#endeavor mha

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ The Assistant.

✩ endeavor x assistant!f!reader

we all want to have him as our boss and fuck him, right?

✩ warnings & tags: it’s endeavor and im writing it, so you know there’s a bunch of hot sex involved. size difference, small age gap, creampie, pussy smacks, oral, semi-public sex, domination, established affair (enji’s seperated, but not divorced), implied sadism, breeding (possibility of a child).

there you were, underneath your boss’s mahogany colored desk; shoving his fat, can shaped cock further down your throat. eyes watering as he fills your mouth to the brim.

the number one hero tried his hardest to not throw his head back and let out a groan, while you devoured his cock. but, the way you handled his balls and sucked him like he was a cherry tootsie pop; made it harder for him and he quickly let out a thick load deep into your mouth.

a loud groan left his throat and his thighs quickly clench around your head; almost suffocating you while he cums. your eyes roll back into that pretty little head of yours, while a small yet powerful orgasm runs through you and he finally lets his thighs relax; making you release his cock from your pretty stretched out mouth.

a string of his cum mixed with your spit dribbled out of your mouth as you looked up into his icey blue eyes, smiling with satisfaction since you took his cock and fallen babies so well. he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his torso, leaning down to kiss you; his leftovers mixing into his mouth.

“such a good girl for me.” he praised, biting your bottom lip before he pulled away; eliciting a whine from you. he zipped his softening cock back into his pants and helped you get up from under his desk, handing you a kleenex so you could clean your fucked face; before returning to your desk outside of his very spacious office.

you had been working with the number one hero for quite some months now. he had needed an assistant with this big promotion and from hundreds of recommendations, he hired you. and from that day on, something in him lit up and he decided to make you his dirty little mistress.

you knew Enji was married, since he still wore his wedding ring on his finger, but you didn’t care. his martial status meant nothing to you as long as he continued to pump you full of his cock on a daily basis. call it wrong, but that’s just how you felt.

waving at burnin as she passed by your desk and entered your office, you signed into your laptop and started going through your emails and looking over your boss’s calendar book. until, your phone chimed with a text from endeavor’s personal number.

it was a photo of his clothed bulge with a message underneath it.

- still hard. come let daddy drill this cock in you.

his dirty message made you clinch your thighs together and you quickly replied.

- i would if i could, got to reply to these emails and you’re still talking to burnin. how about i send you a video of me playing with myself, instead?

he quickly liked the message and you giggled. you quickly looked around to check if anyone was coming, before you held your phone up and spread your soiled panties to the side, dipping your fingers in between your drenched lips.

your stifled a moan by biting yours lips, thinking about what happened prior to this, making you cum within seconds. you rode out your orgasm and ended the video, hitting send; before you started typing on your computer again. you knew he would watch the video with his sidekick in his office, volume low along with the brightness. and a few seconds later, the blazin haired hero walked out & relayed that endeavor wanted to see you.

on cue, you walked right back into his office; notebook in hand and quickly closed the dark oak door behind you; before walking up to his desk. you watched as his muscles flexed and protruded through his black velvet sweater, while he pressed play to watch your sexy video once more.

“so pretty and wet for me…look at her clinch around nothing…so sexy~” he turns the phone so you could see, making your face hot and your thighs press together.

“you’ve got a meeting in a few mins,” you reminded, just in case he got a bright idea. and just like you thought, he did.

“get back under this desk and take daddy’s dick while they all pile in here. and if you make a peep, there’s going to be hell for you~” you knew he was serious from the way that he spoke, with your body acting on its own; you found yourself following his orders and dipping underneath his desk again.

you turned your clothed ass towards him, arching your back so he could plunge himself into you with ease. he unzipped himself from his corduroy confinements, freeing his throbbing fatness. he pushed up your skirt and ripped your panties off of your body, before pushing his swollen tip towards your tight entrance.

and as you backed yourself up onto his cock, his employees apart of the meeting came piling into his office, sitting on the black loveseats he had inside. you covered your mouth with your hands, smothering the moans that left your lips as his cock stretched your gummy walls to fit around him.

you would never get used to his sized, you felt like he would get bigger each time he fucked you, pushing your walls past its normal limits.

he did his best to control his facial expressions as he began talking about how they’ve been monitoring and controlling the nomu outbreak, while you fucked him.

your were now passing the pain threshold that came with fucking the number one hero and was now welcoming pleasure. you were more aroused than usual, thanks to the state that you were in. fucking your boss in a room with other’s, unbeknownst to them. pussy becoming wet with each glide around his cock, betraying you by making a squelching noise that could be heard by them.

but, endeavor was quick with putting on a video for them to watch; deafening the noise your pretty girl decided to make for him. you turned your head slightly, catching his gaze while you pushed your self deeper onto his shaft; mouth opening like a bitch in heat.

as you bounced your ass against him, your slick coated pussy became too slippery for his dick and he slipped out of you; causing a gush of air to flow out. an employee turned to see what that noise was, but when he saw endeavor’s stoic face, he quickly turned back around and continued to look at the video in front of him.

endeavor turned his attention back to you and gave you a look; pushing his cock back into you along with his thumb pushing into your other hole as punishment for making too much noise. you bit your finger tips so no one would hear you squeal, the next erotic sensation forced your mind to go dumb.

the way he fucked your cunt to his liking, pushing himself deep inside you where his tip kissed your cervix and rubbed your gspot with ease, made you unfold. eyes rolling back to the whites, cunt queefing with each movement; before he pulled himself out of you—replacing his finger in your ass with his cock; resting above your tighter hole. his own orgasm splayed out on your ass, jerking slightly as it pooled out from his tip.

you caught his eye once more, you could read the look on his face; he was far from done.

“meeting’s over,” he clicked off the flat screen tv, making all his employees look at him.

“but sir, we haven’t discussed—“

“get the fuck out, now” they weren’t trying to argue with him, quickly grabbing their things and leaving his office. it was without a doubt that they were afraid of him and no wasn’t the time to prove that. as the door closed behind the last person, he reached down and grabbed your hips, his cum dripping down between your cheeks as a result.

you sat on his lap, cock ghosting your entrance while he held you there, “didn’t i say you were going to get punished for making a peep?” his voice deep and serious, making you swallow the slight fear he gave you.

“im sorry—” you felt like your body was melting once he pushed himself back inside your cunt. how was he still hard? his libido always superseded yours. he didn’t let you adjust, his stiff dick bullying your hole with each pound, fucking you dumb once again.

“all ways so tight for me. god, i can’t stop fuckin this cunt” he sent a smack to your clit, causing you to jolt and clench down harder around him. he groaned at the sensation, sending another one to your sensitive bud. your soft mewls were like music to his ears, his dick throbbing repeatedly inside of you; he couldn’t wait to cum inside.

enji’s big hands reached around your chest and ripped your button up to shreds, buttons popping off and flying onto his big desk.

“enji!” you whined and he sent another smack to your clit, correcting you.

“daddy! I don’t have anything else to wear” you moaned when he pushed his cock further into you, cream slowly coated his base. he slowed his stroke down, making you whine once more. he loved hearing you call him daddy, it drove him insane.

“ill have someone bring you another one from the company’s closet. now be a good girl, while l finish fucking this pretty pussy of yours.” his speed picked up once more and he was drilling himself inside of you. he let out some groans, one more primal than the others as he creamed your pussy full of his babies.

he didn’t stop his movements after cumming either, pistoning his cock deeper inside of you; making your orgasm come down harder than the last. he made you squirt, hard, pushing his cock right out of your pussy—splashing his leaking head and his dark desk.

picking you up with his big hands, he stood you on your feet; legs wobbling from the amount of stress that was put on it seconds ago, before he bent you over his desk. his huge frame towered over your smaller one as he pinned your arms behind your back, pulling your skirt all the way down to your ankles and deepening your arch; just so he could re-enter you once again.

your ass rippled against his clothed pelvis, cream and slick sticking to the soft fabric, as he fucked you. you turned your head and was met with a picture of his estranged family and you couldn’t help but moan. taking someone’s husband’s cock in his office every day, knowing someone could walk in excited you. you were made to be his cock whore.

he gripped your wrists, arms bruising slightly from his grip while he pounded you relentlessly. you were cumming and so was he, the way his balls twitched and his stroke became rougher—you were going to be a good slut and take his last load.

“let me stuff you full of my babies again. want you pregnant with my seed~” you were so dizzy with cock, agreeing to his wish, drooling against his desk; while ropes of his cum flowed into you and your own orgasm erupting inside of you. you could see stars like one of those cartoon characters as you came, his dick slowing down inside of you; before he pulled out of you for the last time.

with a smack to your ass, he zipped up him pants and pulled you back into his chest; pressing his lips to yours; another way he dominated you.

“ill go get those clothes from the closet. put this on and stay here. also, when i get back clear my schedule; taking you back to my place so i can hear that pretty girl speak to me again~”

[stormcallart]

Heat Wave

[incorrect-endhawks]

Endeavor: Fuck, I cut my finger.

Hawks: Let me kiss it so you can feel better!

Endeavor: How does it help?

Hawks: Whenever I got hurt my mom would kiss it, it really works.

[Later]

Endeavor: Natsuo, I need you to punch me in the mouth very hard.

Natsuo: Finally—

[cherryblossombankai]

Summary: Years after the final battle, a retired Endeavor moves out of the city. You are working as his new housekeeper, and you begin teasing feelings from him that he didn't expect. Word Count: 5,025 Warnings: lots of talk about feelings, enji and rei talk about the past, all around there's some mention of past abuse and such, enji has a prosthetic arm, unprotected sex, smut with feelings (lots and lots of feelings), fem!reader, she/her pronouns for the reader, age gap relationship (reader is implied to be the same age as Fuyumi) Tag Lists: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @hinomasumi, @renjis-wife

The dream had never changed. Deep down Enji knew his family would never truly be happy with his presence. He had tried to shake off that feeling for Fuyumi’s sake at least. Of all in the Todoroki family, she was the only one who seemed at peace with fate forcing them all together again. All she’d ever wanted was a happy family, but this was not a happy family. It never was, and it never would be. 

When Rei asked for a divorce, Enji didn’t fight her on it. He’d been living alone in the old house with the ghosts of the past for the better part of two years anyway, and she deserved a chance to be with someone good. Someone who would see her gentle strength for what it is, and savor her. The last time she’d come by to make sure he had food, he’d finally gotten up the nerve to put a stop to that as well. 

“Do you come here because you want to or because you feel you must?” he asked her, his voice gentle despite the raspiness it had acquired. Gentleness, something he never imagined himself practicing. 

“Somewhere in between, I suppose,” her voice was unsteady. 

“I don’t want you to tie yourself to me any more than you want to. I have more than enough money to hire help,” he sits back against his chair and stretches out his legs. They’re still sore and stiff, but he can stand on his own again, but he still uses a cane sometimes. “You should be using this time to do things you want to do. You shouldn’t worry about me.” 

