#definitely having enji brain tonight

[emjiroki]

Enji fucking his pretty little angel till the bed is shaking and his cum is dripping down her legs

Its me. I'm his pretty little angel.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part One 💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Endeavor x Hawks! 🔥🦅

Note: Smut alert!!! Strictly A18+ ONLY!

Genre: Smut

CW: MDNI!, spicy scenes, sexual tension, semi-public sex, domination, degradation kink, hand job, oral sex (giving + receiving), fingering

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It’s been another long day on patrol.

The past 12 hours have been spent relentlessly chasing down villains and various wrong-doers across the city. Enji is absolutely exhausted.  In one day alone he has used 14 flash fire fists. He’s getting older, and it’s not as easy to pull out repetitive Ultimate Moves as it used to be. His whole body is aching – particularly his wrists and fists which have taken the brunt of battle.

He cracks his neck as he walks through his buzzing agency. He’s bone tired, and in desperate need of a massage. He wishes desperately for home – for the big California king bed in his bedroom at the Todoroki estate. Unfortunately, it’s late and he has a slew of meetings scheduled for the following morning. His crash pad at the agency will have to suffice tonight.

He stalks down the hallway towards his office, brooding. Moe Kamiji falls into step next to him, holding a clipboard. Her expression is steely – she knows her boss is in a bad mood, but she’s still going to make him talk.

“What is it, Burnin’?” Enji sighs, sparing her a glance. Kamiji has proven herself time and time again to be one of the most valuable sidekicks at the Endeavor agency. Of the 30 flaming side-kickers on staff, quirk isn’t definitely isn’t the most powerful. However, she is tenacious and crafty. Her strategic mind and ability to think on her feet in tough situations has made her indispensible to the team. Enji has personally invested time into her development as a young Pro Hero this past year, nurturuing her bright spark. It’s for these reasons that Enji doesn’t immediately wave her away. He knows that the young woman would only approach him with important matters.

“Mr. Endeavor, sir. I have a report from section 23 – there was a bank robbery by a villain with a spider quirk - ”

“Spider quirk? Meaning he has 8 legs, or meaning he controls spiders? Lead with the important details, Burnin’.” Even when exhausted, Enji can’t help but coach his young protégé. He sees a flicker of annoyance in her eyes at the quick correction, her fiery green hair flaring a bit in aggravation.

“Right, sir. The villain had 8 legs and could produce a strong, web-like material from his fingertips. He had incapacitated the entire bank staff and 12 civilians before he was stopped. He was caught while trying to rob the bank’s safe and was turned over to the authorities.”

Enji nods, sounds like a relatively clean wrap up. What he doesn’t understand is why Kamiji is informing him of this incident – if it was so easily handled by his team, surely he can just read through the paperwork in the morning?

“Who handled the fight and subsequent arrest?” Enji turns to peer over her clipboard in hopes of gleaning some intel.

“Well that’s just the problem, sir. Hawks flew in and handled it as we arrived on the scene. So I needed you to sign-off on this paperwork to identify the incident as a team-up between the Hawks and Endeavor agencies.” Kamiji looks up at him searchingly, curious to see how he’ll react. For a brief moment, all fatigue is wiped from Enji’s brain as he processes this information.

“But I didn’t authorize a team-up with Hawks.” Enji says slowly – the last time that he saw the winged hero was when Hawks had showed up unannounced to pass along some cryptic intel about the League of Villains more than a month ago. In fact, Enji hasn’t seen nor heard from the 22 year old since. Enji has been meaning to reach out and track down the damn bird for at least a week.

“We know, sir. He claims he just wanted to drop by to say a quick hello to the Number One hero.” Kamiji’s tone is flat, she clearly doesn’t know what to make of this surprise appearance either.

“Is he here now?” They’ve reached Enji’s office – he scans his badge and the lock unclicks. He pushes open the heavy fireproof doors, half-expecting to see Hawks lounging behind his desk with a cheeky grin plastered across his youthful face. Enji is almost disappointed when he sees the office is completely empty.

“Yes.” Kamiji enters the office a few paces behind him, she remains standing as her boss removes his plated armor wrist braces and takes a seat behind a massive (fire-proofed) oak desk. “He didn’t have any accommodations so we put him up in one of the guest rooms in the Sidekick dormitories.”

Enji practically rolls his eyes at this news. Classic Hawks – making himself comfortable at someone else’s expense.

“Send a message to his room – I’ll see him first thing tomorrow. Have my assistant set a meeting on my calendar. I’ll need to remind him that it’s not polite to show up in another hero’s territory unannounced.” Enji sits for a moment, thoughtful. The old Endeavor would have blown up at this situation – a situation that once-upon-a-time he would have interpreted to be a clear sign of disrespect by a peer. He takes a deep breath, centering himself. Enji reminds himself that he’s different now, and focuses on embodying the kind of man he is trying to be. “Please also have my assistant order him dinner on my credit card. I’m sure the kid was moving so fast that he forgot to eat again. He likes fried chicken.”

If Burnin’ finds his request out of the norm, her expression doesn’t show it. “Of course, sir. Before I go – can you sign these forms to retroactively authorize the team-up?”

“Of course. Thank you for your hard work today.” Enji accepts the clipboard he passes her, adding his initials to three spots across the page.

“Thank you, sir. Have a good night.” Kamiji bows deeply before exiting the office. Endeavor sighs deeply and looks across the room to an elegant clock on the wall.

“Hawks…what have you gotten yourself into this time?” He wonders aloud.

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It’s already well past eleven by the time Enji enters his agency’s locker room for a much needed shower. It’s a Wednesday night in between shifts, so most of the staff is either on patrol or asleep. Finally, he is blissfully alone.

He takes in the large, luxurious locker room. When he started building his agency, he ensured that the facilities would be a luxurious retreat for his employees. Rows of neat navy blue lockers flank the entryway.  The cleaning staff must have recently done a sweep of the space, because the white floor tiles glisten as he switches on the light.

Enji takes his time walking to his assigned locker, pausing for a moment to smile softly at the engraved nameplate one of his sidekicks has had welded to the blue metal. Beneath his name, the words “Flame Boss” have been engraved in a stylized font. It had initially been a practical joke – when the spa-like bathroom facilities were being built, a daring sidekick had dared his friend to sneak in and alter Endeavor’s locker nameplate. When Endeavor had seen the engraving, his initial action had been one of rage – how dare his sidekicks deface his property in a blatant show of disrespect! But once he had cooled down, he quickly realized that the engraving had come from a sense of commradery. Now  the “Flame Boss” engraving brought a spark of warmth to Enji’s heart whenever he saw it.

Enji slowly removes his costume. He’s sore, so it takes a long time to discard the heavy metal plates and skin-tight fabric that make up his hero uniform. He hangs the pieces up in his broad locker, then strips himself naked. He gazes in his locker’s small mirror, taking in the faint bags beneath his tired eyes. There’s a cut beneath his chin that needs cleaning, and a light bruise is blooming across his right pectoral. His body is the same as ever – thick, defined muscles wrapped around his large, pale frame. He frowns for a moment, thinking he might see a few strands of grey cropping up in his bright red hair.

Ready for a shower, Enji moves into the bathing area of the sprawling facility. Past the lockers, a short hallway leads off into the shower room and the steam room. There’s a shelf midway down the hall piled high with fluffy white towels and long bathrobes. Enji pads his way down the hall to grab a fresh towel. He’s naked save for his soft slippers. The rest of the company is either working or sleeping, so he doesn’t feel the need to wrap a towel around his waist.

The shower room is fairly large - a massive tiled room with 10 showerheads protruding from the right wall. Since the area is dedicated solely to men, there are no curtains or barriers between the showers. Each showerhead has a dedicated shampoo and body wash dispenser mounted to the wall beneath it.

Enji selects his favored shower – the showerhead and faucet furthest away from the door. He sighs deeply, content, as he turns the knob to its hottest setting. Thick steam fills the room. Enji steps beneath the heavy stream of water and sighs contentedly as the torrent of heat rolls across his skin. He closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle way the water beads and runs across his substantial frame.

“Oh, hey there Number One!”

Ugh, it’s Hawks.

The twenty-something hero has been a thorn in his side for a few months now – constantly popping up unannounced with cryptic warnings and infuriating sarcasm. What’s got Enji shaken up even more is the way that Hawks has started openly flirting with him. The Number 2 Hero is constantly in Enji’s personal space – touching him, joking around at him, making eyes at him. It’s enough to drive any self respecting hero insane.

Currently, the winged hero is giving Endeavor a sort of appraising look. He’s got that stupid vacant smile on his face as he takes in the scene.

“What are you doing here?” Enji moves to grab his towel off its hook to quickly cover his waist. When Hawks shows up, things are never good.

Hawks himself is bare-chested, standing in nothing but tight black boxers. The underwear hugs his chiseled frame almost sinfully, leaving little to imagination. He shifts on his feat, his package lightly bouncing with the movement. Enji quickly tears his eyes away from his comrade’s crotch, his eyes landing instead on the small zippered bag  perched in Hawks’ hand. It looks to be a waterproof travel toiletry kit. A small silver “H” is embroidered on the side.

“Relax, Endeavor! I was just in the area fighting a villain and thought I’d pop by to say hi. Your assistant told me I could use the facilities to rinse off – I hope you don’t mind.” He raises his eyebrows at the last part, smiling as he glances down at Enji’s covered waist.

Hawks saunters over to the other side of the shower area, pointedly choosing the showerhead furthest away from Enji. He sets down his small kit on one of the available shelves and unzips it, pulling out a few different travel sized bottles.

Probably some stupid trendy hair products, that damn bird is always preening himself. Enji rolls his eyes, deciding to ignore the winged hero the best he can. The sooner he washes up, the sooner he can get to bed and recover from the long toils of the day.

Enji refocuses. Now that Hawks is a comfortable distance away, he removes his towel and hangs it back on its designated hook. Steam fills the room as he turns the shower to its hottest setting. He reaches for the generic shampoo that the agency provides and begins lathering his hair. The hot water hits his back and instantly he feels his muscles relaxing. He lets his mind go blank as he savors the feel of the water in his hair, on his skin. What a day it’s been.

Enji settles into his typical routine – lather, rinse, repeat. An unexpected noise drifts along the shower room: a soft moan is rebounding around the acoustics of the facility, warbling beneath the sound of the pitter-patter of the shower water. He’s jerked from his relaxing state and looks over at Hawks, annoyed. His eyes widen in surprise at the image before him:

Hawks stands, expectedly naked under a stream of hot water. What’s unexpected: he’s slowly working at his semi-hard cock with one hand as he flips the top off of a small bottle from his travel kit with the other. Enji’s jaw drops at the scene.

After a few moments, Hawks feels Enji’s eyes on him and looks over lazily, head cocked to the side. He doesn’t wait for the Flame Hero to speak, but plows right into an explanation. “Kind of a post-battle ritual of mine. It’s the only way to kind of “reset” my nervous system after the stress of combat.” He pauses, gauging Enji’s reaction before adding as an afterthought: “Hope you don’t mind, Endeavor.”

