Pity the Flowers:POVs Endeavor x femreader!

Extra pov: another 10 things with Enji

AN:
these are conversations after reader woke up that I made up in my head coz I miss writing Enji. so PROMPTS.

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#01 - paranoid

You examined the small, double-barrelled pistol, then observed wryly, "It's unloaded."

"I know." He grinned and then took the weapon from you. "Do you know how to use one of these things?"

"It doesn't work unloaded, that much I know."

Ignoring your quip, he began to slip the brass cartridges into the chamber. "Pay close attention," he admonished. "This little lever on the side is a safety and will prevent an accident."

"You do remember I have a quirk, right? Or has it been lost on you why you married me in the first place?"

Enji slapped the chamber shut and looked on at a wildflower in the garden before meeting your inquisitive stare. "Indulge me."

#02 - Final

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

You smiled at his question. "Sometimes."

"You're beautiful."

"Enji." You say in a warning tone.

"What?"

"I haven't recovered from my coma. I don't exactly look-"

"You're beautiful." He says with such finality in his tone.

You roll your eyes but you have a smile on your lips. "Have I ever told you that I find you handsome?"

"Find me? I am handsome, dear wife."

#03 - Numb

Natsuo scrunched his nose in disgust, and Fuyumi looked away politely. Touya however, had to ruin it. "Barf."

Enji looked at his kids, deadpanned. "My lips were numb from the cold."

You hit his shoulder in embarrassment. Getting caught by your kids kissing when you're in your late 40s was something. And just to annoy his sons even further, Enji kissed you more soundly and longer the second time.

He sports his stoic face as he turned to his kids and declared, "Suck it."

#04 - Lose

Their father was in the midst of his tirade, lecturing the three about irresponsibility. Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea to whisk you away for a spontaneous road trip and you ended up missing your doctor's appointment.

To their amazement, their father who seemed large and intimidating when ranting seemed to deflate at a small touch on his elbow.

Fuyumi inwardly squealed at the transformation. Ever the romantic.

Natsuo and Touya shared a look, having the same thought. 'So much possibilities.'

You will lose count on how many times Natsuo and Touya will be using your name to cut Enji's lectures short.

#05 - Wings

The fluttering in his stomach doesn't cease. Some days it is muted sure, that comes with the longevity of marriage but it doesn't leave.

He is accosted by the feeling once more as you turned your back to him and asked him to put the hairpin on your head.

#06 - Abstinence

Contemplating your flushed cheeks, he guided the pendant back into its soft crevice, and with lavish care, straightened the chain around your neck. You remained pliant beneath his robing hand, meeting his expectant gaze with a cool smile of mild amusement.

"You know what the doctor said..." Your breath nearly halted as his hand wandered downward over your breast and came to rest possessively on your hip. You raised an innocent brow at him. "Enji."

"I wonder," he mused aloud, "if I should become a monk with how great my will is."

You laughed with velvety softness, recalling to Enji's mind a burning vision of you naked in his arms.

#07 - Wasteful

"Ah, I presume this is your wife," the a store manager chortled. "You won't believe what your husband has ordered for you, ma'am. The very best! Absolutely!"

"Really?" You shoot a quizzical look towards your suddenly stoical husband.

"Oh, yes indeed, Mrs. Todoroki." the man bubbled. Half-facing the Flame Hero, he gestured to th case. "With your permission, Mr. Todoroki."

Enji gave a curt nod, and the portly man eagerly unstrapped the coffret. With an air of suspense gleaming in his eyes, he slowly lifted the lid of the case to display the contents before you.

Stunned amazement swept over you, for there, arranged on dark velvet, was a small collection of precious jewelry. Long strands of pearls, an emerald necklace, earrings to match, and a cluster of large diamonds mounted in an intricately worked gold pendant, with brilliant teardrop earrings placed beside it.

Enji came to sit beside you and reached down to inspect the pieces.

"Everything's perfect, sir," the jolly jeweler beamed. "Will the madam try it on?"

You stubbornly turned to face him, eyes defiant at the unnecessary extravagance. He leaned over your shoulder and secured the latch, and for a moment you were overwhelmingly aware of his loosely encircling arms and his hard, furred chest hidden in his shirt.

"Beautiful." Enji murmured in appreciation, hardly glancing at the pendant.

#08 - Lack

"And this! I want to see you in this!" This last garment he laid with more care on the bed was deep red wrap dress, and jabbed a commanding finger at it.

You had regained your composure and struck a motherlode of stubbornness at least as rich as his. You left the garments at your feet, and though no word passed your lips, the look in your eyes as you silently met his gaze was pure mutiny. Maybe you were blowing this out of proportion but Enji DOES NOT get to choose what you wear. Your low self-esteem is also speaking. Ever since your recuperation, you avoided looking at the mirror or dressing up. You know this is Enji trying to make you feel better but you felt so insecure these days.

Deliberately turning your back on him, you crossed your arms in a huff.

An almost lecherous smile tempted Enji's lips as his eyes swept the bed. He would not have you see it and replaced it with his best frown. He walked forwards, with quick fingers pulling out the waistband of your pants, and with a carefully controlled flame, they sagged loosely downward. You catch them in time as you whirled, an expression of indignation on your face.

"Ahhh," Enji smiled condescendingly. "I have your attention now."

#09 - Kabedon

His eyes coursed down the fine curves of your stiff back, from the column of your neck, to th beckoning fullness of your hips. You evoked a strong stirring desire, and he felt the familiar hardening.

He steps into the shower and moved to stand behind you, not touching, but near enough that you were trapped and could not move without coming into contact with him. He braced his forearm against the wall and gazed down upon the tantalizing curve of your breasts. He ached to caress your softness, to hold you close and ease the lusting ache that gnawed at the pit of his belly.

"Wife."

His senses besotted. He lusted. He craved. And all for you. His hand reached out to caress the silky smoothness of your bare shoulder. He touched; you burned.

# 10 - Safe

There was a tickling in your ear, a whisper so soft you could not distinguish from your dreams.

"Wife, are you asleep?"

"Enji?" you sighed in a soft, drowsy breath. You pressed closer, lulled into the security of his presence.

He rose above you slightly, laying an arm along your back and nuzzling his nose into the fragrant, tresses above your ear, while his lips moved against it. "Let's fuck."

You weren't able to go back to sleep after that.