#endeavor fanfic

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HEADCANON: MHA MEN SPOILING YOU

w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Endeavor

warnings: none just mha men being rich<3

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

"Hey, where are you?" You hear you husband's rough voice spill through the speakers of your phone, your eyelids shaking at the eyelash extensions being pressed down and glued on your water line.

"Getting my lashes done."

"Anything else planned?" He asks, making you purse your lips in thought.

"My whole day's packed, actually. I already went to my facial appointment. I'm getting my nails and hair done after this. Maybe a little shopping if I have the energy. Oh! I'll probably get a massage too!" You rant, smiling as you imagine the perfect selfcare day.

"Alright. You think you'll have enough energy for dinner after all that?" You giggle and hum, "Uhuh! I always have energy for you baby."

"That's good to hear. Have fun today baby, I love you."

"I love you more."

You hear three beeps and you hear your lashtech giggle.

"Hero Dynamight is portrayed as this scary, rough guy in the media, but he's actually very sweet." She swoons, making your chest swell with pride.

"He is, actually. One time-"

You're cut off by your phone buzzing, followed by your lashtech gasping. Unable to open your eyes, you stretch your arms out. "What? What happened?!"

"Hero Dynamight he..." She gasps.

"He what?!" You yell, your chest caving in as every horrible thought crosses your mind.

Did he get injured during a fight?

How badly is he injured?

Is he...?

"Dammit, Ari! Tell me what's happening!" You demand, about to sit up from the bed.

"He just sent you two million yen..." She breathes out, making you release a sigh.

"Fucking Christ. I thought something happened." You whisper, relaxing back onto the bed. "Did he say why?"

"'Refunding you for you facial appointment. The rest are for your other plans. Call if you need more. I love you baby.'" She read aloud, causing a smile to stretch across your face.

"He's the sweetest." You swoon.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

You look around the villa, eyes sparkling and head over the moon at how beautiful it is. The Spanish colonial architecture is beautiful, the ceilings high, the wood floors shiny and waxed, and the arched windows big enough for you to show a tree from the tops of its leaves down to its roots burrowed down the soil.

"It's so pretty, baby!" You giggle, twirling around the foyer of the villa you'll be spending your two weeks in.

Finally, Eijirou was able to grab a two-week break from hero work. The two of you have been busting your asses off, protecting cities and taking down villains.

This time, you made sure your schedules synced when it came to time to making time for each other.

"You like it?" He asks, hugging you from behind.

You turn your head to the side, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I love it, baby. This'll be the best vacation ever. Just the two of us. Happy and in love." You smile, giggling at his cheeks slowly turning into a crimson colour.

And just as you said, your two-week vacation was a bliss. The both of you drank and ate, made love, swam in the private pool, in the private beach, cuddled during movies, played video games, board games, explored the small town near the villa- everything was perfect.

As you sit on your spot in the hero's private plane, a white folder on the table catches your eye. With curiousity tickling your fingers, you open it, your gaze immediately falling to your husband's familiar signature. Your brows knit as you bring your eyes back up to the top of the document, reading it.

This letter of Intention to Offer is made and effectively by...

Property Address...

Purchaser Address...

Purchaser Contact...

Dear Mr. Kirishima Eijirou...

Please accept this bid purchase to...

For the amount of...

"Eight million euros?!" You scream, clutching on the document.

Eijirou rushes out of the private bedroom inside the jet, his eyes wide with worry as he inspects you. "What's wrong?!" He worries.

"Why the hell did you buy the villa?!" You scream, now your eyes are wide with worry.

"You said you loved it." He shrugs.

Your head pulses with the need to close your eyes. You can feel your blood pressure rising at this stupid, idiotic, irresponsible...sweet, lovely, man.

"Where the hell are you getting eight million euros?" You sigh, finally looking up at the man who foolishly spoils you rotten.

"The same place I was getting eighty million yen for the yacht you wanted..." He looks at you like you're stupid.

"Why the hell did you buy a yacht on top of a villa, Eijirou?"

"You said you wanted the boat!" He exclaims, forcing you to rack your brain for the memory of when you said that.

"I said it was pretty! Not that I wanted it!" You exclaim, your face scrunching up in stress. "Where on earth are you getting your money!"

The red head simply smiles, engulfing you with his strong arms in a warm, tight embrace. "I'm one of the top heros in the world, baby. And I've been in this game for decades now. It's safe to say I've got more money than we both can possibly need." He reasons, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

"Plus, property investments are good!" You roll your eyes at the stupidly sweet man you call your husband, your heart searing as your gaze catches onto another document with the words 'Land Ownership' and your name printed not far from it.

SHOTO TODOROKI

An evil grin stretches across your face as you point at every pretty thing your eyes fall on. You don't break your stride as you enter and exit shops in under a minute.

"That." You point at an adorable bag inside a shelf. "That, too." You point at the one beside it.

"These shoes in my size. These too. Ooo! And these as well." You hand the shoes over to your assistant, letting her pass them over to the store clerk.

You exit the shop, leaving one body guard behind as you enter the store beside it. This one's a gadget store.

"You think it's time to upgrade my devices?" You ask, playing with the showcased device on the table. You turn to your side, eyeing your husband's assistant, seeing tears comically strem down his cheeks.

"Please, madam! You've spent so much already!" He cries, "What on earth did Mr. Todoroki's money ever do to you?"

"It's not his money, it's him in general. He hasn't been spending time with me as of late. I'm getting bored." You pout, nodding at a store clerk before point at different gadgets, one of each kind.

"All those, if you have them in pink, but if not, I'll get them in black. The biggest memory you have, please. Along with accesories. Pink." You order before leaving the store once more, entering another booth selling watches in insane prices.

"Madam, Mr. Todoroki is a pro hero-"

"And I'm not?" You glare at the employee. "I work as much hours as he does. I'm just as demanded, I'm just as busy, and I'm just as tired as he is. And yet, I can always make time for him back at home."

You know you're being a bit too unreasonable. But you've grown bored and lonely. And you'd rather die than take another lover. So Shoto's bank account it is.

"He'd have a heart attack if he saw all the withdrawals." The assistant worries as you ponder over two watches displayed in front of you.

"If my husband suffers from cardiac problems due to my spending, then he shouldn't have taken being a pro hero as a job." You point at the silver and blue Patek Philippe. "This one please." You tell the sales woman who smiles at you as she nods softly.

You check your own watch to see you've been at it for hours now. Almost time for dinner.

Maybe I should pay my busy husband a visit.

You roll your eyes.

You stretch your arms up above you, letting out a yawn as your muscles finally relax.

Your last stop is a five star restaurant right beside the mall.

Shoto scribbles on a few papers, hating how he's been leaving his wife alone for multiple nights. Knowing her, she'll have his ass if this goes on for too long.

He sighs, stretching his up above him, feeling his back crack. His head pulses and the need to see his wife waves over him in strong currents.

Right as he's about to resume his paper work, his phone buzzes in a call, his financial advisor's name flashing the screen.

Shoto answers the call with one hand, the other elegantly scribbling on the paper. "What is it?"

"Sir, I think your card's been stolen. There have been numerous deductions, all huge amounts." Shoto furrows his brows, taking his wallet out from his pocket. Sure enough, his black Master is missing.

A tickling feeling grows in his gut. "From which shops?"

He hears a few clicks from the other line, "These are all luxury brands. Miu Miu? Coach? LV, Prada, Bottega Veneta, Chanel, Dior, Philippe Patek- The thief may be a woman, sir."

"You're right. A woman. My woman." Shoto sighs, chuckling softly. "How much did my wife spend?"

"A little over two hundred million yen." Shoto can hear the wince in his advisor's tone, making him grin.

Sure, his wife's a kickass pro hero, and she makes just as much money as he does. But nothing compares to her spending ability with the cute little side talent of not touching her own bank account.

Just as he's about to give out an order, said wife enters his office without knocking, a familiar paper bag in her hands.

"Brought you dinner from that favorite restaurant of yours." She lifts the bag, striding over to him.

"She seems to have been having a little tantrum because I haven't been giving her the attention she deserves." He smirks at her, "Run it through."

"You talk shit about me to your employees?" The love of his life pouts as he chuckles deeply, standing from his seat. He places his hands on his wife's hips, softly pulling her towards him, giving her lips a gentle peck.

"Never. I was just explaining to them why I lost millions of yen in a day." His joke earns him a playful glare from his wife.

KEIGO TAKAMI

You complained to Keigo once. Once. That you were tired.

It was six am that morning when you woke up like you hadn't slept at all. You didn't have muscle sores or a headache nor were you sick. You were simply tired.

By nine am, the pro hero had written you a sick leave, carried you onto his private jet, and the both of you were now flying over beautiful blue waters.

"Keigo-" He cuts you off by shushing you, lifting a finger up in the air. He pulls you towards the private room located at the back of the jet where a massage table has been set up, along with ambient spa music and a masseus in the corner with her hands clasped together and her head bowed down. The room smelled of peppermint and lavender.

"We'll land in twelve hours. You can request anything else after the massage." You don't get a chance to respond because he leaves the room, closing the door gently.

You and the masseus look at each other before she lets out an amused chuckle. "He seems to spoil you so."

You sigh, "He overdoes it, but I know he means well."

Eleven hours later, you've gotten a mani pedi, a simple and refreshing facial, your muscles are relaxed, you've eaten two square meals, and had the longest nap of your life.

Now you're seated in front of your husband, sipping your champagne in your soft, fluffy robe as he reads his magazine.

"Keigo, will you finally tell me where you're taking me?" You sigh, watching him look at you through his golden eye lashes. He smirks, setting his magazine down as he pulls the window cover up.

You squint at the sudden brightness but your eyes quickly adjust. You blink a few times, moving towards the window, taking a peek.

"You took me to Greece?!" You exclaim, seeing the familiar white walls and blue roofs.

"My baby said she was tired." He mused, "And we can't have that."

You open your mouth in protest, but a sound cuts before you. "Mr. and Mrs. Takami, we'll be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts, thank you."

You glare at your husband one last time before buckling up, letting out an annoyed huff as you keep your eyes on the window.

"Jesus..." You breath out, craning your head up to look at the domed ceiling. Your gaze drags down, moving from side to side as you inspect the large arched windows and marbled floors.

Keigo weaps his arms from behind you, breathing in your scent. "You know you didn't have to fly me anywhere. That spa day was exactly what I needed. I could've gotten it back in Japan."

"Yeah," Keigo squints, softly pushing you towards the glass double doors leading to the balcony. "But you wouldn't have been able to enjoy this view afterwards."

The scene of the vast blue ocean with the sun slowly dipping down is breath taking. Accompanied by the soft glow of yellowish lights, the chirping of a few birds here and there, and the smell of the ocean has you claiming this place to be paradise.

"I love it..." I mumbled, captivated by the beauty of the sunset.

"More than me?"

You turn your head to the side, pressing your lips softly on your husband's cheek. "No, never more than you, my love."

Keigo smiles, pressing a soft peck on your lips before slowly letting his arms fall, his hand delicately holding your hand.

"Come with me." He tugs you back inside, leading you up the grand marble staircase and inside what looks like the master bedroom.

"Close your eyes." He whispers in your ear and you immediately follow his order. Slowly leading you somewhere, you hear a soft click of a door. "Open."

You blink once, twice, before your jaw drops to the floor. You're right outside a huge walk in closet, and inside is one of the biggest boquet of elden roses formed into a heart. Surrounding it are paper bags with different kinds of designer brands printed on them. Behind the boquet is a round marble table with different boxes of leather, some kept closed and some open, revealing shiny watches and jewelry, ranging from silver, gold, and white gold.

"Keigo..." You breathe out, taking a careful step inside before turning around to face your husband. Your eyes feel like they're about to bulge out of their sockets and your haw about to fall off.

"Not now." You shakes his head, quickly stopping you as if he knows what you're about to do. "Pick an outfit and we'll leave in an hour." He presses a light kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone with your gifts.

Feeling as though you've been spoiled rotten, you take your time going through your numerous gifts, deciding to wear every dress you come across, but quickly change your mind when you find another one.

Your husband may be a pro hero, but his true talent is picking out beautiful dresses for you.

You decide on a wine red silk dress, revealing your back, pairing it with strappy silver heels, a diamond encrusted choker, and diamond earings that hang right below your chin. You make up is a simple smokey eye with a bold dark red lip. Your hair curled and pinned up into a bun, the front swept to the side.

You step out of the room and onto the top of the staircase, looking down to see Keigo already in a suit and waiting. He looks up, eyes sparkling when they settle on you. Your heart bursts of affection- he always does this. Whether you dress to the highs or like a beggar, he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you slowly climb down the steps, your husband meeting you at the bottom. He drinks you up slowly, his chest rising before shakily lowering back.

"Beautiful..." He whispers, soft fingers caressing your cheek.

"Thank you." You kiss his open palm, leaving a lipstick stain. "What are we having for dinner?"

Keigo's eyes are stuck on you lipstick stain and you watch his throat swallow. "May I have you instead?" He asks, his eyes filled with heat, making you chuckle.

"No, you may not, because I'm hungry for some real food." You cup his cheek for a moment before stepping to the side, making your way to the waiting car in the driveway.

He takes you to a restaurant that serves an array of european dishes. Not long after, you have a food baby and are tipsy on what you claim to be the best wine you've ever drank.

By the time you finish, you decide to take a little walk around the small town. His suit jacket hangs on your shoulders with your clasped together.

You try to hold it in, but the searing pain from your feet makes you hiss and wobble. Keigo immediately catches you, "What's wrong?"

You sigh, looking up at him with a pout. "My feet hurt. Heels are too high."

Keigo smirks before getting down on one knee.

"We're already married." Your reminder earns you a hearty laugh from him.

"I'm trying to undo your shoes, dummy."

"Oh."

He swiftly undoes the clasps of your heels, taking the pair. Before you take another step forward, he scoops you in his arms, your immediately wrapping themselves around his neck.

"Keigo?"

"Hold on tight, love." He whispers.

You get a second to process what he means by that before his wings stretch out, pushing the both of you off the ground.

"Keigo!" You scream, tightly clutching onto him as he laughs loudly.

"Shouldn't you be used to this by now?" He yells through the air.

"I'm full and I'm drunk! You're gonna make me throw up!" You yell.

He simply laughs, his arms holding you possessively onto his chest. "Not yet, my love."

You look up at him questioningly before finding the courage to look down, enraptured by the beauty of the city below you. Before you know it, you catch a glimpse of the shoreline before dark blue waters meet your gaze.

"If you drown me, you'll be the worst husband ever." You frown, receiving a snicker from Keigo.

"Don't worry, love. We're almost there." At his words, you look infront of you, noting how the angry waters eventually grow calm until finally, they're as still as mirrors. Scratch that, they're exactly like mirrors.

The stars twinkle and shine brightly above you, as well as below you. It's as if you're in outer space. The sight around you is exquisit, bewitching, alluring, captivating—it's divine. You see millions upon million of stars all around you. Tears fill the corners of your eyes at the tantalizing scene.

Keigo looks at you and you feel him slowly lower you, right above the water. "Lower your feet for me." His request has you immediately dropping your feet.

He hovers the both of you just above the water, only your tippy toes grazes the top of the water, creating a circular ripple effect, making the stars in its reflection dance.

"Beautiful..." You gasp, charmed by the sight.

"Not as much as you." Keigo mutters, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Love?" You call out.

He hums in response, the silence relaxing.

"How much did you spend just today?"

You feel your husband freeze at your question. It's incredible how Keigo's spending problem only occurs when you're involved.

"You want me to sugarcoat it or-"

"Give it to me straight."

"A little over a hundred yen..."

You look up at him, unamused. "Keep lying."

"A hundred... Thousand?" He offers, averting his gaze.

"You take me for an idiot?"

Keigo sighs, burying his nose on the top of your head. "Million."

You huff out an irritated breath before melting back onto your husband. He's lavish when it comes to you, but it's one of the few ways he likes to show you off.

ENJI TODOROKI

Your heart pitter-patters on your chest as you squeeze your gold clutch tightly. You're nervous- and it's justifiable. You've had the fattest crush on your boss ever since you were hired as his secretary, and when he was invited to an auction with the choice to invite a plus one, he chose you. Warranted, you are his secretary, so he may need some assistance.

Stop being delusional. This is your job. Be professional.

But your flaming cheeks aren't listening to your brain. Your dress feels too tight, and your skin feels like it's been lit on fire but the cold breeze of the night cools it down.

I'm gonna end up sick.

Just as you're calming yourself down, you see a black sedan stop right in front of your lawn. You quickly make your way towards the car, opening the door only to be greeted by a strong scent of expensive perfume with a hint of musk. Your eyes immediately fall onto the one man you can't have.

He's tapping away at his phone and you can't stop the wave of disappointment engulfing you. You wanted to see his reaction to the dress you picked out.

Stop it, he has a family for Christ's sake!

You silently hop on. As soon as you close your door, the car speeds off.

"This auction is also a masquerade." He mentions, pushing a black eye mask towards you. Despite being black, it sparkles under low light.

Black glitters.

Did he find out the kind of dress you were gonna wear? The masks suits it perfectly.

As you inspect the mask, you steal a glance at him to see he's still on his phone. Rejection clenches at the stupid muscle in your chest, but you try your hardest to ignore it. You put on your mask, softly tying the black ribbon at the back of your head to keep it on.

A few minutes of silent torture passes by until bright lights finally engulf the car. "We're here, sir." The driver announces.

Endeavor taps away at his phone for a few more moments before pocketing it, letting out a tired sigh. Both passenger doors are opened and a young man in a simple black and white suit offers you his hand. As soon as you're about to take it, a bigger, much rougher hand pushes it away.

"I'll help my date down myself. Thanks." Endeavor's voice is rough and deep, but that isn't what makes you gawk at him.

"Date?" You repeat his word, making him look at you. The blue eyes under his red mask brighten when his gaze finally drops on you.

He looks at you from your mask down to your toes, and back up. He does so slowly, that even after you've placed your hand on his, he doesn't budge. Doesn't make a peep. The only thing moving is his eyes drinking you in slowly. And the movement of his throat as he swallows.

Welcome to another episode of: I'm not delusional! I swear my boss thinks I'm hot aswell!

Finally, Endeavor clears his throat. He steps to the side, allowing you to hop off the car. The cameras' flashes increase when the paparazzi notice that Pro Hero Endeavor has brought a date.

"Endeavor! Who's your date??"

"Is she someone special?"

"Is your date being paid?"

The both of you walk through the red carpet as questions are being yelled at.

"Your family back home will see you've brought a date! How do you think they'll feel?"

Your head snaps at the direction of the voice, your eyes scanning the crowd for a moment before they finally settle on a bald guy. You slip your hand from Endeavor's, striding towards the nosy fuck before quickly grabbing the lense of his camera. Your crush it in one easy squeeze, silence falling among everybody else.

"You're here to take pictures. You already know you aren't getting answers from us, so why set yourselves up for failure?" You glare across the crowd of people, making sure your words aren't directed towards baldy alone. "Snap your pictures, send them to your employers, and shut the fuck up."

Your eyes return to baldy once more, noting the sheer sweat forming all over his head. "Send the bill over to Endeavor's secretary, she'll take care of it." You tell him before flicking the bits of camera you have on your hand.

Returning to Endeavor, you hook your arm on his, and continue walking, waving and smiling for the cameras as if you aren't anxious about what you just did.

Did I do good?

Is he upset I did that?

He hasn't said anything.

Fuck, I won't have a job tomorrow. Great job, self! You've just lost an incredibly high-paying job that allows you to be close with the love of your life.

The big double doors open, revealing a dimly lit opera house. A lot of people are already inside, all of them in full glamour.

"You didn't have to do that." Endeavor finally speaks up, making you swallow nervously.

"Yeah well, I didn't like how he asked that question. As if you're doing something wrong..." Your voice is soft and unsure as you keep your gaze on the carpeted floor. You've settled on allowing your boss to lead you towards your seats.

"Don't you think what I'm doing is wrong?"

His wuestion has you snapping your neck at him, your eyes wide with worry. Does he think that?

"You're divorced, aren't you? And- and they don't know who I am. I don't think this is bad publicity at all." You defend, watching as he side eyes you.

"Anything with me is bad publicity." He mumbles, warm irritation bubbling in your chest as you clench your fist closed.

"Stop that." You demand, finally arriving at your seats.

"Stop what?" His questions goes unanswered for a few moments as you take in the private booth at the top floor. It's only the two of you here, with a button in the middle. Probably for when the client wants to bid.

"Stop putting yourself down. Yes, you've made mistakes. Big ones. Huge ones. But it isn't late for you to change and make up for it all." You look up at him with wide, genuine eyes. "You already admitted your mistakes. All that's left now is to try your damnest to make up for it, to make it up to all the people you've wronged. But you gotta do it with a genuine heart and pure intentions."

Endeavor looks at you with wide eyes, his blue orbs like the color of the sea during the peak of summer. You hold his gaze for a second,

two seconds

three-

The lights dim, grabbing you attention to the stage below.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

The first few items were boring, so you don't blame Endeavor for not making a bid. A few paintings and tables presented here and there, maybe a couple properties. You feel your eyelids growing heavy until a necklace is presented under the spotlight.

The blue saphire stones completely surround the neckline, and a big red ruby stands out dead center. It looks heavy and too extravagant to wear anywhere you'd go. But it reminds you of your big, quiet boss.

"It's beautiful." You gasp, unable to look away from the piece.

"Up next, we have an exquisite piece that will undoubtedly ignite a bidding war: a mesmerizing blue sapphire rose, intricately crafted with petals that glisten like the ocean depths. At the heart of this stunning bloom rests a fiery red ruby pendant, its vibrant hue creating a captivating contrast. This one-of-a-kind piece combines the tranquility of sapphire with the passionate allure of ruby, set in the finest platinum. A true masterpiece of luxury and elegance, perfect for any discerning collector." The host's voice echoes throught the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who will start the bidding for this unparalleled gem at eight million yen?" Immediately, you hear buttons being pressed, with the host yelling out numerous numbers.

