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dexlexia · 2 years ago

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doting wife - enji x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How's that, my love?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Where are you going?“ He asked.

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

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cherryblossombankai · 3 months ago

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Day 5: Breeding Kink with Enji Todoroki

Warnings: fem!reader, breeding kink, age gap, use of 'mommy' during sex, unprotected sex, endeavor is a warning in his own right i guess

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The conversation about having a child together was intense at best. Enji was too nervous about fucking up again to truly consider tackling fatherhood. Yet, he couldn’t help feeling guilty about denying you something you so obviously desired. You’d smiled through it when he told you he wasn’t sure how he felt and agreed to have the conversation later.

It stays locked away inside both of you. Neither voicing your concerns about the future.

Until it slipped out.

Enji had you underneath him, your legs pinned to your chest as he ruts into you. He’d been out of town for days, and he was making up for lost time. Your fingers curl around the sheets and your back arches.

“Breed me, Daddy,” you moan. It slipped out so easily in the heat of the moment. So often it had been at the tip of your tongue while you were in the throes of pleasure, but you were never brave enough to say it out loud.

The moment the words leave your lips, you’re pulled away from the moment. Your eyes meet his, expecting shock or anger to be looking back at you. Instead his eyes are even darker with arousal.

“Is that what you want, you bad girl?” he growls and pins you down. “You want me to make you a mommy?”

Your eyes widen at his reaction. It certainly wasn’t what you’d expected. Logically you knew that you should stop this before it gets started, but Enji teasing you this way while his big cock bullies your sopping cunt is too good to resist.

“Y-yes, daddy, please,” you whine. “Make me a mommy, wanna have your babies.”

“Mmm, babies?” he leans in to nuzzle at your neck. “More than one?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Remember, you asked for this,” he whispers against your neck as he changes the angle of his thrusts, pushing in as deep as your cervix will allow.

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ferigrievous · 7 months ago

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when hell freezes over.

⊹ ࣪ in which touya todoroki finds himself.

a.n touya todoroki they could never make me hate you touya todoroki

⤷ masterlist ; requests open ; one – 2004 (here) ; two – 2006

touya todoroki was four years old when his quirk developed.

he was not a child born out of love. enji todoroki married out of desperation, an unyielding desire to surpass the current number one. a desire that not only ruined his relationship with his wife, but his children after that. a fire burned bright inside of enji, a fire that left no room to warm the icy relations he harboured with his family

touya’s training began almost immediately, a harsh regimen that demanded more from the boy than his young body could handle. hours not spent eating or sleeping, were spent attempting to foster his newfound quirk.

a quirk his body could not handle.

parents are often overjoyed when their children develop their quirks, proud of the future they now possess as a powered individual. but enji, enji felt nothing but failure and regret when he realised his only son could not manipulate ice the way his mother could. a failure, he would tell him, a disappointment to the todoroki name. nevertheless, he persisted with training, pushing touya further and further everyday.

in the dead of winter, touya found himself on the brink of exhaustion, the world spinning around him as he crawled on all fours, desperate for a break. he felt cold, so unbelievably cold against the biting wind, his flames doing nothing for him in terms of warmth. his father’s voice, sharp, and demanding, rung in his ears, urging him to push harder, to be stronger.

he couldnt do it.

in a fit of anger, he was left, alone, on sekoto peak, with nothing but his weak flame and the stars above to guide him.

“you shouldn't be out here.” a voice spoke. he wondered if he was hallucinating, collapsing on the grass and curling up in a ball. “its too cold.”

he stifled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. his weak flame danced in the wind, threatening to give out at every gust. “i have to train,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “my dad says i need to be strong.”

for a moment, silence enveloped them, the only sounds being the faint sound of crickets, and the soft crackle of touya’s struggling flames. he felt a hand on his cheek, warm to the touch. he didn't know there were physical hallucinations. he’d have to ask his mother about that when he got home. god, would his father let him in?

his eyes opened, wide, and glistening with tears. the hand was real, so real against his skin. the warmth from your touch was new, and never in his life had he ever experienced something quite like it. he leaned into it, a choked back whimper escaping his lips. he wanted more, so much more of that warmth, he could practically feel it seeping into his skin. touya had forgotten what it was like to truly feel warm.

“but you’re just a kid. you shouldn't have to train so hard.”

the voice’s words were a revelation to touya, a concept so alien it felt like a breath of fresh air. he was more than a little surprised when he came face to face with a child his age, wearing nothing but pyjamas in the cold.

touya couldnt help himself.

he took your hand in his own, holding it against his face, desperate for the warmth. it had been months since anyone treated him with such kindness, treated him like a child, instead of a tool. a person instead of a weapon. treated him like a child.

“what’s your name?”

your voice was soft, softer than any he had ever heard before. without thinking, he pulled you down with him, cold hands wrapping around your wrist in an attempt to feel. “touya.” he’d tell you, watching as you splayed your arms out on the grass below.

the sincerity in your eyes made touya feel.. safe. a foreign concept to him, but something he knew he could always find in you. he snuggled up closer to you, throwing all ideas of a personal bubble out as he seeked out the warmth you seemed to emit.

“what’s yours?”

you told him your name, no louder than whisper, and you watched as he tried it out, stretching each syllable and letter out as if it was a foreign word. rolling over, you laid your hand around his middle, seeking warmth where there was none.

touya leaned into you, seeking your touch. his small body trembled with the cold, his flame dying as he curled closer to you. the warmth from your body was a stark contrast to the ice biting his skin. no one was ever gentle to him, ever warm to him. a soft sob wracked through his body, his hands clenching the material of your shirt.

“why’re ya’ here?” he asked suddenly, the words leaving his mouth before he could really think about what he was saying. his body was stiff in the circle of your arms, not being used to the contact. but in his childish mind, the touch itself was wonderful. warm.

he hoped you weren’t a hallucination, that this dream would not be cruelly snatched away from him once he woke up. no, he wanted to stay like this, stay where it was warm and soft. he tried to press himself closer to you.

“‘m stargazin’.”

“stargazin?” he repeated, tilting his head to the side, causing the fire still faintly lit by his side to bounce back to life, dancing and illuminating the planes of his face.

he glanced up, watching the stars dot across the night sky. a frown tugged at his lips at the sight. it was cold, bitter. the stars were pretty, but that’s all they were. pretty, distant and alone in the dark emptiness of space. tilting his head up properly now, he watched as the stars glittered above them, stretching as far as the eyes could see, some dim, some brighter.

“what about that one?” he pointed at said star, a small frown on his face. “it’s brighter than the others.”

you followed his gaze to a bright star in the middle of the sky, twinkling sporadically. “that’s the north star.” you murmured. “some people call it sirius. i… think they’re the same thing.”

his eyes widened. he’d heard his mother talk about the north star before, a guiding beacon that always pointed north. he found it interesting how something so small could do something like that.

”it always points north?” he asked, rolling over so he could look at you instead of the stars. “how can it do that?” he paused. “does it get lonely being up there, by itself?”

“i dont think it does.” you turned to face him, taking in his bright, blue eyes. “look at all those stars. would you get lonely with all those friends around?”

a small pout formed on his lips, his face scrunched up in thought. no, he wouldn’t be lonely, not if he was friends with that many stars. he was quiet for a moment, contemplating that idea.

“are you friends with the stars?” he asked, turning to look up at the sky again, watching as they twinkled in the night.

you nodded vigorously, turning along side him to observe the night sky. the stars were clear from where you two lay on the mountain. the moon was full, tonight, peering down at you from where it sat in the heavens above.

after a moment, touya spoke, the words sounding like they were forcing themselves out of his mouth “...do you think i can be friends with them too?”

the question had left his lips before he could stop himself. in a state of vulnerability, he spoke his mind, something he never did. he waited to be ridiculed, for you to laugh in his face and tell him he was being stupid. instead, you were quiet.

he was just a boy, you thought. a boy who should be at home right now, playing with his toys after a good dinner, or watching cartoons curled up on his parent’s lap. a boy who you found crying in the dead of winter at midnight, alone.

“do you wanna be my friend?”

a part of him wanted to cry, wanted to sob and press himself so close to you and never let go. a part of him wanted to tell you just how desperately he wanted that.

but that part was shoved down viciously, a cold, bitter hatred settling over him.

”i don't need any friends,” he said harshly, forcing his eyes away from your face, and in an instant, the boy you found just moments earlier, was gone. “i just want to grow stronger.”

you were speechless, blinking at the sudden change of tone. one moment he seemed desperate for validation, and the next he was putting up a wall of cold indifference.

you knew you shouldn’t interfere, that you should just walk away and let the boy wallow in his training. but your heart ached at the thought, at the way his expression shifted from vulnerable to bitter in a matter of seconds.

”you don't have to be angry. you can have friends, and be strong.” you said softly. “im sure all might has friends, ‘n’ he’s the strongest.”

he paused. all might, the number one hero.

the man himself was so charismatic, so beloved by the public. touya didn't doubt that he had many friends, both heroes, villains and citizens. a frown tugged at his lips, realising that maybe his father was wrong. maybe he didn’t just have to train. maybe he could have time for a friend. or two.

”i dunno…” he said, avoiding your gaze. “i should just focus on training, thats what dad says.”

but then why did he feel so empty all the time? the only thing he focused on was training, training to make his father proud, to get stronger.

it wasn't fun, wasn’t joyful. some days he wondered if he’d ever be happy again, or if he’d be trapped in his father’s cycle for the rest of his life.

maybe he didn’t want that.

”i…” he repeated, and touya sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “i gotta focus on training.”

you almost sighed in defeat, watching as his eyes darkened. he was so young, still a child, and yet he seemed so grown up. you hoped you weren't like that. the frown he wore looked wrong on his round face. you were so tempted to press the issue, but you knew it wasn't your place to do so. touya’s life was not yours to control.

but then he spoke again, almost as if the words were ripped from him, pushing themselves out of his mouth in desperation to find love.

“but.. its okay if its you.”

you paused, tilting your head as you rested on the cold grass on your elbows. an… exception? for you?

“i thought you didnt want friends.” you hummed, staring at him as if he was the most interesting thing in the world.

his frown deeped at your words, eyes narrowing. he’d hoped you’d say yes, no questions asked. he was sick of living a lonely life, a life full of empty training and sharp words. but you were right, he didn’t want friends before, so why was he asking now?

he didn’t want to admit that your presence was bringing back those thoughts. that your touch had woken something inside him, something that cried out for more, for more of your kindness, for more of your touch, for more of your words.

for you.

but he didn’t say that aloud. he couldn’t admit it, wouldn’t dare admit it. not when his father had drilled all his life that friends were a waste, that friends were a hindrance. not when he had spent years with a stone cold heart that refused to feel anything but anger and bitterness. not when he was just a four year old, and all he wanted in that moment was to bury his face in your chest and cry.

”i don’t,” he said, forcing his expression to be as cold and emotionless as possible.

“okay. ‘m sorry for askin’.”

he flinched at the way your voice softened in acceptance, the pit of his stomach twisting unpleasantly. there it was again, that guilt that welled up everytime he did something mean to you.

he didn’t want to be mean, he really didn’t. you’d been nothing but kind to him. but that bitter, dark part of his mind, a voice that sounded a lot like his fathers, kept hissing in his ear.

‘friends are for the weak.’ it would say. ‘they’re a distraction. you don’t need them.’

he almost took it back. he almost shouted, and screamed that he did, in fact, want friends. he wanted friends and kindness and everything he was never allowed to feel. he wanted to be a kid, for once.

but he remained silent, letting the quiet settle between them, a bitter feeling rising in his chest.

”whatever,” he muttered. “don’t be sorry.”

you werent friends. not when you walked him home that night, waving him goodbye as he stood there on his doorstep. not when you met up every week, in the quiet of night, to simply bathe in each other’s present. and you weren't friends when you brought him your toys, building castles with building blocks under the stars.

you weren’t friends, that was true. but in all reality, you were more than that. a friend would’ve left him alone, but you stayed. you indulged his fantasies and brought him things for him to play with, you stayed by his side and held him when he cried.

for a lonely child like touya, you were someone much, much more than a friend. he looked forward to those nights, those moments he could spend outside with you, far away from his father and his cold house.

it was enough for touya. knowing that he had someone to look forward to, that he had a place where he didn’t have to be strong. it was enough to know that he had someone who didn’t care about his father, or his quirk, or his talent. just someone who listened to him without judgement, without expectations on the child he should be.

he never admitted it, though. he never said to you that he looked forward to the nights where he could just be a child, carefree and happy.

you’d watch him, sometimes, in the big oak tree, while he trained with his father. you two never spoke about it, but you knew he could see you. you noticed when he began training harder, as if he was showing off to you. flames burning bigger and brighter. and, sometimes, you wondered if he’d accidentally burn the tree down while you were in it.

he wasn’t exactly subtle with the way he pushed himself, he knew you were there watching him. it was like he had something to prove, not just to his father, but to you. he wanted to show you how strong he was, how tough he could be. even when his body screamed at him to stop, to stop before he burnt himself down to the bone, he wanted to push on, convince you that he was getting stronger. stronger for his father, who beat him into shape night and day. stronger for his mother, for fuyumi, and his brother that was on the way. stronger for the future of a society he promised he’d protect.

stronger for you, so you would think of him as someone other than that weak, useless boy you found all those nights ago.

even as he stumbled and fell, face first in the dirt, he got up again. he ignored the harsh words of his father, focused on the tree, knowing you were sitting there, watching him as he worked himself to the bones. his body ached and ached, screaming at him to finally stop, to take a break. but he couldn’t, not while he still had you to impress.

and later that night, you’d offer him an onigiri from your house, holding your hands to his sore body and he’d relish the feeling of your quirk washing over him. he wasn't exactly sure what it did, but what he did know, was that it felt good.

your hands were cold against his cheeks, and he’d close his eyes as the ache in his body began to melt away like the first signs of spring. these moments were the only good thing to come out of training. the only time he’d ever feel relief from the harsh regimen he was put through, the only reprieve he’d ever receive from his father’s scathing words.

he’d lean into your touch, the cold soothing the pain. it was the most peace he’d feel in his life, the only time he’d let himself relax, even for a moment. he craved the touch, longed for the brief coolness you gave him.

your presence alone was enough for him. even on the worst days, when he felt like he’d never be strong enough, never be the son his father wanted him to be, your presence soothed him. just knowing you were nearby, sitting in some tree and watching him struggle to make a large flame, made him feel better.

he started to think of you as his home. his safe spot, his peace away from his harsh reality.

but still, he didn’t admit it.

he never admitted just how much he needed you.

