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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@endeaavorr
no masterlist sorry ! too lazy.
miho is fine, she/her, 22.
intro : welcome to my blog, i write occasionally fucked up things, suit yourself, i don’t accept criticism and request, but i do accept thirsts and concepts. UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.
i’m still here !! just not posting due to irl struggles, hmu anytime 💗
will u upload soon huhu-huhu
I might! Hehehe. Look forward to it. 🫶🏻
content : incest, raw and rough sex, miss girl is perverted and a little sick in the head.
post war papa!enji is sick of his girl babying him due to his injuries, he’s just itching to show her he’s still the man of the entire estate.
the man who rose and maintained #2 position from the young age of early 20s, for THIRTY years, despite the blatant dislike from the civillians.
the man who earned and fought for his spot with his brute physical strength.
the man smart enough to lead an entire company, providing livelihood for so many people.
he may have lost a limb. lost optimal mobility on his legs. he may have had half his face burned off.
he may receive help from his beloved doting daughter to do daily tasks, but he needs to put it in her head that it’s only because he let her.
he loses all composure when his baby is going too far, joking about how he’s the baby now.
how did it start exactly ?
oh you know. just the usual, typical you.
you were sitting between his legs, brushing his damp hair, putting lotion on his face, cooing at him the entire time.
it would’ve been fine.
but then you just had to cradle his head to your plushy breasts. swaying him gently, making a note on how he looks just like a baby like this.
in a blink, his remaining hand grabs you by the collar of your clothes, pinning you down hard on the futon.
there’s a brief silence.
you take a look at the majestic sight in front of you. enji’s lose yukata, showing his toned chest, panting from annoyance, and then… you eye him down. arousal.
“you’re walking on thin ice, woman. i told you multiple times to watch it.” he glares at you.
any normal prostitute in this situation would’ve thought they’re about to be dead by the end of the night.
you ? you know you’re about to have the best sleep of your life, since the war ended.
“what did i do wrong, papa ?” you play innocent, doe eyes staring at his, your meek hands touching his big hairy one.
you sneakily lift one feet to rub his hard on through his boxer. you know he’s been pent up just as much as you are from the way he snapped, rolling your body and pinning the back of your thighs apart with his legs. his hand pushes your face against the mattress, making it hard to breathe properly;
just the way you like it.
“you treat me like i’m helpless,” he grits, hot breath fanning your ear.
you make the effort to turn your face sideways, it only budges a little, but enough for you to talk, riling him up even more.
“aren’t you ?” you chuckle,
“i mean, you can’t even cut your food, papa. you need my help for everything.”
you can feel his fire burning hotter. he’s angry. just exactly what you wanted.
“only because i—“ he pushes you down harder, using his entire weight.
“let you!”
you let out a moan at the pressure.
what a freak, you think to yourself.
“yeah ? what are you gonna do about it ?”
he lets out a grunt, his cock painfully erect. you can feel the hard bulge touching your butt.
without wasting time, he takes it out of his boxer, the removed hand gives you a moment to take a deep breath. but the relief ended as soon as he presses it to your panty cladded pussy.
oh you’re drenched alright.
‘what an easy girl’, he thinks to himself before shoving his cock deep, putting it all in one thrust.
you let out a pained moan, the stretch burns so so good.
“papa! ah!”
he fists your beautiful hair and pins you down,
“i raised you proper,” he seethes,
“and yet, you leak just like one of those prostitutes constantly offered to us heroes.”
you burn with jealousy at the suggestion that your beloved father has bedded other women, and make it your mission to absolutely trigger him.
“yeah ? and you’re cheap enough to lay in the arms of common whores ?”
he raises your head enough just to slap you.
“watch your mouth, woman”
he shoves you down again, slamming hard, deep, thrusts.
oh how the pain makes you alive, if he could see your face, he would see the absolute sly smirk you have on your face.
“put this inside your simple head,”
*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
“you exist from my seed,”
*thrust*
“you are alive,” he whispers to your ear.
*thrust*
“because i let you.”