"Eight million yen to bidder number twenty-seven!"

"Ten million yen to bidder number forty!"

"Eleven million yen to bidder number thirty-five!"

The price goes higher and higher, making you dizzy. You snap out of your lightheaded state when you see your boss press his button.

"Fifty million yen." He mutters to the microphone, making your heart drop.

Who's he giving that to?

Is there a woman in his life I don't know about?

Maybe it's an apology gift to his wife.

No, he wouldn't be that cheap about it.

"Fifty million yen to bidder number fourteen! Does anybody wish to go higher?" The room is dead silent. "Fifty million going once," Still, nobody makes a peep. "Fifty million going twice." Nada. "Sold! To bidder number fourteen at fifty million yen!"

"I can't believe you just did that." You breathe out, in the brink of a panic at the thought of losing fifty mil in a night.

Endeavor keeps his eyes up front, making you mirror his actions. You feel squirmish in your seat.

The next few items are as boring as the first ones, until your eyes catch a red fur coat on a mannequin. It's as red as Endeavor's hair, and it looks softer than the softest fur in the world.

"Prepare yourselves, esteemed bidders, for a truly unparalleled offering: a one-of-a-kind crimson fur coat. This extraordinary garment exudes opulence and sophistication, crafted from the finest fur of the Crimson Frost Lynx, a legendary creature said to roam the forests of the North." Your brows furrow at the statement.

Aren't those Lynxes extinct?

"Its rich, deep crimson hue is unlike anything you’ve seen, making a bold and timeless statement. Lined with luxurious silk, this coat is not just a piece of clothing but a work of art. Perfect for the most discerning fashion aficionado, it promises to turn heads and capture hearts. Let's open the bidding for this exclusive masterpiece at twelve million yen. Who will claim this ultimate symbol of luxury?" As the announcer ends, only a few buttons are pressed this time.

"Twelve million yen to bidder number thirty-eight! Does anybody wish to go higher?"

"Fifteen million yen to bidder number twenty!"

Once again, Endeavor presses his button, mumbling "Twenty million."

"Twenty million yen to bidder number fourteen!" As the house quiets, the announcer scans the crowd. "Twenty million yen going once' Twenty million yen going twice!"

A soft buzz sounds, your head snapping to its direction. It came from the booth right beside you.

"Twenty five million yen to bidder number fifteen!"

Endeavor presses his button once more, mumbling a headache-inducing "Thirty million."

"Thirty million yen to bidder number fourteen! Thirty million going once! Thirty million going twice! Sold! To bidder number fourteen!" The confusion is written across your face as you turn to your boss.

"A necklace, and now a furcoat? Sir if you wanna crossdress-"

He holds a finger up, effectively silencing you. You bite on your lower lip, huffing when you hear a knock to your right. The both of you turn to the sound.

"Who are those gifts for, Endeavor? Got a new lady friend?"

Hawks.

"Mind your own business." Endeavor grits out before returning his gaze to the stage.

You can't help but feel anxious about the other Hero's question.

Who are the gifts for?

Whenever her eyes twinkle, I can't help but press the button. It's like a magnet and my finger's made of metal. My eyes have been shifting to her everytime a new item is shown, and everytime I get a reaction of awe, my button is immediately pressed.

My secretary should be off-limits. If I were to ever make a move on her, it'd be as obvious as the sun and the backlash would be unforgiving. But my want for her seems to outweigh reason.

Fuck tha backlash. This woman is meant for me.

I can see it in the way she sees me.

When the auction ends, I offer my hand to her once again and we make our way to different offices meant for different bidders. Privacy is their utmost importance here, so I don't have to worry about other people looking at my woman.

"Good evening, Mr. Todoroki. This is your billing for tonight." The man hands a sheet of paper to Endeavor and you take a peek at it.

Two necklaces, a bracelet, a ring, a set of earrings, two more fur coats, a vase, and three porcelein statues of cats.

"Five-" Your eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets. "Five hundred million yen?! Sir, please excuse me, but you do not shit out money." You chastise, your brows knitting in worry.

"Stop yelling, I'm right beside you." Your boss huffs, pulling out a check. He scribbles the amount on it before his signature, sliding it towards the man behind the counter.

"Let's go, I'm tired." Endeavor turns around, walking towards the door. You run after him, struggling in your heels but eventually reach him.

"Oh! Mr. Todoroki! Shall we deliver the goods to your office or your home?" The man calls out.

Your boss stops in his tracks, craning his head to you.

"My assistant will write down her address for you. Deliver it there."

Your jaw falls, it's like your brain has disconnected from your body. "What? No! Just get it delivered to whoever you were gifting them to!"

Endeavor raises a brow, tilting his head to the side. "That's exactly what I'm doing." He says it as if you were an idiot.

"You- I'm sorry?"

"Apology accepted. Make sure you wear that necklace tomorrow night." He pushes the door open, walking down the marbled floors of the foyer.

"What's happening tomorrow night?" You ask, out of breath as you continue to struggle in your heels.

"We're going on a date."

And your heart does a backflip, lifting a middle finger up to the world. Fuck you all! I told you I wasn't delusional!

[click here to read endeavor having his way with you in the private booth]

[dexlexia]

doting wife - enji x reader

pairing: Enji “Endeavor” Todoroki x Reader rating: 18+ summary:  ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing bout a yukata decorated with flower and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away.  tags: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, smut, rough sex, doggy style, pregnancy kink, breeding kink

 ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you in something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing but a yukata decorated with flowers and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away.

You rubbed your lower back in annoyance, now in month six you were starting to feel the aches and pains of carrying a Todoroki child. You shuffled through the manor and peeked into rooms until you found your husband in the training room.

You were Enji Todoroki's first wife. Quirkless since birth but he didn't care. You would give him the children he desired. He once described your womb as a bare canvas so all the children you had would be more likely to develop a quirk like his than anything else. You took what he said as a compliment, you were giving Enji the family he always wanted. It was your job to be a doting wife and mother in the Todoroki home.

You peeked through the gap on the door and smiled when you saw him. At almost fifty, nothing really stopped him. He was still going strong, you knew for sure his swimmers were growing strong because it only took four months of marriage before you got a pink plus sign. You rubbed your swollen mound and felt a slight movement of your child. You gave a firm yet sweet pat before you opened the sliding doors of the room and went inside. 

Enji was lifting weights in the center of the room, the weights, just from the size of them, were heavy. Something a woman like you wouldn't be able to lift, especially not in this state. Yes, there were women heroes, but some women were simply meant to be loving wives. 

He looked up at you and put down the weights with a 'thud'. He was sweaty all over and even from a distance you could tell that his skin was hot. He looked at you like a prize, something he won. It didn't take much convincing from your family to let the much older, number one hero wed you. Even if you were wife number two, the amount of money that was left in the wake of him taking you away was more than enough to compensate. 

He placed a large hand on your swollen middle, “How is he doing?” His voice was gruff, you remembered the first time you heard it in person, it aroused you in a way. He rubbed your bump and leaned down to kiss you. His wedding ring gleamed in the sunlight that came through the windows.

  “He's doing well, a little achy on my hips but I'll survive. Everyone told me it wouldn't be easy, so I have to expect it.” You placed a hand on top of his and beamed up at him. 

  “Would you like for me to rub your back?” He asked, then reached behind you and put a hand on your lower back, he gently rubbed the skin as he guided you to a yoga mat near the corner of the room. 

He loved when you wore outfits like the one he put you in today. He found modern maternity clothes too restrictive, this gave you freedom and movement as you moved through the manor. He helped you down onto the mat where you attempted to sit cross-legged but your belly got in the way.

Maybe he should've taken a wife so small, but to be fair most women were small compared to him. But he believed that you were strong enough to carry his protege. The child that would beat All Might, unlike his other children who failed him. He reached around to your front and undid your yukata. He pulled it down your shoulders until your entire back was exposed. Then he took off your bra, you had complained about how weighty they had become, and he assured you that it came with pregnancy, after all you had to feel a Todoroki. No small feat for anyone. 

You sat there and felt the warmth of your husband's skin as he began to massage your sore back. You place your hands on your swollen mound and rub the area. You basked in the feeling of your husband. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted you to carry his children. He needed a strong, dedicated mother and wife. And in turn he'd make sure you never went without. Your role was to fill the manor and keep those mouths fed and happy. 

And after all that's what you wanted in life. A dedicated wife to Endeavor, make sure his legacy lives on after he retires. Create and birth the next number one hero. The thought made you smile as you felt movement in your belly. You felt content, his strong hands worked your tired muscles. Eventually his hands traveled to where your hands were and he began to rub gently at your stretched skin. He felt the movement of his son inside of you and started to kiss your neck. 

  “We shouldn't.” You whimpered as your fingers locked with his. You made a small noise as his top teeth grazed the soft skin of your neck. 

  “There's no one else here, dear. Just you and me.” His voice was low. He gripped you hands tightly, “And a wife is always ready for her husband.” He added before he pulled his hands away from yours and began to take the rest of the yukata off your body. Soon you were just left in black maternity underwear that ended below the belly. 

He tossed it to the side and began to massage your achy breasts. His calloused thumbs played with your hard nipples as you felt wetness grow between your legs, soaking your panties. 

  “You look amazing, my love.” He said. His lips grazed your ear, “As a proper woman should look.” His problem with his previous marriage was that he was too focused on quirks. What he wanted was a woman who idolized him like the sun. Someone younger, more traditional leaning. From there she'd raise great children, where one if not all will become great heroes. 

The grip on your breasts made you roll your hips a little bit, your heart rate was quickening as you felt the wetness dampen your panties. You probably looked like a big beached whale with that belly, but Enji adored you. And you in turn gave over everything to him. He'd always take care of you, you had nothing to worry your little head about. 

  “What do you say, my love. Let me take care of you even more.” He leaned you forward and you got on your hands and knees with your ass facing him. He stroked your under belly from between your legs, feeling the movement of the strong son you'll be giving in a few months time.

You moaned when he wrist grazed your sex over your underwear as he pulled his hand away. You felt him take off the black underwear and with your help got it off your thighs. Enji pulled away for a moment before he returned with a yoga ball to give you something to rest against while he pounded into you.

You relaxed yourself but kept steady so as to not roll away. Soon his large fingers were spreading your pussy lips. You clenched in anticipation but relaxed when he inserted the tip. You made a sharp noise and he rubbed your hip as he guided his length into you. 

  “How's that, my love?” He asked.

  “So good, Enji.” You whimpered as you felt the stretch of his cock inside of you. Soon his heavy length was seated inside of your sweet cunt. You were still tight like you were the first time you made love to him. Which was your first time ever with sex.

He started to move his hips quickly, your belly and breasts moved with every rough thrust. He loved his sex hard and fast, he loved watching his partners try to accommodate his size as quickly as possible. He liked when it hurt a little and their poor moans left their mouths as they tried to get him to slow down. When it came to sex, the first goal was procreation and after that it was a place to empty his balls after a tough day. 

And he believed his wife should always be ready, and you usually were. Wanting nothing more than to make love to him while he drilled his cock inside of you. You moved your body in time with him, the hard thrusts against a thin yoga mat while your sweaty body clung to the rubber of the yoga ball. 

Enji felt under you at your belly and rubbed the mound while using it as leverage to ram his cock inside of you. You voice pierced the air  as he continued to fuck you. Your  face laid pressed against the ball as he worked your body. You felt like such a sweet hole, a soft cunt for him to release his needs into. He grabbed your belly and groped it to feel what he put inside of you.

No other man will ever have a taste of your sweet sex. He was yours until you both died, you'll never want or need another man in your life. You would only belong to him for the rest of your days. You'd be the proud Todoroki mother he always craved. He could see you now with five, six, maybe seven kids. Enough to fill the empty home you both inhabit. 

Your noises were so sweet, he could tell your mouth was hung open as you tried to get as much air as possible.  You held on tightly to steady yourself against the wave of thrusts that Enji brought down on you. You swore he was hitting all the sweet spots, you'd like for him to slow down for the sake of the baby but once Enji got something in his head, you couldn't stop him. 

  "You're beautiful. My beautiful bred wife. With a cunt still as sweet as our wedding night." He groaned as he moved faster. The sounds of sex were louder in the room as he practically dominated you. The idea of you dominating was almost cute, you couldn't even tie your shoes now let alone be on top. You were better on your back or belly anyway. It gave Enji easy access to your sex. 

  “Thank you, Enji. I love you. I'm happy I married you every day. You make me a better woman every day.“ You lived in your idea of heaven as Enji thrusted away inside of you. You were happy with this life, when you saw your age going out in skimpy clothes you were happy for them, but you were more content with the round middle you sported and the cute traditional maternity clothes Enji picked out for you. 

Your belly continued to sway with the movements, soon you placed a hand on your rounded middle and moaned into the rubber. You felt your cunt clench around his cock. The feeling of pleasure coursed through your boy as you felt on the edge of orgasm. You moaned loudly and arched your back and your belly brushed further up against the yoga ball. 

  “Beautiful. And all mine.“ He responded as he grabbed your ass. He gave a quick swat and groaned over how you tightened once more. The sex was loud and rough, the sensation left you on the edge of your seat. 

 ”Please, Enji! AH!“ And with that you came around his cock, soaking it in your wetness. 

  ”That's it. That's my love. So good.“ He groaned as he continued to thrust his hips. His cock painfully hard inside of you. He too was about to cum . His pace became disorganized as he thrusted hard into you. He grit his teeth and felt his skin run hot as he thrusted into you one last time and finished inside of you.

You moaned into the ball and the thrusting stopped. The obscene sound was made when he pulled his cock out of your abused cock. With a string of cum connecting the two of you. With careful hands Enji got you onto your ass once more onto the mat.

He rubbed your belly and gazed at you, his cock hung soft between his legs. You panted widely as you came down from your high. The feeling was addictive. You looked at the time on the wall clock and quickly got up.

  ”Where are you going?“ He asked.

  ”It's time to make dinner. I need to feed you after all!” And stark naked, you waddled out of the room to go back to the kitchen. The sight made him smile as he followed you with your clothes. It was a sight to behold, his happy pregnant wife on her way to make him dinner. What a life. 

[saiyanmyname]

For absolutely no reason, thinking about Pirate Captain Enji dressed in his velvet, embroidered captains coat, who’s buttoned and buckled to the nines.

His motley crew have captured you and your ship. You, the most infamous Pirate Queen on the seven seas. You’ve been destroying his reputation as the toughest buccaneer that ever sailed the high seas and he couldn’t have that now could he?

Think I'm going to try to write something for this so watch this space!

[chaoticorganizedmess]

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fidus Achates

You had managed to get accepted to UA and you were ecstatic. Not just getting to attend the school, but you wouldn't be separated from your best friend since childhood. One day, he gives you news that changes everything. Will you really have to lose him forever?

Todoroki Enji x F. Reader

Warnings: Sexual content💋; Praising; Breeding kink; Fingering; Oral sex(Giving); Spanking, Barebacking, Creampie

• fidus Achates: latin; a faithful friend or devoted follower.

You have known Todoroki Enji your whole lives. Your parents being friends and socializing in the same circles. Many of those high society nights the two of you would be at one of your empty homes entertaining one another. No one would probably believe you about how great a friend Enji was.

He was caring and thoughtful, not to mention he was funny. Enji always did something to make you laugh or feel better; especially if it was to pick you up when you were down. He hated seeing you upset or sad in any way back then.

When the time came to get into UA you were so nervous. Enji assured you that you would both be attending together. "If you don't get in, then I'm not going.", you remember him stubbornly saying. Standing tall, arms folded. He wasn't as intimidating back then. Not yet, anyway. "You'll do no such thing, Todoroki Enji!", you command. Pointing your finger defiantly into his muscular chest.

Enji couldn't help but do nothing as the corner of his lips began to turn up into a grin. You were the one person who always stood up to him. Told him like it was. Whether he was acting wrong or wasn't thinking right. There was no fear of him with you. You kept him straight and he loved it. Soon he would find that he loved you more than he could ever imagine.

Enji indeed was accepted to UA first and did everything he could to entertain you while you awaited your own news. Whatever to keep you happy and looking up. He didn't know what he was going to do if the two of you had to stop attending the same school. You always did everything together.

Sure enough, you also got word that you were accepted into UA as well. That was an enormous relief for both of you. You remember that day vividly. Enji treated you to lunch at your favorite cafe to celebrate. When you finished, he walked you home as you guys took the scenic way. Your favorite route.

"Say it with me!" You incessantly tugged on his arm as you insisted he do as you ask. "Please Enjiiii?", you pleaded with him. Enji simply reacted by giving you the side eye. "You know I hate that stupid motto.", he grumbled. "Yeah, but that's our school now. We won't be separated after all!" Enji looked down at you, still tugging at his arm, and knew he made a mistake. You were already looking up at him with bright eyes and pouty lips. He knew he was done for.

"Fine...", he grumbled again. "Gooo beyond..," you started as you stared at him expectantly. Enji only sighed as he closed his eyes before responding with, "Plus Ultra." It wasn't loud or even very enthusiastic for that matter. He did it only

for you though, and you knew that. He always did. You giggled and pumped your fist in the air, "Woohoo!" Enji watched you with a growing smile as his heart swelled at the sound of your laughter. Just as it always had.

Enji felt better to continue making plans for the future together once the school year started. Of course you found yourselves in the same homeroom. That may have been influenced by your parents, and their wallets, but you didn't care. As long as you were with Enji. Everyone knew the two of you were a pair.

You shared the same dreams and goals for the future. Training to be the best, top-tier Heroes. Two of the elite. Wanting to start an agency together, as partners, after graduation. What the two of you didn't share with the other yet was your growing hopes of becoming more than just partners one day.

It seemed like the only logical step to come next in the evolution that was Enji and you. After all, wherever the one of you went, the other followed. You never knew your parents made wagers on when it would happen. So sure that it would eventually come to pass.

Needless to say, you'd experienced the highs and the lows in each of your lives together. Present for so many shared experiences. One always being there for the other's milestones, mistakes, achievements and failures. Each and every celebration and misfortune. Being there in support especially when one endured loss.

You remember that one fateful day clearly still. It was raining out and you were running late to meet Enji after being held up after class. You grabbed your umbrella and darted out of the building. When Enji wasn't waiting at the usual spot, your gut told you something was up.

That's when you heard it, the sirens. Your heart dropped right out of your chest and you just started running. You never even paused to open up the umbrella. Just let the rain wash over you as you ran down the road as fast as your feet would take you. It wasn't long before you saw a huge commotion just a short distance away.

Quite a large crowd was already gathered to observe the scene. Looking on as authorities and other medical help rushed towards whatever destruction had occurred. To help anyone they could, especially those in desperate need of it. Between the bad weather, the crowd and the rubble it was hard to make out exactly what had happened. Was it a villain attack? Wreckage from the elements that day?

You slowed your pace as you approached the scene to make your way into the crowd. Excusing yourself as you cut through and bypassed people. Once you saw a familiar head of red hair you finally let out some of the tension you were holding. Enji was standing at the front of the crowd, watching everything happen.

At this point you didn't care about being polite. Something told you that you just had to get to Enji. You pushed through and moments later you were next to him, gripping onto his strong arm. "Enji, are you alright?", you ask with your voice full of concern. He didn't seem to be. One look at your best friend and you could tell something was very, very wrong.

He didn't answer you, but simply stared ahead. His face was pale and his turquoise eyes were wide as dinner plates. Enji stood eerily still, tall and unmoving in place like a statue. He only had his school bag with him strapped to his back. No umbrella as he continued to be pelted by rain. You knew he could activate his quirk and heat himself, basically drying instantly, but that did little to reassure you.

"Enji?", you inquire again. Your voice quiet this time. You were internally panicking already. You've never seen him like this and it scared you. Finally you followed his line of sight to the horrible events unfolding in front of everyone. Two bodies were being taken away from the scene in body bags, one bigger and one smaller. It must be an adult and a child. Obvious that they didn't make it.

"What happened?", you ask as you turn back to him. When he still didn't answer you, frozen and watching the dead be carted off, you stood in front of him. Grabbing him by his shoulders in a tight grip. Shaking him as much as you could as he stood there in place, solid as a rock. "Enji!", you raise your voice as you finally got him to look at you.

"I asked what happened! Are you ok?" Your voice is softer now. Though his only response is to shake his head slowly; it made your heart squeeze in your chest. His gaze ended up back onto the dead bodies almost immediately. You followed his line of sight to see they were now being loaded up to be taken away. "How horrible.", you comment softly, "Do you know who they are?"

The next moment you will never forget as long as you live. "My father.", is Enji’s reply. You gasp, covering your mouth in shock and spin to face him again. "Oh Enji,", you say as you fall into him. Wrapping your arms around his middle. "I'm so, so sorry." You hug him tight, burying your face in his chest and try your damnedest to not let the tears fall.

Of course it was useless. You knew how much he loved and admired his father. Todoroki-san had always been one of your favorite people in your life as well. After a few long moments Enji wrapped his arms around you. Holding you tight and resting his face in the crook of your neck. You weren't sure if it was drops of rain or tears you started to feel then, but you didn't care.

It was a devastating loss, and a turning point for Enji. After that day, your best friend was different. You expected it to take a sort of toll on him, of course. He just lost his father. That was a big deal. However, the change in him concerned you. At the time, you felt that you just had to be there for him. To support him no matter what.

For Enji, it was no surprise that you were right there, and he was grateful. Though the change that started within him found Enji closing off to most of the world around the two of you. Often making it harder to articulate his appreciation, even with you doing so much for him.

Having him more introverted took some getting used to. He wasn't very outgoing with most other people to begin with, but he seemed to be getting quieter with you as well. You had always been the one exception for him in that regard. It was easy for you to accept at first, knowing firsthand everything that happened and what he endured. After time went on, you found yourself excusing it more and more.

Since he didn't discuss things with you like he used to, you could only assume the goals you two had set were still in effect. That he still wanted the same things, and that he still wanted you included in them. Enji hadn't said or done anything to make you think otherwise, at least.