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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can i ask for endeavor eating his gf out

SINFUL SUNDAY

Enji's skilled tongue worked with astonishing swiftness, while his calloused fingers deftly opened your entrance. Your arousal, akin to the slow, sensuous cascade of melting ice cream, trickled down, and he pursued every drop with the tip of his tongue. In this intense moment, he was utterly immersed in his senses, every fiber of his being fixated on you.

Endeavor could hear the soft, desperate panting escaping your lips, a symphony of your pleasure filling the room. He could witness the sinuous dance of your body, caught in the rapture of his expertise. Every movement, every arch, and every quiver of your form spoke volumes to him, an eloquent testament to the overwhelming sensations he bestowed upon you.

Sensations deepened as he felt your skin grow warm and slick beneath his ministrations, a shimmering sheen of sweat and a pulsating heartbeat that echoed in his fingertips. Yet, above all, it was the exquisite aroma and flavor of your essence that consumed him. The intimate taste of your ambrosia was the most precious elixir, a feast for his senses that left him intoxicated and utterly captivated by the symphony of your pleasure.

Enji had spread you open wider and delved his tongue into your wetness. Moving up, down, left, and right, he explored you blindly. Creating moist, heated circles with his tongue, he sensed your thighs quivering and your rear clenching.

"Just like that, Enji," you encouraged him, slipping one of your hands into his hair.

Suddenly, your back had arched as he touched that spot of pure arousal and passion with his tongue. The feverish rubbing of your fingers over your clit had paled in comparison to the way his starved tongue had connected with your clit. Its sanctuary had felt like a nook designed by the divine for his tongue. You had shuddered and moaned. You had wanted to cum? Not yet.

Todoroki had slid his tongue into your pussy and had literally drunk the fluid out like a thirsty animal. He had been fucking you with his skilled tongue and nuzzling your clit, just barely brushing it with a slow rhythm while he had dug his tongue as deep and hard as it would go into you.

Your tight pussy had squeezed against Enji's tongue, pushing it out instinctively, only to guide it back to your aching clit. The strokes against it had quickened, yet remained steady, applying just the right amount of pressure to avoid any raw sensations. His aim had been endurance, but his own intense desire to please you had outpaced the capabilities of his mouth.

The washings of his tongue had proven almost too much for you to bear, and your legs had involuntarily squeezed his head in sheer pleasure. Todoroki's ears had burned, and the excitement had caused him to release precum into his fitted shorts. You had reluctantly released his head from your legs, only to use your hands to press Enji firmly into your moist lap. Instead of air, he had happily breathed in the silky flavors of your pussy.

"Oh God, Endeavor," you had whined, your body still spasming from the overwhelming pleasure.

Enji had bitten your thigh, using it as a way to distract and punish you. His movements were precise, driven by his desire to control his own pleasure. He began by tracing his tongue along your extended clit in wide, arcing motions, soothing it before gradually transitioning to the area of your hood. With a narrow tongue, he circled it in tight, tantalizing circles. Enji had no intention of leaving you in this moment.

As he worked his magic, you barely noticed the finger caressing the outside of your buttocks, sliding up and down your crack in perfect sync with his passionate kisses. Todoroki's tongue made a sudden leftward dart, changing direction to keep you on your toes. He then lifted his head to blow a sweet breath across your clit, prompting your hand to make a second feeble attempt to satisfy your desires.

"You're quite the minx, darling," he chuckled darkly. Enji interlocked his hands with yours, pulling them down towards your thighs, urging your hips to thrust into his face. The sensation of his tongue, hard and fast, against your slit made you moan with pleas for release. Those whimpers were his reward for prolonging your ecstasy. He continued to work his tongue vigorously against your clit before it slipped into your heated cunny, tongue-fucking you while humming lowly.

In a matter of seconds, you climaxed, tensing and shuddering as you came, your thick juices gushing out of your pussy. A primal scream escaped your parted lips as you rolled your head back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over you.

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bibibbon · 2 months ago

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Need to get something off my chest

People in the fandom blaming Nana for causing Shigaraki to be abused and all the suffering the Shimura family went through as well as calling her decision to abandon Kotaro stupid is if someone blamed all the abuse and horrible actions of Enji that the Todoroki family had to suffer through on Enji's deceased father.

Specifically people appear to zone in on Nana's call to not have All Might or Gran Torino check in with her family when it makes sense. She knows AFO has eyes and ears everywhere and will use that to kill those closest to her and those around her as we know since Nana's husband is dead by the time Kotaro is given up for adoption and All Might leaves Japan for the US in order to avoid AFO for that same reason. There is also no way for Nana to know that her successor would wind up as the strongest wielder of One For All and would be the first person to take down All For One.

I'm not sure if you were in the mha critical side of tumblr, but this is a very common opinion here. Nana deserved better, and none of the nana hate honestly made sense.

People shouldn't blame nana for doing what she could to protect her child. She explicitly said that she had done it to protect him, and she didn't willingly want to give up her child. The act wasn't done out of malice but was done out of love. Her husband was dead, and all for one was on her tail. She had to train all Might, and there was no safe choice to keep kotaro. It was a hundred times safer to make a distance between her and kotaro so he could live without the burden of his mother's duties on top of him caring or threatening to cause him constant harm.

Nana tried her best as a mother, and we didn't talk enough about it. She, at the beginning, was probably the breadwinner of the family, her job making it so that she had limited time with her son, yet from the flashbacks we see that kotaro loved his mother dearly. He loved her that child him simply cried and cried when she was about to leave, he loved her to the point that he kept her picture acknowledging that she was his mother yet despising that she left him all alone. His hatred of nana stems mainly from feelings of sadness and betrayal, which only exist because he loved his mother and felt safe when she was near.

I suppose we don't talk about the fact that after nana's husband died and she became a widow she had to juggle all the responsibilities of being a weirder of OFA, a mother who had to be constantly active in her child's life and a hero who had to save others while also ensuring that she earned enough money to keep her son comfortable.

I headcanon that at the time nana was never a good cook and that it was her husband that usually cooked for the family but when he died she had to take on the cooking duties which was a struggle but we see her actively trying even including her son in the process.

Giving up kotaro was the most logical circumstance, and I stand by that. I think to a certain extent, kotaro realises that too, and it's exactly why he doesn't blame his mother but blames her job he blames the hero, not his mother. To me, it evidently seems like kotaro separates nana into two different versions : the hero and his mother.

If we follow that belief, it's exactly why the only photo that kotaro has with his mother is so painful. Every time he sees that photo he in a way, is forced to acknowledge that both versions of nana are his mother. The photo shows his mother, but it shows her in her hero attire she is the 7th weirder of ofa in that picture not his mother but the mannerisms, the way she smiles and looks at him is that of a mother's look.

A haunting picture for kotaro. A picture of a mother's love.

Comparisons between enji and nana fall on deaf ears especially when you look at the circumstances and situations that both characters are faced with.

Enji DOESN'T love his children, his actions were out of malice, greed and desire to be great. He sacrificed family for greatness.

Nana LOVED her child. Her actions had a desire to protect, love, and care for her only family, her only offspring. A beautiful light in the world that she doesn't want destroyed by AFO. She had no choosing as I bet if she truly had the choice. She would do anything to love, protect, and be with her child. In a dreadful situation, nana chose the only way to guarantee kotaros safety.

#mha #bnha #mha critical #bnha critical #thanks for the ask #horikoshi critical #thanks for the ask!#bhna critical #thanks anon #thanks anon!#nana #nana deserves better #nana get behind me i will protect you #they can never make me hate you nana #nana shimura #anti enji #anti endeavour #anti enji todoroki

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actuallysaiyan · 10 months ago

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Masterlist IV

Started on: 02/03/2024 Updated on: 08/12/2024 Number of Works: 90 Completed on: 08/12/2024

Dorm Room Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Help!My Heart's On Fire(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

You Could Have Anyone You Want, Why Would You Want To Be With Me?(Post-Shibuya!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Isn't This Your Naked Body In My Bed?(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Somno)

You Never Fail To Satisfy(Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Femdom!Reader)

Send Me An Angel(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Higuruma Hiromi)

Office Head Thirst(Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader)

Don't It Make You Feel So Fine(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader First Time Creampie Request

The Way You Push, Push Let's Me Know You're Good(Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Age Gap Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Sleepless Night(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader somno)

Nanami Kento x Shy!Fem!Reader

You And Me(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Childhood Crush!Reader)

Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse!Reader Part 1

Kento's Size Drabble

The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Masterlist

Werewolf!Nanami Kento Part 1

Waiting For The Miracle(Villain!Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse User!Reader)

Heart of the Fae(Fae!Nanami x Fem!Reader)Masterlist

Kento x Fem!Reader relaxing under tree Drabble

Nanami Kento x Fem!Curse!Reader Part II aka Bad Habit

Just What I Needed(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader bathtime)

La La Love You(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Haibara Yu)

"Missed You So Much" Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Drabble

Werewolf!Nanami Kento Part 2

Office sex Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Drabble

Pictures Of You Masterlist(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo Junji Ito Crossover)

Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader Cunnilingus Drabble

Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader Office Sex Drabble

Love Hotel(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Period sex

Ratio Technique Sex(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

The Beast Inside Of Me(Incubus!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Get Him To Swap Our Places(Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Have You And Grab You 'Til You're Sore(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru)

Cinnamon Girl(Older!Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Barista/Baker!Reader for Foodies and Goodies)

Premature Ejaculation with Teen!Nanami Kento

Love Like Blood(Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer/Carrie White!Reader)

HaiNana x Fem!Reader HCs

You Say It's Your Birthday(HaiNana x Fem!Reader)

Take Me To Dinner First(Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)

Then You'll Make Him Happy(Scarred!Nanami x Fem!Reader)

Christmas Time Is Here(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

Meet Me In Our Special Spot(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

She's Got Big Red Eyes and Big Red Lips(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

No Other Heart(Executioner!Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Princess!Reader)

We Can Do Whatever You Want To Do(Ishida Uryu x Fem!Reader)

Showing Your Loyalty(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

Kenpachi x Fem!Reader Breeding kink

Make Me Feel Love(Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Howling At The Moon(Werewolf!Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Biting Down(Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

Silence Teaches You How(Serial Killer!Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Reader)

Menage A Trois(Retsu Unohana x Fem!Reader x Kenpachi Zaraki)

Let Me Into Your Heart(Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader)

Popstar!Reader x Gohan, x Trunks, x Goten

Family HCs with Indra Otsutsuki, Madara Uchiha and Izuna Uchiha

Thank You(Scarred!Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

Popsicle Mishaps(All Might x Fem!Reader)

Deeper(All Might x Fem!Reader)

A Good Night's Sleep(Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader)

My Baby(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Get Your Fix(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Run Rabbit Run(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Call Me Mom!(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

The Big News(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Oral sex All Might Drabble

Small Might cockwarming fic(Small Might x Fem!Reader)

Baby I'm Yours(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

And Keep The Beast At Bay(Incubus!All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

I Desire Your Attention(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

You're Mine Part I(Endeavor/Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

Everything(All Might x Fem!Reader)

You're Mine Part II(Endeavor/Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

Crawling King Snake(All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Video Vamps(Vampire!Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader x Vampire!Hizashi Yamada)

The Rain I(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader)

The Rain II(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader)

Night Drive(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

There's A Light(Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

The Rain III(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader)

Stay With Me(Sugar Daddy!Enji Todoroki x Fem!Sugar Baby!Reader)

Learning To Love(Sugar Daddy!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Sugar Baby!Reader)

Thank You For The Meal(Small Smite/Villain!Small Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Christmas Is The Time To Say I Love You(Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Love Man(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Messy Messy(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

Ira Gamagori x Reader Thirst Part I

Ira Gamagori x Reader Thirst Part II

#bacon.writes #masterlist #jjk x reader #bleach x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #renji x reader #kenpachi x reader #geto x reader #choso x reader

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itgetzweird08 · 1 year ago

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Okay But Imagine If Endeavor had a secret love child

(TW: Mentions of cheating, hints towards abuse, hints towards pregnancy)

Okay so just imagine. Me personally, Enji Todoroki does not seem like a loyal man in the SLIGHTEST with his track record. Like I could definitely see him going to clubs and hooking up with people while on missions out of the country to let off steam because he has a wife who he doesn’t love, a son that is a danger to himself and doesn’t know what it means to quit, and two other children who are ‘failed experiments’

Enji is hella motivated to accomplish his mission to create the most powerful kid, HOWEVER, he’s still human. I think deep deep down he might want some form of true love and human connection. And that’s where /she/ comes in. The gorgeous woman that he meets in a diner one late night in America, while trying to get a decent meal after a hard mission. Any place that would even come close to having something that fits his meal plan is closed, but he knows he needs to eat. So this seemed like his best option.

