#he’ll rob banks!

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 130

De aged toddler Danny is sent to dc. Wants absolutely nothing to do with heros or the government.

Back home they killed his family and cut him open for experiments. It was his rouges who helped him. They rescued him. Sure in order to stabilize him he was deages. But he wasn’t still there.

Danny avoids all hero and government officials in this dimension. Instead toddler Danny just goes to villains. If they are too murdery he pranks them. Ivy and Catwomen are his favorites! He helps them!!!

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

For consideration—

Danny is many things. Student, hero, teenager, tired. Teenager and tired are shared, student is what he wants, and hero is what he has to be.

So when he’s fighting Val—Red Huntress, as dubbed by the general populace—and they get interrupted from their highly dangerous not-quite game of hide and seek by the Justice League offering her all of the training and support any hero could ever want… well.

It’s a good thing he’s already hidden, because he has no idea what to feel and ghost faces are significantly more stretchy and allow for frankly horrifying face journeys. He could just be a kid. He wanted to have mentorship. He wanted Valerie to be a great hero. He hopes she’s not getting dragged into it. He’s been given an out, possibly.

Or at the least, as Jazz would put in during the video call later that night, he could take a vacation.

Her reasons were fairly pure. He overworked himself by necessity, and he deserved time and rest and the ability to go for his own hobbies.

Danny’s were very much in the petty revenge territory. Blob ghost populations would be outright swarms in about two weeks, and that’s if the ectopi didn’t start hunting them as prey, sending them into a tizzy. Any bigger threats—well. Red Huntress was the hero, the only hero, as Superman said in his little ‘join us’ speech. Clearly, she’d been handling it so far. She’d be fine. There was even Justice League backing and support for her.

He still hid during ghost attacks. Everyone always thought he was scared of ghosts anyways and the rogue gallery had no qualms about kidnapping or otherwise targeting him as a regular teen.

Things… quickly spiral.

For Red Huntress, that is.

Suddenly, her new ghost alarm system that Batman helped her build is going off constantly. She expected an uptick, but she’s gotten maybe five hours of sleep in about as many days. It was a good thing that one of the support benefits was a paycheck, because if she hadn’t quit Nasty Burger they certainly would have fired her by then. Her grades were slipping, even with her best efforts, and her mentors who were supposed to help weren’t listening to her.

It wasn’t them ‘challenging her beliefs’ and asking her to ‘really consider if ghosts are always your enemy’ that made her fights suddenly harder. It wasn’t some adjustment period to her new training. There was just ghosts, all the time, constantly, and she didn’t even know what to do with all of them. She always just ran them off, and she had assumed they went home. She hadn’t realized the reason Phantom always captured them was because otherwise they just would not leave.

And Phantom. He was one of her rogues, play acting as hero for people he’d just put into danger. Sometimes he did—kind of—help, but it seemed more coincidental. A giant bobcat in the yard keeping the bears away sort of situation. Still dangerous, still unknown, no matter how similar he looked to something or someone friendly.

But. He’d been MIA since their last fight. And she didn’t know why.

Sure, she could guess that maybe he had heard the whole acceptance into the Junior League, or whatever it was called, that had happened. And with his whole ‘hero’ shtick, he’d maybe be a little weird about it. Not emotional, ghosts didn’t have true emotions. No matter what Black Canary was currently researching on the topic, Valerie was sure of it.

Just like she’d been sure that she was actually helping Amity Park.

If she heard one more property damage assessment, she’d strap one of her ecto guns to the lecturer and let them have a crack at it. Ghosts didn’t care about material things that mattered to other people. They might have attachments to certain types of objects or things they considered ‘theirs’, but if that thing was a living human’s… it didn’t matter, it’d be taken or broken just the same.

Sam was, of course, leading a small protest asking for Phantom’s return. She and Danny had at least three fights about it, and it wasn’t pretty.

Paulina had a different approach to the same issue, asking for recognition of her ghost boy.

Tucker was egging both on, mostly to distract Sam from actually bothering Danny, but also because he loved a good cat fight.

Danny was getting so much sleep, and he’s getting caught up in school. Sure, the school is usually at least a little on fire these days, but he actually read the assignment book for Lancer’s class. That hadn’t happened like, ever! And his Doom stats were getting pretty high, since the only grinding he had to do now was against virtual enemies that didn’t try to snap his spine… Technus notwithstanding.

As these things usually happen, Valerie blames Phantom for all of her woes, again. The Fenton Parents, being thoroughly exhausted at this point as well, completely back her.