One night the two of you were studying for final exams in his bedroom. It was during your last year in UA. Coming up on graduation that was swiftly approaching quicker by the day. "I'm changing my Hero name.", Enji states as he continues writing. He doesn't look up, doesn't stop moving his pen. "Huh?", you question, slightly taken aback. He had already picked his Hero name early on. The same day you did. The two kind of went together, hand in hand, as well. Strong Hero names by themselves, but clever enough to be linked with the other.

You found it slightly odd for him to change it now. Out of nowhere. With how close it was to graduation and with such little time left. You looked over at him but he simply continued on with his work. "Well...what did you pick?" You didn't need him to explain why he decided to change it and never asked. Knowing him so well meant you knew part of the reason was because of his father's death.

Enji made no move to acknowledge you. He almost looked like he never even heard you, but you know he did. Finally, after a few moments, he just cleared his throat and answered with 'Endeavor'. You smiled at him despite not having his full attention. You actually really liked it. "That's a great one!", you reply cheerfully.

The sound of happiness in your voice caught his attention and he finally looked over at you. The sparkle in your eye and pride written on your face made his heart flutter. He realized it was in a way he had nearly forgotten about. Something he could kick himself over. He couldn't help by smile back, looking over every inch of your beautiful face to commit it to memory.

When he couldn't handle it any longer he went back to his schoolwork. His heart still skipping a beat over you it seemed. He gave a short and quick explanation on why that's what it would be from now on. Not that he had to. You had already guessed in your head and apparently hit the nail on the head.

Things seemed to be back to normal between you for now. More than it had been lately and after too much time had gone by for your liking. While the interaction made you feel lighter, it didn't do the same for Enji. Not like he wished it had. He may have explained his new Hero name, but had yet to come clean about other changes he was going to make about his plans for the future.

Finally, that special day had come: graduation. Enji and you were top of your class. You being slightly below him, of course. The ceremony was wonderful, making the whole day amazing. That night your classmates and you went out to dinner and a night on the town. Enji declined his invitation to join, but assured you he had something planned for just the two of you.

It was surreal to have finally completed your schooling and thrust into adulthood. The day you received your Hero license you must have pulled it out just to look at it "one more time" a million times. Enji had already gotten his, which had disappointed you. Getting them together was one of the dreams you shared. You simply did your best to shrug it off.

Enji had been keeping busy. He was already finding himself in action...alot. You'd catch any footage you could of him whenever it aired. Some days nearly glued to the television. Endeavor was even climbing the Hero charts already. It was much harder to get ahold of him anymore, let alone just see him. One day when you were finally able to reach him on the phone, he couldn't even speak long because of dealing with something to do with "agency development".

You remember feeling something unpleasant that was hard to describe. The two of you were supposed to start an agency together, right? Partners? That was always the plan. The dream you two shared. When he heard you reply with a sullen "Oh." it twisted his guts, entangling his heart along with it. He never, ever wanted to hurt you, but unfortunately things were different now. He knew that and you didn't really, and that was his doing. That was all his fault and he knew it.

Before Enji could let you excuse yourself and disconnect the call he had to make a move. He apologized for being so distant and not making time for you lately. He asked for your forgiveness for things being so crazy with him right now and hoped that you understood. Something he said because he knew you well enough to know you'd let it slide.

Everything he said was very sweet, even if he did have a more formal tone to him now. You were used to it by now, though. Just when you didn't think it could get better, Enji invited you over to his mother's house for dinner in your honor. Just the two of you. The house would be empty since his mother found herself traveling various places abroad in the years since becoming a widow.

You found yourself perking up at the exclusive invitation. One just for you. He was really going to have a dinner date with you? Would this finally be your chance to come clean about your feelings? Would he feel the same or should you just keep them to yourself as you have for years now?

You decided no matter what, you'd simply let the night play out. You'd make the most of the dinner since things had been so hectic lately. You missed Enji, a lot. A whole lot. You happily agreed and noted the time and date he specified. He stated that he would even pick you up.

You were ecstatic when you hung up. Counting down the days, hours and minutes did little to quell your excitement. There was little left to chance as you prepared for the occasion. It was a date, right? It must be. You picked out the perfect outfit and when the day finally came you were so excited for dinner that you could barely eat throughout the day.

That night you watched a car pull up as you peaked through your curtains. You didn't even see him get out as you ran from the window to a nearby mirror to triple check your appearance. You couldn't believe how nervous you were. Moments later, the doorbell rang. You sprinted over and slipped your shoes on before pulling the front door open. As it swung fully open your smile drops, "Who are you?"

A man with a mustache stood before you. He seemed to carry himself properly and also seemed offended at your question. "Rude girl. Is that how to answer the door with a guest behind it??" You were caught offguard and couldn't find the words to answer right away. "Pahh. Now you say nothing?", he scoffed before bowing. "I'm Kurumada Untenmaru, your driver here to pick you up this evening." He straightens up and turns to walk back to the car.

You stand in your doorway dumbfounded for a few moments. Enji didn't even come to pick you up himself? Maybe this was a treat for you? As part of his special evening. You push your worries aside and close your door, locking it up before heading down to the waiting car.

The driver opens the back door and you climb inside. The ride is quiet. Neither you nor the strange man go out of your way to make conversation. Before long you're pulling up to the familiar estate that belongs to the Todoroki family. You take in the scenery of the grounds as you exit when the driver opens the door for you once again.

It looks the same, largely unchanged since it was Enji’s mother who decorated it, after all. Sometimes even with the help of your own mother. It made sense, considering she was the one who still lived there. You gave her so much credit to do so alone. Carrying on after her husband, Enji’s father, tragically passed.

You make your way to the front door. Stopping to smooth out your dress and your hair. You clear your throat and raise your arm to press the doorbell, but don't get to do so when the door swings open. You're startled and jump slightly, but flash a wide smile as you recognize that it's Enji standing before you.

He looks handsome as ever. He's always been larger than life to you, but his hulking presence still takes up most of the doorframe. He's in a dark suit, with a black tie that has flames shown peaking up from the bottom. You're not only happy that it looks good on him, but thankful he's wearing it. Given the fact that it was a gift from you that you had sent him after he started his agency.

When he greets you and says your name you feel a warmth in my chest. A feeling that you’ve never felt before regarding Enji. It’s like a fire, burning deep within. You can’t help but smile; you also wonder why it took so long to feel like this with him.

Enji welcomes you inside and takes your coat. You gently kick off your heels, placing them side by side near the door. Your best friend leads you through the large residence to the dining room. It's really out courtesy, since this place you know like the back of your hand. Most of your life you've been coming around here, spending countless hours with Enji. Both at his home and at yours.

When you enter, the room looks incredible. The lights are dimmed with many candles lit, seemingly to set the mood. The meals are already prepared and plated and looking absolutely delicious. Waiting in their appointed spots at each end of the table. The beautiful, and expensive, dishware and cutlery are in place. Everything looks more amazing than you could imagine.

Enji places his hand softly on the small of your back and gently guides you over to the table. To where you'll be sitting across from him. He pulls out your chair and helps you sit before pushing you in. Enji asks if you'd like some wine and you thank him.

He goes to retrieve the bottle and when he returns you recognize that it just so happens to be your favorite. As he pours your glass, he explains that not only is his mother gone but that he's dismissed the help for the night as well. That makes you feel both relieved and anxious at the same time.

When Enji takes his seat, he compliments your dress and tells you how breathtaking you look. You nearly choke on the wine your drinking, but quickly gain your composure. "You look quite handsome tonight as well, Enji.", you respond. These a teasing tone to you, but no mistaking the sincerity in your voice. You swear you see Enji blush.

"Let's eat.", he simply states as you both place a cloth napkin over your laps. "Yes, let's!", you reply happily as you both begin. You make small talk. Asking Enji about how things have been going with his new agency and his brand new Hero career. You listen intently as he explains how things have developing.

When he asks about what's new in your life, you don't have as much to talk about as he does. Certainly not as many exciting things to say as he did. You both then start to reminisce about memories and experiences the two of you have shared. The discussion continued effortlessly, as it always had between you.

"It’s been a long journey, hasn’t it?", you comment and you're certainly not wrong. A lifetime of friendship, through thick and thin. Now new chapters in your lives are about to begin. You’ve been through so much together, and now were confident you were about to embark on new adventures. Side by side as it always had been with you two.

“I’m so proud of you, Enji.”, you say, voice full of emotion. He looks up at you, turquoise eyes softening. He quickly swallows his food and shows you a small smile. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”, he replies. “You’ve always been there for me, through all the ups and downs. I’ve been so lucky to have you in my life."

He takes a deep breath and when he releases it, it almost sounds like a sigh. "It's important for me that you know that, and I hope you always remember it.” You feel your heart flutter. You realize you’ve always had feelings for Enji, but never knew how to express them. Perhaps that's why you didn't feel the true meaning or weight of his words at the time until later.

Dinner continues in a comfortable silence for a while. You keep replaying his words in your head; it only reaffirms your choice to confess. You dab the corners of your mouth with your cloth napkin. "Enji," you begin with a slightly shaky breath, "I've always told you everything. There's never been secrets between us, but I haven't been totally honest with you."

You clear your throat and silently pray for the will to say everything you wanted to. Everything you needed to. "I was too scared, but now, as we stand on the precipice of a new beginning, I can’t help but feel like this is the perfect time to tell you the truth." You take a deep breath, "Enji, there's something I want- no, something I need to tell you."

Enji straightens his posture and sets down his silverware; he does the same as you with his own napkin. His gaze never leaves yours, which only serves to make you more nervous. He nods, telling you to go on. His face seems as if lacking expression or interest, but you can see the quizzical gleam in his eyes.

Mustering up all my courage you have, you finally spit it out. “I’ve always loved you, Enji. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember..a-and I can’t keep it inside anymore.” Your eyes widen in shock, surprised you actually went through with it.

You somehow feel both lighter and weighed down at the same time. Able to come clean and scared about his reaction. His own eyes widen at your words, but then a small smile spreads across his face. “I love you, too.”, he replies. “I’ve loved you for so long, but I was too much of a coward to tell you.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t believe what you're hearing. Even if it is exactly what you wanted to hear. What you feel like you've waited your whole life to hear despite not knowing it. You hoped to hear those words, and now that they’re finally here, you feel like you're on cloud nine.

“Come here.”, Enji instructs as he pushes his chair out. You do as you're told and hop up from your chair and hurry over to him. When you come together he pulls you into a tight embrace. “I’ve waited so long for this moment.”, you say with glistening eyes.

You stand there, holding each other. Your hearts beating in sync. Enji pulls back to carress your face in his large hands. It's then, without warning, he leans in and kisses you. It’s a soft, gentle kiss, but it’s filled with so much passion and emotion. His mouth is warmer than you thought, but it's not unexpected for you. It does make you feel like you're going to melt.

“I want you.”, he whispers in between impassioned kisses. His voice husky with desire. “I want you so badly.” You gasp as you feel his hands start to slide along your body, slowly inching their way up and down. The heated kissing continues for a few long moments before you both stop for air. Panting as you both try to catch your breath.

Enji’s eyes darken with desire as he takes in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you.” You hesitate for a moment, but the look in his eyes tells you that he’s not going to take no for an answer. You turn your back toward Enji and he undoes the zipper of your dress, letting it pool at your feet.

Turquoise eyes widen as he takes in your bare skin. Moving over every inch as you turn back to face him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” You feel a surge of confidence as he compliments you, and you reach up to undo the clasp of your bra. You let it fall to the floor, exposing your chest to Enji’s gaze.

He steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to cup your breasts. “These are perfect. I’ve dreamed about touching them for years.” You moan as he rolls your nipples with his thumbs, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, and you can’t help but grind against Enji’s body.

Not wanting to waste time, Enji scoops you up in his strong arms. Carrying you upstairs to his room. He rests you on the bed and you move to sit on the edge. Reaching for him you immediately start to help him undress. He chuckles darkly, but helps you nonetheless.

Once he's standing naked before you his form makes your eyes go wide. He's built like an Greek God, with a large member to match. You can only think it looks sturdy and large like him, and wonder if it will even fit. As always, Enji seems to read your mind. "Don't worry.", he says softly reassuring your thoughts. "We can go slow. I'll make sure you feel wonderful."

Your heart soars and you can't seem to control yourself any longer. You take his length in your hand and gently stroke him before wrapping your lips around as much of him as possible. When you hear him suck in a breath through his teeth and let out a groan your confidence only builds.

For a few mintues you suck him off. That is until Enji holds you still and commands you to stop. "Is it bad?", you're quick to ask. Enji smiles fondly at you before kissing you. "Not at all. As a matter of fact, I would have finished if you continued." Relief washes over you when you hear him sing your praises.

You knew the time had come. You couldn't wait any longer and slowly crawled backward on his bedsheet and spread yourself out for him. Legs parting wide and welcoming. Your fingers slowly make their way down and you begin swirling them around your clit. While you moan and beg for Enji all he can do is stare for a few long moments. Captivated by your performance.

"Fuck me, Enji. Please. I'm begging you.", you plead breathlessly. He snaps out of it and climbs over you. "Don't worry, my love. You'll be begging for me all night." His smile is both dark and sensual. Promising a night you'll never forget. Enji feels the pooling wetness you've accumulated and pumps one finger into you and then two; before you know it there's three of his large digits inside you and you've cum all over them time and time again.

Once he thinks that you're prepped enough and ready to take him he leans fully over you. Dwarfing your body with his. You're still catching your breath when he lines his tip up with your hole and begins slowly fucking it into you. He quiets your cries with sushes and kisses. "It's alright. I've got you. You're taking me so well. You're almost full.", he praises.

He's not wrong either. It's both pleasure and pain and before you know it he's inside your pussy and kissing your cervix. He allows you a moment to adjust to his size, but it's important that you should know Enji can now be selfish sometimes. What better time to demonstrate like the present.

Enji doesn't want to hurt you, but he knows he can't help it. Not now that he's inside you. Now that he's seen you fall apart on his fingers alone. Now that he's heard your cries of ecstacy and has to hear more. He begins a slow pace in and out of you. However, it's getting harder to do any more favors.

Soon he's pounding away on top of you and your screaming in pleasure. Sure, it also hurt for a bit. It was your first time after all, but you knew you were saving yourself for Enji. At least in hopes that it would be Enji. Now here you were. Getting fucked by your best friend and the love of your life.

After you came some more he flipped you over and pounded your pussy from behind. He had you in varying positions that night. It was also his first time, and he never imagined it could be this good. He had fucked his fist to the thought of you many times over the years to be honest. The real thing paled in comparison, though.

You lost track of how many orgasms you had that night. How many times he had filled you up. The thought kept you going and now that you had started you didn't want to stop any time soon. During your last time, you spoke your thoughts. This time you were riding him and seeing he was ready to cum again gave you a new wave of confidence. "Cum, Enji. Fill me up again. Give me all of your seed until there's nothing left! Fuck-!!"

You could swear the look on Enji’s face changed to something you couldn't place. You didn't have time to try and put your finger on it, however. You were already throwing your head back as you came. Enji couldn't last with you clamping down on him like that.

Enji gripped your hips and held you down against him. It was like a reflex. In the moment he really did want to fill you up. Make you so full you didn't remember what it was like not having any of him inside you. In the moment he really did want to flood you with his seed so that it was guaranteed that you'd swell with his offspring.

He really did want that, but only in the moment.

When you two finally finished for the night you collapsed onto the bed next to him. Both of you breathing heavy from all your exertion. You looked over at Enji, a lazy smile draped over your face, but he wasn't looking. His chest rose and fell like yours, but he was staring at the ceiling.

You remembered the look on his face at the end. The glimpse you caught of it. Why couldn't you pin point what made you uncomfortable about it? The longer you looked to him he seemed almost melancholy. "Are you ok?", you inquire softly with what breath you've been able to collect.

He finally looks at you. It makes your heart speed up, but not in the good way it had earlier. It was like he no longer looked at you with warm eyes that had his fire behind them. Now they were colder, much like he had grown to become. You hardly recognized him like this. Like there was no warmth to him at all.

Finally Enji sighs and sits up. Swinging his legs to the side, he sits with his back to you. It's a few moments before you sit up as well. Pulling the sheets around you as if finding what comfort in that you can. "Enji, talk to me.", you insist. His silence is driving you crazy. Unfortunately when he starts talking, you find that you wish he had never started and kept quiet.

"I'm getting married.", he finally says. You're instantly taken aback. You hope with every fiber in you're being you heard wrong, but there's no way. He was getting married. There was no 'will you' or 'we are'. It was him. He was getting married, but not to you. "W-what?", is all you can breathe out.

He sighs again but still doesn't look back at you. "I met her this morning. It's a quirk marriage. She has an ice quirk. I arranged it so that our chi-." You let him begin to explain but soon find that you can't listen any more. "Quirk marriages are illegal, Enji.", you spit.

"I'm aware." That's all he says in defiance. You can hardly believe your ears. "I can't believe you." You want to say more but can feel the tears start to swell. You know your voice will break and you don't want that. "Who?", is all you can ask in a whisper. "Himura Rei.", he says and you scoff.

Not really against Rei. You've met her years ago. Her family was one of the most important clans of Japan. That was long ago, and you were aware that they had lost some of their standing in society. Were they really that hard up that they'd sell one of their own to Enji? Someone important to them like Rei? You wondered if his own mother knew of this.

"She's lovely.", Enji states and you assume it's in defense of her after hearing you scoff. "I know.", you reply defiantly. You remember when you met her at a society function when you were young. Her white hair and grey eyes. She was soft spoken and well-mannered. Too nice for what Enji had now become, you thought.

"She's too good for you.", is all you can think to say. Certainly meaning for it to be a shot at Enji. Now it's his turn to be taken aback. Though before he can respond you're throwing the blankets off of you and shooting out of bed. Not caring that you're naked and bare to the world, or to Enji still for that matter.

You're stomping out of the room as you're now former best friend calls out to you. "Where are you going?", he demands to know without really demonstrating any urgency. "I'm leaving!", you call back as you gather your clothes. You find yourself standing in the dining room and redressing where your clothes had originally been left.

You can't believe this is how things turned out. You had just given yourself fully to Enji. After giving years to this "friendship", your whole life to be exact, you had now given him your body, soul and heart. He led you to believe he was keeping them but in reality only taking them briefly.

The tears were flowing now. You both have shared dreams, goals and so much more over the years. Now his plans only concern him and you are left out. You're crushed at realizing he not only doesn't want you by his side, but plans to take a wife soon and start a family quite quickly.

There seems to be no room in his life for you moving forward. You're both disappointed and heartbroken. Disappointed that he'd resort to an illegal "quirk marriage" and seems to have no qualms casting you aside to make his way to the top. Heartbroken that he's chosen a woman he doesn't even know or had ever even met, over you, who's always been there for him.

You don't know if Enji feels the same. It feels like you finally don't know him at all. You feel as though you never meant anything to him, or else how could he even consider going through with these plans. It feels as though he lied or never truly wanted the plans you two wanted to achieve together.

How could he really love you or feel the same way as you do. How could he ever have. You contemplate maybe it wasn't the same for him like it was for you. Did he ever love you? Want to achieve those goals together? Was it all lies and he's only ever thought of himself or was it true for a time until he changed for the worse? It's hard to walk away, but you decide it's what you must do. Do it before the time comes for him to cast you aside and hurt you even worse.

Enji sat there, stewing in his own regrets. He truly didn't want to hurt you. His flames would shut down his organs eventually. He wanted his children to be stronger than him. Joining someone with an ice quirk could give him those children.

Not only that, but there was a japanese Hero making a name for himself in America. He could be the best, but that's the only way he saw the top spots held for years to come. Held by him and his children. His legacy.

Was he really throwing you away for that chance, though? He loved you and he knew that. How could he hurt you so much? You meant the world to him. Finally he wasn't able to sit there any longer. He wanted to give you space but he had to go after you. He threw on a bathrobe amd sprinted downstairs. However you were nowhere to be found.

Enji quickly worked his way through the rooms to the opened front door. He stopped when he saw a figure standing there. "Sir! Inappropriate attire to address someone with!" He cared little about the words hia driver spoke and looked past him, desperate to spot you.

Kurumada sighs and drops his head. Knowing who Enji is looking for. "She's gone.", is all he says. Enji finally stops his frantic search and freezes at his words. Kurumada knows what he's going to ask and answers before he can. "I tried to insist on giving her a ride and she was just as insistent that she disperses from the area. Said she had called for another ride already. Found it quite stubborn of her actually, but the miss seemed rather upset."

Enji’s heart sank. He tried calling you all night and into the next day. For days and weeks to come. He came by your place and even wrote to you. Nothing worked in his favor. He had lost you, the best thing in his life, and he deserved to. Just as you didn't deserve his treatment of you. He couldn't believe himself. Couldn't believe what he did to you.

He lost his best friend and probably his true love. He would do everything differently if given the chance. He'd rather you be in his life than not at all. You don't know its Enji’s biggest regret for a long time. That is until he starts making more mistakes and ends up building a laundry list of regrets.

A curious thing happens. One day while you're out running errands, you feel strange. You can't quite put your finger on it. The only word to describe it best is that it feels...disturbing. It felt as if you were being watched or even followed. Not wanting to keep feeling it, you cut your outing short and head home.

When you still can't shake the feeling you had earlier, or can't quite relax even after being home for a while, you figure you’ll try and keep yourself busy. Anything to have your mind occupied and not go back to thinking about it. You clean the kitchen, tidy up the house and finish some laundry.

After a while your chores help and it seemed to be just the trick. You sit down to read and as soon as you settle into the couch your house phone rings. Sighing, you stand back up and make your way over to where it hangs on the wall. "Hello?", you greet but get no response right away. "Hello?" Still nothing, though it sounds like someone is there anyhow. You swear you can hear soft breathing, but aren't sure if your mind is playing tricks. "Is anybody there?", you ask a little forcefully and sure enough you were correct.