“Of course not.” The words fly out of Enji’s mouth before he can stop them. The red-haired hero shifts awkwardly and looks away. Of course he has a fucking problem with what’s happening here! Hawks is pornographically pleasuring himself in an employee facility! On one hand, Enji is absolutely appalled at the gross disrespect Hawks has for Endeavor and his agency. On the other, he completely understands Hawks’ so called “ritual.” Everyone has different ways of unwinding after battle. It’s a hard job that they do, after all.

Several feet over, Hawks squeezes the contents of the tiny bottle into his hand. A thick, clear substance flows easily into his palm. “It’s lube. I bring it with me when I’m out of town – it’s a very specific formula that allows me to get justttt the right stroke in.”  He reaches down to apply some of the lube to his already-hard dick. His eyes flutter shut as he begins to coat his hard dick with the lubricant.

 “Jeez….yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Enji tries to ignore him, blowing steam out his nose. What an annoying bird! He glances back over and sees that Hawks is now looking directly at him, stroking that stiff cock of his.

“You wanna try some?” Hawks asks, indicating the small bottle of supposedly special lube.

“What?” Enji asks in absolute disbelief.

“You heard me.” Hawks’ face has broken into a sly smile. He drops his dick and starts to slowly saunter towards Enji’s shower area. Within a few strides he’s next to Enji, holding the lube bottle out like a peace offering.

“Why the hell would I want that?” Enji huffs, uncomfortable of the general nakedness in the room.

“To help you let loose! You’re wayyyy too high-strung Number One. You need to clear out the ‘ole pipes!” Hawks’ grin is nauseatingly shit-eating as he says this. Enji wants to smack the bottle out of his hand and then give the 22 year-old a smack across the face for good measure.

“Hawks.” Enji fumes, “Go back to your shower and I’ll forget this conversation ever happened. I’ll even let you pleasuring yourself publically slide since you did my agency a favor today. Now get out of my face and leave me alone.” Enji resumes lathering his hair, hoping the blonde will take the hint and go the hell away. After a moment, he looks up to check – only to see that the Winged Hero is glued to the spot, hand still outstretched with his X-rated offering of lube. The shorter hero’s eyes are a bit glassy, a storm of emotion rolling across his retinas. When he speaks, his tone has completely changed – it’s softer, almost gravely.

“I mean it, Number One. You’ll be able to unwind so much more easily if you just rub one out. In fact…” Hawks pauses to lick his lips, his pink tongue darting across his even cupid’s bow. “…I could do it for you, if you want.”

Silence. Enji stops shampooing his hair.

It’s as if all of the air has been sucked out of the room as Hawks’ words reverberate against the shower’ room’s flawless acoustics. Did he just offer to…?

“…what?” Enji chokes out, flabbergasted.

Hawks drops his arm and lets the bottle hang at his side. His cock is erect and shiny, still covered with a thick coat of lubricant. In his disbelief, Enji can’t take his eyes off of it.

“How about it, Endeavor?” Hawks’ gravely voice is honeyed and sweet. “All you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I promise – I’m really good at it. I can make you cum in a few minutes if you’d like.”

“Hawks!” Enji blusters, reaching blindly for his towel as Hawks takes a step towards him.

“I know you want me.” Hawks’ eyes are a deep, liquid golden and filled with curiosity as he takes an obvious look at Enji’s package. “I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. Sidelong glances at team up briefings, checking out my ass before we go in for joint interviews with the newscasters. And look – you’re half-hard just at the prospect of me getting you off.” And it’s true – Enji looks down and sees that his own dick is growing increasingly harder as the conversation continues. He moves to cover himself with a single large hand. The damn towel is just out of reach.

Hawks flaps his wet wings, splattering Enji with tiny raindrops of hot water. He lifts off the ground a bit, coming towards the Flame Hero. Enji steps backward quickly to avoid a collision. Within moments, his back is against the warm tiled shower wall as Hawks hovers in front of him, contemplatively.

“You want me.” Hawks doesn’t say it as a question, but rather states it as a hard, biting fact. The Winged Hero’s mouth curves into a teasing smile when Enji doesn’t argue.

Of course Enji wants Hawks.

For months he’s been taking more and more notice of just how…attractive he finds the younger hero. Typically civilians, reporters and peers are too intimidated by Enji to flirt with him. And yet Hawks does. Hawks has been a massive flirt since their first encounter – he pushes and prods and smirks in that unique, infuriating way of his. He has never been afraid of Enji – and to a hero who has never known tenderness from others…that is so incredibly sexy.

“Shut up, Hawks.” If looks could kill, Endeavor’s glare would have Hawks buried 6 feet down in a grave. This makes Hawks’ smile grow impossibly larger. He’s hovering at eyelevel with Enji, his wings flapping powerfully behind him to keep him alight. Hawks moves impossibly closer until the two are a breath apart.

“You’re such a noble man, Number One. You saved – what – 40 people today? Let yourself relax. Take what you want.” Hawks whispers smoothly, his breath damp and hot against Enji’s face.

Enji closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trying to regulate himself to keep his face from bursting into flames from the sheer intensity of this exchange. Hawks notices the shift and moves to give the larger hero airspace. He drops to the ground, letting his wings fall into their typical resting place behind his back.

Enji takes a few deep, calming breaths before he opens his eyes and looks down at the now-grounded Hawks.

“We can’t.” He says stiffly, shifting on his feet. He feels his now fully-erect length bounce against his toned stomach.

Hawks looks up into Enji’s piercing eyes and shrugs.

“Fine, we won’t hook up. But you’re hard as a rock right now, Number One. You’re going to need to jerk yourself off to get rid of that before you walk through the halls of your agency. One look at that hard-on and your employees are slapping you with a sexual harassment case.” Hawks points down at Enji’s dick without looking. The Flame Hero groans in embarrassment and exasperation. He can feel his cheeks flush at the comment – if it wasn’t apparent that he was into Hawks before, it’s undeniably clear now. His hard cock is a blatant acknowledgement of his attraction to the Wing Hero.

Hawks, as usual, continues to do all the talking.

“Okay, let’s compromise.” He says, looking Enji straight in the eye. The blonde pops open the bottle of the tube in his hands and makes a show of pouring a glob of thick gel into his left palm. “I’ll start you off, and then you finish the job.”

“What!? Wait, Hawks - ” But Enji finds he can’t finish his sentance as he’s overcome with the feeling of Hawks’ lubed up hand sliding down to the base of his cock. His eyes widen in horror as he watches the blonde spread lube across his impossibly hard erection and begin to slowly jerk him off. He then glides his hand up the length of Enji’s cock, pumping just beneath the sensitive head a few times before sliding back towards his balls.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” Hawks’ voice is syrupy, but there’s a serious undertone to it. Enji can tell that for once, the blonde is being sincere.

Enji says nothing.

Hawks takes this as permission to continue. He works at Eni’s cock for a handful of moments in a way that makes the larger hero see stars. After a few minutes, Hawks drops to his knees for a better vantage point – allowing for easier access to Enji’s cock and balls with his capable hands. Enji is absolutely melting into the tile wall behind him. He can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this. Hawks is so confident in his delivery – he seems to know exactly where to touch to maximize Enji’s gratification.

As usual, Hawks has a wide smile plastered on his face. He’s clearly enjoying the view as he looks up at the imposing planes of Enji’s muscled body from his place on the ground.

“Alright, Endeavor. Let’s see how you like the Fierce Wings Tremor. It’s a special move I’ve been working on.” A small feather detaches itself from Hawks’ wings and flutters down beneath Enji’s balls; it flattens itself against his testicles and begins to lightly vibrate. Hawks continues to pump Enji’s cock, and the red-haired hero can’t help but let out a soft moan at the incredible combination of sensations.

“That’s so hot Number One. Keep making that noise.” Hawks practically moans himself as he feels Enji’s member twitch between his fingers. He stares, eyes wide, as he admires just how thick and hot the Flame Hero’s massive cock is. He’s enjoying the way he’s making Endeavor into a large, sex-starved mess. Enji lets out a long, low moan as the blonde rolls a lubed-up finger across the head of his cock. Hawks licks his lips, pausing before he asks an unthinkable question. “Endeavor…mind if I suck your dick?”

Enji goes silent. Hawks notices the way the older hero’s body is suddenly tense again. Endeavor’s wall is back up.

“Hey – it’s fine. We can just keep doing this.” Hawks soothes, continuing to tug at his colleague’s length.

“Hawks…we should stop.” Enji’s voice is almost an octave lower than usual. His eyes are a bit glazed over - a mixture of exhaustion and desire making them hazy.

“But Number One, I’m just getting started!” Hawks says airily. “Let me at least make you cum. I can do it so much faster if you let me use my mouth a little.”

Enji sighs deeply, steeling himself. “Hawks. You know my wife has been hospitalized for quite some time. This isn’t something I’m used to – it’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with someone, my lust clearly is impairing my judgment here. So well I’m flattered that you want to do this, I think this is a good stopping point.”

Hawks lets his feather drop away from Enji’s balls. It flies up and returns to it’s allotted spot on the underside of his left wing.

“Oh…you mean you haven’t…since you and your wife?” Hawks’ eyes widen a bit in understanding. “You mean no one’s gone down on you in like…what – 10 years?!”

Enji shifts uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze.

“Hold on Number One – have you ever gotten your dick sucked!? It seems like you were fine with all of this until I mentioned giving you a BJ.” Hawks says incredulously. Enji can understand his disbelief. Hawks is young – he’s 22 and horny. He’s likely only been having sex for a few years now so it’s all still new and fuzzy and electric. Enji remembers being young like that – making out with a classmate his last year at UA in order to get closer to her Pro Hero father, losing his virginity in the back office of his work study to a much older Pro Hero to get put on better cases and patrols. These few sexual experiences had been relatively quick and emotionless for Enji.

The truth is – he and Rei had gotten married so young and for the sole purpose of producing strong, unbeatable Todoroki heirs. Nights with Rei had been purely transactional. The couple had done what was necessary to create a child, and no more. Sex for Enji had never been focused on pleasure – it had become a tool to get what he wanted.

And yet…he remembers how he had felt in his twenties: being so horny he could barely stand it. There were nights he couldn’t wait to get home from work to fuck his wife just for the feel of her tight around his cock. He looks back at those memories now, ashamed at the way he had always put his needs above her own. His wife had deserved an attentive lover, not someone who was always taking. He was always just showing up to her bed to get off and plant his seed.

“Hey, Number One – you tired? You’re zoning out on me.” Hawks snaps Enji’s thoughts back to the present with his sarcastic, lazy drawl.

“To answer your question truthfully…no, I’ve never had oral sex.”

Hawks throws his head back and laughs. It’s not mocking though – he seems more tickled with the situation than anything.

“Well lucky me – first one to suck off Endeavor.”

Enji’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“You can’t seriously mean you’re going to - ” But he’s cut off by the achingly wonderful sensation of Hawks’ mouth on his dick. The winged hero has slipped his lips around the mushroom head of Enji’s thick cock, and is sucking softly. He looks up at Endeavor, his eyes mischievous.