Rei sits down beside him. “A man asked me out,” she confessed with a flush on her cheeks. “I suppose it’s difficult to imagine not being married anymore. I know the divorce was my idea but—”

He doesn’t have to hear the rest to know where she’s going with this. She’s worried if it was the right choice. Despite everything she’s worried about if he will be okay when she moves on. More than anything, she’s worried about stepping forward with a new relationship.

“Is he good to you?” Enji asks. 

“Y-yes, he’s very nice. We met at the library.” 

“That’s good. Do the kids know?” 

“No, I wanted to make sure you were truly okay with this before things progressed.” 

“Rei, all I want is for you to be happy.” 

“I am happy,” she admits sheepishly. 

She feels guilty to an extent. Guilt is an emotion Rei has never quite been able to get over but she has slowly learned not to misplace it anymore. So much of what went wrong was out of her hands, or she’d done her best but living with Enji was certainly living with an unstoppable force. There had been a brief moment in time when it felt like they were at peace, but it hadn’t lasted long. It almost feels like she just imagined things were better than they were. But she remembered the flush on her cheeks the first time he kissed her deeply and held his face in her hands so delicately. She remembers how he fumbled with the clasps on her lingerie on their wedding night then apologized when she winced the first time they were together. 

It seemed like almost overnight the gentle cradling of his hands turned into harsh slaps. The gaze that seemed concerned about hurting her when they were intimate became fierce with determination and rage. It had all fallen apart so quickly, and there was no way to pull it back together. It had taken him quite literally being beaten within an inch of his life for him to see the error of his ways. Still, they’d all paid the price. 

“You should find some way to be happy too,” Rei breaks the silence. “I know you think you deserve to be alone forever atoning, and maybe you do, but everyone who loves you wants to see you happy.” 

Enji furrows his brow, “No, I don’t deserve—” 

“Being miserable for the rest of your life won’t change the past,” she sighs softly. “And over the last few years, we’ve all seen the change in you. Even Natsuo asks about you sometimes.” 

“I have been thinking about leaving the city,” he admits quietly. “This house is much too big for me, and I just…I want quiet.” 

“I think that sounds nice,” she smiles softly. 

“I found a little place,” he fumbles through his pockets for his cell phone. “Well, Keigo —Hawks— found it for me,” he explains as he pulls up the house listing. 

 Rei takes the phone from him and looks it over. The house is a small two-bedroom in a tiny town known for its therapeutic hot springs, which are conveniently within walking distance of the house. She can see why Keigo would consider it for Enji.

“It looks nice,” she says as she flips through the photos. “Enough room for you and…Someone special.” 

Enji snorts softly, “Ah yes because everyone is on the market for a broken-down hero.” 

“Why not? You’re still handsome,” Rei giggles. “You could meet someone.” 

“I’ll consider it.” 

The weeks pass slowly. With Keigo’s help, Enji closes on the house. Over dinner he’d announced to Shoto and Fuyumi he was moving out of the city. He had texted Natsuo as well to let him know, but he didn’t expect an answer. He just didn’t want Natsuo to feel neglected anymore. He wants Natsuo to know that he’s always on Enji’s mind just like the rest of the children. He’d gone to the hospital to visit Touya as well and tell him the news, and also assure him he’d still be coming to visit him. Touya, who made a miraculous recovery due to some uncovered research from Garaki’s lab, had taken the news worse than Shoto or Fuyumi had. 

“You’re running from me?” Touya had croaked, his voice just starting to recover. 

“No, nothing like that Touya.” Enji’s cane taps across the floor as he comes closer to the glass looking into Touya’s chamber. 

It seemed like yesterday Touya was locked in a tank, but now he’s able to have a proper bed. His skin is growing back slowly due to the regeneration cells used in his treatment. The doctors said within a couple of years he’d be healed, albeit with some scarring.

Enji places his hand on the glass, “Perhaps when you’re ready, you could come live with me.” 

“You’d want that?” Touya looks up at him, tears brimming in his blue eyes. 

“I’d love that,” Enji smiles softly. 

Touya comes to the glass and places his hand over Enji’s. “Save a room for me, yeah?” 

“Always.” 

With all of that settled, the day came for him to move. He was a little nervous. Keigo and Shoto, to his surprise, came to help him move. Fuyumi did as well, but she spent a lot more time worrying about him being far away. No matter how many times he reminds her that he’s only a short train ride away, close enough for him to come to the city every day if he wants, she still worries about him being lonely. 

“I know how you are,” she says as she follows the guys outside as they load the moving van. “You’re liable to just lock yourself in the house and not talk to anyone for days.” 

“Well, don’t worry too much about that. I hired a housekeeper,” Keigo speaks up. 

“You did what?” Enji frowns. 

“Yeah, she’s a real nice girl.” 

“Oh! That sounds nice,” Fuyumi grins. She and Keigo share knowing looks that Enji picks up on, but decides not to say more. The last thing he wants to do is encourage this behavior. 

Once the moving van is packed up, Shoto and Fuyumi offer to drive it to the new house. Enji rides in the car with his driver. 

You’re already at the house, using the key Keigo had given you to let yourself in. He had told you that you would be working for Endeavor when you were hired. Many of the housekeepers he’d interviewed walked out the moment he revealed the identity of the client, but you had remained level-headed. 

“He is still trying to atone for his mistakes,” Keigo had told you. 

“He helped save the world,” you smile kindly. Keigo was pleased you remembered that. “I suppose the least I can do is keep the house clean and mind my own business.” 

He’d hired you on the spot, and now you find yourself getting the house ready for him to move. Keigo had even sent you some money to go buy some basics for the house. You may or may not have taken some liberties. You were putting together a bouquet on the porch when the moving van pulls up and is followed soon after by the car. 

“Oh, shit,” you mutter under your breath. You hadn’t expected him to be here today. You stand up quickly with the flowers in your hand. 

You see Shoto and Fuyumi first, they hop out of the moving van. You wave to them, noticing how Shoto seems a little shy when he waves back. Fuyumi smiles softly and walks up to introduce herself. 

“I’m the housekeeper,” you explain after introducing yourself. 

“It’s nice to meet you! It’s good to know someone will be around to help him and stuff,” Fuyumi sighs happily. 

For some reason, her attitude has you expecting a feeble old man to emerge from the black car. Instead, the man who emerges is instantly recognizable as a former number-one hero. He’s tall and still broad as though he works to keep in shape despite his forced retirement. The only hint of his injuries is his cane and the few scars he has on his face. 

“Hello, Todoroki-san!” you smile softly as you come down the steps to introduce yourself to him. He greets you with a kind smile before looking at the flowers clutched to your chest. 

“Are those for me?” he asks uncertainly. 

“Oh! Uhm…Yes!” you lie and hold out the unfinished bouquet. 

He chuckles softly as he takes the flowers and blushes. He’s never been gifted flowers before. It makes his heart flutter in a way he didn’t expect. “Thank you.” 

“I hope you don’t mind, I’ve been cleaning inside to get everything ready for you. Takami-san gave me some money to buy some things for the house.” 

“I see,” Enji sighs softly. Of course, Keigo would make sure you take on the role of a lady of the house. He feels embarrassed at the idea of Keigo putting in so much effort just to hook him up with someone. 

“I bought a few groceries, and of course, some cleaning supplies and Takami-san said you didn’t have much for decor so—” 

When Enji opens the door to his new house, it almost looks as though you’ve moved in. It’s what Keigo had told you to do, start some decorating to make it feel like a home. Enji notices the pretty rugs and floral tapestries you have on the walls. He looks down at you, raising his eyebrow. 

“I can take it down if you don’t like it,” you blush. 

“It looks nice!” Fuyumi says as she walks in behind the two of you. 

“Heh, it’s pretty,” Shoto smirks and playfully nudges his dad. 

“It’s fine,” Enji groans before taking the box Shoto is carrying from him. 

“Would any of you like some tea?” you offer, hoping to break the ice. You feel a little silly now; already being here when he arrived, having decorating…It didn’t matter if Keigo encouraged you to do it, you feel foolish. 

“Tea would be nice,” Fuyumi says as she follows you in the kitchen. Shoto goes out to get more of the boxes out of the moving van. 

“Todoroki-san, would you like some too?” you ask. You can’t help blushing when you realize he’s putting your flowers in some water. 

“That’d be nice, thank you,” he responds. 

While you’re making the tea in the kitchen, he sets the flower vase on the kitchen table. Then he and Fuyumi go to look around the house. He notices right away how much effort you’ve already put into it. Everything is spotless and there’s a few touches here and there that show you’ve tried to make it more comfortable. 

“She seems nice,” Fuyumi comments to him as they step onto the back porch to look around at the garden. 

“She does,” Enji agrees nonchalantly. 

“Very pretty,” she adds. 

“Oh, want her number?” Enji offers, wholeheartedly sincere in his words. Ever since Fuyumi came out to him, he’s been doing his best to be as supportive as possible. 

“Not exactly what I was thinking,” Fuyumi giggles. She looks in through the door to make sure you’re not close by. “I was thinking you should ask her out.” 

“You have to be kidding me! She’s the same age as my children!” 

“So? If she likes you and stuff,” Fuyumi giggles. 

“Absolutely not!” he insists.

“Sorry, sorry,” Fuyumi giggles. She leans against the door frame as Enji looks at the potted plants you placed out. “It’s a good thing she decorated. You wouldn’t have thought to do it.” 

“She could’ve waited until I asked,” he grumbles under his breath. 

“Well, your feathered friend is pretty persuasive,” Fuyumi reminds him. 

Within a few hours, it’s only the two of you in the house. You’re busy unpacking boxes when he sees everyone off. His body is a little achy, as it always is after a full day of activity. He wishes he still had his youth some days, but then again he’s grateful for the clarity he’s found in his age. 

“You should rest,” he says softly as he walks into the living room where you’re fussing with the curtains. You’re not quite tall enough to get the rod on the hook. With ease, he reaches over you and fastens the hook. You smile up at him before straightening the curtains. 

“I should at least make your bed before I leave,” you insist. 

“No, really, that’s not necessary.” 

You giggle as you look up at him, “Sure it is! Where will you sleep if I don’t?”

“I’m capable of making my own bed,” Enji blushes and steps away.  

“Yeah, but I get paid to make your bed,” you argue playfully. 

He rolls his eyes at you, “Fine, fine. But then I want you to go home and I don’t want you coming in too early.” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t overwork myself,” you brush past him and make your way to the bedroom. 

He follows you, although he’s not sure why. He leans against the door frame and watches you dig the sheets out of the box Fuyumi had helpfully labeled ‘linens’ and begin making the bed. The thought suddenly crept up on him that you might be the first woman to be in his room in years. He turns away quickly and walks away. 

You notice him stomping off, but of course you don’t know why. You hum softly as you make the bed then throw the pillows on it. 

“Todoroki-san, should I make you something to eat before I leave?” you ask as you breeze into the kitchen where he’d been taking solace from what your presence was starting to do to him. 

“N-no,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Call me Enji! You don’t have to use honorifics.” 

