Should Sukuna and Gojo have a first go since they found reader ๐
its not even about first go cuz on the settlement they share everything:D
technically you dont even have a real bed...you just swap around with the men each night. one night its choso's night, another its sukuna's, etc etc.
surprisingly enough...i think sukuna's nights would be the most tolerable. he spends all his time raiding and pillaging so when he comes back, he wants nothing more than collapse in his bed with you curled up by his side. the fun happens in the morning when hes more active:D
chosos nights are also...eh??? he just stares and stares and more than once you wake up to him humping you and crying. the trauma from losing his brothers made him lose the ability to speak, so the most you get from him are grunts and sighs. He's not exactly the best for late-night talks.
gojo would be more severe. he gets so excited when its finally his turn. sure, hes fooled around with you during the day, but when you're finally all his, it rlly does something to him. he leaves the most marks. he gets all apologetic in the morning, but he does it all over again in the next few days-_-
suguru...suguru would be the worst. he doesnt stop until you pass out. i think he would be the most particular on 'going first'. after all, he is leader right? it's only fair the others have to wait their turn:D i bet hed also be the most possessive too. the others practically have to pry you out of his grasp.
(warnings: yandere, other stuff??? i rlly wanna make this a longshot but i dont have time rn so short blurb it is;-;)
Post Apocalypse AU with Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, and Choso all reluctantly working together in a settlement.
The dynamic is so interesting cuz on paper it should not workโฆ.yet it does??? Choso is gathering food and equipment. Sukuna is the weapons expert and is usually the one leading the raids on other settlements. Geto is the pseudo-leader and mostly holds things together. Gojo also helps in with raids and whatever else.
They aren't a found family at all. Choso barely speaks and acts more animal than human somedays. Sukuna mostly keeps to himself. Gojo and Geto are the ones who act the most friendly towards one another but everyone is constantly on edge. Peace on the settlement is nothing more than a fragile truce, but it works. On the settlement, everyone earns their keep.
And then you come along, stumbling in the sand, desperate for any type of relief from the blistering hot sun. Sukuna and Gojo are the ones who find you. They haul you on their truck with barely a fight before rushing back to the settlement. Geto and Choso expect them to come back with more supplies and food, but they are far more pleased when they discover you in the truck.
It's been awhile since any of the men have touched something soft. They all thought whatever softness the world had left had blown away in the airy desert wind, but you proved them wrong.
Choso falls first. Being with you reminds him of those green summer days before the downfall of humanity, back when he was a good big brother and loved his family. You're his family now, and he'd shred everything who comes between the two of you.
Sukuna will never admit it, but he'll sit by your cot when youre asleep. He'll keep vigil, paranoid something may take you away when the others aren't watching. Somedays, you being here really feels like a dream and he doesn't ever want to wake up.
Suguru acts the most normal. He converses with you and laughs with you. He makes himself seem the most safe. He doesn't want to stir any turmoil within the settlement, but it would be nice if you preferred him over the others.
Satoru is the least overbearing, but that doesn't say much. He never had much faith in god, but after they found you, only good things have happened. things are finally turning up in his miserable life. he calls you his lucky star, though you never discover how serious he means it.
For years, they just survived, but now they're finally living.
Meanwhile, you are so grateful the men found you when they did. You truly are. No amount of thanking them will ever be enough repayment. Still, you can never find yourself truly comfortable in the settlement. The way they stare at you is always so intense, like they're daring you to run, just so they'd have the excuse to chase you. Anytime you even mention leaving, one of the men are quick to change topics.
You aren't an idiot. You see the changes they're making here. Choso keeps building the surrounding fences higher and higher, like hes trying to keep something in. Satoru keeps installing more locks and bolts. You caught Sukuna smuggling in a ragged nursery book a while back. There's something in Suguru's room that eerily resembles a bassinet.
On the settlement, everyone earns their keep.
It wont be long before they expect you to earn yours.
Imagine Chubby darling sitting forcefully between Bully!Gojo&Geto in class so they can easily keep an eye on her and touch her inappropriately ๐ Hehe :))
You didn't get to sit next to them at first. Your homeroom teacher wanted to mix things up a bit and you ended up with a seat in the front row of the class, while your two bullies were seated on the opposite side of the room.
You were quite content with the seating arrangements because now you could actually pay attention to your teachers, instead of having two annoying men bother you while you were trying to concentrate.
The first few weeks were heavenly. Your new seat was the closest to the door, which offered you the opportunity to bounce the moment the bell rangโand since Geto and Gojo were surrounded by love-struck girls that jumped on them the first chance they got, they couldn't catch up to you at all.
But your bliss only lasted for about a month, because it seemed like a handful of students complained about their seats, which forced your homeroom teacher to come up with a new seating planโone that was already customized for each student's needs. That's how you ended up in the last row, stuck between Geto and Gojo.
And the two were quick to make up for the time they've lost. First class after your move and Gojo already had his hands shoved in your panties, his long fingers pumping into your barely wet cunt.
Once that class was over, Geto grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room, dragging you across the hallway and into an empty storage room.
"Thought you'd get rid of us? How stupid can you get?" He sneered, jerking your bra down and you would have screamed if not for Gojo's hand covering your mouthโyou could still smell yourself on him.
"Come on, Sugu, we don't have all day," Gojo whined, rubbing the bulge in his slacks. God, he couldn't wait to shove his cock into your ass.
"Hush now, Satoru. I wanna enjoy this moment." Geto pinched your nipples and rolled the buds, pulling them roughly towards him. You bit your lip, not wanting to let your moans out, but it was as if Geto already knew it was mostly pleasure that you were feeling, not pain.
"Seems like our dumb slut is enjoying it as well. Isn't that right, princess?" He kissed the side of your neck, leaving small pecks down until he reached the juncture of your neck and shoulderโand then, he bit.
"Bet you missed this, you fat fucking slut. Bet you missed whoring yourself to us." Geto's breathing was harsh and shallow and so was Gojo's. They were both so pent up and they just wanted to fill you up with their cum until their balls were all dried outโwhich was exactly what they were going to do for the rest of the day.
The two didn't spend any more time prepping you. Gojo had already done that in the classroom, making you come on his finger twice as your teacher was blabbing away about some formulas you might need in the future.
Gojo fucked your tight ass while Geto got a taste of your pretty pussy, and the two couldn't believe just how much they missed you your plump, soft body. Their thick cocks speared you, pistoning in and out of you at a punishing rhythm that had them pant like dogs in heat. You didn't even have time to accomodate to their cocks because just a few minutes in and the two were filing you up. And although you did not miss them at all, you had to admit that you did miss a little the feeling of hot cum warming up your insides.
Gojo pulled your panties up, and he smirked when he saw what they were already staining as their cum was slowly sliding out of you. He couldn't wait to finger that cum back inside during the next class and make you lick his fingers clean.
You guys were going to have so much fun now that you returned to your rightful placeโbetween Geto and Gojo.
apocalypse au sukuna with a fat reader....he's sooo smug about it....most people are starving out there now but look how well he can take care of his girl. why don't you give him a little thank you kiss. and open your legs while you're at it
you donโt realise that youโve been caught until a hand much larger than most tightens into a fist over a clump of your hair, specifically near the roots so that he can jolt you upwards.
you whine, hands immediately flying to grab onto his own as though it could help alleviate the sting, and nanami leans close to your ear.
โi told you to stay put.โ
heโs fucking fuming. you make the mistake of glancing to the side at him; of seeing the crinkle between his brows, the scowl on his lips and fury in his eyes.
tears form in your own when his grip on you tightens, and a pathetic whimper escapes your lips.
โk-kento-โ
โungrateful,โ he spits, standing up to his full height, โchildish.โ he begins to walk towards the bedroom, still holding onto your hair. โselfish.โ youโre forced to follow on your hands and knees as he continues listing off what he thinks about you.
โnaive.โ
you trip a little, yelping as you pummel towards the floor. within a second his hand moves from your hair to the back of your neck, catching you with a scoff.
โweak.โ
youโre at the bedroom now, and he seats himself on the edge of the bed, leaving you sat on your knees on the floor between his spread legs while you cough and splutter.
his hand leaves your neck, roughly moving to grab onto your chin and force you to look up at him. the tears youโve been holding finally fall down your cheeks, and you sniffle.
something in his expression softens for a moment at the sight, his hand relaxing a little and a thumb slowly brushing over your jaw.
he frowns, โi do this to keep you alive. you have no idea whatโs out there. youโd be splatter on some alleyway wall by now, if not for me.โ
heโs never fully elaborated on what so-called danger he apparently protects you from. youโre not sure if you want him to.
any softness in the moment is fleeting, not long enough for you to even consider the idea that maybe he wonโt go through with punishing you, as his expression quickly hardens once more. he motions to his knee, and his hand twitches, just a little.
This writing contains: pregnancy, smut, boob sucking, and other things, ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ
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7 months pregnant has done many things to you. Given you a glowing complexion. A sudden hatred for loud noises. An emotional attachment to oddly shaped pillows.
And, most dangerously of allโฆ
your back aches, your feet are swollen, and there's a tiny human doing what feels like sword training, inside your womb. Getting off the bed slowly, grabbing the robe that is
tossed on the floor to cover yourself with. you pad downstairs quietly, hoping not to wake Feitan, though honestly at this point you're not sure why you bother. the man has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to you leaving the bed.
Youโre halfway down the stairs when you hear his voice break through the silence of the pitch black house.
โWhere..are youโฆgoing?
"kitchen," you call back, not bothering to hide the fact that you're on a mission.
Feitan is at the bottom of the stairs moments later, shirtless and irritable, his dark eyes fixed on you with that look that says he already knows this isn't going to end well. he's gotten used to your nocturnal adventures over the past seven months, but his tolerance for your increasingly unhinged food combinations is wearing thin.
โItโs almost 4โฆin the morningโ he says flatly.
โ The baby is hungryโ which is technically a lie. The baby is not hungry. But you are, and you want something unhinged and unheard of.
pulling out a jar of pickles, chocolate syrup, and sriracha mayo. you can feel his stare intensify as you gather each item. the silence stretches between you, heavy with his judgmental eyes.
โโฆโฆNoโฆ.โ
โYou donโt even know what Iโm makingโ
โDoesnโt matterโฆ.answers is noโ
but you're seven months pregnant, your hormones are a mess, and you're at that point where you genuinely don't care what anyone thinks about your food choices. you waddle over to him, hand on your lower back, and give him the look. the one you've perfected over months of pregnancy. the one that says if he doesn't help you right now you will not let him fuck your pregnant pussy, and you will cry, and he will feel guilty about it for the rest of his life.
twenty minutes later, you're both standing in the kitchen staring at your creation. pickles dipped in chocolate sauce with a generous dollop of sriracha mayo on the side. it looks like a crime against humanity. it probably is.
"try it" you say, holding out a pickle.
Feitan stairs at the pickle like it has personally wronged him.
โ..Noโฆ.โ
โFei, this baby that is in my womb at this very moment is yours. it was made from your sperm, that came out of your body. so if the baby is craving this, it must mean that you will most likely will like itโ
he sighs. it's a deep, resigned sigh that speaks volumes about his current life choices. he takes the pickle from your hand and brings it to his mouth like he's walking to his execution. you watch his face as he takes a bite, watches his expression contort into something between disgust and betrayal.
โ ..disgustingโ
"the baby's been active tonight," you say softly, watching his expression shift. you take his free hand and place it on your belly, right where the baby just kicked.
his entire demeanor changes. whatever gruff exterior he's been maintaining completely softens as he feels the movement under his palm.
"strong," he murmurs, almost to himself.
"takes after their dad," you say softly
he doesn't respond verbally, but his hand stays on your belly, protective and warm.
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In the early morning, 4 maybe 5 am, you were standing at the kitchen counter, holding the little pumping machine to your right breast as your face churned with a grimace. Your nipples were sore, from the machine sucking harshly and from how often you had to do it.
You had just started filling one of the little bottles, and as though Feitan knew what you were doing, he walked in. Squinting at you, almost asking what you were doing at this hour- till his eyes landed on your breasts you didn't bother to cover.
