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dira333 · 1 year ago

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Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part VI

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 6: (2,5k words)

You’re in the kitchen, washing your hands and looking at the garden through the window when the door opens.

“We’re home!” Natsuo calls out.

“In the kitchen,” Touya calls back, drying his hands and sending you a comforting smile.

“My siblings.”

You nod.

“Oh, you’re here too.” Natsuo’s surprise is palpable until he spots the tree through the kitchen window.

“Sick! Fuyumi! Shouto! We’ve got a new tree.”

“What do you mean, a new tree?” Fuyumi steps in next, throwing you a polite smile before she spots the tree as well, racing after Natsuo on the way out.

Shouto’s the last to come by, staying close to the door instead of entering the kitchen properly, nodding a greeting.

“I’ll be in my room.” He tells them quietly.

“Don’t you want to see the tree?” Touya asks, hoping that his brother will like it. His reaction is the most important to him, after his parents.

“I don’t remember the first tree.” Shouto reminds him. Again, it feels personal.

Your hand’s suddenly on his arm.

Your eyes are still on Shouto like they always are when he’s around. But you’re touching him, voice soft and careful when you speak.

“To him, it is just a tree.” You tell him. “If you want him to understand, you’ll have to explain it. You can’t expect him to read your mind.”

“What’s it to you?” Shouto asks from the door and you push him, gently, towards his baby brother.

When they come back inside, you’re gone.

He wishes you had stayed.

“Your siblings,” You ask, late Monday afternoon, “How old are they?”

He’d been telling you about their reactions, how Natsuo and Fuyumi had been awed by your Quirk, how Shouto had been cautious at first and lost in thought the rest of the night.

How his mother had cried and his father had hugged him, awkwardly but tight, when they realized what their tree stump had become.

“Fuyumi is one year younger than me. I’m 26 by the way. Natsuo is four years younger and Shouto is eight years younger. Why?”

“Just curious. Shouto-kun looks a lot older than he is but when he mentioned that he did not remember the tree I felt my math not adding up.”

“How old are you?” He asks something he’s been wondering about for longer than he wants to admit.

“Guess.” You’re grinning and he’s groaning.

“Don’t do that to me. I’m awful at that.”

You shrug. “You don’t have to guess. You can just keep not knowing.”

“Twenty.” He blurts out the first number that comes to his mind. You laugh.

“Twenty-two?”

“Sill wrong.”

“Twenty-four?”

“Nope.”

He glares at you as you giggle.

“Eighteen.”

You’re full-on laughing now, enjoying his miserable guessing skills a little too much, when the bell chimes and his father enters the shop.

You fall quiet like the laughter has been sucked out of you.

“I’m sorry.” Enji looks as awkward as Touya feels. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No worries.” Your smile is polite but distant. “I need to get more plant food for the roses. Call me if you need help.”

You move toward the back room but his father calls your name.

“No, please… Please stay. My wife sent me. We want to invite you over. For dinner. As a thank you for the tree.”

“I didn’t do much.”

“You did more than enough.”

Again it feels like you’re no longer talking about the tree.

“You don’t have to.” He tells you. “But it would be nice if you came.”

You look at him and Touya wonders, not for the first time, if you can read his mind.

Eventually, you nod. “But nothing fancy, please.”

Touya smiles. “Just grilled cheese.”

You smile too, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

He’d begged and bribed and read through any recipe he could find to make it happen only to be the one stationed in the kitchen while you’re sitting at the table.

He’s filling Gyoza with cheese and can barely see anything through the door, just Shouto’s stiff back and half of his mother’s head. At least Fuyumi is there with him, bribed with two new plants for her room and one of his jackets she’s taken a liking to.

A year and a half might have passed since he’d survived the war, but Dinners at Todorokis are never a lively thing.

Which is why it’s not surprising that all he can hear is small talk with long breaks in between.

“The bouquets this week were quite nice.” He hears his father say as he folds yet another Gyoza, regretting - again - that they came here right after work. “My secretary says it’s the nicest we’ve had so far and asked if he could take it home on Saturday to his wife.”

“That was one of Touya-kun’s creations.” You answer softly and his ears burn under your praise.

“Does he have talent?” That’s Shouto. His question, as usual, is a little bit too direct. It speaks for his family that no one chides him and instead, waits for your answer.

“He has been my most talented employee so far.” You admit freely. “He has a fantastic eye and a good ear for the plants.”

“Why, are they talking?” Natsuo asks and Touya presses his thumb so hard into the Gyoza that the dough breaks.

“They can if you’re listening.” You answer simply and he knows, he just knows, that his brother thinks you’re a nutjob.

“Is that what you’re doing?” His mother asks when he plates the last Gyoza, now fried a little crispy on the edges, and takes them out with Fuyumi following him with the other dishes.

“Food’s ready.” He calls out and places the dish in front of you before taking a seat across from you.

He watches you smile when you take the first bite, sharing a look with him that only he understands. Suddenly, having to stand in the kitchen for a last-minute dish after work is worth it if just for that look on your face.

“Touya has told us that your Quirk allows you to grow things.” His mother starts again when the food is devoured.

“Well, yes. That is what I do.”

“Can you grow fruit or just plants that will eventually produce fruit?” Shouto asks, following it up with an explanation. “Momo can materialize anything as long as she knows the molecular structure behind it.”

He points at his girlfriend who’d been mostly quiet up until now. She shows her bare arm and with a glowing light, a plump apple falls from her skin. She catches it in her hand and offers it to you.

“I cannot grow fruit. But I can grow a cut flower instead of the bush that will eventually produce said flower.” You stretch out your hand as if you’re trying to pluck a crumble from Touya’s hair and when you pull it back, he recognizes the closed bulb of a peony in your hand, the stem as long as your arm.

“But they have a mind of their own. Especially peonies don’t like to come out blooming.”

“We are so grateful that you helped grow back our tree. It feels like old wounds can heal now.”

Touya tenses, feeling your eyes on him. It’s not that he dislikes talking about the tree, but he feels like they’ve done enough talking about the tree by now. Sure, they cannot yet see what the spring will bring with the flowers and plants that he placed, but they could ask about it for a chance.

“Have you had the chance to listen to what the rest of the garden will bring in the spring?” You ask at that moment as if you’d read his mind yet again.

“I understand that there will be tulips, but please, Touya, tell us again.”

After dinner, you relocate to the living room, where Rei pulls out a picture album.

“I redid this one after I’ve found some pictures I’d forgotten about.” She explains and opens it on the first page to Touya, naked, in the arms of his father.

He’s going to die.

“Oh, you were so cute back then.” Fuyumi coos.

“You peed on me,” Enji remembers fondly. “And couldn’t stay still for a second.”

“Do you feel comfortable with me seeing these pictures?” You ask, quietly, but somehow loud enough for the room to fall quiet.

Touya stills, focusing on your eyes, on your face, on everything he’s learned to trust, and nods.

“Yeah. It’s embarrassing but I trust that you’ll not go around advertising with my baby pictures.”

You shrug with a smile. “I might, if it would sell.”

He laughs, surprised at the joke.

The first year of his life is documented to the extreme.

He’d been born prematurely and the pictures of himself, tubes sticking out of every opening, inside a glowing cube of some kind, still seem to hurt his parents.

Fuyumi is almost double his size at birth, looking like a model baby on her father's arm.

“Did not pee on me,” Enji recalls just as fondly. “But you did poop on me once.”

By the time Natsuo is born, Touya’s fire quirk had already manifested. But the pictures are not organized chronologically, it seems, because after Natsuo’s baby picture’s, there are picture’s of baby Shouto.

Now, years later, and with a different mindset, he can tell that his baby brother has the cutest baby face of all of them. Maybe it’s the eyes, or his hair, or something else entirely, but when he looks at those pictures now, he feels no hatred, but a warm kind of curiosity.

Natsuo flips the page and there he is, Touya, hands aflame, a proud look on both his and his father’s face who’s standing next to him, equally aflame.

He’d forgotten about that picture but that’s not what pulls his attention. Instead it’s your brows, pinched together like you’re holding a thought. And you keep holding it, through all the pictures you’re shown.

He drives you home.

It’s his father’s car and he’s only allowed to take it every other day, but it doesn’t matter right now, because he’s driving you home and your brows are still pinched and he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

“Ever since you saw that picture of me,” he starts when he parks in front of the shop, “You’ve looked deep in thought.”

“I just never realized that you used to have orange flames.” You tell him. “I knew you had a fire quirk but when I looked it up once it was mentioned that your flames were blue.”

“I don’t really have a fire quirk.” He realizes he’s babbling but he can’t seem to stop. “Or at least my body can’t handle the fire. I’m not allowed to use it anymore. Haven’t figured out the ice thing though, so I’m kinda quirkless at the moment.”

“When did your blue flames appear?” You ask, completely disregarding his comment, something you’ve never done before.

“When I was about nine, I had it when I burned down the-” He halts, realizing what he was about to say, and finishes his sentence anyway. “Tree. When I burned down the tree.”

You don’t flinch at his admission. You just stare out the window, still deep in thought.

“Do you have a problem with fire quirks?” He asks, more a guess, really.

“Quite the contrary, actually.”

“You love fire quirks?” If only his heart wouldn’t beat this quick.

“When I was thirteen years old, the building I was in burned down. I only survived because someone with a fire quirk saved me at the last minute.”

“The scaring on your neck.” He blurts out before he can stop himself but you nod calmly.

“Yes. I do not try to hide it but I am aware that my hair covers most of it.”

“Did you think that Shouto or my father could have saved you?”

“I don’t know.” You say. “I just remember a burning figure coming through the fire and the next thing I knew was me waking up in the hospital.”

“It could be someone else with a fire quirk.” He points out before realizing that there are no other documented cases with a fire quirk like theirs. His own grandmother had a lava quirk after all.

But why are you so tense about it?

“Are you disappointed that my father might have saved you?”

You sigh and your brows relax as if you’re letting go of what bothers you. He wishes he could do the same.

“I don’t know if this is a universal thing or if it’s just me, but when I was saved, I felt like I had to make it count. To live a life worth saving. But I also just wanted a quiet life and wondered if that would be okay for my savior. Never knowing who it was made it easier until I met your father and now I cannot stop thinking about how my life must look through his eyes.”

“It could be someone with a fire resistance quirk.” He offers. “Not my father. And it’s not me, I’ve never been a hero.”

“You are, but not in the way you think.”

“What do you mean?”

You turn away from him and for a moment he thinks you’re going to get out and leave him with his question, but then you turn back with a black box in your hands.

“I thought about giving you this at the dinner but it felt out of place. Congratulations, Touya. You made it through six months of rehabilitation.”

He stares at you, in the dim light of a sole street lamp, his heart beating and breaking and folding itself together.

There’s a softness in your eyes he wants to mean something else and yet, isn’t he also happy with what he has?

He pulls the lid of the box to reveal another, smaller, box.

“I was wondering what you’d like.” You tell him, your voice a quiet mumble. “I hope it’s okay.”

He pulls the lid of the box to reveal yet another, smaller box and now he’s grinning and you’re smiling.

He pulls the lid off again, to reveal yet another black box, but this one’s different, the edges curved. It’s a ring box and he feels foolish when he opens it to reveal one single silver ring.

Engraved into the exterior is a single peony, it’s bud not open yet. He turns the ring to feel the inner circle, knowing somehow that it will be engraved as well.

Dabi, he finds, Touya, next to it. And bloom.

“Can I touch you?” You ask and he nods, his voice stuck in his throat.

You pull him into a hug, his chin fitting right above your shoulder, your cheek warm against his neck.

He can feel your heartbeat against his, can feel your breath ghost over his shoulder.

“You are doing great, Touya-kun.” You tell him softly. “I am proud of you.”

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haebeomsleftbuttcheek · 5 months ago

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So, the offical chapter is out? have ya read it? what's your feelings now and your opinion!

Hi anon ☺️ honestly, I think I’m just underwhelmed like there were definitely things I liked and things I didn’t like at all but I’m just like….

For the things I liked:

I loved that we got Shouto asking Touya what his favourite food is, and it almost seeming like Touya wouldn’t answer but he did. Shouto’s “same” was cute, and his face seemed so bright! My two boys are soba loving lads 😭 I wish we got to see them share a bowl!

I loved that Touya was able to cry and he apologised to Shouto, even though technically it most likely wasn’t heard by Shouto but I loved that nonetheless!

I’m so happy that Natsuo’s choice is to go no-contact with Enji, because 1) I love consistency, and it fits with his character and 2) it’s a great show of how choosing to move on and cut contact from someone who hurt you, especially a parent is valid and understandable! The Todoroki family has shown many valid ways of handling abuse/trauma, choosing to forgive, or to not to forgive etc. I also appreciate/love that Enji accepts and understands Natsuo’s decision, he didn’t push any boundaries or undermine Natsuo love it!