He enters the diner, and it’s sorta dark and is cheap as all hell. He had half a mind to turn around and just starve, but the smell of something fried hit his nose and he gave up that thought quickly. He picked his own seat, a booth in the back next to a window that hadn’t been cleaned in a while. His hand touched something sticky on the table, and his lip curled in disgust. But that curl turned into a small ‘o’ as his jaw dropped, his eyes catching the waitress that was walking towards his booth. He was never a love at first sight kind of man, especially when he gave up such a silly concept long ago, but this was enough to make him get on his knees and praise Cupid. It felt like an arrow of warmth and desire had been shot through his chest. He had a fire quirk but nothing had made him feel so hot.

Rei and the kids were nothing but a distant thought all the way in the back of his brain stem when the woman approached his table. She seemed other worldly, tall and full and brave and soft. Something about her full curls and dark skin gave nothing less than goddess. There was so much to look at but there felt like so little time to take in everything she had to offer.

A soft clearing of her throat though brought him out of his stupor.

“Can I get you anything, sugar?”

The nickname made him blush, heat rushing to his face. It was a miracle his skin didn’t alight with his flame. “Yes- my apologies. Let me get, um,” here he was, sweating and stuttering like a school boy. Pathetic- he was pathetic. Before he could get truly angry at himself, she laughed, and the sound was like a drug.

“Here, you seem like you’ve been working hard. Let me get you a coffee and a proper menu, and I’ll come back for ya. Sound good?”

And all he could do is nod with a fry mouth, his face so hot he could’ve sworn his quirk was activated.

When she came back, she poured him a coffee, asking if he was from around while he browsed the menu. He said no, and told her of his hero work and his home in Japan. She listened with open ears and heart, finding herself sitting in the booth to listen to the scarlet haired man. She took the extra mug on the table, pouring herself a cup and loading it with mini creamers and sugar packets. It was a complete contrast to Enji’s own pitch black cup. But he didn’t mind. He honestly found it cute. He wondered if the sugar in the coffee was apart of what made the woman so sweet.

One cup of coffee turned to two. And that two turned to three with two waffle specials and a bowl of fruit to share. That ended up being a free meal for him and a ride home for her after her long shift. And the kiss at the door, well…you can guess where that led.

He left in the morning before she could wake, as he had a flight to catch by that noon. But he left her with a parting gift: his cell number and the large jacket he gave her when the night breeze got too cold.

Their affair continued for a while. It didn’t help Enji that Touya was putting himself in more danger, Rei seemed to be increasingly more difficult to deal with, and like her body got tired of the constant trying for his perfectly quirked child. And he knew it was wrong, of course he did, but when had that ever been enough to stop him? He began making up missions and lies, just to fly back across the sea to see his gorgeous waitress. And every time he left her a gift. A diamond charm bracelet, a new pair of shoes, a heart felt note with Godiva chocolates. And all she did in return was make him feel alive, like his life was worth more then it ever had been.

Six months.

It all lasted six months.

That was until he got the call from Rei, mid flight across the ocean, that she was pregnant. All thoughts of love and happiness and the small whisp of desire to leave his family behind and start a new one with his lover was erased. He had a feeling. This was it, his perfect child. He had the pilot turn the plane around, leaving his doll with one last parting gift.

The baby growing within her.

This time? He didn’t look back.

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mx-pastelwriting · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 29: Wax Play

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki) x GN! Reader

Summary: Enji making a mess with a candle and your body.

Warnings: Smut, Wax play, Burning hand

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Growing warmer as the kissing turned him on from your whines and the quiet moans that escaped as his warm hand touched you through your underwear, candles were decorated by Enji in his need to spoil you, leaving your bodies glowing with soft yellow light as you devoured each other.

Coming back up, kissing your lips, moving to be between your legs, then softly thrusting against you, the bed squeaked, and the candles lining the nightstand shook. Moans flooded his ears, fueling his desire to fuck your brains out. Thrusting hard, a candle falls onto your body, spilling the wax, causing a loud cry that is quickly covered up by a moan.

At the same time, Enji rips the cloth to get to what he wants, then slowly sinks himself into you as the wax leaks onto your sink, making you move down on your own.

Picking up the candle with his warm hand, he melts it more, letting it drip onto your body. He feels you squirm and whine as he thrusts, letting everything mix inside you. His other burning hand gripped your hips, leaving a slight burn for him to take care of in the morning.

Feeling the hot wax drip down and off your body, only allowing some to build, moving the candle down, letting it dip down to his burning hand, making the wax remelt.

Throwing the candle down on the floor, having enough of them gripping your waist, letting the wax drip down and remelt from his hand while thrusting into you, making the bed frame crash into the wall, causing more of a mess for the morning.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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#mha endeavor #bnha endeavor #endeavour x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #enji todoroki #endeavor #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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justluxy · 3 months ago

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Weird Dreams - Part 8/10

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Shoto Todoroki x Bottom Male Reader

Where Shoto and you get closer together!

Warning: no sex :(

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

-You know Todoroki -You looked him-it's really nice to be with you -You smiled sweetly

-I think the same about you - he said with a yawn, those dreams continued to not let him rest, until when would his torment continue? He didn't know but that made him see his friend with desire and without even wanting it, he had deduced that what he felt for the boy in front of him was nothing more and nothing less than love, exactly ladies and gentlemen, Todoroki Shoto had finally accepted that the first person he was attracted to was a boy, a boy with no special features but that still made him look like the most beautiful boy in the world, that boy with a loud laugh and constant screams when he speaks, had fallen at his feet without having known it

Right now you and him were eating in the school cafeteria where Shoto was enjoying his delicious food and you were in front of him, simply staring at him

-Endeavor wants your family to come to our house for dinner tonight- he murmured

You knew the reason why Todoroki called his own father by his hero name and you didn't blame him, that guy had done a lot of harm to your friend's family and you couldn't forgive him for that, although a few days ago it seemed that his attitude had changed and he sought to make up for the mistakes of his past because Shoto told him about the constant invitations he made to him in order to get to know his son Todoroki Shoto's friendships better, although it would be false if they said that Enji was not a friend of his parents

-Of course, I'll tell dad and mom- You muttered without removing that smile.

-Why don't you want to eat?- He looked at you confused.

-It's just that if I eat what I want, I probably won't be able to fit into a suit I want to wear to a gala- You replied -Besides, I don't want to gain weight...more- he muttered.

-But you look good the way you are, and the suit won't shrink because you eat well, go on, say ah- he said, offering his food to you, you happily accepted it, Todoroki always made you feel so safe.

-How delicious - You exclaimed, It the was the first time you had tried his food and it was a tremendous delight

-I like it a lot too- he smiled slightly.

-Beautiful smi-..-someone interrupted him.

-Hey- the blond said sitting next to to you- I'll be brief, do you want to have the chance to go out with me?

-I-I'm sorry Monoma, I'm dating someone haha- You laughed nervously.

-Excuse me? From what I hear you are single-..- this time you interrupted him.

-Monoma, Todoroki and I are dating- this made Shoto surprised, causing him to cough in surprise

-tsk..you always want to be the center of attention I can't believe I liked an idiot from class 1-A- he left muttering curses

-Was it very awkward?- You looked at Todoroki with embarrassment.

-it doesn't matter

#bottom male reader #gay #male reader #x reader #reader #shoto todoroki #mha shoto

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cherryblossombankai · 2 months ago

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My Love is Mine All Mine - Part Two: Happiness is a butterfly

Part One Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Summary: Your relationship with Enji has been blossoming in secret, but new developments will force you to tell his kids the truth. Warnings: pregnancy, interrupted smut, fem!reader, family drama, age gap romance, family trauma Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @missmadness123, @keiva1000, @copolite01

Enji couldn’t believe a love like this truly entered his life. After all he’s done, the family he threw away, he doesn’t believe he deserves it. In the days following your heated kitchen confessions, he began to realize you made a mistake and kept waiting for you to realize it too.

He’s old enough to be your father. He’s a broken-down hero and a shell of a man. Every morning when he wakes up next to you, he’s surprised you’re still there. He relishes being here with you, having his hands on you and being able to kiss you. He greedily takes all he can get in fear that one morning you’ll wake up and realize you’re throwing your life away for him.

But it’s not this morning. No, this morning you’re waking him up with your lips on his neck. You’re biting down gently, leaving a fresh mark on top of a recently healed one. Your gentle fingers are toying with his fiery red pubic hair and teasing the base of his cock. He tilts his head towards you, his neck stiff. His arm is a little numb from you sleeping on it.

“Mm, good morning,” you purr against his ear before leaning down to kiss his chest. Your hand moves lower to wrap around his morning wood and you begin stroking him.

“Good morning to you too,” he smirks before leaning in to kiss you. You nip at his lip playfully.

“Fuyumi are coming over today, right?” you ask softly.

“Mhm.”

“But later, right? We have time?” you giggle.

“We have time,” he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Despite the passion growing between the two of you, the love that had blossomed, you’d been discreet. Nobody knew about your relationship. Enji had been honest with you about his past, and his desire to rebuild his relationships with his family. You’d agreed to take your time, to keep things quiet until he was ready to tell them. It was hard to keep it a secret and act like nothing was happening between you every time they visited, but you wanted to be good for him. He deserves to be able to take his time.

You pull away from his kiss and begin kissing your way down his chest. You drag your tongue over one of his nipples before moving down further and kissing his tummy. He still exercises a bit, but retired life has made him soft. He’d been embarrassed the first time you were fully naked together, but you were all over him immediately.

“Spoiling me this morning?” he asks as you settle between his big thighs. You kiss his thighs softly before kissing the tip of his cock.

“Well, you did spoil me last night,” you giggle. “I just want to return the favor.”

He reaches down to run his fingers through your hair, his eyes are gentle on your face. You suck on the tip of his cock, lapping up the precum leaking from it. You stroke him as you begin taking him deeper down your throat. He rests his prosthetic arm at his side.

You’re almost deep-throating him when his phone rings. You start to pull away, but he holds you in place.

“Don’t stop. I’ll let it ring,” he says.

You hum softly around his cock, and continue taking him deeper down your throat. He arches his back when he bottoms out down your throat. You moan for him, and you move up and down his cock. He’s a moaning mess, but then his phone rings again. He glances over and sees it’s Fuyumi calling.

“Fuck, she’ll keep calling if I don’t answer,” he sighs.

You pull off his cock with a soft pop. “Then, answer.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he smiles sheepishly before grabbing his phone off the nightstand and answering Fuyumi.

You crawl out of bed and pull on his t-shirt from last night. It falls past your thighs. He watches as you saunter off to the adjoining bathroom, but you’re careful not to make too much noise as you begin your morning routine. After washing your face, you head downstairs to start breakfast.

Enji sits outside on the porch talking to Fuyumi on the phone. You smile softly as you watch him. He’s patient and gentle. Even though she’s chatting away and he doesn’t enjoy phone calls at the best of times, he never grows weary of talking to her.

He’d be a good father now, you think. Although he’d probably shrug off the idea of starting over. The thought then leads to a spiral…When was your last period?

“Shit,” you run to the bedroom and grab your calendar out of your purse. You count back the days and realize you’d skipped a period. You’re not surprised you didn’t notice. It was just another week of amazing sex you took for granted.

Enji comes to the bedroom just in time to see you throwing on your clothes.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” he asks when he notices how frantic you seem.

“I just uhm, need to go to the store,” you explain. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Should I come?I can drive you,” he offers.

“No, no, it’s okay. Really!” you sit on the edge of the bed and pull on your shoes. “Is everything okay with Fuyumi?”

“Ah, well, that’s something we should talk about. My son, Touya, is ready to come home.”

You pause between shoes and look up at him. He’s apprehensive to show you just how thrilled he is about this news. Inside you’re panicking. It’s too much, isn’t it? Touya coming home is wonderful, and he deserves this time with his father. To have Enji’s eyes on him like he always wanted. If you’re pregnant, it could ruin everything. A pang of guilt hits your stomach. How could you let this happen? You thought you were so careful with your birth control.

