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May 16

More incest Enji pls

Other Mother.

Enji Todoroki X Little Sister! Reader

A/N: this is a little more fucked up than what i usually write, with a lot more angst and feelings. i hope you enjoy! reblogs + comments are always appreciated :)

Tags: child abuse, canon typical violence, incest (brother-sister), age gap (50s-30s), rape/non-con, domestic abuse, angst, plot heavy, eventual smut, p in v, breeding, mentions of csa/cocsa, not proofread

Wordcount: 4.8k

You loved your niece and nephews. In your mind, when the sun rose, it rose for them. You were ecstatic to find out you were to be an aunt, and when three more children came along, you could not have been happier.

But you knew what kind of man your brother was.

Enji had always been rough around his edges, his passion not trimmed down quite enough to fit society's standards. He was driven, yes, and you admired your big brother very much for that, but he was jaded and strict. He had always been that way, even when you two were young. What he lacked in tenderness, he made up for in strength and loyalty, but you knew very well that wasn't enough to raise children with.

As much as it hurt you to think about, you knew something bad would happen. Your fears were confirmed when you flew in for one of the kid's birthdays. With gifts for all of the little ones flooding your arms, you tapped the front door of Enji's home with your foot.

Shoto, your secret favorite, opened it for you. He was such a sweet boy, the youngest but so mature. You remembered when he was just a baby—silent as a rock with the smallest hint of a smile on his face when you got your turn to hold him. You could only make out the top of his head, blinded by the boxes you held, but you knew that hair anywhere.

"Hello, sweetheart," you cooed, feeling the boy hug your leg. It was a gentle embrace, as if he were trying his very best to be nonchalant. Only five and still so blasé, you thought. "Help auntie to the kitchen, will you?"

A tiny, monotone chirp followed. "Yes, ma'am."

God, your brother was loaded. You never brought it up, of course, that would be in bad taste, but being a Pro-Hero looked like it had its perks. You had never seen such a nice house, it amazed you every time you visited. Enji offered many a time to move you in, said there was too many empty rooms anyways. You always denied him, but damn, it was a marvel.

You placed the gifts on the table and mulled through them, finding a smaller box with Shoto's name written on it.

"And this is for you," you said, turning around to face him.

You paused mid-crouch, right on his level. Around one of his eyes was a large, red burn mark. It looked to be somewhat new, only starting to heal along the sides, still fresh closest to his eye. You struggled for a moment, seeing how calm his little face was. Before you could say anything, he snagged the box and opened it.

"Woah," he said, slipping the watch on. "I can't read it."

You held back a snort and patted his head, his deadpan delivery calming you down a little bit. "Don't worry, auntie will teach you how. Why don't you go find your brothers and sisters and tell them I'm here?"

"Yes, Shoto. Bring everyone here," a deep, growling voice said. If you weren't so familiar with it, it would have scared you.

You had not seen Enji for a few years, maybe two. He was the same for the most part, a few battle scars added here, hint of grey in his hair there. Still your big brother, though, even if you had some serious questions for him.

"Enji! Thank you for the invitation! I cannot believe my Fuyumi is ten, she's growing up much too fast, hm?"

"Hm." His arms, thick with coarse muscle, crossed over his broad chest. "She's been waiting for you all week."

"Because I'm her favorite, of course."

"Finicky child, her favorite is whoever brings the best gift," he said, rolling his eyes.

You gave your brother a shove, unknowingly something only you could do without consequence, "So I will remain her favorite, then!"

For a second, everything felt normal. Like you two were kids again, like you never left home. You swore you could see the faintest smirk crawl over his face, if you squinted it was there. Your big brother, always so secretive with his joy, as if someone could snatch it away in a heartbeat.

"I've missed y—"

You were cut off by a tug at your skirt. Shoto stood silently beside your leg, fiddling with the watch strapped around his wrist. Somewhere upstairs, loud footsteps thundered down the hall followed by Natsuo shouting something incomprehensible. Fuyumi’s sharper voice cut through after him, trying and failing to maintain order.

This, too, felt normal. Felt right. Until you looked down again at Shoto and saw that jarring scar. Your stomach twisted.

Children got hurt, of course. They were careless little beings, always getting scraped up and knicked. Not like this, though. The skin was swollen and red, uneven in a way that stretched from the corner of his eye to his squishy cheek. No child could accidentally get hurt like this.

Shoto acted like it was nothing, like the burn's presence was not strange or painful. That worried you most.

Before you could say something, which you desperately ached to, tiny footsteps made their way down the stairs.