I really love Shouto’s talk about his friends being there to support him, and how he is going to become the man that he wants to be!

That Enji retired!

The things I didn’t like:

Enji reiteration of “I’m going to atone/I’m going to face the consequences for the rest of my life” speeches 🥱 it’s all grand hearing your still going to atone and whatnot, but we’ve heard this before like I’m not trying to hate I just don’t care to hear it anymore! Do appreciate your understanding of Natsuo’s feelings tho!

Touya is slowly dying 😭 but that’s a no brainer of course I’m not going to like that!

That Natsuo didn’t speak a word to Touya, and all we got was “we wanna talk too” from Rei and Fuyumi to Touya 🙃 like good it sets up the idea that they’ll visit him to talk but like…..wow!

Rei’s lack of care for Shouto, and by that I mean in Shouto’s small speech before he departs from them is a call back to her words of comfort to him, and her response is….talking to Enji about how even in hell he has people supporting/watching him as his sidekicks(my eyes rolled into the back of my head seeing that Onima is alive still 🙄) and his driver coming to pick them up, as well as Hawks texting him! P.s I’m not saying Rei doesn’t care for Shouto or doesn’t love him but I just wished she acknowledged him or something!

That Fuyumi got scars 😭 my poor girl, and losing her job but at least she got a new one thanks to a friend!

Natsuo’s haircut 🙃 I’m sorry but it’s ugly, like god damn it Touya you gave all the girls beautiful hairstyles but your barber skills failed you here with Natsuo!

It was an alright chapter, I do wish it was centred around the Todofam completely. Instead of having Hawks and Nagant at the end, but it is what it is! Plus in a way I guess we kinda need them to appear in order for the shift of characters into the next chapter!

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makeste · 1 year ago

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BnHA Volume 36 - Reaction Journey Part 2

continuing on our journey following yesterday’s volume 35 post! some more out-of-context random bullet point reactions taken from my reaction posts for each chapter. the full reactions for each chapter will go up eventually once I finish my manga catch-up marathon (currently at chapter 367).

spoiler warning: just fyi, this post will obviously feature spoilers for chapters 350-362, BUT it will also include a couple of stray spoilers from chapter 403 as well, so just a heads up for that if you aren’t fully caught up!

Chapter 351

friends, we are about to embark upon the most dramatic, theatrical, Shakespearean disaster of a fight this series has ever witnessed. brace yourselves

yes Shouto, that’s just cuz he literally doesn’t feel pain and doesn’t care if he lives or dies :’)

IS THIS PART OF THE PLAN??? IS SHOUTO NOT FIGHTING BACK BECAUSE HE’S TOO BUSY CONCENTRATING ON WHATEVER THING HE’S DOING?? BECAUSE IF NOT HOLY SHIT. YOU’RE ALLOWED TO FIGHT BACK SHOUTO

actually come to think of it, he hasn’t attacked once so far. not even the usual giant ice wall opener move. he’s definitely got something up his sleeve. but my god man in the meantime this is hard to watch

sorry Touya, but as justified as your grudge against Enji might be, your grudge against Shouto? not so much. I get it, life handed Shouto the keys to your dream life and he had the audacity to say he didn’t want to drive. but Shouto is allowed to make his own choices, and want his own things. for that matter, so are you. but you’re just stuck. gah. it’s so frustrating and yet the psychology of it is so incredibly compelling

“I might not have the clearest sense of my own identity, but at least I didn’t kill 30 people” fjdsjd gottem

“phosphor” is such a next-level attack name. pretty sure it has more to do with light than fire/heat, but with as white-hot as this attack looks to be, I get it and it definitely works

Chapter 352

love that Kaminari’s instinct when seeing this giant flaming X on Shouto’s chest is to immediately poke it. repeatedly. while Shouto just stands there and vibrates uncomfortably

finally!! a proper half-cold-half-hot ultimate supermove!! though I still don’t quite understand how “making fire that doesn’t actually burn things” is going to help in a battle in any kind of way. BUT I CAN’T WAIT TO BE PROPERLY EDUCATED

he’s thanking Deku. for helping him start to discover his true self all those eons ago. what a sweet sweet boy

omg here it comes ULTIMATE MOVE YESSSS

SLAM DUNK NAME AND VISUAL!!! 10/10!!! HELL FUCKING YEAH WAY TO LIVE UP TO THE HYPE HOLY SHIT

fuck. okay, yeah. if you give me a shounen character reminiscing over his hard-earned personal growth, and feeling profound gratitude toward his friends who helped him get this far, and then you suddenly hit me with the crying little kid panels to remind us of who these two characters really are, at the end of the day, once you strip away all the rest of it. you show me little baby Touya who’s just desperate to be loved and validated and acknowledged. and you show me little baby Shouto who understands his brother’s feelings completely, and doesn’t want to actually be here doing this, but knows that he has to because there’s no one else who can. if you go ahead and show me all of that!! well then!! I mean, good fucking job!! you knew exactly what you were doing!! well done!! you got the tears again so well done to you!! lmao

Chapter 353

okay is every single person here trying to jinx themselves now?? you guys do realize how absurdly lucky you are that Shouto finished his epic battle in the span of only 2 chapters? are you trying to draw more misfortune to yourselves??

“hey guys! great news, Todoroki already finished his fight” fdfklskf Kacchan’s gonna fucking lose it lmao. to say nothing of poor Deku who’s still busy hurtling across the Pacific

WHO IS THIS??!

lol what. he’s wearing a shirt collar and suit jacket as pants. and he’s got weird carpet hair and a disquietingly sexy face. AND FLOWER POWER?? who, is this, and why has it taken us 353 chapters to meet him. OR HER??? GENDER-AMBIGUOUS ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE. YOUR FIGHT BETTER BE COOL AS HELL YOU WEIRDO

how is Spinner actually TWENTY FEET TALL NOW??? like, that earlier panel wasn’t actually a fluke or something, that was actually happening?? you smashed a bridge to pieces?!? somehow you’re a Kaijuu now???

this seriously cannot be it though, especially since Iida didn’t even get to do anything. and I really, really, really fucking hate how nervous it’s making me noooo whyyyy

Chapter 354

there is no possible way anything Endeavor tries here will actually work. he’s giving off so many dead man walking vibes right now and I am not okay

DOES FIRE EVEN WORK ON AFO?? LORD KNOWS IT DOESN’T WORK ON ANYBODY ELSE

Hawks is shouting at him lol. “remember what happened to All Might in Kamino!” for real though! how do they keep falling for it??

oh my god what a sickening realization. to learn that the reason you never found your child was that he was taken. not killed, but taken. that it was never even an accident at all, but deliberate. he was targeted and hurt and taken because of you. and the man responsible for it is standing right here in front of you

YOU HAD SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLDS??? YOU HAD MORE SUPERPOWERED OP SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLDS IN RESERVE THIS ENTIRE TIME???? AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO USE THEM????

what’s AFO even going to do to them lol. I would love to see AFO stumble around and try to come up with some big intimidating weak-point-attacking speech for Tokoyami “The Darkness Is Where I Make My Home” Fumikage. he would probably love it. just sit there hungrily lapping it all up. “no but please keep telling me more about how tormented my soul is, this is great”

Chapter 355

I can’t believe Jirou and Tokoyami are about to fight god

I love Tokoyami and Hawks’s relationship so, so much. there’s just so much trust between the two of them. like on the surface it might seem like Hawks keeps underestimating Tokoyami every step of the way. but in reality it’s more that Hawks, being a former child soldier himself, is extremely reluctant to subject someone else to that, regardless of whether the circumstances are the same, and regardless of how capable Tokoyami keeps proving himself to be. yet another example of Hawks being continuously forced to walk a razor-thin line between decisions that he can live with, and decisions that will actually keep him alive. Tokoyami is a phenomenally powerful fighter, and his presence here absolutely helps tip the scales in their favor. but it’s also an insanely dangerous place for him to be, and so of course Hawks doesn’t want him here

meanwhile on Tokoyami’s end, he started out simply wanting to prove himself to Hawks, but once Hawks opened up to him, his exasperation almost immediately gave way to admiration and respect. and then he almost lost him at Jakku, and I think that really did a number on him, and so he’s so attached to and protective of him now. and I think that in turn has caused Hawks to try and keep his distance a little more, both because he has no idea how to deal with that emotionally, and because he doesn’t want Toko getting hurt. it’s such a delightfully complex relationship and I want to hold it and protect it with everything I have

AFO IS A BAD BITCH YES, BUT YOU ARE EVEN BADDER JIROU GET HIS ASS

lol he is REALLY cheesed about her showing him up in the previous chapter. definitely took it personally

I’m getting so many Bakugou vibes from this. legit getting chills over here. “shut your stupid mouth already.” she recognized the small dick energy a mile away

DIDN’T EVEN NEED ENDEAVOR AFTER ALL LMAO. THAT’S THE COOL, REFRESHING POWER OF JIROU

Chapter 356

AFO LITERALLY CAN’T EVEN PROCESS WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW AND IT’S AMAZING

it’s okay to admit you just suck and are getting your ass whooped by Hawks and the sixteen-year-olds

what are you, a Zelda boss?? so he’s got a fucking phase 2 now?? WHY ARE YOU THE MOST ANNOYING MAN

DON’T DIE ENJI YOU FUCKING LOSER YOUR BOYS NEED CLOSURE AND SO DO I GODDAMMIT

ARE YOU REALLY DOING THIS WITH JUST THE ONE ARM YOU ABSOLUTE LUNATIC

anyways, wow. after getting COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY shown up by newly minted main character Jirou Kyouka, Endeavor got his moment after all. whatever else he may be, he’s a damn good fucking hero. and if anyone deserves to get punched so hard they burst into flames, it’s AFO, so yeah

Chapter 357

what a sassy little birb. like how he now has the sexy soon-to-be scar as well! you are now officially a Todoroki

YOU CAN SHOOT FIRE OUT OF YOUR EYEBALLS NOW?? YOU SHOOT LASERS?? THAT’S JUST A THING THAT YOU DO NOW???

fff Endeavor please don’t die :|!!!!

please zap AFO’s other hand!!! I am getting so freaking anxious right now. he’s either gonna win it all here or else something terrible is about to happen

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

DID HORIKOSHI KNOW??? WHEN HE WAS DRAWING THIS??? THAT IT WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO BE THE SINGLE WORST THING ANYONE HAS EVER DRAWN!??!?!!

OH MY GOD I SCROLLED DOWN AND IT WASN'T ACTUALLY THE END OF THE CHAPTER AHHHHHH. FOR SOME REASON I JUST ASSUMED IT WAS. POSSIBLY BECAUSE ALL I WANT RIGHT NOW IS TO FLING THIS MANGA AWAY FROM ME AND INCINERATE IT WITH A BLOWTORCH

Chapter 358

did TomurAFO really just slap a huge chunk of the iconic U.A. school building to pieces with his disgusting infinityhands all unceremoniously just like that. is nothing sacred anymore. what are you gonna do next?? kill off the most popular character??

“so anyway here’s 1000 words on why me becoming a despot is actually a good thing” dude just shut up and get back to slapping shit already

KACCHAN WENT TO THE SUPPORT COURSE FOR AN UPGRADE?? AND WE WERE DEPRIVED OF THAT ENTIRE INTERACTION?! YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT KACCHAN HAS MET HATSUME MEI AND IT WAS OFFSCREENED?? I am suing this manga for wasting my life

magnificent. inspired. I can’t believe this child is going to be fucking dead like three chapters from now (˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

THE PALPABLE FUCKING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!

FUCK YEAH KACCHAN MAKE THE BAD MAN GO BOOM

Chapter 359

is this dude actually livestreaming the battle

bitch he’s going toe to toe with the final villain while you’re down in the basement making a Tiktok. you are not the same

HIS FUCKING ARM, FUCK ME. FUCK. FUCK!!

his arm is literal splinters right now and all he cares about is that TomurAFO wasn’t impressed with his new cluster move :’’’’) it’s okay. it’s okay this is fine

this is literally Aizawa’s worst nightmare. greatest fear come to life. one of his students is hurt and in danger and he can’t do anything. Shirakumo all over again. Bakugou is about to die right in front of him and he’s so fucking desperate but he can’t do anything

omg. what a goated fucking chapter. Bakugou angst! Aizawa angst!! Aizawa Being Terrified Over An Imminent Threat to Bakugou’s Safety angst!! and to top it all off, “YOU’RE CLOSER TO MIDORIYA IZUKU THAN ANYONE AND THAT’S WHY I’M ABOUT TO MAKE YOU SUFFER” angst. hoooooooooooly shit

Chapter 360

so he’s literally just. torturing him. just fucking around. wow

WHY IS TOMURAFO JUST CONTINUING TO HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO KEEP ON DOING THIS. WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THE REST OF THE HEROES?? FFS, DEKU’S NOT HERE TO THROW A BACKPACK THIS TIME, WHY DOES EVERYONE ELSE FUCKING SUCK SO HARD AT SAVING HIM?!