โGo back to sleep, I'll be done soon.โ
you muttered in a groggy voice as the whirring woke Feitan up from the hazy state he was in.ย
He took a few steps towards you, watched the machine milk you. Jealous that a stupid machine had the right to and he didn't.
You didn't mind if he watched, but that's all you'd ever grant him. But directly after sex, when his chest would be drippng with the light cream colored liquid that leaked from your tits while he fucked you, and as he looked down to his pale body in the bathroom, the sink running on a hand towel as you waited for him to come back to help clean you up.
His fingers couldn't help but swipe at the liquid before placing it on his tongue. The whisper of your taste on his tongue made one thing clear in his mind. If he couldnโt wrap his lips around your nipple and suck till there was nothing left- if you wouldnโt grant him that one favor, the closest thing he had was to fuck you in missionary from now on.
His eyes watched as the plastic bottle filled up with milk, almost hypnotized by the liquid. You winced as the machine sucked at your sore nipple, which only made the cogs in Feitanโs brain start churning with schemes.
โโฆThey always look soโฆ full,โย Feitan says, not taking his eyes off your breast.
With that being said he starts to guided you to sit onto the couch as you've done plenty of times when you'd pump, he already knew how he wanted to be fed, he had thought about it over and over again. And settled on this position, his back was pressed against the tops of your thighs. His legs extended onto the couch, unashamed of his cock rising from staring at the cream droplet that threatened to fall from your nipple.
Your hand was on the back of his head, fingers filled with inky black hair.
a low groan rumbled onto your skin as he lightly pressed his parted lips onto the skin around your nipple. Feitans tongue circled at your hardening nipple, lapping softly.
Feitanโs lips were slow to start sucking, pulling your nipple further into his mouth with a lactogenic motion from his tongue.
It took very little effort to pull milk to the surface. But the moan that reverberated onto your breast from a fat droplet hitting Feitanโs tongue, it was bordering on pornographic. It was as though he saw the pearly gates of heaven when the droplet infiltrated the taste buds of his tongue.
Your milk was warm, thick enough to leave a light cast on his tongue as he tried to suckle more liquid from your nipple. Feitans mouth was latched onto you in a way you knew it would hurt to pull him off.
Your hand holding his head up started rubbing gently at his scalp, seeing frustration form on his delicate features, unknowing why. But you were almost trying to soothe him as whimpers vibrated onto your breast. Watching his eyebrows furrow and the growing blush on his cheeks to deepen as his eyes fluttered open.
You inhaled sharply, feeling his tongue trail from massaging the bottom of your nipple to the little mound that provided the milk. Tracing the tip of his tongue on your bud causing you to hiss his name in a warning.ย
That's all it took for him to continue suckling on your sore nipple. You were about to rest back onto the couch with a sigh, caressing the back of his head as you felt relief wash over your shoulders, allowing him to take what he needed
Then your eye caught his bicep flexing, and you trailed your eyes down his pale arm parting your lips in shock as you watched his unashamed hand palm himself through his gray sweats.ย
Feitan only moaned as he heard his name fall from your lips, feeling his mouth suck rougher in order to pull more milk from your heavy breast that threatened to suffocate his nose.
His hand hesitantly removed itself from the stiff bulge of his sweats
he greedily drank from your nipple, so greedily that the corners of his mouth were threatening to leak the honeyed fluid- he was suckling so much, he couldn't swallow fast enough.ย ย
You inhaled as his hand led your hand to his cock by your wrist, gasping softly with a tingle on your cheeks from how hard he was. Feita placed his larger hand atop yours, pressing it onto his painful erection
You sighed almost in pity as he let out various throaty whimpers, firmening your fingers around the print in his pants .
โOh Fieโ you soothed, knowing how hard he was, it had to be painful. his hips bucked up into your hand for more friction.
you maneuvered your hand on his bulge to free it from its torment.ย
For the first time since he latched onto your nipple, his lips parted from your breast with a low moan. The cold air hitting his pinkening tip causing him to furrow his eyebrows, but all it took was for the feeling to settle before he attached onto your draining nipple once more.
You kept a light touch on his cock. you to slowly start stroking him, stopping your grasp right before your fingers could roll onto his flushed tip.
and with one last lap of your nipple, Feitan
unlatched from your breast. Huffing softly as his breath tickled your damp nipple
It was embarrassing, the way your milk left trails of a light white film on his cheeks, the way he was breathing heavily with his cock in your hand. Vulnerable.ย
Feitan saw your flushed face- and to comfort you he raised himself from your thighs lightly, keeping a massaging hand on your unsucked breast as he pressed his plump lips to yours.
It was filthy, Mouths dancing against each other in pure delirium. Being able to taste yourself on his tongue, on his spit laced with milk.
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Been trying to finish some of my other work, but I donโt even know how to end half of them -.-๏ฟผ
Tw: kidnapping, stalking, power imbalances, financial trapping, mentions of physical/domestic abuse, mentions of non-con, sexist undertones, Enji wants you to be his cute little housewife, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, a few mentions of making sure you eat enough/food, Enji is patronizing whoo boy, he makes you share a toothbrush and yes he's weird about it, this is set in a divergent timeline where Enji and Rei are formally divorced and his relationship with his family is loose and not super tight, fem reader, MDNI
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DARLING PROFILE:
Kind
Enji is, simply, harsh.
His quirk, his mannerisms, his attitude, his everything, really, is a bit rough around the edges, forming a man with only enough self control to get what he wants. Heโs lived his whole life bitterly, constantly jealous, constantly wanting, willing to throw everything away in order to achieve his goals.
And once everything starts caving in around him, his family and career both taking unexpected turns, Enji finds himself so, so painfully alone. He doesnโt pretend to delude himself into thinking heโs not deserving of his fate, but this places him into a positionย where he shoulders the guilt while desperately trying to find any outlet to forget it.
And this is where a darling who is kind comes into play โ he needs someone who wonโt judge him for his past. He needs someone who doesnโt treat him like scum, who is still polite and empathetic to him and his emotions. A darling who is able to consistently praise him will have him smitten quickly, growing emotionally dependent on hearing their sweet words in order to function, in order to not let the depression and stress get the better of him.
And even once his obsession has formed and heโs deep in the depth of his infatuation, a darling who is just too kind to kick him to the curbside is absolutely essential for him โ they must be doting and caring, helping rebuild his shattered confidence and psyche, and with every compliment they dish out, Enji vows that heโll return the sentiment tenfold, in his own way of course.
(This means buying his darling millions of yen worth of their favorite things, all kinds of wonderful gifts that he hopes will sway them in his favor, that will get them drooling over him and all that he can provide for them.)
Hardworking
Although heโs in a mental state that leaves him much more susceptible to finding a partner once he divorces Rei, Enji is still a picky man. He wonโt fall for just anyone โ no, they must fit his standard, be acceptable and meet the rather long and detailed checklist he has for those he considers as potential romantic partners.
And near the top of this list is determination. Heโs a man motivated by his own goals and is willing to stop at nothing to achieve them โ and so, a darling that can at least somewhat match this aspect of his personality is critical.
He has no patience for a darling that gives up easily; he wants someone thatโs willing to put in the effort to see it pay off, someone who understands the concept of self-discipline and holding yourself to certain moral standards.
He finds it wildly attractive when someone has strong character, and his interest would immediately be piqued with a darling who brings an attitude of perseverance and hard work into every aspect of their life, be it work, their hobbies, their relationship, and everything in between.
He wants someone who is perhaps not quite as stubborn as him, but is still serious in their goals.
(He hopes that one day, making him happy and pleasing him will be one of these goals โ just as pleasing his darling is one of his own. And heโs more than happyto please them in whatever way they so desire. More than happy.)
Motherly
Because he views his darling as the perfect wife, his darling absolutely must possess at least somewhat of a motherly air about them. He likes the idea of having a nurturing partner, if only because he finds it endearing when they care for others.
As a hero he shares this sentiment, and although it may sometimes be overshadowed by his need to become the best, deep down inside he does very much wish to help others โ his methodology is just a little more violent, a little more overt.
His darling, by contrast, should prefer a methodology thatโs much gentler, something that focuses more on making others feel safe and heard and cared for.
Besides, Enji very much desires to have children with his darling; to build a second family, one that heโll care for and nourish much better than his first. And so, if his darling is to be a good mother, they must embody these traits.
Besides, although he doesnโt fall for his darling because of his fantasies of making them a mother, once the feelings are formed these daydreams only further his feelings, deepening his obsession because oh, heโd give absolutely anything to see them pregnant with his child, carrying his seed, creating something that symbolizes the love and dedication between them.
And so, his darling needs to be someone who naturally takes care of others โ and in return, Enji will take care of them. Just how it should be.
Pushover
This trait is a bit less crucial compared to the others, but itโs still most definitely a positive from Enjiโs perspective.
Of course he likes a darling who has strong opinions and stands up for them, but he loves a darling that will let him guide them through any hard decisions, or really any decisions at all.
Although heโs not as outright controlling with his darling, he still very much feels that he wears the pants in the โrelationshipโ, and thus he is the one calling the shots.
A darling who is happy to let him take over their life like this is a massive help to him โ he doesnโt have to fight for control, nor does he have to argue with them about why certain decisions really should be made by him as the more dominant partner, as the one who knows more about the world, as the man. Itโs an outdated view and itโs one that he doesnโt really want to admit out loud, but he enjoys the idea of a partner who will revere him and allow him full control.
He wants to be loved and cherished, and in return for a love like this, heโll do his best to provide for and take care of his darling in every way he possibly can โ so really, if his darling knows whatโs best for them, theyโll step back and let him make all the tough decisions.
Theyโll nod and smile and agree with whatever he chooses, pressing a kiss against his cheek and telling him how much they trust him, how they know heโd never hurt them, how he only wants whatโs best for them.
Just the thought makes something warm swell in his stomach, the level of trust making him feel wanted, needed, a concept so foreign that it almost feels wrong. But oh, how he likes it.
GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:
Controlling
But in a very, very strange way โ a lot of what fuels Enjiโs obsession is this desperate, innate need to right his wrongs. Heโs very, very aware of how thoroughly he ruined his family, how horribly he treated Rei, how he was a poor excuse of a father and husband, and he sees his love with you as almost being his second try. With you, he can do all the things he should have done with Rei and his children โ he should have been sweet and loving, a present father that cared about each of his children equally. He should have been a doting husband, spoiling his wife and making her feel loved and desired.
But he didnโt, and although Rei has long since divorced him, Enji finds himself feeling lonely, incomplete, restless to try again, to properly provide for a sweet little thing he can call his own. And this is where you come in โ and from the moment he realizes his feelings for you are more than a simple attraction, he dives in head-first.
He decides he'll approach everything with you in a way as opposite from his previous marriage as possible โ he's all grand, romantic gestures, always showing up with a bouquet of flowers in hand and just the slightest pink tint on his scarred cheeks.
The grand, romantic gestures are, of course, merely things heโs seen in rom-coms; the women always look happy when the love interest swoops in with flowers and gifts and pretty clothing, the beaming smile and large hug the man gets as a reward seeming very, very appealing to Enji, despite his rigid exterior.
(Just the thought of you hugging him has his heart racing โ itโs something so intimate, so entirely new that it makes every nerve in his body stand on edge, a shiver running up his spine as he imagines the way your body would feel pressed against his, how youโd sigh and sink further against him, how youโd squeeze him and god, the view heโd get when he looks down to see your body pressed so tightly against him that not even a breath of air could separate you -)
Heโs scouring through womenโs magazines, burying his nose in the glossy pages and searching for ideas and clues as to what women enjoy as courting gifts.
(He has to scoff under his breath every time he sees a new dieting tip or regiment, internally frowning and worrying that youโre seeing these ads and potentially obsessing over your weight. The last thing heโd want is for you to be unhappy with your body โ certainly not when heโs so very happy with it. Not to mention the nutritionally heinous foods the magazine recommends โ heโd sooner have you eat raw paper than follow this ludicrous advice.)
Heโs even caving and very, very awkwardly asking his female sidekicks and employees at his agency about their tips on how to seduce a woman. He struggles to make eye contact with them when he asks, his imposing figure almost reminding them of a shy, nervous teenage boy with the way heโs so earnest about his question, his eyes lighting up when they mention an idea he hasnโt tried yet, pressing them for details and specifics and you must tell me what to say to her โ how does one follow up gifting a puppy?
