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Okay but enji 🥴🥴 who hasn’t had any form of intimacy in so goddamn long, who gets used to being called by his first name by the light of his life- would be shook the first time you call him Todoroki. But not on the outside you know? He’s like wait a fucking second, while he does the math. But I do feel like he asks you what the deal is rather quickly- not having time for the games.

I don’t think Todoroki bothers him nearly as much as being called Endeavor though- imagine how fucking mad he gets when you spat that name out at him in the heat of the moment. Just angry due to this or that, but man the look on his face soon after let’s you know you just fucked up (I can’t decide whether the look is hurt or anger, but you know I love angry daddy 👀🤪)

(last name hc here!)(sho thoughts here!)

You... are so correct. 

GOD, this is one of those moments Endeavor definitely pulls a Shoto (or maybe Shoto is just pulling an Endeavor... idk)... but like you call him anything other than his name or a pet name and he’s immediately tuning out the conversation. 

You could be saying it mad, silly, sad, whatever... but it honestly doesn’t matter to him if it’s not what he wants to be called. He lets you finish your sentence, before immediately jumping straight into the, “what?” all moody... and if you don’t register what he’s referring to, or don’t proceed to call him by the right thing, he’s not continuing the rest of conversation with you until you do. 

Granted, he’s not above telling you what you did eventually (see: pinching his nose and saying “y/n... call me by the right title” SHEESH😳)... but unless you seem upset, he’s okay with moving on (and especially if you’re laughing)

However, I do 100% think you’re right about Todoroki vs Endeavor. You call him Todoroki and he’s sorta just confused... definitely raises his eyebrows and waits for the right thing... but he’s usually pretty good at either seeing right through you or just brushing the whole thing off (if you drop it, that is)...

Call him Endeavor, though... and that’s when shit hits the fan. I really think it’s a combination of both hurt and anger... like he’s just so hurt you’d resort to calling him by his professional name when you’re in a relationship that he does end up getting mad. Not necessarily at you specifically, because he loves you and he’s learning, after all, but at the situation itself that caused it in the first place. 

He’s honestly probably just at a point in his life where he doesn’t assume you’re doing anything as a mistake or without meaning. He’s on such high alert most of the time... that when something doesn’t click into place as it’s supposed to, he definitely takes it to mean that something is wrong. 

Plus, with him being the person that he is, he probably doesn’t want to be called by anything other than his name in an intimate relationship... so if + when you don’t respect that, he’s afraid that he’s done something to push you away, and that’s really what hurts him more than anything (because losing you would kill him).  

Now that I’m thinking about it, though... I feel like when you’re out with him in public, he probably gets a little bit more lax about being called Endeavor or Todoroki, especially if other people are around. 

He still probably bristles when you say it, because he’s never really going to like it coming out of your mouth... but at the same time, he doesn’t really feel like explaining himself to anyone who hears you talk to him so casually (not even that your relationship is a secret... just that it’s none of the public’s business and he doesn’t want to answer to paparazzi while on a date).

Everything aside though, I definitely feel like Endeavor is another guy who’ll get you whatever you want if you whine his last name or call him “Todoroki-san”/“Endeavor-san...” 

Mostly because it has no real relation to you trying to mess with him or show that you’re peeved at him... and is a guaranteed way to get into both his wallet and his pants. 

And don’t question me, either. Just do it.🥵

Hot take- taking a bath with Enji, it literally NEVER gets cold. He exudes the smallest amount of his quirk and the water is a pleasantly hot temperature for as long as you want to stay there

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.

Iiiiiiiii have thoughts- mayhapps too many

* Enji loves dates, to some degree I think it’s a mask for his past. Trying to coverup the “bad times) with better ones. With healthier relationships.

* Kiri loves in most languages- but accepts words of encouragement the best. He never felt good enough next to everyone else in school, never was encouraged in a way that mattered. But now that he has come into his own- his favorite thing is to be told that he’s going great (wholesome not conceited).

* Aizawa would do best with a second and maybe even third shift partner, one who would be a comfort on the few shared nights off they have together. But match his sleepy vibe the other days. One who doesn’t make smoothies at 5am just as he’s getting settled in their bed.

* Denki is the planner in his relationships, and everything is aesthetically pretty- and his plans generally work out in his favor. His genuine excitement (for you and your company) is infectious. He makes for a great date later on.

High and obsessing over Enji with his heavily pregnant wife and how his hands feel.

I’m thinking comfortably weighty, but gentle and warm against the taught skin of your belly.

He’s quick to swipe his fingers through the body butter you’d asked for help with, close the jar up, and smear it between his palms; hands hot enough to emulsify the product between them. Your back to his chest; he encourages you to lend your weight to him- letting him curl around you. He’s not good at staying on task. Hand glides up the valley between your breasts to the smooth column of your throat. Lips almost at his ear; your head tipped back onto his shoulder, he hears every small noise you make. From contentment to surprise-nothing escapes him. He eventually works his way back to your belly, hands sweep under to lace his fingers together flat against you, with a hushed warning he lifts your baby gently- releasing a huge weight from your frame 🥹♥️

Feverish over tired Enji

Body and soul tired. He’s aged a handful, or two, of years; gone a little grey and left the bare face of youth behind in favor of a full albeit short beard.

He’s put in his time as number 1 and is leaving it up to his son’s generation. He’s actually open to leaving a few things to others now.

Open to you having control more often, like when you insist on doing the work for him. Let’s you move him around on the couch, and let’s you put his hands exactly where you want them when you finally move to straddle him. He doesn’t rush you. He doesn’t have any meetings to get to, no more fires to put out. Enji stays put, and enjoys the feel of your soft skin against his own.

He lets himself enjoy the attention you bathe him in, closes his eyes and sinks in it. Your kisses, nips, and flit of fingertips over his skin lets him feel seen.

He stays patient when things get heavy, lets you figure out your own pace grinding against him. Content to let you use him until the friction isn’t enough and you’re rising up- swiping his heavy cock through your folds, bumping your clit with every pass- before dipping him in juuuuust enough to feel that familiar burn, never really ready to accommodate him in the beginning.