Studio Bones is gonna have to utilize some sort of AI program to autogenerate these hand things for all their fight scenes. I feel really sorry for that AI and I just hope that it doesn’t somehow develop sentience and take revenge on us all. it would be within its rights to do so

MIRIOOOOOOOO. ACTUAL BEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES!!! YOU CAN LAUGH AT KACCHAN’S HERO NAME ALL YOU WANT YOU FUCKING STUD. YOU EARNED IT

why was this man not our vanguard. why, when we lost our trump card in the first ten seconds of the fight, did it not occur to a single person that, WELL HEY, SINCE IT LOOKS LIKE THE DEKU THING MIGHT NOT END UP WORKING OUT. WHAT IF WE JUST, YOU KNOW, MIRIO

welp. if anyone needs me. I’ll be in my room crying over fictional characters

Chapter 361

QUICKLY NOW! WHILE HE’S DISTRACTED REMEMBERING HOW HE USED TO BE CUTE AND NOT-EVIL!!

why do I feel like Mirio also got the strange, fleeting impression that he was talking to someone else other than TomurAFO for a moment there? he looks like he’s WEIRDED OUT AS ALL FUCK, but also genuinely sorry for offending him lol

JEANIST IS STANDING UP AND TRYING TO DISTRACT TOMURAFO TO PROTECT KACCHAN, I AM YET AGAIN AWASH IN FEELINGS

I know I sound like a broken record here but Tamaki, not allowed to die, etc. etc. just so we’re clear Horikoshi. I don’t trust you to remember!!

WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY FEED THIS KID BEFORE THEY WENT INTO BATTLE OMFG!!!!!!!

WHAT A TERRIFYING THING TO BEHOLD. I DON’T SEE HOW THIS IS GOING TO DO FUCKALL AGAINST TOMURAFO NO MATTER HOW EXCITED THEY ARE ABOUT IT, BUT EVEN SO, GODDAMN

Chapter 362

oh my GOD WHY DOES MY HEART ALREADY HURT SO MUCH aaaaugh I’m not going to survive this am I. Kacchan we’ll die together

did he already know?! NOBODY FUCKING TOLD ME HE ALREADY KNEW?? HE KNEW HOW IT WOULD END, AND HE WENT WILLINGLY. THE SACRIFICE PLAY, oh my god, my heart is pieces

Jeanist’s eyes are so wide and he’s using his quirk and telling Katsuki to stop. he knows. what tipped you off. was it the “take care of everyone” while standing up with sudden terrifying purpose even though he’s already half-dead. was it that. it was that wasn’t it

I AM SO NOT FINE RIGHT NOW IT’S UNBELIEVABLE

that’s it. it’s over. Horikoshi’s won. it’s all fucking over we never stood a fucking chance in hell

Kacchan’s face, when he’s not scrunching it up in a glare, or a frown, or grinning like a homicidal maniac, never ceases to just effortlessly slip past every last one of my defenses. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, he just looks so freaking young. like the schoolboy he in fact is. far, far too young to be caught up in a war and facing his own imminent death

seeing him like this now, in his own mental landscape, where he’s free to be himself, and seeing how much of a difference it makes in his demeanor almost immediately, just hits me real fucking hard. he was just way too hard on himself. and he never let himself ask for the autograph because he never felt like he fully earned it, and now it’s too late (or so he thinks), and just. guh

Kacchan dying with that much regret in his heart is not fucking okay and I wanna fight a man about it even though it didn’t even actually wind up happening sob

I love, and hate, that every single other hero there actually did try to stop it. they just weren’t fast enough. god

PUTTING HIS PARENTS THERE WAS A DICK MOVE ON HORIKOSHI’S PART. OH HELLO BAKUFAM HOW ARE YOU, AND BY THE WAY, YOUR CHILD JUST DIED. WHAT A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha vol. 36 #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I thought knowing about everything ahead of time would somehow make 362 easier to bear #it did NOT #not even a little bit

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bnhaobservation · 7 months ago

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How do u feel about Endeavor being back on the battle field? I'm all cool for a good fight, but I thought it was a bit strange since his biggest flaw was prioritizing hero work over his family. I mean, I get why Shoto and everyone else is there, but he just sticks out to me. Granted he is the number one hero, but my point still stands. Seems counter productive given literally everything his arc is about.

Well…

As someone who has written a fanfic in which Enji takes a period of leave from work to stay with his son and support his physical and psychological healing you might picture my first reaction to ‘Enji goes back on the battlefield while Touya is taken away to receive medical care’ had me think “NO! I WANTED HIM TO STAY WITH HIS SON! I WANTED HIM TO PROVE TO HIS FAMILY THEY MATTER MORE THAN WORK!” but the problem is, of course, I’ve a western mentality which prioritize family over work while in a Japanese story at most you can judge them of equal value or prioritize work (in the past you would have to prioritize work now things are shifting so you can archive a balance).

Part of the HUGE problem we have with the Todoroki family is that it is a family with some strong Japanese views which clash a lot with western ones so that we often end up disappointed with what’s going on with it when it’s actually much better than what it looks to us.

Now this is also the moment in which I make a PREMISE. While I’ve a general understanding of Japanese beliefs due to reading and researching on it and know how those beliefs are represented in manga and anime (often in an excessive, over the top way to deliver a point and not in a perfect reproduction of how they are in real life), most of those beliefs are changing and, anyway, I’m not Japanese so don’t take me as 100% reliable. What follows is what I managed to learn and understand as well but I’m just a person and I don’t own The Truth so I might have made mistakes.

Also this is complicate and would require a much longer meta. For simplicity sake I’ll try to summarize things so I apologize in advantage if things come out unclear. Feel free to ask again if something really sounds too messy to be understandable.

So…

I’ve discussed about it in another post but in the ’70, ’80 a father like Enji would be considered a model father in Japan. This kind of view is shifting so BNHA actually criticizes what Enji does, but not as hard as the western audience would like because… it’s a recent shift so, while Enji has to prove he’s going to be a better father… for the Japanese audience he doesn’t have to put as much effort as the western audience feels he needs to put in it (never mentioning sometimes the manga forgets that what Enji did is bad and has other characters do the same without criticizing them at all…).

There’s another problem in addition to this.

Chap 302 and part of the chapters that followed disappointed many because while the family reflected on their behavior… they didn’t seem sorry enough for what they did to Touya, they talked about fighting him, stopping him but not about saving him, were focused on apologizing to Hawks, to society but they hardly felt like they were understanding his pain. They don’t try to reach for him emotionally, showing him empathy and understanding. Enji claiming he’ll look after Touya after he wins All for One is more an Enji claiming he’ll make sure he’ll take responsibility for his son, will make sure he won’t trouble society further than that he finally will give him the emotional attention Touya needed. Enji will understand he has never looked at Touya (as in paid attention to him, tried to understand him), that he has to apologize to his son only short before he’ll realize his son will try to nuke Japan and Rei will also do so when she’ll see them both about to explode.

That’s because for a Japanese audience the biggest sin Endeavor committed isn’t abusing his child to the point he did what he did… but to have a child who did what he did. As Shouto said Dabi is their family’s crime/sin, meaning the family isn’t supposed to see him as a person they’ve mistreated, but as a sin they’ve committed against society, a sin of which Shouto too, Shouto who, poor kid, had no hands in Touya’s mistreating, is blamed by society (I’ve discussed about this in another post), he is punished for it by having to fight Touya (chap 352). And also note how Horikoshi expresses the change in views.

While having Shouto (and Enji) fight and kill Touya as a punishment for what Touya did to society would have been perfectly fine in the past, Enji makes clear he can’t kill his son no matter what and class A expresses sympathy for Shouto, they find unfair the fact he has to fight his brother, even the journalist who wanted to demand the head of the Villains cut herself off when she realizes she’s asking Enji to kill his own son.

So it makes sense Horikoshi had to absolutely send Enji (and Shouto) back to fight All for One.

It’s not because Enji has to play Hero again, but because he and his family are considered directly responsible for Touya’s crimes against society and therefore they have to atone by giving their all to save society even when this is asking a lot from them.

While most of the western audience want Enji to atone toward his family (and some don’t even believe at this point there’s something he can do to be forgiven), the Japanese audience want him to atone also toward society for the damage Touya caused.

And note how Horikoshi went at it by having Natsuo, the one who was the most vocal critic of how Enji neglected his children and caused Touya’s ‘death’, be the one who tells his father to go fight, to leave them behind, that it’s better if he does because he would be of no use to them there, his family having suffered enough heat already so he can go fight. Enji goes to fight after having ‘permission’ from his family, represented by Natsuo only merely because we know differently from Rei and Fuyumi Natsuo resented him for his neglect so if Natsuo says it's okay if Enji goes we as readers are meant to assume it is since for Enji's family it's okay if he goes (the fact that we ultimately agree or disagree though remains up to us).

Anyway the message here is that Horikoshi is trying to archive balance, to have Enji give equal importance to his family and his work but, at the same time, have Natsuo also accepting that what Enji does as Endeavor is important.

Enji being willing to die to be with his son and Natsuo accepting his father can’t stay with them (even if they’re seriously hurt) but has to go back to fight because his work is important too because if All for One wins they’re all lost are two faces of how Horikoshi is trying to archive balance between ‘work is important’ and ‘family is important’.

In a western story, we probably wouldn’t content ourselves with this sort of balance. We had to see Enji neglect his family for too long in favor of his work, to have emotional ‘balance’ we would now need to have the story allowing Enji to neglect his work in favor of his family because the lesson here would need to be he should always have prioritized his family and never neglect it.

If he were to do something like leaving his family to go back to work, no matter how important that work is, we’ll expect him to be punished by, for example, losing his family which he has neglected one too many times.

Think at the movie “Devil’s advocate”, when Kevin Lomax neglects his wife for his works he ends up losing it. Choosing his work over her is represented as selfishness, caused by his sin of vanity, not as the right action because work is important.

In “Baby boom” J. C. Wiatt’s choice to leave her old work to spend more time taking care of her adoptive daughter is pointed as the right one. In doing so she’ll manage to start a better activity and even find love.

In “Kramer vs. Kramer” Ted Kramer’s attempts at taking care of his son which lead him to neglect and therefore lose his job and end up with one that pay him less is rewarded as ultimately he’ll be the one who’ll get custody over his child.

In “The family man” a man is lead in an alternative reality to learn that being with the woman he love and having a family with her is much better than having a work that allows him to gain millions.

We generally make movies in which work is less important than family, that neglecting work in favor of prioritizing family will lead to a reward and the opposite will lead to punishment.

In BNHA instead the goal is to have Enji view his family and his work as equally important… which is a BIG step forward considering in the past a Japanese father wasn’t expected to care for his children and nurture them (that was a mother’s job), that his duty was just to work and bring money at home and cultivate relations with his boss and coworkers by drinking with them in the evening and manga and anime tended to remark this depicting stories in which the children were learning to appreciate how it was right their fathers would neglect them in favor of their work, because their work was surely more important than be with them.

Even when criticizing the father’s actions the story would go out of its way to depict the father’s work as fundamental for the salvation of the universe and the son would ultimately forgive the father for the neglect. As I said it’s an over the top representation. Plenty of fathers in real life don’t have a work that requires them to fight for the survival of the universe and could genuinely spare some time for their kids but stories presented them as doing as such so as to pass the message fathers’ jobs are important and growing up means accepting this and loving them anyway and putting aside the fact you felt neglected.

Of course I’m not Japanese, I live in a country that recognizes a child’s need for attention from both parents as one of the child’s primary needs, that if this need isn’t satisfied the child can face psychological damage and the father is considered neglectful. The ‘but he’s saving the world’ doesn’t cancel or excuse the fact with his neglect he’s harming his child.

So back to the topic at hand… I understand why Horikoshi sent Enji (and Shouto) back to fight All for One, and I understand why Natsuo had to be the one who sent Enji to do so, basically giving Enji the pass to leave his family behind. I understand the way Horikoshi is trying to represent this represent a positive shift from a past view that was much, much worse… or, if you prefer much, much more different from ours.

Does it make me happy?

Honestly, despite understanding why Horikoshi chose to handle things in this way… I WANTED TO SEE ENJI BE WITH HIS FAMILY, FINALLY PRIORITIZING THEM. Actually I wanted all the Todoroki be together, which means Shouto too. I wanted them to have a moment a little longer than what they had for a reunion.