“Hawks, we can’t do this.” Enji says firmly. His dick is saying otherwise – pleasure the likes of which Enji has never known is coursing through his length as Hawks uses his tongue to swirl circles around Enji’s tip.

Hawks extricates himself from Enji’s cock with a wickedly wet “pop” of his lips. He tilts his head to the side and looks up questioningly at the Number One hero.

“Why not?” He says simply. Enji meets his gaze and doesn’t miss the way that the winged hero’s pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Well for one, this facility is open to all of the male heroes in my employ. This is not a private setting whatsoever.”

Hawks shrugs. “I don’t mind getting caught. Besides, if any of your sidekicks tattle on us, no one will believe them. The top two heroes going at it? Ha! Even I can’t believe it – and I’ve got your dick in my hand right now.”

Enji cocks an eyebrow. “Your indifference to this is insane.”

“I’m very chill. Sue me.” Hawks takes a moment to roll his shoulders and shake out his wings. “But if it would make you uncomfortable, I can post some feathers outside the door so we get plenty of warning if someone decides to come this way.” Instantly, two tiny feathers shoot out from Hawks’ wings – zinging through the hallway, past the lockers and out of sight.

Hawks looks up at Endeavor with shining eyes of gold, his expression hard to read. “Better?”

Endeavor huffs. “Not quite. Hawks - we’re colleagues. This is inappropriate. Think of what people would say if they found out.”

Hawks snorts. “Endeavor…do you know how many Pro Hero’s I’ve fucked in the past year alone?”

Enji had always known there was a big hookup culture among Pros, especially the younger ones. How could there not be? The Pro Hero community is filled to the brim with attractive, talented individuals who share a common goal. It’s no surprise that Hawks has been sleeping around with their colleagues.

“Fair point.” Enji concedes. Hawks gives the Flame Hero’s cock a light stroke in response, grinning. Enji tries to ignore the wave of pleasure that washes over him at each flick of Hawks’ strong hand.

Enji deliberately holds Hawks’ gaze, and avoids looking at the way the blonde’s hand is wrapped around his hard member. “But then there’s this – Hawks, I’m old enough to be your father.”

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. Enji instantly regrets the words leaving his mouth when he sees a maniacal gleam light up in Hawks’ eyes.

“Oh, I’ve definitely thought about that already...” Hawks leans in and licks a hot stripe up the underside of Enji’s cock, causing it to twitch. He looks up at Endeavor with his big beautiful golden eyes and says the next word in a soft whisper.

“…Daddy.”

At the word, something inside Endeavor snaps. He’s all lust, completely overcome with the need to shove Hawks to the ground, to teach him a damn lesson with his thick, fiery cock. He wants to bend the winged hero over and fuck him until he cries out for mercy. Hawks is strong, sure. But Endeavor can say with almost complete confidence that he is stronger. It would be easy to turn the tables here, to ensure that Hawks is the one breathing heavily, begging to cum.

But no, Endeavor doesn’t do any of these things. Instead he stays stock still and utters a single, harsh word in response to the blonde hero’s ministrations:

“Fuck.”

That’s all the invitation Hawks needs. He smiles broadly as he leans in and cups Enji’s balls with a rough hand. Within seconds he’s licking up and down the Flame Hero’s length with abandon, swirling his tongue in delicate patterns across the hard flesh.

“You’re too serious, Number One.” Hawks barks out a laugh when Enji’s fingers dig their way into his thick hair. “Let me help you lighten up a little.”

Enji’s face is burning hot with a mixture of embarrassment and hunger. Against his better judgment, he lets Hawks take control. The winged hero moves a hand gently massage the soft inner flesh of Enji’s left thigh for a few moments. He seems almost entranced by Enji’s thick member. Enji wonders smugly if it’s bigger than what Hawks is used to, if he’ll know how to handle such an intimidating co-

All thoughts in Enji’s mind evaporate as Hawks wraps his hot, chatty mouth around the flame hero’s cock. In one fluid motion, he slides down the shaft to take in a few generous inches. He repositions his hands so that one is still fondling Enji’s balls, while the other is slowly pumping the cock’s base.

Within seconds, Hawks is bobbing up and down on the thick dick of Japan’s Number One Hero. He hollows out his cheeks and focuses on pleasuring the head for a few moments before moving down to take a few more inches. Enji feels his dick hit the back of Hawks’ hot throat. He sees the way the hero breathes in through his nose and relaxes his muscles, swallowing Enji’s length down easily. He seems to have experience at this.

Enji can’t take his eyes off the sight – it’s so hot, so ridiculously sexy. He feels oddly…powerful? Standing above the cheeky twenty-something, being pleasured by the prince of the hero charts.

He decides to push his luck a little.

“Ah. That’s right, bow down to the Number One Hero.” He teases, winding Hawks’ golden curls loosely around his fingers and giving a soft tug. “Glad you know your place, Hawks. You belong on your knees, pretty bird. I bet I can have my assistant draw up a contract to onboard you as my own personal slut.”

Enji’s not quite sure where that last sentence came from, but it feels like the right mood. Hawks eyes widen in response. For a brief moment he seems to loose focus and chokes a bit on Enji’s dick. He moves as if he’s going to pull away for a breath, but quickly composes himself and doubles down on his efforts. He continues to sloppily deep throat Enji’s cock in the most delicious way. Enji is impressed.

“Weren’t expecting that were you?” Enji tugs on Hawks’ hair again, eliciting a moan from the back of the Number 2 Hero’s throat. The vibration of the groan ricochets up Enji’s dick and through his body like a bolt of electricity. “Oh, you liked that?” Enji gives another soft pull at Hawks’ beautiful damp curls before moving his hands down to grip the hero’s jaw. Enji makes eye contact with the blonde to ensure that he’s not being too rough. He then shifts his weight a bit and thrusts lightly into Hawks’ mouth. Hawks accommodates him easily, continuing to breathe through his nose as Enji gains some speed, fucking his face.

They continue in this way for a bit – Enji giving and Hawks silently taking. After a few minutes, Hawks taps Enji’s leg lightly to indicate that he needs a break. He pulls his mouth off of the Flame Hero’s dick with a wet smack, drool dripping down his chin. His eyes are unfocused and fucked-out. Any cheeky façade has all but vanished.

“Endeavor…” Hawks whispers hoarsely, dropping his forehead to rest against Enji’s muscular thigh for a moment as he catches his breath.

“You…You can call me Enji.” The Flame Hero says softly. “While we’re doing this.”

“Enji.” Hawks says, rolling the name around his tongue. “Enji. It suits you.”

Hearing the name come off of Hawks’ lips feels almost…intimate. Enji’s not sure if he likes it.

“What should I call you?” Enji says softly, moving his hand to card through Hawks’ thick hair.”

A pause.

“Just Hawks. I don’t have any other name.” Hawks says in a small voice. He sounds broken, vulnerable. Enji feels shaky at the tone. He never expected to speak to the winged hero with this much openness, and he’s not sure how to proceed. They rest in silence for a few moments, Hawks breathing heavily with his sweaty face on Enji’s leg and Enji awkwardly petting his head. It doesn’t feel appropriate to ask any more questions about Hawks’ true name.

After what feels like an eternity, Hawks pulls back and looks back up at Enji. He’s still on his knees, wings folded behind him haphazardly. From this angle Enji can see the blonde’s full erection, his dick full and dripping with arousal. Enji’s mouth almost waters at the image.

“Well, Enji.” The blonde smirks and narrows his eyes up at the Flame Hero. Hawks has seemed to gain back a bit of his old swagger, but his voice still holds breathiness to it. “You ready to have your mind blown by the Number Two hero?”

“I’m ready and waiting.” Enji says, as teasingly as he can. He mentally kicks himself for being so damn awkward at this.

“Well sit back and relax, because I’m about to lay down my ultimate move.” He winks, and reaches out to begin stroking Enji with renewed vigor. Enji moans at the contact and lets his head fall back against the warm tiled wall. Hawks’ movements are different now. He’s taking his time, working at Enji’s dick slowly in an effort to draw out as much pleasure as possible. When his lips wrap back around Enji’s cock, they move slowly and teasingly up and down the hard length.

Enji feels he’s fit to burst at any moment. Then he feels Hawks’ fingers beginning to wander.

“Absolutely not.” He says sharply as Hawks’ hand caresses his right ass cheek.

“Just relax and let me drive. I promise you’ll like this.”

And, against his better judgment, Enji settles back against the wall and lets Hawks work.

The winged hero continues to bob his head up and down Enji’s cock, while the fingers of his right hand slowly move between Enji’s ass cheeks. Finally, he finds what he’s looking for. He gently moves his index finger to circle Enji’s hole.

“Hawks!” Enji practically spits at the intrusion. No one has ever touched him there and it’s a jarring feeling.

Hawks chuckles but continues to circle the tight knot, noting the embarrassment in Enji’s face as he does so. He pops his mouth off of Endeavor’s dick and says soothingly “just relax into it – once you get over the shock, it feels amazing. I promise.”

Enji takes a deep breath and does as Hawks says, trying to stay loose and engage with the feeling. He screws his eyes shut with the effort.

“That’s it, Number One.” Hawks coos, continuing to move his fingers around the rim of Enji’s hole. The blonde hero moves to take Enji’s dick in his mouth again as he continues to work at his colleague’s ass. Within seconds, Enji lets out a loud, sensual moan.

“What did I say Enji? I’m a bird of my word.” Hawks mutters before he speeds up his pace.

Enji can feel himself coming undone at Hawks’ touch. The birdbrained hero was absolutely right – the finger gently circling his ass is making him see stars. That, combined with Hawks’ sensual dick sucking is driving him over the edge.

“Hawks.” He whispers. “Hawks! I’m going to…”

Hawks draws the orgasm out of him quickly, and the pleasure crashes over Enji like a wave, threatening to drown him. For a moment, he forgets to breathe as he watches Hawks quickly pull his mouth off of Enji’s cock before getting splattered with cum, the thick liquid dripping down his smooth chest.

Hawks throws back his head and laughs gleefully as he pumps Enji’s dick, helping him ride out his orgasm. Enji groans as he finishes, fireworks sparking off behind his eyes as he comes down from his high.

It takes a few minutes for Enji to come back into himself. Even after he’s finished, he’s still gasping for breath. He feels shaky and exhausted, but the happy hormones flowing through his body make him feel the most relaxed he’s been in weeks.

“Wow.” He states simply, running a finger through his bright, sweaty hair. He’s never had a sexual experience quite like that. The situation had felt so charged, so intense. The feeling is strangely addicting. He’s still exhausted, but he wants more. Is this how sex is supposed to feel!? He looks over at Hawks, who is now up on his feet and rinsing himself off under Enji’s abandoned shower.

“What a waste of water, Number One.” He says, glancing over his shoulder at Enji as he scrubs a bar of soap across his sticky chest. “If the Green Party finds out about this, they’ll come for your agency for sure.”