It would be sweet, really, how devoted he is to making sure that youโre absolutely spoiled, that you get a whole variety of lavish gifts designed to sweep you off your feet. It would be wonderful, really, except that Enji has never understood the concept of being too much โ which is how everything will start to feel very, very early on in this process.
ย It was nice at first to receive a fresh bouquet of roses every morning at your desk with a handwritten card attached. (Written in impeccable handwriting, the cursive letters looping and elegant as they spell out short, simple, sweet messages signed with a capital E at the bottom, reading please make sure to eat enough today and that skirt looks lovely on you.)
ย It was nice at first, but after the second week of daily bouquets and even a few finding their way to the doorstep of your apartment, the sight of the pretty red flowers makes a sinking feeling swirl in your gut.
(Enji notices this, dismayed and frustrated by your lack of a positive response, and decides to double down and just gift you bigger flowers, because maybe your lack of joy at receiving the bouquets is because they arenโt big enough, arenโt grandiose enough, arenโt good enough.)
It was nice to get the cute, small stuffed bunny on your desk one morning, and youโd even grown so fond of the little thing that you perched it on the edge of your desk, assuming it was a one-time gift. But it wasnโt โ the stuffed animals kept coming, getting bigger and more detailed and much, much more expensive, youโre sure.
(Enji is careful to remove each and every price tag on every gift he sends you, simply because he doesnโt want you to feel that you owe him financially, nor does he want you to be swayed into accepting him as your partner by mere economic standing โ thatโs an asset that youโll come to know, of course, but heโd rather lure you in via more traditional ways. It doesnโt exactly stay secret, though, because once the necklace with a delicate array of at least five diamonds in it arrives at your front door, your secret admirerโs wealth becomes very, very difficult to hide.)
Heโs gifting you jewelry with more precious jewels and gold and silver than you could possibly wear, and outfitting your closet with all kinds of dresses and skirts out of materials and cuts you could never hope to afford for yourself.
(And, of course, theyโre all tailored to fit you perfectly โ how Enji managed to get your exact sizes is still a question that haunts you, one that makes you scared to upon the nicely wrapped boxes that you find in excess outside your front door.)
Itโs all just too damn much โ Enji is suffocating with his attempts to woo you, his every gift and gesture leaving you feeling uncomfortable. What heโs trying to do is very, very obvious โ and it feels wrong. Heโs the number one hero, a busy man with much more important things to be doing โ so why is he going after you? And why with such ferocity?
His forwardness will scare you off, driving you to avoid him and grow suspicious of his motives, and Enji does not like this development. This wasnโt supposed to happen โ youโre supposed to want him, to be seduced by all of his efforts, to be swept off your feet and swooned by his gifts and words (delivered with the grace of a garbage truck, of course, but the sentiment is there โ even if looking at your pretty face distracts him, all the words leaving his head and making him stand there gaping like a fool).
ย Enji doesnโt like it, and so he presses harder, stepping up the frequency and volume of his gifts, only effectively pushing you further and further away from him as you grow more uneased and unsettled. And if you were to confront him about it?
Well, this is where his controlling tendencies come into play โ denying who he naturally is can only last for so long, and despite being a man with superb self-restraint, the moment that Enji feels youโre slipping from his fingers heโs morphing back into the man that commands your every move.
Suddenly heโs no longer presenting you with the newest shampoo youโve been talking about (itโs salon grade, the best stuff out there, and much too expensive, but not for Enji โ nothing is too expensive for him when itโs for you) but rather letting this expression wash over his face, one that youโve never seen before.
Itโs cold, remarkably so; his lips are pressed tightly together, his brows perfectly straight, those eyes lifeless as he tells you to stop fighting, go inside and change into the green dress I gave you last week. Weโre going for dinner, and youโll order the house salad and a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. Do you understand me?
ย Itโs weird and unexpected and scary, and itโll have you immediately stuttering out a yes and scurrying inside, too frightened to disobey. And really, while Enji winces every time he does this, eventually he finds himself trying to justify it as simply ensuring your relationship will last.
Obviously itโs not good that he has to force you into these small, minor, inconsequential things (like going on a date with him or letting him accompany you home afterwards), but this is different from with Rei โ you want this, right? Youโre just too shy to tell him how flattered you are about all the attention heโs giving you.
Youโre just playing coy, acting on your age-old feminine instincts to make men chase after you, to be demure and make your partner work for your affection and love. And eventually, Enji will convince himself that this is different, heโs wooing you and getting you into a relationship with him willingly โ you want him.
You practically love him already โ things are going well. Theyโre successful.
They have to be.
And so, while Enji doesnโt mean to be controlling, the end results is that although he plays the nice guy that spoils you and gives you anything your heart desires, at the end of the day he is the one in charge, and he is the one dictating your relationship.
And really, what can you do to stop him? Heโs strong, both physically and with the general population โ one word from him and youโd be hunted for like a madman, ostracized from the community, brought back to him like a pup to its owner.
You belong with him, and itโs his job to make you see that โ even if you want to remain blind.
Possessive
Enji Todoroki doesnโt share. Once he decides that he wants you, you become unequivocally his.
Sure, he wants to do things a bit differently with you and get you to harbor more loving feelings towards him, but from the moment his infatuation forms you donโt really have a choice in the matter.
ย You can pretend like you do, if it makes you feel better (and it will, because at least you can pretend that you have even an ounce of control in the relationship, that you arenโt just some adorable little thing heโs decided he wants hanging off his arm and warming his bed), but at the end of the day youโre subject to Enjiโs whims.
And although Enji lets you harbor this fantasy of your relationship being truly consensual, the moment something occurs that threatens it, his true colors are shown. Namely, when he thinks your attention is veering away from him, his jealousy and anger become difficult to keep in check, his quirk acting up and letting off small sparks and flames all along his body. His fists clench and his jaw tightens when he sees another man around you, and although he tries to rationalize that the man likely doesnโt want anything to do with you, just simply being in your presence is enough to make Enji suspicious.
Even if the man isnโt talking to you or acknowledging you in any way, heโs anxious โ heโs scared that something about this man will attract you, that youโll somehow find him better than Enji.
Maybe the man is friendlier โ Enjiโs aware that he isnโt exactly the most approachable person on the planet.
Maybe he's funnier โ Enji knows he canโt crack a joke to save his life.
Maybe heโs a better conversationalist โ less formalities and awkwardness, able to get you laughing so hard you snort.
It makes Enjiโs skin crawl, his knuckles turning white from how hard heโs fisting his hands, and before long he will intervene. Heโll grab you as gently as he can on the elbow, guiding you carefully but quickly away to the other side of the room and physically maneuvering so that his body is blocking your sight of the man โ and more importantly, blocking his sight of you.
Heโll try to talk with you, trying to distract you and get your mind off of the other man, all in an effort to get your attention back on him. Heโs reminding you that you have him, that you donโt need some other man, that you already have one whoโs capable of providing for you and caring for you as you deserve.
Frankly, he discovers just how deeply his feelings for you run in a situation where jealousy gets the best of him โ youโd been approached at a small gathering by a man from another agency who was clearly hitting on you. He was leaning in close, smiling with a smarmy smirk and nursing on his cocktail like a lifeline.
Enji had noticed the two of you out of the corner of his eye, and immediately heโd gone stiff. He couldnโt stop staring at the way the man kept getting gradually closer to you, how he kept leaning in further, how his hand slid from his pocket to your shoulder, then your arm, down to your hand and oh, oh god, it looks like heโs bringing it down to your waist โ
Enji had been by your side in mere moments, his gaze card and harsh as heโd stepped in front of you, making some poorly toned excuse about needing to speak with you for a moment, before unceremoniously dragging you away from the stupefied man.
From that day, Enji absolutely refuses to allow anyone close to you. And really, can he be blamed? After all, he fell for you, so why wouldnโt anyone else? Youโre beautiful and caring, smart and dignified, and if he can see your potential as a lovely, perfect little wife, surely others can too.
And so, Enji ramps up his controlling tendencies the more heโs presented with situations where the green-eyed monster accompanies him. And this control takes its main form through financials โ that is, while Enji originally didnโt want to attract you to him via his material wealth, he decides itโs a necessary evil in order to have you staying by his side only.
He starts โforgettingโ to peel off the price tags of the gifts he gives you, pretending not to notice how your eyes practically bug out of your head when you unbox the pink pendant heโd bought for you.
He starts inviting you out for lunches and dinners more often, ordering for you and choosing the most expensive items off the menu despite your numerous pleas that youโll opt for something โ anything โ cheaper.
(Itโs frustrating, too, because as angry as you want to be at him for ordering for you, he always chooses something you end up liking โ of course itโs because heโs done extensive research and stalking, finding out your favorite foods and what flavors you dislike, but it all seems like one large, awfully strange coincidence to you.)
Exerting financial control over you keeps you complacent, because the guilt youโll feel at how much money heโs sinking into you will have you following his every word, even if it his commands are a little strange and off-putting โ like spending less time with any male friends (or really any friends for that matter) or slipping the small photograph of him into your purse (itโs weird and you do so hesitantly, making sure the polaroid is at the bottom of the bag โ and trying to ignore the way his muscles are oh-so fucking defined in the tight black shirt heโs sporting in the photograph).
Itโs all just a big ploy to keep you from running off with some other man โ but really, if you somehow did manage to do that, Enji wonโt be particularly merciful. He will be cornering the man as he leaves your apartment and he will be holding him by the neck against the cold concrete wall, threatening him to leave you alone or experience the rather unpleasant sensation of burning alive.
Itโs not particularly heroic, but Enji doesnโt care โ he canโt, not when the threat of you leaving him for another man is very much present and real. Itโs too scary, too much for him to handle โ it would mean you rejecting him, his second fuck-up in love, and the loss of someone who fits absolutely every one of his desires in a woman.
Youโre too perfect for him to lose โ so instead, heโll own you.
Dependent
He will never admit it, but thereโs this part of Enji that grows stronger day by day, every time he sees your face, that tells him in the most raw, real way that he absolutely needs you.
Heโs essentially lost what he had of his family, and with the sharp uptake in responsibility as the new number one hero, the new symbol of modern peace, Enji finds himself turning to you in his time of need, in his more vulnerable moments.
Because really, though his exterior is tough and jaded, heโs only human โ he too needs someone to love, someone to hold and latch onto, and latch he does. Youโre his, and he expects you to understand that even if he doesnโt verbalize it.
He cherishes your very existence, each and every thing you do, finding you to be remarkably weak yet remarkably endearing, your inability to defend yourself simultaneously adorable and frustrating. He needs you to realize that youโre his everything; his whole reason for living now, even if he doesnโt give you many clues into this.
He isnโt the best at expressing his emotions, and although the love and desperation he feels for you is constantly overwhelming him, overflowing from his chest and making him dizzy, he doesnโt articulate just how deeply these feelings run.
Of course heโll tell you how youโre beautiful, or that youโre my responsibility to protect, but heโll also say significantly less romantic things like how you belong to him, how he's never letting you out that front door, how heโll never let those disgusting, filthy villains touch something as perfect as you.
He thinks itโs sweet and exactly what you want to hear, but itโs not โ itโs scary and strange and weird, but these are your biggest clues as to his dependence on you.He wonโt tell you, but his expectations for you are honestly monumentally high; he wants you to be his perfect little wife, everything that Rei wasnโt, and this includes giving you every ounce of his love.
He wants you to be diligently cooking him hearty meals, keeping the house tidy and clean for the two of you, to be massaging his shoulders while he relaxes from a stressful day at work. (Hell, he even wants you to wear cute little aprons, collars with his name stitched onto them, those maternity/breast feeding bras before youโre even pregnantโฆ)
He wants a domestic fantasy with you, and this extends to other, more vulnerable things as well. He expects you to embrace him as he walks through the door everyday returning home, to give him a light peck on the cheek and ask about his day, to let him hug you from behind and kiss your neck as you slave away over the stove.