"Ah! My babies!" You held your arms open, ready to catch all three stragglers.

First, Natsuo, jumping into your arms, littering your forehead and eyes with kisses, then exiting just as quickly to dig through the gifts you left on the table. Silly boy.

Fuyumi was clearly the most excited, as she nearly knocked you over with her embrace. You picked her up and gave her a twirl.

"How is my favorite girl in the whole, wide world?" you asked, smoothing out her hair.

She rambled something about how much she missed you, and how she cleaned her room specifically for your visit, and if you wanted to see it, and, and and—

"Yes, yes, that all sounds amazing, 'Yumi. Why don't you go scope out the presents with your brother? I think you'll like auntie's gift."

With the promise of that, she ran off. Only Touya remained, standing a little further back. He was your first little baby, he held such a special place in your heart, but now, he looked so different. It worried you, too.

He looked thinner, weaker. Little white streaks shined through in his red hair. Dark circles under his eyes, nothing like you had ever seen in a child. He smiled when he saw you, a gave a little wave.

You mouthed a greeting to him, able to tell his wasn't in a mood to talk. "Hello, sweetheart." He nodded and joined the others in the kitchen, dragging Shoto with him.

"Enji, I—"

"Not now," he said, almost brutal in his finality.

You blinked up at him, feeling your chest grow heavy and worried.

"Fine."

Fuyumi was such a lovely girl, and it filled your heart knowing how much she loved her party. She was so grateful for everything, the cake, the streamers, the presents. What made you happiest though, was her little hug before she went to bed.

"You gave the best gift, auntie," she said in a sleepy voice, holding onto you snuggly.

You chuckled and patted her head. "You liked the dollhouse, sweetheart? I knew you would."

"Not that," she yawned, tugging your sweater. "You were the gift. You came to my party, that was the best part. Maybe you can stay for longer? Please?"

Your heart melted into a little puddle at that, and you gave her squeeze. "Maybe I can," you said, sending her to bed with a kiss atop her head.

You watched her patter up the stairs, growing up so fast but still so little. All of them, really. Part of you hated how you had all ready missed so much of their lives. You were grateful to slip into the important moments, but still.

"They always ask about you, you know," your brother said, sliding behind you.

His body was warm, like a hug. Sometimes it teetered on hot and boiling, though, like a flame you cannot extinguish. For now, it was comforting.

You turned around with a hum, looking up at him. "I know. Don't think I don't miss them too."

He gave a huff. "If you miss them so much, why don't you move back here. You have no business in America anyways. Why you left, I can't figure out."

"I just needed something different, Enji. I told you before, this is not my home anymore. I'm happy." You poked his chest, hissing when you felt how firm it was. "We can't all be heroes," you teased. "Some of us have to find other paths. This is mine."

"It doesn't have to be. Life could be so simple for you, but you're so damn stubborn. It's safer here, and the kids love you. I'm asking you to come home, so why won't you?"

"You cannot have everything you want, Enji. I'm not a little girl you can boss around anymore, you know that, right?" again, teasing him.

He grumbled something under his breath about insolence and your stubbornness. An undercurrent of silence passed over the two of you, which was comforting at first, until you remembered Shoto's face. And Touya's eyes. And the flinching and shaking.

"What happened to his face?" you asked, crossing your arms around your chest.

Enji did not answer at first. His demeanor shifted, growing protective and callous. You knew it all too well: big brother guarding himself and shutting others out. Big and strong but not tough enough to have a real conversation. That's your Enji.

"It was an accident," he finally said.

You stared at him blankly. "And?"

His jaw clenched, swiping his teeth with his tongue in one broad stroke. "Rei lost control."

That made your anger hesitate for a moment, staggering behind. "What?"

"She burned him. She threw a kettle at him." His words came out short and mechanical, like he had repeated them too many times. They wore thin and inpatient. You wondered how many times he had to explain that, how many ways the explanation had been played and replayed. It made you feel sick.

You blinked hard. “Rei did that? She would never—”

“She did.” His voice sharpened. “I saw it myself.”

Gentle Rei, who wiped the children's mouths after every meal and kissed scraped knees and apologized to furniture when she bumped into it.

Rei, who spoke so softly that people had to lean in to hear her.

Rei, who begged you to take a seat after flying in to watch her give birth, saying how exhausted you must be all while she suffered contractions.

Your mind struggled to fit the image together. Then another thought came creeping in behind it, cold and ugly.

What had to happen for sweet, gentle Rei to reach that point?

Your eyes narrowed at your big brother, scanning over him with a mixture of disgust, anger, and exhaustion.