All Enji can do for a moment is stare. He’s never quite let himself enjoy Hawks’ beauty before. He’s always found Hawks to be an attractive man – but he had always forced himself to remain professional in his presence. That meant any glances at Hawks’ physique were stolen. Any dirty thoughts carefully tucked away without a second thought. But now, alone in the Endeavor Hero Agency shower facility…Enji allows himself to look all he wants. He wants to get his fill of Hawks before things go back to the way they usually are – the top 2 heroes. Colleagues who mostly get on each other’s nerves.

The florescent light bounces off of Hawks’ slick, wet body. His wavy blonde hair glows almost golden in the lowlight. Enji’s orgasm clouded mind thinks vaguely that the younger hero is sculpted like a piece of art – he’s all perfect proportions and thick cords of muscle. And oh, his dick…there, bouncing prominently between the Winged Hero’s muscular thighs is a formidable member that’s clearly still half-hard under the running water. Enji allows himself admire the golden happy trail that softly tapers down Hawks’ toned stomach. He enjoys the way that Hawks’ package bounces and rolls each time he shifts his weight to gain better access to the stream of hot water raining down on him from above.

Hawks continues to lather himself up, closing his eyes as he rinses the last of Enji’s cum off of his body. He has his bright red angel wings puffed out to avoid the hot water, the pose makes him look like some sort of mythological creature. A beautiful demigod chimera -half man, half beast.

Once he’s done, he steps out from under the gentle stream of water and begins to run through some light stretches. He massages slowly behind his calf, working to get the blood flowing. Enji realizes with some guilt that surely the hero’s legs have cramped up after kneeling for so long. When Enji inquires if this is the case, Hawks waves him off with an errant hand.

“I’ve been trained to withstand all sorts of crazy torture scenarios. Being stuck in a single position like that and muscle strain don’t really bother me at this point. However…” Hawks begins massaging the muscles surrounding his mouth. “I do have one helluva cramp in my jaw after sucking for so long. That happens sometimes.” He looks at Endeavor pointedly.

“Well you need to learn to take things in moderation then.” Enji huffs; half-joking, half-admonishing.

Hawks grins at him. “Try telling me to ‘Take it in moderation’ next time I’m between your thighs sucking on your-”

But Hawks’ pert response is cut short, as Enji reaches out and hauls the blonde hero across the slick tiles before he can finish his sentence. The Number Two Hero’s mouth seems to be stuck in a small “o” of surprise as he feels himself turned around   so that his round, muscular ass is flush against Enji’s spent cock.

“Hey, Number One – what are you…?” Hawks begins to ask, but Enji cuts him off again with a brisk request.

“Send away your feathers for a moment, Hawks. I’ve seen you do it before. Lose the wings.” Enji uses his most authoritative “Number One Hero” voice, and is surprised when Hawks obliges without complaints.

There’s a quick swirl of red as the soft feathers fly in all directions, leaving Hawks’ muscular back almost completely naked. All that remains are two small, feathery stumps. Enji runs a fingertip lightly around the base of one of the downy nubbins and is rewarded with a sharp intake of breath form the winged hero.

“You’re so vulnerable like this.” Enji almost whispers, caressing the tiny wing again. “I bet you never get touched like this.” Enji puts more pressure on the area and Hawks whines aloud. The Flame Hero smirks at the reaction. Now that Hawks’ full wings are gone, Enji is able to wrap his arms more securely around the shorter man’s toned frame.

“You thought you were going to get away that easily, huh? Just get me off and disappear without retribution?” Enji says coolly, hands moving to grip Hawks’ defined hips. For a nanosecond he sees something like fear dart across Hawks’ eyes, before the carefree mask retakes his features. “You’re not getting away that easily, little hero.”

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End of Part 1 of 2

Part 2 Linked Here!

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[chocochar]

Hallooo :) I must ask bcs' I need some fiery sugar....would you consider doing headcanons about, (yes you are reading it correctly 😂😂) ENDEAVOR. Like he on a first date with his s/o 🔥

HOOOOO boi I haven’t ever written for Endeavor, I’m gonna be 100% with you XD so I really hope this is okay, sorry it took so long, I rewrote it a few times and I’m sorry ahead of time if he comes off as OOC! TuT  (btw i loooove your Midnight Stalker fics, had to add that, okay onto the hc’s!)

🔥 Endeavor is, well, not the best person socially. In fact to most people he’s hard to get along with, so finding someone who cares for him despite this the older man wasn’t expecting.

🔥 (F/n) is quite a few years younger, but doesn’t seem to mind the gap in age, being in their 20′s. Having started working at his agency as a secretary (F/n) proved themselves quite efficiently, which that along with their looks and attitude Endeavor couldn’t help but start to watch them, glancing and feeling a softness in his chest that he’s never experienced. They didn’t show fear of him, even if he got mad they’d simply fix the mistake and even tell him to calm down.

🔥 Endeavor never planned to ask them out. The #1 hero dating a secretary? To him at first it was an embarrassing thought. Plus his track record with relationship is... not good and scarce. But as time went on and the hero slowly began to change inside inch by inch since becoming the big #1 that thought started becoming more appealing, even if Endeavor wouldn’t admit it.

🔥 It was Hawks who set up the date (kind of, he helped push it, and nearly lost his feathers for it). He saw the light blush dusting the fire users cheeks when (F/n) came up to them with documents, and he was quick to ask if they’re single and looking.

🔥 Endeavor tried to hide his interest when (F/n) said yes to both, but his flames burst high when Hawks grinned and asked,”Oh yeah? Well, are you interested in hot heads?” as he visibly gestured at Endeavor.

🔥 (F/n) understood, and glancing at Endeavor they were reluctant to say so at first, but once they saw the way the hero was eyeing them they blushed, turning back to Hawks and saying,”... Yeah, I actually am.”

🔥 Smiling they figured Endeavor may get mad, after all he couldn’t possibly be interested in them-

🔥 “Soooo how about dinner with Mr. Hot Head here?~” Hawks grinned, jutting a thumb at the red head standing beside him stiffly.

🔥 (F/n) was surprised, but replied,”I mean... I suppose yes-”

🔥 Hawks grinned wide and added,”Alright, I’ll set it up, don’t worry you two awkward love birds, it’ll be great.~” Endeavor hadn’t said a word the whole time, dumbfounded it seemed, not knowing what to say.

🔥 Hawks left. When (F/n) looked at Endeavor he was already leaving, but stopped with his back to them.

🔥 “Meet me at the address I’ll give you through text, at 8 PM Saturday. You have it off, correct?”

🔥 “Uh... Yes.”

🔥 “Good, don’t be late.” He left once he’d said what he needed to, (F/n) was shocked but smiling they go back to work.

🔥 Boooi (F/n) isn’t prepared for the expensive dinner waiting for them

🔥 They aren’t dressed up super fancy, they did their hair nicely and made themselves look presentable at least! After all, they’re going on a date with the #1 hero! And he definitely seems like an ‘appearance’s type of man from just working with him

🔥 The place is nice, and (F/n) settles in feeling a little out of place. Enji got them flowers and looks incredibly handsome in his tailored suit, the scar across his left eye not bothering them a bit even when he received it. His face looks red too, and they wonder if his heart is pounding a million beats a minute like theirs

🔥 “I’ve heard really good things about this place, have you been here before?” (F/n) breaks the silence that settles over them

🔥 “Yes, a few times,” he starts, going on to explain (in sparse detail) about the hero parties held here that he only came to due to his position as #2, now #1

🔥 Silence sits between them again after (F/n) replies, and they’re racking their brain for more to say

🔥 “You... Look nice tonight,” he says out of nowhere, catching the secretary off guard as they look taken aback, cheeks going red. “This isn’t too... Awkward, is it?”

🔥 Again fairly surprised by his sudden shyness (F/n) blinks before smiling. He is a socially awkward kind of guy, so shaking their head they decided to take the lead for the date, at least for now.

🔥 “Not at all, it’s nice,” they reply. This seems to put the #2 at ease as he nods and clears his throat, looking over the menu. (F/n) rests their chin on their palm and asks,”So, um... Enji, Tell me about yourself.”

🔥 It’s a simple request to help break the ice although (F/n) is already well aware their boss isn’t very forthcoming with information about himself. But this doesn’t change anything, after all they did come to dinner with him with this fact in mind. Enji cocks a brow, meeting their (eye color) orbs with his cerulean.

🔥 “Such as?”

🔥 “Y’know, favorite TV show, what you do in your spare time, do you like cats, etcetera, just some stuff so I know my date better, right now we’re more than just boss and secretary after all,” (F/n) winks, this gaining surprise from the normally uptight man. He brings the scowl (which he’s trying to reel in for tonight) back but he seems to be fine letting them know some answers. Not everything, he keeps the more personal aspects of himself under wraps for now, after all it’s only a first date, but the secretary across from him seems appeased and even smiles at the answers. “I see, I’m fairly surprised but you seem kinda normal.~” They tease, Endeavor averting his gaze.

🔥 “And you?” It’s his turn to learn about them more. Granted, he’s studied them, he knows some things but learning more never hurts.

🔥 “Well, I love to (hobby) and (hobby), my favorite show is (TV show), I’m probably more of a dog person, I am definitely a (night owl, morning person, etc), I like to make sure I’m always on time to things,” they start to tell him, answering any questions he has. Even if it’s a mundane conversation he is surprisingly taking every piece of information in and locking it up in his thoughts. That way, he knows for later. To be honest, he’s intrigued. (F/n) laughs lightly and finishes with,”Sorry, sorry, I was rambling, haha!”

🔥 “It’s fine.” Endeavor responds, telling the waiter what he’ll have. “I find you interesting, different compared to others I’ve met.”

🔥 “Is that a good thing?” (F/n) laughs, smiling warmly lifting their brows.

🔥 “Yes, very,” he replies, and even gives a small smile himself, although it’s easy to miss.

🔥 The two start to eat once their food is brought out and while they eat they talk, discussing not only more about themselves but Endeavor’s jobs, (F/n) plans for something at work, and more. Soon enough they’re done and after paying Enji takes (F/n) home, the drive even holding it’s own conversations. Enji surprisingly seems to have been brought out of his tough as steel shell although it’s only with (F/n), and (F/n) is content in his company, seeing the normally scary boss is surprisingly softer inside, under all the layers of anger and pride.

🔥 Reaching (F/n)’s address Enji parks and turns his gaze to the secretary, who’s getting ready to leave but stops to look at him.

🔥 “Thank you for dinner, Enji, it was delicious,” they sigh happily, smiling and he nods, (F/n) unbuckling and about to get out but stopping.

🔥 “Perhaps we can do it again, I enjoyed your company, (F/n),” the fiery red head admits, (F/n) nodding.

🔥 They surprise him with a kiss on the cheek before getting out of his car and peering back in at the blushing, taken aback older man.