He never really got the chance to do such loving things with Rei (not that he particularly wanted to), and as a result he honestly feels like heโs having to make up time, that he needs to be taking every single ounce of affection and love you can possibly give him, and heโll feel no guilt at all.
He wonโt outright ask you to cuddle him, but when he sits on the large, overstuffed leather couch and stares at you expectantly, youโll quickly learn to run over to him and snuggle up into his side, to bury your face into his chest and wrap your arms and legs around him even if his body heat cooks you alive.
He wonโt ever explicitly ask you to give him those fluttery, soft morning kisses heโs seen all the time in terrible corny rom-coms he religiously watched for inspiration while trying to court you, but the moment you smile sleepily at him and press a kiss against his lips while you holds you close in the morning glow?
God, itโs in those moments that he wants to give you absolutely everything he has โ every part of his body, soul and heart, every single cent he owns, every piece of fame and fortune heโs ever amassed.
Enji just wants to please you, and although he comes off as an odd mix of demanding yet generous, terrifying yet strangely awkward, inside his heart is hammering against his ribcage every time you so much as smile at him, every time you so much as look at him. In the hazy afterglow of a round of passionate morning sex (in which youโve realized that fighting will get you nowhere โ itโll only earn you an Enji thatโs more frantic and desperate to get you moaning and crying out his name), when he latches onto your smaller, exhausted and sweaty body, pressing you as tightly against him as possible, sometimes his demeanor will crack.
Heโll lean down to deeply inhale the scent of your hair, to watch the way your chest rises and falls, and heโll whisper in the softest of voices that he loves you, youโre the light of his world. He doesnโt know what heโd do without you, but Enji is hellbent on never finding out โ after all, there is no chance of escape with him, and heโs sure youโll learn your place soon.
After all, pretty, submissive girls like you always do.
DEALING WITH RIVALS:ย
Enji is, regrettably, terrible at hiding his jealousy.
Heโs always been in a constant state of envy, whether it was vying for the top spot in the heroing world against All Might, desiring the perfect offspring in order to have the Todoroki name and himself live on, and countless other examples. Heโs prideful and so fucking jealous of everyone around him, and this is only heightened when it comes to you โ his possessiveness over you is nothing to sneeze at, and the minute he feels that your attention is threatened, that you could possibly be yearning for another?
Heโs wasting no time stepping in, mercilessly shutting down each and every opportunity you could possibly have of being with anyone other than himself.
As much as heโs loathe to admit it, his jealousy and possessiveness stems from a place of insecurity; heโs aware that heโs by no means the perfect partner, and he rationally knows that you could do much, much better than him.
And so, as a sort of panic-induced response, Enji decides that you simply arenโt allowed to interact with any other men โ this way, you arenโt presented with the opportunity to even let the feelings form. And heโs diligent with this theory, too โ heโs always standing near you, acting as your shadow with watchful, hawk-like eyes trained on your figure.
Heโs never been the best at reading people, but heโs able to tell from miles away when someone approaches you with intentions that are less than innocent, and immediately his lips are thinning, his brows furrowing, his entire body temperature raising by five degrees because youโre his, and this piece of scum disguised as a man obviously doesnโt realize this.
Heโs your guardian angel in many ways (though really, he takes the guardian portion much too far โ even men who have no romantic intentions with you are viewed as potential threats, shooed away with a vengeance that will make them too afraid to even think about you without imagining themselves engulfed in flames), though at times it will make you feel more than a little patronized.
Itโs as if he doesnโt trust you โ you donโt really have a relationship, at least in your eyes, but you know the number one hero wants something more than friendship with you. And so, you do your best to avoid evoking his anger and wrath by not romantically involving yourself with another man โ and yet thatโs not enough for Enji.
It canโt be, simply because as pretty and sweet and smart as you may be, Enji will always know better. Itโs a controlling tendency and a mildly sexist view, but he thinks of you as his doting, loving housewife-to-be, and itโs the manโs job to make these sorts of decisions.
Youโre just too sweet and outgoing for your own good โ youโll get mixed up in all sorts of trouble if youโre not careful, and lucky little you has someone like Enji to watch out for you and make sure your pretty head has nothing to worry about. And so, Enji sticks to you like glue, warding off potential suitors with grueling stares and a presence and reputation too strong to ignore.
Enjiโs day had been long, and one of those days that made him seriously question his abilities as a hero. A villain had managed to trick him, and although Enji had of course eventually arrested the perpetrator, his deception had led to a lot of wasted time and more damage to surrounding buildings than was acceptable.
His head was pounding, his body still feeling overly hot from all of the fighting, and though not normal, heโd decided he was done for the day and left the rest of the agencyโs calls to his sidekicks. Leaving early had felt almost freeing in a way, the world looking a bit different with all this extra time โ walking down the sidewalk, Enji scanned the windows of each shop he passed.
As per usual, youโd been on his mind all day โ flashes of your face sitting just behind his eyelids, your name just a hair away on his tongue, the feeling of your phantom touch sending shivers down his spine. It was irritating, distracting, heavenly, and with each window he passed, he kept an eye out for anything you might like.
Heโd gotten you a pretty tea cup set yesterday, and although youโd been hesitant and visibly uncomfortable at receiving such a gift (the set was very, very obviously expensive, the marbled china too perfect and pristine to have costed anything less than a yearโs worth of your salary), Enji was eager to gift you something that would be received better today.
Streets passed by, nothing quite suiting his vision for what you deserved โ heโd need something more subtle today, something simple and sweet and something he knows you like โ The confectionary is small, with swirling black letters over a baby pink banner spelling out the name of the store. The windows are lined with all sorts of chocolates and candies, all wrapped up in pretty, ornate packaging that makes Enji immediately pick up his pace, practically storming into the small shop.
It smells like vanilla and sugar as the door shuts behind him, and although it makes him wince, he knows youโd love it. Shelves nearly as tall as him line the shop in narrow rows, displaying all sorts of sweets that heโs never heard of before โ caramels, gumdrops, chocolates, lollipops, anything and everything under the sun.
Heโs only been in the store for roughly five minutes, staring at a collection of truffles with furrowed brows and a downward curl of his lip when he hears a small laugh over the gentle, happy classical music playing quietly over the speakers. Immediately heโs perking up โ the laugh sounds familiar; the lilt of it, the tonality, the soft intake of breath right after it stops.
His lips part, eyes going wide, and before he can even really control himself heโs rushing towards the source of the noise, his entire face growing warm when he sees you โ youโre at the register, a few candies sitting on the wooden slab, your purse in hand as you fish for presumably your wallet.
You look gorgeous today โ youโre wearing a shirt heโs never seen before and your favorite pair of jeans (the ones that make your ass look so, so very perfect โ perfect to squeeze at, to grope and touch and smack and press himself againstโฆ), and although heโs briefly disappointed that you arenโt wearing an item of clothing that heโd gifted you, he notices the clerk all too soon.
The clerk โ Hyoshi, his nametag says โ is smiling at you. Heโs all teeth, a grin that makes the hairs on the back of Enjiโs neck stand up, his nostrils flaring because youโd been laughing, and it must be this manโs doing. This man, whoโs visibly weak even under the ridiculous confectionary uniform heโs sporting โ arms that couldnโt hope to lift even a fraction of what Enji can, a chest that isnโt ruggedly defined like the heroโs, and a stature thatโs frankly pathetic compared to the frame of the redheaded man behind you.
Enjiโs angry, and as the man opens his mouth to presumably say something else (potentially something thatโll make you laugh again), his words die on his tongue as he glances behind you to see the behemoth of a man whoโs quite literally acting as your shadow.
His eyes widen and immediately heโs stuttering out a w-welcome in, Endeavor! At that, your shoulders go stiff, your mouth parting into an adorable little โoโ that Enji can practically see in his head, and you slowly turn around.
Oh, hello Endeavor, arenโt you normally on patrol right now?
Enjiโs jaw works, and although a small part of him is pleasantly surprised that youโd remembered his patrol shift, your words only serve to further frustrate him. You knew it was his time on the clock โ and yet, youโd still ventured out into the heart of downtown, completely on your own, defenseless except for the measly, very sad pepper spray you keep in that worn purse of yours โ both of which he keeps pleading with you to let him replace.
(Heโll get you new pepper spray and a taser and a pocketknife, just because he knows how dangerous these streets can be, and with your pretty face and your pretty body heโs sure villains would be lining out the door to get a taste of you. And of course, the new bag โ heโs bought you plenty, in a wide variety of styles and colors, each gift getting more and more desperate to be the one you finally deem as being good enough to use, but alas.)
Enji doesnโt even bother with a greeting, instead stepping up to the counter, slamming down his credit card and stepping in front of you. Iโll be paying for her sweets. His voice is cold, firm, and sends the clerk into a scurry to process the transaction, meanwhile youโre staring in mild shock from behind the hero.
Of course youโre not surprised โ how can you be, when he insists on spoiling you in every possible way? And yet the raw animosity heโs radiating right now canโt be ignored โ you get the feeling as if youโre somehow in trouble, though you canโt figure out what for. As soon as the card reader beeps, Enjiโs scooping up the card and your sweets, his thick fingers wrapping around your wrist just barely too tightly and marching out the door, telling the clerk over his shoulder to keep the receipt.
It takes every bone in his body to not turn back around and swing at the man behind the counter, his eyes shutting tightly in concentration as he tells himself that itโs not worth it, the media will find out, your reputation will be damaged. But as his eyes peel open and he realizes the way youโre squirming in his grip, he only sighs and releases you, those teal eyes of his appraising you with a frown.
Youโre feeling guilty again, unsure of yourself as you gently rub your wrist, and for a moment Enji feels regret โ did he hurt you? He hadnโt meant to, heโd just been angry and it was already hard enough to not harm the man whoโd made you laugh, and surely youโd understand that he didnโt mean to โ
You break the silence before he can voice his concerns, clearing your throat and thanking him in a meek voice. Enji merely nods, a small grunt your only response as he begins walking again, your sweets โ and your purse โ firmly in his hands, just so that you wonโt have to carry them.
When you donโt immediately follow him, Enji pauses, looking back over his shoulder with a brow cocked.
What? Follow me โ we have dinner reservations this evening, at that new seafood restaurant by the harbor. Fuyumi tells me itโs quite good; order the crab legs and the caviar.
Thereโs no room for disagreement in his tone, and for a moment you just blankly gape at him, the situation too strange for you to really process.
But all too soon his eyes are narrowing, and youโre practically tripping over your feet to follow him, keeping your gaze cast downwards as Enjiโs hand rests on the small of your back, guiding you even though thereโs not a civilian in sight on the desolated sidewalk he leads you down.
TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:
Honestly, Enji is complicated as a yandere; thereโs a part of him that knows that there are aspects of his relationship with you that mirror that of his previous marriage. He knows that although you may not be treated as terribly (and that you have more purpose to him than simply an incubator), youโre still trapped, essentially a slave to his will.
And yet, as time passes and his dependence on you grows stronger, he canโt help but justify his actions, deciding that yes, you may be stuck with him, but at least he spoils you rotten with your favorite foods, expensive clothing and jewels, an unlimited supply for each and every hobby you may have. He may have you trapped between a rock and a hard place in terms of leaving him, but at least he genuinely loves you - he aches to spend time with you, to hold you in his arms, to feel your heartbeat against his ear, your lips against his, your body writhing below his.
Heโs convinced himself that this time is different, that youโre different, and as such he eventually decides that itโs really in both your best interests to just relocate you, to get you officially by his side.ย Itโs really paranoia that drives this decision โ heโs a working hero and a man with many, many enemies, and so itโs really the only option that keeps you safe.
Stealing you away into his private home โ heโs the sole inhabitant, aside from a cleaner or two, since moving out of the Todoroki household โ is the best option for a multitude of different reasons. Youโre safer this way โ the state-of-the-art security systems heโs installed around the estate are the best money can pay for, able to detect intruders and any suspicious activity in the blink of an eye. Enemies donโt have much of a chance of getting inside, and even if they had managed to, Enji will be right there to burn them to a crisp for even daring to get close to his beloved.