“Oh,” you blush deeply. You’d spent all day wondering if you should’ve called him Endeavor-sama or Todoroki-san and now suddenly he’s permitting you to call him by first name. Yet he won’t turn to look at you and he seems so damn eager to get out of your presence. You clear your throat and when he turns around, you’re bowing at the waist. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.” 

Enji feels like he’s going to melt. He shakes his head and comes closer to you, placing one hand on your shoulder to guide you to stand straight again. 

“You haven’t,” he assures you softly. “I’m sorry…I didn’t expect…you.” 

“Oh? Did Takami-san not tell you I was going to be here?” you blush. “Did you not want a housekeeper? I’m so sorry! I must have seemed crazy all day—” 

“No! No, listen it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here to help me,” he lets out a sigh. “I just meant you’re very…Uhm…” His words fail him completely. Pretty? Yeah, sure you’re quite pretty but he can’t tell you that. Nor can he tell you that it’s been ages since he was close to a woman besides Fuyumi and Rei, one of which was his daughter and the other his now ex-wife who he never deserved to be close to in the first place. “Fuck,” he growls and turns away again. 

“How about tomorrow we can start over?” you suggest shyly. 

“Start over?” 

“Yeah,” you come closer to him and place your hand on his back. “It’ll be good.” 

“Alright, that sounds good,” he agrees. 

True to your word, the next morning you come into the house with a fresh smile. You don’t even say anything about the awkwardness from the day before. You make cheerful morning conversation, and as Enji sits at the kitchen table drinking his coffee and watching you cook, he can’t help wondering if anyone in his family was ever this content in his presence. Does he deserve this feeling now? Maybe he’s a desperate old fool, but he admires you. You’re sweet and funny, even towards him. You aren’t graceful all the time, but you are confident. Even when you mess up, you giggle through it in a way he’d never be able to imagine. 

As the days go on, he becomes even more of a fool for you. He can’t help it. 

He finds himself at the grocery store and passing the flower section, he considers buying you some. He remembers you had a bunch of daisies in the house and he realizes they must be your favorite. He picks up a bouquet of them, but then changes his mind at the register only to then change his mind right before paying. 

He comes home to the sight of you sweeping off the front porch. You were wearing a pair of corduroy overalls that hugged your curves in a way that had made him bite his lip when you first arrived this morning. He notices your bare feet. This morning your hair had been down, but now you have it pulled into a messy updo. He’s always liked long hair. Rei had grown her hair out as his insistence, but he’d been thrilled when she cut it off after their divorce. She was healing. 

“How was the grocery shopping?” you ask as he comes up the steps. 

“Good,” he grumbles and shoves the flowers at you. His cheeks are flaming red, and he doesn’t look you in the eyes. 

“For me?” you giggle. 

“Y-yeah, take them home,” he rushes past you. 

You watch him go into the house, and you smile softly to yourself before going into the kitchen behind him. He’s putting away the groceries when you find a vase to put your flowers in. 

“My roommates would probably just knock them over, so I think I’ll keep them here,” you explain as you set the flowers on the counter. 

“Roommates?” he asks. Although you’d talked a lot about yourself, you’d never mentioned roommates. You also never mentioned a boyfriend or girlfriend. 

“Oh, yeah. I had to get some roommates to help cover the bills,” you shrug. 

“Is Keigo not paying you enough?” he asks and he’s already fishing into his pocket for his checkbook. 

“He’s paying me plenty,” you insist. 

“How much do you need?” he opens the checkbook and places it on the counter. 

“Really, it’s okay!” 

“Just tell me,” he presses on. 

“Enji, stop!” you snap. His eyes come to meet yours. He can see right away that you regretted taking such a tone with him, and he has to fight down his own pride wanting to lash back out. 

“I was trying to help,” he growls softly.

“I know, but it’s fine,” you insist. “Lots of people my age have to have roommates. We’re not all heroes making bank.” 

He watches the way you force a sad smile before turning away. It had been his desire only to take care of you, but of course, he always pushes too hard and breaks the things dear to him. 

The rest of the day is quiet, and for the first time in months, you don’t stick around for dinner.

He’d been shocked the first day you called out of work. You told him you weren’t feeling well, and just needed to rest. He’d been sure to keep up with all your chores for you so that you wouldn’t be overburdened when you returned. But then you called in for a second time, then a third. 

It was almost a week before you finally showed yourself again. This time you weren’t smiley and happy like before. Your brows were furrowed as he sat down at the kitchen table in front of you. You’re staring into your coffee trying to get up the nerve to slide the envelope across the table to him. 

“What’s this?” he asks, pointing to the little cream envelope. 

“It’s…My two weeks notice.” 

“Your what?” his eyes widen and he wants to pretend he’s not hearing this. Fuck, you were the only thing that made him want to get out of bed most mornings. 

“I just think maybe I shouldn’t work for you anymore, Todoroki-san.” 

“Why?” he feels like his chest is being ripped open. “Because of the money thing? I am sorry about that! I didn’t mean to…” 

“It’s not that,” you sniffle back some tears. “It’s really not that.” 

“I see,” he looks miserable. “Is it me? Did I offend you?” 

“No! No, nothing like that.” 

His hands are shaking as he tries to find something, anything to make you stay. He doesn’t want to lose you. Just thinking that you would walk out that door today, and he would never see you again, he felt like dying. 

“Don’t go,” he pleads. His pride be damned. 

Little did Enji know, you were leaving because you’d fallen for him. It happened so suddenly that you hadn’t even realized it. Everything had just fallen into place, and every time you came to work it felt more like coming home. All of his little quiet gestures, like buying you flowers and making sure to keep your favorite tea around even though you only told him once which one you liked best, had made you feel like maybe he felt the same way. When he’d offered you a check, you’d felt like a commodity instead. It had made you wonder if he only did nice things to keep you around. But now…He’s pleading. You never thought you’d hear Endeavor plead. 

“I just think it’s for the best,” you whisper before standing up. You grab your purse to leave before you lose your nerve.

Enji rushes to his feet. The kitchen table is pushed aside as it just becomes an obstacle keeping him from you. The effort of pushing it sends a sharp pain through his back. At the same time, he takes his first quick steps towards you, he falls to his knees from the nerves in his back searing with pain. Still, his hands reach for you, grabbing at your skirt. He’s fought through worse pain than this. 

“Don’t go, please don’t go. I’ve been alone…For so fucking long,” he pleads, not caring how foolish he looks. “I know I’m a stupid man. I’ve made mistakes, and I fucked up because I couldn’t just tell you…How I feel…” 

“Enji, let me help you up,” you whimper as you try to pry his hands off your skirt. He wraps his arms around your legs instead. 

“Don’t go,” he pants softly and he nuzzles his face against your thighs. “Stay with me, just…Stay!” 

“Enji,” your hands are gentle in his hair as you lower yourself onto his lap. You kiss him softly on the cheek before hugging him tight, burying your face in his chest. “I…I love you…” 

“Oh…oh…” he wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you against his body. His nose is in your hair, taking in your scent and his hands are kneading at your sides. “My precious girl…” he gently kisses you. The taste of your lips makes his blood run hot, and you can feel the heat rising on his skin. 

Everything else is forgotten now. He may not have told you he loves you, but every touch proves it. The way his tongue is slow and tentative against yours, his hands are gentle yet insistent as he touches you. He keeps your body pressed close to his, not wanting to part even a little from you. Even his moans, the first time you grind against him, are so incredibly desperate. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks between kisses. 

You nod eagerly and he pushes up your skirt. His thick fingers brush against the wet spot on your panties, making you moan softly for him. Months of shy smiles and lingering touches culminated into this hunger neither of you can contain any longer. 

He pushes your panties aside carefully and begins rubbing your slit carefully. His hands are a little shaky, it’s been so long since he’s done anything like this. Already his mind his in a daze.

“Is this good?” he asks. 

“Y-yes,” you pant softly and spread your legs a little wider for him. 

Every moan he manages to draw out from your body makes his cock twitch in his jeans. The outline of his cock is finished off with a thick, sticky splotch of precum on leaking through. He feels needy, feral even. Your walls are hot on his fingers, making him hunger even more to be inside of you. 

“I need you,” he growls as he pulls away from your kiss. 

He can’t be bothered to take the time to do this properly. He needs you now, and he can tell by the look in your eyes that you need him too. 

“I need you too,” you whisper. 

He pushes you against the kitchen cabinet, only making space enough between your bodies for him to open his pants and push them just past his ass. Then, he’s hovering over you once more, guiding your legs around his waist. You only get the quickest glimpse of his cock and the dark red patch of hair at the base before he’s pinning you against the cabinet and pushing into you carefully. Your arms wrap around his waist and your hands rest on his ass. 

“F-fuck,” you whine as his girth stretches you past anything you’ve felt before. He knows he’s big, huge even, and that’s why he’s going slow despite every instinct to slam into you. 

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans softly. 

He clings to your body like he never wants to let you go. He works his way into your warm walls and pauses so you can both acclimate to the feeling once he’s bottomed out. 

By the time he starts his pace, he’s rutting into you like a man gone wild. His face his buried against your chest, his mouth drooling and biting at your tits through your thin shirt. He loved that you didn’t wear a bra, he had noticed it from day one but didn’t want to be a pervert. Now he’s leaving saliva stains right on your shirt from biting at your nipples. 

“You’re fucking perfect, so perfect,” he pants as he fucks you. “Love you, love you, love you…” he emphasizes every declaration of love with a deep thrust. 

You can’t even make a coherent thought come out of your mouth. You can only moan and cry his name in blazes of ecstasy. It’s music to his ears, knowing he’s managing to bring you to this state. You don’t even manage to warn him when you cum on his cock. The pleasure takes over your senses completely. He can only tell by the way you grind against him and your walls clench so tight around his cock that you’ve reached your peak. His nails dig into the meat of your thighs as he feels himself reaching his climax. 

“Shit shit shit,” he grunts. “Do I…fuck…pull out?” 

Your hands grip tighter on his ass, “No, please!” 

His eyes roll back in his head as he quickens his pace. His hips snap frantically, and he shakes when he reaches his peak. You’re filled and then some with his seed. It’s dripping out even as he continues to fuck it into you. 

Finally, he slows himself to a stop. You’re limp and weak in his arms. Your head rests on his shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” he asks as he rubs your back. 

“Mhm,” you hum sleepily, your eyes fluttering closed. 

He carefully holds onto you as he stands. He manages to hold you with one arm long enough to pull his pants up. They hang loosely from his waist as he carries you to the bedroom and gently lays you down. 

“Rest,” he whispers and kisses you quickly. “Let me take care of you.” 

“Will we do it again?” you ask as you watch him dig through his drawers for a shirt to dress you in. He didn’t realize until now that he’d ripped your clothes. 

“You don’t regret it?” he asks as he carefully undresses you only to slip a black sweatshirt onto your body. It’s big on you, and he loves the sight of you in his clothes. 

“Not at all,” you smile softly. 

“Then, we’ll do it again,” he promises. “Next time, I’ll go slow. I’ll make love to you like you deserve.” 