🔥 “Of course, you have my number so call me and we’ll plan another date~”

🔥 The (brunette, blonde, etc) shuts the door and waves as they head inside their home, Enji not leaving right away as his heart pounds. Clearing his throat he watches them go in and shut their door before leaving, already planning to ask them out again (and keep this secret from Hawks lest Enji listen to the feathered annoyance tease him about)

AHHHHHHH I hope this was okay!! I kinda struggled with Enji so I hope he wasn’t too OOC QwQ thank you for the request!

[madame-guignol]

“A Chalky Undertaste”

Summary: It’s been a month since newlyweds Inko and Hisashi Midoriya moved into their new apartment in the United States, and everything has been going as splendid as it could be for any young couple living overseas. Hisashi is hard at work, his ambitions for a rewarding promotion high; Inko has begun making friends with some of their rather quirky neighbors; and it won’t be long until their plans to expand their family turns into a reality.

But then one night, during a dinner party with their neighbors, the Midoriyas’ lives take a dark and twisted turn.

Tags/Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Demon Summonings, Drugged Sex, Villain!All Might, Demon!All Might, Dark , Heavily Inspired by “Rosemary’s Baby”

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Inko knew something good must have happened when she came home to find a vase of roses on the dining room table. At first, she blinked at the roses with wide, bemused eyes— then she let out a soft gasp and walked forward. She reached out her hand, her fingers brushing against the petals; they were still soft, still cool, as if freshly watered. Smiling softly, she cradled a blossom in her palm and stared at it.

“Do you like them?” Hisashi spoke from the other end of the dining room, poking his head out to give her a wide smile. He’d clearly been home a while, but was still wearing the crisp suit from his job.

 “They’re beautiful. But dear, what’s the occasion?” Inko asked.

 He shrugged, one side of his mouth quirking upwards to form a dimple. “Just wanted to show my appreciation. I know this move hasn’t been easy for you, and I know I’ve been so focused on work and trying to move up in the job— I haven’t been fair to you.”

 A light flush flooded Inko’s cheeks, her heart pulsing with a burst of affection. She smiled wider. “Oh, you don’t have to do that, Hisashi. I-I’m fine—”

 “No, no, I insist,” Hisashi said as he walked over, a sturdy sort of resolve in each step. He stood in front of her, smiling softly, his dark eyes soft with a familiar affection that Inko hadn’t seen in more than a while and he lifted his hands up to rest on Inko’s shoulders. “Love, for putting up with me, you deserve the world— and that is why I think it’s time.”

 “T-time…?”

 “Time to do what we’ve wanted since we got married: have a baby.”

 Inko couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her, her hands rising to cover her mouth. She was suddenly so full of joy, the sort that fills the chest and makes it so tight it might burst, the sort that brought a sting to the back of her eyes. A baby. God, how long had Inko wanted a baby? She’d become so worried that between Hisashi’s career, the transfer to New York, meeting the Shields— not to mention their other strange neighbors— that it would never happen. That it would be put off forever.

“Tonight?” she asked, couldn’t help but hope.

“Absolutely,” said Hisashi with a broad grin. He squeezed her shoulders in resolve. “We’ll start as soon as we get home from the Shields’ party— David’s mother is turning eighty tonight.”

“Oh, Hisashi!” Inko practically leaped forward into his arms, her face turned so she could nuzzle her cheek against his chest. “You have no idea how happy this makes me.”

“Me too, baby. Now, let’s get ready for the party.”

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 Falling, that was the only word she could use for what she was feeling. She felt like she was falling into a deep abyss of the darkest night— but it was such a slow fall, so gentle. It was the sort of falling that made her feel anything but unsafe. She was uncertain how such a fall could be so soothing, but Inko still felt no fear. Her eyelids were heavy, almost stuck together as she fell, but she found herself seeing the blinking of lights in the black, lights that could only be stars. It had been so long since she saw stars—

Hands, there are hands, the clarity shot a crack in her hazed mind. Inko was suddenly aware, if only just enough, to feel hands unzipping her jeans and then dragging them down her legs. The gesture made her squirm, then hum in drowsy bemusement as her legs were left bare and exposed to the cool air.

“—That’s it, just sleep,” a whisper, then a familiar hand gently brushing her cheek. “Sleep, baby...”

With hearing the voice, Inko had the unconscious clarity that she’d fallen on a rather soft cloud. She squirmed against the cloud, her mouth spreading into a sleepy smile before she paused. Where...where am I? How did I…? Inko hummed in thought, trying to gather the vague, blurry memories in her mind.

 (“Oh, oh no, Mrs. Shield,” she was laughing, still energized from dancing and drinking that her mind was already clouding. “I can’t have another drink, that’d be too much—!”

 “Nonsense, honey,” said the old woman, her smile wide and painted with blood red lipstick as she held a glass of vodka blush in her bony hand. “It’s a party, you can have at least one more.”

 “I sh-should really find my husband,” Inko tried to insist.

 “Aw, please. One more, for me? It’s my birthday, after all.”

 “...Oh, why not?” And with a laugh, Inko took the glass and slammed the cocktail down her throat.)

 “...B-but, the party,” she murmured, remembering, even as her eyes stayed closed. “Hisashi, the party…”

 Above her, Hisashi let out a soft shush; his hand moved from stroking her cheek to leaving gentle caresses under her chin. “Don’t worry about that. None of it.”

 Then his hand moved to join his other on Inko’s chest, the fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse. Inko felt her skin meet the cool air as the cloth was parted, felt Hisashi’s knuckles brush against the swell of her breasts as he undid the front clip. The gesture was familiar in its intimacy, but strange. She just couldn’t make her brain connect with how strange it all was.

 Inko’s brow pinched, the intense fatigue keeping her eyes shut. “Are we...Hisashi, are we going to make a baby now?”

 “No, no, darling,” Hisashi said as he moved one arm around Inko’s waist to rest a hand to her back. Then he lifted her up, began gently removing her blouse and her bra. “Just getting you ready for bed.”

 “Okay...okay.” Inko gave a sort of nod, then once again let gravity bring her back into the abyss.

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 Inko blinked and found herself in the park she used to go to whenever she had free time. She was sitting on a bench right next to a friend from university, whose belly was beginning to swell with her and her husband’s first child.  

 “What?” Mitsuki whipped her head around, disbelief lighting up her face. “You’re moving to America? Why?”

 “Hisashi’s job is transferring him there for a couple of years,” Inko said, parroting exactly what Hisashi told her. “It’s a move that will guarantee a promotion and a salary increase.”

 “I mean, I don’t doubt that but— that’s so far away. Are you sure you can handle it? You’ve never been abroad before…”

 “Oh, I’m sure! I want to support Hisashi in whatever career moves he makes. Besides, it can’t be much different from living here.”

 “I suppose so...but still, please be careful over there,” said Mitsuki, her eyes narrow and a deep frown on her face. “America’s pretty big. You never know what sort of people you’ll run into over there.”

 Inko smiled. “Oh, Mitsuki, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen—but if it did, you will definitely be the first person to know.”

 Mitsuki paused to stare at her, and then grinned back. “Good to know!”

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 (“Careful, careful,” was hissed. “We don’t want to wake her.”

 “Oh, hush. If she drank the entire glass, then she’s practically dead to the world.”

 “You should still take great care, old woman,” said Hisashi, his voice colder than Inko has ever heard from him. “She’s still my wife.”)

 Inko blinked, then whipped her head behind her to see a vast, blue ocean. “Hisashi…?”

 Just then, a giant hand fell on her shoulder, heavy as steel and tanned like the owner was forged from the sun’s rays. Inko felt her heart leap inside her throat, her eyes shifting to glance at the very unfamiliar hand squeezing around her shoulder. Just as it did, the skies above her began turning dark and the ocean became choppy, an omen of an oncoming storm.

 She could feel him behind her, a huge looming presence that seemed ready to cover her whole body, with a heated gaze burning holes in the back of her neck. Inko was frozen, staring forward with eyes so wide that it hurt, but something inside her (An instinct?) made her refuse to blink, to dare turning around. As the man behind her began to heave deep and steaming breaths, like that of a ravenous dragon, Inko remembered herself and whipped around to glare upward, her mouth opening to—  

 “Inko? Baby, what’s wrong?”

 Inko’s scream froze in her throat as she blinked, seeing who it was. “Hisashi…?”

 Hisashi’s expression was blank before he lit up in a warm smile. “Of course. Who else would I be?”

 And of course, Inko couldn’t answer. She lifted a hand to her shoulder, which she was just realizing was bare and rubbed the skin there. She could still feel the burn of that hand, as if it had left a mark on her, just like. Inko couldn’t complete the thought, her wide eyes staring from the side at her shoulder as sweat rolled down her face. J-j-just like a…?

 (“...And now, dearest, you are mine forever.”)

 But there was nothing on her skin, of course. There had been nothing, no one else, of course there wasn’t. There was just her and Hisashi and—

 “Hey Hisashi, what’s the hold up?” shouted David Shield from the other side of the yacht. He was coming up from the bottom, holding a cooler in his hands and beaming wide. “We’re just about to break out some beers!”

 “Better grab one before Enji does, or there will be none left,” added another neighbor of theirs, Gran Torino, who was grinning while laying back on the chairs by the pool.

 Enji Todoroki paused in play wrestling with his eldest son Touya in the pool and turned to glare. “Hey—!”

 Rei snorted, then burst into a sunny laughter. “ Oh, honey, you’re so funny—”

 (“—this isn’t right,” Rei was whispering in a trembling voice, Inko could hear her even in the dark. “Enji, th-this isn’t...we shouldn’t be here!”

 “Just shut up and do as you’re told,” was the growled reply.)

 “Here, Inko,” Hisashi said. “Mrs. Shield made you one of these— drink.”

 Inko turned to him, then saw he had a flute of vodka blush in his hand. Smiling, she reached out to take it. The glass was so cold in her palm, already sweating from the chill of the mixed drink, but with them all standing under a tropical sun, it was a welcome sensation. Inko tilted the glass to drink, but before her lip could brush against the rim, she suddenly froze.

 (“Inko, dear…? Are you all right?”

 “I-I don’t—there’s something weird about this drink, I realize,” Inko slurred out, her sight going hazy.

 “Oh? And what’s that?”

 “It tastes...funny.”

 “You don’t say...?” drawled Mrs. Shield, her crimson grin growing so wide it nearly split her wrinkly face.)

 “...Honey, what’s wrong? It’s your favorite drink.”

 “I...I don’t know.” Eyes squeezed shut, Inko began grasping her head, feeling suddenly lightheaded—Why did it have to be so blazing today? It isn’t even June yet.— “I just…”

 Just as her eyes fluttered open, every word climbing up Inko’s throat froze in place as she did, her mouth dropping at what she was seeing on her husband’s face.

 Where Hisashi’s plain face stood now rested a bone white mask, its grin wide and ghastly, and the eye sockets only holding darkness. His stance seemed to go slack, as if a marionette in rest before a performance. Even when the head tilted, the motion was too jerky to be natural.

 “What’s wrong?” spoke Hisashi’s voice, but with an odd rumble, as if it was his voice and another’s. Then the masked face leaned forward towards her, making Hisashi’s body hunch. “You look so pale, honey…”

 Inko couldn’t hear him, could hardly hear anything over her pulse ringing through her ears. Sweat gathered at the back of her neck and she took one step back away from him.