“He wants to stay with me,” Enji explains. “So, I was thinking maybe it’s time we tell everyone about us. He might feel differently if he knows, and maybe you will too now.”

“Enji,” you stand up and place your hands on his shoulders. “I have to go. I’ll be right back.”

And there it is, he watches you leave and he can only assume this is the last time. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. The moment when you awaken and realize he’s not what you want.

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When you come back to the house. Fuyumi’s car is already in the driveway. Luckily, you’d picked up more than just pregnancy tests so it’ll look like you’re just arriving for the day. You come into the front door, and Enji’s eyes immediately meet yours. He’s shocked you’re back, but he tries to keep calm in front of Fuyumi.

“Good morning, sir,” you smile sweetly and bow your head. “Hi, Fuyumi!”

“Hello!” she greets you back cheerfully before disappearing into the second bedroom.

“She’s getting it ready for Touya,” Enji explains. He waits until she’s busy again before coming over to you. He takes your hand in his. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes, I’m just a little queasy,” you smile softly. You kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

His heart lightens when you say those three little words. He kisses your temple quickly, “I love you too. I better go help Fuyumi.”

“Alright,” you smile. It fades into a worried frown when he leaves the room. You grab the pregnancy tests and take them to the bathroom. Your hands are shaking when you open the boxes to read the instructions.

You finally get up the nerve to take one, then the other. You cap the stick and leave them on the counter to wait for the results. The next few minutes are the longest of your life. You pace back and forth, chewing nervously on your thumbnail. The time on your phone goes off, and you get the nerve up to check the tests.

A pair of little pink plus signs stare back at you.

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Fuyumi leaves that afternoon with promises of coming back in a few days with Touya. Enji watches as you clean up the kitchen. He can tell you’re tense about something, but he has no idea what.

“Sweetheart, come here,” he calls for you. “Come sit with me.”

You smile softly at him and come to sit on his lap, careful not to sit on his bad leg. You wrap your arms around his neck, and you kiss him deeply.

“Talk to me,” he says gently. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“What? Is it that obvious?” you blush.

“Mm, just a bit.”

You lean against his shoulder and hold his hand in yours. Your fingers delicately trace over his knuckles. You’re so nervous to say anything, but you know you have to tell him.

“We’re…Uhm…Well, I’m…” you trail off, unable to find the words. Tears sting your eyes because you’re so certain he won’t be happy with what’s next.

His brows furrow with concern as he watches you struggle. He wraps his arms around you, “Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I know, I just…” you shake your head. “Maybe I should just show you.”

You get off of his lap and you go to the bathroom again. You get the pregnancy tests out of the drawer you’d tucked them away in. The plus signs are still as clear as day, cheerfully pink as though your future wasn’t hanging in the balance.

Enji is sitting on the sofa, dazed and confused by what’s going on with you. Finally, he looks up at you. Instead of saying anything, you hand him the pregnancy tests. He stares at them dumbfounded and then looks up at you.

“P-pregnant,” he says softly. For a long time after uttering that word, he sits in silence. The tests look tiny in his large hands, and he stares at them.

“Please, say something,” you plead.

When he looks at you again, his eyes are full of tears. His bottom lip trembles, and he wants to say something but he’s so afraid to say the wrong thing. To hurt your feelings, or worse to make you feel any pressure to go through with the pregnancy, would be a nightmare. He cups your face gently in his hands.

“How do you feel?” he asks softly.

“I feel—” you hesitate, and then a smile breaks out across your face. “—excited! Yeah, I feel really excited!”

“In that case, this is wonderful news,” he whispers.

At those words, your entire body relaxes. You laugh as tears of joy well up in your eyes. You look up at him, seeing your happiness reflected in his eyes. He leans down to kiss you deeply. He’s gentler with you now, his hands are tender.

“I’m so relieved,” you say when he breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours.

“You should’ve told me sooner, baby. I would’ve sat with you while you took the tests.”

Your heart races, “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel, with your son coming home and everything. I was so nervous about how you’d feel.”

“I know, I know,” he sighs softly. He sits down on the bed, holding your hands in his. There’s so much to worry about, to think of. He wants to lose himself in this good news, but there are things that need to be done.

“We’ll work it out, together,” you say sweetly.

“Just like that, hm?” he smiles softly.

“Yep,” you lean down to kiss him again. “Just like that.”

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‘Just like that’ wasn’t as easy as you’d hoped. The reactions to his news were mixed at best. Shoto was surprised to learn of the relationship between you and Enji, but even more so had seemed a little grossed out at the thought of his father making a baby. Natsuo was annoyed by the whole thing, and mostly worried how this child will be raised. Fuyumi felt betrayed that she hadn’t been made privy to the relationship sooner, and now there’s a baby on the way. You might as well have eloped without telling her.

Then, there was Touya. Enji had gone to the hospital to see him a couple days before he was set for release. You’re not sure how that conversation went, but when Enji came home he locked himself in the bedroom. When you pressed your ear to the door, you could hear him crying.

He came out of the bedroom a while later, his eyes red and puffy. You come to him, standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him softly. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, and he leans down to kiss you back.

“Is everything okay?” you ask him.

“I’m alright…Just visiting Touya today…it got to me, but it was between us.”

“I understand,” you stroke his cheek. “Can I help somehow?”

“Just let me hold you a little while, yeah?”

You nod eagerly and grab his hand to drag him to the sofa with you. “I get to pick the movie.”

#🌸.writes #enji todoroki x reader #mha endeavor #endeavor x reader #endeavor mha x reader #endeavor bnha #todoroki enji x reader #todoroki enji #enji todoroki #endeavor #enji todoroki x fem!reader

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haine-kleine · 4 months ago

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a slightly surrealistic take on why the Dabi is never around:

when Touya was still in coma, AFO didn't let go of his plan to prepare the boy as his future vessel. the state of his body allowed AFO to take more risks with him, and thus he gave Touya an experimental quirk he engineered, one that could give him Yoichi back. the quirk can take the user to the alternate universe where his greatest desire is fulfilled, while still keeping them tethered to their original reality, allowing to freely move between the worlds if they so desire.

when Touya woke up from the coma and ran back home, the shock of what he saw there had activated his new quirk. he is thirteen again. he is also the only son of Todoroki Enji, Fuyumi is now his only sibling. his hair is red again, like it used to be, like it always was supposed to be, and he doesn't burn anymore, the grotesque skin grafts only an uncomfortable memory. his father looks at him with such pride it takes Touya's breath away. he got so used to having to beg for sideway glances from his dad, like the very sight of Touya makes him ashamed. this new world is a dream come true, everything he ever wanted put directly into his palms. his body does not betray him, his father entrusted his dream to him, his heir, his only heir, his mother and sister supporting him instead of turning away from him.

and then he remembers Shouto. little Shouto, who was born perfect, born to replace him. he remembers attacking him when he was just a baby. he was so little then, and he vividly recalls the burning hatred that consumed him, how much he wanted Shouto, that perfect thing, gone.

Shouto was never born in this world. as Touya thrives in this dreamlike reality, he can't help thinking about the missing parts. did his dream kill Shouto? did it kill Natsuo? is he worse than the father he left behind in that horrible world, the father that made children like objects to be used? the more he thinks about it, the less enjoyable this new world becomes to him. his mother, who looks at him and at Enji with such open fondness, his sister who is his best friend now, who proudly tells her classmates about her brother, who is training to become the greatest hero, his father who doesn't even seem like the same man he had been chasing for nine years. his own selfish happiness. is all of that worth the price two little boys paid for it? is he truly so self centered to think his happiness is more important than the lives of his own brothers? had his father not stopped him, would he have actually killed little Shouto?

as he starts dwelling on this more and more, missing his little brothers, fixating on the guilt of erasing them from existence by proxy of being born the 'right way', he activates the quirk again. in the new universe he is 10 years old, and as soon as he sees Natsuo he bursts into tears. his little brother worriedly asks what father did this time, and Touya can't form any reply, pulling Natsuo in a tight hug. this is the first time Natsuo's brother has hugged him. later, when Touya calms down enough to stop squeezing Natsuo like he's going to disappear, the boys leave their shared room. what Touya sees next doesn't make any sense.

'Touya-nii, Natsu-nii, let's play!' a tiny boy with a gap toothed smile and rosy cheeks holds out a ball to them.

Shouto had never been allowed to step foot in the hall on this side of the building. father never allowed them to even look at each other directly. Touya's breath catches in his throat, his heart starting to beat rapidly. he hears the loud footsteps that are about to be followed by screaming, why did Shouto think this was a good idea to come here-

then the real Enji passes them by, reminding Shouto about the afternoon training, ruffling Touya's hair on his way to leave.

if the previous world was a dream come true, this one is extremely confusing.

eventually he learns that the difference here is that he had never attacked Shouto, and his father had never isolated his youngest brother from the rest of the siblings. all four of the Todoroki children are allowed to spend time together. remembering the heavy weight Natsuo and Shouto's absence put on his chest in the previous world, he decides to let go. it was him who wanted all of his siblings, and he already got to live his dream once. his vulnerability to fire is back, and the memory of burning alive is suddenly a vivid nightmare keeping him up at night. he looks at his mother's calm, relaxed face, as she watches a movie with the children. he thinks back to the stitched up, unfamiliar face he saw looking back at him in the hospital mirror. he thinks back to Fuyumi-chan's words, from when they were little. she doesn't want to see him hurt. he doesn't want to be hurt either. is it really so bad to let go? he glances at his family. Shouto is snoring his icy snot bubble with his head on their mother's knees. Natsuo is gripping Touya's shirt tightly, pushing his head into his shoulder, pretending he is not crying about the sentimental scene that is happening on the screen. Fuyumi is invested in the movie, but after hearing Touya's snort glances at their younger brothers and exchanges a grin with him. the calmness he feels here is like a warm blanket, the comfort such a faraway memory he had almost forgotten this feeling. would it really be so bad to let go and enjoy it?...

he wakes up once again. he is not at home and he is alone this time. 'wake up, sleepyhead', ghosts of children whisper to him, and the dread starts to sink in. he is back in his original world, the garish scars on his whole body as stark as he remembers them. he learns that two years have passed since he woke up from coma. he is no longer a middle schooler, Todoroki Enji's heir training to become the number one hero, nor a ten years old boy surrounded by an accepting and caring family. he is an adult, covered in self inflicted scars, with nowhere to go to. he feels like a child who had his candy taken away. it's so unfair! were those worlds just dreams his sick mind hallucinated while he was in another coma, and who on earth had been taking care of him this time?

this sends him back to the first alternate universe. he is back to being Enji's pride, separated from his brothers.

this goes on for a long time, as he clumsily learns to control this world travelling quirk. he spends as much time as possible in the two worlds, using them to escape the progressively glaring reality of the time slipping through his fingers, becoming a disfigured homeless adult having to fend for himself. on a particularly nasty night, his hunger and loneliness equally suffocating, he decides to come back home. if being away from his family is the main problem, then he can simply come back, can't he? maybe, if he stayed when he came back for the first time, if he didn't start crying and ran away from the sight of his father training his youngest brother in his place, if he revealed himself, they would have accepted him like they did in the second world. he misses the comforting chill of his mother's touch. he misses his father, the memories of the monster who beat his mother and his youngest son drifting away in the mess of the conflicting memories he made as a world traveler. he looks down at his reflection in the muddy puddle, the street lights painting his rough features red. he takes a deep breath, and heads in the direction of the Todoroki mansion.

he doesn't even get past the gate before Endeavor's sidekick almost arrests him. Enji joins in to the chase, and the cold derisive detachment his father looks at him makes him stumble. he escapes on pure adrenaline, overexerting his quirk and nearly burning both of his arms off. this is how he meets Giran. this is when he decides to stay in this world permanently. even if it feels like being thrown out from heaven straight to hell, he can't indulge in this escapism anymore, wasting the years he has left in the real world. he has to steel himself and make do with the life he has in this world, separated from his family. Todoroki Touya was left behind in the past, in other worlds, a faraway concept buried by time and space and impossibility of his existence, stretched thin between three different lives.

***

Dabi is a very weird individual. it’s a commonly accepted opinion in the League of Villains, a group consisting exclusively of weird individuals.

Shigaraki won’t tell this to anyone, but the initial reason he let Dabi join, let him stay, despite his rudeness and open lack of interest in his, his leader's case, is because the man is a mystery, one even his Sensei is fascinated with. when he disappears without any warning for the first time, Shigaraki uses all of his resources to try and track Dabi, to punish him for his betrayal. a week goes by, and he turns to Sensei with a humble request for help. his Sensei doesn't even appear angry with his failure, informs him that Dabi is going to be impossible to find until he allows himself to be. Shigaraki knows that Dabi has a fire quirk, how is this possible? does he have an ally who will hide him with their quirk? but even Giran didn’t know where the man disappeared to, didn’t crack even when Shigaraki made Twice, the sweet unassuming man he knew Giran trusted, contact him asking for help with locating Dabi. he ponders this, scratching viciously at his neck (Kurogiri pulls his hands away), and the look on his Sensei’s face, an almost gleeful smile, the proud tone of his voice, make him stop.

does Dabi actually have two quirks?..