“Mm, sounds good,” you giggle as you snuggle up on the bed. “Nap first though.” 

“Yes, yes, nap first,” he agrees.

[sickly]

redraw of a scene for endhawks. they're retired & tryin'

[loveriotss]

I have a special request if you’re up for it

imagine the reader is Shoto’s best friend and has a very powerful Quirk, so Endeavor tries to arrange a quirk marriage, but the reader’s parents refuse. Skip to years later, Shoto and the reader are in a queer-platonic marriage and do have kids, but they’re all adopted.

please, and thank you

OUR HAPPY ENDING ⸻ shoto todoroki

SYNOPSIS — after endeavor tries to arrange a quirk marriage for his son shoto with you, a powerful quirk user, your parents refuse the union. years later, shoto and you are now happily married and have built a family through adoption, finding happiness and fulfillment on your own terms. INCLUDES — gn! reader, slight angst, fluff, one-shot, 2.2k words WARNINGS — endeavor being a bitch

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

the mahogany door creaked open, revealing the vast expanse of endeavor’s opulent office. his desk gleamed under the high ceiling lights. the light filtering through the high windows cast long shadows, adding an air of formality to the surroundings. the room was a monument to his relentless pursuit of perfection and determination to become number one: polished wood panels, black leather couches surrounding a table in between the room, framed certificates and trophies, each a symbol of his relentless pursuit to excellence.

with your parents by your side, you entered the room feeling tense. behind his desk stood endeavor, a towering figure of authority in a spotless uniform. his gaze was a mix of expectancy and sternness. standing beside him was shoto, who’s eyes met yours. you couldn’t discern what he was thinking but you didn’t have the time to figure it out either as shoto shot his eyes to the ground, almost as if he were guilty of something.

endeavor motioned for you and your parents to take a seat, his gesture seeming more as a command than an invitation as he and shoto took their seats across from you all. you looked at your best friend again, hoping to read his eyes once more but he seemed to keep his eyes purposely glued to the table in between the two of you instead. said table had cups of coffee, a few snacks and an ominous looking document on the side. you peered at it slightly, trying to figure out the contents of it before your mother nudged you slightly, making you quickly regain your posture.

“thank you for coming,” endeavor began, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “i appreciate your time today.”

endeavor’s sharp eyes moved from one person to the next before finally resting on you. your body felt rigid and your heartbeat quickened but you made sure to not break eye contact.

“what is this about, endeavor?” your father asked, his voice steady but edged with cautious anticipation. his posture was firm, hands clasped tightly in his lap.

endeavor leaned forward slightly. “it concerns your child and mine, shoto. as you know, shoto’s quirk is incredibly powerful, but its full potential could be enhanced through a strategic partnership.”

his eyes shot to you once more, “and your child..has an equally exceptional quirk. both theirs and shoto’s quirk together could produce remarkable results.” 

you felt your heart plummet all the way down to your gut. you glance over to shoto, who has realized it too, his eyes widened at his father’s words in disbelief. surely he couldn't be suggesting...

your mother’s eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of confusion and suspicion. “partnership? what exactly are you proposing?”

“a quirk marriage,” endeavor said plainly. “your child’s abilities complement shoto’s in ways that could be highly advantageous. think of the possibilities — a union that could benefit both families and the society.”

you shifted in your seat, feeling a wave of discomfort. so you were right, he did want to propose a quirk marriage. the air around you felt suffocating, the idea alone of being arranged into a marriage based solely on quirk compatibility felt deeply intrusive. how heartless could endeavor be? you were certainly not in the dark of how he treated his kids based on their quirks and the horrible things that the entire family had to go through because of his selfishness. and now he wants you and shoto to go through the same thing? 

you stared ahead and shoto didn’t look any better than you did. his face was broken out in cold sweat, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at the side of his father’s face. 

“i’m not sure i understand. are you suggesting that we should get married simply because our quirks are compatible? could you remind me what era we are currently in?” you snarl at endeavor. 

endeavor’s expression was unwavering. “this isn’t merely about personal preference or romantic inclinations. it is about creating the strongest possible legacy. your quirk is powerful, and with shoto’s, the potential for impact is significant. your bloodline could create extraordinary quirks along with ours.”

fury boiled from the depths of your body, you opened your mouth angrily to speak back but your father beat you to it. 

“we refuse. you must be out of your mind if you think we would force our child into this business contract of a marriage.” your father’s expression remained stoic, but his eyes were fiercely sharp. 

endeavor’s demeanor hardened slightly, though he maintained his composure. “refusal is..unwise. i strongly advise you to reconsider. think about the long-term benefits for everyone involved. this isn’t just a matter of personal choice but of contributing to the greater good. the potential benefits are too significant to overlook.”

shoto, who seemed to have regained his composure, finally spoke up. his voice was firm, though mixed with a hint of unease. “i don’t want this. i don't want the things that happened between you and mom to happen between me and y/n and i definitely do not want what happened to big brother touya to repeat. i want to be able to make my own choices about my future.”

endeavor’s gaze shifted to his son, his brows knitting together in frustration. “shoto, you must understand. this is about forging a path that will leave a lasting mark on the world. think about the legacy you two could build together.”

you took a deep breath, drawing strength from the support of your parents and the determination radiating from shoto. “shoto’s right. our lives aren’t pawns in some grand scheme. we both deserve the freedom to make our own choices and to shape our futures.”

your mother places her hand over yours, squeezing it reassuringly. “our choice is final, we will not agree to this arrangement. our child’s future is not to be dictated by silly things such as quirk compatibility. we will not allow it.” she says, her voice firm and unyielding.

the room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the decision hanging heavy in the air. endeavor’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing with irritation. “i see. very well. i trust you will reconsider, but for now, we’ll end this discussion.”

and with that, you and your parents stood up to leave. shoto’s gaze met yours. there was a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in his eyes, but his stance was resolute. you give him a weak smile which he manages to return.

as you leave the office, the tension of the meeting slowly began to lift. your father placed an arm on your shoulder, offering you a smile as you all walked towards the exit.

years had passed since that tense meeting with endeavor. the memory of his proposal, so forceful and impersonal, had faded into the background of your life. the pressure and expectations from the past had given way to a different kind of relationship with you and your best friend shoto — one that was meaningful and uniquely yours.

shoto and you had formed a queer-platonic marriage, the bond you two had defied traditional definitions yet perfectly suited your needs and desires. it was a relationship built on deep emotional connection, mutual respect and an understanding that transcended conventional romance.

the decision to marry took a lot of thought and consideration. you both did not want to have a marriage that would please endeavor and his cruel ideas. you both knew that if you two had children of your own, no doubt the child would have an extraordinary combination of both quirks. 

if this would have happened, endeavor would have surely gone and done something that would’ve ruined your peaceful lives. so you two had decided to adopt instead, and that was the best decision of your lives.

your home was a cozy and bustling space, filled with warmth and signs of daily life. the walls were adorned with family photos and colorful artwork created by your children. the entire place was a mix of comfort and creativity, a testament to the hard work and determination you and shoto had to build the life you have now. 

the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the soft hum of a lullaby playing in the background. the melody was soothing, a calming presence in the midst of the household. you were busy preparing a late lunch for everyone, your movements practiced and fluid as you chopped vegetables and arranged sandwiches on a platter.

between your legs was you and shoto’s two year old daughter, hana, who you two had adopted just a few months ago. she had the most gorgeous brown locks paired with charming black eyes. she held onto the hem of your clothes, peering curiously at your actions, the lollipop in her hand practically forgotten. 

you smile, looking down at her. “hi hana, wanna help me with lunch?” you ask her, patting her head softly. she nodded her head furiously as she held out both her hands for you. you pick her up, placing her on the counter and carefully keeping the lollipop away before she drops it. she looked at the food plattered, a sparkle in her eyes. you grin to yourself, happy to see that she’s finally out of her shell. 

meanwhile in the living room, your three older kids were sprawled on the floor, focused on a particular task. there were building blocks scattered across the carpet with shoto in the corner who was engaged in an intricate game with them. they all were together, creating a structure with the blocks. a sprawling castle complete with towers and walls was taking shape under shoto’s patient guidance. his face was lit with a warm smile, a rare and treasured sight.

you watched from the kitchen, a smile appearing on your face too. you carefully placed hana on the floor again as you began laying out plates, glasses and utensils on the table. 

you set it with the sandwiches, salads, a batch of cookies and two pitchers of juice and water. “lunch is ready!” you called out. the kids scrambled from the floor, excitement bubbling over as they eagerly took their seats. your seven year old twin boys are the first to plop down on the seats beside you, mouths practically watering at the sight of the lunch you had prepared for them. “did you two wash your hands before sitting down?” retorted your ten year old daughter as she raises her eyebrows at her little brothers who flash her a toothy grin before racing off to the bathroom.

“thank you mimiko” you say, gently caressing her hair as you place a few sandwiches on her plate. hana on the other hand was in shoto’s arms, babbling in broken language as he gently places her on a baby seat. 

the boys, whose hands were now clean, sat on their chairs as they held out their plates for some of your sandwiches too. you serve them before finally placing sandwiches with a side of salad on you and your husband's plates. shoto busied himself by pouring cups of water and juices for everyone and cutting up pieces of bread for hana to enjoy. 

now that all the kids had food on their plates, you and shoto finally sat down, your hands brushed against each other, a simple, affectionate gesture. you give each other a small smile before beginning your meal and starting up a light conversation. 

“i can’t believe how fast they’re growing up,” you remarked, looking at your kids. they were a diverse group, each with their own background and story, but they were united by the love and care that you and shoto had given them. “it feels like just yesterday we were bringing them home for the first time.”

shoto nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at the children. “i know. they’ve brought so much joy into our lives. it’s hard to imagine what life was like before them.” 

as lunch winded up, you and shoto decided to take the kids to the park, a favorite family outing. the sun cast a glow over the playground as the children ran ahead, their laughter ringing through the air, while you and shoto followed at a more leisurely pace, pushing hana's stroller along. 

you both sat at a bench nearby, keeping an eye on the kids while also relaxing together, fingers interlocked. little hana had also seemed to wriggle her body out of the stroller and waddled off to play with her older siblings. 

as the sun began to set and the park started to empty, you gathered the kids and walked back home, the day coming to a close.

the house was now silent, only a few shuffles and snores heard as you and shoto sat together in the balcony, the cool night breeze hitting your faces.

in the stillness, you turned to shoto, a smile playing on your lips. “you know, despite everything, i wouldn’t change a thing. this life we’ve built together—it’s exactly what i’ve always wanted.”

shoto’s gaze softened and he returned your smile. “i feel the same way y/n. we’ve created something truly special. it’s more than i could have ever imagined.” he gently grabs your hand, placing a small kiss on your knuckles before whispering. “this is our happy ending.”