Someone was indeed on the other line and you immediately tense up as you hear your full name when they ask if that's who answered the phone. "Y-yes.", you reply figuring there's most likely no use in lying to the mystery caller. "The very woman who used to be 'best friends' with Todoroki Enji years ago?... Endeavor himself?" The unknown man chuckles darkly before he finishes, "Is that who I'm talkin' to, Doll?"

Your blood turns to ice and every tiny hair on your body raises up. The way he said 'best friends' made your stomach turn. As if he knew something that you had tried to bury and pray never came to light. "Who is this? Tell me.", you demand. You try to remain calm, but you're positive you don't recognize the rough voice on the other end.

He doesn't give you the chance to figure it out either. You hear some more quiet laughter before hearing the click of the line going dead. The man had hung up without revealing who he was or why he was calling. You hang the phone back up but then jump when you suddenly hear your text notification sound off.

You look over to the coffee table, where your cellphone sits with it's screen lit up. It takes you a moment to be able to move from your spot. As if you were frozen in place with fear for some reason. You slowly pad your way over and reach down and grab it.

When you pick it up your eyes widen. You see that it's an 'Unknown Number' and see that there's no saved contact information. That only serves to rattle you further. You don't want to, but know you have to open the text and read the message. When you do your hand shoots up and covers your mouth as you gasp. You feel shocked, scared, frustrated and many other emotions all at once when you see it.

Unknown: What's done in the dark will be brought into the light. The past never dies.

That night you couldn't sleep. There was no way you were ever going to be able to. The events of the day weighed heavily on your mind. You recalled your outing early in the day and remembered the phone call later on. You had a million thoughts and questions running through your head.

Who was it that reached out to you? What is it they wanted? What did they know? What did they want from you? Were you being watched or followed after all? Was it the caller that was doing it? Was this just a sick prank or something more dangerous? Is there anyone else than just him involved in this? Were you and anyone else in danger?

You felt as though you knew the answer, but were too afraid to actually voice it. Even silently in your head. As you lay there in bed staring at your bedroom ceiling, you make a choice about what you wanted to do. You weren't sure about what next step you should take. However, you felt like there was one person you should turn to. Whether you liked it or not. After all, he seemed to be the focus of that mysterious phone call.

You had avoided seeing him or even talking to him in any way over the years. Though there were times you felt you should have. He had just hurt you so incredibly. You two had always been able to work things out before; you never, ever wanted bad blood between you. However, after that night you felt as though there was no turning back. Did he ever even think of you over time?

You decided that you'd wake up early the next day. Thought about what you were going to wear and picked it out in your mind. Would you even be able to eat breakfast or be too nervous? That would certainly give you an even earlier start.

You now had new worries to dwell on about tomorrow. Finally, after everything had left you mentally and physically exhausted, you closed your eyes and prayed for sleep to overcome you.

As it got further into the fall season, the chill in the air finally caught up. You were able to wear a peacoat over your red blouse and black pencil skirt. Your life hasn't exactly been a cakewalk since the last time you were in Enji’s presence. Though you can admit time hasn't been all that bad to you.

Quite often you're told how good you look for your age. Even getting complimented regularly on your beauty. That still doesn't quell the nerves flickering in your chest or stop the anxiety weighing on your shoulders. How was he going to react seeing you? Would he even allow you some time to speak with him?

It was obvious he was an extremely busy man. Now the number one Hero in Japan, in fact. A successful and flourishing career with his agency having grown rapidly in size. Now he had numerous employees working for him, as well as his own team of Sidekicks.

You figured it's not like this was some frivolous meeting you wished to have with him. It was only business and out of concern due to recent developments. His schedule wasn't too hard to pin down. The cameras were quick to jump on a Hero's appearance in public, whether it be for television, magazines or for websites.

Endeavor seemed to remain at his agency for a large portion of the morning, unless there were a villain attack or some catastrophe that needed him. So now you stood outside of Endeavor Agency. Arms crossed in front of you as you eyed up the front of the large building.

You take a deep breath as you reach for one of the door handles and swing it open. So now here you were. Standing in the lobby of his agency that somehow seemed even more huge once inside. It was as intimidating as you imagined it would be.

After looking around a bit you finally catch sight of familiar green hair. That had to be his main Sidekick: Burnin. From what you knew she seemed to be his right hand; even as you still harbored feelings of resentment you hoped perhaps she provided a sense of loyalty and friendship for him. Even if she did work for him and was paid for it.

You make your way over and it's as though she can sense you coming her way before you even get close. She glances up from whatever she was writing at her desk and smiles brightly at you. "Hello! Can I help ya?", she inquires cheerfully. A little too energized for how early it is.

Clearing your throat you answer her as articulate as you can now that you're nerves are going crazy. "Yes, hello. I, uh, was hoping to meet with Endeavor. Would I be able to see him?" She nods her head and grabs a pencil to mark it down. "When were ya thinkin'?", she asks as she holds it to a clear spot on a piece of paper. She doesn't look up at you as she continues talking. "I can check the earliest time around then and try and get ya in."

"Uh, now?" That answer makes her finally look up. Her eyes shooting up to look over your face to see if you were serious. She must have thought you were crazy, and you started wondering if you were. This was Endeavor after all. He was too important to let the likes of you just wander into his office to have a chat.

It takes her a moment to determine that you were indeed being serious. She actually seems to be at a loss for words for a second. You shift in place, growing more and more self-conscious under her gaze. Finally she decides to proceed by asking your name and taking it from there. When you give it to her, an odd look flashes across her face. It's as if she recognized your name somehow, though you can't help but think why she would at all.

It's a curious reaction, for sure. It only gets more peculiar when she drops her pencil and her demeanor seems to grow hectic. "Stay here. Please.", she insists but spins around and dashes away before you can agree. You've come this far, so it's not like you were going to run away now.

You see her rush over to an extremely large set of doors and knock before pushing one open and leaning inside. The only thing you can think of is that it must be Enji’s office. Even with heels on you try and stand tippy-toed as much as you can in an attempt to see around her.

You can hear the booming voice of someone inside, and you can only assume that it's Enji. Everything suddenly goes silent beyond the doors before Burnin pops back out. "He'll see you.", she says with a big smile. "Really??", you reply in shock. "I-I mean, thank you."

She giggles and steps aside for you to enter. The thing is that you come to find that you can't move a muscle. Fear overtakes you and your knees feel as though they're about to buckle. You stare straight ahead as you wring your hands out of nervousness. Squeezing them so much you feel like you could almost break them.

Burnin sees your unmoving form and tries to reasure you. "Its okay. He said to go inside." If only it were that easy. She seems to pick up on your anxiety and walks over to you. She rests her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. It effectively breaks up your inner turmoil as you turn your head to look at her.

"Don't worry. He won't bite. Boss isn't as scary as he seems." If only she knew the truth. You never had to fear Enji hurting you physically, but so much has happened. Then again, you never expected him to hurt you like he had before. Would he be able to hurt you physically after all?

You realize you're only wasting time. If you left now there's no hiding the fact that you were here in the first place. Not to mention someone out there knows about Enji being a staple of your life before. Maybe he could help protect you and your loved one.

As you stand there with Burnin she helps you with some breathing exercises. "Deep breath in.", she instructs gently and you comply. She has you do it a few times and you find that it grounds you. Much more than you were a few mintues ago. You can't thank her enough.

You nod, letting her know that you're good now and turn to make your way into Endeavor's office. You have to force yourself to take every single step. You look back at Burnin and she quickly holds a 'thumbs up' your way. You mouth 'thank you' and close your eyes to take a deep breath before stepping inside.

So here you are. Standing in Enji’s giant office. The giant man himself is standing up behind his desk. You feel his eyes burning into you and it makes you feel small under his gaze. Suddenly the door is pulled shut behind you. The nerves make you giggle slightly in amusement at how jumpy you are right now.

Finally you sigh and look at Enji. He's still staring at you expectantly, so you move forward. "So..hi.", you comment before you start giggling again. As you approach him your laughter only increases. "S-sorry, I-I don' know what's come over me-he-he." You see Enji shake his head with a small smile at your antics.

"Don't apologize.", he finally says. "You always laughed whenever you were nervous." You hear him sigh. "I've missed it." You can't take the fond look in his eye and resort to looking around his office. "This place is beautiful." As you talk, in your periphery you see Enji move out from behind his desk. "Congratulations on becoming number one, by the way."

Suddenly Enji is right beside you and you can't bring yourself to look over. He's so close you can smell the cologne he's been wearing since he was a young man. It makes you feel more melancholy. "You can’t look at me, can you?", he asks reluctantly. Sighing, you close your eyes and turn to him before forcing them back open.

The first thing you notice is the new, large scar over his left eye and down the front of his face. "Oh Enji," you coo as you reach a hand up and caress it. "Does it hurt?" He shakes his head in response, but not hard enough to shake your hand away. He reaches his much larger hand up and holds it over yours. Relishing in your touch he's missed for so long.

"I'm sorry, I-I wanted to reach out to you for so long." You feel the wetness welling up in your eyes and try your damnedest not to let them fall. To show him no tears. "Especially when you lost your son, then your wife going away. I'm so sorry. I should have and I'm so ashamed."

Now Enji caresses your own face with his other hand. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I truly appreciate the sentiment, but I really messed things up between us. I stopped deserving your love and support long ago."

He takes his thumb and softly strokes your skin. "I thought about you every day of my life since I parted from you." It's then you decide to lay a piece of information on him that you kept to yourself, under 'proverbial lock and key'. Something he may not deserve to know, but really should before you lose the guts to.

"Enji, there's something you should know." Endeavor quietly shushes you, "There's something you should know too." Now both of his larger hands are cupping your face so delicately. "I'm so sorry I hurt you so badly. I let you down and it was something I never thought I could do to you of all people. Never should I have. Lately, I've come to terms with many of my failures, especially as a father."

The last part feels like a knife in the gut, for many reasons. "I've made so many mistakes; what I did to you is still something that breaks my heart. It continues to add what weighs on me, just as it always has." The tears are falling now as you sniffle a bit. He wipes away the tracks of your tears before going back to holding your face in his hands.

"I need you to know: I really did love you then, and still do even after all these years." You look up at him with drops stuck along your lashes. "Really? You do?" He nods before gently running one of his thumbs over your plump bottom lip. "You're still so incredibly beautiful." His words make your heart swell, while his action make you begin to pool wetness down in your panties.

It's clear to both of you the chemistry between you is still very much there; so is the sexual tension. He never stopped loving you after all. "Let me show you how much I still love you.", he comments before the two of you lock lips in a heated kiss. After a few moments he begins leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. "Let me show you how much I've missed you.", he whispers before softly sucking on your earlobe, then kissing down your neck and along your collarbone.

You're so turned on you cant help but gyrate your hips forward. Grinding into him showing how much you need him. Need release because of him. It doesn't help when you feel the protruding outline of his massive cock only held back by his slacks.

"Show me.", you demand in a shaky breath as you reach down and begin to fumble with his belt. Of course not getting it undone and off fast enough for your liking. He lets out a chuckle and helps you. When his cock springs forth you can hardly believe. It somehow looks the same but seems bigger.

You drop to your knees and do just as you had the night you spent together. You hear him hiss in satisfaction and it only spurs you on. You remember him stopping you before because it was good and wondering if he would again. You even considered stopping by yourself and edging him in punishment.

However you were confident that you wanted him too badly to stop. You sucked him almost to completion and found that he does stop you before he can. You watch as he holds you away and catches his breath. His eyes already dark with lust fall to you and he gently pulls you to your feet.

Reaching down he pulls your skirt up. Rubbing up your ass cheeks after the fabric. He kisses you passionately before he pulls back and say "Bend over my desk." You bite your bottom lip and slowly comply. Enji finds it so hot he could explode right there.

You bend over and push your ass out. When his hand connects with a gentle swat you let out a playful yelp. "That is for keeping this pretty pussy from me.", he says. This has you so wet you can hardly stand it. Another swat. "That, is for denying me your pussy for so long." You're growing even wetter.

Another swat. This one a tad harder but you find little complaint. "That, is to let you know who you belong to." You can't help the wanton moan that escapes you. "Fuck me, Enji. Please! I need you so bad." Enji can't help but smile behind you.

His fingers go right to your pussy. Feeling all your glorious wetness. "Yes you do, don't you? Such a bad girl. Would you like to be a good girl for me?" He gently takes you by the throat and brings you back against his hard chest. "Yes, I do!" Enji chuckles before telling you to, "Beg...again."

You moan once more before complying. "Oh Enji. Please fuck me right now. I need you inside me. I need your cock. Fuck me. Please, please, please!" Enji grunts in response. Feral and wanting. Your surprised by the sound of items falling from his desk before he spins you around and lifts you off your feet. Planting you on his desk.

"Don't worry. I'm make sure my sweet girl isn't so needy anymore." As he words leave him he's already bullying his cock into your hole. You feel like you're about to cum already. Enji keeps a brutal pace while still hitting you sensitively. Not wanting to hurt you. He does indeed make his point with you on top of his large, expensive desk.

He just couldn't control himself when he saw you again. It probably wasn't wise to dive right into your cunt the first time he meets up with you again, especially given that he's still married to Rei, but you were something special to him. He even surprised himself at his actions.

You were too lost in pleasure to have the same thoughts. You looked up at Enji through lidded eyes as he fucked you. Dare you tell him that you never took a lover after him? Now isn't exactly the time to explain why, but you know you eventually have to.

He seems to be swallowed up by the lust as well. Face set in determination to send you both over the edge. Another thought popped into your head. An unwanted one. Did he look like this when he fucked Rei? Is this the face she saw? Did he fuck her the same ways he had you?

You closed your eyes and held onto him. "I'm gonna cum.", you whisper breathlessly but you swear you can hear your voice break. You can only think, 'No, please do not let my emotions get the best of me now.' However, just as if the connection was never broken Enji is able to read you.

"Shh. I love you.", he coos as his kisses your forehead. "I really do. I always have and always will." The words find you clamping down on him, milking him for everything he could give you as he brings you over the edge. The edge that he follows close behind.

With a grunt he fills you up once more. Both of you stay in place catching your breath. Suddenly you want to be both wrapped in his arms and out the door all at once. Enji carefully pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his slacks. You hop off the desk and smooth out your clothes, readjusting everything.

As you run your fingers through your hair you hear Enji speak up. "You really do look beautiful." That stops you and you look over to him with a smile. You swallow thickly and sigh before scooping your pocket book up from the floor where it landed when you first ran over to Enji.

Reaching inside, you pull out a thin envelope. "I wasn't sure if I'd be able to say everything that I needed to. Now," you chuckle at yourself, "Now I definitely don't think I can." You look back to him, a serious look overtakes your face. "Be careful Enji. I think someone is out to get you. I explain everything here but..." You trail off as the wetness pools in your eyes again.

Looking away you hold it out to him. "Please take it. Read it." He does as you ask and eyes the envelope. Now finding it hard to see you teary eyed. "My number is written in there. So you can reach me. It explains alot and I understand if takes a bit to fully weigh everything." You pad your eyes, thanking your luck that the tears hadn't fallen after gathering.

You blink them away before stepping up to Enji. "Goodbye, Enji. For now or...forever. i understand either way." It's hard for him to comprehend what your saying. You just came back into his life. How could he ever turn you away again?

He'll understand when he reads the letter. See what you felt after his revelation that night and why you didn't speak to him. See why you continued to stay away from him from then on. Keeping a distance from his family and career.

You pull him out of his thoughts as you kiss his cheek. You stand there, holding his scarred cheek before turning and walking out. As you exited his office, he was already tearing the envelope open.

You exit his office and pass the Flaming Sidekickers as you leave. Burnin flashes you a smile, and a knowing wink to boot. The two guys of the team do their best to avoid eye contact with you; they still say their goodbyes, however.

Once you finally make it out of the building you stop and take in a deep breath. That's not exactly how you expected the reunion to go. Though you'd be lying if you said you were disappointed that it happened that way.

You start your walk down the street to the bus stop nearby. As you make your way down the block your cellphone rings. You dig it out of your coat pocket and smile as soon as you see the caller contact on the screen.

"Hello Dear.", you answer cheerfully. "Hi Mom." Your daughter sounds monotone on the other line. Most likely calling you out of boredom between classes. "I came home thinkin' you'd be here. Where are you?"

The inquiry makes you stop right in your tracks. Your gut twists slightly as your mind reels with a choice you made before you left Endeavor's agency. Knowing that your answer with just raise more questions, and possible drama to accompany it.

You've managed to avoid the big reveal so far. However, after so many years you decide you can do it no longer. It's only fair that she's given the information now that she's grown. "Mom? Ya there?" Her question breaks you from your inner turmoil. "Yep.", you reply and close your eyes as you swallow thickly before you continue.

"I, uh, well...I just finished meeting with your father."

[m0stlygoodvibes]

Keigo is perched on Mr. Endeavor’s shoulders as they walk in. His little wings are flapping happily behind him, taking in all the sights and smells and sounds. He can smell meat cooking, the sound of it sizzling on an open grill. “—it’s cause you’re a girl,” Touya is huffing at Fuyumi, who just blinks at him. They’ve been bickering for awhile. This morning the three of them had been playing outside, until Touya had found a nest of ladybugs in one of the trees. Touya had immediately found it fascinating, while Fuyumi had found it gross. “They’re bugs!” Fuyumi frowns. “They’re gross for everyone, you’re just weird!” “You’re stupid!” “Yeah, well Keigo thinks they’re gross too!” Fuyumi huffs, which makes Keigo’s eyes immediately widen. “What! No he doesn’t!” Touya huffs. He and Fuyumi both glance up at Keigo. “Right Keigo?” Keigo’s wings flutter. He feels his cheeks warm and his eyes widen. He opens his mouth to be doomed either way between betraying Fuyumi or Touya (because really they were kinda gross, they were everywhere and made a lot of noise) when he gasps as he sees a server bring out a delicious smelling meal that has big round fluffy circles and strips of different kinds of brown meat. “Mr. Endeavor, look!” Keigo says, his wings flapping as if to try to get higher up to see more. Mr. Endeavor puts his big hands on Keigo’s legs to make sure he doesn’t actually fly off his shoulders, considering Keigo can’t really hold his own weight in the air yet. “That’s a Western style breakfast,” Mr. Endeavor says. “Pancakes and bacon, I believe. You can order some, if you want to try it.” And Fuyumi and Touya are thoroughly distracted now and forget about the ladybugs. So it’s a win in Keigo’s book.

From Time's Arrow

Synopsis: Hawks gets sent on a mission to go back in time to stop Dabi from becoming a villain. Hawks takes the opportunity to fix the whole Todoroki family and give his younger self the life he’s always deserved.

Art by @beachbeibi <3

[karvroom]

NIGHT PATROL

hawks x pro hero!reader

⟢ summary: It had been months since anyone had seen you, excluding news outlets and countless civilians you saved. Each passing day, worry grew amongst your small group of Hero friends, especially Hawks. It wasn’t until a fateful night of patrol that he had some closure regarding your absence.

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Sitting atop of a roof of a tall apartment building, you found it peaceful. You left the noise below, finding solace in the cool night air. Your legs dangled off the edge of the building, swinging to the beat of a song currently stuck on repeat in your head. You propped yourself up by placing your hands behind you and leaning back.

A loud WHOOSH came from the rear of the building.

“This doesn’t look like patrolling to me.” You didn’t have to turn around to know the winged hero, Hawks, was standing directly behind you with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes met the top of your head, inspecting every hair follicle in sight.

“Since when are you my boss?” You spoke, gaze wandering the busy street below. You watched as thousands of people passed. It may have been late, but a handful of individuals indulged in the night life, living it up in Japan as they pleased. You found it fascinating how everyone had their own lives. They each had a home to go back to, kids to tend, dinner to make, pets to feed, etc. You couldn’t fathom how unique everybody’s lives were from one another. It was impossible for you to know everything about anyone, no matter how much you tried. Your eyes settled on a man dressed for a gala, trailing his figure through the crowd. Your raspy voice followed, “I can see from up here.”

Hawks scoffed, easing more into the atmosphere as he took a seat next to you. He finally felt the breeze he’d been missing all day; taking a long breath, he could smell the street vendors’ food. He could’ve gone for some American food right then.

“Did you just come here to flirt?” You asked, not bothering to give him a glance of acknowledgment. He followed your gaze, trying to keep his eyes off your alluring features. You furrowed your brows at the citizens, your lips thinned into a line, the occasional twitch in your nose, he noticed all the small details.

“I’m not flirting.” He admitted, almost pouting at that.

“You know me.” You finally made eye contact, tilting your head to slightly rest on your shoulder. “You know I don’t mess around on patrol. So, what is it that you want?”

“Am I not allowed to check on my coworker that I haven’t seen in nearly two months?” He left you silent.

It’s true, you hadn’t spoken to him or really anyone in quite sometime. You really did disappear from your friends. You abandoned them all to focus on your career as an aspiring hero. It had been your dream since you were little to become a hero—it didn’t have to be number one, but you were hoping at least top ten. Right now, you were eighteen in the charts; it didn’t sit right with you. You knew you had to push yourself, otherwise all that work the Hero Commission poured into you would be for nothing.

“Am I not allowed to have some alone time?” You spat after a minute of deep thought. All he did was stare at you within that time frame. Hawks examined your face, trying to understand your current mindset. Had you gone rogue? Were you depressed? Was it too much for you? He couldn’t tell.

“You can, but, seriously, it’s like you dropped off the face of the Earth.” Hawks wore a concerned look. He moved his hand closer to yours, your pinkies almost touching. “No one has seen you—not unless you’re fighting a villain or just so happen to catch you at the right moment at your agency. It’s concerning (Y/N).”

His facial expression contorted to one of sympathy. Hawks’ fingers twitched before gently placing his hand atop of yours. You let out a small sigh, trying not to look the hero in the eye. You removed your hand from the cement, running your hand through your hair in distress. He noticed your odd lack of your usual touchiness.