And Danny has had a lot of time to rest and think on the actions of himself and others.

He’s been declared a menace, again. And he’s kind of tired of people not realizing that if he WANTED to be a villain, he could be. He wanted his town safe, and honestly, the ghost populace explosion was getting annoying. Red Huntress’s last “big fight” had nearly killed someone.

… He wouldn’t be Dan, oh no. He wouldn’t cause damage, he’d prevent those from being hurt, and he would generally look at the Hero Guideline Handbook he had… temporarily borrowed and copied from Val’s backpack. He’d be campy and totally not serious to anyone who didn’t realize he actually was just playing around. And him actually taking on ‘big fish’ persona in Amity Park’s ‘little pond’ should help get rid of at least some of the lower level guys.

It’s not like it’s be hard, honestly. He’d get to make his own hours, at least. And since Valerie saw Fenton as someone to protect, someone that he well knew she broke up with to ‘keep him safe’, she wouldn’t think of him twice as being Phantom. Danny wouldn’t use their friendship against her, but he could easily admit that it was a little scummy to do. But. Well. He’d always fought a bit dirty, and she had literally tried to kill him. Multiple times.

If Red Huntress was going to be a villain-like Hero, then it was simple.

Phantom just had to be a hero-like Villain.

Prompt

The justice league FINALLY investigates Amity, and realizes that they’ve made a grave mistake by letting a burgeoning hero shoulder a large problem without any training or support. They rectify this immediately by offering a position in the JL along with an assortment of mentors and other teen heroes to bond with. 

Red Huntress receives this invitation in front of Phantom, while actively trying to hunt him down.

[dollishmehrayan]

BATBOYS GENERAL HCS DURING DATING ── .✦

a/n: my posts are barely getting engagement so it would be nice to reblog + like + cmmt tysm! Also

I’m so tired because I don’t know what I want to do with myself when like writing because I don’t have much ideas yk, (I do have a lottt of ideas just don’t want to like spam and idk how to like execute it correctly so ya) but I’m so grateful I’m back!

(Tags: batboys general hcs + fem!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Compliments: Dick will compliment you constantly, but they’re the slightly extra kind. “You look like you just walked off the cover of a magazine… Or like you’re about to rob a bank with your style, and I’m here for it.”

Date Nights: Dick is a hopeless romantic mixed a romantic flirty person. He'll plan elaborate date nights that are almost too perfect. You're having a candlelit dinner on a rooftop... until a mosquito swoops by, and you both spend 20 minutes trying to catch it.

Awkwardly Adorable: Dick tries so hard to be smooth, but when it’s just the two of you, he ends up tripping over his words, saying things like “I love you… like… in a non-creepy way… I mean, I know that sounds creepy but—“, “you know dick, you could’ve just told me you loved me no need for all that extra yapping.”

Sharing Food: He can’t resist sharing his food with you but will dramatically defend his fries. “No, you can't have any. This is the last one. You’ll be fine. It’s called 'the sacrifice of love.'”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Grumpy But Cute: Jason might be brooding and grumpy on the outside, but once he gets comfortable with you, he’s a sucker for giving you the best hugs. They’re just not as soft as you expect, because, well, he’s Red Hood and that’s not very 'soft' in his book.

Love Language: He definitely has a love language of throwing sarcastic remarks at you to show affection. “I’m just saying, you look so good, I might actually let you live longer than five minutes without me.”

Meme Sharing: Jason will share the funniest memes with you, and he will laugh harder than anyone else when you send him a reaction meme. You two could spend hours going through meme after meme while ignoring his patrol responsibilities.

Late Night Conversations: He’s always the first to text at 3 am just to say, “I’m not okay. Also, I think I might’ve made pasta in the Batcave, but it’s 80% burnt and half of the 20% is missing on the ground in other words, it’s fully burnt. You in?”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Puns & Dad Jokes: Tim is the king of puns. You might be mid-sentence talking about something serious, and he’ll sneak in, “Well, that’s egg-sactly what I was thinking.”

Organizing Everything: Tim will have a notebook just for your relationship. He organizes things like "future plans," "annoying habits to change," and “how we can both pretend to be normal in public.”

Overthinking: Tim might send you long, thoughtful texts about nothing and everything, then panic and delete them. Later, you get a short text that says, “Hey, I like you. It’s cool. Let’s go save Gotham.”