***

despite the common notion, Toga is not actually the harebrained cutesy teenage girl that she pretends to be. what she is, is a good judge of character, and a very good actor. it takes one to know one, and she cracks Dabi’s mask before she even learns the man’s name. everything about him feels artificial. she knows Shigaraki and Spinner are pissed at him for not being serious about the League of Villains. she feels Dabi isn’t serious about anything. the more time she spends around him, the more she feels like she is interacting with a very bad actor who landed a role he never wanted to participate in. when he is not active on villain duty, it’s like he isn’t sure what his script should be, hiding behind his phone most of the time.

still, when Shigaraki throws his second tantrum because Dabi came back after two weeks of no contact, she finds the sulking man hiding from everyone in the garage.

“you should learn to be a better actor, if you want to pull your thing off”, she tells him in a serious voice. it’s their first serious interaction, and Toga feels like a predator stalking her prey. no matter how much Dabi shows off his scars and throws insults around, he can’t hide the fast pumping of his heart. she allows herself to look at him, really look at him at him, and she finds that his glittery blue eyes don’t belong on his face. his eyes are too honest, too open, raw emotion presented like an open book. after a long moment of silent eye contact, he slumps in defeat, hugging his knees and making such forlorn sight that Toga almost feels bad for him.

“i will, just don't tell on me”.

no one is sure how old Dabi actually is, his voice so raspy it could belong to a serial smoker or to an old man, his face too damaged by the scars to make any age lines identifiable, but sometimes the things he says, the tone of his voice, make Toga think of a boy, rather than a man.

#slaps dabi this bad boy can fit so much whump in it #i have many thoughts and feeling on touya's fucked up understanding of his own age #it's like he got his childhood taken away from him #cut clean off immediately after the sekoto fire #and he is filling in the role of an adult that he never actually grew into #so touya todoroki the child and villain dabi the adult exist separately from each other #connected only by the trauma his father inflicted on him and by the sekoto fire #but when touya calls his siblings by the chidlish honorifics and his mother okaasan it's like he preserved touya the child fully unchanged #natsu-kun let's play #yeah...#this is my magnum opus #expect more of this #bnha #dabi #todoroki touya #todoroki rei #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shouto #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #luna's many aus #long post

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 2 years ago

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Idk what to tell to the people who still don't get that although is okay to teach kids the rules to live in a society (like respect others or don't kill or whatever), Kotaro Shimura, Enji Todoroki and Toga's parents didn't care as much for society rules as they care for the rules that made them feel okay at home.

Which in the end caused the main villain trio to reject authority and society and turn into violence, since they did try to use words as kids and were royally ignored.

Tenko, Touya and Toga tried very hard to be good kids, but in their parents conception it was not enough 'cause they couldn't repress some of their needs: they wanted their dads and moms to accept them as they were, to accept who they wanted to be, to accept the way they expressed love and accept the way they interacted with their surroundings.

In Tenko's case, Kotaro was unable to accept his kid desire to become a hero. His could be the worst case in bnha, given the violence of his tragedy and how misfortune (maybe even something else) played on it ending so badly. Tomura himself said that house rejected his very identity, even tho Hana tried to support him in secret and Nao stood up for him, little too late. For what we saw of him as a child, his only defect as a son was wanting to be a pro-hero, dream that got him beaten up for, grounded in a rather cruelly manner. Kotaro's trauma turned him into an irrational man, his hatred for heroes was both the build up and the catalysis of the tragedy that ended the lives of the people he loved the most.

Tenko didn't become a villain because he was an evil kid. He became a villain because AFO wanting it so and because Kotaro inculcated in him such extreme hatred.

In Touya's case, it's a bit more complicated. I don't believe Enji's obsession was completely evil in nature, although his actions were truly selfish and it became later abusive, when his desperation blinded him to the point he was unable to understand how bad he has turned out to be. Like in Tenko's case, the mother is at fault only in yhe sense that their lack of intervention allowed the situation to escalate 'til they couldn't prevent it anymore. Touya's case differentiates itself in the fact that he was older than Tenko, his behavior declining over the years into extreme violence, unlike the way Tenko exploded in murder glee when Kotaro hit him one last time.

The lack of proper attention from both Enji and Rei allowed Touya's behavior to become a tragedy. Their negligence, Enji's focus on his work and Shouto (as a project not a son) and Rei's role of a caretaker yet not a mother, combined with the incapacity of Natsuo and Fuyumi to understand what Touya was going through (really, only Shouto could, but at that point Touya hated him too much and Shouto was way too young)... Well, it didn't end well for a kid that didn't want help anymore but attention on his own terms. He was tired of adapting, the same way Tenko rebelled in his insistence of acting the hero way.

The same house rule ( YOU CANNOT BE A HERO ) sent them both to AFO's hands, one way or another. They were kids who couldn't act the way their dads wanted, so fuck them I guess.

That part is compatible to Toga's case. Kinda.

Toga's parents are by far the most twisted of the bunch, which is a lot to say considering that Kotaro hit his kids and Enji even hit his wife. Yet, without having to touch a single hair of their little girl, they inflicted damage so deep she preferred to become a runaway criminal than to stay at home one more day.

At least Kotaro and Enji valued at some level Tenko and Touya's existence. Toga's parents didn't care about her at all. She was as good as a broken doll, an imperfect piece of their furniture, something they wish wasn't related to them at all. Enji was at least worry about his son and he loved him at some degree, the same way Kotaro worry over Tenko was born out of his fear of losing his family. Nothing of it excuses what they do and let it be said that Enji and Kotaro did saw Touya and Tenko as monsters at some point (when Touya tried to kill Shouto and on his Dabi era, when Tenko killed his family and turned to Kotaro). Yet it doesn't compare to the way Toga's parents immediately erased her from their lives, even denying any affiliation. They sent her to that therapy like a car needing to be repaired. She was a sign of status, she was an object that they failed to produce, she was an aberration and a freak, she deserved to be put down.

From the three od them, Toga was the one who struggled the most to fit in socially, not to society standards tho. To her parents.

If all these parents had cared for their kids more than they cared for his own stupid rules maybe things would have been different. But that's the core of their problems, they don't need the whole world to accept them, they need to treat the internalized traumas their parents left them with, the self-hatred and the feeling of inadequacy and the need for acceptance (of themselves) and recognition.

That's why Toga, Izuku and Shouto are the key for their recovery. Acting as mirrors, they are meant to provide the closure the villain trio desperately need. It's not just a sibling or a nemesis bond, but a recognition of the self through the other situation.

If they can accept themselves and correct their ways and get free from their parents absurd rules, if they can move past the child need for their parents validation, maybe they can finally exist in a less painful way.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha leaks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 392 #dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #himiko toga #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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i can just imagine enji taking his sweet girl’s virginity! her tears, his moans.

(please i want this written so baddd)

Warnings: deflowering, blood, Enji is divorced

SINFUL SUNDAY

Dating Enji Todoroki, the renowned Number One Hero, had been a whirlwind experience. Despite the significant age difference, his gruff demeanor, and the shadows of his past, you'd fallen hard for the man beneath the hero's façade. The days you spent together were a blend of passion, understanding, and warmth.

One evening, as you snuggled together on his plush living room couch, a cozy fire crackling in the background, you couldn't help but reflect on how far you'd come. The two of you were wrapped in each other's arms, Enji's muscular frame providing a comforting shield.

You leaned your head on his broad shoulder, looking up at him with a soft smile. "Enji, I never thought I'd find someone like you."

He turned to you, his sharp eyes softening as he met your gaze. "And I never expected to find someone who could see past the hero and see the man."

You traced a finger over his chiseled jawline. "I love the hero, but I love the man even more."

Enji's lips quirked into a small, genuine smile. "You've brought light back into my life. After the divorce with Rei, I thought I'd be alone forever."

You kissed his cheek and nestled deeper into his embrace. "You're not alone, Enji. You have me, and I'm not going anywhere."

He let out a deep sigh, his arms tightening around you. "I don't deserve you."

You shook your head. "It's not about deserving, it's about what feels right. And being with you feels right, Enji."

On that particular evening, your passionate make-out session had reached an intense level. Deep kisses and exploratory caresses had ignited the room. Enji's hands, once focused on your upper body, began to venture lower, his calloused fingers gently caressing your lower thighs.

Both of you were partially undressed - you from the waist up and Enji as well. As his touch grew more intimate, he attempted to explore further, trying to slip his fingers between your legs. However, when he made this move, you pulled back slightly, placing your hand on his to stop him. "We can't do this. I'm a virgin, and I'm not ready yet, Enji," you exclaimed.

Todoroki was taken aback by your confession. Throughout your previous dates, he had assumed that you were simply taking the relationship slow and easy. The realization that you were still a virgin and likely very inexperienced surprised him, and turned him on at the same time. Despite his initial frustration, Enji respected your wishes. With a sigh of understanding, he reluctantly ended your make-out session for the day, realizing that some things were worth waiting for.

With an air of confidence, the next time found you entangled in a passionate embrace, this time within the confines of your shared bedroom. As per tradition, both of you were already bared from the waist up, setting the stage for a night of unrestrained desire. Amidst the heated exchange of kisses, Enji proposed a new level of intimacy, suggesting that you both shed the remaining layers and continue in just your underwear for the sake of comfort. It was a proposition he half-expected you to challenge, but to his astonishment, you granted your consent without hesitation. Without missing a beat, the two of you promptly disrobed to nothing but your undergarments.

The fervent exchange of kisses continued, as Enji once more sought to explore the depths of your desires, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path toward your pussy. Although initial hesitance tinged your reactions, he remained determined, kissing you deeply and caressing your right breast, all the while allowing his right hand to venture closer to the haven of your womanhood. You squirmed ever so slightly, yet your unyielding commitment to the passionate exchange prevailed. Time passed, and his unwavering determination yielded its desired result. Overcome with arousal, your legs involuntarily began to part, a silent testament to the undeniable chemistry that ignited the fervor between you two. Soon yet, your undergarments went off as well.

In a display of unyielding confidence, Enji found himself nestled between your legs, taking control of the situation. The firm, throbbing tip of his cock hovered teasingly at the threshold of your cunny, tantalizing but not yet delving inside. You two were locked in a passionate embrace, mouths fused together, hands exploring, every sensation amplified except for that final, exquisite connection.

The anticipation was palpable. Enji's craving for you was evident as he let the tip of his dick glide sensually along the contours of your eager sex. It wasn't just him who was feeling it; you were equally consumed by desire, so much so that your legs involuntarily spread wider in anticipation.

With exquisite patience, he commenced his conquest. He inched his way into your eager cunt, each thrust bringing him deeper into your sweet cherry. As he kissed you with unrestrained passion and caressed your every curve, he felt the sweet resistance of your soft, quivering flesh gently welcoming him. Your silky, moist folds enclosed around him, bit by tantalizing bit, creating a symphony of sensations that heightened the intensity of the moment.

As you came to realize that you were about to be deflowered, a surge of uncertainty washed over you. In an attempt to regain control, you attempted to close your legs, but it was futile as his cock was already partially penetrating your pussy.

Soon, Enji was at your cherry and he could feel the barrier. As he distracted you with more kisses, he thrust his entire, huge cock into your pussy and poped your cherry.

You cried out a little and he held still to let you get used to the feeling. "It hurts, Enji! Oh my God!"

Enji leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto yours as he gently cupped your face with one hand, his fingers grazing your cheek, and he whispered, "You're incredibly brave."

As the flames of passion began to smolder and a sense of tranquility settled between you, you found solace in the comforting press of your lips against Enji's once more. The connection between you was undeniable, even as he remained rigid, buried deeply within you.

With a measured grace, he eased his pulsating length partway out of your cunt, its surface glistening with a mixture of your shared desire and the hint of blood. A bead of crimson oozed out of your cunt and Enji groaned deeply at the sight. He was oh so turned on.

While you continued your fervent exchange of kisses, he embarked on a deliberate rhythm. The pace was unhurried yet his thrusts were strong.

Your cunt was so tight and felt great. Soon, you started getting into the rhythm of the fucking and were enjoying yourself, moaning a little, yet some tears rolled down your cheeks as you were filled to the brim by Todoroki's dick.

"That's it, doll, take it. Relax for me," he instructed in that low voice of his. His cock was buried balls-deep in your cunt, his balls slapped against your pussy with each of his thrusts.

In that intense moment, Enji's passion reached its zenith, and he thrust into you with an unrestrained fervor, delving as deeply as he possibly could, growling. Within a matter of heartbeats, his primal desire led to an explosive release deep within your recently deflowered cunt, filling you with the warmth of his seed.

Your shared bed bore witness to the mingling of passion and vulnerability. The culmination of your encounter left a tapestry of intimacy etched upon your bodies, with a mixture of cum, blood, and the juices of your union exuding from your vagina. You reclined, breathless and satisfied, a hand instinctively moving to shield your modesty, your fingers grazing over your tender core; you were shivering all over your body.

But Enji wouldn't allow you to hide in that vulnerable moment. His voice, filled with sincerity, broke through the haze of post-passion, "Stop it, Y/N. You're incredibly beautiful. And I love you." He wrapped his strong arms around you, kissing your temple.