NOTE — this was a longg fic to write but honestly i really enjoyed it! went a bit overboard with the timeskip but i think it's really sweet! i didn't give names to the boys so you guys can decide that! also can you guys tell i suck at giving titles 🧍.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[sadplaguedoctor]

holding you, holding me

⤷ enji todoroki x fem!reader

summary: No one said being a hero would be easy. Especially not with the title of Number One. Endeavor’s worked to the brink and comes home to his wife, doing what she can to comfort her husband the way he deserves.

tags: crossposted on ao3, fluff, domesticity, enji and rei are divorced and his children no longer live with him, hurt/comfort, nudity, no smut, sharing a shower

ao3 version

The bed creaked in protest under Enji’s weight as he sat on the end with a sigh, knees spread apart allowing himself to rest his forearms against them. His eyes were downcast towards the carpet as he stared at his feet.

Work had practically killed him today. For some reason, every villain within a 30-mile radius seemed to want to wreak havoc all at once. Of course, he knew as a hero, he didn’t get to complain.

He knew what he signed up for the day he decided to follow in his father's footsteps and join this line of work. He knew what he’d go through to bring safety to his country.

But still, he yearned for a break.

Feeling the mattress dip under your husband’s weight, you pushed yourself up to sleepily crawl towards him. This wasn’t a rare occurrence for you, seeing him come home late with shoulders as tense as boulders.

It never got any easier, having to wait here and watch him work himself to death, unable to take away his burdens. Not to mention the change in emotions. Enji was already a stoic and reserved man, but with all these immense stressors baring down on him, he became essentially emotionless.

Your knees pressed against Enji’s lower back, your covered chest following suit so you were able to gently bring your arms over his shoulders and connect near his pectorals.

“Bad day?” You questioned in a quiet voice, not wanting to disturb him with unnecessary volume.

Enji’s shoulders dropped slightly with a deep release of breath, the tension and stress he had been holding onto all day struggling to fade even with your comforting touch. His aching muscles reluctantly stretched when he brought a hand up to carefully hold onto your wrists, keeping your hands near him.

“You have no idea,” he muttered.

“It’s just one thing after another— I’m so damn tired.”

His stress was even evident in his voice, appearing deeper and huskier than usual.

You pressed your lips comfortingly on the back of his neck, resting your head there for a long moment for you both to soak up the physical affection. Your arms gently tightened around his broad shoulders— a consoling attempt at soothing him with reassurance that you were there for him, both physically and emotionally.

On bad days like this where Enji grew frustrated and closed off, it was best to let him decide if and when he wanted to open up. Therefore, you didn’t pry any deeper. That was his decision to make and his alone.

You knew his journey of self betterment wasn’t easy, especially considering all the guilt and pain he holds within himself— you did the best you could from an outside point of view to offer support on his terms.

“M’ sorry,” you murmured against his neck, your lips growing warm from his body heat.

At the press of your lips against his neck, his muscles relaxed and he allowed himself to lean back into you. The way your biceps flexed instinctively over his shoulders assured him that he was safe to melt into you— fully trusting you to hold his weight as you had done many times over. He stayed in this position for a few moments, eventually opening his eyes and leaning forward with a sigh.

“I think I’ll take a shower,” he finally spoke, his voice less strained than before, “care to join me?”

“Mhm.. course,” you hummed as he pulled away— his hand letting go of your wrists, allowing you to drag your hands back over his shoulders and give them a gentle squeeze before removing them altogether. You used Enji’s shoulder to push yourself off the bed and make your way over to your shared wardrobe.

You grabbed a clean pair of sweatpants for your husband to wear after his shower and folded them up, placing them next to him on the bed so he could easily change when he came out.

“Ready?” You asked, bringing him out of his thoughts by placing a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently caressing over his stubble— eyes kind as they stared into his from where you stood between his spread legs.

In your eyes, Enji saw the most love and adoration he had ever seen anyone look at him with. It was a strange sight, accompanied by the unfamiliar tightness in his stomach. It worried him at first.

Love was a foreign feeling for him and he accepted early on in his life that he would most likely never feel it, and just as easily, never receive it. But then you appeared. So suddenly and unexpectedly. You taught him how to feel and that it’s okay to feel in the first place.

Despite everything.

His eyes traveled up your frame as he reached forward, a large calloused hand gently resting on the curve of your hips. His thumb brushed back and forth on your smooth skin, the smooth texture somehow working to bring him back to reality.

“Yeah,” he responded quietly, tilting his head into her hand briefly, relishing in the affection he was starved of for so long. With a final squeeze to your hip, he guided you back so he could stand to his full height and stretch his tired bones.

A smile spread across your face, watching him grunt and groan when his back popped.

“Careful, old man,” you teased him, “we wouldn’t want you breaking anything.”

This earned a well deserved glare from over his shoulder, something you couldn’t help but laugh at. At the beginning of your relationship, you couldn’t imagine joking with him like this. He was still somewhat closed off when you met.

But now, you don’t need to worry about a filter for your words. He loved every bit of you, including the bold way you spoke.

Once you both made it into the master bathroom, you turned your back to Enji and began taking off your jewelry whilst he turned on the water and set the temperature.

The only reason it wasn’t scalding, was because you were here. Not everyone can withstand molten.

“Come here,” you said softly, turning to face him and holding your hand out, palm up. His hand fit into yours like a puzzle piece despite the difference in size. You complimented each other in a way.

Slipping off his wedding band, you set it next to your own on the counter— making sure to place it in the decorative jewelry dish by the sink. You had lost an earring down the drain once before, so now neither of you took any chances.

The next few moments were spent undressing with interrupted glances at each other’s bodies. You both knew that sex was out of the question tonight as he was too exhausted, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t admire the beauty your husband presented.

“Is that new?” You asked, pointing to a never before seen scar right on his elbow— almost completely out of sight.

”Yes. I think it was a month ago from the villain who could manipulate metal,” he explained calmly, knowing you were just worried about him.

He wasn’t used to that either. Even after being together for this long, he wasn’t used to being fussed over. He was raised to take care of himself and that worries like these were pathetic. He silently thanks his children every day for teaching him differently.

You as well. Oh, what would he do without you?

”Well, I’m just glad you’re alright,” you replied with a smile, brushing your hand over the scar. Yes, you worried over him. It was only natural— but he could handle himself, and if there was something seriously wrong, he would tell you.

You trusted him like no other.

During your shower together— you held him in your arms before any washing could partake. The water beat down on his back while the warmth of his body made up for the lack of steaming water on yours.

You washed his hair for him, and helped him scrub his back and his arms while he rinsed out the shampoo from his hair. Then he did the same to you.

If someone had told Enji that he would have a chance to experience this level of domesticity and affection years ago, he would’ve never believed them.

Probably accusing them of being a villain. Poor hypothetical citizen.

Enji dressed himself in the bedroom while you stayed in the bathroom to take care of your hair, running the blow dryer for a limited amount of time so as to not be too loud and disturb the peace.

Once you were finished, you folded your towel and tossed it into the hamper along with yours and Enji’s clothes. You didn’t shy away from being nude around your husband— not having any reason to. You were both adults and have seen the ugliest parts of each other. Why not show off the beautiful?

“Let me help,” Enji’s deep voice finally reached your ears when he watched you approach your lotions sitting on top of your dresser.

“It’s okay, honey. You don’t have to,” you spoke to him reassuringly, really not wanting to make him feel entitled to help you. He was way more stressed than you have ever been, he deserved to rest.

“I want to.”

His assurance was firm— he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“You’ve done so much for me, it is my turn to return the favor.”

That was one of Enji’s flaws. He always felt like he had to pay people back when they offered him help, even if he never asked for it. He didn’t like feeling like he was in debt to people. He wanted to help. His job was to help. Not be helped.

A small smile spread across your lips and you nodded once to him, giving in and accepting his offer.

He ended up on his knee before your spot at the end of the mattress— insisting you settle your foot against his lower thigh so he could rub the lotion into your legs more efficiently.

His hands were strong and heavy upon your skin. His warmth combined with the rare softness the lotion gave him was almost heavenly.

While you were nowhere near as active as he was, you still spent your days on your feet— ending them with your calves sore and thighs slightly burning— and not the good kind of burning.

It was then that you realized the reason Enji had offered to do this in the first place. He knew that. He notices the way you lean against the kitchen counter when you think he isn’t looking. He knew how sore you were because he saw those same mannerisms in himself.

”Oh so you’re sneaky now,” you said in a mockingly accusatory tone, rolling your eyes at the way he glanced up at you— giving you nothing but a sly smile to go off of.

Either way, you were stuck now. The roles have been reversed and there was no fixing it until he decided he was finished.

Admittedly, being under the covers with Enji could sometimes be a pain— considering how warm he was. But it was a cold night tonight. Cold enough to give you a perfect excuse to huddle up in your husband’s strong arms and hide your face against his chest.

It was intimate, in a sense. The lights were off, only having the occasional glare of moonlight through the window— legs and arms tangled with Enji’s low breaths and hushed snores adding ambiance.

The sounds of him did wonders in lulling you to sleep. You even believed the calm atmosphere to affect your dreams.

You haven’t had a nightmare in years.

Thanks to Enji.

ignore if this seems a bit rushed, because it sort of was when i first wrote it. it was a personal comfort thing that i decided to post last minute </3

[diamond-okami]

Endhawks 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[iixch]

☆ iixch production

Dirty Luxury •pt.1•

Synopsis: It’s not the most honorable source of income, but being ProHero Endeavor’s Sugar Baby gets you the money. Now as he’s sporting you around, you’re bound to catch eyes, you even meet someone who genuinely wants your. But it’s unheard of to come out of the flames without burns. Will you?

<Enji Todoroki x Reader> < (Eventually) Katsuki Bakugo x Reader>

warnings: swearing

You glide the mauve lipstick over your lips as you watch yourself in the vanity, hair and makeup done. You looked flawless, you had to be, he expected you to be.

Message: I’m sending my car in twenty minutes. Be ready by then, sweet girl.

You sigh reading the message, and move to put on your shoes, a gift from him previously, Yves Saint Laurent, these shoes alone were enough for three months worth of rent. Money. The need for it really made a person desperate, but it seemed those who had more than they knew what to do with were just the same, desperate.

As you stand on the six inch heels and look at yourself in the full length mirror, you appreciate the sight before you. The jewelry that adorned your skin, the quality of the dark burgundy materiel of the flattering and elegant Tom Ford dress- yet you lived in a small flat, with chipped paint on the walls, lifted wood planks, on the not so great part of town.

You had to scoff.

No little girl dreams of being a man sexual fantasy just so she can afford the luxury of education; lucky for you, you had a pretty face. You’re in your third year of college and the student debt and bills aren’t going away, but the money is. You’ve been a sugar baby after in your first year of University you realized you weren’t going to be able to make it to the next semester.

You’ve had a hand few of sugar daddies, all disgusting men, you’ve tried to avoid the ones with wives (you on no account wanted to be a home-wrecker) but men lie. Cheat. Steal. It couldn’t be avoided, especially in your type of business.

Message: Car’s out front, don’t keep me waiting.