And even aside from outside threats, keeping you trapped at home will allow him to keep an eye on you and make sure that you donโt accidentally hurt yourself โ youโre ridiculously clumsy to him, your every action having him hold his breath slightly in anticipation, in fear that youโll somehow trip or fall or bruise your pretty skin. Plus, this way heโll know that youโre eating healthily and in the right quantities, that youโre getting proper exercise, that youโre relaxing as you should, that youโre spending adequate amounts of time in the interior courtyard heโd prepared in preparation for you.
(Itโs beautiful, as loathe as you are to admit it โ all kinds of flowers bloom along the walkways, bamboo and tall grasses and trees growing in neat lines and providing shade for the flowerbeds on hot summer days. Thereโs even a small stream flowing through it, the gentle trickling noise almost enough to cancel out the painful silence that exists between you and Enji when he decides to join you for your scheduled garden time in the afternoons โ uninvited, as always, and yet still unable to sense how desperately you wish youโd get these times alone to yourself.)
Aside from your safety, keeping you in his home helps feeds into his domestic fantasies of the two of you โ youโre so very precious to him, and from nearly the beginning of his obsession with you, heโs always viewed you as the perfect wife โ specifically, the perfect housewife.
Heโs a traditional man, believing in traditional gender roles, and although he doesnโt view you as being less-than based upon your status as a woman, he does expect certain things from you. Heโs the breadwinner, the strong, capable one who provides you with a roof over your head, food, and any gift under the sun the moment you make even the slightest inclination of wanting it.
And in return, youโre to be his caring, nurturing wife โ the one who keeps the house neat and tidy, a room dedicated to only cleaning supplies that you get always stay stocked and ready for you, should you become inspired and wish to fulfill this domestic fantasy of his. The cleaning products are all diluted down to a level that wouldnโt be dangerous if you were to ingest them โ youโd get sick, surely, but itโs nothing a home-trip from a doctor whoโs been sworn to secrecy canโt handle.
Thereโs also, unfortunately, a drawer within the room that a particularly bored you had one day opened only to immediately slam it shut. Dozens of cleaning outfits sat neatly folded in the drawer, the black and white getups looking much too tight and much too short. A few weeks later youโd returned to the drawer, bored out of your mind while Enji was away at work, peeling one out with careful and trembling fingers. And of course, to no oneโs surprise, the outfit fit like a fucking glove โ hugging your curves and accentuating them, the skirt full and flouncy and very easy to flip up, the bustline practically choking your breasts with how tightly the black cotton pressed them together. Youโd changed out of it shortly after, the rather disturbing and shameful fleeting question of whether this was the type of thing Enji liked making you too disgusted, guilty, and bashful to really consider.
In his idealized domestic world, youโd cook for him, too, but it takes a very long time for him to trust you enough to not purposefully burn or cut yourself in the kitchen. He has daydreams about coming home from a hectic work day to see you standing over the stove in a cute apron, humming some song and lighting up when you hear the door open and close, his announcement of being home making you practically bounce on your heels.
He wants to have you cook for him, to see you slave in the kitchen putting every ounce of your concentration and time into making him a meal you know heโll enjoy, but that fantasy has to wait for the time being โ just until he thinks youโve finally lost that rebellious streak of yours, just until you finally come to realize that you belong by Enjiโs side.
And so, in the meantime heโll have you make him small things that hold little potential for you to hurt yourself with โ simple sandwiches with pre-sliced ingredients, so that you wonโt cut yourself chopping tomatoes or slicing bread. He'll have you prepare a sandwich for him and one for yourself, too, ordering you to sit down at the dining table with him and share a meal โ though the conversation is hard to come by, and each attempt he makes at starting it is only met with single word answers from you.
(Another domestic fantasy he harbors but would never tell you about is to have you sitting with him at the table, looking at him with those pretty eyes and your voice dropping to a sultry volume, your chopsticks bringing the food you diligently and loving prepared for him up to his lips, your tone teasing as you tell him to open wide! Heโd keep eye contact the whole time he chews, never once breaking it as he tells you in that low, gruff voice of his that itโs perfectly done, the seasoning is impeccable. He wants you to be bashful, to smile and hide it with your hand, your lashes fluttering as you glance at him then back to the food again, too shy to say much but your body language showing just how much his praise effects you, just how good it feels to be the center of his attention, the apple of his eye, his absolute everything.)
He wants you to be his sweet housewife, and although he wonโt force you into any of the work, itโs extremely obvious what he wants of you โ heโs always telling you about when you get adjusted, how youโll be more open to fulfilling your role.
When youโre more adjusted, youโll be happy to iron his clothes; perhaps youโll spritz a bit of the perfume he buys you onto his shirts, just as a reminder of you during his long days.
(As if he needs a reminder โ certainly not, when youโre on his mind nearly every minute of the day.)
When youโre more adjusted, youโll be pleased to see the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hands, your voice riddled with joy as you announce the good news to him, watching him drop the phone and keys in his hand and instead hoist you into the air, spinning you with a grin on his face so bright it nearly blinds you, concluded with a passionate kiss and a few tears on his cheeks because he just canโt fucking wait to have you as the mother of his child.
Itโs all this talk of โwhen thisโ and โwhen thatโ, but the strange thing about Enji as a captor is that heโs incredibly patient with seeing these fantasies come to fruition โ sure, he may be forcing you into being a housewife just as he did with Rei, but this is different โ you get a choice about some of it, unlike her. You donโt have to do the dishes, but you can if youโd like. You donโt have to bear his children, but you can if youโd like.
(And frankly, itโll be hard not to โ once your need for human contact and your strange, mixed feelings for him grow, youโll eventually give into his requests for intimacy, and once the floodgates are open, you will end up pregnant from the sheer frequency and volume at which he pumps you full of his cum.)
All that being said, life as Enjiโs captive will honestly not be too terrible โ heโs still following you around the house like a shadow, but heโll let you sleep in your own bed at the start, let you have your own bedroom and bathroom, and he wonโt even force you into spending time with him at the beginning.
Because really, as tortuous and painful as keeping you away from him is, he repeats the mantra over and over in his head that eventually itโll be worth it โ eventually youโll see things his way, and eventually youโll come to see just how deeply his feelings for you run. Youโll realize that heโs only ever loved you, that he cares for you more than any other man possibly could, that he only has your best interests at heart โ thatโs why he always swung by your apartment at the end of his patrols, peering in at you through your windows, just to make sure you were safe and sound.
Thatโs why he kidnapped you, to ensure your safety and keep you in the arms of the only man truly capable of providing for you, just as you deserve.
Thatโs why heโll never let you escape him, no matter how you beg and plead for your freedom โ you donโt understand the outside world like he does. You think you do, but each villain he arrests is a nail in the coffin of your freedom โ you have no fucking clue how dangerous the world is, and Enji isnโt hesitant to remind you of this.
Youโre unhappy with him? Well, your options are here, in his warm house where heโs willing to give you every ounce of his attention, love, and touch, or out in the big, scary world where women like you are easy targets for men who love destroying easy targets.
So really, youโre in the best hands with Enji โ he knows how to take care of you, and heโll spoil you with every possible treasure you could want. Whatโs not to be happy about?
PUNISHMENTS:
As a general rule, Enji doesnโt โdoโ punishments. Because he views his relationship with you as his second try at finding a companion, there is no part of him that actively desires to hurt you. He loves you, in some sick, twisted way thatโs much too obsessive and desperate to ever be considered healthy, but itโs still love nonetheless.
And as such, Enji does genuinely want your relationship to be as wholesome and sweet as possible; he wants you to want him, to actively choose to spend your time with him, to want to be in his presence every moment of every day. He wants everything to be as perfect as possible โ the idealized life, a life where heโs the number one hero coming home to his lovely wife who cherishes him and he cherishes in return.
And so, when you do something that doesnโt quite line up with this fantasy, Enji is understandably upset. Why canโt you just accept that this is your reality now? Why do you insist on fighting him, even when you know you wonโt win? How could you?
Heโs Enji Todoroki, Endeavor the Flame Hero, and youโre just you. Youโre pretty, of course, and smart and sweet and caring, but youโre still just you. Thereโs nothing you can do against someone like him โ which is why Enji is able to excuse your poor behavior most of the time.
He understands; itโs difficult to accept that youโre weak and powerless, and he understands that when you lash out and act out, youโre just expressing frustration and fear at being taken care of so wholly and completely by someone so much stronger than you. It must be scary, after all โ Enji can be so intimidating and he knows it, so heโll try his absolute best to calm down anytime his anger starts to flare.
The last thing he wants to do is harm you, and he wants everything in your relationship to be as different as possible from that with Rei โ and hurting you in any way would too closely resemble his previous marriage, ruining the beautiful illusion he can live under with you.
And so, most of the time Enji is able to grit his teeth and shut his eyes, letting the anger subside by telling himself about all the wonderful things about you โ things that always get him feeling calmer, that make the buzzing sensation in his head and the suffocating feeling of anger dissipate. Nine times out of ten, heโs able to calm himself down this way โ and if thatโs not enough, normally exiting the room and getting a breath of fresh air is enough. Heโll tell himself that he absolutely cannot fall into the same habits he did with Rei โ youโre different, youโre special, and heโll calm himself down as often as he needs to in order to avoid being seen by you as the big, scary man who will hurt you if you disobey him.
Thus, getting Enji angry enough to the point where he canโt simply calm himself down is actually quite difficult โ generally, this involves you hurting yourself. Most other things he can twist into seeming not so bad, rather just being you not having adjusted to life as his woman quite yet. He can write off your escape attempts as you still clinging to this ludicrous sense of independence you seem so hellbent on keeping.
Attempts to harm him can be discarded as your misplaced sense of anger at your situation, because although in your heart of hearts heโs sure youโre happy to be in your natural familial setting (as the wife of a strong, capable man of course), youโve confused yourself by trying to reject something thatโs just so right.
Of course these events donโt make him happy, but theyโre able to be disregarded โ but when your blood is drawn by your own accord, even Enji canโt pretend this is something else. This is you purposefully trying to injure yourself, purposefully trying to show him that you arenโt happy, that you donโt want this โ an idea that makes him panic, that sends his fists clenching, that gets him pacing and his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to set you straight without harming you. And so, Enji eventually decides that after he cleans up your injury, rather than simply hitting you
and physically showing you that he wonโt stand for this sort of misbehavior, he has to be more restrictive with you. He wonโt be so lenient for the days following your bad behavior โ you wonโt be so spoiled, your rights wonโt be so freely handed to you.
You must understand that Enji is charge, and that heโs being generous and loving and kind by allowing you such free reign around your shared home. Really, he doesnโt need to be so generous โ and heโll teach you that an angry Enji is much, much worse than the normal doting, lovesick Enji youโre used to.
Enji is frozen as he opens the front door. Heโd come home a bit early from running some errands, the groceries in his hand dropping onto the hardwood floors below him. His jaw is dropped a bit, the sight of your bright red blood staining your forearm making a wave of sickness wash over him.
Who did this?
Who couldโve hurt you like this? Thereโd been no security alerts while he was gone, and there was absolutely no way that youโd left the interior of this house in the two hours he was gone. In the next breath heโs rushing forward into the kitchen, by your side before you can even blink, paying no mind to the way you gasp and stumble away from him, as if youโre afraid of him.
It makes Enjiโs chest ache, but the sight of your blood is too distracting for him to focus on the uncomfortable ache. Instead, heโs thrusting your arm under the kitchen sink, the lukewarm water making you wince ever so slightly as it runs over the wound.
Enjiโs brows furrow as he examines your arm; the cuts are long, zigzagging in every direction in a way that looks strange, not like any normal attack pattern heโs seen before. This doesnโt look natural, either โ not like a regular scratch, not like you just slipped and fell and had unfortunate luck. No, this looks like something else entirely โ like something purposeful, like their appearance marring your pretty skin isnโt accidental in the least. Itโs only then that Enji sees the glinting silver fork out of the corner of his eye, sitting on the edge of the counter with a bit of red staining the ends.
Immediately his body is freezing, his grip on your arm squeezing tighter as the gears turn in his mind. You must haveโฆ
His jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth, those blue eyes of his slanting over to look at you with such intensity and anger that you physically shrink in on yourself. His grip is too firm for you to pull your arm back, Enji absolutely unwilling to let you run away from this.