Netflix & Research: On date nights, Tim is all about watching a documentary on some obscure topic. You wanted to watch a rom-com? Nope. Tim says, “Let’s learn about the history of ancient pizza ovens.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Fiercely Protective: Damian will go full boss mode in a relationship. If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s ready to challenge them to a duel. You’ve never seen someone challenge a guy at the coffee shop to a sword fight over a latte until you met him.

Literally Shakespeare: He has this bizarre habit of reciting random Shakespeare quotes when trying to express his feelings. “My love for you is like a tempest, crashing and relentless. Also, I think you forgot to add sugar in my coffee.”

Jealousy: He’ll get jealous of even the smallest things. That random guy who offered to help you with your grocery bags? Damian’s glaring at them from across the parking lot, preparing his “You’re not worthy” speech.

Tenderness: Don’t be fooled by his brooding exterior. Damian will get you flowers (in his own way) — like a very dramatic single red rose that he purchased with the least amount of emotion possible, but you know he spent an hour picking the perfect one.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Grumpy But Loyal: Bruce is that partner who takes a long time to warm up to things, but once he’s in, he’s in 100%. He’ll still be grumpy, though. If you show up in a bat-themed shirt, you’ll get a raised eyebrow and a grunt that could probably level an entire building.

Affectionate In His Own Way: Bruce will bring you your favorite coffee without asking because he’s been paying attention to your usual order for the past six months. But if you say anything about it, he’ll act like he’s annoyed. “I’m Batman. I don’t do things for people.”

Overprotective: He’ll put the Batcomputer between the two of you if he’s feeling protective, even if it’s completely unnecessary. Someone bumps into you? Bruce is already three steps ahead, tracking their life history and figuring out their deepest secrets, just in case.

Romantic, But Quiet About It: Bruce can’t show his love through words, but the way he gives you his jacket when it’s cold speaks volumes. Of course, he acts like it was an accident. “I didn’t want you to catch a cold, that’s all. I’m not a softy, don’t read into it.”

GENERAL TRAITS FOUND IN THEM ── .✦

Matching Outfits: They’ll all pretend like they’re too cool for matching outfits, but one day they’ll catch themselves accidentally twinning with you, and neither of you can ever act normal again.

In Public: They’ll all act like they don’t care if you hold their hand in public, but if anyone tries to grab your hand instead, they’ll give them a glare that could freeze a person in place.

Batman’s Turtleneck: Every Batboy secretly loves when Bruce wears his iconic black turtleneck and glasses. They all think Bruce looks like a mysterious intellectual, and they might just start commenting on it to mess with him. Bruce is too focused on Gotham to care.

[jaymadii]

FAMILY MAN [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PT.1

Bakugo's hero agency was thriving - doing statistically the best in Japan out of all the agencies at the moment (shove it Deku). He quickly gathered traction up the hero ranking, he made it. This was his dream. The problem though, Bakugo’s area of expertise was fighting, specifically, hand to hand. Quirks that messed with the mind or reality always threw him for a loop. So when he comes across a man with glowing blue fingers, the hero had barely landed his first attack before everything around him vanished into black smoke. And he’s down.

The next thing he knows, he’s in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and a shit ton of people in white coats. He doesn’t even have time to process his surroundings before he’s being swarmed with people shining penlights in his eyes.

“Get the FUCK OFF ME.” He yelled, shoving a younger looking man out his damn personal space. He was hooked up to all kinds of wires and lines, yanking at them to get them off and out of his body. The sound of the doctors protesting was drowned out by him screaming over them to get away. He gripped the wrists of one of the doctors trying to stop his from pulling the IV out, pushing him away harshly. She fumbled a few steps away, holding her wrist with a pained whimper. “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME.” There’s a magical freak out there terrorizing people and robbing banks and they want him to stay in this room? Fat fucking chance. A door swung open.

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

The room went silent. The doctors or PAs or whoever the hell all these people are suddenly shut their mouths. That voice. Your voice boomed his name.

The scent of an agitated alpha filled the room. And despite the sour note from the anger, he could recognize the smell almost instantaneously. Suddenly he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.

At the hospital door, stood you. You looked frantic and worried and pissed all at the same time, your clothes were disheveled like you had been running. Your left hand held a death grip on the doorframe while you’re right was on the knob from where you swung the door open. In the nasty florescent lighting of this place, a solid golden ring gleamed on your left hand. So many thoughts started buzzing at once. A wedding ring. You were married - mated. You were in this hospital. You just yelled at him. You looked almost exactly the same as the last day he saw you.

He didn’t know what feelings he was feeling right now.