"What did you do?" you demanded pointedly.

His eyes narrowed immediately, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. What did you do?"

"I did nothing."

"Enji." You had never spoken like this to anyone, let alone your brother. Your tone was splattered with anger—more than anger. The deepest fury and heartbreak you had ever felt.

Flames crackled faintly around his shoulders. Reflexive irritation. You remembered that from childhood too. Every time you duh through his private belongings or teased him too much, those little flames would ignite around his body, a physical warning of his anger to come.

“She's not sane,” he said. “The pressure became too much for her.”

"The pressure," you repeated.

"Yes."

"And who would be applying that pressure?" He went silent. Oh, God. "Please, no." You rubbed a hand over your mouth, exhausted. “What are you doing to that boy?"

“He has exceptional potential.”

“He is five," you said, tears welling in your eyes. "For God's sake, he's still a baby. He can't even read a watch, Enji!"

“He understands what is expected of him.”

“No,” you snapped. “Don't say that, you know very well that isn't true. He only understands what happens if he disappoints you, and telling by his face—" you broke into a sob, shoving your brother again, pushing against his chest with each word, "—he has good reason to be afraid."

He grabbed your wrist. Firm, but not tight. The room went deathly still. When you looked up at him with your teary eyes, you saw the Number Two Hero instead of your older brother. Towering, angry, and unmovable.

You knew your brother, though. You had known him since he was an angry little boy, throwing punches at walls because the world wouldn't hand him success. You saw every side of him, and you feared none of them. So you stepped closer to him, and got as much in his face as you could for someone much shorter.

"Every time you speak, he flinches. He shakes. Why?"

Enji faltered for a second, still keeping his grip on your wrist. "He's disciplined. There's nothing wrong with that."

"That baby is terrified and I don't blame him one bit!"

"My son is not afraid of me," Enji said, the flames around him sputtering hotter.

"Oh, he is. He's so afraid, so scared of you, but you know what?" You ripped your hand out of his grip and gave him a smack, harder than you intended. "I'm not. Never once have I been afraid of you! Do something, Enji. Get angry!"

He growled but kept his hands planted firmly at his sides. "You do not understand what it takes—”

“To do what?” you interrupted, eyes wide. “Create the perfect hero? Is that what this is?"

You let his silence be his answer.

"This is wrong," you said, quietly at first, but your voice rose. "Wrong and you know it!"

He cupped his hand over your mouth, "Quiet! What is wrong with you?!"

"How can you ask me that?" you screeched again, letting your smaller fists bang at his chest. "Hit me. If you want to hurt someone so bad, hurt me, but I'll be damned," you said through another sob, "if I let you act like that with them. That's not right, Enji, you know it's not."

You expected him to do something, to hit you. Burn you. Shove you away. Instead, he took you in his arms, letting you smack at him as your hits got weaker and weaker. You cried into your big brother's chest, sobs being silenced by the thick layer of muscle on him.

"I love you," he said, softly, face still hardened and stubborn.

Your hands slowly stilled against his chest.

The words should not have shocked you, but Enji had never been good at saying them. You knew he loved you, in his own clumsy, overbearing way, he always had.

He was the one who carried you home on his back after you scraped your knees as a child. The one who let you sleep in his bed for weeks after you watched a scary movie with your friends. The one who threatened your cheating high school boyfriend so badly that the guy almost pissed himself.

Enji loved hard and that was part of the problem.

You sniffled against him, fingers bunching into the fabric of his shirt. “Then why are you acting like this?”

He, of course, did not answer.

Your brother rested his chin atop your head with a tired exhale, his arms heavy around you. You hated how familiar it felt. Hated how easy it would be to sink into his arms and forget the horror sitting upstairs in four matching little bedrooms.

“I don't know how to do this,” he admitted quietly. "Not alone."

That made you freeze.

Enji Todoroki did not admit weakness. Not to anyone.

"You have Rei. You aren't alone unless you want to be. Confide it her, treat her like a co-parent," you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"She's been admitted." He cleared his throat. "She's in a mental facility, and she will not be leaving. She wasn't safe, not after the accident."

Part of you was angry that your brute of a brother thought he had the right to call anyone unsafe, but you swallowed it down.

"Oh."

You wiped your face roughly with your sleeve and stepped away from your brother completely. The loss of his warmth felt immediate.

“You need to stop training Shoto.”

“No.” The answer came instantly.

You huffed once in disbelief, tears threatening again. “No—?"

“He is special.”