But maybe there will be time for this later.

Actually it’s possible even Touya will go back on the battlefield (as well as Himiko, Spinner and Compress) because, although All for One had told Tenko/Tomura he chose nothing, Tenko/Tomura actually chose the League. They were his friends, the ones he wanted to protect and be a Hero for. So it’s possible it will be up to them to call Tenko/Tomura back, to also BE THERE as ‘Heroes’ who’re there to save Tenko/Tomura.

If the League were also to be involved in defeating All for One (and therefore indirectly protecting society) it would probably easier for them to have a better ending. After all it’s a shonen trope that if a bad guy/adversary joins forces with the Hero against the main enemy then they’re kind of absolved from their crimes.

It is, of course, as unreal as it can get, but in manga it has always worked just fine (think at how in a big classic like “Dragon Ball” the enemies that change side are easily accepted and no retribution for their past crimes is demanded [okay, sometimes they die first and then get resurrected because “Dragon Ball” had always been big in its resurrecting policy]) so Horikoshi might decide to deploy it here as well. We’ll see.

In the end, as much as I’m more involved in the Todoroki family than in the rest, this isn’t the Todoroki family manga and the battle against All for One has to take precedence.

But hey, if Horikoshi or someone else were to decide to make a spin off about the TodoFam I would surely buy it!

Said all this I apologize if it felt confusing, I remind everyone this is just my opinion and since I'm not Horikoshi it has the same worth as everyone else's opinion and I thank you for your ask!

I love to talk about the Todofam so thank you for giving me the chance to do so!

#Todoroki Enji #Todoroki Shouto #Todoroki Touya #Todoroki Natsuo #Todoroki Rei #Todoroki Fuyumi #Ask

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darisu-chan · 1 year ago

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I was using my personal Twitter (or I guess X now) account that has nothing about B//leach on it, and I still saw tweets calling us IRs toxic and the worst part of the fandom, and I just remembered the terrible messages I got for years just for liking IR

The reason why I saw it was someone else saying that they still didn’t animate R//enji in that scene where R//ukia thinks about other people but him, which I found it weird back then myself how she never really gave all that much thought to him, and seemed annoyed by him. I know many IRs hate him, but as someone who was back then a huge R//enji fan I still found it weird how one sided a lot of that relationship seemed. That’s why I stopped shipping them. I shipped R//enruki before I even shipped IR, but I have no proof bc I wasn’t in B//leach spaces when I first read the manga, if anyone wonders.

It’s still weird to me how I just can’t enjoy my ship in peace without seeing something online about the fans/my ship outside of Tumblr or even my fan account on Twitter (which I no longer use for this reason)

Like I just see all these amazing people I’ve met in my years in the fandom painted as the bad guy, even when they were there for me during some of my worst moments or even recently to just say “I’m so sorry for your loss” after a post I made, and I just feel powerless. And I know now in anime history we’re gonna be remembered as shitty people and not as some of the most creative people I know, and honestly we put more thought in our analysis than K//ubo himself probably did, all because of a ship.

I rue the day when the ships became canon instead of simply, everyone just staying friends and not having time skips that added nothing to the story except some weird analogy with the first chapter, that made 0 sense as an allusion bc the kids don’t even look that much like the parent they’re supposedly alluding too, and then the story never continued

I tried to be happy for finally seeing Kia’s bankai animated but I’m just sad that I can’t escape the hellhole that is B//leach

I adored most of the characters and the story and it got me through tough times as a teen/young adult, but after everything, yeah, I’m not ashamed to say I care for about 4 or 5 characters and their interactions and I don’t want to even watch the anime ever again or have got to do anything with other work by K//ubo. The fandom just makes me sad. Not even mad. Just sad. Like I wasted 8 years of my life liking something I can now only relate to the people who hurt rewriting history and coming of as victims

Idk if some of you have seen those tweets and I’m gonna assume tiktoks, but if you guys are just as tired as I am, I’m here for you

#ichiruki #I didn’t know how else to tag it

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nykie-love-anime · 1 year ago

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Day 8 ~ Stuck Together

Warning: Swearing

Rivals to Friends to Lovers. Your mom and Dabi’s dad are getting married to one another and on the day of the wedding they lock you guys into a room so that you are stuck together because of all the fighting.

“Shut up you pompous asshole. I can’t listen to your whining anymore. Go moan to someone who actually care what you have to say.” You all but growled out to the white haired man that was smirking up at you. “They are getting married there is nothing that you nor I can do about it anymore.” You started walking away before you burst into a flaming torch. “Come on sweetheart don’t be like that. You and I both know you like my pompous ass.” He cackled out following close behind you.

“First of kindly fuck off, I am no one’s sweetheart. And secondly if I have to see your stupid face a second longer I am going to burst an artery in my fucking head.” You shouted turning red very close to committing a crime. “Ok sweetheart calm down we don’t want a crime scene on your mothers big day now do we.” He teased and he could swear there are steam coming out of your ears the longer you look at him.

“Touya for the love of God leave me alone. I just want to get this day started on a good note but you all but fucked that plan up. Go bother one of your siblings I don’t want you anywhere in my vicinity for the next few hours unless you want to die today.” You loudly proclaimed causing some of the staff members to look towards the commotion. “Sweetheart you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid and you won’t even admit to it.” As the words leave his mouth you smack him right across the face leaving a red handprint on his cheek.

Shocked at what you just did you turned around again going to search for your mom. “You did not deny it baby girl. You and I both now that I am right, you just have to admit the truth someday.” He called after you causing you to flip him the middle finger while still walking forward in search of you mother or your best friend and all Dabi could do was chuckle as he watched your retreating figure. Groaning to himself as he sees his dad walking towards him with a stupid smile on his stupid face.

“Touya.” Enji started talking to his oldest son ignoring the eye roll and the mention that he prefers to be called Dabi. “Can you please come and help me in the room with my vows I want to go over it one time again.” “Why can’t Fuyumi or even Natsuo help you with it. You know I suck at the lovey dovey shit dad.” Dabi said looking at his bulking father. “Well I asked for your help did I not. Now come on.” Enji turn around walking towards a room in the back. ‘Asshole. I really don’t want to do this shit now of all times.’ Dabi thought sulking forward following a few feet away from his dad still reeling with the feeling of the smack.

“Y/N can you please help me search for my earring I think I lost it.” Your mom asked looking around frantically for the left diamond earring she was missing. “Of course mom.” You said a lot more calmed down after arriving at your moms room where she and the rest of the bridesmaids are getting ready. “Do you know where you had it the last time you saw it?” as she thought for a bit your mom nodded. “Yeah I believe I had them on in the next room, Enji just gave it to me and I can’t believe I already lost one.”

“Don’t worry mom we will find it. I will go look if I can see it next door if not I will search for it till we can find it.” “Thanks sweetie. I am sorry for the inconvenience. I promise after the wedding I will buy you that pair of shoes you have been looking at forever.” All you could do was nod with a small smile walking towards the door. Opening it you walked to the door next to your moms room seeing it open you started walking in.

“Oh shit.” You muttered looking up at you future stepdad who just stepped out of the room. “Sorry sir I did not see you there.” You apologised giving him a shy smile. “No worries Y/N. What are looking for maybe I can help.” He questions giving you a quick smile before going back to his stoic self. “Nothing, nothing I think I just lost something in there.” You babbled out. All Enji did was nod his head. ‘Okay so far the plan is working.’ He thought walking away.

Walking into the room you immediately wanted to turn around seeing the man you just had a spat with. “What sweetheart back from more.” He asked with sass as you stayed silent not wanting your mood to dampen again. “Where is that fighting spirit now baby girl? You were all fired up a few minutes ago.” Still staying quiet not wanting to give into his teasing you looked around the room hoping to see the small thing.

“What are you looking for?” “None of your business.” You quietly said and he just nodded for once listening to your warnings. “Did you find it Y/N?” you turned towards the sound of your moms voice about to answer as you saw she had both earrings in her ears. “Mom what’s going on.” You questioned as she and Enji walked into the room. “Dad what the hell.” Dabi questions.

“We want you to work out whatever problem you have with each other.” Enji begins looking you both in the eyes. “We had enough of your fighting all the time and I think the best way to do that is to lock you into this room till you sort all this childish shit out.” Your mom ended. “For once and for all.” Enji added as he turned towards your mother and they quickly escaped the room. All you could do was stay quiet for a second before you and Touya both jumped for the door but was stopped as the door slammed shut in your faces.

“Fuck.” you both muttered staring at the now closed door. Quickly turning the doorknob to see if the door is locked and it was indeed locked. “Son of a bitch.” You whispered causing the white haired man to let out a low chuckle. “Ok fine if you think this is so fucking funny please enlighten me why the hell you are such an asshole to me.” You said turning to the stunned man who suddenly went quiet.

“Why have you been such a bitch to me?” he retorted back. “Why are you such a pompous ass?” you returned. “Because you aren’t good for my fucking mental health babe.” He spat. “Yeah your cute and all but every time I see you it is not good for my mental health.” “What.” You asked quietly. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means exactly what it sounds like sweetheart. You are a piece of work but fucking hell you are hot as hell. Every time you open your mouth I just want to smother you with my tongue. Every time you smile I want to be the one who caused it.” He exclaimed.

“Do you know how crap it feels to have this feelings inside of me that I know won’t be returned. And when I thought I finally had a change you had to have a fucking boyfriend. Who was a piece of shit by the way you could have done so much better than that twat. So yes to get you off my mind I started being an asshole okay. That was all I could do to get you out of my head for a while and do you think it worked.”

He breathed heavily now as he looked at you with questioning eyes. And you just shook your head. “No of fucking course it did not work otherwise I would not have to be the way that I am now.” He finished and you just stared at him with a confused look on your face. “Why did you not say anything before you ass face?” you questioned him and as he was about to say something you quickly cut him off continuing.

“You could have saved me six month of a loveless relationship with a fucking twat. You could have saved yourself heartache. You could have saved me from a broken heart when I found out that asshole cheated on me. And what did you do? You turned into a hurt little boy. We could have had a relationship now but no you had to go and be an ass who doesn’t know how to express his feelings.”

“And just for your information I only got with him so that I wouldn’t have to think about you all the time too. Do you know how hard it was to see you with that girl you are always hanging out with. Not knowing if you are in a relationship with her or not. Okay sorry if I turned into a bitch but I wanted to protect my own heart, my own mental health, my own wellbeing you jackass.” You panted finishing your speech looking at the man you have had feelings for like two year now.

“Fuck baby girl do you know how long I have wanted to hear those words.” He questions pulling you close to him. Kissing you has been on his mind for a while now but just watching you so passionate about your feelings he couldn’t wait he had to taste you now. You lips met each other in the middle and as soon as they touch butterflies spread across your stomach causing your heartbeat to rise. Kissing him for a while felt wonderful and as you pulled away for a breath he pulled you further into the kiss trapping you between him and the couch.

Twisting your hands into his soft hair you started pulling the strands causing him to groan into the kiss causing you to giggle finally pulling away panting like you haven’t had oxygen in a while. “Wow.” You both whispered out giggling as you release your tight hold on each other. “Sorry for being an asshole and not realising you had feelings for me sooner.” He whispered into your neck. “Sorry for being a bitch and not realising you also had feelings for me.” You whispered back with a light giggle as he nipped your neck pulling you onto his lap as he sat down on the couch to get comfortable.

“Sorry for the slap by the way.” You apologised giving him a shy smile. “No problem baby girl. I deserved it.” He replied with a teasing smirk causing you to smack him lightly on the arm. “And you are right about that just so that you know. I just did not want to admit it.” You whispered into his neck causing him to groan out. “Sweetheart you are going to be the fucking death of me.” He said laying down on the couch pulling you with him tickling your side as you went down. Which quickly turned into a moan as he sucked on your sweet spot on the side of your neck.

“You think they are okay in there? It’s been quiet for a while now.” your mom questioned the red haired man she was about to marry. “Either they are kissing or they killed each other.” He teased your mother with a smile pulling her into a hug. “Don’t worry baby. I know they will be okay Touya won’t actually do anything to her he has liked her for a while now.” Enji said with a small grin and she blushed smiling at her future husband. “Yeah I think Y/N has feelings for him as well.” As they heard a quiet moan they looked at each other.

“Okay! I think is about time we start getting ready.” Enji said looking at his almost wife with a soft smile. “See you at the end of the aisle baby.” He whispered into her ear causing her to let out a quiet chuckle. “See you there honey I will be the one in a white dress.” She teased him back but as they heard another moan louder this time they pulled away with a shocked look on their faces. “Maybe that help them a little bit too much.” Your mother grimaced both turning around to walk to their respective rooms.