“They’ve just been scheduling me for nightly patrols more, y’know?” Your eyes scanned the sky, watching birds take flight through the grey distant clouds. “It’s nothing serious.”

The redness in your eyes told a different story. You hadn’t been getting much sleep. Hawks could see a difference in your gaze. Your eyes used to hold so much light, covered with a glossy finish. It used to look like you were always about to cry, even though you were the most emotionally constipated person Hawks had probably ever met.

Hawks admired your ability to control your emotions, setting them aside in the most difficult situations. But now, he was getting antsy and frustrated with your responses.

“I know you’re lying.” He admitted, drafting out a heavy breath. You froze, your heart rate picking up ever so slightly. Hawks could tell, he could see the guilt ridden all over your face. “You’ve been requesting nights only. Your front desk lady told me so.”

Dammit Denice. You took note that her pay would be getting cut and to have a long talk with her about your wishes. Whatever happened to secrecy in this society? Yeah, Hawks wasn’t just someone of the community, but that included the Number Two hero when you swore her to keep her mouth shut.

“I find it more peaceful at night.”

“That’s when most crimes happen. Doesn’t seem very peaceful to me.” Hawks snorted. The light breeze hit his gold tresses, messing up his hair (making it even more messy than it already was). He scooted closer to you, “C’mon, I miss our patrols. Remember? We’d always schedule to be together.”

Of course you remembered, how could you not? You and Hawks would almost always be seen together. If there was one of you, best believe the other was somewhere close by. You almost smiled at the fond memories that were shattered by your poor decision making. You ruined it for yourself.

You could admit, it was unjust of you to “ghost” everyone. Hell, you were having a mental crisis, straining your health to become a top hero while juggling your social life. But at what cost if the rankings hadn’t budged in weeks? Was it worth it at this point?

Hawks noticed the solemn look on your face, trying to find a way to make you feel better. He didn’t know what to say or how to approach you. Clearly, you didn’t want to be touched or bothered at all, but he wanted to talk to you. Hawks needed to. It was hard not seeing you for months, but now it was even more difficult. You were standing right in front of him and he could tell there wasn’t anything for him to do.

“Things change, Hawks.” You shrugged, sadness and regret creeping into your tone. Your guts threatened to spill from your mouth. You wanted to say more—something else, but you didn’t know what. You hated being put on the spot.

You swung your legs over the ledge, your feet finally touching solid ground. You repositioned yourself to lean comfortably against the wall that Hawks remained seated on. You crossed your arms, demonstrating the awkwardness you brought to the conversation.

Hawks heart shrunk in size at the sound of his hero name coming from you. Of course, you were on the job. Even then, you guys used to be unprofessional and speak each other’s names like they were forbidden fruits. Now, strictly Hero names? It was foreign to him. So much had changed and he hated it.

Little did Hawks know, he was part of the problem.

As much as you denied it, there was something between you and the winged hero. Something beyond friendship; it was evident to everyone around you. Hawks would always make silly advances at you, offering to take you on dates, to sleepover, try to be around you as much as possible. You secretly adored it, but couldn’t risk a relationship getting in the way of your career path.

The pain and hardship you would endure throughout your time as a Pro Hero had already begun taking a toll on you. You didn’t want to add anymore weight on your shoulders. At least, that’s what your mind was telling you. Your heart spoke differently. You wanted his attention, you wanted to come home to him, to be there for him whenever he needed. It was far more complicated than that when you’re risking your life everyday.

“I miss you.” Hawks blurted. He wanted to keep his cool, laid back demeanor afloat, but it was faltering with the foreseeable outcome of this conversation. It was going nowhere near the direction he had hoped.

“What do you want me to say?” Your voice rose. The blonde was completely shattered. The pang in his chest only growing, threatening to burst from under his skin. Hawks couldn’t pinpoint what he felt in that moment. Anger? Anguish? Heartache? All he knew was that it pained him in a way words couldn’t begin to describe.

You pushed away from the ledge, starting to walk away before he could respond. You had heard enough for one night. You were already hard on yourself, you didn’t need a scolding from someone you deeply cared about.

Hawks got off the ledge, speed walking to catch up to you. He caught your wrist in his hand. You whipped your head around, forcing your gaze to meet his. The shadows of the building covered his features, making him seem like an ominous illusion. His grip tightened only slightly, you tried to wriggled your hand free.

“Do you ever lay off?” You snapped. “Hop off my dick, Hawks.”

Now, this, wasn’t how he remembered you. Maybe he was still caught onto the thin strings tethered back to the “old” you, but he didn’t just feel heartbroken. Hawks felt heated at your words.

“No.”

“”No”? “No” what, Hawks?” The way you spat his name—no, his hero name in a bitter rage. A flame ignited inside of him, he didn’t know what to call it as the heat began to swallow his insides whole. It burned his throat, tickling the tip of his tongue. He watched as you aggressively quirked a brow at him.

In one swift motion, Hawks pulled you closer to him, causing you to stumble over your own feet. He scooped you into his arms, coddling you against his chest.

“W-What’re you doing?”

With no answer coming from his mouth, Hawks’ wings stretched from his back before taking to the sky. You looked over your shoulder to see the ground beneath you distance itself.

“Hawks, let me go.” You looked back at him panicked. He could feel your body trembling from the height you were at. Once you were high enough in the air, he started to fly faster, away from the building. Your breathing quickened, “Put me down!”

“If you won’t talk, then I’ll force it out of you, (Y/N).” Hawks glanced down at you before dipping lower from the sky. The speed you flew out was dangerous. You tried closing your eyes, afraid of the view, but you couldn’t when you heard cars honking from beside you.

Hawks had flown into traffic, maneuvering between the colorful vehicles of the city. It wasn’t everyday you would see the Number Two hero of Japan risking his life for fun, especially with another.

People thought he had lost his mind, and you were beginning to think that too.

Coming to a stop light, Hawks swerved up into the air. The strong wind messing up the front of your hair, swirling the strands into a knotted mess. Your grip tightened around Hawks. You refused to look down at the people below you.

Some civilians were taking photos and videos, hoping to receive clout for the two heroes they captured together.

“What do you want me to say? Just put me down, Keigo!” You demanded, your voice cracking. You pressed yourself as close as possible into Hawks’ chest, the fur of his coat ticking your face.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere.” He stopped midair, the sound of his large wings flapping continuously. It was the only thing keeping you from falling, the only thing keeping you alive at this very moment. You were at about the same height as the hospital building next to you. If you fell, at least that was there. “Don’t think I’ll let you off so easily, (Y/N). It’s not what I want to hear, it’s about you telling the truth.”

“You want the truth?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” You could hear his tone dripping with sarcasm. You didn’t have to look up at him to know he was wearing a smug look on his face.

“Hawks—“ You started.

“And we’re back to square one.” Hawks let out a heavy sigh. You could feel his hands start to loosen on your body and panic shook you. You clung onto him, refusing to let go. A chuckle escaped his lips, “So clingy.”

That comment pissed you off. Clingy? You were being clingy? What you were doing was trying not to die. But if he wanted to fan the flames, you could too.

You let go, rolling out of Hawks’ arms and free falling in the air. The blonde was in shock, mouth agape as he watched your body play against gravity for three seconds. Then it clicked. He dove after you.

One thing was your Quirk was not meant for flying or falling. Hawks knew that very well. And how dare he test you, especially on a day you were feeling very ballsy. Of course, you knew Hawks would never let anything happen to you. However, you were starting to get worried the longer you went without a certain Hero’s touch.

The sounds of pedestrians shouting increasingly grew louder. Horns of cars passing by multiplied between each second. You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable death to hit you hard as you splatter against the concrete; guts and all. You could imagine the headline of the newspaper already: ‘NO. 18 HERO FALLS TO DEATH—embarrassing for her’.

Suddenly, you felt the warmth of a strong pair of arms’ embrace and hot breath on your neck. The heavy breathing of you and Hawks colliding with one another as he looked at you in disbelief.

“You’re fucking crazy!” Hawks yelled, not out of anger, but surprise. Before you could respond, he mustered what little strength he had left and flew you both to an all-too-familiar balcony; his balcony.

He gently placed you on the cold floor of his picturesque high rise balcony. His heavy boots hit the ground, sending a sound of discontent throughout the atmosphere. Hawks, distressfully, ran his fingers through his hair, looking in the opposite direction of you.

You spoke, in an unusual calm tone, “We can’t be here. We’re supposed to be on pa—“

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Hawks stalked toward you, slamming his heavy duty boots against the ground. It sent chills down your spine how aggressive he was and how unnerved he looked. He grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to meet his gaze, “(Y/N), you could’ve fucking died.”

The crazed look in Hawks’ eyes made you uneasy yet prideful. You didn’t know you had that effect on him. Then again, he would’ve felt the same for anyone else left in his care. Oh, but how wrong you were about that.

“But I didn’t,” Your brows narrowed as you spoke in a stern tone. Hawks maneuvered hush body to be at complete eye level with you, making the scene feel even more intense. Whiplash was playing in your chest cavity, the tempo increasing with every passing second. You swallowed, “and I know you wouldn’t have let it happen.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” This was a simple slap on the wrist compared to what Hawks was thinking. He lowered his head, taking a look at the ground. He inhaled, smelling the soil that rot in his makeshift garden. Hawks lifted his gaze, finding you watching his vulnerable state.

“Don’t you do that again. You know how much I hate flying.” You lightly pushed away from him, taking a step back until your back almost hit the glass entrance to his apartment.

Hawks followed you, taking a large step forward, leaving about two feet of space between your bodies. You could practically feel the leftover anxiety radiating off of him. Regardless, Hawks maintained his cool guy demeanor as he talked, “Well, I wouldn’t have if you had just answered my question.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” You pointed, your index finger hitting his chest. His rock hard chest. You never really took the time until now to admire his physique. Yeah, it was almost like every other hero’s, but it was the way he presented himself. He hid beneath his large coat, only revealing the compression shirt that hugged his upper half so fittingly. You were a little shocked the first time it was revealed to you.

“You’d give one if your really cared.”

“If I really cared?” With raised brows, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Really? You’re gonna pull that crap on me?”

Hawks mimicked your movements, the sound of his coat shuffling filled your ears. If the warm jacket hadn’t been covering him, you could only imagine the flex of his biceps with the simple gesture.

“You got in my way.” You finally caved, earning a confused look from the winged hero. “You-You have always been in my way. Ever since we graduated from the stupid Hero Commission together.”

You stuttered, not because you were nervous, but the frustration building up from trying to understand the big feelings that were being unveiled.

“(Y/N), what do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean, Keigo?” More emotion crept into your small outburst, begging to be unleashed. You avoided eye contact with him, looking anywhere but his soft, pink lips. “Something about you. You’re stuck in my head. I-It’s like I can’t get you out.”

“I—“ Hawks started, you placed a finger over his mouth to cut him off.

“I’m not done.” You retracted your finger slowly, ensuring he would let you go on with your rant. You were finally starting to come to terms with what was brewing inside you and you didn’t want him to ruin it; even if you were making somewhat of a fool of yourself. “You annoy me, even when you aren’t around. And you make me feel…balked? I can’t understand why I feel this way and it eats at me. Anytime I’m alone, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Addicted. That was the word you were looking for. You felt addicted to him. Not by the way he made you feel, but him in general. The way his smile would instantly brighten a gloomy afternoon or how he actually cared. The way he cared for you was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You didn’t like it. You didn’t understand what was goin on in your mind or heart, it was a jumbled mess of intricate affections waiting to be fished out by you.

“I don’t understand.” Your hands flew at your head, dramatically grabbing your hair as you sighed in frustration. “Something about you.”

Hawks couldn’t bare to listen to any more of your babbling. He already knew what you were trying to say, but could tell you were having a (painfully) hard time to piece together the puzzle of sentiments.

The blonde took one step and it was over. It was as if his body moved on its own. Hawks closed the gap between you two, his thumb lightly grazing your cheek and the other making way to your waist as he indulged in your kiss of life. The flavor of sweet summer’s finest peach coated his lips, making him want more. Your lips molded perfectly together.

You allowed it to happen, you hadn’t realized that this is what you wanted. This is what you needed all along to figure out what was “wrong” with you. You lifted your arms, placing them gently around his neck, running your fingers through his hair in the back. All of your worries fluttered away, however, you could feel something new. Butterflies flapping their little wings as they made way around your stomach, tickling your insides.

Finally (sadly), you both pulled away. Bewilderment filled both your eyes. It was clear Hawks was just as surprised as you were. His mouth was slightly agape while his hands lingered your body. Hawks’ calloused fingers ran along your arm, making way to your finger tips.

He tried to hide his look of sultry with one of charm, “Does that solve your dilemma?”

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A/N: it’s so rushed, i’m sorry. i just HAD to post this right now. it’s been sitting in my drafts for a good week or so.

[ariasakka]

Enji in bed 18+ MDNI

How would Enji be in bed? Post+pre atonement arc. Here’s what I think.

I think how he would be sexually before and after his “atonement arc” would contrast each other quite a bit.

Reader notes:

2k words. Not an experienced writer just have lots of creative thoughts I must get out of my overfilled brain.

Warning. My pre atonement Enji headcannon is rough and aggressive obviously so please do not read this if it will upset you. Post atonement I actually think he’d be quite sweet. Feel free to just skip to the post atonement arc Enji part if you prefer.

You can find all my Enji stories under the hashtag EnjiAria

During marrige-pre atonement:

Kinks. He most definitely probably has breeding kink and is rough. Definitely also has a “daddy”or “yes sir” name calling kink. He probably likes degrading his partner a bit in bed as well. Has a dacryphilia kink. Power imbalance kink. During his younger years/before his marriage becomes estranged he likes degrading.

Enji never liked to show his anger outside of his own home. He would often come home with pent up anger from his hero work and needed someone to take it out on. He usually liked relieving his stress sexually with Rei. Enji likes to start out being rough, then make you cum, then end with roughness again. He’ll start out fucking her roughly, not letting her have time to adjust to his length or girth, hearing her scream as he thrusted too fast and too deep for her. Pressing down on her back (if she was on her stomach) or hips (if she was on her back) to hold her in place. Watching tears form as she desperately tried to take him. He basked in her pain. He was also very experienced and always knew how to make a woman finish. Though it is no lie he does like quite a bit of pain and aggression he will never finish a session without making his partner cum. If they don’t cum he’ll get angry and threaten punishment such as relentless face fucking or anal. After he can tell she’s submitted to him by letting him roughy have his way with their hole he’ll reward his partner with an orgasm. He’s good with his fingers. He’ll still pound into his partner roughly but use his fingers to trace circles over your clit to make you cum. He doesn’t go gently, he works at a rough pace with pressure. He loves overstimulating his woman. He wants you to cum fast. As you cum he likes to grab your throat and make you tell him who your pussy belongs to, who your body belongs to, who owns you. Once you’ve finished he picks back up his pace. Balls deep slapping against you relentlessly. He’ll continue this pace, slap your ass and pull your hair until he finishes. As he fills you up he’ll tell you how perfect you are to breed. Once he finishes he’ll leave you there on the bed and go about his day with less stress now.

His dirty talk pre atonement era:

“You look so good carrying my children, it shows me who you belong to. You belong to me.”

“Take it, I’m going to keep giving you babies over and over again until your body breaks.”

“Crying already? You say you can’t take it but you always end up cumming so hard from this. You’re so filthy. You love it when I show you who you belong to don’t you.”

“That’s it, take it. Rip that cunt open on my cock. Let me breed you.”

“You’re such a worthless whore the least you can do is give me this.”

“I always love breaking you in.”

“Shh stop screaming it’ll only make daddy go harder.”

“If you don’t cum on me right now I’ll fuck your other hole and I’m not talking about your throat sweetheart.”

“You should thank me for getting you pregnant”

Outside of the sex he still liked intimidating his wife. Making sure she knew where she stood. Gripping her arm tightly when she displeased him. Not allowing her to leave the house or wear certain clothing. Watching her obey him out of fear turned him on. It always made him hard and she knew it. She could see it. (Later in life he definitely regrets enjoying that.)

Though he was not a good person in his younger years I don’t see him cheating at all oddly. I think he would be loyal and use his wife for sex only. He seems old fashioned I don’t think he would use toys for himself or for his partner. At most he might like tying her hands or her mouth with his work tie. He would also probably forbid his wife from touching herself sexually, wanting himself to be the only one to give her pleasure or pain. He wanted this for a few reasons, he was possessive and insecure she wasn’t allowed to think of anything but him. He also wanted her to always be able to get wet easily whenever he needed to relieve stress, get off, or breed her, he feared if she pleasured herself on her own she wouldn’t be able to take him as easily. If he ever found out she touched herself he punished her by bending her over his knee and spanking until she was in tears. Then making her get on her knees to apologize profusely before ordering her to suck him dry.

Hear me out…I’m so sorry but I feel like he’s obsessed with receiving rimming. Especially when he’s too exhausted to do too much to you. He would love just laying back gripping his fingers in your hair guiding your tongue over his ass while his legs are spread open. Or closing his thighs berrying your face in him causing you to go deeper into his ass.

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Post atonement era Enji:

First off he most definitely immediately got divorced. He felt immense regret for how he treated his wife and wants her free from him. He still holds love for her. He was never in love with her but he wants her to be happy he can’t move on and grow if they are still together either he fears it would make him revert back to his old ways. He built a new home for Rei and his kids to live in. He has as little contact with them as possible for their own sakes. He does his best to continue his growth in every way he can..including sexual.

Outside of marriage after the divorce Enji is gentle, sweet, no breeding kink but still very dominate.

Kinks. Praising, overstimulation.

Dacryphilia kink. (From pleasure not pain)

Caretaking/caregiving. Daddy kink.(not age play just likes taking care of you. By daddy kink I mean the name calling again not age play.)

His type. To me he doesn’t have a spesific type but prefers women smaller than him, tan skin, small or average chest, long hair. Being smaller than him Isn’t hard bc he’s big so almost everyone is smaller than him. If not that exact description he at the very least just prefers women with long soft hair. I could see him taking a liking to both submissive and dominate women but would prefer someone who’s a submissive bottom. Though he doesn’t like being as aggressive in the bedroom anymore he prefers to be the one doing all the work, the one pleasing his woman.

He does not want you to do anything to him. Sucking his dick, rimming, trying to make him come if you’re already finished. He wants everything to be about you. If you want to suck his dick or more you’ll have to beg him. He’ll allow it but only if he can see that you’re getting just as much or more enjoyment out of it than him.

He has deep regrets for how rough he was with Rei’s body. As a way to atone for that in his mind he wants to treat his current partner gently. He’s insecure he doesn’t know his own strength in bed, he’s not used to being gentle. Has to have you watching him at all times especially when he’s eating you out he needs to see your face to make sure he’s going a good enough of a job. He needs your approval constantly weather that be through words, moans of pleasure, or your eyes, anything to let him know he’s giving you nothing but pleasure. He would grow to be quite the pleasure dom in his old age. He needs you to cum constantly. He will always make you cum first. He LOVES overstimulating you, making you cum over and over again until you tell him it’s too much. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve to cum after everything he’s done. He would much rather make you cum, it’s enough to satisfy him mentally. Physically that’s a different story. But I do see him liking not finishing. It makes him feel like he’s edging himself and being good for not cuming because it should all be about you anyways.

I see him being with someone quite inexperienced who often can’t handle him going very long or deep so he’ll often not finish. He doesn’t want to finish by himself as he feels like it’s disrespectful to you so he’ll constantly edge himself for days from watching you feel pleasure until he’s finally at his breaking point and can finish as fast as you. He’ll still always make you cum first though.

After his divorce he immediately got a vasectomy he’s too scared of ever having kids again. He still loves filling you with his cum. He’s never used condoms and doesn’t like them. If you want kids he’ll decline but he will roleplay breeding you if you want.

Though he wants to be more gentle now he’s still slightly kinky. He still loves name calling “yes sir” “daddy”. He enjoys making you cry out of pleasure from cumming too much or out of pleasure from him being the first one to make you squirt. He loves light choking, gentle slaps, but nothing that will actually ever hurt you. He’s always constantly looking at your face to make sure you smirk or bite your lip after each slap to assure him that he didn’t go too rough. Dispite his fear that he’ll be too rough he’s actually is a lot more gentle with his partner than he realizes. His touches are so soft and gentle they wouldn’t so much as break an egg yolk. But because his partner is inexperienced they prefer this gentle edge to him. Being with someone inexperienced in my opinion would be a good fit. They wouldn’t push his limits by asking him to go rougher or trying kinkier things. He always fears loosing control and reverting back to his old self. Being with someone who needs him to always be slow and soft will keep him in place and help further his progress.

If his partner was a top he would allow you to have your way with him sometimes but ultimately at the end he would be right back on top of you fucking you on your back. I see him trying to be a bottom to please you but at the end of the day failing because being a top-dom is just in his nature.

Dirty talk post atonement:

“That’s it come on my fingers sweetheart I need to taste you after.”

“You taste so sweet. I can’t get enough. Think I can make you cum a 3rd time baby?”

“Shh let me do everything don’t you think about doing anything for me. Watching you cum is all I need I promise.”

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock sweetheart you’re spoiling daddy with this cunt.”

“Let me fill you up you deserve it after cumming so good for me sweetie.”

“Shh don’t worry daddy won’t go all the way in, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll go easy. Gentle. I promise.”

“Look at me, keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop licking your pussy.”

“Tsk tsk sweetheart look at me if you want me to keep thrusting. I need to see it in your eyes that I’m doing good.”

“Is it too much? Tell me when you’ve had enough and I’ll stop.”

“Is this okay? Yeah sweetheart…right there? Like that?”

He would ask you not to touch yourself without him. He wouldn’t forbid it. He just wants you to come to him to feel pleasure. He would feel like he’s not doing enough if you feel like you have to use other methods to finish instead of waiting to use his body.