It’s been years since Bakugo had last seen you, eleven. It made sense that you’d move on, mate with another omega, he made that decision for the both of you. He told you to go to America, to leave him alone. And from what he remembers of that conversation he wasn’t very nice about it.

You started to approach Bakugo slowly, like you’re unsure of what he’ll do. It’s now that he realizes that he’s halfway off this hospital bed from his attempted escape. Your scent starts to even out, the sourness from your anger fades with every step you take closer to him. He wants to speak, to say something to you. To fuck off, or ask why you’re even here, or what you want. But he doesn’t. He lets you come closer, because even after all these years your scent is still the only one that gives him any remote sense of peace. He’s always hated hospitals.

When you do finally reach him, your touch is soft. It’s like you’re scared, you put his face in your hands and your eyes surveyed his features. You seem satisfied with whatever you’re looking for because the hands on his face begin to thread through his hair and now you’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. You’re hugging him. Any anger still left in his body directed towards the staff or you suddenly lifts like a weight off his shoulders. You hold him close like he’s gonna float away with the wind if you don’t.

“You’re okay.” You whispered into his hairline, tucking your nose in on the top of his head. “I was so worried, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster. I dropped off Hinata and Ren with your parents.” It sounded like you were talking underwater. All he felt was his scent begin to mingle with yours as you scented him. It felt so nice, to have this feeling again, to have you want to be near him. He wanted to reciprocate the affection.

But he didn’t.

Whatever the hell was happening right now, wasn’t right. Bakugo tucked his arms between the two of you and shoved you away. Confusion flooded your face as you took a step back, your hands still holding on to his shoulders.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

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A/N: Hey I’m still alive and well okay

[kodamaghost00]

30 Angel Dust Headcanons

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut.

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!You’re a new resident at the Hotel in this scenario.

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Let’s begin!

He calls you “Sugar” and “Cutie” for sure. He loves seeing you flustered. It always gets him a good laugh.

When you first arrived at the hotel he flirted with you instantly since you’re his type. He got exited when you mirrored his demeanor.

He listens to music to calm himself down. Especially after a long shoot with Valentino.

You and him immediately start off on good terms. You casually flirt together too.

He trusts you very much. He told you about his experience with Val and you comfort him when he cries.

He’s the biggest bottom you could ever find but if you are a bottom/switch he’s willing to top you.

He asks you to review his porn and give your honest opinion.

Fat nuggets is your child now. You both are proud parents.

One night Angel,Fat nuggets and you slept in one bed together after watching a horror movie as a family… how adorable…

Angel isn’t the type to wake up early. You mostly have to wake him up. “Not now Sugar, daddy needs his beauty sleep.” You just laughed and shook your head after hearing that.

You help him on set often too. You hate Val but admire Angels dedication for his job. You mostly help with the make-up application.

He takes good care of you when you guys go out. It can be a handful if cherry is going to a bar with y’all.

After a long day he just wants to rest and cuddle with you. He warps his arms around you and lightly snores.

He wakes up in the middle of the night often due to nightmares… he wakes up with sweat all over him. “Huh… just a dream… it was just a dream…”

When he looks at you he has this one specific look of “I love you but I can’t tell you directly” . And it’s adorable…

You both definitely planned to rob a bank together.

Angel often says “If I would’ve known you during my living days, I think we would’ve get together perfectly.”

He will fuck the living shit out of you. He loves to sweet talk but also to degrade you.

Valentino even suggested if you two would like to do a porn together and angel was tempted to say yes. But for your sake he declined Val’s offer.

Sometimes angel gets knocked out at the bar so you and husk have to drag him to his room.

He’s actually also a talented artist. He drew you a potrait once and it looked incredible realistic. He never rlly explored this side of him though.

Often says “pspspspspspsps” to husk just to piss him off…

He basically has no type. He’ll just fuck what he likes.

He sees Niffty like a little sister that he has to babysit often.

He would go into a poly relationship with you and Husk.

Fat nuggets sleeps next to him every single day. No exeptions.

He likes interacting with his normal fans who don’t sexualize him and actually like his talent.

He often needs reassurance and calls with Cherry a lot for it.

Him and Cherry shit talk for literal HOURS. Especially about Valentino. “He’s the last one to criticize my hair… GET YOURSELF YOUR OWN FIRST AND THEN WE CAN TALK.”

The only thing he actually is grateful for is fat nuggets… he dresses him up often.