“See you later baby.” He said as she walked into her room. “See you later.” She repeated with a small smile before closing the door grinning leaning against the door. She could really not wait to meet him at the end of that aisle later that afternoon but first she has to get ready. Hopefully you will be back soon to get ready with the rest of them.

Day 7 | Masterlist | Day 9

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daisha-mochizuki · 7 months ago

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Hey y'all! Part 2 of "What If...? (HXV & VXH)" :D

All for One, also known as Hisashi Midoriya, was practically sobbing as Enji finally picked up the phone. Albeit a bit tired, Hisashi was bouncing his baby, Izuku, sniffling as he wailed to Enji.

“Gahh, Enji! You’ll never believe what Izuku just did!!”

Hisashi could hear the sigh on the other end of the phone, and grinned as he guessed he was probably bothering Enji. They were as close as brothers in a sense.

“Midoriya, now’s not the-”

“He said his first word!!” Hisashi interrupted, not entirely listening to what Enji was saying, just waiting until he spoke in order to spew forth what had happened. The father was giggling so much and was all over the place as he turned his phone on speaker. He set the phone down on the side table as he turned the blubbering baby toward him.

“C’mon, Izu. Say it again!”

“Midoriya-!”

Enji sighed on the other end of the phone, clearly annoyed. Though he did try to calm himself down a bit, as he knew the other man - his friend, he corrected himself - meant no harm, and only wished to talk to somebody. “I really just need to sleep. We both��re still recovering from you-know-who.”

Hisashi’s face fell a little at those words, resulting in Izuku slapping his hand onto his father’s face. The man sighed through his nose and hugged Izuku close as he rubbed his face and lay back on the couch.

“You’re right.”

A pause. Enji could hear Hisashi’s tight swallow as his voice cracked slightly.

“I’m sorry. You can go now.”

“Hey, no, don’t get that tone. I just meant that I had to retire due to my injuries, and I know you’re still a hero, and-”

“Hewoahw!”

Both adults paused, Hisashi smiling brightly once again as he squeezed Izuku.

“That’s right, baby! Hero!”

“Did he…” Enji swallowed, his voice sounding both amazed and confused and slightly concerned. “Was that what you were talking about earlier?”

“That’s right!” Hisashi exclaimed proudly, burying his face into Izuku’s green baby curls as the little kid giggled and babbled in his baby tongue. “My little boy is gonna be a hero, especially if he’s talking about it this early! He’s gonna be the greatest with whatever Quirk he has!”

Enji chuckled quietly on the other end of the phone, and the protests of his kids could be heard as well. “Well, Hisashi, little Izuku may have a run for his money with the way my kids suddenly just became determined. Plus, he’s going to go to school and train with Shoto!”

“I don’t care really if he isn’t a top hero. I’m going to love my baby no matter what,” Hisashi cooed to Izuku, cradling the baby in one arm as he wiggled one of his fingers with his free hand for the baby to try and grab. Izuku squealed and blubbered as he used his hands to reach up and catch Hisashi’s finger.

“Hewoahw?” Izuku muttered in a confused blabber as he brought Hisashi’s free hand to his chest.

“Yes, Izuku,” Hisashi murmured softly, bringing Izuku up to rest their foreheads against each other. Although Izuku was a very distractible baby, he managed to almost piercingly stare back into Hisashi’s eyes. Green stared into red, and Hisashi smiled warmly as his heart melted all over again. “You too can be a hero.”

“There’s no way he could be a hero.”

Hisashi’s face fell as soon as the words hit, almost like a slap across his face. Izuku, who had been playing with blocks with Tenko, suddenly went stiff and dropped the block he had been holding. The arch-shaped block clattered to the ground with an almost ear-splitting noise, and both Izuku and Tenko covered their ears out of response.

As much as he wanted to help them in that moment, Hisashi was too stunned. He looked back to the doctor: Doctor Garaki. “What do you mean? He- he has a Quirk, right?”

Garaki sighed, and he gently patted Hisashi on the shoulder. “Listen, ‘Sashi. I know we’re friends, and I would love to give you the greatest news I could every single time you come in, but…” he trailed off, handing Hisashi the clipboard of Izuku’s x-rays and started pointing some things out.

“I know you did Quirk research with me when we were in school, so you know just as well as I do that all Quirkless individuals have an extra joint in their pinky toe, and, well, just look.”

He didn’t want to, but Hisashi looked down at the X-rays nonetheless, albeit slightly teary-eyed. Indeed, Izuku did have the extra joint in his pinky toe. He swallowed and rubbed his face with his hand as he took a deep breath. He handed Garaki back the clipboard before scooping up a still-stiff five-year-old Izuku into his arms.

Izuku buried his face into Hisashi as he picked him up, as if he knew what was about to be said, and didn’t want to hear it at all. Which he probably didn’t want to.

“Izuku…” Hisashi murmured, and he gently brushed his fingers through Izuku’s frosty white and green bangs.

Before he could say anything else, though, a meek little whimper came from the green-haired bundle in his arm.

“I-I know, Dad. I know.”

His heart squeezed at the small wavery voice that came from his baby boy, a lump forming in his throat out of guilt. He looked back at Garaki. “Do you think there’d be any way for me to-?”

“No, Hisashi,” Garaki stated firmly. “His body is too fragile for you to give him any Quirk. I know it hurts, but it’d hurt more to watch him suffer with a Quirk insufficient for his body.”

“Dammit,” Hisashi cursed, burying his face into Izuku’s curls as Hisashi felt him start trembling a bit.

“I’m sorry, but these things happen.” Garaki sighed, and he put a hand on Hisashi’s shoulder. “Unfortunately, it had to happen to you.”

Tenko, around eleven, ran up and hugged Izuku the best he could. Seeing this, Hisashi handed Izuku off to Tenko, his adopted brother, before he himself left with Garaki to do a bit of paperwork.

Tenko quietly hushed Izuku as the little boy began to cry and slowly rocked him as they plopped down onto the ground of the room.

“Hey, it’s okay, Izuku…” Tenko muttered.

“You’ll always be my hero.”

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xskyll · 2 years ago

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“Todoroki-san…” Shouto had never cared about honorifics before, but something about Midoriya’s voice speaking his name with such careful, precise formality made him feel like he’d stepped into a fog of humid air. It was thick and oppressive and uncomfortably stifling in a way his quirk could never abate. “It’s not Ka—Bakugou-san—it’s not him I’m avoiding. I mean,” he bit his lip in the same way Midoriya did when he wanted to slow his speech, to ensure he took the time to choose his words carefully, “it’s true that it’s weird for me. It’s not just the cousin thing. Or, I mean, maybe it is, in the end, but it’s just…where I’m from, my Katsuki, he’s always protected me. So it’s odd, being near yours. I know your Izuku isn’t me, but…well, we’re similar, right? I think maybe we have to be. So I don’t like the idea that there’s a version of me out there that a version of my cousin could hate. But more than that…Todoroki-san, more than that, the person I’m avoiding is you.” “Midoriya.” He wasn’t sure what he was going to say and he wasn’t given time to figure it out before Midoriya was speaking again. “I’m sorry,” he said, gripping the edges of his jacket and twisting them in his hands. It was a nervous gesture he’d seen dozens of times, performed by hands that were rough and mangled and broken and nothing at all like the pristine hands he was now looking at. “I’m sorry,” Midoriya repeated. “It’s such an awkward situation. I sort of…I thought maybe your teachers, or your heroes, or whatever it is, I was hoping they would figure things out and this wouldn’t come up. But they haven’t and…I’m so sorry, but if I’m being honest, Todoroki-san, it really hurts to look at you and it feels unfair, because the others, they say I look a little different from your Izuku, but for me, you look just the same. You look exactly like my Shouto, so when I see you, it’s hard because…because in my world, Shouto is…he’s everything, Todoroki-san. To me, I mean. He’s everything. And I know he feels the same because he looks at me like I’m everything, so when I see you and you’re looking at me like you don’t like me, and it’s with his eyes—” “I do like you,” he interrupted. “Or him. Midoriya. The one from my world. He’s one of my best friends.” Midoriya smiled and any words Shouto had left to speak turned to dust in his mouth. Midoriya smiled like he’d been hurt. He smiled like he wanted to apologize for his own injuries. “It’s not that kind of like, Todoroki-san.” Understanding bled through him like a slow-growing stain, permanently altering the fabric of his person. “You mean…you and me…?” “Right. And so that’s why. A Katsuki that isn’t my cousin and a Katsuki that dislikes me…that’s odd and it makes me feel a little strange, but it isn’t something I can’t handle. But a Shouto that treats me like I’m only a friend…that’s more than I can bear. So please. I know I’m overexerting myself. I know it isn’t healthy to keep practicing like this. But right now, this is all I have. So please, Todoroki-san.”

Don’t mind me, I’m just back on my nonsense. Anyone who knows me knows I love Idol Izuku, so this is just based on one of the many daydreams I’ve had on that subject. In this one, a quirk accident causes Izuku to swap places with an Izuku from an alternate universe. This Izuku is cousins with Katsuki (thus the eye color change), has a quirk that is related to increased agility (which he uses for dancing), and is dating Shouto. In this world, there are no heroes or villains, but simply law enforcement and criminals. Quirks aren’t as strong or diverse as they are in the normal bnha world. UA exists, but rather than training heroes, it’s simply a renowned school for specialized career training. Izuku is in their music academy, under Hizashi. Shouto and Katsuki are in the law academy, maybe?? Katsuki wants to grow up to be Izuku’s bodyguard, lol. Enji is a professional fighter—sort of a quirk MMA type of thing—and he wants Shouto to follow in his footsteps. Shouto doesn’t want to. I’m thinking he might want to be a defense attorney. Anyway, I’m never going to write this as a fic but enjoy this little blurb!

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kemakoshume · 3 years ago

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𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 (pt. 2) // enji todoroki x daughter!reader 🕊.⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the fallout & the comfort after a brutal storm.

a/n; so uh.. this wasn’t meant to be chaptered but here’s a little follow-up lol. next chapter will be the last :'D [pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3] <3

warnings; emotionally immature reader, looking for love in the wrong places and all that. slut shaming, violence (throwing things + mentions of more), rough sex, emotional manipulation, oral (f!receiving), intercourse, rough sex (choking, hitting, etc), a lil angsty. tw incest. [4.5k lmao so… big word count jump] ~

“The least you could do is not fuck him so loud.”

The sound of your fork crashing onto your plate is so loud in the quiet air of your home that you fear it was broken.

You glance down at it, shocked but still pleased that your daddy’s expensive plate was still in tack.

“You,” you huff, “You can hear us?”

Your brother rolls his eyes violently, scoffing at you as he snatches a roll of bread from the communal breadbasket. Your brother and sister are sitting beside you both, facing each other as you continue with dinner.

“Natsuo,” Fuyumi says, her tone as cold as her mother’s ice. “You said that you wouldn’t.”

He scowls at your sister, his eyes stale and void of any tact or patience at the moment.

“Shut up Fuyumi,” he says, his voice low. “And you… do you think I’m deaf, dumb, and blind?” he scowls, ripping the bread into pieces. “Of course I can hear you. We can all hear you! Don’t play the sweet-eyed stupid thing with me, okay? You’re an adult now. That shit doesn’t work anymore.”

You are shaking, your hands trembling as you try to speak. He bulldozes over you.

“I don’t want to hear it. We can all see you two too, and I know that you know that. Every time that we try—try—to do the family thing, you mess around. It’s fucking impossible to take this kumbaya shit seriously when you’re humping yourself all over our furniture like a puppy in heat, and we have to pretend like we don’t see his fucking boner all night, barely even trying to act like he’s not hard over you. His fucking kid!”

He throws down the bread; all the smaller pieces flying up into the air from the force, landing all over the four of you when they come back down to the ground.

“I just,” he stammers, “I can’t take this shit anymore. I can’t, and I’m sick of sitting here and pretending like it’s not happening.”

Your sister prickles, placing down her soup spoon gently and shaking the bread out of both her hair and yours. “Suo, I know you don’t like it. But, we can’t interrupt or judge what goes on in their… in their private time. We can’t—“

“Bullshit,” he says, interrupting her. “Bull-fucking-shit we can’t say anything. It’s not private Yumi. They do it in front of us! They do it—no—he does it and doesn’t care that we can hear. He doesn’t give a shit because he’s Mr. Number One. He knows we have no power to change this, and it’s bullshit. He’s taking advantage of my little sister and I can’t do anything about it. So, if all I can do is tell her not to slut herself around, or at least not inconvenience us while they do it, then that’s what I’ll do.”

The tears come then, wet and fat as they stream down your cheeks.