He’s old fashioned so he wouldn’t prefer using toys. Definitely not on himself. He wants you to be able to get you off with his body. Cock, fingers, tongue, nose tracing up and down your clit, anything. He would feel like he’s inadequate if he has to resort to toys to get you off. On the other hand if you wanted him to use toys on you or you using toys on him he wouldn’t decline. He’s wrapped around your finger he would basically do anything you asked no matter what it was.

Outside the bedroom. Preferred to be the provider. Enji loves to spoil you. He doesn’t want you to worry about anything, he has more money than he’s able to spend he would want to spend on you asking you to quit work and just do whatever you want. He wants to see you happy as much as he can. To be honest he does always tend to prefer a domestic relationship him being the provider and you being the homemaker but if he meets someone career oriented he will support them working. Just seeing you happy will turn him on mentally.

I don’t see him getting married again. If he got into another relationship he wouldn’t be expecting it or feel deserving of it. I think his next partner would be serious and life long (unless they ended it I couldn’t see him being the one to break it off) but at the end of the day he would be too worried getting married would make you feel trapped. Ending up being with him for the sake of ease instead of want. He wants you to constantly choose him everyday and not be forced to stay. It’ll reassure him that he’s still making progress.

[wenumsmol]

Wow das good

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general. 

A/N: Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @titan-fodder​ for reading over this bad boy, and extra special thanks to my power going out right as I was excited to post this. God how I’ve missed Endeavor. One horny thought turned into over 6k. Enjoy ❤️

Endeavor’s name and presence is all over his hero agency. On every letterhead, blazing neon red letters on the front of the building, on company sweatshirts and stamps, email signatures, and even every pen and notepad. Yet the man himself is hardly ever seen.

Working directly for the titular hero of the agency as his senior support staff means that you see him more than most, and even still, his flaming body is a rarity to you.

So it’s a shock to see him in the elevator this morning, fire extinguished due to the spacial hazard. He’s dressed casually, white dress shirt and navy trousers. It’s too early for his hero duties to begin, the clock having not yet struck 9 a.m.

“Good morning,” you whisper with your eyes averted; his proximity always makes you anxious.

“Morning.”

He greets you with a curt nod as you step into the elevator from the parking garage floor.

Your first instinct is to press yourself to the farthest wall away from him. There’s an obstacle, however, one of his many sidekicks already twiddling his thumbs with worriment against the right wall. Endeavor stands in the back left corner, arms crossed, muscles bulging. You stick to the front of the car, leaning against the cool wall near the control panel.

The top-most floor is where you’re headed—same as your boss.

Keep reading

[taintedmind6669]

Do I have an ongoing Billy Batson fic that I’ve been avoiding working on for months? Yeah. Anyways heres this open-ended drabble I’ve been keeping in my notes app since November

Trigger warning for mildly graphic descriptions of life-threatening injury, its not super bad but if you’re sensitive to that kinda thing you prolly shouldn’t read this

SOS

No no no no no this could NOT be how he went out. Not from a stray bullet fired during a drug deal gone wrong. Billy clasped his hand to his stomach as he ran, gasping for air but desperate to get away lest the criminals turn their focus away from each other and onto the little kid who had been snooping on their business and had let out an unfortunate yelp upon having been shot directly in some very vital internal organs. Billy wasn’t sure how far he ran, time was beginning to swirl and slide away from his grasp with every heavy footfall and little black dots speckled the corners of his vision, threatening to take over his sight entirely.

   He hadn't even intended to investigate the pair’s shady dealings, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time in the wrong form, seriously, the one time he wasn’t getting the scoop for his radio gig just had to be the one time he got mixed up in something genuinely life threatening. Billy’s rotten luck was starting to really get on his nerves. It took a lot to get Billy well and truly worked up, especially when it came to injustices enacted against himself as opposed to civilians, but come on? There was only so much bad luck he could endure before wondering if perhaps some other pantheon of Gods had it out for his patrons and decided to take it out on him. Most Gods weren’t exactly known for their emotional maturity.

   Minutes and seconds congealed into one mass of sticky uncertainty taking up space in the forefront of Billy’s mind, he couldn’t focus, the air in his lungs was leaving him faster than he could replace it with shallow shaky breaths.

   Fuck, he was really going to die in a dingy alley as Billy Batson, the homeless runaway that shoveled peoples driveways for a little extra food money. He bit back a cry of agony as he dropped down against the wall of a building, he couldnt tell what building his was leaned against, he couldn’t recognize the street, he could barely see through the dark fog circling his line of sight.

   He pulled his cold pale hand away from the bullet wound, his heart dropped at the fuzzy sight of blood gushing out, eager to vacate his body’s rapidly dying husk. His already red shirt turned a deep crimson-black in a wide circle around the hole. He couldn’t think straight, his eyes shook and pain pulled at every inkling of a thought he managed to form, somehow, he gathered just enough strength to pull his Justice League communicator out of his pocket.

With limited control over his trembling fingers and a weak grasp on consciousness Billy sent a message to the unofficial leader of the Justice League.

Billy’s last thought before the dark dreamless sleep pulled him under was that he should really look into luck spells if he happens to survive this.

…

A shout pierced the quiet Gotham night, like the chime of midnight, echoing and demanding attention.

Batman and his ward zeroed in on the sound that served as a verbal spotlight, the scuffle was relatively simple: a masked man grappling with a woman for her purse while stood on the doorstep of a skinny and sad looking apartment complex.

Robin looked up at Batman with starry eyes, Batman responded with a curt nod, allowing his sidekick to handle the situation on his own while he observed from the nearby rooftop.

Bruce could tell the aggressor was young based on his stature, his body language hemorrhaged inexperience by the gallon, it seemed like a safe enough bet for his student of a little under 3 years to handle alone.

Just as Robin had finished tightening the zip ties around the perpetrator’s wrists Batman felt a buzz from his JL communicator. It wasn’t often that Batman received an alert on the device, he had made it very clear that the communicators were only to be used in the most dire situations or if there was an urgent matter the whole group needed to discuss.

Half expecting to find a message from Flash about the Watchtower being out of granola bars, Batman pulled the device from his utility belt.

He was mildly surprised to find that it was Captain Marvel who had messaged him, it wasn’t as though the hero was too proud to ask for help, it was simply that the “World’s Mightiest Mortal” didn’t typically need it.

The last time Marvel had needed the assistance of the Justice League on Fawcett business was when Mister Atom was on a rampage, exploding buildings faster than Marvel could evacuate them and the demigod had asked for help getting civilians to safety while he dealt with the robot.

Batman glanced back at his protégé, he watched Dick hand the woman her purse with that boyish smile on his face and he felt a warmth bloom inside of him. Robin could manage babysitting the would-be purse thief during the few minutes it took for the cops to arrive at the scene, in the meantime he could read the Captain’s message and determine the next course of action.

Upon opening the message Batman’s eyebrows furrowed and that warm sense of pride was washed away by a distinct concern.

“SOS”

The message was joined by a little square with a blinking red dot smack dab in the middle, matching red text underneath the dot displayed the hero’s exact coordinates.

As if on cue, red and blue lights illuminated the street, Bruce gestured for Dick to leave the man and follow him, the authorities were close enough that the man wouldn’t be able to run far enough to get away. Batman and Robin were never really known for staying to chat with Gotham PD, a pattern which would have to continue as now the two had somewhere to be, and a demigod to save.

[writteninkat]

Corporate Heat | Endeavor x Reader

synopsis: Stern, commanding, and dominant— these are a few of the many characteristics of him that had you falling head over heels. Powerful, proud, and uncompromising are why you try your damnest to hide your desires. But when he makes the first move, you're unable to think of the consequences lying ahead in your future.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: smut(fingering, exhibition, unprotected sex, belittling, choking)

a/n: not proofread

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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer's voice echoes throughout the hall. "Welcome to an evening of unparalleled elegance and exclusivity, where the rarest treasures and finest luxuries await your discerning eye."

The velvet fabric over the soft foam dips from side to side as you squirm uncomfortably. The tangent you just went on about how your boss should act may actually be the worst decision you've ever made. Now, his gaze is costantly jumping from the announcer and back to you, lingering a bit longer on you.

A warm, calloused hand presses on your thigh exposde by the slit of your dress. Your squirming immediately comes to a hault, recognizing the owner of said hand.

"Stop moving. What's wrong?" Endeavor's voice rumbles softly beside you making your breathing stutter.

"Nothing- I just-" Fuck. "I'm not used to wearing stuff like this."

It's not a lie, you're always wearing your button-up blouse and pencil skirt whenever you're around your boss.

Endeavor turns his head at you, eyes directed right into yours. "You look beautiful." All the energy in your brain seems to have shifted to your heart as it beats rapidly against your rib cage. "So stop worrying about it."

Stop worrying? You bitch! Stop giving me a heartattck first!

"I don't feel beautiful."

Oh boohoo you stupid bitch! Cry me a river! The man just complimented you and now you're putting up a sad girl act?

Endeavor's eyes narrow into slits as you feel his hand slowly move towards your inner thigh. Your eyes widen, nails digging into the soft velvet cover of the couch.

"I've noticed a few things about you." He states, fingers brushing back and forth, teasing you.

"Y-Yeah? What things?" You wanna bang your head against the wall for stuttering.

"On your first day, you wore dress pants." His hand slowly inches down the side of your knee, before moving back up.

"Black ones. Then on your second day, you wore a pencil skirt." His thumb draws lazy circles against your skin.

Well yeah, I saw you on that first day and immediately wanted your attention. I didn't know how else to do it!

"And with every week that passed, your skirt grew smaller and smaller." His hand inches up your thigh, disappearing underneath your dress. "Until one day, it was so short that when you dropped a few documents I told you to take," Your core grows hotter and wetter with every inch his hand takes, pulsing and swelling at the fact that he's close- so close. "When you bent down to take them, I saw you wore yellow panties that day."

Your eyes widen as your lips part. He looked.

"And the next day, you wore blue ones." His fingers tease you as they ghost right infront of your cunt. He's not exactly touching it- his finger tips simply grazing every now and then.

"But I gotta say, I love the color you've got on tonight." With that, he presses his thumb against your soaked panties, moving up and down. You suck in a breath, your back arching as your nerves burn with ecstacy. "Red looks beautiful on you."

Your thighs shake as they close on each other, effectively trapping his hand between them. You look up at him, out of breath as you hips move slightly, having a mind of their own.

"You wanted me to see them, didn't you?" Despite being trapped, his thumb continues massaging your clit. Pleasure burns your skin as your hand flies to his- unsure whether it's to stop him or keep him there.

"Wanted me to see the different colors you craved to be ripped off of you?" Your fingers squeeze his meaty forearms as your teeth sink onto your bottom lip.

"You wanna act like a slut for me?" His question is followed by his other hand pulling your thigh towards him, showcasing the crimson lacy thong you have on tonight. "Then be a good one and keep your legs open."

Your body falls to the side, your elbow propping you up as your boss hooks his forearm under your thigh, keeping your clothed cunt free.

He climbs on top of you, hand pressed up against the couch's arm as he hooks your panties to the right. "Fucking Christ," He breathes, "You're soaked like the good whore you are."

He pushes a finger in, making your eyes roll back. His digit is thick and rough, the sensation causing goodebumps to scatter across your skin.

He slowly pumps his ring finger in and out of you as his thumb presses circles on your clit. Your brows furrow as your lips create an O.

Close, so fucking close!

Your hips begin moving once more, trying to match his pace.

A little more! Fuck!

"Eyes on me." He snaps you back into reality, the commanding tone of his voice forcing your eyes on his. His orb the color of sea captures you, pulling from reality. Right now, it's just the both of you floating through space. No responsibilities, no consequences.

Endeavor lowers his head, his lips pressing against your clothed breast before biting on the material, pulling your tube down. He flicks his pink tongue over the swollen bud of your nipple, a zing of surprise jolting down your spine as you tip over the edge, falling helplessly into the sea of your orgasm.

The hero presses his free palm over your mouth, effectively muffling your cries of pleasure until you finish, limbs twitching as a single tear drips from the corner of your eye. He moves towards your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell.

"Shut the fuck up or we'll get caught. I'm not done with you." He grits, sliding his hand from your mouth and on your neck, fingers tightening around your lifeline. One good squeeze and you're gone.

He roughly pulls his finger out of your soaking cunt, shoving it inside your mouth. "Taste yourself. Good?" His digit touches the back of your throat, making you choke.

His jaw ticks as his hold on your neck tightens. "What the fuck did I just say?"

You try your best to relax your throat, thinking about something else, anything else to take your mind off the digit you're swallowing.

Endeavor smirks, "That's my good slut."

He pulls his hand from your mouth, fiddling with his belt and pants. You look down, gasping when your gaze catches his member.

Fuck, that's huge.

I mean, he's already a tall and big man, but holy fuck!

Your eyes quickly return to his, brows furrowing in worry. "It- you won't fit!" You whisper, the hero chuckling at your distress.

"You're gonna have to make it fit, sweetheart."

Your brows knit in confusion this time. He takes you by surprise when he lifts you by the hold on your neck, sitting you on his lap.

"Ride me like a good whore." He commands.

You look down once again at his member standing straight between the both of you, questioning your actions.

Does it look mouthwatering? Yes.

Are you starting to regret this? Maybe- but you're leaning towards no.

Do you wanna stop? Absolutely not.

But will he fit?

You raise your hips, Endeavor taking your tit in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud.

I guess we'll see.

His bulbous head presses against your entrance and you can already tell this one's gonna hurt. Slowly, you lower yourself, taking deep breaths and focusing on the hero's tongue swirling around your nipple.

"Oh- fuck!" You gasp, begging your walls to make room for him. You lift yourself up a little, giving yourself room to breathe before resuming your journey down.

"Taking too damn long." He mutters, stunning you when he pushes your hips down. His cock fills you completely, making it difficult to breathe.

The hero doesn't give you time to voice out your reaction when his lips press against yours, his tongue pushing through them. You mewl and whimper against his hot mouth as he lifts you by your waist before slamming you back down.

"Fuck, you're a good cocksleeve. So fucking tight." He grits out, pressing wet, hot kisses all over your jaw and neck. He nibbles on a spot, his control on your body unrelenting.

Your head falls back the moment discomfort blends into pleasure, your hair falling back. You begin to ride your boss yourself when a rough hand squeezes your jaw forcefully, "I said to keep your eyes on me."

You nod, your hips moving at a faster pace. Your hands settle on his wide shoulders, allowing you a better balance. Your hips move back and forth, up and down, and in circles until you begin to feel your climax at your finger tips.

"Fuck yeah, let your tits bounce as you ride my cock." Endeavor breathes out, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it harshly. Your teeth sink onto your bottom lip at the slight pain, your orgasm pushing closer to you with every sting you receive.

"Heavens," He prays, looking up at you. "Fuck, tell me your on birth control." You nod.

That does something to the hero. He curses roughly before pulling you on the couch, lying you on your back. He takes you by your thighs, lifting your lower body up his hips before fucking you with abandon.

"You're ruining every other pussy for me, baby." You gasp at his words, sinking your teeth on the back of your hand before it's being pushed away, replaced by his lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling the hero closer as he continues abusing your cunt. You pull your lips away from his, breathing on his ear. "I'm gonna cum!" You whisper.

"Milk my cock like the slut you are. Every drop is yours, baby." He chokes against your ear.

With one last pinch on your nipple, you sink your teeth onto the side of his neck, muffling your pleasurable moans. You hear him grunt before feeling his cock twitch inside you. Endeavor grabs a fistful of your tit, pushing his hips into you deeply and roughly one last time before the feeling of hot liquid poured into you forces a blindsiding orgasm out of you.

You back arches as your legs shake around his waist. You claw at his suit and your mind blanks from the overstimulation. With your breathing erratic, you ride out your deafening orgasm for a few moments, slowly returning to reality.

Out of breath and uncomfortably sweaty, you let go of Endeavor and fall back onto the couch. The hero's chest rises and falls just as rapidly as yours. He slowly pulls out, making your body flinch.

"Fuck, your pussy looks so pretty dripping with my cum." He exhales, making you turn to the side with your hand on your mouth. Your cheeks burn of embarrassment now that the euphoric feeling has subsided.

Endeavor pulls your panties back in place, along with your dress. You sit up, thanking him silently before attempting to stand.

"Where are you going?" He asks, hand circled around your wrist. You look at him in confusion, "I'm gonna go clean up."

Endeavor narrows his eyes before pulling you back to his side. "Be a good girl and keep my cum inside you. I'll give you a reward after."

Maybe you should listen to the logical part of your brain that's yelling at you to go make sure you don't end up with that 1% the birth control pills are failing at.

That part is always fighting for her dignity wherever your boss is concerned.

But you wanna be a good girl for him. The curiousity of whatever your reward is wins against logic. You nod your head, sitting back down properly as Endeavor grunts in approval.

[dexlexia]

pray the night times away - a endhawks fan fic

pairing: endhawks (keigo/hawks x enji/endeavor) rating: 18+ summary: For a hero that had the world in his hands, Keigo didn't know how to date. He didn't know how to interact with women or even men in a romantic setting. He was stunted that way, pushed from a young age to be the best hero left little room to have a personal life.  Maybe that was why he melted in Enji's hands. Why being pleasured by a man old enough to be his father was the only way he could get his rocks off.  tags: trans!hawks, oral sex, smut, age difference, size difference a/n: read it on ao3 !

For a hero that had the world in his hands, Keigo didn't know how to date. He didn't know how to interact with women or even men in a romantic setting. He was stunted that way, pushed from a young age to be the best hero and left little room to have a personal life.  Maybe that was why he melted in Enji's hands. Why being pleasured by a man old enough to be his father was the only way he could get his rocks off.

Almost a foot taller than him, broad shoulders and bulging muscles, Endeavor was a wet dream for the number two hero. Keigo could recount multiple times pleasuring himself as a young adult to the newspaper clippings of Enji Todoroki. He wondered what was under the flames and suit, what scars he'd touch, how hot his skin would be.

A young trans Keigo Takami wanted nothing more than to be Endeavor and be with the man. And now at twenty-three he was sailing the skies to Todoroki manor. He could feel the wetness between his legs in anticipation for what was to come. Was it the healthiest relationship in the world? Probably not,but it couldn't be worse than any of Enji's previous relationships. His heart pounded  as he landed in the courtyard of the manor,  his wings flapped to release tension as his gold eyes met with Enji's icy blue ones.

 "About time you made it." He said.

Keigo grinned at the other man, "It took me a while to find parking." Then with a skip in his step headed towards the man. He soon peeled off his aviator jacket and Enji took it from him to hang up. They walked through the manor, all the empty bedrooms and extra offices that remained unused. There really was no one else here besides Enji.

Enji hung up his coat and led the bird-hero to the bedroom. His strong arm wrapped around the hero as they navigated the maze-like halls of the home. Enji could feel Keigo's anticipation. He knew his little bird enjoyed their time together, he knew that Keigo loved to have his pussy played with. To have the older man fuck him to completion. After years of having to be invincible, Keigo loved the idea of being vulnerable, a soft delicate thing that Enji could devour. Rip out every last scarlet wing and have the hero begging for more.

Once in the bedroom, Enji stood behind Keigo and leaned in to kiss the other man slowly. His large hands found Keigo's narrow waist as he pulled the shirt over his head. Keigo began to feel warm all over from the other man's touch, he worked to get his pants off as well, eventually leaving him in boxers.  He stood there in the bedroom partially naked as Enji's nimble fingers worked to get the bird-hero's underwear off.

They eventually ended up at Keigo's ankles with two of the older man's fingers dipped inside of the blonde. Keigo moaned and rested back into  Enji's arms. The red-head kissed Keigo's neck as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go. They were so thick that Keigo swore it was like starting off with three or four fingers.

Keigo moaned loudly as his nails dug into Enji's skin. He was able to be loud if he wanted to, there was no one around for miles. Pleasure raced up his spine as he felt his breathing grow heavier. The stretch of Enji's fingers made the blonde's knees shake in lust.  When the red-head started to play with his engorged clit, Keigo saw stars. His back arched which highlighted his surgery scars and his mouth hung open as he let out a loud moan.

 "That's it, Keigo." Enji said quietly in his ear, "Let me make you feel good."

Keigo swallowed and tried to compose himself but the pleasure through his body made his legs like jell-o. He was able to take refuge in Enji's arms holding him up.  The man continued to pleasure him. This feeling made Keigo fall in love with Enji, even if it was possible for the flame-hero to love. But the euphoria of pleasure, the mounting feeling of lust and want that coursed through Keigo's body made the blonde want this forever. He wanted to break his jaw or back on the red-head's fingers or cock. Rip his wings out and make him a flightless little cage bird if he had to.

Eventually Enji brought Keigo to the massive bed and laid the bird down on his back. His wings spread out like an angel. Enji kneeled in front of him and continued to push his fingers inside of the hero's pussy. It was a tight fit but the feeling made Enji tighten in his slacks. He knew Keigo loved it when he was fully clothed and the blonde didn't have a stitch of fabric on him. He liked the submission, giving the flame hero all the control.

 "You're such a good boy, Keigo." Enji said as he reached over and pushed some hair out of the blonde's face. He wanted to see every feature of the man. His hand then trailed down the blonde's chest, feeling his top surgery scars. They were both pretty scarred, Keigo's feathers still hadn't grown back fully and Enji had the nasty one down his face. The ones on Keigo's chest looked the least ugly.  The red-head gave them a kiss as he continued to thumb at the blonde's clit, which earned him beautiful noises from his partner's lips.

He sounded divine, heavenly.  He was perfect in every sense of the word. Keigo was more of an angel than a bird in the flame-hero's eyes. Never had he wanted something so beautiful, so heavenly it almost made him feel like he was totally unworthy.  The red-head continued to pleasure Keigo, keeping a careful eye on the rise and fall of the bird-hero's chest.  He placed kisses on his skin and felt up his pussy. The feeling was undeniable, Keigo was aroused by this.  Keigo gripped onto Enji as he was continued to be finger-fucked. His breathing came out in short pants as he was driven closer to climax. Eventually Enji had enough and dove in between Keigo's legs, sucking, lapping and kissing at the blonde's sweet pussy. His dark-blonde pubic hair brushed up against the hero's nose.