*thrust*
“everything in your life, only happened because i let it.”
you clench on his cock, his words going straight to your pussy.
“papa…” you moan out. your previous bite now evaporates into need, slipping into your submissive headspace.
“i maybe a cripple,” he exaggerates, pulling your head up buy the fist of your hair. he bends lower, rough 3 day old beard covered cheek meeting your perfect soft one, the stubble digs into your skin, your breaths mixing.
“but remember well,”
*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
“i own you,”
*thrust*
“all of you.”
all you can do is let out a moan, you’re a sucker for dirty talking, but this ? these simple, yet absolute filth, coming from your usually quiet father ? this 195 cm 200kg of pure muscle, very handsome of a man ? a man that takes up half of your genetic structure ?
oh you are gone.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, quietly reaching your peak, letting out small whimpers.
he takes it as his sign to pick up the pace.
a couple sets of hard thrusts, his untrimmed hair sticky with your release, and he finishes deep inside with a loud grunt.
he stays inside, catching his breath.
he sees your blissed out, haze filled eyes.
*smack*
he sting brings you back, his thick fingers digging into your cheeks.
“get up. your father is not satisfied yet.”
he lets go of your face, fingers now grazing the surface of your puckered hole, a mere push earns a whimper out of you, your panicked hand trying to find his.
it’s going to be a long night.
to be continued.
400 FREAKS AFTER 2 YEARS HIATUS (kinda) ???? 😙
Hi everyone, sorry for not putting out posts.
Not only did i start my first full time job 2 months ago, last friday until now my country is in havoc. In short, civilians are protesting the govt for corrupt parliamentarians that have crossed the line for decades, low unlivable wages (we can barely afford rice) but the govt are starting to shoot at us, rubber and real bullets.
Please, if you ever see news on your other social media accounts, share to bring awareness. I have to go to work tomorrow and I’m scared. Please put me and my family in your thoughts and prayers.
p.s also, i apologize for bringing negative news to my blog, i am desperate and i feel powerless.
Hiiii miho, I was wondering how would we react to papa!enji maybe giving rei a second chance. Because he is a traditional man atoning for his sins and maybe he wants to prove he can actually be a good husband. So he starts talking to rei a bit more, being nicer and gentler to her. We would of course be mad at rei because of the one-sided beef but what about papa!enji would we be sad bcos we think he doesn't love us anymore or just hella distraught to the point it becomes anger at both enji and rei? I really wanna know honestly. Love your works!!!!
hey sweetie thank you for the ask !!
hahaha ofc we’d be furious !! i threw a tantrum when i found out they didn’t really divorce at the end of the manga.
i think he wouldn’t do that because i believe a man like that is not as gullible/stupid as he is portrayed in the manga (sorry hori i know i’m in the wrong for this) but i still think a company leader like that needs BIG ego & confidence. being divorced makes him look bad, but getting back together is even worse. because why is he, the #1 hero letting his nobody exwife walk over him ? ideally he would blame her for touya’s accident and i know dads like him are obsessed with their first sons bcs to them the son is their extension.
but if somehow it DID happen, i can imagine she (us??) threatening to do something extreme measures like stop eating or like not coming home etc hell maybe even holding her breath til she turns blue 😭😭.
or, well as she is a self insert character, i can also see her just quietly removing herself from his life, stops talking his ear off during dinners, stops including herself in his life e.g. making a reservation just for enji and rei bcs she thought that’s what he would want, and maybe even start second guessing if everything that has happened was purely one sided and he was just responding entirely from the biological needs…
maybe i should write something abt this… good idea !! i love angsty hurt comfort
MIHOOOOOO <3333 It’s that one anon from last time that was saying about how they scared about their parents’ reaction. Anywho, whatever that’s not too important, I haven’t been on tumblr at all and decided to check on my favourite blogs today and to see that you’re back !!!!! BEST DAY EVEEEEEER <333333 I am so incredibly happy and i am SAAAAAAT for enji (and your writing teehee <3333)
i hope you’re doing well <33333
ps: i didn’t pass and had to change studies cuz retaking the year wasn’t an option in my uni. Now, im going to be in my second year! So! Life continues on and im here! ^^
hello my dear !!