Did you do this to yourself?
His voice is surprisingly even, given the look on his face, and immediately youโre shaking your head, your entirely body paralyzed with fear. Youโve never seen Enji look this scary before โ or at least not towards you.
Your answer only serves to further anger him, it seems, because soon heโs literally snarling, his face twisted up into this ugly look ofย rage thatโs only heightened by the scar across his eye.
Donโt lie to me, I will always be able to tell when youโre untruthful with me. He pauses, taking a deep breath, his voice just the slightest bit unsteady. Did you do this to yourself?
This time you nod yes, tears prickling at your eyes and starting to spill down your cheeks, and at the sound Enji makes, they only flow faster. He looks like heโs in more pain than you are โ his face is red, and a few flames lick up around his shoulders. The heat washes over you, and soon the begs are slipping off your tongue before you can help yourself.
Enji pays you no mind, every ounce of his self-control going towards not slapping you in the face for your blatant stupidity. Soon heโs letting go of your hand, stomping towards the small first aid kit he keeps in the kitchen, entirely silent as he carefully wraps your arm in bandages, not paying your rambling any attention or mind.
As soon as youโre securely bandaged, he leaves the room and you hear the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut reverberating throughout the house.
The rest of the night passes in a blur, with you somehow getting from the floor of the kitchen where youโd laid down and eventually fallen asleep all the way to your bed, with the blankets carefully slotted over your body.
Nothing seems to be amiss the next morning, your footsteps cautious as you approach the bathroom, your brows shooting up when you notice that the counter is completely bare โ your toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash are all missing, as are all the expensive lotions and facial scrubs Enji normally keeps in piles for your convenience.
The kitchen is empty, too, you notice โ the silverware drawer is completely empty, and there are no cups or mugs of any sort in any of the cupboards. Itโs unnerving, and immediately youโre getting goosebumps all over your body, the air feeling prickly and cold, as if thereโs something lurking that you donโt know about. Biting your lip, you make your way to the table, gingerly sitting down and trying not to jostle the bandages too much โ the bandages that had been changed, you distantly notice.
A few minutes later, Enji joins you in the kitchen, his expression not exactly jovial, but not particularly hostile. He greets you as he normally does, before placing the mug you now notice is in his hand under sink. The sound of rushing water gets your mouth watering, not having realized how thirsty you were until this moment.
Wide eyes watch him turn towards you, making his way to your seated figure with slow, heavy steps that get your heart thudding in his chest. He stops right next to you, before telling you to open your mouth. Hesitantly, you do as he says, jerking slightly when his fingertips โ always unnaturally warm โ cup your chip and bring the cup up to your lips, the water cold as youโre forced to drink it.
Enji watches with neutral eyes, though you see the corner of his lip curl up slightly as you drink the entire glass, the pacing of the water flow nearly too much and nearly choking you. Soon itโs gone, and Enji uses his thumb to wipe at the corner of your lips.
Since yesterdayโs little spectacle has shown me that you canโt be trusted with basic household supplies, let me know if you require another drink, if youโd like to brush your teeth, or if youโd like to wash your hair. You obviously canโt do it alone, so I will be joining you. Now, go lay down on the couch. I need to change your wrappings again.
Youโre dumbfounded, watching him keep the mug in his grasp as he heads towards the living room. And though the threat seems too extreme, Enji means it โ you only last a few hours before you reluctantly ask for another drink, your throat too dry and sore to go without it.
And that night, when you shamefully ask him for your toothbrush, youโre not particularly pleased to find out that heโll be the one brushing your teeth, using his very own toothbrush to get the job done, just to make sure you donโt even think about trying to choke yourself with the brush.
(And when you finally have to shower, well, Enjiโs face turns bright red when you ask, rushing to his feet much too quickly, grasping your hand and practically pulling you to the bathroom before applying all sorts of soaps and scents to the bath he draws for you. His breath is hitched as he turns around so you can change in privacy, but donโt be surprised to see him sneaking glances at your bare body beneath the waterโs bubbly surface. Donโt be surprised when later that night you hear a suspiciously rhythmic thumping sound and muffled groans through the wall thatย your bedrooms share, the faintest wet, squelching noise accompanying them.)
And, roughly a week later when you wake up to the cups and mugs back in the cupboard and your shampoo back in the shower, youโll decide against hurting yourself anytime soon. Itโs not worth it โ not if thatโs how youโll be treated; forced to ask permission for your basic needs.
And Enji couldnโt be more pleased โ now youโll think twice about using that fork again, or anything else for that matter.
(And he can still force you into using his toothbrush โ under the guise of furthering your bond and intimacy, of course. And because heโll use it after you, savoring the feeling of the bristles against his tongue like some sort of drug.)
OVERALL DANGER:
ย 7/10
Enji isnโt necessarily dangerous, but rather inevitable.
Heโs a determined man, driven by motivation for his goals, no matter the methods he uses to get there. And once he sets his sights on you, deciding that he wants you, that he loves you, youโre certainly no different โ he will have you, and thereโs not a single thing you can do about it. Heโs a force to be reckoned with, and really, what sway do you have?
Heโs a professional hero, known in the public sphere responsible for saving more lives than you could ever hope to, and who are you? Youโre just a pretty face, a woman who happened to have the exact set of traits and physical appearance that Enji finds desirable โ you have no real way to combat him, and who would believe you, anyway? Enji is the new symbol of peace โ as far as the Commission is concerned, he can have whatever the hell he wants, and if that one thing is some civilian, then you can kiss your freedom goodbye.
But really, all things considered, Enji isnโt too terrible โ heโs trying desperately to right his wrongs, to love you in a way that prioritizes your happiness and is just better, and although youโre certainly not happy being trapped by his side, he can at least pretend like this is better.
He wants you to be his pretty little thing, to be his housewife and treat him like your devoted, loving husband. He wants you to greet him with a kiss on the lips when he comes home from work, helping him out of his jacket and asking about his day, then lead him into the clean kitchen where youโve got dinner waiting for him, then join him in the shower and then the bed, letting his hands wander to where they please, then fall asleep on his chest, letting him feel like heโs protecting you even in his sleep.
Is that really so much to ask for? Enji thinks not โ besides, isnโt that the dream for you?
All you have to do is let him take care of you, to spoil you with flowers and chocolates and jewelry and all sorts of things that make women swoon. Youโll be spoiled rotten, treated like a goddess, and all you have to do is let Enji make all the decisions for you, to let him take control of your life and your future โ itโs better this way, he promises.
This way, youโll be properly cared for, kept safe and secure and comfortable by his side. You may not see it yet, but Enji is sure this is really what you want โ youโll come around eventually, heโs sure of it.
And if you donโt? Well, at least heโs not a monster, right?
Tw: kidnapping, Feitan is awkward, why do men always look like they're in such visceral pain when they orgasm, fem reader, MDNI
I want to talk about Feitan's face when he's coming, because it's really something that needs to be discussed.
He's able to hide pretty much every sign of his pleasure when you're in bed with him - he's not letting a single noise slip past his lips, even if it pains him to keep the groan and very, very embarrassing moan that's right on the tip of his tongue from leaving.
He won't sigh and groan when he sinks into you, only biting his lip so hard he nearly draws blood because fuuuck you feel good, but he can't say anything about it without coming off as too eager, too desperate. (Or so, at least his thinks.)
He's seamless about hiding the fact that the orgasm you're working him towards will quite literally leave him breathless, the pleasure so strong and blinding and raw that he'll be seeing stars for a few minutes afterwards, even if you don't know it.
You won't know just how winded he becomes when you grind back on him, your hips moving in tandem with his while you moan and cry out for him, looking all pretty and provocative and naughty when you're wanton and shameless like this. He likes it, though - it makes him feel good, like the sex is more real, wanted, like he's doing a good, like you're actually enjoying having him touch you and love you and pound into you like a jackhammer.
But even Feitan can't hide everything - his body may only minimally jerk and his cock may only throb the smallest amount possible, but even he can't stop the way his face screws up when he comes, ecstasy written across his features because he's coming inside you, for you, because of you.
His lips - now a rosy pink because he's been biting them in his efforts to eliminate any noise - fall open, pants and uneven gasps and breaths spilling out as his head dips back, his eyes squeezing shut so tightly it almost hurts.
His eyebrows draw together tight, dark hairs twitching and quivering because he just can't keep his face still or control his expression when you feel this damn good around him.
He makes this short, airy, wonderful little gasp as the first spurts of cum shoot from his swollen, sensitive tip, and it almost looks like he's grimacing, like it's hurting him.
(It's not - trust me, it's not.)
He almost looks pretty like this, dark hair falling around his face as he tries so, so hard to not grab onto you and ground himself, to not whisper your name or hump into you for that last little fleeting bit of pressure, like some horny, crazed lunatic.
Feitan is a sight to see when he's orgasming, and as soon as the pleasure fades, he'll stare at you for just a moment, this wide, vulnerable look in his dark eyes, awe and shock and even a little bit of love swimming in their dark depths - but all too soon he's leaving the room, clutching onto the bathroom sink countertop and splashing his face with cool water because you can not see the extent to which his blush has spread down from his cheeks to his collarbone.
He's pretty when he comes, his pale skin glowing pink and his features all contorted up in pleasure, and if you were to sneak a peek at him and see this expression, he'd be embaressed.
But if you were to compliment him, to tell him he's so attractive when you're orgasming; I like the way you look... Well, you may just get to see him come again, right then and there from your compliment alone.
๏ธต เณ mdni. satoru and suguru are losing their minds trying to fit inside you at the same time
itโs the first time youโve all tried this, and the moment suguru starts pushing in alongside satoru, satoru lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.
โholy shitโ this is so tight,โ he whines, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his cock twitches hard as your pussy stretches around both of them, slick and burning. โi can feel you, suguruโoh my god, i can feel your dick rubbing against mine.โ
โshut up,โ suguru grits out, but his voice is weak, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. heโs trying to stay calm, but the way your walls flutter and squeeze around them both is driving him insane. every tiny shift makes him feel satoruโs cock sliding against his, hot and throbbing. โfuckโฆ sheโs taking us so well.โ
youโre shaking between them, stuffed full, stretched to your limit. a broken moan spills from your lips and both men groan in unison.
satoru starts moving firstโshallow, desperate little thrusts that make suguru curse under his breath. โslow down, you idiotโ ahh, shitโโ suguruโs hips jerk anyway, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat. theyโre both panting, sweat-slicked chests pressed to your body, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.
youโre still shaking from the two orgasms they pulled out of you earlier with their tongues, licking and sucking until you were sobbing and oversensitive. now every single nerve feels raw and electric. the stretch of both cocks at once is almost too much โ too intense, too full, every tiny movement sending sparks shooting up your spine.
โsheโs so fucking wet,โ satoru gasps, half-laughing, half-moaning. โiโm gonna cum so fast, this is embarrassingโโ
โme too,โ suguru admits through gritted teeth, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone. his hips snap harder, chasing the tight drag of your cunt and the filthy slide of satoruโs cock against his own. โcanโtโ canโt hold it.โ
they start moving together, messy and uncoordinated, both of them whimpering and cursing every time they thrust in at the same time. the pressure is insane. the feeling of being pressed so tightly against each other inside you is too much.
satoru comes first with a loud moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you. the moment his cock pulses, suguru follows right afterโgroaning long and low, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you too. they cum at the same time, thick and hot, both cocks twitching against each other while your pussy milks them dry.
they stay buried inside you, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together above your shoulder.
satoru lets out a weak, almost delirious laugh.
โweโre doing that againโฆ likeโฆ immediately.โ
suguru just groans, still twitching. โshut upโฆ but yeah.โ
principle 1: date a guy with glasses so you can straighten them after a makeout session!
your lips pull away from his, and for a second, the only sound is the shared, uneven breaths between you.
megumiโs glasses are completely askew, sitting crooked on his nose, one side pressed higher against his cheek while the other hangs low.
the lenses are fogged, blurring the warmth in his eyes that still linger on your face.
a laugh bubbles up from you, soft and a little breathless, as you reach up to straighten them.
your fingertips brush his skin, delicate as you adjust the frames back into place.
you nudge them up the bridge of his nose, and he stays still, letting you take your time like itโs a part of the intimacy, the way you touch him even in these small moments.