 "Fuck, Enji." Keigo grit his teeth and moaned through them in pure ecstasy.  Enji was an undeniable lover, he knew Keigo's body from every angle. He knew how to make the bird-hero go wild.  He had the blonde in the palm of his hand with every movement of his fingers and tongue.  He tasted the musty scent of Keigo's cunt and made his cock twitch.

Enji enjoyed the sounds that came from Keigo, the praise the smaller man gave him. It was arousing to know that he still had it, that he could make someone orgasm on his tongue. He reached down and palmed his own erection, enjoying the feeling of the blonde's legs around his head.  He continued to lap at the other's pussy, encouraging him to make loud noises, he wanted to hear it all. And since they were so alone, they wouldn't get a write up.

Keigo felt over the moon with the feeling of Enji's tongue on his clit, he knew his orgasm was coming soon. He couldn't hold off long when it came to Enji's tongue.  He pulled at his red-hair as he arched his back, feeling the strong feeling of lust pump through his system thanks to his rapidly beating heart. He tightened his thighs around the other's head and pushed him further onto his pussy. His toes curled as he loudly moaned in the spacious room where they had sex.  It was an impeccable feeling, like nothing Keigo had ever experienced in his life, there was no tongue like the one in the mouth of the flame-hero.

 "Fuck, Keigo." Enji said.

 "Feels good, doesn't it number one?" Keigo chuckled between moans as Enji brushed against a sweet spot on the blonde's body.  Soon his leg kicked out as he felt close to cumming on Enji's mouth. But the red-head didn't stop,he continued to give him sweet pleasure with his tongue. His cock was painfully hard from the taste of Keigo's soaked cunt.

They did make a good team, and good lovers.They new each other's bodies like no one else. Keigo could map out every scar with his tongue and Enji knew how deep to set his fingers inside of the other man. They were so familiar with one another's bodies it was remarkable, it made both men not want anyone else. EVen if they didn't officially have a name for what they were, it was a nice comfort the two of them shared with one another.

Soon Keigo was digging his blunt nails into Enji's scalp as he came in the other's mouth. Wetness coated the flame-hero's mouth and chin,with some on the tip of his nose. Enji maneuvered himself between Keigo’s legs, the impressive length brushed up against the bird-hero's pussy.

The blonde swallowed as he saw the impressive length, the feeling of it brushing up against his overstimulated pussy made his moan and hold onto the covers. Enji moved him like a doll as the blonde came down from his orgasm. He rested his leg at his thigh, wrapping it around his waist partially to get the blonde to hold onto him. WIth his legs open enough, their eyes met as Enji sank into Keigo's tight heat. It fit perfectly, as it always did.  He sank it in, all the way down and Keigo quickly reached out and gripped the red-head's arm for support.

 "That's it, Keigo. I got you." Enji reassured him. He pressed as far as he could, as slowly as he could. He didn't want to bruise Keigo's insides the day before they went on patrol. The last thing he needed was a limping bird-hero. He held onto the other man's leg around his waist with his other hand on his hip. He started to rock back and forth inside of Keigo, letting the other man become loud with lust once more. Keigo's noises were accompanied by Enji's own grunts and groans as he felt the other man's pussy practically suffocate him.

If there was one way to die, it would be at the hands of Keigo. Blunt nails scratched Enji's scarred skin and the red-head leaned down and started to kiss the other man, picking up the pace as well.  He watched the other man's body move according to his thrusts. His head close to the other's face as they began to make out once more. The bed rocked as they moved and Keigo's sweet, sexual noises filled the room.

 "That's a good bird." Enji said.

 "Fuck, Enji. This feels so good, shit why do you feel so good." His voice was cut off by a hard moan from when Enji hit the right spot inside of him. HIs hips buckled in time with Enji's thrusts. He wrapped his lanky arms around Enji's thick neck and deepened the kiss. His breathing became tighter as he broke up at the kiss at small moments to catch his breath. Enji eventually got both of the blonde's legs around his waist and thrusted into him quicker.

This was heaven for Enji, never had he felt this good during sex before. He didn't have a large collection of experiences, but being able to fuck Keigo into a coma was an enjoyable experience.  They pressed their foreheads together as their chests rose and fell quickly, their hips still doing most of the work. It was. good feeling between them.

Keigo at times would get off to the age difference. He loved the man's stubble as he grazed his neck, even the times where he had to take a small break because he pulled something in his back. But he always made it up to Keigo. The blonde may have been a little obsessed with Enji's cock, the way it filled him. How it broke part of his brian through earth shattering orgasms.

Enji loved his time spent with Keigo too. He loved his affectionate the bird-hero was. He loved how he could just pick him up, groped his wings and maneuver him however he needed the man to be. He loved his pussy, even a few years on testosterone, and it still brought Enji's to his knees. They continued to make out, Keigo clawed at the other's broad back. The bed creaky and hit against the wall.

 "You feel so good." Enji remarked between kisses.

Keigo moaned, "You're not too bad yourself." Before pulling Enji into another searing kiss. Sounds filled the room as the pair fucked on the bed. His back arched slightly from the immense pleasure. He tightened his legs around Enji's waist and tried to keep as close to him as possible. "Fuck, this feels good."

 "You're amazing, Keigo. Always so good for me." Enji replied before he groaned through grit teeth. Their hip bouncing, Enji's cock hit against all of Keigo's sweet spots.  Eventually  he rolled over to the smaller man on top and let him go wild on his cock. Now he watched the poor bird ride his cock with abandon. He placed his hands on Keigo's hips and drove his cock deeper and deeper into him, which only put the fellow hero on cloud nine.

 "Fuck, I'm close again." Keigo moaned.

 "I am too. Hold onto me." Enji said and groaned where Keigo stuck his fingers into his shoulders for leverage as he bounced on the older man's cock. The red-head loved the feeling, the other man's pussy was so tight. It was a vice on his cock and would be a good mental image for months to come. Watching the poor bird try to take every last inch.

Their bodies moved in sync, Keigo put his entire body into it as he rode Enji. The other man's cock rammed into him, which only turned him on more. His mouth soon hung open as moans left it. His body felt heat all over, his wings fluttered behind him in anticipation for what was to come.  Enji gripped tightly onto the other's hips to keep him in place. He looked divine on top of him, it made Enji's cock move inside of the other man. Soon Keigo's lips were on Enji's neck, moving his hips up and down on the other’s cock. Keigo left small bites on the other man's skin, little red marks that he'd be carrying for a few hours after they were finished.

They both held onto one another  tightly as they approached their orgasms. Keigo moaned into Enji's heated skin while the red-head fucked him at a hard, steady pace. The feeling was amazing. Keigo felt the pleasure pool in his gut, and eventually he came around the other's cock. He yelled into the red-head's shoulder as he made a mess of his cock. Keigo's poor pussy soaked the red-head's thick cock. His thrusts died down as his head swam from orgasm. But Enji didn't stop there, he bullied his cock deep inside of Keigo which made the bird-hero gasp.

 "I've got you, Keigo." Enji purred in the other's ear before he started to ram himself as deep and as fast as possible. He moaned at Keigo's attempt to clench around him. Keigo was practically brain-dead on top of him, but Enji knew he'd make them both feel good. He held on tightly as he thrusted up into the other man, his breathing was heavy and his skin felt more warm than usual. The sounds of their sex in the room only riled Enji up more. And finally with one more hard thrust, Enji finished inside of Keigo.

Keigo slumped onto Enji's chest and tried to catch his breath. He held onto the other man as he started to come down from his high. His thigh trembled in the aftermath of their session. Eventually Enji got him off of his cock and onto the bed beside him to get more comfortable. Keigo leaned into Enji's touch as he stroked his feathers. The feeling made Keigo's thighs rub together. He let out a small noise when Enji laid a kiss on him.

 "You did so good, thank you." Enji acknowledged as he continued to play with the feathers between his fingers. He pressed a small kiss on the blonde's face, "Do you need anything?"

 "Ah, growing soft on me, Enji?" Keigo said as he started to return to his senses, "I'll be fine. Let me just lay here for a little bit. I'll get out of your hair soon."

 "Don't. You can stay the night." Enji said, "It won't be safe to leave this late."

Keigo smirked as he rolled over in bed, "You are growing soft on me, Enji. Don't worry I won't tell anyone. However, I do expect croissants in the morning." And then got under the covers, his wings made a small movement to get comfortable.  He could hear Enji's smile which in turn made him smile as well.

 "Well you rest up, I'll be back in a bit." Enji leaned over and kissed the other man on the face before he got up and went to the washroom.  When Enji left, Keigo got even more cuddled in the bed, he wrapped his arm around the pillow and dipped his nose into the fabric. This felt right.

Eventually Enji returned and he cuddled up with the smaller man. His strong arm across his narrow body. He kissed the back of his neck and the blonde melted. Whatever this was, whatever they could call it, it felt right. This felt like home,  even if Keigo had a thing for older men.  He loved his number one hero, and wanted to be a good bird for him.

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Rope Burn

I had the idea so long ago for this one shot and finally finished it! Based on the Janet Jackson song Rope Burn.

Link to the full fic:

Rope Burn - SaiyanMyName - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

“Hmm…”

Endeavor hummed, looking down at you, hands tied behind your back.

“What on earth should I do with you?” His fingers brushed against your lips roughly, pulling at them, tracing possessively around your jaw, palm around your neck as he toyed with the ring of your collar.

You looked up at him, wide eyed, relishing the feeling of the tight, velvet rope around your wrists carefully tied by Endeavor, earlier that evening. His hot hands wrapping it around your skin, slowly, gently… teasing you with each swipe of friction that tickled against your glowing skin, while you sat so perfectly in place for him, his ever-obedient angel.

You shifted a bit, sitting back further on your knees, trying to ease the burning in your thighs. They were wide apart, allowing him a full view of you, every piece of you that belonged to him. It was funny to think he’d almost been shy in asking you for this. There was no shyness to be seen on his face now. He was almost completely stoic… aside, of course, from his eyes.

All it had taken was a soft: “I’d like to try something…” Spoken vaguely through mouthfuls of whatever monstrosity he’d ordered for breakfast this time. It could have been as innocent as the café you’d both sat in at the time. His face was enigmatic at the best of times, but more so now, eyes meeting yours with an intense expression, before returning to take a sip of the drink before him.

That was all it had taken. A “Sure.” A smiling nod of your head and a teasing wink. How little you knew that he would be the one doing all of the teasing.

You were not entirely sure what to expect, actually, he’d been uncharacteristically patient with you, waiting, in the bedroom, fingers clutched around a velvet rope.

“Tonight, you belong to me, my plaything to do with as I please, understand?” He uttered in an unexpected rumble in your ear, pulling your head back to look at him, searching your face for any form of agreement. Your breath left your body along with all of your words as he used only the ring on your collar to pull you closer to him. You nodded.

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pez dispenser debris for the fic ask thing? 👀

As much as this is my “kill no darlings you will get EVERY flashback” fic, there’s overarching sociopolitical backstory explaining why Izuku and the rest of class 3A exploded in the public eye that I don’t think I’ll ever fully fit in.

It’s a combination of it being more of a meta analysis than anything and also requiring information from a perspective that I know will never appear in the fic. Like, the fic still gets the different moments that make up this analysis, but there’s no explicit connecting thread to show how they all locked together to create this sort of global cult following of class 3-A. I almost put in a little fake news article opinion piece that was meant to sort of walk the reader through why society is Like This, but I decided it was too heavy handed and deleted it.

Everything that I’m going to reference has already appeared in pez dispenser debris to some degree, and none of it will ever actually materially impact the plot. They may receive a little more detail down the line if they’re mentioned in passing in the fic, so out of an abundance of caution, I’ll stick it below the cut so people can avoid this, but I don’t personally consider any of this spoilers.

Izuku and the rest of the class are famous in pez dispenser debris in a way that’s pretty much unprecedented for students. Canonically, not even all might had a name for himself until after his graduation. Pretty much everyone from class 3A are public figures, with Izuku specifically being considered a major global figure.

In my mind, there was this perfect storm right during their second year that catapulted them into fame. The class personally has varying levels of awareness of why they got so popular, but there was this perfect cross winds of societal unrest and fear that made them household names.

There was an approximately one month span in their second year where they were just hit one after another with a major firestorms of events: The UA Sports Festival, the Sidekick Strike, and the Tartarus Prison Break/Desertion of Yokohama.

The UA Sports Festival is the one that the kids attribute this most to, because so many of the news articles that followed referenced their performance in it. But it probably gave them less mileage than what the other two events did.

What the UA Sports Festival did was showcase their skills to the world in a venue designed to show them off. The public was already on edge. All Might had retired, crime rates kept going up, and people were rapidly losing confidence in existing heroes. Class 2A made such an insane showing of skill in the second Sports Festival that it made the public rave about them for weeks after. It was extremely reassuring to Japan that they had such powerful heroes in the barrel and would soon be on the streets. But that attention probably would have died down had it not been for the Sidekick Strike and Yokohama.

The Sidekick Strike actually had nothing to do with them. But it undermined the public’s faith in heroes at just the right time.

The Sidekick Strike is just one of those things that I have no POV that would even tangentially be involved in it so we’ll get a few passing references in media clips and it’ll never be discussed in depth. Which is a shame because it’s such an interesting conflict to me.

The Sidekick Strike was heavily inspired by the 1919 Boston Police Strike. Effectively, it was the height of the labor rights movement, and police officers got together and went on strike to get the police union recognized. They had tried to negotiate and negotiations failed, and so they all walked off the job. The city descended into lawlessness, the national guard was deployed, it was a whole thing. Famously, Calvin Coolidge fired the entire police force over it on the grounds that there was no striking from public safety.

I thought it would be really interesting if there was something similar that happened with the sidekicks. The thing is that the heroics structure as it stands really incentivizes abuse towards sidekicks. We have a society where there’s a decent amount of heroes who are only in it for the fame. A not insignificant amount of money must come from marketing deals. And it’s a ranked system, so they’re all in competition with each other.

Heroes wouldn’t be incentivized to showcase their sidekicks—they’d be incentivized to take advantage of them and take credit for their work.

Like, think about the work-study experiences. Momo didn’t even officially work for the hero she studied with. She wasn’t getting paid. An adult woman used her for a shampoo ad. Who wants to bet whether Momo saw a dime from it? It’s probably very predatory because the nature of the system incentivizes predation.

I thought the underlying legal issues would be interesting and complex. Who owns a sidekick’s image—the agency or the individual? Who gets the proceeds of their brand deals? This all would be governed by their employment contracts, and sidekicks just starting out have very little leverage compared to big name heroes. And those heroes would want to keep their sidekicks names small and theirs big. The rankings are competitive, after all.

It’s a situation where I do think that like. The sidekicks would have a point in unionizing. The use of their image, appropriate compensation, and proper credit for their busts would all be like, very legitimate concerns in a normal employment context.

I see agencies like Idaten settling immediately with the union and having their sidekicks back on the street before the day is out. In my mind, idaten is considered the gold standard for sidekick jobs already, and their employees mostly did it out of solidarity with the people they worked alongside of. Like, Idaten was already doing most of the union’s demands and signed off very quickly on the remaining ones. If it was just about the Idaten sidekicks, none of them would have gone on strike, but they had a lot of colleagues who they depended on in the field who were in terrible situations. What were they gonna say, sorry, sucks to be you, I got a great gig though so condolences? These were the people keeping them alive. They went on strike because they knew Idaten would publicly settle before the day was out and set an example for the rest of the agencies. Hopefully it would help other agencies follow their lead.

But that didn’t happen. Some agencies, like Endeavor’s, fired everyone immediately. And I think a lot of agencies spent a long time picking over every line item in prolonged negotiations. It dragged out.

And that went over fucking terribly.

All Might just retired. Crime is up. And their sworn defenders are bickering over who gets what cut of the action figure line. Like I think the public would have fucking hated this in a post-All Might world. It would have seemed like the only real hero just medically and irreversibly retired and the rest of them are squabbling about whose turn it is in the spotlight.

I also think that the villains would have taken advantage of it.

The Tartarus Prison Break in pez isn’t the one that happened in canon. Here, the League of Villains attacked Tartarus and set everyone loose. In the process, they made a very clear stance: they are going to leave with All for One, and they are not going to attack any civilians. They won’t fight at all unless attacked first.

All of the horrible and sadistic villains they just let go have not made the same promise.

They chose to do this now because of the Sidekick Strike. All their heroes don’t give a fuck about protecting them, so they’re strapped for staffing. So they’re taking back their leader and going back to ground, and the heroes are free to immediately go after and contain all those bad bad villains who just escaped. And those guys are headed to the heavily populated mainland, so better be quick.

The whole world knew that was their explicit reasoning and promise. Because Himiko fucking lived tweeted the escape.

The Sidekick Strike took the hit for a lot of the blame, but I do see all the sidekicks breaking strike lines to go respond to the crisis. But response times were severely handicapped by the fact that most if not all of them were cut off from their agencies. It was just a complete systemic breakdown.

And then there became the question of what crisis do you respond to: All for One’s escape, or everyone else’s?

I mentioned in one of the little fake tumblr posts that the Tartarus Prison Break was seen as Endeavor’s greatest failure. And part of that is because he chose to sacrifice the nearby area, Yokohama, to contain All for One.

I am one of the biggest haters of Endeavor’s later arc, specifically because it required going back on the nature of the abuse he had subjected his family to that was already established in canon, but that’s a different rant. This is not canon endeavor. I hate what they did with canon endeavor.

That being said, I do think that the self doubt weighed on him once he became number one. And this was the moment of his career where it really crushed him.

All for One had escaped. So had every other villain from Tartarus. He should go after the most immediate threats. He knew this. It was basic triage.

But they would never have a better chance to stop All for One.

Prisoners in Tartarus aren’t exactly hitting all their macros and micros or training daily. They are not adherents to the Bakugou Katsuki Fitness Lifestyle. All for One was coming off spending the last few months drugged up to his eyeballs and strapped to a chair in a straitjacket with at least fifty guns pointed at him at all times. The man has not scratched his own nose in weeks. He’s weaker now than he’ll ever be again.

It was their best chance.

If he escaped, and he went back to ground, he’d have the time and space to get as strong as he wanted, and then he’d come back for real. And he’d be coming back for everything.

Stopping him the first time had cost them All Might.

And Endeavor simply was not All Might. And he still wouldn’t be All Might when the next fight came.

It really was the hardest decision of Endeavor’s life. He had to admit to himself that his own inadequacy was going to cost them countless lives. But he thought it was a hard decision he had to make. He was losing the battle for the barest chance at winning the war.

So he made the call that all heroes were to respond to All for One. They had to hit the league of villains now with their full force if they were to stand a chance. They could not afford to divide their already sparse forces. They’d respond to Yokohama when AfO was contained.

He was also the one who made the call to broadcast the warning message that we hear in the Twitter post. He thought it would give civilians their best chance. He didn’t want them to act with the expectation of the heroes being en route.

Of course, that meant that the entire city got fucking sirens going off and a message telling them that the heroes were not going to save them. Which, as you can expect, did not do a lot for public morale.

In my head, Tartarus is like, the equivalent to Gotham’s Arkham. It’s borderline an institute for the criminally insane. You don’t end up there unless you did something super fucked, are super dangerous, and have extreme violent tendencies. It’s exclusively for the most dangerous and indiscriminately violent criminals in the country.

The entire world was watching in real time while the tragedy unfolded. A lot of people were livestreaming after the emergency broadcast dropped, because they didn’t want the government to be able to handwave away how terrible their death was, or because they didn’t know what else to do, or because they just didn’t want to be alone. The full expectation was that it’d be a massacre.

But it wasn’t. Because Class 2-A responded instead.

The Class 2-A defensive efforts were discussed in one of the silly little fake tumblr posts and in the fake twitter post. In those, we find out that 1) Class 2-A, along with Lemillion, Suneater, and Nejire responded to the scene; 2) the entire class rolled out of Mirio’s fucking mom van and tamaki and nejire’s cars like they were fucking clown cars; 3) the HPSC claimed it was a legitimate operation blessed and coordinated by them; and 4) a lot of people think this was a lie, in part because videos leaked of Aizawa bitching them all out in the street afterwards. We also see Izuku’s green lightning at the end of the twitter video, showing him responding to the scene just as the first villains hit the mainland.

This fight has a lot of names in the backstory that lives in my head. It’s called the Tartarus Prison Break for obvious reasons. It’s also been called in some circles the Desertion of Yokohama, because of the call Endeavor made.

But it’s also called the Battle of Yokohoma. And it’s ranked alongside the Battle of Kamino as one of the finest acts of modern day heroics. And that’s because of Class 2-A. If it hadn’t been for them showing up, it would have gone down in history as the Massacre of Yokohama.

Like. It kills me that I can’t include the full details of what happened, but there’s just too much to make in a flashback. It’s a fic in and of itself. But it really was the fight that made Class 2-A.

It was the first fight where they were really the only heroes that could be counted on. Granted, they’d had to fight for their lives alone, but this wasn’t just their lives. These were thousands of terrified civilians who all thought they were going to die.

It was the first true test of them as heroes in the world. And they actually rose to the occasion. They didn’t just fight the villains—they realized that they needed to get emergency services working throughout the city if everyone was going to make it. Momo and Tsuyu conducted a mildly hostile take over of the emergency call center so they could coordinate relief. They had fucking Tokoyami and Dark Shadow single-handedly holding the line on the hospital while Kaminari, Shoji, Jiro, and Sato all learned to drive for the Very First Time while commandeering the city’s fucking ambulances. They were fighting and containing villains, performing emergency aid, putting out literal fires, everything. It was the hardest fight of their lives.

There was a hot second where Class 2-A was The Moment. Like. The entire world was watching them during this fight, and they had no fucking idea until it was over. People lost their minds when the first footage made it out of Yokohama of a bunch of teenagers showing up and immediately throwing hands with S-Class villains.