first of all thank you for still remembering me after all this time 🥹🫶🏻 you and everyone who interacts with me are my treasure. thank you for your kind words !! i haven’t been writing as much as i want to because work is kicking my ass.
i’m so sorry to hear that sweetie. must’ve been a rough patch. i remember what it was like having to tell my mom i failed a class and had her yell at me for a week. i hope you love your new studies !!
if it helps you feel less alone, my new job is terrible and i only took it bcs i’ve been interning for 7 months at my first company, albeit it being my dream company, they didn’t have an opening for me 😞.
it’s barely been a week at my new job and i had to stop coffee bcs my job gives me so much anxiety (bad environment…) and i will be leaving as soon as i have a better offer. it’s just soo hard to find a job in a third world country where the only options are: corrupt conglomerates or very limited foreign companies. so hard to compete with rich kids who studied abroad and came back. sigh.
thank u for checking in 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
sorry for not writing guys, this internship’s been kicking me in the ass 😀
why was that so cringeee ugh sorry guys 🥲🥲 i trieeeed
i swear it looked hot in my head
why was that so cringeee ugh sorry guys 🥲🥲 i trieeeed
content : incest, raw and rough sex, miss girl is perverted and a little sick in the head.
post war papa!enji is sick of his girl babying him due to his injuries, he’s just itching to show her he’s still the man of the entire estate.
the man who rose and maintained #2 position from the young age of early 20s, for THIRTY years, despite the blatant dislike from the civillians.
the man who earned and fought for his spot with his brute physical strength.
the man smart enough to lead an entire company, providing livelihood for so many people.
he may have lost a limb. lost optimal mobility on his legs. he may have had half his face burned off.
he may receive help from his beloved doting daughter to do daily tasks, but he needs to put it in her head that it’s only because he let her.
he loses all composure when his baby is going too far, joking about how he’s the baby now.
how did it start exactly ?
oh you know. just the usual, typical you.
you were sitting between his legs, brushing his damp hair, putting lotion on his face, cooing at him the entire time.
it would’ve been fine.
but then you just had to cradle his head to your plushy breasts. swaying him gently, making a note on how he looks just like a baby like this.
in a blink, his remaining hand grabs you by the collar of your clothes, pinning you down hard on the futon.
there’s a brief silence.
you take a look at the majestic sight in front of you. enji’s lose yukata, showing his toned chest, panting from annoyance, and then… you eye him down. arousal.
“you’re walking on thin ice, woman. i told you multiple times to watch it.” he glares at you.
any normal prostitute in this situation would’ve thought they’re about to be dead by the end of the night.
you ? you know you’re about to have the best sleep of your life, since the war ended.
“what did i do wrong, papa ?” you play innocent, doe eyes staring at his, your meek hands touching his big hairy one.
you sneakily lift one feet to rub his hard on through his boxer. you know he’s been pent up just as much as you are from the way he snapped, rolling your body and pinning the back of your thighs apart with his legs. his hand pushes your face against the mattress, making it hard to breathe properly;
just the way you like it.
“you treat me like i’m helpless,” he grits, hot breath fanning your ear.
you make the effort to turn your face sideways, it only budges a little, but enough for you to talk, riling him up even more.
“aren’t you ?” you chuckle,
“i mean, you can’t even cut your food, papa. you need my help for everything.”
you can feel his fire burning hotter. he’s angry. just exactly what you wanted.
“only because i—“ he pushes you down harder, using his entire weight.
“let you!”
you let out a moan at the pressure.
what a freak, you think to yourself.
“yeah ? what are you gonna do about it ?”
he lets out a grunt, his cock painfully erect. you can feel the hard bulge touching your butt.
without wasting time, he takes it out of his boxer, the removed hand gives you a moment to take a deep breath. but the relief ended as soon as he presses it to your panty cladded pussy.
oh you’re drenched alright.
