prince! enji todoroki x poc friendly! fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kiddos
content warning: alcohol mentioned but no one is drunk, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, fellatio (f! receiving), afab! reader, man-handling, bruising and marks, choking, fingering, mating press, different positions are mentioned, fellatio (f! receiving), overstimulation, manhandling, prey/predator dynamic, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, multi-gasms, poor reader gets stuffed repeatedly, pregnancy mention (as expected), this has not been beta-read, there’s other things in here that i am too lazy to tag but nothing too horrible
word count: 8.2k
author’s note: welcome to another chapter! this boy’s long overdue so i hope you enjoy it! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated especially if you want to keep reading more! thanks! btw the taglist is still open!
HER day couldn’t get any better than this, it beat having to spend some time back at her kingdom doing little to nothing aside from attending a few meetings here and there, and it certainly beats having to stay in that stuffy dining room with Enji and his mother for the entirety of breakfast. Y/N had decided to sit with the children for the time being for the duration of the meal, even going as far as to try some of the sludge that had been prepared for their nourishment (which she quickly regretted upon getting a taste of it). Well, that was one thing to put on her list for things to change once she got married to the prince.
As you sat at the table with the children, you looked around at all of them in curiosity, listening to them chat about random things as kids do. Minji had disappeared to do her work while you decided to stay there in the servant’s quarters. Dabi and Keigo happened to be the oldest of the bunch so they had been given the task of watching the younger kids but now that you were here you were giving them a little break and allowed them to chat with each other.
You observed the conversation between the bubbly blonde and the redhead, chuckling softly to yourself as you noticed how quick Dabi was to blush whenever Keigo would say something cutesy to him. How could a four-year-old be so flirtatious? It made you laugh just thinking about it.
Time seemed to fly by as you sat there, getting acquainted with all of the children as if they were your own, you even asked their opinion about whatever they wanted to talk about, enjoying yourself as they rambled on and on about things that intrigued them. But, as usual, all good things must come to an end and soon you were back on the road in the horse-drawn carriage back to the castle. Before you had made your departure it was decided that Enji and his mother would come soon to further discuss the marriage proposal in about a week, giving you plenty of time to prepare yourself for what was to come in the future. Though your parents seemed a little wary about the idea of you getting married to him, you assured them that there was nothing to worry about, at least you hoped there would be nothing to worry about. Even with you being so adamant about your marriage to the prince of Ignis, your parents still had their reservations about it, rightfully so considering you were their only daughter and their firstborn.
That day soon came when Enji had arrived, his mother had decided to stay behind, or more like Enji had told her to stay behind considering how much of a bitch she was the last time when the two families had had a sit-down.
When he arrived, he was greeted by some of the guards who then escorted him to the meeting room where everything was going to be held. The differences in sizes of their kingdoms were apparent, a mental note he stored away as he considered the advancements of both his kingdom and Tenebris. Surely, there was much more than meets the eye, Tenebris had managed to hold a near fearsome amount of power for such a long time so he could only assume that it wasn’t weak which was always an advantage in his books. And even if it were weak his abilities and the combination of their kingdoms would only make it stronger.