"They are all special," you said sharply. "You do not pick one child and pour everything into them, good or bad. Fuyumi and Natsuo act like they're responsible for everyone's feelings, and Touya is starving for your approval. Even with the attention, Shoto is terrified of you! None of this is right!"

He jaw ticked so tight that he teeth started to grind against each other.

"I need you here."

You sighed. "I cannot stay."

In the most humble display you had ever seen out of your prideful, angry, egotistic brother, he kneeled. Shrinking himself before you, he got on one knee and looked up at you.

"I need your help. I need you to stay. The kids, too. I cannot trust myself without you here. What do you want from me? Money? I can pay," he said, starting to ramble, "whatever you want. You just can't leave."

Ah, shit.

You loved being around the kids more, and Fuyumi was especially excited when you decided to extend you visit indefinitely. Thankfully, none of them had heard your, well, difficult conversation with their father the previous night.

Things were actually pretty smooth your first few days living with your brother. He already had a room prepared for you, strangely enough. Perhaps he had it in case you ever changed your mind about moving, which he always hoped you would. It was nice, likely one of the bigger rooms in the house. There were tokens of your childhood splattered about, pictures and awards and whatnot.

One of the first things you wanted to do was look for a job. Enji quickly shut that down.

"Your job is to stay home," he said over breakfast, sipping his coffee and waving the thought away. "The fact that you would even ask is mind-boggling."

"It doesn't feel right to stay here for free, Enji. I'm not a leech."

"You aren't," he agreed. "You are family."

So, instead, your days were filled with keeping up with the children. You played games with them, something no adult had ever done. Natsuo was shocked the first time you asked to join him in the backyard.

You told them stories about your childhood, what it was like as a young girl. You gave them the opportunity to hear about their father is a positive light, to feel something other than fear towards him, even if only in stories.

You tried to break the barrier between Touya and the rest of the family, but at fourteen, the boy was all ready hurt by the world and unwilling to open up. He did, however, show his love in his own way. Much like his father, he struggled showing his emotions, but every once in a while, a sticky note would find its way onto your door with a little heart and a "T" scribbled on it. Little crooked doodles in blue ink. Sometimes accompanied by things Touya thought you might like.

'Saw this flower outside, you should have it.' —T

'Natsuo stole the last popsicle again >:(' —T

Or, your personal favorite: 'You cook much better than Dad does.' —T

You kept every single note in the top drawer of your bedside table. One evening, when you were helping Fuyumi braid her hair before bed, you caught him lingering in the hallway outside your room.

“You alright?” you asked softly.

He shrugged.

Then, after a long pause: “Do you read them?”

“The notes?” You smiled. “Of course I do.”

He looked away so quickly that it almost gave you whiplash. “Oh.” That was all he said before disappearing down the hallway, ears faintly pink.

It broke your heart that such a little hint of approval could make him so flustered and happy. You were grateful to at least be the one to give it to him.

The children slowly changed with your presence. Natsuo became louder and more easily excited. Fuyumi laughed more freely and made mistakes that kids were supposed to make. Even Shoto started lingering close to your side like a shadow, silently handing you books to read to him or sitting beside you while you folded laundry. He never asked for affection directly, but every time you opened your arms for him, he climbed into them.

They were... happy. They were able to be kids, for once in their lives, without correction or sternness. The only problem with the kids was a hard one to tackle. They had taken to calling you "mom." It was a cute slip up from Shoto at first, and the poor boy was so embarrassed after.

"No, don't read that one," he whined softly, pushing a book out of your hands during story time. "Read this one, mommy!"

You paused for a moment, taking the book. "Ah—?"

His little face went red, flushed with humiliation. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I meant auntie, n—not mommy," he said, tripping over his words as he tried to explain himself.

"Shh, it's okay, I understand. Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart."

Unfortunately, he and all of his siblings took your understanding as permission.

"Mommy, will you brush my hair?" from Fuyumi.

"Mom, Touya won't share!" from Natsuo.

"I found this for you. Hope you like it, mom." from Touya behind your door, slipping a pretty rock under the crack.

It was all very sweet, and you didn't mind completely, but it just wasn't right. You weren't there to replace their mom, that wasn't your goal at all! Rei was a good mother, despite all her mistakes, and it would break your heart if the children forgot about her.

You couldn't tell them no, either, though. They were just so comfortable around you! The house felt less empty with you in it, and Enji...

Well, he watched. Not in a strange way, at first. He just liked having you around. You were his baby sister after all, and you made the house so much softer with just your presence.

You noticed his behavior, but tried to write it off. Probably just happy to have a little help, you thought. Still, it ate at you.