‘what an easy girl’, he thinks to himself before shoving his cock deep, putting it all in one thrust.
you let out a pained moan, the stretch burns so so good.
“papa! ah!”
he fists your beautiful hair and pins you down,
“i raised you proper,” he seethes,
“and yet, you leak just like one of those prostitutes constantly offered to us heroes.”
you burn with jealousy at the suggestion that your beloved father has bedded other women, and make it your mission to absolutely trigger him.
“yeah ? and you’re cheap enough to lay in the arms of common whores ?”
he raises your head enough just to slap you.
“watch your mouth, woman”
he shoves you down again, slamming hard, deep, thrusts.
oh how the pain makes you alive, if he could see your face, he would see the absolute sly smirk you have on your face.
“put this inside your simple head,”
*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
“you exist from my seed,”
*thrust*
“you are alive,” he whispers to your ear.
*thrust*
“because i let you.”
*thrust*
“everything in your life, only happened because i let it.”
you clench on his cock, his words going straight to your pussy.
“papa…” you moan out. your previous bite now evaporates into need, slipping into your submissive headspace.
“i maybe a cripple,” he exaggerates, pulling your head up buy the fist of your hair. he bends lower, rough 3 day old beard covered cheek meeting your perfect soft one, the stubble digs into your skin, your breaths mixing.
“but remember well,”
*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*
“i own you,”
*thrust*
“all of you.”
all you can do is let out a moan, you’re a sucker for dirty talking, but this ? these simple, yet absolute filth, coming from your usually quiet father ? this 195 cm 200kg of pure muscle, very handsome of a man ? a man that takes up half of your genetic structure ?
oh you are gone.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, quietly reaching your peak, letting out small whimpers.
he takes it as his sign to pick up the pace.
a couple sets of hard thrusts, his untrimmed hair sticky with your release, and he finishes deep inside with a loud grunt.
he stays inside, catching his breath.
he sees your blissed out, haze filled eyes.
*smack*
he sting brings you back, his thick fingers digging into your cheeks.
“get up. your father is not satisfied yet.”
he lets go of your face, fingers now grazing the surface of your puckered hole, a mere push earns a whimper out of you, your panicked hand trying to find his.
it’s going to be a long night.
to be continued.
yo after the softness i think… i’m gonna write really rough indulgence smut bcs i need enji to put me in my place fr 😞 + practice…
so if it’s cringe i need u guys to pretend it never existed ok !!
he watched his dad die ☹️💔 like me 😣💔 my poor baby. was there nobody taking care of him ? ☹️💔
Drives me insane that we never find out anything about his mother. Where is she? Did she die? Is she normal? Neglectful? Now I just have to make up stories to explain this mentally ill man in my mind. She’s like Deku’s dad- where have they gone?
years a go the fanon/headcanon is that mum didn’t want kids, daddy did. and so his dad became the default parent. poor enji 😞. and to think at the time UA didn’t have dorms yet, so he had to live all alone… did he do his chores alone…? 😞💔
a continuation of this.
content : incest, mentions of sex.
you were just trying to help your papa into his sleepwear. his usual yukata style ones have not finished drying, since it’s rain season. it’s also too cold outside for him to sleep shirtless. at least that’s what you insisted.
your father’s been like this, in recovery, for almost a year now. in didn’t occur to you that your father’s quirk is in tact, only his physical limbs are ruined.
of course, he’s been difficult here and there. it’s nothing uncommon for you now. that’s why you couldn’t see the desperation, defeat, and additional anger in his tone tonight.
“i have told you repeatedly, to stop treating me like a handicap, i can clothe myself.” he grunts, his one remaining hand keeps trying to push you off of him.