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MASTERLIST

Thank you so much for reading my silly headcanons once again. I know I’ve been gone for quite some time but life’s though rn… so we’ll see each other next post!!

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[creepling]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons

this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33

tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.

If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.

After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”

His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.

He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.

Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.

Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Heath Ledger’s joker as a bf

Pairings: joker x fem!reader

Warnings: language, joker (he needs his own warning) marijuana, blood, criminal activities🥸 smut, etc.

A/N: requested by my home girl😭🤞 (h/c) is hair color

SFW:

On the occasion he gives you a gift, just remember he didn’t pay for it

Both of you dying your hair together and then getting into a hair dye fight where in the end both of you are covered in green and (h/c)

Will force you to rob a bank with him atleast once

If, IF he showers he will make you join him

He smokes/takes Eddies so going to McDonald’s in the middle of the night is a routine at this point

Nighttime, dancing in the rain in Gotham together

Batman impersonations are your inside joke

Sharing your intrusive thoughts with each other and laughing about it like it’s the most normal thing ever

He will not go to the hospital unless he’s shot really badly so most the time he will have you help clean him up after getting into with Bruce.

If you ask him to do his hair or make up (not clown make up) he might say yes but only after a certain exchange iykyk

Will not tell you his real name until like 8 months into your relationship and he does it in the most random and casual way ever. It makes me giggle so lemme play it out for you😭

You’re sat at the table in the kitchen eating cereal while reading the newspaper, Joker sleeping still or so you thought.

“Jack.”

You jump out of the chair landing on the grown, on your ass. Looking up you see the joker standing in the doorway. You annoyed now half-shout, “Who tf is jack?!”

“Me,” he responds simply, “my name is jack.”

“Oh. Well next time don’t scare me!”

Randomly asks shit like “would you rather your brain in a cockroach’s body or a cockroach’s brain in your body?”

Does not filter himself in public so strangers do get details about your sex life

AND SPEAKING OF WHICH

TIME FOR THE NSFW PART

NSFW:

He definitely is a fan of doggy style, when you do doggy he like to put you in a chokehold

Likes to tie you up

He’s dominant that’s a fact, if you want to top him you gotta plead a little bit

Will ask to try new things a lot

Loves getting head more than giving it I feel like

Likes to cum in you or on your stomach

Overstimulation king 👑

Has a mushroom tip🫥

Tbh gives no fucks about ppl being around like he has fingered you in front of a train full of people

He hates condoms but doesn’t want kids so you better be on the pill or ready for the consequences

Degrades you and call you shit like:

“Slut”

“Whore”

“Cock sleeve”

“Cum dump”

But he also will mix nicer pet names in like:

“Pretty girl”

“Hot stuff”

“Sugar”

“Baby”

“Good lookin’”

He sucks with aftercare ngl

Most he’ll do is bring you water and cuddle a bit

Tbh that’s all I can think of😭😭😭

[glow-worms-are-believers]

End in View (dp x dc)

The rooftop is rough beneath Dani and the cold seeps through the gravel and through her layers of clothing as she lays there, breathing. There are no stars visible in the sky. Maybe it’s the rainclouds, maybe it’s the Gotham smog, she doesn’t know. It’s a shame in any case. She’s never liked the stars like Danny does but she still appreciates a little stargazing here and then.

She hears a zipping sound in the distance coming closer, then there’s a thump a bit further away from her on the rooftop and Dani cranes her neck. She sees the upside-down image of a masked man in a skintight black-and-blue suit. She knows him, Might-wings or something. She drops her head, looking back up into the dark sky.

“Hey kiddo, what’re you doing?” The man asks as she hears him walk a little closer.

“Dying,” she says wryly.

Worst part is that it’s true. Her unstable mess of a body is breaking down. She’s taking ecto-shots every morning now instead of every month like when she was twelve years old. Soon the only thing that’ll be able to sustain her properly will be the Infinite Realm and its constant ambient ectoplasm. And even then, she knows it won’t be enough. She’s seen Frostbite’s face after her latest check-up and she saw Danny’s knuckles go white after the yeti repeated for him what he told her.

“Aren’t we all?” The vigilante teases back.

Dani huffs a bit, though her mind is only half-there. This in-between state is dangerous for you. You cannot continue like this for long.

“I happen to have a timeline though, thank you very much,” Dani says and she tries for levity but the words ring too true for that.

What are you saying?

You have to die. Fully.

The vigilante’s breath hitches before he lets out a small “Oh.”

“Doctor says I’ve got about two months,” Dani says casually. “So, I figured I’d see the sights. Travel around a bit.”