You peer out your window, a black sleek jeep Range Rover waiting outside. You give yourself a one last glance over, pleased, you grab your bag and head down to the street. The driver opens the door for you and as you slide into the leather seats, you see a gift bag, signed your name- well not your real name, your work name. Asta.

As the car begins, you grab the gift bag and peer inside. Red leathery lingerie. There’s no note, the implications are obvious.

You put up with this, will all of it, because they pay was not just well, it was extraordinary, but not just that. The designer clothes, the Michelin star restaurants, the exposure and connection to people of wealth and power… these people may be scum, but hell, do they know how to live.

This man particularly was scum.

But oh, did Mr.Scum please. For example, tonight is a charity gala, and as the pretty piece of arm candy you are, you get to reap all the benefits of the event.

The car stops in front of a very traditional Japanese home, it may seem traditional, but don’t let its humble bamboo full you. The house was easily more than 3.5 Million dollars. As the car pulls up, the man of the hour appears out the front door of his house. He doesn’t come on the drives to pick you up- his fear of people seeing him in that type of neighborhood threatens his ego and reputation.

He gets in to your left, and nods to the driver from the rear view mirror.

“What do you think of your gift?” He asks as he sits back in the seat. Two piece Prada suit, blue and grey. His cologne was deep and dark, amber and leather.

“Red, and leather. Seems to be your two signature pieces, Sir.” You feel him looking you over, his flaming beared burning just a tad bit brighter. “That, and flames.”

He huffs with a small smirk, leaning back and a thick forearm going over your shoulder. “They are, aren’t they?”

Despite the tinted glass of the windows, you could still make out the flashes from the paparazzi cameras as the car pulls up to the event. The biggest gala of the year in Japan. Every ProHero on the top 60 rank chart would be here, every member of the Hero Public Safety Commissions would be in attendance, Politics and Country Diplomats; and then you.

As Enji steps out the car and opens your door, you’re suddenly exposed to the loud hustle of the rich, powerful and famous. He holds his arm out for you to hold, and with grace take it as you step out the car.

Immediately questions were yelled towards the two of you. Everyone wanted to know who the young, pretty, new women was that ProHero Endeavor had been parading- especially after his very public divorce with his, now Ex-Wife, only five months ago.

He ignored them all, and with a stern face and heavy footing, you both entered the venue where the event was taken place. Music for ambience, and chatter, with occasional clinking of champagne flutes, and wine glasses.

To your left appeared a waiter, with a tablet full of names and a copy of the venue layout. “Mr.Endeavor! Welcome, please follow me to your table.”

As you walk between tables and chairs of the guests, there isn’t one face you haven’t seen on your T.V. before. Your eye especially catches the table seated with the newest, yet biggest names in the ProHero seen. Five years fresh of UA, the top climbing Hero’s, you remember watching them when you were younger during there UA summer festival. Uravity, Red Riot, Dynamite, Ingenium, Cellophane, Creati, among them, of course Deku.

“Here you are, I hope you enjoy the evening and remember- be generous with tonight’s spending. It is a charity event after all.” The waiter says leaving you two to your table. Enji groans at who he’s seated with, but plops himself down all the same, you seating next to him.

“Look at this! Endeavor with a date? I suddenly feel guilty for not bringing my own plus one.” Hawks, though also known as Keigo remakes with a smirk.

“Don’t speak as if she is not there.” Tsunagu (Best Jeanist) chides Keigo. He turns to you. “A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss…?”

“Asta, and the pleasure is all mine.” You say polite smile as you bow forward (best you can while seated at a table.)

“Don’t get too acquainted.” Enji grumbles as from under the table his hand goes to rest on your thigh.

“God, lighten up, Ej. You’re so tense, I can sense it from this side of the table.” Keigo signals down a waiter, “Bring us three shots please!”

“I am not going to be taking shots.” Tsunagu groans.

“Nor am I.”

“Who told you any of those were for you?” Keigo quips.

The waiter nods with the order before leaving. You watch with your eyes as he goes to the bar, before turning to Enji. “I’m going to get us some Champagne,” You say standing.

“Alright then, just don’t get lost,” he tells you. Enji was possessive. By lost, he meant, don’t go mingling with others. Because not only was it a secrete that he was paying you for your time. It was also illegal for by law for ProHero’s to do so.

You give him a nod, before leaning down and giving him a kiss. This was your job this is what you got paid for. The show, your performance. His hand cradles your jaw as he wills your mouth to open enough for his tongue to push into your mouth. This has been an arrangement for a couple of weeks, you well knew your role.

He pulls away, and with a nod of his head, he sends you off. Staring at your ass as you walk over to the bar.

Keigo whistles, “Woah... I’m both incredibly disgusted, and thoroughly jealous.”

“I’m just disgusted.”

Enji rolls his eyes as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand for broken strings of saliva. His lips now a hue darker thanks to your lips stick. He didn’t show it, but he internally grinned at the remarks of jealousy. Enji Todoroki had play under the table for many reasons, but paying for sweet and intoxicating thing like you, has had to be the best.

[starsanatomy]

Wanted to try out a new artstyle

[beautifulbutterfly-123]

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Fire We Make.

endeavor x blackfem!reader

✩ a miniseries based off my one shot the assistant. this will be a multi part series and i will always link the previous one for you guys.

✩ this is not canon endeavor, he’s not abusive at all. hes actually very loving, just a little dick at times. also the reader is black (we all cheered). also thank you for 1k followers, yall all some freaks <3.

✩ warnings & tags: i switch perspectives a lot in this, there’s no nsfw yet. established crush.

you’ve got to be fucking kidding.

there’s no way, absolutely no fucking way, especially not on your first day.

you were currently in the arms of a big sasquatch, who tormented a bunch of civilians as they ran for their lives. you should’ve turned on another block, but you just had to take a main road. and to make matters worse you were going to be late for your new job.

you cursed yourself and everyone who prayed on your downfall the past couple of years, blaming them for the situation you were in. but, as your mind was preoccupied a series of flames were being thrown at the big hairy man; making him lose grip on your body.

‘great. now im going to fall to my death’

you closed your eyes and said a prayer, hoping someone would hear it. and it felt like someone did because you were engulfed in a set of big muscular arms. looking up at your savior, you were shocked to see the number two hero holding you.

endeavor, placed you down and continued to throw flames at the villain; causing him to stop drop and roll. and while that happened, a reinforcement team captured the sasquatch, sending him to jail.

you smoothed out your black and white striped skirt, grabbing your fallen brief case—before you were suddenly ridiculed by the man who judged you.

“you’re lucky i was already in this area. hopefully you’ll stay out of harm’s way” his voice deep and stern, causing you to roll yours eyes. you were going to give him a piece of your mind, but your watched ticked and you remembered where you had to be.

“fuck! im so g’na get fired.” he turned to look at you and with an eye roll he picked you up. “where do you have to go?”

“The Endeavor Agen—oh,” you realized that you were now in the arms of your boss and you hoped that he wasn’t going to fire you. he rolled his eyes once more and continued into the direction of his agency.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to arrive, and when you did, he led the way to his floor; where his office resided. while the two of you waited for the elevator, he decided to ease the awkwardness by talking, saving you from biting your fingers off.

“what position are you here for?”

“im here to be your assistant. please don’t let what just happened to steer you away from me. im good at what i do, check my credentials.” you pulled a folder out of your black leather briefcase, your heels clicking while you walked into the elevator.

he said nothing as he read your file, making you even more nervous. so, you decided to keep talking. “i hear your going to be appointed the number one hero and I think it’s best to have a press conference before. it would ease the minds of the civilians, it would let them know that their in good hands. you should make this about them, but also mention allmight. how you know it’s big shoes to fill, but you thank home for every he’s done.”

his deep dark red eyebrows rose as he listened to you talk, his bright eyes still on your a-list resume. everything checked out, you had tons of recommendations from other hero’s and celebrities. maybe you were a good fit for this job.

you paused, wondering what did he have to say about your suggestion as the elevator doors opened up to the penthouse floor. the office was huge, a bunch of desks neatly placed on the floors; each decorated with the employees most favorite things. the windows were huge, sky rise, giving off a perfect view of the city.

he finally motioned for you to continue, still leading the way to his office, “I also feel like you should switch out your hero suit and go with a nice business suit. navy blue’s your favorite color, but i feel like a nice cool gray armani suit would make you look more trusting. i believe there should already be a selection of suits in your office already.”

he was amazed at how you moved, how you already planned ahead, despite what caused you to have a delay. he opened the door to his office, the smell of fresh oak and cinnamon hit your nostrils, making you feel warm inside. and just like you predicted, a stand with suits hanging from it was in his office, waiting for him.

“Alright, I won’t fire you. But, you also have to attend this conference with me. Hope you have an extra outfit for you to wear,” you sighed, knowing you were here to stay; warmed you.

“ill have a darker gray pantsuit on the way for me. our colors will compliment each other, sending a message that you stand as a unit. I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll call the car for us when you’re ready to go.” She smiled and he couldn’t help the one that grew on his. She was perfect already.

On their way to the conference hall, she decided to go over a few things with her boss; to prepare him for what’s to come. “Sir, you might get some questions that might upset you and are triggering, but I want you to leave those to me. Let me answer those questions. You wouldn’t want them to think negative of you, okay?” She advised and the pro-hero nodded. He admired her preparation and was glad to have her on his team.

Soon, the company car stopped and they were outside of the hall. Paparazzi stood outside waiting to snap a picture of the flame hero and he mentally cringed. “Media will have a field day with any negative picture of you, let’s just ignore them.” She led the way inside, ignoring the camera people’s questions.

The conference came and went, it was successful. All though there was a question from a reporter about Endeavor’s youngest son.

“How do you feel about your youngest becoming a pro-hero in the making and having to fight your battles?” y/n took over the mic and answered the question for him.

“He’s not fighting his father’s battles, he’s learning. As any UA student it’s common that you’re going to get a lesson where you’d might fight a villain or two, stronger than you. You will have to persevere and understand your strengths and the opponents weaknesses. It’s apart of the journey of getting stronger and becoming a hero.”

the way you were able to answer the question and leave the reporter satisfied, with no further questions; was amazing. He could see why you have so many recommendations already. Endeavor grabbed that microphone and thanked everyone for their time, before the two of you departed and hopped back into the company car.

the sky turned a shade of dark amber as the sun began to set, signifying that it was getting late. as the two exited the tinted black car and it drove away, they stood outside the building for a second; looking at each other before Endeavor spoke.

“Would you care to join me for dinner, I usually order take-out and eat it here; before tying up some things at the office.” you smiled and nodded your head, this would be a good opportunity for you to get to know you boss a little bit better.

on the elevator ride up, found a place to order from; putting in your order and his. and it didn’t take long for the food to get there either, as soon as you walked off; a delivery hero was there waiting with your food. after tipping the hero and grabbing the food, you followed him inside his huge office. he sat in his leather rolling chair and you took the liberty of sitting on his desk.

while the two of you ate, you quickly got to know each other. you talked about a variety of things and you learned he was actually very funny. soon, the sky was now a dark blue, adorned with an array of white stars, and the two of you had finished eating. but, you weren’t ready for the day to end just yet.

a question you were dying to ask popped into your head and flew right out of your mouth, “How’s your wife?” you wanted to scrape your skin off, trying to avoid his gaze as he his face changed from a variety of expressions.