 “You should give her this drink, instead,” spoke Mrs. Shield’s voice, lilting in a mockery of her usual tone.

 When Inko tilted her head to look behind Hisashi, she nearly screamed to see that a similar mask was on the old woman’s face— though this one’s grin was too wide, too mean— and a glass in her bony claw of a hand full of something milky, with hints of something green that just smelled. It was enough to make anyone keel over, if not vomit all contents from the stomach. Keeping a hand to her mouth, Inko darted her gaze around and found that she was surrounded. All her neighbors, all the friends she’d made the past month, all of them. They were wearing the same mask. Some of the grins on the masks were different. Some, like Rei, had an inky blackness dripping from the eyes to flood over a broken smile. But that mask...it was the same.

 (“But there are no witches, not really.”)

 Inko whimpered from behind her hand, still backing away. She needed to get off this boat, needed to get back home—

 But before she could even turn, Hisashi grabbed her arm and held tight. Inko didn’t even get the chance to scream for help before Mrs. Shield grabbed her other arm. The masked neighbors watched as Inko was pulled towards the growing crowd of them, their gazes holding an eerie hunger, a greed that made Inko begin sobbing. Would no one help her? Wasn’t there anyone…?

 (Across the world, still pregnant and missing her friend, Mitsuki suddenly felt an itch at the back of her neck while cooking dinner. She slowly lifted a hand to begin scratching—)

 “Please, no…! Let me go!”

 Inko was still sobbing when Hisashi and Mrs. Shield then dropped her right in the middle of the room— Room? I thought this was a boat! — and the masked promptly leaned in to stare down at her. Inko stared up at them, eyes wide and tearful. Before she could scream WHAT DO YOU WANT, they were all upon her, their hands touching her and grasping at legs and arms and everything. They grabbed and took and made it impossible to fight back. Inko screamed at the top of her lungs and twisted her body in their hold, throwing her arms and fists outward— but they were all too strong. Many of them were so old, and yet, they were too strong.

 Finally, they lifted her by the limbs— two grasping either of her wrists, while two others at her ankles, and a few more lifting her up from her back— and began taking her down a dark hallway. Inko screamed again, turning her head back and forth. She caught sight of flickering flames crawling up the walls but not burning them, of images of horned creatures with sharp teeth ripping the world apart to ravage it, of a seven-headed dragon spitting green fire across the world, and of hundreds of people shadowed under dark hoods, watching her with eyes so empty, filled with nothing—

 ~@~

Inko’s eyes fluttered open to a room lit only by candles standing on either side of the room. Very vaguely, she noticed some things about her situation. One: she was currently laying on something soft, covered with a silk that shone like crimson— a huge, King sized bed. Two: she was naked and could not move. Her arms were tightly bound on either side of the bed, the rope rough against her wrists; at the end of the bed, ropes were tightly bound to her ankles and holding her legs spread wide from either bedpost.

 And three: Surrounding her were at least a dozen elderly people—both men and women—many she vaguely recognized from around the building, and some she hadn’t met yet. They were all as naked as the day they were born, even Mrs. Shield— which under normal circumstances, would be comical—but with everyone else’s sagging naked bodies surrounding her in such a shameless display, the scene looked borderline grotesque. They all stared down at her with dark and empty eyes, rapidly whispering an odd mantra in a language unknown to Inko, a deep and dark chanting that slowly began to build and build in volume, filling the air with a haunting melody and a very odd weight in the air, giving off a smell very similar to mold.

 Inko’s eyes tiredly shifted around the room, quickly finding that there weren’t just old people. She could see across the room, almost hidden by the shadows, Rei and Enji Todoroki— and next to them, his eyes hidden by his dark fringe, was Hisashi.

 “...Her eyes are open,” someone spoke suddenly, their old creaky voice stammering through the chanting voices, “I-is she awake…?”

 “Nah, she’s still deep under. That drug hit her like a freshman at a frat party. This will be nothing more than a weird dream to her by tomorrow,” Mrs. Shield spoke up, her blue eyes cold and her smile like a razor. To her side, she ordered, “Are her binds nice and tight?”

 “Yes, mother,” replied David.

 “Good. Then all of you, keep going! It won’t be long now. I’ve got a feeling He’s already caught her scent...”

 What…? What is this? Where am I? Inko could vaguely feel these thoughts brushing her consciousness, her eyes still bleary and lidded with the heavy exhaustion weighing her body down, weighing her brain down, it felt like. She pressed her eyes closed, the skin of her eyelids pinching together. What does she mean by “He”...?

 As she slowly opened her eyes again, her gaze still clouded, Inko lolled her head to again look in the direction her husband was standing next to the Todoroki family. Enji was standing behind Rei, hugging her from behind to keep him close to his torso. His blue eyes nearly glared like flames as they raked along Inko’s body, and slowly, one of his hands dipped between Rei’s legs. Rei did nothing, did not fight against the gesture she hadn’t asked for, did not seem to respond to it at all. Her eyes were deep pools of gray that only held an even deeper sorrow as they eyed Inko, even as Enji’s hand began moving to stroke along the folds of her body. Inko watched, feeling a sickness rise from her stomach.

 And still, Hisashi did not move.

 The chanting went on and on, mounting as the smell of mold became the smell of fire, and then ash— and then, most sickening of all, sulfur. Inko could not see the source, she could only see the ring of naked bodies around her, watching her like she was an experiment, or lower than them as they continued speaking that horrid, horrid language— oh, but she smelled it and if her senses were acting correctly, they’d be coaxing her to vomit by now. Breathing heavily through her nose, Inko turned to stare up at the ceiling, her heart near exploding. This is just a dream. This isn’t real...I’ll wake up soon, came the thought, again from a part of Inko that was awake and didn’t want to be. Inko’s eyes closed again, as she repeated the mantra in her head over and over, Wake up, Inko. Wake up!

 Just then, all voices stopped. From the eye in her mind, the part that remained awake despite everything, Inko could see that all her neighbors were still standing around the mattress she’d been tied to, still naked as the day they were born. But their gazes were suddenly fixed to a presence that seemed to arrive out of nowhere, one that was standing right at the end of the bed, where her legs were. Probably the only one who dared to look at her was, surprisingly, Hisashi. His face was now so blank, his eyes dark as he bore into her— it was like looking at a stranger.

 Inko lolled her head to look forward and froze.

 Big didn’t even begin to describe the man standing in front of her, and enormous didn’t seem to do him justice either. He stood at what must have been seven feet, with shoulders broad and full of muscle. He was the sort of man you would see in comic books, impossibly large, with a long muscled torso pinching slightly at the waist and then spreading with the swell of his buttocks, his thighs. He seemed to be wearing no clothing, just like everyone else. Inko stared at him, this man hidden mostly by the shadows dancing from the firelight, her eyes lazily dragging up his bare form to fix on his face.

 His face, was her thought, cloudy but curious as her eyes squinted. She couldn’t see much of him, as a slash of shadow took great care to hide most of him, but she saw enough to know that he was wearing a helmet with spiky horns on the side, his only revealed features being two piercing lights of blue coming from the holes in his mask, right where his eyes were supposed to be.

 Seeing him and seeing he was only wearing a mask, Inko could feel her stomach dropping to her toes. There’s something, she couldn’t help thinking while taking him in. Something wrong with him...but what?

 He was silent a moment before tilting his head towards David, speaking in a rumble that reminded Inko of thunder. “This is she?”

 “Yes, my Lord.”

 “...And does she know?”

 “No, my Lord,” said David, bowing his head. “We all agreed it’d be best this way, to make it easier on her.”

 “Pity...but I suppose it can’t be helped now.” His eyes glowed with an emotion that made Inko’s stomach turn. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

 (“Hey Hisashi,” she asked once, lifting her eyes from a book about the Satanic Panic in the United States. “Do you believe demons exist?”

 Hisashi nearly barked out a laugh. “Demons? Inko, baby, how’d that even come up?”

 “This book talks about a time in America when all they could be concerned about was the Devil. They wrote books and made movies about being possessed or giving birth to the antichrist— all kinds of things.”

 “Ugh, that’s creepy. How could you stand reading that shit without getting nightmares?”

 “...I don’t know, really.” Inko’s mouth was quirked into a smile as she continued flipping through the pages. “I guess I find America’s obsession with demons fascinating.”)

 The memory was so vague, it was almost a dream now, like everything else. A dream on top of a dream on top of a dream slowly turning into something chilling— on the edge of a nightmare. With bleary eyes, Inko watched the giant man place his huge, tanned hands on top of her thighs. He squeezed the flesh under his palms, much like how one would squeeze a piece of fruit, just to test how ripe it was. He let out a deep hum at the feel of her skin, then seemed to nod in approval as his hands moved to stroke along the swell of her hips, the heat in his palms like heating coals on her skin. Again, he squeezed; and as he found the flesh soft and pliant under his touch, he let out something deep and feral.

 “Lovely,” rumbled the stranger. Then his hands moved up to her breasts and squeezed, his palms pinching the swollen flesh beneath in a way that made Inko squirm. His eyes seemed to glow more, in a blue that seemed unreal. “Very lovely, indeed.”

 “Does she please you, my Lord?” asked Mrs. Shield, her tone low and subservient.

 “Yes, so far. You and your son chose this sacrifice well.”

 “Thank you, sir— but you should really direct your gratitude towards Mr. Midoriya. She’s his wife, after all.”

 “Is that so?” He said, turning to gaze at the only man in the room who dared not look at him. Noting the man’s pallor and how he began trembling, knowing he was being stared at, He said in a playful tone, “Well, I thank you for this bounty, Mr. Midoriya. Your wife is gorgeous.”

 Hisashi said nothing. He didn’t even lift his gaze from the floor.

 Not that anything he’d say would have mattered. It was too late to turn back, to regret desperate decisions made without thinking. And quite honestly, such a man who gave up such a lovely morsel like this woman never deserved her in the first place.

 “Isn’t that right, my dear?” rumbled the dark voice in Inko’s mind as she twisted and arched at the sensuous touches. Feeling a familiar but now shameful simmer in her blood that made every one of her cells cry out at the caresses, the sort she’d only felt with her husband before this strange dream, Inko watched as the man above her squeezed and stroked her breasts— and then, with a scrape of what felt like nails on her skin, his hands dipped back down to rest again on her thighs. His fingers crawled to the inside of her thighs, where her body was beginning to pulse wet heat. Vaguely, she felt his eyes on her, those glowing blue eyes— and she could feel him grinning wide. “Oh, yes. You are already mine, aren’t you?”

 (NO! No, I’m not, was a cry inside the dark depths of her mind— the part of Inko trying to wake up, to get back control of her body, to fight, to cry for help— Hisashi, please, help me…!)

 But even as she glanced over at Hisashi, unconsciously waiting for him to say something, her husband turned completely around so only his naked back was facing her. Inko stared at him, her head spinning.