“I am not a s-slut. You’re just jealous, Suo,” you say petulantly, blinking to rid the tears from your eyes. “You just hate knowing that Daddy loves me as much as Shoto now even though I’m quirkless. I’m s-sorry that I can’t be good in front of everyone. I just, I like daddy so much, and it feels good when he’s around and spending t-time with us, so I can’t help it. I just want to show him that I love him, and let him show me that he loves me. You’re just mad that he loves me, Suo. More than you!”

He picks up a glass from the table and throws it. It shatters upon impact as it crashes into your family portrait. The glass in the photo frame cracks, spider-webbing over your father’s face, and your mother’s, and yours.

“Todoroki Natsuo!” Fuyumi yells, jumping up onto her feet. She has tears in her eyes just like you. You can’t help but think that she looks most like your mom when she cries. “Out! Now! Take a walk and cool down. You can come back when you realize how wrong what you just said was.”

He scoffs, pushing himself up and away from the low dining table.

“Fine. I can’t listen to this shit anymore anyway. “Love?” Please. Give me a fucking break. He acted like he could barely remember your name most of the time before you made yourself his personal cocksleeve,” he says, stalking his way towards the courtyard door. “Don’t come crying to me again in the morning when her screaming makes it hard for you to sleep, Yumi.”

He yanks open the glass door, stopping it with his hand before it can crash into the middle stability panel. “Shoto, come on. Let them talk.”

Your youngest brother moves, silently collecting two rolls of bread and some water before he trails after the eldest. His face is facing the ground, his eyes shielded by the fringe of his hair. He doesn’t spare you so much as a glance as he follows his brother outside.

You crumple into yourself once they leave; your tears shaking your body so hard that your sister has to squeeze you with all of her might to get you to stop.

“He’s so mean. When did he get so mean, Yumi?” you sob, sniffling to clear your nose.

Your sister squeezes you hard, basically cradling you in her lap like she would when you were still small. She embraces you like the mother you never really cared to have.

“He’s… he doesn’t mean to be such… an ass honey. He’s just frustrated, and angry, and he doesn’t know how to express it the right way. But, he’ll come around,” she says, putting on a smile that you know is fake. “He just needs some time to cool off. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

Tears prick harder at your eyes at her words, the words from your brother’s mouth playing on a little loop inside of your head.

“Love?’ Please,” he said, like it was a lie.

It wasn’t a lie.

You’re interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps, well-worn shoes thudding against the reinforced wood of your entryway stairs. The door opens and you see your father; he’s wearing athleisure clothing, coming back from a day at the agency with no personal patrol hours. He looks tired, despite the break.

“What the hell,” he says, making note of your crying as well as the shattered glass on the opposite end of the room.

He rushes across the room to snatch you up from your sister’s lap, and pulls you into his arms easily. “Where are the boys? What the fuck happened?” He’s looking down at your sister, his face twisted up like he’ll burst into flames at any moment. He feels hotter against you already.

“Nothing,” your sister says, feigning a laugh, “just a little disagreement. The boys went to go take a walk and I was just about to clean up the glass before someone stepped on it, and—”

“Daddy,” you croak, crying into his neck, “Suo was being really mean to me. I don’t know what I did to make him so mad.”

The blood drains from your sister’s face, making her skin look ghastly instead of her typical porcelain look. She looks up at your father from where she’s still kneeling on the floor, pleading with him with her eyes not to react how he normally would. She couldn’t bear to clean up blood on top of meticulously having to clean up the glass.

“Fuyumi, we’ll talk. Come get me as soon as your brother walks through that door.”

With that, he stalks off—holding you up with his strong arms. You walk through the large home until you’re in the west wing, walking through the heavy doors into his bedroom. Your tears have slowed down to mere trickles; your nose is tinted red and your eyes feel strangely dry and tired, despite the moisture still present and threatening to fill them up all over again.

Enji lowers himself down into his bed with you wrapped around him like a little koala—clinging onto him like a lifeline with your legs around his waist and your fingers in his hair.

“What did he say?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down on your back. “Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head no, sniffling as you take a deep breath—letting yourself fully relax into your daddy’s arms.

“He… he called me a slut, and said we’re too loud, and he made it sound like you don’t love me. Shoto isn’t mean and he’s trained so much harder, so why is Suo so mean to me?” Your voice is trembling, but your father’s arms wrapped around you gives you the strength to go on. “He’s wrong,” you sob, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “You do love me. You’ve shown me every night how much you do. And, I’m not a… a slut. I’m only for you. Just for you.”

You wipe your face clean with your sleeve, lifting up your arms to remove your shirt after you do. You push your bare chest flat against your father’s, draping your arms loosely around his shoulders. You look him in his eyes, his expression soft but relatively unreadable to you. You lean in, placing a delicate kiss on his lips; you sigh into it, pressing your body against him as if you could physically fuse into his skin.

“Princess,” he coos, deepening the kiss. He licks his tongue into your mouth in slow strokes, kissing you like you have no cares—and all the time—in the world. “Your brother is just passionate. I haven’t been the best by him, or you… any of you, really. So, he’s within his rights to feel strongly about this. Will that change things? No. But, he’s entitled to his feelings regardless.”

You sigh, adjusting your body so you’re still in his lap, but with your body supported on your knees, placed on either side of your father’s wide hips, with your shins pressed against his thick thighs. He called you princess, his princess, not just your name like normal. Curse Natsuo for making you too mad to ruminate on that for long.

“No,” you whined, shaking your head—nuzzling your noses against each other, “He’s not entitled to anything. He’s just jealous; a pathetic, lonely, angry little liar on top of that,” you say, rocking yourself back and forth in your daddy’s lap. “He only thinks you don’t love me because he doesn’t know how your love feels.”

His length grows firm underneath you, pressing against the seam of your shorts that splits between the lips of your cunt. He lowers his head, taking one of your taunt nipples into his mouth, kissing and sucking the little bud like he wishes it could give him milk as it was intended. Alas, the flash of pleasure on your face as the stimulation made tingles surge up your spine would just have to suffice.

“Please Daddy?” you coo, grinding your pussy against his clothed length. “Show me how much you love me.”

You look at each other for a moment, neither of you ready to move yet as you look into each other’s eyes. He drags his hands up your sides, holding you with an assuredness that could only come from a hero. He places his hands down flat on your shoulder blades, pulling you into a kiss that was almost as hot as his flames.

You practically rip off his shirt; gripping the fabric by the collar to remove it the same way that your father put it on. You crash into his chest as soon as the thin barrier is removed from between you, kissing down the line of his neck onto his collarbones, neck, and chest. He does the same to you; kissing and marking every inch of your skin he can reach every time you need to catch your breath.

You grind yourself down on his clothed cock, feeling the ease of the slide as your sleep shorts grow wet with your arousal. You reach down between your bodies with your hand, undoing the tie on his athletic sweats and push down the fabric, feeling his cock spring out from the clothing. The sound of your daddy’s length slapping against the slippery wetness of your pussy.

“Princess, slow down,” he murmurs through his kisses, his chin resting on your top ribs and his mouth a mere centimeter away from your nipple—so close but not touching you where you want him. “We can… I’ve been told that talking about how you feel in the moment is a good thing. We could, ah, do that and then maybe afterwa—”

“No,” you interrupt, a few residual tears running hot and wet down your cheeks. “No more talking,” you say, inhaling sharply as you sink yourself down on his cock, biting down hard on your lower lip at the dizzying sting from the stretch.

You drop your head back down onto his shoulder, moaning into his neck. You hang onto his strong shoulders for dear life as you try to relax enough for the burn to go away, sinking down a little farther despite how much it aches.

“Oh,” he groans, exhaling deep loud breaths as he grips the meat of your hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Perfect tight little pussy.”

You feel your walls massaging his cock, flooding with slick to alleviate the pain.

“So big, Daddy,” you cry out, turning your head to suck a bruise onto his shoulder—where your marks would be sacred and hidden away during the day by your daddy’s hero costume. “Too big. Feels like you’re tearing me in half.”

He frowns, grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you out from the crook of his neck, making you look at him. Your cheeks are as warm as wildfire and your face is twisted up in thinly veiled discomfort.

He kisses you again, pulling you off of his length to sit you down in his lap. His cock is pressed up against your pelvic bone, extending up to your belly button. “Don’t hurt yourself. I can’t fuck you all night if you’re in pain princess. Let Daddy make it feel good.”

You nod, letting him lift you out of his lap. He tosses your body down flat onto the bed unceremoniously, climbing on top of you and trailing his large frame down the length of your body. He kisses you as he goes—all the way down until he’s hovering above your sex. He presses sweet kisses all over your hips, down the lines of your hip bones, and on the soft mound of flesh above your clit before spreading your legs open. You relax your body, letting him slide you down, bending your legs at the knees, and placing your feet on his shoulders.

He makes sloppy wet kisses against your lips, going lower until his mouth is ghosting over your entrance. He dips in his tongue, licking a stripe up from the base of your pussy up to your clit, licking his lips as he savors the taste.

“Tastes so good,” he groans, wrapping his hands and forearms around your hips, holding you steady in place. “So sweet. Just like her.”

You choke out a moan, shocks of pleasure pooling into your stomach at the first few passes of his tongue along your slit. He looks so handsome like this; with his lips slick with your juices, his jaw flexing as he works his tongue on your pussy—his shower-softened cherry red hair flopping against his brow as he closes his eyes, sucking and licking on your cunt like there was a prize to be found deep within.

While keeping his lips and tongue on your clit, he adjusted his arm, and inserted two thick fingers into your pussy, letting your own lubrication suck in the digits.

“So wet for me,” he said, pulling his mouth away from your sex to watch his fingers fuck into you. “So fucking easy.”

You let out a sharp exhale as he curls his two middle fingers against the ridged upper wall of your vagina, pushing the knuckle of his index finger firmly against your perineum. The sensation was jarring at first, but his hands are so warm and his touch so precise that you feel comfortable quickly, completely opening up and letting the pleasure wash over you.

You snap your eyes shut, and release a soft exhale as you arch into his touch. You place your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on his soft saffron-colored locks as he sucks and flutters his tongue over your clit, working in tandem with his long fingers.

“I can’t,” you whimper, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch quickly with a few dedicated minutes of effort with practiced precision.

You cum with a cry, rolling your hips up into his mouth as much as you can with his hands still firmly in place on your hips.

After a few kitten licks, Enji moves his face away from your sex, licking his lips and exhaling a low groan—his fingers still pumping and massaging you inside. He lifts himself up, sliding his hand up the length of your body, slapping your breast as he did, making your nipple sting with pleasurable pain. He shushes you when you yelp, your spine jerking upward at the sensation; he brings his hand up to lightly grip the base of your throat, pinching the sides with only his middle and ring fingers, along with his thumb, with his index finger lightly tapping at your chin. No real pressure, yet, just a slight warning.

“Be a good girl for me and be quiet. I don’t want to hear a sound until you’re cumming on my cock, okay?”

You nod your head silently, your eyes wide and your brow furrowed.

“Good,” he says, adjusting your bodies a bit as you hear the telltale sign of a foil packet opening.

He slides on the thin latex protection with ease, using the hand not on your throat to grip the back of your knees, pushing them down to kiss the sides of your tummy—then he sinks in, fucking himself into the wet heat like he was made for it.

He leans down to kiss you, humming a prolonged moan into your mouth while tightening the grip on your throat, mindful careful not to block your airway.

The feeling of Enji fucking you breathless is like floating on air, suspended in the atmosphere with no gravity or thoughts racing through your mind to drag you back down. All you can feel is him; his cock heavy and thick, snug within the walls of your cunt—his thumb working against your sensitive bud and his hand in control of your oxygen.

It was bliss.

Just as the edges of your vision began to mimic a vignette, he relaxes his grip—letting his hand rest against your collarbones. You take in deep breaths, a moan escaping your lips as you did so. The pleasure was building up within you again as your oxygen levels came back to baseline, flooding serotonin into your brain.

“More,” you moan, your voice small from the slight soreness left from Enji’s hand. “Please, more.”

He groans, slamming his hips into yours, bottoming out and staying there as he looks down into your eyes. He snakes his hand back up to your face, gripping your cheeks—your lips puckered out, and he gave you a spit-slick kiss.

“I thought I said to be quiet, princess,” he says, his voice deep and low. “Not following directions tonight?”

You shook your head up and down, groaning as your felt your walls clenching around his length sheathed inside of you.

“I,” you stammered, your eyes opening wide when you realized you’d made noise, again.

He smirks—not giving you any warning when he removes himself from your body, only for a moment, to flip you over onto your stomach. He grabs your hips, pulling them up and placing his hand on your spine to push it down into an arch.

Enji raises his hand up to smack you hard on your ass. You jerk forward, collapsing down to your elbows, fisting your hands into his sheets as the sting from his touch turned into pleasure—the warm tingling lingered. He did it once more; this time slapping your other cheek, gripping it hard as he positioned himself to the front of your entrance, ramming into your pussy from behind.