“please papa, just let me make sure you’re warm. it’s cold outside.” you struggle against his strength, and currently, you’re about to win.
your tone of coo, that is usually comforting and adorable to him, is now throwing gasoline to his fire.
embarrassment and frustration blinds him. and in a blink, you ended up with your back harshly hitting the door.
you rapidly blink your eyes to regain focus.
you look back at your father and realized what happened.
he’s using his quirk.
that was the first thing you noticed. hellflame taking the shape of his missing arm. no wonder he had the energy to shove you that hard.
it hurt, your body. but you’ve experienced worse. so that’s not your concern. what you’re worried about is his condition, he hasn’t used his quirk in so long, you’re not sure if his body can handle it.
he’s panting hard, sweating through his clothes, steam coming out of his body.
you hurriedly try to crawl back to him, your movement halted by a glare.
“you get away from me.” he spats, giving a pang to your heart.
“papa—“
“you heard me,” he grits his teeth.
“you keep treating me like this even thought i repeatedly told you to stop.”
your eyes start to sting, tears easily pooling.
“papa, i just want to take care of you…” you plead
“you need help, how are you going to do anything by yourself ? why should you—“
“i don’t want to see your face again. you stay away from my chamber. you will speak to me when you are spoken to.”
“papa…”
“GET OUT!” he yells. his signature fire mask making an appearance.
you would’ve fought to stay, but your little feet carried you out running.
you make a stop at the kitchen, your trembling hands pour yourself a glass of water.
you start doing things around the kitchen to calm yourself down and let time pass.
before you know it, it’s almost midnight. your eyelids are starting to get heavy. but your room is on the other side of the house from where your father’s room is located, and you don’t want to be far in case he needs you.
so you grab a jacket and blanket, still warm from the dryer. inhaling the fresh scent of detergent, courtesy of this afternoon’s load of laundry.
you quietly pitter patter close to your father’s room. making sure you’re close enough to hear so much as a breath he took wrong, you make yourself comfortable and try to get some sleep.
meanwhile, enji is in a crisis.
technically he didn’t hit you. he repeatedly said no and you kept pushing until he forcefully removes his arm. it wasn’t ill intended, really. it’s just, apparently his raw physical strength remained, and he didn’t realize that.
but he hurt you. he raised his voice at you, and kicked you out.
(now that was not what happened, but in his guilt ridden head, it was)
forget sleep, he’s been trashing around his futon left and right.
though, what you said was true, he admits to himself. this long sleeved full cotton sleepwear is indeed comfortable. but his restlessness is making him sweat like crazy.
his heart squeezes in his chest. his sensitive baby must be sobbing her eyes out in her room. how could he, after years of hardwork fixing his mistake, fall back into the same pattern.
he decided for a glass of cold water to cool down. he thought, maybe if you finally left the house on your own accord you can finally forget him and live the life you deserve.
he wallows in grief at the picture.
he doesn’t want you away, he wants his baby to be glued to his side. he wants you dependent on the touch of his skin.
he doesn’t want you to fall in love with someone your age. he wants you for himself. he wants to be the one and only that knows your entirety. he wants to be the only one that memorizes your crevices. he wants to be the only one that gets to feel your soft lips. the only one that gets to kiss you with all his desire, the only one that gets to nuzzle the warmth of your breast, the only one who makes you feel good, the only one to kiss every inch of your skin, the only one to have you, to become one flesh and body with you. to listen to your breathy moans, to smell the shampoo on your hair as he finishes inside you.
he is your beginning, and he wants to be your end. he wants you in your entirety.
he struggles to get up, the sharp pain in his legs is making it hard to move. but he’d be damned if he has to use a fucking crane to walk to his own kitchen.
he makes short steps to the door, and as he slides it, the sight made his heart stop.
the sight of his baby, curled under a thin blanket, with a folded jacket as a pillow.
his heart breaks again.
his baby, his spoiled, coddled, hight maintenance baby that needs at least 5 pillows on her queen sized orthopedic bed, and a heavy 10000 thread count quilt weighing her down to sleep, is willingly laying on the hard floor with a makeshift pillow, just to be close to him.
he would love nothing than to bend down and scoop you into his arms, but currently, his pain is forbidding him to. he doesn’t want to accidentally drop his body on you.