 She didn’t look away from her husband, couldn’t say anything, even as He finally climbed onto the bed and nestled between her spread legs to mount her. Inko trembled when she felt the most throbbing part of him, hard as steel and larger than she’d ever handled before, stroking along the folds of her body. He dragged the very tip of him upwards to grind against her clit, where the pulsing was worst, and then dragged it down to sink inside her— only to pull out. He repeated this gesture over and over, releasing guttural groans above her as the wetness began to build and build there, as those unreal blue eyes boring down at her, growing more ravenous the more he continued abusing her body.

 Terror filled Inko’s veins like a poison as her cheeks prickled with shame at her body beginning to respond. She lolled her head around, staring again at all of her neighbors and whoever else was in the room, spectating this wicked display. Would no one stop this? Even in her own nightmare..? Nothing makes sense…!

 A tanned hand grasped at her chin, stealing Inko’s breath from her chest. It moved to twist her head back so Inko was again staring upwards, locked under the heated stare of this stranger from the shadows.

 “Relax, my dearest. Don’t look at the peons in this room— there is only you and me. No one else matters,” purred the deep voice that could only belong to Him, Inko was starting to realize. It stroked the deep recesses of her mind, silenced the growing sense of panic and soothed it into a warm haze, like summer. “Just stay still, let yourself enjoy it. After all, this is only a dream, is it not?”

 ...That was true. Inko blinked as a sense of calm came over her. This is a dream, she remembered. Perhaps bordering on a nightmare, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy what she could, yes?

 “Yes, of course.”

 Yes, of course.

 Sighing, as if to breathe all her troubles and worries away, Inko felt herself relax on the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted and a dizzying sort of bliss fill her senses. She arched her neck, shifted to get a bit comfortable. Then she opened her eyes slowly to see Him still looming over her, his shoulders heaving with his heavy and steaming breaths, and a blissful smile broke out along her face. The hand on her chin moved to cradle her face, a calloused thumb stroking her lower jaw and then her bottom lip. Now filled with only the desire her body was craving, Inko tilted her head to close her lips around the digit and sucked in a way that she knew Hisashi really liked whenever they went to bed together. Much like her husband, he responded with a bit of a shudder, his eyes growing darker in his hunger.

 And then, with his thumb still in her sweet little mouth, he finally thrust his whole cock inside her.

 Inko’s reaction was instant, her green eyes going wide and her mouth muffling a moan as her cheeks flooded with color. Her body pulsed at the intrusion, not used to such a size inside her. Inko whimpered around the masked man’s thumb, her eyes sliding closed as he rolled his hips, letting out a very pleased growl. He grinded into her some more, muttering some dark words of pleasure and even praise over her lush body, before pulling out and then shoving back inside—and, placing his huge hands on her hips, he didn’t stop. Inko whimpered again, her whole body trembling as he began to pound inside her without mercy, and she threw her head back against the mattress, her mouth parting to let out the moans she couldn’t hold back anymore.

 Soon, the room was full of nothing but wicked sounds. Of the squeaks of springs in the mattress, of the bed rocking in its frame. Of thick, sun kissed thighs slamming against petite, pale ones. Of soft, dazed moans from a woman whose reason and control was stolen from her, and guttural sounds of pleasure that seemed to come more from a beast than a man. There was no pause, no moment for the stranger to take a breath, or a warning of an orgasm that’d be earlier than hers. In fact, how long they’d been like this meant nothing, because time had become meaningless. Inko had come to forget precisely who she was, that she even had a husband, and how she came to be here in the first place— but again, that didn’t matter.

 After all, this was just a dream.  

 Suddenly, as her dark stranger slammed inside her again, Inko let out a breathless moan that became a near scream as he paused to drag his cock and roll his body to tease at the place inside her that made her toes curl when abused. She twisted against the bed, feeling the tight tension inside her throb, threatening to spill over in that satisfaction she so desperately needed.

 “Please,” she found herself whimpering.

 “Please, what, my dear?”

 “Please. I need to...I’m so close—!”

 The masked man let out a deep laughter, tinged with lust. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing more in that radiant blue that filled Inko both with fear but also an odd sense of awe. “Don’t worry, dearest,” he told her. “I’ll give you precisely what you need.”

 Just then, he dipped a hand between Inko’s legs and stroked his thumb along where her desire was peaking and swollen pink. Inko let out another cry, then a louder one as he continued to ravage her, the sensation of his cock and his hands soon becoming too much and too fast. Inko’s glazed eyes went towards the ceiling, unseeing as her mind was going blank, as she was becoming too lost. Seeing her this way made a wicked gratification curl deeply inside the masked man’s chest and from behind the mask, a long tongue slid across his lips in a growing satisfaction.

 With how sensitive she was, it didn’t take long before Inko began moaning and moaning until those moans became screams as her body exploded to pieces. Staring with wide eyes up at the ceiling, she kept making her sounds until her throat became raw, the waves of her orgasm near flooding around the stranger’s cock.

 Ruthlessly, he loomed over her and fucked her through it, making her fall apart over and over until her poor body was trembling from the aftershocks. He watched Inko’s gorgeous eyes roll back, her mouth parting to only let out broken whimpers and oh, that expression did something terrible to him. Something no human woman had ever done before. He wanted to see that face more often—he would. It was already decided. Everything had already been decided, long ago.

 He dug his fingers into her thighs and hoisted them off the bed, furiously fucking into Inko’s tight little body over and over, feeling that band inside him close to snapping. Inko let out a cry, twisted her sensitive body to get away, but it was useless of course. There would be no escape from this, never. He’d make sure of it.

 “Mmm, yes, my dearest. You are so perfect for me. Look how your beautiful cunt stretches for my cock even now, like you were made just for me, for this,” growled the stranger out loud, but still soft enough to only be between them as he rolled his hips. He leaned down, his Adonis-like body covering Inko so much she nearly disappeared under him and he turned his head to rasp right in her ear, a secret just for them. “In fact, I’m thinking of keeping you once this is all over. What do you say about that?”

 Inko could only moan, her body too weak against the flesh that continued to assault hers, her pussy still in shock from the orgasm. Though he was becoming addicted to such broken cries, the masked man placed his palm against her throat and squeezed, knowing that would get her attention.

 While Inko didn’t react with fear, she stared up at him with wide, clouded eyes. He grinned wide beneath his mask, cruel and hungry and uncaring as he began slamming his body inside her once more, his voice growing darker, yet carrying a sweetness that sounded too enticing to fight against.

 “Be honest, human. You’ve been upset with life for a long time. All your life, you have been beholden to the need of others— your parents,  your friends, and now your selfish husband and these pathetic slaves of mine. You rarely had anyone take into account your desires, your goals. But with me? You would become a Queen. No more lies, no more suspicious neighbors and their strange drinks. No more of you being taken for a fool. When our time comes, the world will bow at our feet and obey our every whim. All will love us and despair.”

 A moment of clarity, at least enough for Inko to question what he was saying. A...a Queen? What do you mean? Her eyes narrowed. Wh-who are you?

 He paused, his head tilting with an air of amusement. Slowly, almost too slowly his hands lifted from her body to pull the leather mask from his head. Inko gasped, her stomach dropping to her toes.

 For all intents and purposes, his face certainly looked human. More than human, really, too gorgeous to be human. With those high cheekbones, that chiseled jaw and that gold blond hair, he looked as powerful as the rest of his body, with a hint of the sort of beauty that would have made any priest cry— except. Except for his eyes, which were holes of blackness except for the pupils, which still glowed blue. And then, of course…

 Horns, Inko realized with wide eyes at the top of his head, where a pair of steaming horns were sticking out and forward, while another pair were hoisted at either side of his head. The horns that she’d thought were part of his mask. She also realized, glancing quickly at him, that there was little else truly human about him at all. The hands that were touching her previously were now covered with coarse red scales all the way up to his elbows, his fingers tipped with razor claws that were dripping little drops of crimson—Blood...my blood? Inko thought, suddenly feeling the sting of scratches left along her skin—and those thighs she’d been admiring were covered with those same scales, which Inko quickly realized had left bruises and scratches along the inside of her thighs. Her eyes followed the path of those scales on his thighs, Inko suddenly filling with a grotesque wonder at how they faded into what resembled human skin at his pelvis, only to spread again along his torso.  

 She stared up, her face blank, her heart trembling as the grin on his face spread wider in his malice, in his wicked desire to ravage her body, perhaps even her soul. She stared, watching him as he began to laugh darkly, steam coming out of his mouth as he pounded into her. Inko knew her body was rocking against the mattress from the force, but she just kept staring with those blank eyes, reality finally catching up with her brain.

 This isn’t a dream, this isn’t a dream, she thought fervently, her mouth trembling. This is really happening...

 Finally, almost too soon, the stranger that came from Below threw his head back with a roar, the tips of his horns bursting to flames. He rocked into her, the scales on his thighs digging into Inko’s skin, making more bruises and scratches. As he rolled his hips in a near fury, he tilted his face to her neck, made sure to have her hear his pleasured growls as he finished, his breath hot against her skin. Inko did not move, did not say anything. She just stared upward with her eyes wide, her mouth trembling as one tear dared to roll down her cheek.

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 “...Inko? Baby?”

 Inko’s eyes stayed closed, her brow pinching as she moaned in her sleep. From beneath her lids, Hisashi could see her eyes moving back and forth, still deep in whatever dream she was having. He lifted a hand to place on her shoulder, but then paused— and then he put his hand back down on the bed. Insead, he leaned down to whisper with a tender smile.

 “Baby girl, you need to wake up. I have to get ready for work, and you know I can’t function without your coffee…”

 Inko let out a moan, her closed mouth pursing into a pout. Tightening the sheet around her, she turned on her side and murmured sleepily, “Make your own damn coffee.”

 Hisashi stared down at her, then burst out laughing. “You really partied hard last night, huh?”

 She went stiff.

 “...Last night?”

 “During the party, Mrs. Shield’s birthday! You drank so much,” he said. “Then again, I wasn’t a saint myself, Enji brought over this sake that hit me like a truck and David—”

 It was then that Inko’s eyes snapped open, images crashing into her. Mrs. Shield giving her those vodka blushes; that dark room with the scary paintings; and of course, that thing and what it did to her—

 “...Inko?”

 She sat up then, too fast, and groaned when a wave of exhaustion hit her. Grasping her head, Inko stared ahead, blinking rapidly. Had it been a dream after all? But it was...it was so real. She could still remember how immobile she’d been, how that creature had...had moved inside her, how she’d been surrounded by her neighbors and new friends, her own husband— and most of all, she remembered that creature’s eyes as it bore into her. Impossibly blue, impossibly tall, very much like some of the demons her great grandmother used to tell horror stories about.  

 Could it be that it was just a nightmare, after all? Inko stared down at her hands, lost in thought, almost separate from her own body. Then why do I feel…?

 Hisashi let out a sigh. “...Okay, I guess I’ll  buy breakfast today.”

 That brought her out of her thoughts, remembering what duties she owes to her husband. Inko whipped around and said, “No, no, I’ll do it! I just need…”

 “No, it’s fine. I gotta hurry up and leave anyway. Got a call from the office, sounded urgent.”