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Todoroki: The Mountain, the Hawk, and the Haunted House Part 2

Link to the Todoroki family presentation: Part 1 | Part 2

Link to the Bakugo presentation 2.0: Part 1 | Part 2 | 1.0: Part 1 | Part 2

Link to the Kirishima presentation 1.0 | 2.0

Link to the Shoto Todoroki presentation

Link to the Deku presentation

Link to the Uraraka-Bakugo-Toga presentation

Link to the Shigaraki-All for One presentation

Link to the Spinner-Shigaraki-Bakugo-Deku presentation

Link to the BNHA presentations masterpost

Welcome to the second half of a comically long post.

Beautiful Winter and the Daughter’s Role

Fuyumi’s name means beautiful winter. She takes after her mother and, like Rei, is expected to be a Yamato Nadeshiko and uphold the family into which she marries. While the academic paper I linked earlier doesn’t say or imply this, it’s likely that a primary reason the firstborn daughter in many of the researched families moved away from the family is because she moved into her husband’s household to support his parents and her and her husband’s kids!

But Fuyumi makes a sacrifice in the absence of their mother and the first son - she chooses to stay in her father’s house to take care of him and take on the role of the mother figure and the firstborn son’s wife. But why?

There are lots of reasons. Keeping up appearances; keeping the household together; because look where following the traditional model of marrying some dude and going to live with and support his family got her mom; because the family she craves is the broken one in front of her, not some random new one... Follow your heart and pick your favorite.

But while Shoto may be, as Rei puts it, the family’s hero, Fuyumi is Enji’s hero in terms of maintaining any semblance of a family. He even says so in his mind, though he would do better by actually telling her.

Fuyumi’s distinctly winter-like name indicates to us that Enji had no intention of making her his successor (though at the time of her birth, he also didn’t need to do so.) This is par for the course in traditional expected family roles for Japanese daughters. Fuyumi’s birth order may have been saved from one form of hell and locked her out of what is traditionally the “man’s world” within the household, but it consigned her to another hell of the “woman’s world”.

Anyway, Fuyumi is the young woman of the new generation caught between traditional expectations and the realities of the demands of the modern day. She also doesn’t have much power in the overall social or household dynamic.

Masculine Summer and Second Son's Role

Natsuo’s name, which mean “summer” and “manly”, indicates even more obviously that Enji had hoped that Natsuo would have a fire quirk and take Toya’s place. Natsuo didn’t, though. It might be for the best.

Usually, second sons dodge the bullet of living for their parents, but they also lose out on many of the benefits and the attention that come with it.

For a markedly dated and extreme example, this article points out that while firstborn sons were exempt from becoming kamikaze pilots because their family roles were considered too important, second sons were expendable.

Natsuo is the young man who wants nothing to do with the ugly history of the old ways but isn’t in a position to do anything about it. He, uh, also doesn’t have much power, but he also didn’t do much to wrest the power from the extant system.

What is Shoto Todoroki?

Shoto Todoroki is the “hero of his family” and poster child for balancing extremes. Examples include:

Ice and fire

Mind and body

Past and present

Hate and love

Old and new

Obligation and personal desires

Deku and Bakugo

Shoto’s balancing act is very, like, zen - and also follows the Buddhist model of pursuing a middle way. You can read an entire post about him and his middle way here!

For the purposes of this discussion, we could think of Shoto as the ideal new Japan that is at peace with its troubled history, if we like. He’s the one that’s going to lead the way for his family to a new future, though he won’t necessarily have all the power the way his father did.

Todoroki Hypocrisy

If you didn’t notice, nothing about the traditional family structure is helpful or sustainable for the Todoroki family, and so, despite appearing traditional in their publicly-presented values and background, the Todorokis don’t follow the model at all! By trying to maintain the appearances that they do, they make even bigger hypocrites of Enji, and of Rei’s extended family.

Public Scandal and Apologies

First, I think it’s important to establish that the Japanese public’s relationship with their media is vastly different than that of many western countries’ populations and their media organs. For something to make a big enough splash that people are openly mad about it, it needs to be a pretty big deal. While the Japanese constitution guarantees freedom of the press, the press often doesn’t dig too deeply into controversial topics because, as the first article details, they follow the social mores of “not rocking the boat” more closely than the press in other countries.

It’s always important to remember that public opinion and official policy do not always support the same things or work together in practice.

Enji Todoroki, or more precisely, Endeavor, is a personified stand-in for the entire Hero system after All Might’s retirement, but before that, he was still a representation of the dependable, old, native government (Enji is, you know, an emblem of the patriarchy.) So, because of that, his family situation and personal wrongdoing being made public is a big deal. Massive. Even separate from Enji’s and Rei’s involvement in Toya’s death and their screwed up family dynamics, Dabi’s conducts and murders bring shame to the whole family, context be damned. It’s bad enough that he is a member of the family that did all of those things, ‘cause, you know, one bad apple ruins the bunch, but to specifically be their first son? The one who is meant to honor the parents and follow them most closely? Christ on a cracker, did Dabi fuck the entire family over with that video! He painted them all as total shitstain fuckups who don’t follow tradition, are terrible humans to one another, can’t keep their shit together and out of the public eye (which is arguably worse than being a terrible human, socially speaking), can’t be trusted with anything, can’t possibly be allowed to keep existing for the good of society…

Well, the only thing left in Enji and the family’s social toolkit is to apologize, which is. Oof. Woof.

So, apologies on a small scale are common in Japan, and downright necessary. Here’s an article about the importance of them in business and, to some degree, in everyday life. To apologize, one always accepts fault no matter what the greater context is. One does not explain the situation, because that is seen as making excuses. (This is part of why Dabi framed his actions as something to gloat about in his video. He ain’t sorry in the way the public might want him to be, and in fact, he’s shunting the responsibility for his actions and for his very existence onto his father.) Some of the specifics of how apologies work in Japan are counterintuitive to folks from the US for a variety of reasons, but we won’t get into it now.

Of course, apologies are necessary in Japanese society when something goes wrong, but the higher the stakes are, whether social, governmental, financial, or whatever else, the more unacceptable the screw up is in the first place. While Japanese apologies usually need to deliver a single party as fully at fault (even if it is unrealistic or unjust), accepting the wrongdoing is still shameful and is, just like a US-raised, apology-averse intuition might tell you, accepting fault and putting that shame on your shoulders.

‘Course, if one has enough money, clout, and influence, there is a secret third option that allows one to dodge the shame of apologizing while not appearing weak or cowardly: lie and deny everything. Do that, and the status quo is maintained. The boat ain’t rocked and people can go about business as usual without having to bring it up again.

And Enji, with Keigo next to him as #2, represents the status quo. This is why so much of the MHA public expected them - and wanted them - to deny it all.

If Enji and Keigo had denied everything, the shock to the public would have still existed, but been vastly mitigated. In particular, if Enji had denied it, he would be turning his back on the truth and also denying any need for the public to thrust consequences besides ones meant for show onto him. If Enji denied Dabi’s story, he would be denying the wrongdoings of the entire Hero system and HSPC. When Enji chooses not to deny Dabi’s story, he takes a big step forward in dismantling the existing Hero system and its illusory perfection in the hearts and minds of the civilians.

Enji’s public statement is something meant to prod the civilians towards supporting change and tearing down the walls between Heroes, Villains, victims, and civilians. Keigo’s involvement and exposure further backs this up.

Wait. Did some of you not realize that, in this story, the public is also being brought to task for their negligence towards their fellow citizens in all of this? Ah. Well, they are. The destruction of their cities and the mass resignation of many Heroes was the first of many things to befall them, and the exposure of Enji’s deeds and family situation was the final prod in the ass to get them to re-evaluate their society and what they could do to help.

And, actually, Enji and Keigo’s super-duper downer press conference creates a nice contrast with the hopeful tone of Deku’s announcement to the civilians within UA because - oops! That’s a different section. We’ll get to that later.

Anyway. Press conference. Consequences for Enji for being the worst father ever. Right. So here’s the thing: holding the press conference does spell out a consequence for Enji specifically.

While no big, dramatic, punitive, obvious, or immediate thing comes for Enji after his statement to the public, the mark against him in the public eye is permanent, much like the scar on his face (also left by Dabi, albeit indirectly. When he did that, he curse-marked him, you know?) Shame is a punishment, especially in eastern cultures, though the consequences aren’t as overt and obvious to many westerners. I’m not trying to say that the story shouldn’t offer other consequences to Enji, but I am saying that the story has already done something - and we’ll probably learn more about what long-term effects it has on Enji as the story goes on.

But perhaps more importantly, Enji and Keigo tarnished the image of the Hero system irreparably. They humanized - perhaps even villanized - Heroes by showing them as imperfect. That Enji and Keigo would not put the public at ease and apologize with standard decorum and platitudes as they were expected to do shows their commitment to being open with the public, even if the public doesn’t want to hear it.

They’re not hiding behind saving face anymore. The Hero system from the days of All Might is dead. It was a facade, and now it is gone. Enji and Keigo’s press conference is less about the two of them groveling to the public and more about the public realizing that they have to grow up and face reality, too.

What is Hawks?

What is Hawks? Or, rather, what is Keigo Takami?

Keigo Takami is Enji Todoroki’s final and hidden child - so hidden that Enji doesn’t know he has him! But of course, Keigo is Enji’s not by blood, but by inspiration and emotion - and plain ol’ attachment issues. While he isn’t the same kind of Frankenstein’s monster as Dabi, Keigo’s weakness is still fire, he is still haunted by the decisions he made in regards to his piece o’ shit family, and he is still very concerned with being near Enji Todoroki and disguising his legal name and identity.

And, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he’s an Icarus figure. Angel/Archangel also seems to be a source of inspiration for Hawks, though the similarities besides the big wings and some thematic details like the duality in the relative “good” and “evil” faces of both characters, and perhaps Angel and Hawks’ seemingly carefree attitudes, are few. Instead, Keigo/Hawks and Toya/Dabi make up the two halves of Angel/Archangel, especially in relation to their “creator”, Enji. Horikoshi even created a homage to it. But, uh, separate from that, I personally think Black Widow is the more relevant comic book character to bring up when talking about Hawks by himself and not in relation to the Todoroki family plot.

Unlike Dabi, Keigo wishes good things upon the Todoroki family and doesn’t have the intent to leverage those good things into greater suffering later down the road. He’s Enji’s very own anti-curse. Talk about a hamaya! Okay, well, not really, though hawks are seen as harbingers of good fortune and generosity, particularly if dreamed about on the New Year. (And we all know how Enji sees his mountains…)

While Keigo is not an arrow of light like Toya was meant to be, Keigo is still a light flying high in the sky, in a sense. Keigo’s name is startlingly straightforward.

Kei - teach

Go - enlightenment

Taka - hawk

Mi - watch

Someone watchful like a hawk who teaches the correct path to enlightenment. On paper, this is true. Hawks is a Hero for the commission and a begrudging mentor to Tokoyami. ‘Course, when he kills Twice (Jin! Twice’s given name was Jin, which means humanity! Keigo kills his humanity in killing Jin! Keigo’s murder of Jin is actually a BIG fuckin’ deal for this story. Others, particularly Hawks fans, have broken this down very, very thoroughly), Keigo does the opposite of what his name indicates. He teaches how NOT to be enlightened, and he is blindsided and (literally!) grounded by Dabi’s reappearance and knowledge of his name. Keigo suppressed, if not outright sacrificed, his individuality, name, and basically his soul in service to the Hero System and the HSPC.

In other words, he really did become a Hero like Endeavor - one who hurts his family (and friends) to help strangers as well as an individual who does whatever he must for his job while neglecting everything else in his life. Hawks put his duty and obligation before everything else. Sucks when people take advantage of someone for their quirk, huh. Keigo certainly was too fast for his own good.

On the other hand, Hawks is truly trying to create a better world and be better. Even while he was still under the HSPC’s thumb, I always found his lack of interest in raising up “the next generation” interesting. Why? Because he says he wants to create a world where Heroes are bored and don’t have much to do - in other words, he envisions a world where none of this Hero bullshit is necessary. His interest isn’t in lifting up “the next generation”, but also supporting the older and current ones, and just plain supporting each other.

And, slowly, with himself and his own life as a starting point, he’s learning to do it. The light of hope in Keigo’s heart is inextinguishable.

Keigo Takami VS the Todoroki Children

‘Course, Hawks’ upbringing couldn’t be more different than the Todoroki childrens’. For one, he was poor as shit and his family was not as educated or well-bred, notwithstanding the criminal element. They lived on the fringes of society rather than holding storied family ties or new fame and national pride. The last thing he wanted was for his parents to pass on the family business or even, in some senses, pay attention to him (because it usually meant they criticized or abused him), and the last thing they wanted to do was pay attention to him - or even have him around.

Also, unlike with Toya, the distance between Keigo and Enji is part of what facilitates their positive relationship - growing up, Keigo didn’t have to see the ugly reality of the man, only the idealized Hero. He could grapple with the ugly reality of the man later, when he was older and could project the misdeeds and mistreatment of his own biological father upon Enji, but with a completely different intent than Toya has for the man.