“She’s good…why’d you ask?” his answer was not the one you were hoping for and you wished you could just retract your statement. “Nothing. I just wanted to know.”

His icy stare pierced the side of your face and you couldn’t ignore it, it was like he was melting you from the outside. Like he could see what you were thinking. “My marriage…is complicated.” Endeavor admitted, running a hand through his spiky red hair.

You held your hands up and shook it, “you don’t have to explain your marriage to me. forget that i asked! Hey, it’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow” before he could even respond, you grabbed your food and headed out the door. Too embarrassed to turn around.

Endeavor watched you walk out the door, a twinge of confusion and disappointment came over him. He wanted to call you back over, but he resisted the urge and let you walk right out the door. “Yeah, see you tomorrow…”

The next day rolled around rather quickly, it was more dull than the day before. That’s because you were doing your best to avoid him. You kept to yourself, organizing your files, scheduling meetings and replying to emails. The only time you spoke to him was for little things and you kept it professional, and short. You were so embarrassed from yesterday.

You had a crush on Endeavor before you started to work for him and the day he saved you, increased the attraction you felt for him. So, when you found out he was still married; even with their problems, you were disappointed. You couldn’t compete with that.

Soon, the amber gaze fell over the sky once again and the employees soon left the building one by one—only leaving the two of you. Endeavor was waiting for everyone to leave, that way he could finally talk to you; without extra ears. his six foot five frame towered over you and yours desk, making you look up from the paperwork you had neatly stacked on your desk.

“I wanted to know if you’re okay? you seemed very distant.” his voice was softer than usual and his cool blue eyes stared at your softer ones.

“Im okay, why?” your words had came off a little bit aggressive than you hoped. “just wanted to let you know, if you need to talk….im here.” he gave you a small smile and walked back into his office.

you sighed, slamming your pen down onto the stack of paper, before putting your hands onto your melanated face. you sat there, thoughts running rampant, before you got up and entered his office with a knock. “Sir?”

“yes, y/n?” his expression was neutral, watching you as you walked closer to his desk.

“i want to apologize. i was really rude to you and yesterday was not something i should be asking my boss.”

“don’t worry about it, besides i didn’t take offense to it” his smile made you relax, feeling like you got a a chip off your shoulder. you sat on the edge of his desk, as a mental reminder went off in your head. “hey, i see there’s an annual hero charity event happening this saturday. are you going to attend?”

“charity events are my kind of thing…ill pass” you pouted and got even more comfortable on his desk, eyes pleading with him. “It’ll be a good look for you and the agency, plus I’ll be attending. what do you say?”

he took a nice long pause, formulating what he was about to say next, “Alright. Alright, I’ll see you Saturday. Don’t expect me to be happy about it though.” you smiled and clapped your hands, reaching over to hug your boss, allowing him to take in your scent. the smell of your strawberries and creme perfume was intoxicating to him. the two of you sat there, longer than expected before you pulled away.

“See you saturday and goodnight” he watched you get up from his desk and strutted out his office door. your long legs jiggled each time you moved, hypnotizing him, until he couldn’t see them anymore. ‘Damn’ he whispered to himself and brushed his hair back.

he couldn’t wait to see you again.

[stormcallart]

[incorrect-endhawks]

Endeavor: Hawks, you have a minute?

Hawks: Sixty an hour - they all belong to you, Endeavor-san.

[cherryblossombankai]

Undying Embers (Dragon!Endeavor x fem!princess!reader)

Summary: Enji Todoroki is an ancient dragon who went into hiding after the war between dragons and the kingdom of Wisteria. Decades later, the Princess of Wisteria wanders into his den. Word Count: 4.1k Warnings: fantasy au, fem!reader, oral sex (fem!receiving), penetration, unprotected sex, pregnancy Taglist: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @missmadness123, @keiva1000, @ita606, @copolite01

A young princess, preparing to one day be queen, was expected to be present for tutoring sessions and etiquette lessons. You couldn’t be bothered with any of that. You were a curious girl, eager to explore the deep forests and high mountains surrounding your kingdom. Every chance you could find to escape the stuffy castle, you took it. It had caused you to acquire quite a reputation among the castle staff for being troublesome. Your father, the king, would spend hours lecturing you about the dangers of running wild as you did.

After all, it had only been a decade or so since the war between your kingdom and the dragons of the mountain. Much of the land was still treacherous from the war. In some places, the fires still burn from the dragon’s blaze. Most of the dragons had been killed or driven into hiding, some even taking to the skies to find a new home. 

“The most dangerous of all…We don’t know what’s come of him. He could appear from the sky, and snap you right up,” your father warned you. 

Seeing a great dragon flying through the air only stirred your curiosity even more. His warnings were lost on you. 

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

It had been raining all morning. Your sisters fussed about their hair being frizzy and not being able to go outside because their gowns would get muddied. You, however, couldn’t be more thrilled. The maids would be busy cleaning up the mess, and your butler would have extra work as well. Your father’s knees always gave him trouble when it rained, and your mother wouldn’t be able to resist a cozy day by the fire reading her romance novels. 

It was the perfect time for you to slip away unnoticed. 

While your sisters helped each other brush and braid their hair, you snuck into your closet. You quickly stripped off your gown and pulled on a pair of trousers and a tunic. As you ran down the corridor, you pulled on your cape and pulled the hood over your head. 

You knew there’d be no escaping through the front door, so you slowed down and tiptoed downstairs and through the basement. You came out of a side door that had a path leading right to the forest. The muddy ground squishes underneath your feet as you run down the hill, fearing neither dark woods or rain. This was the chance you’d been waiting for to see how far you could make it into the forest before you hear the tell-tale ringing of the bells that meant the guards had been sent to find you. 

The deeper you wandered, the heavier the atmosphere became. The trees seemed to close in tighter around you, and there was a faint smell of burning pine tickling your nose. Your heart jumped at the idea of seeing the fire of a dragon, still burning as a memory of the war. 

As you continued your trek, you saw the woods begin to open up in the distance. From the canopy of the forest, you suddenly stepped into a wide clearing. The ground was littered with charred trees and wagons. Smoke was still rising from the ground, and in a few place orange embers glowed still. Even from yards away you could feel their heat. This heat was different. A dragon’s fire had burned so hot and deep in the ground it had not yet cooled down. You’re certain you’ve stumbled upon a long-forgotten battlefield. 

The great mountain was leering over you, and you spotted a cave opening towards the very top. You were certain you could make it if you started now, but then you heard the bells. The guards would be coming for you, and you didn’t want to leave a hint of where you’ve been going or else you’ll never be able to return. So you decide to meet them instead. 

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The days passed with the usual waning dullness filling your hours. Your father busied you with diplomacy and leadership lessons, and your mother with lessons in etiquette. A princess must be both a proper ruler and a proper lady, but never both at the same time. Both identities are to be juggled delicately, only stepping forward at the appropriate moment. A princess must have her voice heard but never raise it. You must be social, but never aggressive. A friend of the people, but also above them. It was an intricate dance you found yourself less interested in the steps of. 

It was the brief moments in between, where there was nothing but silence in the palace and your parents were too busy with their affairs, where you could truly live. You didn’t dare venture out into the forest again until you knew for sure that you could make it to the mountain. In the meantime, you would sneak into your father’s study to find everything you could about dragons. You even lucked out in finding an old journal of your father’s. 

It was there you first stumbled upon the dragon’s name, Todoroki, written in your father’s elegant cursive. 

‘The beast flies through the sky like a red blight upon my kingdom. The others fly in pairs to attack us, but the one called Todoroki comes alone. Always roaring first to announce his arrival, then drowning my troops in flames so hot it seems to melt their armor. They say he’s the one who killed my father and started this war,’ your father wrote. 

There was a sloppy sketch of a dragon on the corner of the page. You knew your father must have been quite young at the time if he was still imaginative enough to attempt a drawing. Dragons, however, are ageless beings. This Todoroki your father wrote of had likely not changed at all, if he wasn’t slain. 

Deeper into the journal you read another entry: 

‘We have either slain or driven away most of the dragons. Their castles and fortresses have once again been reclaimed for Wisteria. Even Todoroki has been driven away.’ 

You wonder how true that is. Has the dragon truly been driven away, or did he just go into hiding? 

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The fog rolled in thick sheets across the burning clearing. The sun had barely begun to rise over the mountain. Bright orange rays of sunlight shone through the trees but faded into the fog. You stood where your last trek had ended. This time you felt confident you’d make it to the top, and into the cave you can see over the cliffside. You’d finally see for yourself if the dragon was truly gone. 

You pulled your cloak tighter around your shoulders and began making your way up the side of the mountain. The chill in the air grows deeper as you climb higher. You looked back down to see how far you’ve come. The clearing seemed smaller from up there. 

“Dragon here I come,” you whispered softly. 

Bones and rotting animal carcasses litter the entrance of the cave. Rusted shields seem to be carefully hung up as though warning adventurers to stay away. You set your pack down and dig out the candle you’d packed up, then you light it. Once you stepped into the cave, you realized how futile your planning attempts were. The candle barely lit you path, but you continued anyway. 

You stopped when you heard a deep growl rumbling off the walls of the cave. You hold the candle out further in front of you, and the light bounces off the red scales of a dragon. 

“Todoroki,” you whispered in shock as the dragon stood up. 

He continued growling as he stalked towards you. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t help feeling pity for. A deep pain within them. A large scar trailed down one of them. He nudged his snout against your stomach, pushing you backward. You realize he was trying to push you towards the exit of the cave. You realized he didn’t intend to kill you. 

“Wait, wait. I just want to talk,” you plead, but he continues pushing you away. 

You touch his snout gently, and he huffs at the contact. He pulled back with a soft growl, his eyes narrowing at your audacity. The dragon raised back on his haunches, glaring down at you. 

“I’m the princess of Wisteria,” you bowed as you introduced yourself, giving the dragon your name. 

“Why should I care?” he speaks, his voice deeper and graveled. The words seemed to be a struggle to get out. 

The question took you by surprise. Why should he care? You hadn’t thought of that. Although you liked to consider yourself unaffected by your title, usually throwing it out like that was enough for people to at least take note of your presence. You were so intent on finding the dragon. Your stubborn heart was so set on finding him, and yet you didn’t have a plan on what to do if you did. 

“Are you Todoroki?” you asked him. 

He nodded slowly and leaned down again to sniff you curiously. His large snout bumped against your stomach as he did so. 

“What do you want?” he growled. 

“I just…I just wanted to see you with my own eyes.” 

“And tell your soldiers where I’m hiding?”

“No! No, I wouldn’t!” 

