Enji And Dolly Parton For The Thirst Drabbles

enji and dolly parton for the thirst drabbles 🥴

Do you realise how daunting it is writing Endeavor for you? I was like internally screaming. (but I channel DILF Bakugou so I hope it okay ehehe)

“Why do you hate Dolly so much?” You sipped at your wine as you watched the Queen perform below.

When you’d asked Endeavor if he would come and see Dolly Parton with you, you’d never imagined him to hire out the entire VIP area of the arena. Giving you both what felt like your own private performance for the country singer, the crowd seeming so small from your position above them. At first he had said he’d book the entire show, much to your dismay, not wanting to ruin it for the other fans gleefully waiting for her return.

“I don’t.” He raised his glass to his lips, the ice clinking against the side as he took a large swig.

“I think you do.” You stood from your seat beside him as you stood in front of Enji, turning your back to him as you took a seat on top of him.

Enji placing his glass of whisky down on the table beside him as you moved to sit on his lap, looking down as Dolly continued to sing, the crowds below holding lighters and cell phones up in the air as they felt the music. Your lips curving into a smile as you tried to imagine Endeavor going down into the crowd with you, to feel the real experience.

“We should go down there instead,” You smiled, feeling the way Enji stiffened in displeasure at the thought.

“You’re not enjoying yourself in here with me?” He rasped, his lips brushing against your ear as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you further back onto his lap. Your ass brushing against the growing bulge beneath the expensive jeans he wore.

“I didn’t say that,” You murmured, reaching your arm back so you can wrap your palm around his thick neck, grinding yourself back against his lap as his large palms grasp your waist. Pushing you down harder against the very evident bulge between his thighs. The gentle guitar playing in the background as you moved your hips to the sound of the music, pulling a soft grunt from your lover’s lips.

“Why would you want to go down there,” He whispered against your ear huskily, his thick fingers already slipping underneath the pretty floral dress you wore, “When you could be here.”

Gasping when his fingers met your panties, pressing against the crotch as you rolled your hips against him. Feeling his lips pressing hot kisses against your exposed neck as he began to stroke gentle circles against your clit through the thin fabric, his calloused pads dragging along the material and catching against it. Causing delicious friction as you began to roll your hips against him with more vigour.

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself far more up here,” Enji smirked, feeling how wet your panties had become from his slight touch, sliding his thick fingers down towards your tight heat as he pressed against the fabric. Watching as you rolled your hips in an attempt to get him to press them inside you, your panties in the way as your inner walls fluttered around the very tip of his finger, “Couldn’t even wait until we got home.”

As quickly as Enji’s fingers had been against your sex, he’d pulled back. Grinding yourself back against him once more as you tried to give yourself some much-needed relief. Rolling your hips as you ground yourself against one of his thick thighs, trying to catch your clit onto the rough denim of his jeans. Feeling his fists knocking against your ass as he unbuckled them, tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. The length thick and dripping with pre, before you had a chance to turn around in his lap and grab ahold of him, he’d already moved his hands back to your hips again, bunching the back of your dress over your ass as he gave your ass a playful smack. Tugging your panties to the side as he dragged the bulging tip of his cock along your sopping folds.

“I hope you’re still watching. These tickets weren’t cheap-” Enji goaded, your palms pressed against the pristine glass of the VIP booth as you looked down at the cheering crowd, “Too busy being a filthy slut.”

“Like you fucking care about money-oh,” You gasped when he sank you down on his cock unforgivingly, your body trying to adjust to his size as he stretched you into the shape of him.

“What was that?” He tugged you back into position on his lap so your back was pressed against his chest, moving back to pick his forgotten whisky glass back up as he took another sip.

“Are you gonna move?” You murmured, trying to wriggle your hips against him, to give yourself some friction. Your inner walls fluttering around him as you tried to ease the ache between your thighs, your neglected clit puffy and desperate to be touched.

“No.” He smiled into his glass, “I told you, you’re going to enjoy the show.”

დ 30k music event.

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speakeasy | s. aizawa 

➳ tags ;; dirty talk, smut, fem!reader, aizawa being a menace, mirror sex?, readers wearing a dress, the word violate ?, petnames like good girl, praise kink, fingering etc. 

➳ wc ;; 1.6k

➳ a/n ;; well-spoken men make my brain empty n my kitty wet dslkfjskdf hi mr. aizawa sir.. i like u 

➳ plot ;; aizawa likes to talk you through everything, even filthy mirror sex

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Aizawa is clasically well-spoken. 

He used to get made fun of for it when he was younger - especially in high school where his formal speech felt out of place for his age. The older he gets, the more attractive the quality becomes. He speaks so smoothly - doesn’t stutter when he talks at all. It’s always slow, concise, and to the point. 

The content of what he says matches his tone of voice well. Aizawa is a conversationalist almost by nature. Despite how quiet he is upon meeting him for the first time, if the subject interests - he could harp on about it for hours and hours. He’s just as eager to hear you respond, loves adding to your ideas and building a concept up until it reaches the ceiling.