But this is important to consider in the context of other characters besides Dabi. It’s not completely false to say that, in many ways, Keigo’s relationships with his own father and how it relates to Endeavor mirrors Deku’s with Bakugo and how it relates to All Might for many of these same reasons.

Keigo’s Surrogate Fantasy

Enji’s change of priority and intent towards his own family - and even Rei’s newfound resolve to take a stand - is a surrogate fantasy for Keigo, who wanted to reconcile with his own family while acknowledging the terrible things they have done to one another. Oh, and how wonderful Keigo must think it is that Shoto is the Hero of his family despite being so young. How wild it is to realize that every time Shoto thought to himself that Keigo is so cool and so impressive, Keigo likely started thinking the same thing.

Too bad Dabi is Shoto’s brother instead and Keigo isn’t actually part of the family at all. And too bad that Keigo never realized that Dabi, Enji’s other son, was watching him very intently while Hawks, like everyone else, never did the same in return. Oh, well!

Keigo is still 20 pounds of family issues in a five-pound bag. To Hawks, the guilt he feels over abandoning his own family is a major motivating factor in his unspoken loyalty to Enji and the Todorokis. He’s not going to abandon them the same way he abandoned his own family.

Keigo apologizing to the public for Jin’s murder and explaining the details of his past alongside Enji is significant for several reasons. One, he is choosing to face his own past and, to some extent, his own desires in helping Enji and the Todorokis. Two, he is making his filial apology in what would, in other circumstances, be Dabi’s place. Keigo is a son figure who did horrible things and is owning up to them, and he’s doing it alongside a father apologizing for the awful shit he did that drove his son to murder and misdeeds in the first place.

And again on Jin: considering how spectacularly Jin denied Keigo’s offer to help if only he left the League of Villains, it’s not terribly surprising that Keigo would be hesitant to directly tell Enji and the Todoroki family about his feelings towards them. Jeanist probably knows, but I figure that dude’s collar is so high because it’s full of secrets.

Other Notes About Keigo’s Background

Keigo’ family is from Fukuoka, which is on Kyushu, the southernmost of the large Japanese islands. The people here are definitely not all “Yamato” Japanese, and these regions, like all the various regions of Japan, have their own regional identity and pride. Fatgum is from nearby Osaka, as @transhawks points out in this cute post about the potential of Fatgum x Hawks (also? PLEASE STAN FATGUM!) The most interesting and relevant part of that linked meta is the discussion about burakumin (I don’t recommend using this term outside of a western, english-speaking discussion), Japan’s caste system in the modern world, and how it may relate to Keigo or Fatgum. (By the way, this information is also relevant for any discussions of the mutant quirk cast members’ stories.)

A comparatively large population of folks associated with castes in these areas is one of the contributing factors for the notable yakuza presence there - ‘cause the yakuza’d hire and accept these folks when nobody else would.

Is Keigo meant to be burakumin? I dunno. I can’t say a lot about this in detail since it isn’t my place to do so nor my area of expertise. But the implication that Keigo’s self-labeling of his “dirty” wings may be a reference to his background through blood and ethnicity is worth pondering, especially in contrast to the prestigious family history present in the Todorokis.

Also, I’m not really sure if this is important, either, but hawks and falcons are associated with power in much of east Asia. In fact, falconry has an interesting history in Japan as an outdated status symbol, so Keigo’s presence around Enji could lend itself to some interesting interpretations…

So that’s the skinny on the Todoroki family and Keigo Takami. But there’s a rather formidable set of parallels I’d like to point out.

Parallel Narratives

Endeavor and All Might Revisited

First, I want to remind everyone of the very intentional comparisons constantly drawn between Enji and Toshi- er, All Might. Basically, both stories go something like this.

A man preoccupied with how they might suffer the same fate as his predecessors (Enji’s rejection of his father’s fate versus Toshinori’s assumption that he will die like Nana Shimura) sacrificed everything for the sake of appearing a perfect Hero. First, he is marked - and doomed - by the one who hates and wants him most (Dabi scars Enji’s face before ultimately “killing” Endeavor after his reveal versus All for One ripping out many of Toshinori’s organs and eventually “killing” All Might by forcing him into retirement), but emerges victorious. Eventually, his deepest secret, which will ruin him if it becomes public, is broadcast on live television (Dabi’s broadcast versus All Might’s televised last stand in Kamino). He must apologize to the people and continue to live on despite this (Enji and Keigo’s press conference versus All Might’s address to the public and subsequent talks with Aizawa). He must apologize to those whom he failed to see and own up to his mistakes (Enji’s apology to Natsuo and the family and his eventual confrontation with Dabi - he’s working on it - versus Toshinori’s apology to Bakugo, then Deku, and eventually Shigaraki - or so I am assuming).

Also, they are both old men who do stupid old man shit like use bad texting etiquette or need help using computers. But that doesn’t do much for us, narratively speaking. But Enji’s fight with One for All and how it resembles All Might’s in Kamino should bring their similarities to a very fine point.

Still, I’m not done pointing out parallels.

My Hero: Endeavor and Deku

We know All Might has compared Katsuki Bakugo and Enji in terms of their changes of heart. We also know that Bakugo and Enji are ambitious and, at least initially, selfish. Despite Bakugo’s heavily western (US) presentation and values and Enji’s obvious Japanese background, they are very similar.

Enji envied All Might as a superhero and as an “American”, and he was very nasty about it. As I’ve said, Bakugo’s expression of inadequacy more closely resembles Enji’s on the surface, but there’s always been something underneath it that Enji’s envy for All Might did not have. (It’s love and admiration for All Might and Deku, in case you have to ask. Meanwhile, Toya’s feelings for his father unfurled in the opposite direction. At first, he felt love and admiration for his father that soured into Dabi’s grudge. But that isn’t important right now.)

Enji and Bakugo are similar, sure, but Bakugo and Deku are also very similar, so the next natural step is to realize that Deku and Enji are also similar and have similar journeys.

Much like the “traditional Japanese” Enji envies the “exceptional westerner” All Might, Deku also envies the “westernized winner” Bakugo, though Deku’s never been as openly nasty about it as Enji and instead directs his punishing inadequacy inwards. But Deku and Enji both create suffering from their envy and desires.

@pikahlua recently pointed out to me that Deku and Enji’s stories are, in many cases, not just thematically similar, but frame-by-frame identical. They noticed the hospital parallel I’m about to draw first.

When Deku cries in the hospital after Bakugo’s kidnapping out of frustration at his own failure, key members of the class and Kirishima, with an outstretched hand, convince him to stop blubbering and go get Bakugo back together. Then, when Deku’s moment comes to take Bakugo’s hand, he decides against being the one to reach out.

While not evident in that moment, Bakugo has been wanting to take Deku’s hand for some time, and Deku VS Kacchan 2 makes this quietly obvious even as it causes Bakugo inner torment. Look at Bakugo’s blocking. I’m serious. Look at it. And if that wasn’t enough, Bakugo is still, in these at-current 362+ manga chapters, reaching for Deku and acting in his stead to the point that it’s destroying him.

When class 1-A brings Deku back to UA, the public is incensed over it. While Uraraka is the one to make an address to them from the rooftop (and Iida assesses that the class should watch in silent support as Deku and the folks inside UA reconcile), the civilians still turn to Deku and ask what he intends to do. His answer is to “bring it all back”. In other words, he’s resolved to keep fighting for everyone's sake - including the villains’, though he doesn’t say this directly.

When Enji cries in the hospital after Dabi’s reveal out of sadness, frustration, and shame at his own failure, his family and Shoto, with an outstretched hand, convince him to stop blubbering and go stop Toya - together. Later, when Enji’s moment to reach out to his son should have happened, Shoto is the one to catch him and try to soothe his heart instead.

Despite Dabi’s presentation and hostility, he has been wanting to see his father for some time. Everything about Dabi has been broadcasting this desire, sometimes literally, even if it is spiteful and twisted. And if that weren’t enough, Dabi is currently flying to his father in a ball of self-destructive flame to reach him even if it turns him into nothing but ashes.

When Enji must face the public to apologize, Keigo is there to support him. Enji must speak on his own behalf with primarily silent support, but when the press and people demand to know what he is going to do, his answer is, “Just watch me.” In other words, he’s resolved to keep fighting for everyone’s sake (his family included), just like Deku has done.

What, did you think Enji being an asshole, apologizing for it, and insisting the public “just watch [him]” was only a comparison to Bakugo’s apology and interior instruction during the Joint Training Arc that Deku “just watch [him]?” Or that Toya/Dabi’s pleading for his father to “Look at [him]”?

Deku needs encouragement to not “run away” from his heroic goal of saving Tenko when he finds Bakugo left as a “present” with a hole in his chest. Enji needs similar encouragement to not run away from the fight when he sees his charbroiled son keep destroying himself in his attempts to reach his father.

Deku may be all the good and noble things about an innocent, optimistic, and young “Hero of Japan” while Enji is tarnished from his misdeeds as an old “Hero of Japan”, but the biggest difference between them is context and lived experience. It’s the same stuff in different packaging.

In the Buddhist model, the ego - or sometimes I might use the words “consciousness” or “self” - is not something fixed, or at least, it shouldn’t be as it is not what should rule an individual, and it is determined just as much by the circumstances of one’s birth and surroundings.

Put another way, “nurture” matters just as much as, and sometimes more than, “nature”.

So, do you think you’re a “good” person? Let’s see what you do in a situation. Let’s see what you do when you are put in many, many situations that range from bad to worse, one after another. You think you are a “bad” person? Let’s put you in a better situation. Let’s keep putting you in better situations with emotional and physical support and see what happens.

And then, let’s ask someone else with a totally different background and point of view what they think of you.

All it takes for someone to become a villain in MHA’s Japan is, as the 24th volume title says, one bad day to serve as the capstone to a billion different little circumstances and choices that are not always within someone’s control. Likewise, all it takes for someone to fall from the public’s grace and have the world turn against them is the same thing.

People are individuals, it’s true - but they are also more than individuals. They are everything around them that shapes them, and also none of those things at all. Every day, we get to choose how to navigate that paradox. So do the Todorokis.

Thanks for reading.

#todoroki presentation #bnha meta #bnha manga spoilers #toya todoroki #dabi #endeavor #enji todoroki #shoto todoroki #rei todoroki #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #keigo takami #hawks #all might #bakugo katsuki #izuku midoriya #mha manga spoilers #mha meta

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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 1 year ago

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That Night in the Hot Springs

Chapter 2/3

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Enji Todoroki X Reader, ⚠️smut⚠️, fluff, angst, age difference, divorced Endeavor, ⚠️anime spoilers⚠️

Words: 3k

Summary: A divorced and hard-working Endeavor allows himself to lose his composure at the desire he feels for his young colleague. Yet, the flame hero did not count on the fact that what seemed to be just one wild night stand in a hot spring would lead him to fall madly in love.

A/N: This idea just kept popping up in my mind. In the end, it came out longer than expected, my bad, but if it's about Enji being soft and in love, I couldn't help but write a little more. Also, I was very excited to write about Endeavor after his wonderful character development. Why not give him a second chance?

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Chapter 2– The Real Enji Todoroki

A triumphant smile appeared on Endeavor's face, who, still with you in his arms, walked back to the hot springs. For a few seconds, he released one of his hands and tossed out of the water the towel that covered his hip.

"Curious, huh?" He asked with a mischievous smirk as he caught you trying to see more of his body.

Thus, he lowered you, but he still held you by the waist, for no reason was he going to let you escape. Now, facing each other, you were more aware than ever of the difference in size between the two of you. Enji was so tall that your chin brushed against his overly toned pecs. Still, when he brought you to sit on his lap, he did it carefully, wanting to make sure you had no doubts about what was going to happen between you.

However, before asking you, he kissed you for the first time. The urge to kiss you had seized the hero countless times, not only in the office, but in the tranquility of his home he suddenly found himself distracted thinking of you.

You could tell that your feelings for Endeavor were reciprocated by the way he kissed you. The heat that came from the hero was even greater on his lips, on them, you could feel Enji's flames provoked by having you so close. You knew it wasn't a boy who was pressing your lips but a man the moment the hero's huge right hand grabbed your neck to deepen the kiss and his left took care of enclosing your breast in the most sensual grip you've ever felt. For a while you did nothing but let Enji touch you as much as he wanted and kiss you as he wanted, until, contrary to your wishes, he stopped and spoke to you with an agitated and raspy voice, evidence of how excited he felt.

"Are you sure about this, kid?"

“I want you to fuck me since I met you, do it, please.”

"How fortunate, I've wanted to do it since you walked through my agency door." He confessed with a leer and a lustful smile. He kissed you again, but this time, the hand that was holding your breast reached your back, while the hand that was previously on your neck reached your cunt.

Endeavor's fingers were thick enough to satisfy anyone, and mindful of their size, the hero slowly eased the first into your body. He smiled not only noting how tight you were, but how wet you were.

"I thought I'd have to help you, but you took care of yourself, good girl" He whispered with a smile on his face.

