Pity the Flowers:POVs Endeavor x femreader!

pov: extreme highs and crippling lows with Endeavor

pov: extreme highs and crippling lows with Endeavor

warning: abuse, emotional blackmail, mature themes (minors do not interact)

the dark trinity: angst, nsfw, fluff

disclaimer: i do not condone nor glamorize abuse. this is written for the sake of fiction and the only intent is to entertain

advisement: listen to the song while reading for full immersion

but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind
-Rihanna, love the way you lie pt.2

"Where did you get this one?" You trace the scar on his chest; it was a deep gash and it looked like it wasn't stitched but stapled before healing instead.

"Freak accident." Enji replies, eyes closed. He wasn't sleepy but loathed to admit, he doesn't know what to do with himself when he stares at you because sometimes he'd catch himself lifting a hand to caress your cheek just because. It unnerved him that he wanted to touch you for the sake of touching you instead of preparing for you to take him. That's how he initially perceives affectionate gestures, they're a premise to physical intimacy. But now, his experiences tell him these gestures were simply-

You impulsively kiss the scar and his heart jumps, and beats too fast for his liking. His trail of thought broken. Eyes snapped open. His hands grip your waist, hoisting you up to sit on his stomach. You feel him poking at you. You feel your heart sink. You attempt to raise your hips, a hand on his cock.

"No." said Enji, voice raspy.

You stared at him confused. What now.

He makes up an excuse that suits him, one that could keep making her kiss his scars. Something so innocent like peck on his lips and a shower of kisses, who knew it could be so bedeviled. "Don't you want to ask more about the scars?"

Oh, he wants to brag. You thought. You indulge him. Kisses. Even the spots with no scars. As long as it makes his breath hitch. When he takes you again, you wonder why that wasn't so bad. Why you didn't feel sick afterwards. Why you slept soundly in his arms, a hand cupping your breast. The blizzard howling inside you quiets down the rage as you felt Enji's warmth.
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and it's sick that all these battles were all that keep me satisfied

"Negative." His voice laced with disappointment and fury. He hits you with the back of his hand out of nowhere. "Were you taking pills again?"

How would you even buy them when he has you under surveillance ever since he found out about them? Still, you stay silent. Make him think you had a way. Drive him mad.

"Let me remind you wife, that I own you. All of you. And I want you to give me a child I desire. If you can't ... I can always buy the other Himura daughter." His voice laced with venom.

"Don't you dare!!" You trembled. "Fuck you, Enji! Leave my sister alone!!"

"Pity, she wouldn't get to keep my last name with you being my wife but she'll be a pretty mistress." This time he smirked, crossing his arms. He knew where to hit you. "Ah, wouldn't that make you happy? You'll keep each other company."

You lunge at him, shoved him but of course his body wouldn't budge. Your fists hit his chest and he smiles down at you. Damn Enji. Fuck Enji. You stand on your tiptoes and tugs his collar down to make him kiss you. There was no love there. It was all twisted hatred. Bites. Taste of iron. Teeth. And fuck, you open your eyes in a haze. You didn't even notice how he had your legs wrapped around his waist. This was madness. You'll fuck his brains out but still, you pray you wouldn't get pregnant. Not yet anyway. Not when he's obsessed with All Might.