 “I’m so sorry, dear, I—” Inko paused, her eyes falling to the hand reaching out to Hisashi, right to the dark bruise around her wrist. She lifted her other hand to look at it closely, saw that a similar bruise was mirrored on her wrist. “What…?”

 (“Are her binds nice and tight?”

 “Yes, mother.”)

 And it was then, while her husband was rushing to get dressed for work, that Inko felt the soreness in her inner thighs, the ache around her ankles. She lifted the sheet to examine herself, to see bruises and scratches all over her body. Her eyes went wide, sweat gathering at her forehead.

 “...Honey?”

 “Yes, dear?” said Hisashi, as he was putting on his necktie.

 “Why am I covered in…?” Inko couldn’t even finish. What could she even call these? What was she even implying…?”

 “Oh, yeah, that was me. Sorry, baby, guess I got a little rough last night.”

 She lifted her gaze to stare at Hisashi’s back, her green eyes narrowing at his reflection. “While I was drunk?”

 “Well, I was out of it too,” replied Hisashi without turning to look her in the eye. “And I guess I was just so excited about us trying for a baby that I couldn’t resist. Sorry again about that. I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay.”

 Inko stared.  

 (“...What did you do? What did you let them do to me?” will be asked desperately, months later, when Inko’s belly is swollen, her skin pale, and bags are under her eyes.

 Hisashi will look at her, his dark eyes cold and as sharp as the new suit he’d bought, and his hair nearly all silvery-white. “Whatever I needed to do.”)

 “...I guess it’s fine, since it’s you,” she said eventually, trying not to let the ominous feeling rise from her stomach. “It’s just. I had a weird dream last night that I was- that someone was…”

 “Was what...?”

 Inko paused to think, her eyes falling to the bed. Then she lifted her eyes to grace Hisashi with a smile. “Actually, it doesn’t matter! Sorry to make you worry.”

 “It’s fine, baby. You’re probably still tired from last night.

 “Y-yeah. Yeah, maybe.”

 “You should go back to sleep. Take today to rest and recuperate.”

 “...That’s a good idea, actually,” said Inko, swallowing a yawn. She beamed up at her husband. “I’ll see you when you come home. Be safe, dear.”

 “I will,” said Hisashi as he finished buttoning his suit jacket. He picked up his suitcase and moved to walk out of the bedroom, only to pause. He turned around to look at his wife one more time, just as she was laying back down and turning on her side again to sleep.

 With blank eyes, his gaze fell on her bare shoulder, where a bruise shaped like a huge hand was imprinted on her skin.

[winterysomnium]

post graduation roommates/getting together Todobaku tho

this is what happens when I’m too lazy to write but also have an idea

- they’re not even sure how it happens, this whole living together thing, but after graduation Todoroki wants to move out permanently because as much as Enji’s trying, they still see each other all day at work and Todoroki just needs his peace and Bakugou doesn’t wanna commute ‘cause it’s a hassle and it’s better to live closer to where most villains operate, right? right

- they get a small, cramped top floor apartment with a tiny balcony, joint kitchen and living room, an old fashioned bathroom and two tiny bedrooms

- they spend a better part of a week cleaning and fixing it up and Todoroki is infuriatingly good with setting up Ikea level furniture and decoding the manuals to Bakugou’s eternal irritation because this is the guy that doesn’t even know how to cook a medium rare steak?? but somehow cryptic fucking language makes sense to him?? how??

- and where did he even get the tatami mats from stop pulling all-nighters just so you can set up your dumb manga shelf, you goddamn nerd!!  (Kirishima gets a lot of annoyed texts like that that week. Todoroki will be good for Bakugou, he thinks.)

- Bakugou’s pretty much in charge of the kitchen and all hell breaks loose if Todoroki does the thing where he just puts stuff away randomly (as he tends to do) because why would you put rice to your tea ?? do you even have a brain up there?? Todoroki: it’s breakfast food Bakugou: that’s not how you fucking sort -- just get out, oh my god 

- but he still makes enough for two bentos even if he just leaves the food on a plate or in the fridge for Todoroki to put into his bento box, which Bakugou also got him because he’d found out that Todoroki didn’t have one and just bought lunch at random places and geez first of all: do you even know what a budget is and second of all: it’s not healthy so shut up and eat your damn fried shrimp rice

- Todoroki has incredibly steady hands. Bakugou learns this when he gets his first bad face injury; it creeps up from his cheek across his eyelid to the edge of his brow and there’s necessary aftercare and a few days off work which leave him frustrated and irritated as hell. His face itches and he can’t really touch it too much besides redressing it and he keeps want to rub his cheek aggressively and his hands keep getting sweaty when he tries to fix the bandages so he almost bites Todoroki’s head off, snaping at him when he grabs the salve and wound dressings  out of his sweaty explosive hands but Todoroki just offers “Eye injuries is something I’m familiar with,” as explanation and he treats Bakugou so so tenderly it almost feels like a punch and grudgingly, Bakugou lets him.

- They help each other out after that, regularly, with small scrapes and scratches or hard to reach lingering hurts and not once, not even after gruelling days of work and nearly sleepless nights and bad endings and the feeling of not having done enough, not once do Todoroki’s hands tremble.

- Bakugou cuts the back of Todoroki’s hair after he finally stops laughing because that’s the most impressive fucking sinusoid he’s ever seen in hair form and maybe. just maybe Todoroki looks a little embarrassed when he hands the scissors over which counts as a win in Bakugou’s book

- two am is their talk hour, in the liminal space of Torodoki’s gentle treating hands and sometimes in the crook of Bakugou’s mouth when they sip on Bakugou’s Dad’s special ‘bad day’ tea and the cups somehow feel more and more full the more they drink, emotion and exhaustion and doubt soaking the ceramic and Bakugou’s voice goes soft and quiet and in exchange, Todoroki bumps or simply touches his shoulder, as if he’s trying to amplify his voice again and sometimes, Bakugou will grudgingly admit, it even works. (Todoroki’s hands don’t tremble, but sometimes, his voice does.)

- they get a little ( a little) drunk on Midoriya’s birthday and pass out on top of each other in Bakugou’s bed and one of them might have held onto the other’s fingers and pressed their whole body against the other, flush and warm and there’s a lot of non-utilized bed space left but they’re stubbornly ignoring any opportunity of using it and just pretend there’s nothing beyond the border of their own bodies

- it’s a close call on both ends about a year and a half into being roommates, when a good chunk of the bay tears itself apart under the hands of a villain group and there’s a surgery, a couple of broken bones and ironically, they share a room at the hospital as well. “Maybe it really is a curse, me messing up people’s hands,’’ Todoroki says and there’s a wry, hurt smile and somehow it hurts even more to look at, so Bakugou knocks his cast against Todoroki’s bruised ribs ‘cause it serves him right. As if he’s the only one worried here.

- Bakugou stays in the hospital a day longer than Todoroki and when he comes back Todoroki has managed to nearly destroy their second best pot but the curry’s not as burned as the pot made it look out to be and it’s hot, burning in the way Bakugou likes his food to burn and if he tears up it’s the big chunks of chilli peppers Todoroki put in there that’s not how you do this, candy cane face,  haven’t I taught you better?? (and then Todoroki reveals that he has also bought Bakugou’s guilty pleasure take out as a fail-safe because he’d thought he might actually set the kitchen on fire despite Bakugou tutoring him on cooking and that tight press of anxiety snaps and falls off from around Bakugou’s chest as he scrubs the burned bottom of the pot, thinking of Todoroki, and why does this put him at ease, out of all things?)

- and yes, Todoroki has definitely set fire to several things in their kitchen in the name of reheating something or just probably wanting to piss Bakugou off because he told him he hates that and don’t you dare stick your grubby fingers into or anywhere near my drink, I’m getting my ice from the fridge, you freak

- Bakugou’s lip gets split the next time he’s back on duty and Todoroki keeps looking at it, his eyes drawn to the cut relentlessly and his looks are like an itch; Bakugou corners him in the middle of sorting out their fresh laundry, presses him against the washing machine and asks him what the fuck are you doing? and Todoroki just clenches his jaw and his eyes drop to Bakugou’s mouth again and heat rises inside of Bakugou like a shock wave and then Todoroki licks his own lips and Bakugou shoves him, just a little, what the hell are you thinking, giving a guy a look like that? he asks, voice rough but he feels a flush on his face and with slow, deliberate hesitation Todoroki’s fingers cup his face, and he leans in, kisses Bakugou softly and barely there and like a tease but Bakugou knows Todoroki’s dating expertise is zero and it’s not like either of them have time to date anyway -- yet, he kisses Todoroki back, presses him some more into the uncomfortable plastic of the washing machine and when the beat of his heart stops engulfing the whole of his heart, his being, he notices something else: Todoroki’s hands are trembling against his face, imperceptibly.

- and because they are a couple of dumbasses they don’t really talk, just make out, occasionally, on slow afternoons and after long long painful days, and sometimes, sometimes Bakugou kisses Todoroki after breakfast and before bed, but never on the same day. 

- one night, Todoroki stands in Bakugou’s bedroom’s doorway, shoulders so tense he’s probably pulling a muscle and they stare at each other for a long moment, before -- can I sleep here with you, tonight? Todoroki asks and he seems to be so vulnerable in the faded light and with his sleep clothes on and his bare feet; and Bakugou nods and scoots, but I’m keeping the right side of the bed, he growls as a warning but it’s half hearted at best and they both know they’re gonna end up pressed against each other in the middle of the bed anyway, arms and legs tangled, and the moment Todoroki’s under the covers Bakugou pulls him in, doesn’t ask and closes his eyes; he won’t ask. But Todoroki offers it anyway, sinks into Bakugou’s bed and Bakugou’s arms, fingers curling against Bakugou’s own; “My father is an asshole,” he says angry and bitter and sad and Bakugou knows enough to not pry and just kisses the back of Todoroki’s neck, once, asks: “Wanna forget about him?“ and Todoroki’s breath hitches but he nods and when they’re done, hours later, Todoroki’s silhouette stays relaxed, pliant under Bakugou’s palms. 

- it becomes a thing, and it grows underneath and between them and sometimes they’re hungry, sometimes they’re hurt and angry, sometimes they’re tender and scared and because Bakugou thinks it’s pathetic that Todoroki made all the first moves before, and because he thinks Todoroki needs to hear it, more than Bakugou, more than most of them, probably, he tells him; says, “Shouto, I love you, but that shirt is fucking hideous.” and Todoroki looks up, startled, and so what if Bakugou said it in the middle of an Abercrombie and Fitch store, both are true and both needed to be said and they’re definitely worth the smile Shouto gives him, and -- “Don’t know if I should take fashion advice from a guy that still shops at Hot Topic, Katsuki,” Todoroki teases and yeah, yeah, it’s good. They’re good and -- (’I love you, too,’ Todoroki says, the moment they step into their tiny hallway and the door is shut behind them.) Yeah, they’re great.