Your moans were stifled as you pressed your face into one of the few pillows wedged beneath you, taking it as he fucked his cock into you with ease—rubbing and pressing into the spot inside that made you see stars. Your hands grip the sheets for dear life; he’s fucking into you deep, and just hard enough that the headboard of his large king-sized bed is smacking lightly against the wall, even with stabilizers added to prevent it.

“This pussy is mine,” Enji says, his voice gruff with the edge from his impending orgasm. He grabs a handful of your hair into one large hand, pulling your head back; the movement forced your spine deeper into the arch, making you take him even deeper while he held your chin steady, so you could look up at him with relative ease. Your eyes widened as he shoved himself into you, again and again, just barely tapping your cervix every few thrusts—enough to make you gasp out in surprise, but not be in pain. “Can’t believe I missed out on this just because I didn’t know how useful you actually are princess. Such a perfect little cocksleeve for me.”

You groaned, drool rolling down from the corner of your mouth as you fought to keep yourself from making too much noise. He fish hooked a finger into your mouth, pulling slightly on the side the was wet with your spit—you brought up a hand to grip his wrist, having no choice but to take it as he stretched you open on both sides.

His pace got quicker, his hips not stalling in the slightest as his own huffs of breath got heavier, and longer. He was close. “Touch yourself. You’re going to cum with me,” he ordered, slapping your ass again with more force. You scrambled to do so, sliding your hand beneath your body to rub incessantly at your swollen, sensitive little bud. Your asscheek stung, and your eyes were wet with tears from the impending overstimulation. It was all so much, too much, but still not enough.

He dropped the hand from your mouth, not wanting to tear any of the delicate skin. “Close for me princess? Gonna cum for me?”

You groaned, feeling your release right there on the tip of your tongue, yearning to have someone push it over the edge—then it hit you. “Tell me you love me,” you said, moaning as his cock throbbed in your wet heat, pushing against all of the spots that made you feel good.

He hesitated for a moment, exhaling a deep puff of breath as he grabbed your chin, making you look back up at him as he craned his neck down to kiss you. “I love you, angel,” he groans, his hips stuttering the slightest bit as his release neared the edge next to yours.

“Tell me you love me—more than anyone else in the world,” you cried, fucking yourself back on his cock, adding even more sensation to his thrusts.

“I love you the most out of anyone else in the world,” he said, letting his hand rest on your throat, smacking your ass again. Maybe if you were lucky it would bruise.

“Tell me you love me more,” you cry, your orgasm beginning to wash over you, the last bit of your sentence coming out like a moan, “more than Shoto.”

He groans as he felt your walls clench around him, gripping your throat to enhance the feeling of your climax as he reached his peak as well. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you through the condom, filling up the tip of the condom with the abundance of his seed.

You slump against the bed once he relaxes his hand, letting him take care of wiping down your body and eventually pulling you into a bath once your head is in the right space for getting up.

You bathe in comfortable silence, sitting in your father’s lap as he washes away the day from your skin.

“You didn’t say it,” you said, slumping your body against his chest, relaxing into the above-average heat of the bath.

“Say what?” he says, using a towel to scrub soap against your breasts, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face.

“You didn’t say you loved me more than Shoto.” You can feel yourself pouting, and you’re sure your father can hear it, even though he can’t see your face.

He sighs, cupping some water to wash away the suds clinging to your skin.

“I said I loved you more than anyone else in the world,” he says, running his blunt nails along the length of your stomach, kissing you from the crown of your neck, to your ears, onto your neck—sucking more little bruises there.

“Except Shoto?” you say, your voice soft and sure, though you wished you were wrong.

He doesn’t answer you for a moment. Instead, he pulls you up to grab your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss so soft that it doesn’t feel right coming from him.

“I thought that part was implied, angel. He’s the next number one. He’s not just anybody, but neither are you. You’re my princess; you’re a Todoroki. The only quirkless child I thought I was unfortunate to have, but I see you now. I love you, more than most in this world, but he’s still special, and you’re not. I just know now that that doesn’t mean he should have been my only priority, you do matter too, despite being useless. You didn’t ask to be born that way, and I love you now regardless.”

You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips as you kissed him again. Much harder and with more heat etched into it than the kiss your father gave you. You feel his cock twitch with interest again at your kiss, and before you know it you’re sheathed on his cock again, getting fucked as you lean over the edge of his custom-sized bathtub.

He did love you, in his own way. Not as much as your brother, but that was okay. He was special and better than you, and you’d known it your whole life. If this was your father’s way to show you love, and see your value, then you’d accept it.

Having some of his love would just have to do until he could give you his all.

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i-cant-sing · 4 years ago

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How would (Yanderes of your choice) react to a pregnant darling? Like the second she tells him she’s preggers, how would they react?

Yanderes x pregnant darling

Mmmhh, I'll be doing Todoroki Clan, Overhaul, Bakugo Clan, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Okay, so the clan finds out you're pregnant, perhaps due to a fling or something, just kids being dumb and all. The first thing they do is calm you down. Obviously, they are all very disappointed in you- but with the way you're sobbing, its clear that you're very sorry as well.

Whether you want to keep the baby or abort it, the family will 100% support you. Either way, Dabi is going to kill whoever knocked you up. Sorry, thats non-negotiable.

They are all constantly hovering over you. Rei is always making you nutritious food, Fuyumi is applying stretch mark creams and helping you to the bath, Shotou is always right by your side, either to help you walk or give your sore feet massages. Natsuo is making sure that you're eating all your vitamins, checking if you have bleeding gums or any nutritional deficiencies. Rei and Natsuo always accompany you to your doctor appointments, making copies of your tests and prescriptions.

Enji is keeping up with all your cravings, no matter how weird. You're craving ice chips? Alright. You want ice cream at 3 am? The fridge is stocked with your favs. Oh no, you want soft serve? Its okay, princess, I'll drive us there. I'm sure they'll open the store for the no. 1 hero.

Dabi is surprisingly very understanding. He's not reacting badly to any of your mood swings. If you're mad at him, he won't do anything to infuriate you anymore. If you're crying because you can't get off the floor on your own, Dabi will calmly pick you up and take you to your bed. He knows stress is not good for the baby, and you're also a baby in his eyes, so he'll be uncharacteristically sweet and patient.

I can also see Enji giving you his card so that you can shop for the baby, but the rest of the fam just push you into bed and huddle up close to you as they all look at the laptop with you, doing online shopping. You will have to sneak in a Endeavour onesie since your brothers keep on removing the item from the basket.

Yandere Kai Chisaki:

When he finds out you're pregnant with his baby, he's quiet. There are million things running through his mind. On one hand, having a baby will have you more bound to him, you'll fall into Stockholm syndrome faster. On the other hand, he's possessive. He doesn't want to share you with anyone. But you seem to want it, and should you ever return to your hysterical ways and run away from him, he could use the baby to against you.

Oh man, Kai is not only getting the best OB/GYN for you, he's doing extra check ups on you too. We already know he's gonna have a whole medical room for you, fully equipped with the latest technology. He doesn't trust you when you say you're fine. He's there with you throughout the whole process, and he has his men monitoring you when he's busy.

Oh and when it times when you can find the baby's gender, if you say you dont wanna know and want it to be a surprise, thats fine. But he's going to find the gender, he just won't tell you about it. He needs to be mentally prepared.

Kai will cater to all your needs. He will help you bathe, dress, watch you swallow your vitamins. Whatever cravings you have, he will provide for you, but to an extent where its not harmful. Like you can have sweets, but not too many.

He will talk to you even in a more patronising tone than before, bending down to your height so that he's eye level with you, and then he explains why you can or can't do certain things.

Knows your hormones are going crazy, so he won't react when you yell or cry, just waits for you to calm down so that he can take care of you again.

Likes to rub your belly, not because he cares about the baby, but because it eases your pain (also becausehe wants to near you). He will absolutely rub your sore muscles and will even let you take walks in the garden, with him accompanying you of course.

He's just really sweet to you. Well, sweeter than before.

Yandere Bakugou (+ clan):

Oh so you're pregnant with a Bakugou? The happiest day of his life! No, abortion is not an option unless its endangering your life. I can see him wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around, hes over the moon! He's going to wipe your tears away and wash away any fears you have about starting a family. Katsuki tells you he will support you 100% and to hell with your family if they disown you for it. He's going to take care of everything, just be with him.

First things first, he's gonna propose and marry you. Next thing, you're gonna have to leave your job or put your studies/career goals on hold; you're pregnant with his offspring- he's not allowing you to put yourself in danger like that.

He is up in an instant when something is wrong, always worrying over you whenever you hiss or whimper in pain. If you listened to him, Bakugou would always be taking you to the hospital for anything. Luckily, you didn't.

Considering that you're both still young, and Bakugou is focusing on becoming the no.1 hero, I imagine you move in with his parents, or at least somewhere close to them, so that they're always able to pop in and check in on you. Mitsuki is taking your measurements (that change as your bump grows) so that she's making maternity clothes, made specially for your needs and requirements. And not to mention the cutest clothes she makes for the newest addition for the family.

Masaru will be taking care of all your cravings, and is unsurprised when you want spicy food (but makes sure its not hot enough to give you an ulcer lol). Tells you all the stories about Mitsuki when she was pregnant. And then they both show you Katsuki's baby pictures and all the embarrassing stories.

And when Bakugou returns home, he ushers you to lay down on the couch so that he can talk to the baby. Scolding the fetus for giving its mother a hard time, before breaking out in a grin when the baby kicks back.

Bakugou definitely loves to take you on late night drives, adoring the way your eyes take in the city lights. He lets you play your favourite music and buys you your favourite foods, not once complaining about your mood swings or anything.

Yandere Ushijima Wakatoshi:

He's all smiles. Gentle, soft smiles.

So happy he's going to be dad, and even happier that you're his baby mama. He's going to hug you and kiss you so sweetly, before pulling you to his chest as he tells you how happy he is. He'll tell you that he'll take care if everything, he'll provide for you and the baby. You just be his good little housewife.

Wakatoshi will wake up before you so that he can appreciate the way you look when the sun rays illuminate your face. He'll be rubbing his hand over your bump anytime he can, always kissing it before showering you in affection.

I can see him waking up every time you have morning sickness, pulling your hair back and patting your back as you puke.

Very hesitantly buys you the belly pillow for pregnant women, but he knows that he cant be there for you all the time because of his matches. But don't you dare use the pillow when he's around. He gets jealous.

Loves, LOVES taking baths with you. He settles you in the bathtub very gently, before taking his place behind you, his strong muscular thighs trapping you. He carefully washes you, humming in content as you lean back against his chest and cup the soapy, scented water over your belly, the bump glistening.

Big, protective himbo will be doing as many house chores as he can, you just need to cook him some food and rest. I can just see him sneaking up on you and pulling you to him or into his lap, kissing your earlobe, while his big, warm hands rub your belly, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look and how he lucky he is to have you.

So happy he baby trapped you💖

God, I love them all so much. Now, this is just like off the top of my head, but I wouldn't mind going in details if someone were to ask for one of my babies *coughs* Bakugo and Todo Clan *coughs* also *coughs* love Ushijima *coughs*

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drazzilder · 3 years ago

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Control

By Drazzilder

Endeavor x Male Reader

R18+

An Anonymous request:

“Could i request an enji x male reader.

Maybe its during his redemption arc and the reader hates to see enji so down and depressed as apposed to his normal confident and loud self so the reader treats him to a nice date night where he lets enji take full control.

Rough sex, reader is a bottom, anal or oral, up to you. Some fluff date stuff before hand.”

Endeavor hasn’t been himself lately. The big man has been very solemn and quiet. He is a man of few words to begin with but now he barely says a word, mostly just grumbles. The other sidekicks notice this as well but all are too afraid to anything about it. You can’t help yourself and try to help him out.

Today he is in his office and the door is cracked open. Your curiosity is at a peak when you tip toe to the door and listen. The hero is speaking but it seems to be only to himself. You can barely make out the words but you manage to make out most of it.

“Why do I keep seeing the same dream?….Why am I never there?….I hurt them all so much…. Is having them move out the right thing to do?.... They deserve to be happy…” Endeavor starts to trail off as his words become more mumbled. All you know is that he is down, something is up and you wanted to find out. You don’t even bother to knock as you open the massive door. Endeavor doesn’t even look up from his desk when you slam your hands down on his desk.

The man sounds like he had to force out the word “Hello.” You don’t have to look at his face to know there isn’t an ounce of emotion showing.

“Endeavor! How have you been?” You say with an exaggerated tone, trying to brighten his mood; however, this seems to cause the opposite. When he looks up, you swear that he could kill with that look. You guess that maybe that wasn’t the best way to start so you try again.