His eyes following you from across the dinner table while you laughed with the children. You swore you caught his eyes dipping down your shirt as you plated everyone's food.

The way he would pause in doorways when you were reading aloud to Shoto in the living room, remaining completely silent for several minutes before continuing on his way.

Sometimes you would look up while gardening outside and find him standing at the window, already looking at you.

It wasn't creepy, per se, just intense. Everything about the man was intense, but intense turned into weird very quickly.

You mentioned offhandedly over dinner how the pillows in your room were too firm. When you returned home the next day, you were met with an entirely new mattress with softer pillows.

Fuyumi asked if there was anything you missed about America, and when you told her about a candy you used to love, your nightstand was full of it the next day.

One afternoon, you stared too long at a dress in a storefront window while taking Shoto into town. It appeared hanging in your closet two days later. With matching shoes.

You confronted Enji immediately, horrified.

“Why would you spend so much on this?!”

He barely looked up from his paperwork. “If you like something, you should have it.”

“That isn't the point at all! That is so irresponsible," you said, urging him to return it.

"I took you from the life you wanted, and I want to give you the life you deserve as an apology. If you want something," he repeated, "you will have it."

You gave in and accepted the gift, because what exactly were you supposed to say to that? It wasn't malicious, just Enji. Too much of Enji. The ease of your life was starting to creep down your back. Everything was handed to you, which sounded like a dream, until you realized that someone had to be pulling the strings.

One night, you creeped down the stairs, unable to sleep. The house was dark, but peaceful. You nearly screamed when you found Enji sitting alone in the living room.

He was still dressed in his hero uniform, massive frame slumped against the couch. The television played muted in front of him, though he clearly was not watching it.

He looked exhausted. Empty.

“You're awake,” he said quietly.

“So are you,” you replied, clutching your robe tighter. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry.”

You hesitated before sitting beside him. For a while, neither of you spoke. A comfortable silence, with only a hint of anxiety lingering in the air.

“You're happier here,” he said eventually.

You glanced at him. “What?”

“You smile more.”

Your chest tightened. "I like being with the kids. I really did miss them. It's nice."

His gaze lingered on your face for a second too long. “It's more than that.”

You laughed nervously and nudged his arm. “You sound creepy when you say things like that.”

“I mean it.” Enji leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. Even sitting down, he was enormous. “You belong here,” he said.

You tried to brush it off. “I can't stay forever."

“In America, nobody takes care of you.”

“I take care of myself just fine," you said, trying to reassure both him and yourself.

“You shouldn't have to.”

You suddenly remembered the room he already had prepared for you before you arrived. The clothes in your closet. The way he refused to let you work. How quickly the children had attached themselves to you. How every part of this house seemed to be made specifically for your comfort, as if a space had already been carved out for you before you agreed to stay.

Enji finally looked at you again. Softly, he said, "I knew you'd come back eventually, now we can start over."

You jumped up quickly as Enji slipped his uniform off. "What are you doing?!"

"It's not too late to start over. I can do better this time, since you're here. We can all start over."

"I knew it wouldn't work with Rei," Enji said breaking the kiss. Your lips were bleeding now and swollen. "She wasn't made to handle it. She shattered, wasn't good for the children, but you're perfect."

He had been like this for hours, silencing your sobs with kisses or his fingers, all while he mumbled into your ears.

"I only wish they were really your kids. Shoulda never let you leave, I had plans for us." He shoved his tongue into your mouth again, forcing your tongue to intertwine with his before he fucked into your throat, feeling every inch of your mouth.

There was no possible escape. His body was big, bigger than you remembered. Years of strength training and hero work made him too toned and heavy to wriggle out from.

You moaned, using your fists to hit his back and get him off of you, but it was futile. For as much stamina as he had, you could tell he was starting to get tired. Maybe just a few more minutes and he would be done. If you could take it for just a bit longer, maybe—

"Was always supposed to be you. But we have another chance now, my love. Can make it right and give you more kids."

Your cunt betrayed you and squelched against him, gushing with each of his thrusts.

"Oh, you like that idea, huh? Wanna be full of my babies, stay home pregnant and barefoot forever?"

"No," you whined, tears streaming down your face.

"C'mon," he said through a deep groan, letting his pace get sloppy, "don't lie to me. You think I don't know you love this?"

He groped your belly with one hand and pushed your leg up with the other. He was too deep, pummeling against your cervix like a man crazed.

"Besides, you weren't complaining when we were younger. Comin' into my room at night and touchin' me, bringing home random guys. You were asking for your big brother's cock then. Still want it now?"

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