โthere,โ you murmur, inspecting your work, thumb tracing along the edge of the frame. โbetter?โ
megumi blinks, the world coming back into focus, and gives you that familiar, lopsided grin, the one that always makes your heart skip.
โmuch better,โ he replies, his voice low and soft, still thick with the closeness you just shared.
his hand slips to your waist, pulling you in again, but you canโt help the smile tugging at your lips as you teasingly push his glasses up one more time for good measure.
โjust making sure,โ you say, but before you can say more, his lips are on yours again, and this time, the glasses stay perfectly in place.
yuji and megumi passing around your panties to jerk off in เงป๊ชโหโ
it was downright filthy. disgusting, for yuji to steal his girlfriend's panties from her laundry and have his way with them.
even worseโhe shared it with his best friend.
he had been subtle with it. whenever he would come to your dorm, he'd always snag a few pairs in the pocket of his hoodie. silliest thing was, you never suspected yuji would do something so obscene. he had the face and attitude of a puppy that always needed to be coddled.
hell, let alone megumi. he didn't even seem like the type to do anything like that.
yuji would return to megumi and his shared dorm, having stuffed several pairs of your underwear in his jacket. lace ones, lingerie, thongs, the whole gist, looking like he just robbed victoria's secret. he'd give him half of what he stole before going off and doing his own.
yuji would use your panties as a gagโpartially to keep quiet, but also tasting the dried discharge in them as he pumped his dick with a tight grip. the tip, darker than the shaft, created beads of precum that dripped down into his fingers, creating a shlick-shlick-shlick that echoed in his dorm.
his grunts and groans would come vibrations with the fabric stuffed in his teeth. even so, megumi could still hear him rooms away.
he liked the thongs you had, the lace ones that were pink. you looked so good with them on, especially when you had the matching bra. these were his favorites. the way it sat perfectly in your ass got him bricked, almost hurting.
megumi, on the other hand, would stroke his dick with your panties in his grip. he liked the lace black ones, thongs didn't do much for him.
his long, pale shaft would be gripped tightly by his hands, pumping up to the tip; swell and red, precum spilling down his wrist. his moans were louder than yuji's, his way of coping with the shame of being so filthy to his best friend's girlfriend. he'd stuff his face in the pillows to cope with how loud he was.
he didn't know how he let himself get looped up in this. you were definetely attractive, that was a no-brainer. he'd never admit to yuji he had wet dreams about you sometimes, probably why he never questioned the taboo of this at all.
after about an hour or so, yuji would peek into megumi's room. he was near sleep. "you done?"
"mhm," he grumbled, throwing them across the room.
he would return it to your laundry, cum stains and all.
notepad... honestly haven't written an anime fanfiction in a while and after all gotta serve my orginal fans right hehe. Don't get me wrong I love soccer guys but my passion is fictional men.
Shigaraki was a slave to your body. Something about the curves caused him to suddenly ignore his rude and brash personality. Shigaraki found himself praising your body in his head while he spewed nothing but insults your way. Nothing about your curvy body; everything about how you are a mess for his cock only.
"Such a fucking slut." He spat out his words, laced with venom. He knew how much you loved being degraded. Even though Shigaraki hates others and would cross line to insult others, he knew where to stop.
"Ah- wait!" You blushed as you felt his gloved fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Shigaraki spit onto your cunt, chuckling lowly. He loved your folds and the way your tummy existed, so he could rest his head on it when he wasnโt fucking you good. He pulled his fingers out of your glistening cunt. It was perfect puffy lips, ready to take his cock.
"Shut it, slut." He spewed out as he turned your body to its side and lifted your chubby leg over his slim body onto his shoulder. His cock was so hard, dripping pre-cum, ready to fuck your pussy, wanting to burry himself in your beautiful folds, your form that comforted the incel. His thighs wrapped around your other leg. Right then and there, with no warning, he shoved his leaking cock into your pussy. "Fuckโฆ" He trailed off, moaning loudly.
He began to pull out slowly, then shoving himself in a harsh way, your skin slapping against his and his balls slapping against you. He needed to go fast; just the feeling of you taking him in almost made him cum inside your pussy. Holding your body gently, making sure one finger is lifted from each hand that holds you.
The position he was in made it so hard for him to pull out of your tight cunt. He loved the way you clenched on his cock, your legs shivering from each time he shoved himself into you. Moans leave your plump lips. His one hand trailed from your hip to your big breast. He loved how soft it was.
"Such a fucking slut, milking my cock, isnโt that right slut?" Shigaraki moaned; all you could let out were moans and cries as he continued to fuck you. You began to feel the knot in your lower body, your back arching, wanting him to fuck you faster, his cock hitting the right spot.
"Shiggy- fuck!" You let out breathlessly. He smirked, knowing he had your perfect body under his control, yet he himself was closer than you were. He struggled to hold back the impending orgasm he knew he was about to have. His hands could never do him justice, unlike your pussy which sucked him in and begged for his cum. Begging for him to fill you up and get you pregnant makes your already big breasts full of milky liquid that Shigaraki could drink.
With the very thought of his mouth sucking milk from your sore breast because he was fucking a baby in you, it made him cum in your walls. Shigaraki slumped with a high-pitched whimper, leaving him as he continued to thrust into your pussy that clenched on and off as you tried to get away from his thrust. Your orgasm was also washing over you suddenly.
you were the wife but spends the littlest amount of time to your husband unlike his assistant/manager who were with him almost the whole time of the day or it could be the night.
the cons of being married to a obsessive freak. hmph! you laugh to yourself at your sulking like you were a child. you were only younger by a year to your husband and here you are acting inappropriately. good thing you're in the confine of your room that you should be sharing with your husband but instead he's in the blue lock facility he wanted. full of hormonal teenage boys and one busty, beautiful female assistant coach of his.
you're not the jealous type nor have the reason to be jealous to someone that your husband with all the time. strictly professional and jinpachi only have his eyes for football and the future of it for all of japan. you love his dedication for it, although it's beyond obsessive for him that sometimes you wonder if he had forgotten that he has a wife. a wife that waits for him at his home โ who thinks about him all the time and who fantasize about him. it's been months and your friend who has taking the space of his. in the shape of a cock who have been your companion and brought you happiness than your husband could ever have.
you were starting to get delusional at this point. honeymoon phase was over and you're back to reality. you're praying to all the gods that when the next world cup happens, japan will emerge as the victor and hopefully, your husband will be back to you again. wishful thinking it was. you doubt that will happen. your husband being back to you. a world cup will surely fuel him more to strive more than he could ever be. so you stare blankly at the ceiling of your room before a random memory surfaces. giving your body a burst of energy and you were off finding what once your passion.
at the cold, hard walls of the blue lock facility surrounded with multiple monitors. ego stared at them blankly. reviewing the earlier footages of matches and brainstorming of what methods he should implement soon. the future of the japanese football rides in his shoulder. anri came earlier to get his notes for her to review and say some opinions about it.
glancing at the time and the date today, you should be calling him but instead nothing pops on the screen. perhaps you have forgotten it and he thinks he's being unfair about it. you were always the one who's making the efforts here to connect with him. your caller id pops in his screen and it took a few rings before you pick up.
there's the familiar giggles and is that a man's voice? he hears you saying goodbye to someone and there's a click of a key. your surroundings dimming after you turned off your laptop.
your face pops on the screen and judging from the position you were laying on your stomach. โhey, jin.โ you call out to him, voice chirpy and he says his usual greeting to you. โhow's everyone progress?โ you ask, referring to the hundred of teenage boys who could be the next striker of japan. ego's best creation. โa few improvements and they would be good to face the u-20 team.โ his voice stoic and his dark eyes unmoving. damn. your husband's really like this and sometimes it made you wonder that you loved this man.
you were about to say something when anri, your husband's assistant popped behind him. you try not to make it obvious to stare at her before returning your gaze at your husband. that ugly feeling creeping inside of you. jealousy sucks. you and jin had a brief talk before saying goodbye. โhave a good night, jin.โ a small smile in your lips and then you ended up the call. not waiting for his response cause it would be just that same expression of his. disinterested and stoic.
things are professional between them. you slap your forehead to stop thinking about them too but the thoughts worsen as the minutes passed by. they were like husband and wife there. sighing, there's nothing you can do about it. you look at the printed contract resting on your night table. it's probably the best to think something for yourself too.
you stack the tupperwares filled with meals that you have prepped that will last him for a good week. the meal wasn't elaborate or anything as you know that your husband isn't too fond of the diet he was forced to consume during his days as a pro. you made sure it was up to his tastes and surely he would eat and fill his stomach other than the instant yakisobas he was consuming. you frown at a thought upon looking at the food you had prepared. knowing that anri cooks for him at times. trying to coax him at eating more nutritious meals. you click your tongue in annoyance. you should be grateful that there's someone looking out for your husband when you can't but it hurts you that someone here is taking care of him.
โjin, can we talk?โ you casually brought to him. leaning in the cold hard desk. he raises a eyebrow upon noticing the tone of your voice. โwhat is it?โ his sight never leaving the multiple huge monitors where he reviews their every move and his mind running a thousand gears to plan whatever is suited for them. โi got a job offer.โ you break the news to him. twisting your wedding ring out of nervousness at his possible reaction. it certainly caught his attention. noticing the change in his demeanor you continued. โnoel called. he wants me to be the team's physiotherapist just like the days.โ
if you weren't used to your husband's gaze, you would be cowering. avoiding his gaze like he was to kill you. โdid you accept it?โ the black of his eyes are darker than what it should be. filtered by the glass of his eyeglass. it doesn't make it less intense. โi turned it down but he said that i should think about it and honestly, i want to take the offer.โ
โwhy?โ his tone cold and he's now boring holes at you.
โcause i have a career?โ you answer him unsure like you were second guessing but it's more of a sarcasm. before you married the man who is behind the blue lock project, you were a physiotherapist, renowned for your expertise at the field of rehabilitation medicine. after marrying him, you were put on hold. deciding you want to support him for the project he planned for years after retiring.
โyou're not going overseas for that.โ he reason. remaining seated to his chair and you were like put to a position similar to a child not being allowed to go outside. you scoff at him. visibly annoyed. โo-kay... but it certainly up to me.โ
arguments is a rare occurrence for the both of you. common ground is where you both stand and this one surely is starting of a big fight that neither of you anticipated. his calculation wasn't on point at this one and one slip up could blow this whole thing up. his relationship with you.
โof course it's yours but what about me? you're fine leaving me.โ it wasn't a question. it was a accusation from him to you. โof course not. do you think that i'll decide recklessly and be just fine with the result.โ you defend yourself. โand besides it, you have blue lock. you're totally immersed on it and it wouldn't be selfish of me to pursue my own career. also, noel said that it would be the best for my skills.โ
the sudden mention of his rival and once brother-in-arms brought the irritation that he had not felt for a long time. the thought of you being with noel doesn't leave a pleasant taste to his mouth. strange he may be to the emotional feelings of someone other than manipulating them at his own will. โit's the same. you're leaving me your husband for my ex-teammate.โ his tone cold and it sends a chill down your spine but it soon melted at his accusatory tone.
โwhat the hell, jin. i'm not breaking up with you to be with noel. i'm being a therapist, my career to multiple athletes that needs my expertise.โ he was pissing you off and you don't like being accused of. you understand where he's coming from. jin's controlling and he may say it or not, it was obvious that he was possessive of you which you are fine but this, him hindering you of pursuing a career of your own. he is crossing the line.
โyou don't hear me bitching and complaining about this blue project of yours!โ you snapped at him and it didn't even faze him. โi stopped my career to support you and don't you use it against me, that it's my decision cause it is! and would it kill you to support me!?โ ego's eyes narrows at you. he's standing now due to your sudden outburst.
he holds your wrist in a tight grip that you can't even pry it from him. the black irises of his eyes are like swirling within. spirals of white and black that it looks like if you stare at it, you're going to be sucked and never return. โit won't.โ his voice is sharp and there's something condescending in those. โi'm real grateful for it.โ his lips curls up in a big grin. devilish as it can be. โthe issue that i have is you flying to germany to take care of those athletes and noa. you're threading on dangerous waters here, my dear wife.โ
โleaving me is a big deal and with noa, it's a another story. he's already my rival and he won't be when it comes to you. you're not going to accept noel's proposal and that's final.โ he sternly stated and if you weren't fueled by your frustration at him, you could have given up and backed down but you're too riled up to listen to him.