“Sorry to be so over the top, I’m just really excited to go to this new restaurant in Tokyo! The wait list is 6 months to just get int but a friend of mine had to cancel so he gave me his spot.” Looking back at Endeavor, his face now goes back to a blank stare.

“That is nice of your friend.”

“The problem is that it is a reservation for two and I have no one to go with. I didn’t want the second seat to go to waste and eating by yourself is so lonely. I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

Those words made his nose flare and smoke come out of his nostrils. “Why should I go with you?”

“Lighten up. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come. You are away working so hard and you seem down lately. Maybe some time away from home could be good for you.”

The man sits there a moment in silence. You are starting to worry you might be fired for asking him to come to dinner with you but you are shocked when he finally speaks. “Very well. Where and when.”

“REALLY?!.... I mean meet me at the train station at 5, dinner is at 6.”

The hero goes back to look down at his desk which signals you to leave. You close the door and lean against it and sigh. Maybe you can find out what’s going on and maybe help him. You then stand back up and finish your day at the agency. After running home and changing, you meet the man himself at the train stations. He is in a full suit; you are just wearing a nice shirt and kakis. The train ride couldn’t be more tense, he never said a word as he followed you on and off the train. At the restaurant, you are greeted by a gentleman in a nice suit and seated immediately in a private corner. After the waiter takes your order, Endeavor just sits looking depressed.

“You haven’t said a word all evening, something has got to be on your mind.”

Endeavors gaze now turns into a harsh stare as he responds “It is none of your business!”

“Well, I finally got a word out of you.”

“What?”

“I’m just trying to see why you are acting different.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are.”

The man just stares blankly as you before looking down. “I-I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry.”

He is about to leave but you grab his hand. “Endeavor, wait!”

He pulls his hand away and glares “Why do you want me to stay?”

“I heard you in your office.”

His nostrils flare and his face now only shows anger. “You were spying on me?!?” He says much louder than he wanted.

“I didn’t mean to but you sounded like you are hurting.”

“You know I should fire you that.”

“I know but it is only because I care. You have been down recently and I heard you talking, I couldn’t help myself to try to figure out what is wrong.”

Endeavor sighs “How much did you hear?”

“Enough.”

He looks down and speaks under his breath: “This isn’t your problem.”

“But I might be able to help. You can tell me.”

He sits down and begins to tell you all about his family: how he hurt them, why they are gone, why he is living alone. He is trying so hard to atone his mistakes but he forgetting about himself. He has been alone for a few months and it’s hitting him hard.

“I guess that is everything….”

“I see.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Give me a second, it’s a lot to process…. It sounds like you are willing to change to help your family heal and be better. The only problem is you are forgetting something: yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you need to heal as well.”

“I am fine.”

“Look at yourself, the man you used to be was so full of life, loud and boisterous but now you are in a slump. You hardly spoke all day even when prompted.”

“Oh.” He just tilts his head down after his response.

“It’s ok that you are feeling guilty but you need to help yourself too. I bet you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror easily. I have an idea that might help after dinner. Are you willing to try?”

“If it will help me, then yes.”

“I think it might.” The dinner was delicious, no wonder it had a 6-month waiting list, it was the best food you ever had. You finished the meal with Endeavors favorite, kuzumochi, to try to cheer him up more. Soon, you are both back on the train and headed home. However, Endeavor follows you instead of heading back to his home. You arrive at your apparent and close the door behind him.

“What now?” The large man questions while standing in the middle of the living room.

“Sit down while I get something.”

Endeavor finds his way to the couch and waits for what feels like forever. He is about to get up and leave when he hears you coming back to the room. You are now only wearing a thong and begin to approach him.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” He starts to crawl backwards into the couch but can’t go any further.

“Helping you….”

“How is this going to help me?!”

“Your life has gone out of control recently, maybe you need to take control of something again.”

“What?”

“Take control and do what you want with me.” You say as you begin to sit down in his lap. He looks at you in complete shock as he stares unblinking.

“You are a man, my sidekick, I can’t possibly- “

You interrupt him by placing a finger on his lips. “Don’t think about that, just let go. It already looks like your body is responding.” You look down to see a large budge forming in his slacks. You look back up and see something is different; his eyes look almost glazed over. He pushes you off and you are afraid he is going to leave but he just takes off his jacket and grabs your face. He almost drags you off your feet has he begins kissing you all over your face. At first, they are gentle but then more and more forceful until your lips meet. Then he starts to push in full force with his tongue. The sweet flavor of the kuzumochi is still all over his mouth as he assaults you with his lips. You feel his arms go down to your chest and hold you tight has he lifts you up.

“Ooof” is all that comes out of your mouth when he slams the both of you on the couch, still kissing you. You lay under him for a moment until he stands up. The look in his eyes have changed again, almost looking primal as he starts to rip his shirt and slacks off. Now just in his underwear, you see that he is fully hard and large. You can’t help yourself and tease him seeing the number one here like this. “Looks like someone is excited. What are you going to do to me?” You finish your sentence with a wink.

The hero responds by grabbing your arms and flinging you over his shoulder. “Just shut up and do as your told.” He carries you to your bedroom. You are slammed down again and you look up to see the Endeavor has flames on his face. “My sidekick has been very naughty today spying on his boss? What would a good punishment be?”

“Oh, I’m sorry~” you reply back in a sarcastic tone.”

He grabs your ankles and flips you over. “I think a few good spanks should do….” Endeavor doesn’t even bother to finish his sentence when you feel his massive hand hit your rear end hard. You can’t help but moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continues to spank you. By the 6th time, you are at your limit and tears are running down you face. You feel him grab your legs again and flip you over.

“I thought spanking was supposed to be a punishment?” He says with a smirk. You look down and notice you are now full hard. “I guess we should take care of this.” The big man grins and he takes a finger under your thong and rips it easily. Once exposed, you feel his hand grasp you, fully engulfing your member with the size of his hand. He starts pumping up and down as you start moaning again. You try to match his pace with your hips but he uses his other hand to hold you down. He must sense you are close again as he stops. “Not yet, you still need to be punished properly.” Moving to the nightstand, he grabs a bottle of lotion and starts to pull down his underwear. You could tell he was big but seeing it fully in person was something else. He starts to rub lotion all over his cock and approaches the end of the bed with an evil grin.

“You are going to take all of this.” Is all he says as he lifts your legs. You feel his tip start to push into you. You slam your head back on the bed as he starts to going further inside, his girth is way beyond anything you had to handle before. It isn’t long before it gets everything inside of you but you can barely breath from the feeling. He then starts to move again, this time out. He almost pulls out completely before going full speed into you, his hips practically spanking you with the speed they are moving. You start to feel his hands getting hot on your thighs as he starts to get into it more. Endeavor is too into his own world to notice you already came but you can’t tell him even if you wanted to.

“You are such a naughty sidekick!” The motions are starting to intense as he starts to literally steam up the room with his sweat. Your body has gone limp from all of the thrusts but Endeavor is too busy to notice. Between the name calling and speed of the thrusts, you could tell he is getting close. Right before the big man climaxes, he just yells “You are going to take all of my cum!” His huge cock pumps semen deep inside of you, it’s so hot it almost feels like it is burning your insides. You do your best but the amount overwhelms you and some does leak out. He keeps up his motions as the twitching starts to slow. He finally stops after what feels like an eternity. Once Endeavor pulls out, yours legs flop down.

“Are you going to clean this up?” The hero almost demands as he is standing above you.

“I would but I can’t feel my legs right now. I will later if that’s ok?”

“It will have to do.” Endeavor then gets into the bed next to you. He shifts the both of you to the top and places the covers over you both. It isn’t long before you fall asleep in the man’s grip. You wake up the next morning in the bed alone, only the sound of a shower indicates that someone else is home. The shower stops and the door opens.

“Good morning.” He walks out in only a towel.

“I… I am sorry about last night.”

“I am off to get ready for work, you should do the same.” Is all he says as he gets dressed and walks out the door. You just quietly get up and get ready for the day. It isn’t long till you find yourself at the agency. However, the quiet that has taken over the agency recently is now replaced with the yells and demands of the number one hero once again. Nothing mean, just being a good leader and hero.

“What’s going on?” You ask a fellow sidekick.

“I don’t know but what ever happened, he seems to finally be himself again. He does seem less harsh now.” Is all she says before she rushes off. When he sees you walk in, Endeavor tells you in his loud voice to quickly get to work and check your patrol area.

“I guess he is going to pretend that nothing happened.” Is all that goes through your head as you log onto the computer. When you get your schedule, you see that you are working with Endeavor today, alone; something that never happens. You look up and see the hero walk past you with the same look in his eyes that you saw last night. You don’t know what is in plan for today but you can’t wait to find out.

#endeavor x male reader #endeavor fluff #endeavor #endeavor mha #enji todoroki #enji x reader #enji smut #mha smut #endeavor smut #smut #my hero academia enji #my last brain cells simping hard #bhna todoroki #bhna endeavor #anonymous #endeavor fanfic

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haebeomsleftbuttcheek · 1 year ago

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It’s just amazing to me how much Seungho’s father sickens me 😔 he is so disgusting to me! I mean I despise abusive fathers/parents, and Enji Todoroki is one of those kind of parent but even with him I don’t want him dead! Seungho’s father however…dead I do want that for him! Anyways, it’s just he sickens me, and the fact that some people talk about how he loves his son. To which I guess there are twisted senses of love, and dark senses of love BUT I don’t know I can’t even call it love of any sort! I look at the things he has done to Seungho, and I’m like “that’s not love”!

So, let’s look at some of the things he has done to Seungho - as a child:

Brutally beaten Seungho, until he was bleeding and his eyes bruised and swollen. Plus left his beaten body in the rain.

Isolated Seungho.

Neglect

Had Seungho as a child SA’d, the whole tying his child down to make him watch two adults have sex.

As an adult:

Emotional/mental abuse - telling your child you hate them, telling them they are nothing and you wished they had died.(I think we could possibly add that to as a child too - I’m sure he did that to him as a child too)

Sending an assassin/servant to go stab him, which is awful! “oh but he made sure to miss vital parts” He still sent someone to stab his son!

Incriminating the one person your son loves dearly, and is the sole reason he turned himself around and began to become a healthier person. That’s also a very sickening thing to do to your child. Especially when said incrimination means execution!

I just can’t see it as love I’m sorry 😭 I feel like what he feels for Seungho isn’t love at all! Maybe he feels a sense of responsibility for Seungho as his father, but I feel it’s more of control and cares for his honour in the family lineage. Seungho had been bringing shame to that with his past ways! Honestly, there’s just something so heartbreaking to me, seeing a grown man look so terrified and physically shaking because of their abuser. The look on Seungho’s face was so haunting to me, and like honestly when I think of what his father did to him. How he raised him it’s no wonder he was so toxic and fucked up! It doesn’t excuse the way he treated Nakyum at first, or his behaviour at all but it definitely explains it! The whoring around, lashing out and all round toxic behaviour. And now I’m terrified for Seungho, because he was making such good progress with becoming a healthier and better person BUT now he’s pledged his life back to his abuser in order to save Nakyum’s life!

#korean manhwa #painter of the night #potn seungho

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myherowritings · 4 years ago

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PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.9k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though

A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso.

It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once.

Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.

But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful.

Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back.

As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.

In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would.

Shouto absolutely hated it.

It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.

In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others.

He sighed.

“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”

For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.

“Actually, there is someone I like.”

Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”

“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold.

He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto.

“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”

“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”

There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up.

After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.

Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society.

But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.

“Fine.”

Shouto blinked in surprise.

Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”

That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.

— ✩ —

“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”

He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?”

Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises?

The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something.

“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.”

You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?”

“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.”

With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment.

Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan.

Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously.

“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.

“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.”

You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to.

“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?”

“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”

“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”

You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!”

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”

“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?”

“Most likely.”

“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.

“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”

“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out.

You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree?

With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal.

He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”

“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”

Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”

“Not to take candy from a baby?”

“No. Not that one.”

“That’s the only one I know.”

“Never mind then.”

The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless.

“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt.

“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”

“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”

With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again.

“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”

Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.”

“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”

“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.”

You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with.

The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.

“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”

“Anything for the candy.”

“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”

“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine.

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”

“I’ve never walked a runway before.”

You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”

He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.

By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.

“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”

“Sure! I’ll text you my address.”

He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”

“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!”

“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other.

You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it.

Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.

Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date.

“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected.

You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice.

“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.

Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”

“Ever the flatterer, hmm?”

“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule.

Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.

But you pushed those thoughts away.

That was something to deal with at a later time.

When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist.

“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.

“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!”

And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.

a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ FHDJKF

what to expect in the next part:

shopping for the gala time !!

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2

oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp*

yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh

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