You weren't able to answer him, you had already dug your nails into his shoulders when you felt how that first finger moved inside you and how he was already preparing you for a second. Enji massaged you in such a way that even in your most erotic moments when you were alone in your room thinking about him you had not experienced it. Endeavor knew what he was doing so well that he hit a particular point that made you scream his name, the pleasure was driving you crazy. What the hell was he up to? If he kept up like that, you were going to lose your sanity at any moment.

Enji didn't just tease you with her fingers, he never stopped kissing your neck, breasts, lips, and shoulders. From what you could see, sucking on your neck drove him crazy, because when he did it, you heard his hoarse moans getting more guttural. You enchanted him, there was no doubt about that.

You tried to warn him that if he kept moving his fingers like that you were going to cum, but apparently that was what he intended, because when he heard you, he smirked at you before biting your lip and moving his fingers even better. Those new spots he was reaching made it extremely challenging for you to maintain your composure.

“Let yourself go, kid. If you're in my arms, you're mine, come on, let me see that orgasm."

Obeying him, you loosened your grip on his shoulders, you didn't even care if you lost your balance anymore because you knew Endeavor would catch you. And as such, he did, he held you from the back while you arched it violently from the wild orgasm you were feeling. It was the first time that your gaze clouded over and that you felt that your chest was going to explode because of how agitated you had been. You weren't able to say a word, not even when Endeavor laid you on his chest and gave you time to catch your breath.

“Next time I want to hear my name coming out from that pretty mouth.” He ordered.

It took you some time for you to be able to lean on his pectorals to look at his face.

“Everything okay, beautiful?" He asked unable to hide some trace of concern.

"Just double checking I'm not imagining this." You replied as you got closer and gave him a peck on his cheek. You could tell he was not expecting that, for he got frozen at the same time as his freckles got more visible. However, just as you managed to do that, you managed to turn him on again by the way you looked into those perfect turquoise eyes, practically begging him to continue with what you were doing.

Carefully, Enji got to his feet, but left you sitting down and you quickly understood why. Once again lust took over you when you saw the redhead grabbing his huge cock and coming closer to you. You didn't know what was sexier, Enji grabbing your chin and ordering you to open your mouth so you can taste him for the first time, or the satisfaction of finally discovering how huge his body was.

As expected, it was not an easy job to put it all in your mouth, but you wanted it so much that after a while you did it. It was enough for Endeavor to look down and see your teary eyes from the effort you made to let out a little precum. It had been so many times that he dreamed of seeing you in that position that he was finding it difficult not to come quickly, plus your warm tongue felt incredibly good. Enji made you cough a couple of times, but it wasn't his own, for the hero was using all his willpower not to move his hip and demand more from you than you could; however, there were times when it was inevitable.

Like Endeavor, you didn't want to stop when he told you he was about to come, and you kept licking and sucking until new warmth filled your mouth. You could never forget Enji's face that first time you made him come. Nor would you forget how his moan sounded or how he held you tightly by the hair. You even giggled a little when you saw that the flames from his beard had returned since he had not been able to control them. Soon, he sat down again and his agitated breathing evidenced how overwhelmed he ended up.

"I can't remember the last time somebody made me came like you just did, kid." It was true, since he got divorced, Endeavor had recovered the sexual life he used to have when he was single; yet, he could never compare anything to the way he felt with your mouth on his length.

Smiling, Enji sat you on his lap again and ran his hands over your torso. Suddenly, he reached for your neck, which he encircled gently but with enough force to let you know that your night was just beginning, after all, if the hero had anything to spare, it was stamina.

Surprised and thankful to Endeavor's energy, you soon began to receive him inside of you, and if something shocked you about him that night, it was how gentle and delicate he was all the time you needed to get used to him. Enji was making sure you felt comfortable and then making you lose your mind. And so it was, because when you indicated that he could move freely, Endeavor did. And boy did he do it! The hero didn't keep anything from himself and he fucked you in whatever position you wanted. There were positions in which you were sure that your legs were going to fail you, but that was never a problem for him, who supported you with ease. Your boss was loving how he felt inside you, he had never desired a woman as much as you, and once he heard his name come from your lips, and asking for more, he swore that he would not let you go.

Every time Enji thrust his hip against yours, you felt that he pushed your body to new limits, as if you were about to break from so much pleasure, but it didn't happen because he didn't want to, he still had a lot to teach you. Endeavor's hands walked all over your body, holding you by the ass, legs, and breasts, they also wrapped your waist when he turned you on your back and made you rest your hands on the rocks that surrounded the pool where you were. Perhaps that was when he had to hold you the strongest because he did not restrain himself and let out such passion that you could barely follow his lead. But where you liked feeling them the most was around your neck, your mind just went blank the moment Endeavor straightened you up again and choke you while continued fucking you, he never stopped. You could swear you had him inside you from start to end. Now, being so close to your ear, you could clearly hear the sensual sounds coming from the hero.

It had already been too long, you were both close to reaching your limit. When it happened, you were more than ever grateful to have Endeavor next to you, because if it hadn't been for him, you would have fallen into the water, your body really couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Hawks was looking at you suspiciously, for Enji was softer than usual, and you barely had the strength to walk.

Almost a year had passed since that first time in the hot springs and your meetings continued, more and more regular, more and more constant until they practically became daily. Surprisingly, your relationship was going better than you came to imagine and on numerous occasions, your dynamic was the same as that of a formal couple. Like when you came out of the shower and you found him sitting in the breakfast room drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Seeing you, Enji winked at you before continuing to read. He had already served you your cup of coffee and had even made you something to eat. Or when you stayed together on the weekend and watched a movie with you lying on his chest. Another moment that felt so homie and intimate was when you helped him getting ready.

You soon discovered that Enji was terrible at tying his tie, and it was even more funny to see him struggle with the buttons on his shirts since the gigantic muscles in his arms wouldn't let him close them. He didn't always leave your apartment in formal clothes, he usually did it in his costume, but when he had meetings, it was you who helped him. Of course, you didn't always let Endeavor arrive on time, because when you saw him dressed like that, a smile from you was enough for the hero to take you into his arms for a second, and sometimes third round.

Likewise, he took care of you in ways you didn't expect. For example, he stayed with you when you got sick or injured. Despite he used to say that sometimes he liked to work from home, you knew he did it just to keep an eye on you. How else could he explain those sweet pecks he gave you when he came closer to you? There was no other explanation for his tender looks and warm hugs he gave you when he was supposed to be working.

You got to know him so well that you knew which days were good and which were not. You knew when he had met his kids because he came with a smile that he couldn't hide, especially if he was able to spend some time with Shoto. But you also knew if something at work hadn't gone the best way, because those were the days when he talked the least.

Despite how in love you guys were, you still worked together and had strong personalities, which caused some conflicts. Likewise, Endeavor couldn't hide his annoyance every time he saw another guy approaching you. His possessive nature made him burn inside, he wanted all your attention to himself. He hated to share your smiles. And you also couldn't deny that you acted similarly, every time you caught a woman near him, you discreetly called him or did something to recover his attention.

Even so, you loved being by his side, you even missed him when he had business trips, and contrary to what anyone would think, Enji was a man of details. He wasn't the type of man who would spend all day giving you compliments or kissing you, but he knew how to express what he felt, after all, that trait of his personality was what he worked on the most because he was aware that he had lost it due to obsessing with his career of being the number one hero. Yet, you couldn't help but smile every time he called you beautiful or kid, he had done it so many times that you started to think that he officially changed your name.

One night you were waiting for him to get home, you were preparing dinner when suddenly his huge arms wrapped you from behind and then you felt a warm kiss on your cheek.

"Hi, kid." He whispered hugging you just a little bit stronger. How you loved feeling that heat emanating from him! "I told you not to cook." When you turned to greet him as you really wanted, you noticed that there were several bags on the table. "It took me a while because I went to buy food, today I'll cook."

"No way! You hate making dinner.” Laughing, you stood on tiptoes to be able to hug him at the height of his shoulders, you had already gotten used to just getting closer, and Enji would lift you, so you can entangle your legs around his waist.

“I don't hate making dinner, I've never said that. But you insist so much on preparing it yourself, that I thought it was something you liked to do, that's why I let you.”

To tell the truth, you hadn't heard the last thing he said to you, because as soon as he placed you in a chair, you noticed how he was dressed. You knew that before coming to visit you he always took a shower at the agency and afterwards, leaving his hero outfit aside, he dressed in a jogger and a sweater, or some sports t-shirt. However, that night he wore jeans and a white shirt whose sleeves were rolled up and some buttons were open, allowing you to glimpse a part of his manly chest.

Absorbed in him, you heard him talk about his work, he told you that the U.A. principal had called him to attend a meeting, and then, against his will, he ended up having lunch with All Might, Eraser Head, Present Mic, and other professors. Even though he said he didn't want to, you knew that deep down when he went out with them, he had a good time, deep down, he considered them his friends, especially All Might.

Finally, you had dinner, but Endeavor seemed kind of nervous and insisted on looking at his leather jacket next to the door. Even after you had sex, he kept looking in that direction until he made up his mind and got out of bed. He didn't even get dressed, the hero just left the bed and walked to his jacket. His walking was funny, it was between annoying and embarrassing, which you found quite cute coming from the person who had broken your bed so many times that he regularly gave you a new one.

Soon you had him sitting next to you, and grabbing your hand, he put down a little black box. However, there was no way for him to look you in the eye, he avoided your gaze until with a kiss, you made him look at you again and explain himself.

“It's just something silly, but I saw it and I thought you might like it." Liar, you knew he would never do something like that, he cared too much about you just to give you something he hadn't previously chosen just for you. "Besides..." He continued talking, and although there was a little shyness you identified certain excitement in his voice. "Today's 6 months since that day in the hot springs."

“Enji…” You were surprised that he was aware of the date. Then, taking advantage of the fact that you were so close to the nightstand, you also took something out for him, something that made him open his eyes and make a very comic face in wonder. “I wasn't sure when to give it to you because I didn't know how you were going to take it, in fact, I thought I'd do it when you were about to fall asleep and you didn't notice.” Your comment made the handsome hero laugh, as well as won his heart.

"Despite all this time you continue blushing, kid?" He asked caressing your face.

"Oh! Come on! You barely managed to get the gift out of your jacket." You replied laughing.

That was how you both opened your gifts and while Endeavor looked at the precious watch you had bought for him, you gasped when you saw the ruby he had chosen for you.

“You once told me that red was your favorite color, I thought you might like it.”

“Enji, it's beautiful!” You responded excitedly, you had never had something so stunning. "And of course red is my favorite color, there's no other that reminds me more of you."

Turning to you, Enji moved your hair, put the expensive necklace in its place, and then kissed your shoulders as he thanked you for your gift.

Time passed and Hawks became suspicious, which was to be expected for a spy; yet, Endeavor's seriousness and his professionalism made him doubt your affair. Besides, Hawks thought you'd be confident enough to tell him something. And that's precisely what happened, you ended up telling him everything one night while you drink something together. You had had the worst argument so far with Enji. You had quarreled in his office because he explicitly prohibited you from taking part in a mission involving another hero of the same age as you.

"You can't forbid me anything, Endeavor!" You told him chasing him around the office.

“I can, and I'm doing it. You're not gonna participate." He took a seat and looked for some papers, trying to ignore you. "If there's nothing else I can do for you, I have a lot to do."

“Why am I not going to participate?! I'm perfectly capable of doing it!”

"Let him take over."

"That's because of your jealousy, right?" The moment you said that, Enji slammed the drawer shut and stared at you, offended that you said something like that. "You don't want to let me go because you're jealous and I already told you it doesn't even make sense!”

"What kind of foolishness is that?!"

"It's not foolish, I know you, Enji!"

"You're my subordinate, behave like one, keep quiet, and obey."

"But…"

“One more word and you're gonna get into trouble! Keep questioning me and I'll take away all the missions you have for this month."

"Well, then I don't want to work with you anymore, I can go to another agency!"

“Well, do it! Go! If that's what you want, go and find where your spoiled behavior would be accepted, I had enough of this! You're acting like a spoiled brat!"

The flames on his face and the intensity with which he rose to his feet almost made you step back, but being just as proud as him, you moved closer until the heat coming from Endeavor made you stop.

“You're just a cocky, pushy man, and when someone disagrees with you, you act like a jerk. You've been UNBEARABLE since…”

"Don't dare to continue talking." He warned you barely audible.

“No, Endeavor, listen to me! Every time you go to jail to see Dabi you get insufferable! Didn't you notice how you yelled at the interns? You even kicked me and Hawks out of the office because we tried to tell you something different from what you were proposing! Seeing Dabi makes you sick, it hurts you and you end up hurting others. And this is all because you keep blaming yourself for the decisions your son made. He chose to be a villain, you had apologized many times, let him go! Stop tormenting yourself and accept you can't control everything!"

“You're just a deluded girl who thinks that everything in life is easy. Grow up and think before speaking."

Endeavor had dealt a low blow, he knew perfectly well how insecure the age difference made you feel and for him to say something like that... he just hurt you. You didn't understand why he had done it if that subject was also sensible for him. He hadn't said it openly because communicating assertively was not a characteristic of the hero, but he was also dismayed by the difference between you.

You couldn't say anything else, you just shook your head negatively and left the office.

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