He’s knowledgeable too. Unsurprisingly, he reads a lot. But he also has a bad habit of deep diving into obscure things. He knows a lot about how clothes are made and the way honeybees fly. He’s a natural at the retention of information - of both the important and unimportant kind. Aizawa makes habit of these things - the ability to speak and communicate anything he wants. 

His vocabulary is vast as seven seas and his voice is pleasant to listen to - a raspy baritone, low in his throat. You could listen to him talk all day. 

The problem only lies with how Aizawa likes to use his voice. Selective by nature, it can’t help but feel purposeful whenever he talks to you this way. You can almost feel the hum of his throat, how it gets. With his hand placed so carefully between your legs - all you can hear is that deep chuckle that he likes to. 

Aizawa is uncharacteristically built. His body is all muscle, and you can feel it against your back as he holds you this chest. Your legs are spread apart over his - seated comfortably in his lap as your being exposed. It doesn’t help that you can’t see him, can only listen to the way he speaks to you. 

His voice is warm as it ghosts the nape of your neck - it smells like spearmint and coffee and sleep. His tongue smooths over the side, sharp teeth sinking into soft flesh as a hand rests your thigh. He massages your legs with a hum - and you squirm at his overbearing presence. 

“You look beautiful today” 

The compliment is well-meaning. You nod absently at it. You dressed up for this date with no expectations, masking your surprise is proving difficult. It’s like he senses it.  

“Why’re you so nervous, love?” 

“You’re.. hands are uhm..” 

He pauses, a free hand settling right at your belly. His knuckles brush over lace panties with a crooked yet lazy grin. You can feel it against your clit. It throbs with anticipation and desire. A wetness forms between your legs, drips like a broken faucet with repetition. You shift your weight around, feeling his cock in the small of your back. 

“My hands? What about them?” 

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Thanks everyone so much for 40 notes on this I appreciate it so much 🥺

How do we feel about hearing impaired Bakugo? I know I’ve seen some HC’s of it here and there but not a lot (at least not in my area of tumblr).

Now I am not part of the deaf/HoH community and am absolutely not an expert on this by any means. I don’t understand all the day to day struggles as in depth as I’d like to. I just really don’t want to be THAT person you know? 😬😬

ANYWAY back to my thoughts at hand

I have some mixed feelings about it all, of course depending on when he loses his hearing, or maybe he’s never had it all to begin with.

If it started occurring when he was young I feel like he would be pressured into getting a cochlear implant, by his mom mostly. To me she feels like the type not to embrace that openly. I could genuinely see her getting upset when he as a child responds to her less and less. Or when he asks for things to be repeated, for her to slow down when she talks.

He’s expected to get everything right the first time and that’s just not how it works- she’s the mom that unironically says “read my lips” like that’s just something everyone can do. Also says things like “didn’t you hear what I said?” or “I know you’re ignoring me”, she definitely screams at him when he doesn’t respond quick enough. In instances like the last lines I see him sticking his device to something and leaving it there for her to find as a giant fuck you.

But generally within the surrounding community, life just not readily accessible to everyone. She would see this as the only “acceptable” option for her son to be normal (what the fuck even is normal).

I think when he grew up he would come to resent her a lot for not allowing him to choose for himself. Growing up in a household that views you as a disappointment is hard.

In this scenario I could see him learning sign on his own, whether it be online in his spare time, of course when he’s a little older. Or with the help of his father- I feel like he would be much more accepting and helpful here. Actively trying to get his son into a community where he feels like he’s understood. One where he is enough as he is.

To jump to something happier like I intended this to be-

Katsuki would be such a passionate sign user. His personality and attitude being so expressive; there’s no way he’s being misunderstood anymore. Of course he can still use his processor for school and his hero work, but when he’s off the clock he definitely doesn’t wear it.

Of course there’s the HCs of his friends learning sign to communicate with him better, and it pretty much becomes a must when he refuses to wear the device unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Him teaching them the basics and then bringing them to a deaf function would be a great bonding experience for him and the squad, they’re all learning so much and getting to be people he can rely on a little more. Instead of being so alone.

My favorite thing to think about when it comes to stuff like that is that everyone’s sign name would be something hilarious to him, if not offensive. He definitely gives them their names without them knowing it. But would eventually have to change them when he introduces them to other people in his community.

(The sign for shitty hair is probably something that would get a lot of confused looks, and finger spelling is waaaaaaaaay too impractical for day to day conversation)

Probably a much unneeded and unwanted bnha HC is that Aizawa would unironically be a Nickleback fan.

Unfortunately I don’t take criticism here 😂😂

I offer up that kiri- along with it being red all the time, has it set to that thunderstorm/lightning setting cause he likes to cuddle you under the clouds ☺️☺️

look

ok but the question is... who's the most likely to have these, huh?👁👁

I feel like... Bakugo probably has LEDs he doesn't use, Kiri keeps his on red all. the. time... and Denki buys these specifically and very genuinely for all intents and purposes.

Deku has fairy lights and get clowned for it.