“What about your parents?” The man asks, sitting down.

“My dad will be glad when I’m gone,” Dani answers and ignores the pinch to the heart the thought induces.

There’s a silence that stretches for a bit before he breaks it. “That’s awful,” he says quietly.

“It’s whatever. I’ve got my brother anyways.” Dani shrugs. “He’s stuck back home but he’ll come by when he can, which, knowing the kind of shit that goes down back home, won’t be often.” She pauses. “Not like I need him for the list.”

“The list?” The black-and-blue vigilante - Heightwing? - asks.

“My list of things to do before I die,” Dani says. “You know: get drunk, learn to knit, rob a bank. Normal teenager stuff.”

“Anything your local vigilante could help with?”

“You offering?”

“Sure,” he says.

Dani sits up and she sees the vigilante - Nightwing! That’s it! - do the same. She squints into the white lens and he stares back calmly.

“I want to go to Batburger,” she decides. “I want to try the fries.”

He gives her a blinding smile.

“Coming right up,” he chirps before getting out a sleek-looking grapple gun and holds out his other hand. “Ready to fly?”

“Born ready,” she says and takes his hand.

[darkpetal16]

Hi!! What about some head cannons for underfell gastor?

(Love you and your games!! <3)

Ok!

He’s a narcissistic ass. There is no getting around this. He’s got the ego of a man who’s never been wrong (although he has), and the stubbornness of a bull. He believes he is superior to every other monster and human.

He’s obsessive. When he finds something interesting to him, he will devote himself body, mind, and SOUL to it. Even if it costs him his life and/or sanity to obtain it, that is a price he’s willing to pay.

These attributes are painfully exasperated with the higher his LVL reaches. After reaching double digits, he’ll occasionally dissociate for multiple days in a row. When dissociated, he goes into “autopilot” mode where he focuses entirely on his research without eating or sleeping. It’s difficult to break out of this state. Usually Sans or Papyrus have to help him.

He can be charismatic and suave when the moment suits him. A lot of monsters in the underground have had a crush on him. He can be flirtatious in a way that people think he’s flirting with them. . . But also maybe not? They can’t outright tell but they do know he makes them feel special. When it benefits him.

The ONLY way he will accept a romantic partner is if they are his SOULMATE. He thinks too highly of himself, and loves his research too much to indulge in anything less.

That being said, his father raised him to conduct himself as a gentleman in public. He will be polite and act respectful, even if he’s inwardly complaining and rolling his eyelights.

He does love his family. Family > Science > Himself > Everything else.

As a romantic partner he’s physically affectionate. He won’t be satisfied with simple hand holding but would crave full on lap sitting while working, or prolonged hugs that turn into nuzzles.

He is either your blanket when sleeping, or you are his. There is no in between.

His narcissism prevents him from feeling jealous, but if he sees someone overtly disrespecting the relationship he will turn hostile.

This hostility can also be triggered by you being hurt, emotionally or physically (Goodness gracious if someone actually laid their hands on you . . . Death would be a mercy).

Enjoys spontaneity over planned events. He may gripe about sudden interruptions from his work, but if it’s to spend time with you or his brothers he’ll secretly enjoy it (the exception being during a dissociative episode).

Is absolutely the type to randomly show up at your work / class and whisk you away from a surprise vacation just the two of you.

Will enable you so, so often. Anything short of life-threatening or harming his brothers, you get his stamp of approval. He will actively help you cause chaos if you want. You want to rob a bank? He’ll be your get away driver. You want to go camping? He’ll learn how to forage. You want to put a whoopee cushion under Asgore? He’ll distract for you. You want to build a solar powered motor bike? He’ll drag Sans in and it is getting done this very weekend.

Loves, loves, loves to tease you. Nothing pleases him more than getting a flustered reaction. Even if you wittily respond back, he won’t stop until he can feel the heat from your cheeks when he nuzzles you.

PLAY THE GAME HERE FOR HIS ROMANCE

MASTERLIST

[novosg]

Who’s Your Friend? Pt 2

More Hobie x femMorales!reader and more protective Miles

This was really hard to write and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you guys enjoy it regardless.

Fluff, SFW, written with black!fem reader in mind, 2.1k words (😭)

The next time you see Hobie is at a party on the roof of your building. It was somebody’s birthday or promotion party, you didn’t know which and couldn’t find it in yourself to ask around and find out. If everyone started singing you’d just join in. The evening sun cast a lovely hue amongst everyone as the bass from Benny’s speaker reverberated through the air.