“y/n,” he calls your name several times before managing to wake you up.
“umm… hnn… *yawn* papa… are you okay ?” you ask, half asleep.
he very slowly crouches to your level, biting his tongue from the pain.
he scoops you tight to his chest.
“why are you here..?” he asks, voice breaking from the sight.
“i was afraid the pain would come back while you were sleeping, and that you’d need me.” you whisper, burying your face to his chest, gently fisting the clothing.”
“i’m sorry. for hitting you, i was scared to hold you back, i—“
you’re quick to cut him before he goes that far “i wouldn’t call it hitting papa, you’ve gotten so much weaker you know,” you try to joke,
you hold his face and look his eyes, “you will never be unloved by me, okay ? i love you. and nothing i do for you is weighing me down papa. the hell am i gonna do with my time anyways ? date some lanky guy with mommy issues and a ridiculous fear of gold diggers asking me to split the bill at cheap steak restaurant ?”
he chuckles a little at your remarks,
“though, i was surprised at the surge of power you had back there, you should use it to hold me down while you fuck me hard then papa, see it as a way of showing gratitude to your little nurse ~ “
“watch the language, girl.”
“hee hee,” you grin, “why don’t we go back to bed together, okay papa ?”
he nods, “okay,” and presses a passionate kiss to your lips.
that night, as many other nights before, you’re entangled under the comfort of your quilt, enjoying each other’s warmth.
missed you and your writing so much
thankyou so much sweetie 💜 i’m here
im so sorry i flood your notifs whenever your posts 😭 i have your post notifs on because i thought nobody loved enji like i did and i am so happy i found your works years ago because YOU GET IT you write him so well i find myself going back and rereading your works. anyway thank you for being you and supplying the only other enji fan (who is also traumatized, noticing a theme LOL) on the planet ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
PLS DON’T BE SORRY !! people like you are the reason i came back after YEARSSS. and thank you for havinng my notifs on that’s the highest compliment one can get as a tumblr writer 🥹🥺😭.
thank youu thank youu thank youu !! 💙💜 i’m very rusty so i’m practicing to get back to where i was. pls expect more contents soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻
also, heavy on the trauma 😂 just need to be a hot old man’s caregiver 🙂↔️.
“Canonically ugly” but Enji literally gets hotter 😩😩😩 Hori knew what he was doing.
MY FIRST ANON IN A YEAR 😱😭🤚🏻 HELLO
also. objectively, he IS ugly 😭. makes me sad bcs i know he doesn’t even wanna look at himself in the mirror ughhh even touya looks good in that pic. if baby beef jerky touya can look like that then my enji can keep his handsome face too.
BUT. as his babies. us sisterwives love him just the way he is. burned face or not, i’m still jumping on that cock like it’s my livelihood 🤭🤣
[10.37]
“that will be 91.000 yen sir,”
enji hands over his black card to the woman behind the cashier, signaling to use signature instead of pin. the other two employees next to the cashier lady swiftly wraps the goods and hands them over to utenmaru (enji’s chauffeur).
“thank you for your patronage sir,” all three store employees said in unison with a polite bow as enji exits the sanrio store.
they were walking to the car discussing schedules when someone from yesterday’s hero conference bumped into them.
“ah endeavor-san, great to see you here. i thought you immediately went back to shizuoka after the conference?” chat the other hero.
“y/n-san wished to visit some restaurants here,” answered utenmaru.
“my daughter asked if she could take a day off and run around the city here, we’re leaving tomorrow.” enji added.
the hero in front scans all the goodies in the chauffeur’s hands.
“i didn’t know you still have little kids endeavor, you sure spoil them a lot.”
“i don’t, these are for my daughter, she’s 21. she was at yesterday’s conference.” enji replies uninterested.
“ah..truly a dad’s girl huh,” the hero replies sheepishly at the awkward situation.
“if you don’t mind, i should get going, still have some business to do here.”
“of course endeavor-san, a pleasure to meet you, send my regards to y/n-san.”
“i will,” enji nods a little smile and strides to the car.