And it’s not a lie. You wouldn’t dream of betraying his location. It was thrilling to know where a dragon lived and to keep that secret close. You carefully caressed his horns and smiled softly when you felt him purring. 

He stepped back and looked at you with a discerning gaze. He can recognize your features. Those eyes were just like your father’s, except instead of blazing hatred he sees bright curiosity. 

“You must be ancient,” you said as you took a seat on the ground, making yourself at home. 

“Don’t be cruel,” he scoffed and curled up in front of you. “But yes.” 

“Why didn’t you leave with the others?” 

“Because this is my home.” 

Simple. Direct. You enjoyed those qualities much more than the tiptoeing coyness you dealt with at the royal court. 

 “But you stopped fighting,” you point out. 

“Because I stopped being attacked.” 

Although his approach was fresh compared to what you usually deal with, it does fall short of your expectations. You’d hoped to be dazzled with tales straight from the mouth of an ancient dragon. 

“What more do you want to know?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence. 

“I’m not sure,” you admitted sheepishly.

“So, the little princess made the trip up the mountain for no reason?” 

“Am I being teased? By a dragon?” 

He seemed almost embarrassed by this. He huffed softly, then turned away from you. You watched as he began making his way to the opening of the cave. 

“Where are you going?” you asked as you scurried after him. 

“Hunting.” 

With that, he took off into the sky. He flew low enough as to not be noticed by the castle guards, but high enough to inspect the ground below. You stood at the cliff, watching him dive into the trees, then rise with a deer in his mouth. He ignored you as he swooped back to the cliffside, and carried his catch inside the save. When you followed him, you were greeted to the sight of him curled up in the corner while digging into his meal. 

“I don’t share,” he growled. 

“I wasn’t asking.” 

He watched you suspiciously before returning once more to his meal. You sat down on the ground, watching him curiously. He was strong. You could hear his jaws crunching through the bones as if it’s nothing at all. It was no wonder that your father feared him so, and even searched the skies for him. Even as peace fell over Wisteria your father remained restless with the thought of the dragon that was still roaming free. 

When the sun starts sinking over the horizon, you stood up finally. You brushed the dirt off your clothes before turning to him. He had his eyes closed, appearing to be dozed off. Somehow you could tell he wasn’t.

“I’ll come back,” you told him. 

He doesn’t respond, but when he heard your footsteps retreating he opens one eye to watch you walk away. 

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Days passed into weeks. As much as you wanted to make your way back to Enji’s cave, princess duties had to come first to keep your father from sussing you out. 

Enji tried to deny to himself that he was on the lookout for you. Every morning, he wandered out of his cave to look for signs that you were close by. His heart would break a little bit every time you didn’t show up, something he truly didn’t think was possible anymore after losing everything during the war.

Finally, years had passed. You came of an age where you were considered a proper lady, which afforded you more freedom. You slipped away one day and made your way back up the mountain, this time not knowing if you would ever come back down. Because you knew what awaited you, and you didn’t know if you would have the strength to leave him behind again. Somehow in the brief time you’d spent with Enji, he had found a place in your heart. 

He was standing just outside the cave, this time in his human form. His blue eyes searched the tree line for you as they had ever since your meeting years ago. When he saw you break through the brush, his heart leaped into his chest. Although, you couldn’t tell his excitement by looking at him. 

“Who are you?” you asked with a suspicious glance. The large man standing before you was a stranger until he bent down so you could see his eyes. 

“Who do you think, little princess?” he smirked. 

Your eyes widened, and you threw your arms around his neck. He gasped at the contact, your hug was tight.

“Enji,” you whispered. 

He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly. It had been ages since anyone touched him at all, and yet there you were. In his arms as if you’d always belonged there. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” you said and looked up at him. “I wanted to, but my father was watching me all the time. I think he suspected I’d found you.” 

“Were you followed? Are you in danger?” he asked, cupping your cheeks as he looked down at you with deathly intensity. 

“No, no. It’s fine,” you smiled at him and leaned into his touch. 

“You should be careful, you don’t want to get hurt.” 

“Stop worrying so much.” 

He frowned at you but then leaned down to kiss your forehead. You were still trying to decipher what it meant when he released you, and he turned to walk into his cave. 

“Where are you going?” you whined as you followed him inside. 

“I want to show you something,” he answered. 

You had to jog to catch up with his long gait, and then you held onto his arm to force him to slow down. He takes you deeper into his den than you’d been before, where he has a small hoard of treasure. He bends down to pick up a fire opal ring and slides it onto your finger. 

“I’ve been saving that for you,” he said softly. 

“It’s beautiful,” you gasped as you admired the ring. You stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” 

He looked away quickly so you wouldn’t see the deep red flush rising to his cheeks, “It’s nothing.” 

The two of you spent the entire day together, roaming the forest nearby. Enji admired you, often silently and from afar, as you leisurely strolled through the trees. He loved the curious way you’d kneel down to inspect mushrooms and flowers; and how you greeted the wild animals that crossed your path with a gentle ‘hello’. You were lovely in his eyes, and far too carefree to be locked away in a stuffy castle…Or a dragon’s den for that matter. 

As the afternoon sun began to sink past the mountains in the distance, he knew the day was coming to a close and that it might be impossible for you to come back to him. Still, he knew the pressures of royalty all too well. 

“You should leave before it gets dark out,” he said as you followed him back to the den. Silence followed until you were standing at the cliff edge together. 

“What if…I don’t go back?” you prod gently. 

“Then, they’ll send guards to look for you.” 

“But they’ll have a difficult time finding me.” 

“But they will. And they’ll find me too,” he reached down to hold your hand. “It would be too dangerous.” 

“Won’t you miss me?” you asked, trying not to cry. 

“Of course, I will, little one,” he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “But I want you to be safe.” 

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Your trips into the forest became more frequent. Sometimes Enji was in his dragon form when you arrived, but other times he’d be in his human form. It was always a delight to see which version you were getting with every visit. Forehead kisses and snout nuzzles were equally adored by you. 

One day, you’re sitting together by the creek watching the water flow over the smooth rocks when you get up the nerve to lean in closer. You kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth. At first, he froze, unsure how to respond to the sudden soft affection. Then, he tilted his head to catch your mouth with his own. 

Tentative, gentle kisses became eager as you explored one another’s mouths. His big hands were warm on your waist, beckoning you closer until you were heart to racing heart. He knew he should stop this before it started, but it was far too late for that. It was too late the moment you’d shown up at his den years after your first meeting. Perhaps it was too late the second he laid eyes on you. 

A cracking branch pulls you away from one another, and smoke flares from his nostrils as he looks around to gauge the danger. A small bunny jumped out of the brush and then took off running when it saw you. You let out a small laugh, relieved that there wasn’t any danger. 

“Being with you makes me more on edge,” he said softly. 

“Why?” 

“Because I have something to protect…Something I could lose.” 

You kiss his cheek softly, “You’re not going to lose me, Enji.” 

He stood up and lifted you. You were light as a feather in his arms as he carried you to the den. He laid you down gently on a bed of furs and leaned down to kiss you. 

“I want to make you mine,” he whispered against your lips. 

Your eyes widened as you looked up to see his serious expression, and then you nodded. He captured your lip once more with his own, deepening the kiss until your tongues were rolling together in a sensual dance. His hands were warm and gentle on your body, although they were decidedly unpracticed in undoing the laces on your dress. You broke the kiss to help him, and he took the chance to shed his clothes as you did the same. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly as he caressed you. 

“So are you,” you smiled at him. Your hands were shaky and gentle dragging down his abdomen, following the trail of red hair to the base of his cock. When your fingertips brushed against it, he gasped. You took more, wrapping your hand around his thick shaft and stroking him. 

“I can’t remember the last time someone touched me,” he growled, his eyes now blazing with desire. You felt his body grow warmer against yours. 

“I’m flattered,” you giggled. 

He kissed you deeply, starting at your lips and then moving to your neck. His sharp fangs nipped at your skin, but not hard enough to break it. As much as he’d love to mark you, he knows the risks that would pose if someone saw. So he resists the urge…For now. He kissed down your body and spread your thighs. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of your arousal. His nose nuzzled against your mound, then his tongue dragged along your folds. 

The den was quiet except for the sound of him slurping at your needy pussy and your moans, growing more fervent as he lavished attention on your clit. His fingers are inside of you, stretching you out so he won’t hurt you. Your hands tug on his hair, pushing him against your pussy even more. 

“Greedy little thing,” he growled. 

You wanted to come up with a witty comeback but all your mind can focus on is the heated arousal twisting like a coil in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. 

“Enji,” you whined, hoping he won’t deny your release. 

He moaned against your pussy, encouraging you to let go. When you finally did, it was like a pleasant numbness washed over your being. Your vision went to static as you cried out his name in bliss. He lapped up your nectar, just as greedy as he’d accused you of being. He didn’t pull away until the throbbing of his cock drew his attention. 

“Do you want me?” he asked as he hovered above you. His eyes were darkened with need. 

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, your legs spreading for him. 

He grabs your thighs in his big hands and hooks your legs around his waist. They barely manages to lock at the ankles, but he doesn’t notice that right now. He’s too busy reaching for his cock and guiding himself into your warm embrace. He has to ease himself past the resistance, but he was gentle. He didn’t want you to feel any pain. 

“Are you okay?” he asked when he bottomed out. He looked down at your pussy, stretched and puffy around him. You nodded slowly, panting to catch your breath. He thumbed at your swollen clit and felt it twitch under his touch. 

He stayed still inside of you for a long time, then began a slow pace. You held onto him desperately, whining everytime his cock hit your walls. The hard ground scraped your back as he picked up the pace. You’d feel it later, but in the moment all you felt was his delicious girth. 

“I love you,” you whined. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He felt tears in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily. 

He could feel your walls twitching around him, signalling how close you are. He wanted to hold on longer, to make you come undone around him. Instead, his cock was throbbing and he was standing at the precipice. Even slowing down didn’t pull him from the edge. 

“Shit,” he growled and grabbed your hips. He drove himself into you harder again and again, then with a growl he spilled inside of you. He collapsed over you, his head on your chest as his cock throbbed with his release. 

You ran your fingers through his hair as you held onto him. He was a mess, panting and drooling on your chest. Sloppy kisses fell on your breasts. You looked outside, and noticed for the first time that night has fallen. Surely your father had sent guards, and they were likely scouring the forest for signs of you. 

“I need to go,” you whispered. 

“No,” he tightened his grip on you. “I can’t let you go again.” 

“I can’t watch them kill you.” 

“I’ll burn it all down, I don’t care. I just need you to stay,” he whispered. He raised his head from your chest. “You don’t belong there. You belong with me.” 

He pulled out of you then, and picked you up in his arms. You clinged to him, proving you didn’t want to part either. You nuzzled against him, your head resting in the curve of his neck. He took you deeper into the cave. 

The guards did not find you that night or any other nights they searched. It was months later when you returned to the castle. This time on the back of a great red dragon, your tummy swollen with child. 

[owarinaki]

Boku no Hero academia S7EP19 recap part 5

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