You’re pouring yourself another drink when your mother comes up next to you.

You smiled at her. “Hey, Mami, what’s up?”

She replied with a slight shake of her head as her eyes scanned the crowd. “Hi, baby. Have you seen your brother?”

Briefly, you thought back to the text Miles had sent you over twenty minutes ago, promising to be there soon. You had no idea what was keeping him but you could certainly think of a few things. Things that your parents definitely can’t know about.

So, you settled for, “No, I haven’t. But I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” She patted your arm in thanks before walking off, no doubt to ask others the same question.

As you watched her leave you pulled your phone out, ready to text Miles once more and find out where he was, but the sound of a door opening caught your attention. You turned and spotted your brother, along with three other familiar faces, stepping out onto the floor. Miles caught your eye and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Miles moved to greet you, but Gwen and Pavitr beat him to it, practically rushing towards you. Eager words spilled from their lips as they came to a stop in front of you, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“It’s nice to see you guys again too,” you said with a smile. They were still chattering away until Miles came forward, slipping in between the two of them.

“Hey, did mom and dad say anything yet?” He asked. You simply shrugged.

“Mom asked where you were not too long ago. Better go see her and let her know you’re here.

What took you so long anyways?”

Miles sighed heavily at the question as he shook his head. “Just some guys tryna rob a bank.” Then, more proudly he added, “I handled it though.”

Gwen cut in, letting out an amused scoff. “You handled it? If it weren’t for me and Hobie—“

Pav chimed in as well. “Don’t forget I’m the one who disarmed them all,” he boasted with a grin.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you watched him and his friends bicker. It made you happy to see him being just Miles for once. Not Spider-Man #2. But your stubborn, little brother.

Hobie, who had been quiet for the majority of the exchange, looked over at you. He moved from behind the others to stand next to you, one of his elbows nudging yours. Your eyes turned up and he smiled down at you, his piercing rising with the curve of his lips.

“Hey,” he said softly. You couldn’t help but smile right back, willing the butterflies in your stomach to calm down.

“Hi,” you replied, equally as soft. You couldn’t deny it, you were smitten. In the short time you had known him, he had left an impression that had left your heart reeling and your affection towards him bordering on puppy love.

You were so smitten, in fact, you had taken to pestering Miles about him.

Every time you asked how Hobie was doing, or when his friends were stopping by again, you were met with the same reaction.

An irritated glare or sigh, followed by your brother grounding out, “He’s fine,” or, “Why do you need to know?” You were genuinely curious, but at some point you also started asking just to see the looks on Miles’ face.

The same Miles who was suddenly grabbing Hobie by the arm and practically dragging him away. He sent a smug look your way while you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Gonna take these guys to meet mom and dad. Don’t worry, we’ll be right back,” he jeered.

Hobie simply looked amused as Miles tugged him away while Pavitr perked up.

“We finally get to meet your parents? Let’s go!” He beamed. Gwen, on the other hand, couldn’t look more uncomfortable with the idea if she tried.

You vaguely remembered your mother calling you about some “white girl your brother had brought home.” Though she told you the girl’s name was “Gwanda” you were beginning to figure that wasn’t the case.

Hobie looked back at you, giving you a small wave as Miles slipped behind him, resorting to pushing the taller boy.

“Walk,” you heard him grumble. You and Hobie both laughed at his antics, but you waved back all the same, watching him disappear into the crowd of people.

By the time Hobie had managed to sneak away from everyone the sky had dimmed, turning a darker shade of blue with every passing hour. Fortunately, the party was still in high spirits.

Which gave the two of you a good enough chance to head underneath the water tower on the far side of the roof.

Miles eyed the two of you from his spot near the tables, the plate of food in his hands forgotten. Pavitr and Gwen were talking about something, but they grew quiet at the lack of Miles’ input. They followed his line of sight and Pavitr let out an amused laugh which was enough to catch Miles’ attention.

“What?” He asked, brows furrowed.

“I should’ve known. Hobie was dying to see her again,” Pav admitted as Miles let out a shocked “what?”

Gwen smacked Pav’s shoulder, but even she was grinning. “I wouldn’t stress over it, Miles. At least they look cute together,” she added, a playful lilt to her voice.

Miles shook his head, setting his plate down as he waved a hand dismissively. “Okay, not having this conversation right now. Or ever.” He huffed, already wracking his brain at the thought of Hobie dying to see you again.