โthat's your problem with him and don't make it look like i'm starting a blatant affair with him and i'm so fucking polite to shove it to your face. i just want my career while you take care of your project with your little assistant who shares your ideals with!โ oh, that was a little revelation of you being obvious to your jealousy towards anri, that poor girl but you can't help it. she was the subject of every man's wet dream and your husband is also a man who also had needs.
jealousy, it's new. ego wasn't even interested in the term jealousy. it was fickle emotion that promotes insecurity and here, your relationship and his are in a rough and rock hard place. both being controlled by this emotion and the not-so dirty laundry is being aired out. good, it can be cleared away.
he still got his iron grip on your wrist, yours grasping his shirt. none of you dared to break eye contact and if someone can see, it looks like you were both assessing each other up. finding the weakness that can be easily exploited.
the air is thick with tension and neither both of your are backing down. โdo not control my life, jinpachi.โ you snarl at him. his eyes darkens but there's a glint of challenge arises from them. โdon't act like you know anything.โ he bites back with more than tenacity. โthen let me so i can fucking know it.โ
ego have this talent for assessing someone base on their physical appearance. he knows you can be nurturing and caring not just because of your chosen career but the softness and roundness of your face. you could be also fierce and stubborn just to prove your point and this is the time that you aren't really backing down and it turns him to no end that you're showing this side of you.
the proximity isn't helping at all and for someone who loves the control, it flew the moment you were this close to him and without warning, his lips collided to yours. a small oomph. a little taken aback from the sudden initiation and it wasn't long before you're returning the kiss with much fervor.
his hand that holds your wrist pins it at your side. making it touch the cold and smooth texture of his desk. โfuck you, jin.โ your managed to slip the words in-between kisses. you can feel him smirk in the kiss.
hot it is as it was messy when you're both started to engulf each other's mouth. welcoming each other's tongues and small moans slips by as his tongue invaded yours. exploring his territory and it's been long since you both kissed like this. the low growls coming from him and the small gasps from yours, it was unreal. you almost forgot that you two are capable of intimacy.
โdon't be the impatient one, i'll thoroughly fuck you this time.โ he pants before resuming to kiss you once again. catching your tongue with his lips and sucking it that you're gasping for air but you didn't really want to and he wouldn't allow you to.
he's grabbing the back of head to deepen the kiss that even you're digging your nails in his long and sinewy arms he didn't budge. fuck him being a pro-athlete that even with his thin and slender frame, you couldn't even do more damage than you wanted. proving it was futile your hands snake to where his buttons are. almost pulling them from how rough you're trying to unbutton them and pulling the bolo tie you have given to him when he started this project of his.
annoyed at your tugging, he took this change to yank it all on his own before you're stripping him. almost shredding his own clothing but you paid it no mind. you hate him right now and he hates you for being so stubborn.
that he doesn't care that welts are rising through your skin from pulling the vest and removing it, revealing the fullness of your breast. his large hand went to cup one of them. pinching at the hardened bud perking up from the stimulation he was giving. He was also unforgiving from the way he tugs and twisting it. โfucker.โ you mutter under your breath. his other hand were on your stomach to squeeze the fat of your belly. further pushing you to his desk before slotting his body between your thighs. he was hard from the way his cock is making an indent to his boxers. his slacks already thrown away and yours was already close to being ripped along with your panties.
โit isn't a big deal, jin. i've been wanting to get back in my career and you're being an asshole about it.โ an involuntary moan plus hiss escaping your lips as he bit on the part where your pulse is located on your neck. โif i had known you're going to be an asshole about my career, i shouldn't have married you.โ of course you didn't mean it. it's the heat of the moment and you were really angry at him. however it was too late to take it back when ego's eyes are being casted by a dark shadow. pausing at whatever he was doing to you and forcefully grabbed your soft jaw. forcing you to look at him. ego remained silent, letting his dark gaze speak to you and then he snapped.
the size between yours and ego was not the problem for him to manhandle you and manipulate you in his will. sometimes you forgot that he has this strength that leaves you begging for him at days until you cried. his lanky stature and the looks that he can be easily broken by someone bigger than him puts the look can be deceiving quote proves it right. he isn't weak from how he looks and he sure did put you in the place he deemed right. you were just almost being fucked in his desk and now, you're on the floor with him above you.
the air is being repeatedly knocked out of you. your thick legs aren't strong as they got easily lifted by him with only a hand. pressing it as far it can to your chest. the fat in your belly are like rolls from being folded. โshouldn't have married me? you're too late for it or are you that desperate to leave me that you'll go such lengths. stirring trouble with my assistant...โ his voice low and he wasn't breaking a sweat from moving his hips to assault your fat pussy with his cock.
โi-i....โ you want to speak but from the way he's pounding to you. hitting that soft spot inside your pussy doesn't allowed you to speak in a complete manner. noticing that you want to speak he gave what little mercy. slowing his thrusts to you. โlet's hear what you're going to say...โ he darkly chuckles at you.
glaring at him, you managed to get air and spoke, โi admit i was jealous but i'm not going to ruin this marriage, our marriage. all i want is a career. a job where i'm needed. admit it or not, you're just scared of me being with noa.โ you reasoned out to him but ego was having none of it. he got back to his fast pace of destroying your pussy. โscared?โ he cocks his head to the side licking his lips. staring down at you. โthere's no reason for me to be scared when i won't let you leave for him. you're mine. no other man will touch you besides me.โ a sadistic smile in his face and you hate him for it. he's totally mad about you.
โi fucking hate you.โ you say but you responds to his very touch. moaning when he touches you and gasps when he kisses you and for once, you really want to accept his reasonings and give in. you were also getting close. damn ego and his cock. he's making up all the time of the months he hasn't been close to you. it almost feels like he's trying to knock you up. you squirmed at the realization. he can't do that to you and it was too late for you. it was already his plan a few minutes ago.
โdon't you dare fucking come inside me, ego.โ you harshly snapped at him. the threat wasn't anything for him to be afraid and he took it as a way to annoy you. โor what? not your safe day, eh? i'm going to knock you up with my brat out of spite that you won't even think about leaving me.โ a smirk blooming in his face as he snaps his hips much faster that you can only whine and scrape your nails in his back in retaliation. he hisses at the sting of your nails. the open wound being covered with his sweat. the sudden tightness of your fat pussy is driving him to the edge.
โdon't you dare!โ you warn him but your pussy involuntarily wraps around his cock tighter like your body is telling you that it wants him. he paid it no mind as your orgasm came bursting his own following. ensuring his cock is buried to the hilt as he released his cum. his cock pumping you of his potent seed.
he stays inside you for a few minutes until you two have calmed to your highs. โi really fucking hate you.โ your eyes teary as you angrily glares at him in which your husband just smirks at you. โi know but it's fine that you're staying here with me. the right place you belong, mrs. ego.โ that statement made you hate him more.
it looks like noel noa isn't going to get an answer from you soon.
๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : you introduce your boyfriends as your friend.
It was clear that you did it on purpose as ๊ฐ ๐๐๐๐ช๐ข๐ ๊ฑ and you approached Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji.
You smiled sweetly and rested your hand on Megumiโs arm. โThis is my friend Megumi.โ You declared like there was any need to.
The silence stretched painfully.
Megumi blinked once, then twice. His brain fully short-circuited. Friend? FRIEND?
His hand tightened around your waist without him realizing it. Just a friend? Heโd held you while you slept. He kissed your lips goodnight, and in the morning. He stood between you and curses without thinking.
Gojoโs eyes lit up mischievously. โFriend, huh?โ
Megumiโs cheeks flared red. โWeโreโโ he stopped as his jaw clenched painfully.
He hated talking about private matters. He hated the attention. But the word friend sat uncomfortably wrong in his chest. You looked up at him innocently.
He leaned down, forehead resting against yours, as he spoke quite annoyed. โDonโt do that.โ
โDo what?โ You teased.
โThat.โ He pressed a quick, possessive kiss to your lips. โIโm not your friend.โ
Yuji gasped. Nobara cheered. Gojo cackled. Megumi glared at all of them before his expression softened when you smiled at him.
Friend? Yeah. No.
You introduced him with a straight face. โThis is Aiku. Just a friend.โ
๊ฐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ช ๊ฑ froze mid-stretch and almost fell on his ass.
Just a friend? The captain of Japanโs defense? The man who had his arm draped around your waist each night? Who kissed you deeply before every match for good luck?
His eye twitched as he smiled dangerously slow, and amused. โFriend?โ He repeated smoothly.
The team watched curiously how this would play out. You kept your perfectly sweet expression.
Aikuโs hand slid down your back, possessive and unapologetic. โDidnโt know friends did all that.โ
โDid what?โ You asked innocently.
He knew you were testing him, and heโd gladly give a statement. He grabbed you harshly and devoured your mouth hungrily.
โIโm fine with jokes,โ he murmured against your lips. โBut donโt downplay me.โ
The team whistled. Someone shouted for you to get a room. Others gagged playfully.
Aiku straightened, arm still around you. โSheโs mine,โ he said casually. โSheโs my girlfriend and Iโm her boyfriend.โ Your heart melted as his eyes filled with warmth and love. A look that wonโt quite match his words. โTonight Iโll put you through the mattress for this.โ
Friend? Not even close.
You said it lightly, without thinking twice. โOh, him? Heโs a great friend.โ
๊ฐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๊ฑ froze. His smile fell off his face so fast it was almost funny.
Just a friend?
He had fought for you. He had patched you up. You sat shoulder to shoulder with him after missions where he shared quiet moments he didnโt share with anyone. He just kissed you five minutes ago in your room.
Friend?
โHuh?โ he blurted out a little too loud. โFriend?โ
You shrugged, grinning. โYeah.โ
He didnโt quite didnโt catch the tease yet and started to panic visibly. His voice wavered. โWait! No noโฆ Thatโs not right!โ
Rudo watched confused while Enjin snickered into his elbow.
Zanka stepped forward and grabbed your hand, heart in his throat. โIโm not a friend.โ You looked up at him expectantly. โIโm her boyfriend,โ he said firmer now. โSheโsโฆ sheโs very important to me.โ
His ears turned an adorable shade of pink and his grip was tightly and desperately.
You laughed softly and squeezed his hand back. โOkay, okay. I was kidding.โ
He exhaled so hard it was ridiculous. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. โDonโt scare me like that,โ he mumbled. โIโve gotta be something to you.โ
โYou mean everything, Zanka.โ You kissed his lips softly and Enjin cheered.
Friend? Way more than a friend.
You didnโt think much of it when you said it. โTomura? Yeah, heโs a good leader and friend.โ
The room felt wrong immediately. ๊ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ ๊ฑ stopped moving, and the constant scratching at his neck paused. Still his fingers hovered there, trembling.
Friend?
His vermillion eyes slid to you too slowly, like a snake before snapping. โwhat.โ
It was a warning spoke like a question.
The league went quiet. Even Toga held her breath while Dabiโs cigarette hung forgotten in the corner of his mouth. You could feel the shift in air - the way Shigarakiโs presence turned heavy and dangerous.
โYouโre kidding,โ he said flatly. โRight.โ
You smiled playfully. โWhat? Weโre friends.โ
His hand shot out and four fingers curled possessively around your wrist. His thumb dug into your skin like he planned on leaving his mark on you. Again.
โFriends donโt sleep in my bed,โ he muttered. โDonโt touch me like you do.โ His face pressed into your neck and he inhaled you greedily. โYouโre mine.โ
The word friend sounded like an insult on his tongue.
When you laughed and admitted you were joking, his shoulders relaxed a little. But his voice sounded still dangerous, and so raw.
โDonโt do that again,โ he said. โDonโt make them think they had any chance with you. Youโre mine.โ