It was global news. Think of the kind of media attention that was received by the search for the Titan, the Tham Luang Cave Rescue, the Suez Canal getting blocked by the Ever Given (rip queen you will always be famous to me), that kind of thing. Class 2-A was fighting for their fucking lives and then found out three days later while they were all still in the hospital that there was a prayer vigil going on in Portugal for them during the battle and CNN had 24 hours live coverage of the fight that had so many viewers it outnumbered the population of Finland. Like what do you even do with that information.

The world expected a massacre. They didn’t expect a bunch of footage of high schoolers kicking the shit out of superpowered murders and personally ferrying the injured to the hospitals they were also defending.

The other part about this fight that really made them permanently part of the public consciousness is that it was not lost on everyone that every single person who responded to that fight did so at the risk of their license.

All of them had provisional licenses, save Lemillion, Suneater, and Nejire, all of whom went AWOL from the explicit directives ordering them to respond to the fight against All for One. The operation could not have been less authorized. They had to steal their gear and jimmy the UA fence to even get out. The explicit plan was to steal one of the UA buses and have Bakugou fucking drive them to the fight (he also did not know how to drive but he seemed the most likely of them to break literally every single motor vehicle code to get them there but still be naturally talented at it enough to not kill them) but Izuku told Mirio what bullshit they were up to and Mirio, who was with Tamaki and Nejire when the news broke, immediately decided he would be on that bullshit too and pulled up in his mom van.

In my mind, there were strict rules around provisional licenses and how they could be used, and they broke pretty much all of them to respond to Yokohama. It would have been grounds to revoke their provisionals and permanently bar them from heroics. Lemillion, Suneater, and Nejire could have all lost their licenses for helping them and for going AWOL.

The HPSC fucking fell over themselves to legitimatize the entire operation. They knew they were utterly fucked if they didn’t. These kids already had murals being painted of their faces in other fucking countries. There was a little old lady in Kyoto livestreaming herself working overtime to embroider Iida’s face onto a cushion because that lovely young man saved her darling granddaughter from *checks notes* horrible and painful death directly caused by the failings of the current HPSC administration. There were multiple trending posts online agreeing to fucking riot if those kids got in trouble for this.

Every single actual hero in the immediate vicinity of this disaster had responded to fight a villain who wasn’t actually attacking anyone. And then they fucking lost. They publicly broadcast a message saying Good Luck Champs Because We’re Not Going To Save You. It was an actual PR nightmare that they had a bare chance of salvaging if they just latched onto these kids like an aggressive parasite and that is exactly what they did.

They totally knew. Actually, it was a joint operation coordinated by and between UA and and the HPSC. Why would the kids be in trouble?? They had responded because the HPSC told them to.

UA gave it a week of dead silence and then issued a short statement praising the bravery of their students in a recent HPSC approved mission, and then they never said another word about it. They didn’t have any choice but to go along with the HPSC’s story. If they contradicted them, all of class 2-a would find their licenses pulled by the end of the day, and lord knows they wouldn’t wait for the court of public opinion to work its magic and would just all go out and become fucking vigilantes, because why not. Aizawa has aged 100 years since he got this class. Every single day he thinks of how it was a 50/50 shot between him and Vlad.

No one in the class is fully aware of just how famous they were in the immediate aftermath, because the school bent over backwards to try and shield them from it as much as possible. Like, they have an idea, but none of them saw the full explosion firsthand because of just how hard the school worked to keep it from them. Aizawa confiscated the internet router and told them it was punishment for whatever the fuck they did to the buses (thank god Mirio was just as crazy as them because they were NOT GOOD at hotwiring cars) but really it was to try and insulate them from it a little bit. Like. Japan’s Imperial Family wanted to do an official visit. The White House offered to host them. They received interview requests from every major talk show on the planet. Buzzfeed wanted to do a puppy interview with them.

Right now, Aizawa’s terrified for Midoriya’s graduation, but in the aftermath of that, he was breathing into a paper bag about all of them. Society had sort of latched onto them like they were the last life raft on the titanic. All for One was back, and All Might wasn’t, and the heroes had publicly broadcast a message saying they were useless, but don’t fucking worry, fifteen year old Iida Tenya is on the case. Society will be upheld by Kaminari Denki, currently viral for driving a real life city ambulance one hundred miles per hour down the street while screaming “WEE WOO BITCH.” And don’t forget the pillar that will be Mina Ashido, who rushed over to him earlier that day to show him her extra sparkly pink nails. And if you have a major fight that needs to be won? Don’t fucking worry, just send out bone-breaking boy wonder Midoriya Izuku and his equally reckless brother Toogata Mirio, because their dumbasses managed to take down an S-Class villain team that only All Might could defeat the first time around. Don’t worry about the multi week hospitalization they needed after, because that’s an acceptable burden to put on children.

When Aizawa started this job, he promised himself he would never send a student out to die. Some of them would die. But it would be tragedy, not damnation. He’d have given them their best chance. Part of the reason why he made that promise was because he sort of felt like his teacher sent him out set up to die, and it’s only luck that he made it through his first couple of years.

He has gone to the funeral of every single student he has ever had who did not make it. He goes back to their graves every year.

He was fucking petrified after Yokohama that society would push these kids too far too soon. Every single one of his classes before them had gotten the benefit of being practically unknown their first few years. They didn’t have the world talking about them like they were already the top heroes. He was terrified they wouldn’t have the space to learn and grow when they started.

A lot of teachers would have tried to mine the notoriety of Yokohama to hard launch their students’ careers. Aizawa told Nedzu point blank that he would quit tomorrow if he did not help him quash this thing as much as possible, and nedzu agreed.

This world killed its real heroes. It sucked them dry and left them like All Might, and he just needed fucking time. He needed fucking time to let them be kids and maybe they’d survive.

Izuku ended up being the one who escaped the aftermath of everything the least. His Quirk was too much like All Might’s for the world to let go of him easily.

And then Stain got fucking dogpiled by idaten in the aftermath of the Tartarus prison break and implied he considered Izuku the only true hero in the absence of all might and everyone started asking super inconvenient questions like “how does stain even know you exist” and “no really he called you by your actual legal name how does he even know that” and it just. It didn’t help things. Izuku’s suffering.

So yeah. There was just this absolute collision of a total lack of faith in current heroes combined with a huge swell of public trust in class 2-a that led us to being in the landscape we are now. All of the currently licensed heroes said that they wouldn’t be there to save the public, and then Class 2-A immediately hit back that they would be there. Actually, they’ll risk everything to be there. They’ll die to protect the public and they’ll risk the entire future they had been trying to build and they will fucking be there to save them.

There’s a lot of people that never forgave the heroes for deserting Yokohama. And there’s even more people who have absolute faith in Izuku and his classmates because they didn’t. That’s why the world is watching them so aggressively. These kids are the most trusted heroes in Japan right now.

I wish I could fit in more about what happened, because I love this backstory so much, but 1) some of it absolutely requires POVs like Endeavors, which we won’t get in pez dispenser debris, 2) there’s no one POV that could tell the full story via flashback and 3) it’d just be too long of a divergence. Like. It really is a whole fic of its own. I’d love to write it one day but I probably won’t have the time

[harukamitsuki]

Ugghh been consuming some bnha stuff and I'm reminded of why I largely prefer fanfiction over the actual story. I have so much hate and pettiness within me. Even so, I am never going to change my mind on how much I hate how bnha is just an amalgamation of wasted potention. Search the definition of wasted potential up and there's just an image of bnha.

I remember watching it as the first season was coming about because it was made by Bones and I just have to watch it in that case. I watched episode one and was so excited.

We have our mc, Midoriya Izuku, being powerless in a world full of quirks.

His childhood friend turned bully, Bakugou Katsuki, is shown to be favoured by literally everyone and this feeds into his ego.

All Might, the number one hero, is jaded and powerless for 21 hours of the day because of a fight nobody knew existed. Izuku is attacked and helpless, but saved by All Might. All Might tells him he can't become a hero. A much needed reality check because Izuku didn't work out a single bit before then and it's so incredibly hard to fight someone who has something you lack.

Then Bakugou is attacked and helpless. Bakugou, who is so much stronger and who people love, is left useless, only able to make the situation worse with his explosions creating a fire hazard. The pro-heroes can't do anything. All Might and Izuku both hate themselves for the part they played and how useless they are. Then Izuku sees how scared Bakugou is. He runs in, inspiring All Might as he mocks himself for breaking Izuku's dream yet forgetting the core of heroism.

Then, after all is said and done, All Might goes back to Izuku. And he tells him he can become a hero.

...

Then he offers him One for All. Now, when I was watching this for the first time, I was so disappointed. You set up a powerless mc in a world full of powers and you just give him the power of the strongest hero? Great. But, I kept watching.

I watched Izuku work to get his power, struggle even after getting a quirk. I watched as Izuku finally stood up for himself and win against Bakugou. I watched as the series went on and I... I started noticing more and more missed opportunities.

See, bnha is supposed to be a zero to hero story. It's supposed to be about the mc going from powerless to powerful. But it does it so quickly. Suddenly, it's not about Izuku finding his own form of strength, or realising how being quirkless may not give any advantages but it also has no disadvantages, or even any commentary on quirk discrimination or fantastic racism or anything.

It turns into a story about controlling your power. It's not what I signed up for.

That's just one missed potential. There's so many more. Horikoshi clearly tries to make some commentary on quirk discrimination and female heroes/sexism in the workplace and entertainment over peace. There's some effort put into making a comment on how heroes are glorified and people don't see them as public workers, they see them as celebreties.

But it's never delved into. We don't see how bad people with mutant or 'villainous' quirks are treated, and we don't see how people with weak quirks are treated, or how the quirkless are treated (because the only reason Izuku was treated so horribly was because of Bakugou). We don't see how female heroes need to have a bit of allure in their personas to have any sort of support.

Yuuei is literally a camp for making child soldiers, yet there's no controversy over it? There's no such things as heroes having to take lethal action and no moral dilemmas over it? There's nobody speaking out about how Midnight flirts with students?

We have literally no information about how heroes work. We don't know how their salaries are decided, how they're ranked, how undergound heroes work. if twilight heroes are a thing, how anybody but Rock Lock feels about bringing children into adult matters, (seriously, why do people hate Rock Lock for being rightfully worried about having 15 year olds in a raid against the yakuza), we don't know how villains work and how to decide if one's a criminal or a villain.

Heck, the only laws we know of are fanon, and the canon stupid idea that you can't use your quirk in self-defense.

It's just. Incredibly infuriating.

Also, analysis as a whole is so under-utilised. Both Izuku and Shigaraki are deemed creepy for their analysis, which is such a useful tool. I mean, Izuku accurately guesses Stain's quirk, which is useful because, otherwise, they wouldn't be wary about Stain licking their blood or cutting them. Shigaraki accurately guesses the time intervals between Aizawa's blinks, which helps him a shit ton.

But is it ever used outside of these situations? No. The thing is, quirks are scientific in nature, not magic. Therefore, they're not restricted like magic is. Fire doesn't always have to be fire, it can be smoke or just heat. Ice can be water or steam. Acid can melt through anything or just be used as a mario kart banana peel.

There was so much missed potential and that's exactly why there's so much fan content.

Horikoshi leaves so much out, and everything he misses tends to be the interesting parts. He willfully explains Bakugou's quirk in detail, but everyone else? Nah. Fuck them.

I mean, let's look at Ochako's quirk.

Gravity negation. Or is it? See, if it were just gravity negation, then two things, in particular, would happen. First of all, Izuku would have fucking died when she saved him from falling. Second of all, she would not have been able to get infinity in the ball throw.

Negating gravity does not negate the forces. Therefore, when she saved Izuku from falling, he would have still been affected by the force of his fall. It would have been no different from hitting the concrete. Additionally, when she threw the ball, it kept going. Air drag would have made it so that she couldn't possibly get an infinity.

More accurately, rather than force negation as some fanfics suggests, she's telekinetically accelerating whatever she touches. She telekinetically accelerates Izuku's body to stop him falling, and does the reverse for the ball, making it so that it continues to accelerate after she throws it.

See what I mean? Because Horikoshi gave Bakugou's quirk a scientific explanation with him sweating a nitroglycerin-like substance and being able to spark it, you have to look at every quirk with scientific knowledge. He could have said 'oh, yeah, I store energy from my quirk in these gauntlets' but Hori just had to be a smartass.

By the way, because of Bakugou's explanation, it's possible that his quirk is not what is named. Yes, it's possible to have two sides of a quirk, as we see in Shouto, but Bakugou's quirk isn't explained in the same way.

Rather than his quirk being creating explosions, his quirk is more like creating sparks in his palms. Why? Well, you see. Bnha never delves into actual quirk theory, but there's more than enough canon evidence that you have one main quirk and then one or more quirk mutations. For example, Ashido Mina's quirk is secreting acid that she can manipulate the acidity and viscocity of. Her appearance is not related to her quirk at all, meaning it's a quirk mutation from her parents. Same with Tokoyami Fumikage. Quirk is Dark Shadow, so there's no need for the bird head.

Why does this relate to Bakugou? Let me explain: Bakugou explains that he recieved a mutation from his parents with his mother secreting glycerin and his father sweating acid with combustive properties. In other words, Bakugou inherited nitroglycerin-like sweat from his parents, but his actual quirk is being able to create sparks.

His quirk is 'Sparks'. Not Explosions.

Why am I ranting about this? Because bnha completely misses all of this! It makes no sense which is a shame because the concept is so interesting! But then it throws away any scraps of potential left when it becomes 'My Kacchan Academia'.

Seriously, why do people and why does Horikoshi love abusive pieces of shit so much? Why did he throw away the potential to look into Shouto and his siblings' feeling about Endeavour? Why did he make Dabi's plot all about Endeavour instead of Shouto?

It's so easy to compare the ways Dabi and Shouto handle their trauma and their ways of revenge. It's so easy to look at Dabi and think about how easy it would have been for Shouto to become like him.

Shouto was transfixed on Endeavour. Everything he did related back to his hate for Endeavour. Using his quirk, fighting, grades, social interaction, everything. His only reason for becoming a hero is to spite Endeavour. It's only because Izuku reaches out to him and saves him from his own toxic mindset that he's able to move one and do things for himself.

Dabi, or Touya, on the other hand, doesn't get that. He doesn't get that person who recognises how far he's gone, how, in trying to spite Enveavour, he's living a life centred on him. How he's jealous of his little brother for being abused and tormented.

While Shouto became a hero to spite Endeavour, Dabi became a villain.

They're both full of hatred at first, but Shouto is saved from that spiral. Izuku helps him. Dabi doesn't have that. It would have been so interesting to see these two face of as parellels, but nope. It's all about Endeavour. Shouto is nothing more than an accessory.

I understand Dabi being hung up on Endeavour, but to outright replace Shouto with the abusive flaming trashbag? No.

Also, if Horikoshi wanted Dabi to be seen as sympathetic or redeemable, don't make him kill innocent people. Don't make it so that he unlocks an ice aspect to his quirk in a life-or-death situation because all that means is that Endeavour was right to hurt Touya the way he did. All that says is Endeavour should have hurt him more.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BAKUGOU.

This piece of shit bullied Izuku relentlessly for years, used his quirk on him (yes that is canon), told him to end his life, tried to assault him in Yuuei, tried to kill him, threw a tantrum at an abused kid for not being magically okay with using a quirk that reminded him of his abusive father, assaults Izuku when he tries to work together but still magically gets a pass for being carried out unconcious which Sero was failed for, and the list just keeps growing.

Oh, but my bad. He has a sad backstory. You see, he fell in a river.

[rarepears]

Endeavor and Rei were really a drunken night in Las Vegas gone wrong and Enji is so embarrassed by this that he would rather people think this was a planned quirk marriage than two dumb drunk teenagers (who don't count as teenagers anymore but still feel like teenagers since they were just 18 and 19 years old) hitting up Elvis on a dare, English skills gone to the winds after two cups into the night meaning they didn't understand what was being said but they scribbled next to the X on the marriage license, and passing out in the hotel lobby floor together.

[maryaandmorevna]

what would dabi and y/n do on chrimtas if they were a relatively normal couple engaged to each other by Endeavour

okayyy, so I've been struggling with writing the next Plunders of War chapter (I hoped it would be done for PoW's anniversary buuut :( )

So, this Christmas short is my attempt at apology...you can see it as an unrelated Dabi x reader or the same reader/different AU where she's not Shouto's classmate.

🎄Embers Of Us 🎄

(Pro-Hero!Touya x reader)

tw: none really, touya's jealousy and teeth rotting fluff (yes, i warn you), English is not my first language

The invitation had come in a neat, crimson envelope - one of those outrageously expensive velvet papers. It bore the unmistakable insignia of the Todoroki family, perfectly pressed and unmarred.

Touya had stared at it for hours, turning it over in his hands, before mentioning the damn thing to you.

His father wanted you both to come to the Todoroki estate for Christmas. It had been years since Touya had set foot there, and he’d vowed never to return.

Yet, you'd made those eyes at him, begging him to consider that he'd met all of your extended family and you hadn't met any of his. Not his father, of course, you couldn't care less about a man who gave Touya such an awful, gaping hole where his heart was.

But his mother, surely you wish to see your mum, Tou -, his sister and brothers too.

So now here you were, standing on the doorstep of the house he once called home. You knew his father was a wealthy man, but the sheer size of this place put you into veritable shock.

You and Touya weren't struggling by any means, both rising young heroes, but this was a whole other level of opulence.

The grand door opened to reveal Shouto, poised and polished as ever. Touya gritted his teeth. Just fuckin' perfect. Shouto.

Father's masterpiece. His final and greatest work. The moment Shouto became a pro he soared through the ranks, landing at number two - just the place where his abominable father had been years ago. But Endeavor was now retired, busying himself with grandchildren he was allowed to see. Fuyumi's three. Natsuo, from what Touya had heard, had never let the old man meet his twins.

Shouto was number two for now, but one day -

Touya scowled.

“Touya. It’s good to see you,” Shouto said with a small nod, his eyes briefly flickering to you. “And you must be—”

“I know how to fuckin' introduce her,” Touya's interjection came out as a snarl. He immediately felt your hand slip into his - grounding him as an anchor would, to the sturdy ground despite the voracious sea lapping at his temples.

He cleared his throat, muttering, “This is y/N. My... girlfriend.”

Younger Todoroki's expression remained perfectly settled and you had to wonder was he a really accomplished actor or did he not perceive Touya's resentment.

The warm glow of the thousands of flickering Christmas lights and elaborate decorations did nothing to dispel the bile rising in Touya's guts.

Dinner was formal, filled with carefully chosen words and pointed silences.

Endeavor sat at the head of the table, his presence looming large even when he barely spoke.

Shouto, - ever the dutiful son, a fucking puppet -, filled the silence with updates about his work and the state of hero society.

Touya mostly pushed his food around the porcelain plate, ignoring the apologetic and unbearably tender gaze his mother was giving him, sneaking glances at you instead, as another fear, unknown to him until now, began to lap at his ribcage.

Fuyumi bustled in with a tray of cocktail drinks, and hugged you as if you knew each other for years.

"I'm so happy Touya has found you." She beamed.

You realized she fussed over everyone soon enough.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Touya,” she said softly, her eyes misty. “It’s been too long.”

After dessert, Endeavor excused himself - perhaps noticing the way his eldest's hatred still burned as brightly, and the conversation loosened slightly.

Shouto turned his attention to you, asking questions about your interests, your work, and how you and Touya had met.

Touya’s grip on his wine glass tightened and his quirk brimmed underneath his skin. He glared at the faint burn marks decorating his wrists and knuckles.

By the time you all moved to the sitting room, where the fireplace crackled invitingly, he was plummeting straight over the vertiginous edge. This was a mistake. His family had not even changed, and he found everything unpalatable. Natsuo was ignoring him, apparently hurt by Dabi's - his hero name - inability to keep in touch with his younger brother.

Touya peered at you perched on the plush sofa and went rigid.

You noticed. You always noticed.

When Shouto stepped out to take a call, you moved closer to Touya, gliding your delicate fingers over his forearm.

“Are you okay?” Your tone was as soft as sponge cake. Did you think he was fragile? Did you think his brother was so, so, so strong and-

He scoffed, turning his gaze to the fire. “Why wouldn’t I be? This is great. Shouto’s great. Everyone’s great.”

You must think so too, not some unknown number 135, but soon to be at the top.

“Touya...” You murmured, voice laced with concern.

He looked at you, the muscles in his jaw ticking. “You can say it, you know. He’s perfect. No. 2 hero. Endeavor’s pride and joy. Everything I’ll never be.”

Huh?

You had to blink several times to even follow his febrile line of thought.

When you did, your brows knitted together, your palms cupping his face, forcing him to gaze at you.

“Stop that. You’re not him. It doesn't matter. You’re you. And you’re everything to me.”

Touya swallowed hard, his throat seizing. “What if I’m not enough? What if you realize that he’s—”

“I won’t,” you interrupted firmly. “I barely even met him, don't tell me you're jealous of -hello-. How could you think that? I wouldn't change you for anyone. ”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he let himself lean into your heavenly touch.

It wasn't until you're both walking home, you cocooned in a warm coat and him in his navy turtleneck - he was always too hot for a coat, that Touya dared to continue your earlier tête-à-tête.

"I don't want to lose you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I don’t want to be someone you look at and feel... disappointed."

You shook your head, your hand squeezing his.

"You won't lose me. Especially not over something that’s just in your head."

He closed his eyes again, the words falling through his muscles like a knife through butter. Touya shivered, feeling your presence fill the empty space between his ribs, where shadows gnawed and gnawed and gnawed.

"I find you enough, you know." You shrugged. "With those baby blues and your voice, and ah remember when you tried to flirt with me - that was hilarious, and you are very handsome, not to mention you are sometimes even funny-"

"Shut up." He grumbled, staring pointedly ahead, his cheeks flushing scarlet.

And for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to believe it.

He was enough.

For you. For himself.

Fuck Shouto though, that little bugger won't meet you again.