You carefully twirled Hobie’s watch in your hands, rubbing your thumb alongside it. He leaned casually against the railing beside you, back against it as he looked out across the ongoing party.

“So, this watch lets you go anywhere you want? Anywhere at all?” You asked, glancing up at him. He nodded, turning his gaze towards you.

“Yeah. Also helps stop that glitching mess.” At your look of confusion he added, “It’s what happens to our bodies whenever we’re in a dimension that isn’t ours. It sucks, by the way. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

You let out an amused huff, lips parting as you mumbled a quiet “ah.” You straightened up and handed the device back to him, your fingers brushing together gently.

He strapped it to his wrist, dark eyes sliding back over to you. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before his lips turned up into a small smirk. “Lets us go anywhere at any time too.”

You smiled, mirroring his stance as you leaned against the railing as well. You had a feeling where this was going, but you just wanted to make sure. “Any time, huh? So you just come and go whenever?”

“Oh, yeah. I get to do whatever I want. Go wherever I want.” He paused before saying, “See whoever I want.

You hummed, feeling your heart stutter from the way he was looking at you. “Now that sounds nice.”

Hobie’s grin only widened as he nodded with a slight shrug. He shifted a bit closer, almost imperceptibly so. “It’s real nice. All that matters is what you do with it.”

“So…if there was someone who wanted to keep seeing you,” you leaned in a bit closer as well, an invisible force practically pulling you towards him, “You could make it happen?”

Hobie nodded, eyes and smile softening. “All they’d have to do is say the word.”

Your own smile turned sheepish as you tapped your fingers nervously against your thigh. “Well…”

You stopped once you noticed Hobie’s back straighten, a crease forming in his brow as he leaned away suddenly. Not even a second later your mom was popping into view and you groaned, already having a bad feeling.

“Hi! Just wanted to come and see how things were going. Making sure you guys are all good up here,” your mother said warmly, swinging a leg over the railing. Your father was right behind her, grunting as he pulled himself upward. Hobie moved to stand on your other side, watching the scene play out almost amusedly.

“Mrs Morales,” he said coolly. His eyes turned to your father, who raised an expectant brow at the punk beside you once their eyes met.

Hobie’s jaw clenched, as if he was having some sort of internal battle with himself. After a moment of a stare down that felt far too tense, his eyes darted over to you briefly before he looked away and muttered out, “Mr. Morales,” almost begrudgingly so.

Your father let out a humph, bumping his shoulder against your moms. “Oh, look at that, hon, he got it right this time. But yeah we, uh, noticed you guys weren’t with the group so we wanted to see what that was all about.”

You reached out and gently grabbed Hobie’s arm, trying to ignore the lithe muscle you felt under your palm. “We were just about to head back down, actually.”

“Oh good. Good,” your father nodded while your mom let out an “ah,” her eyes darting down to where your hands held onto Hobie. “Well, don’t let us hold you up. Me and your mom might be turning in soon, anyways. Got a busy day tomorrow, y’know, being a cop and all,” he stated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes while Hobie merely raised an unimpressed brow.

“Mhm. Got it,” you mumbled, already moving past him. You pretended not to see the humored look on your mother’s face as the two of you descended down from the water tower.

Once your feet touched the roof you led Hobie further into the crowd, throwing a glance behind you as you let out a sigh. Above you, you heard a low chuckle.

You couldn’t help but join him, lips parting into a grin. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”

He shrugged, eyes alight with mirth. “Little bit.” The two of you came up to the tables before stopping. You quickly remembered you were still holding to his arm and retracted your hands, settling for folding your arms over your chest.

Hobie tilted his head and eyed you as you tapped your fingers against your elbow. “I’m sorry about him. He can just be a little…overprotective. Even though I’m eighteen and, unlike Miles, actually an adult,” you muttered.

Hobie smirked and shook his head slightly. “It’s fine. It’s good they look out for you like that. But, listen, about earlier,” he paused, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. You realized it was your first time seeing him genuinely nervous, albeit just a little bit.

“It’s just…I wanna see you again. And, tell me if I got this wrong, you wanna see me again too.” At your small nod he continued. “Well, there’s a band I like playing a show soon in my dimension. Figured I could sneak us in the venue, we’d watch ‘em together? It’d be a loft view. Can’t get it nowhere else.”

You smiled, your brightest one of the night, as those butterflies in your gut came back at full force. You shrugged, pretending to consider it.

“I don’t know. A trip to a new dimension and…a date?” When Hobie matched your smile with one of his own you were sold. You had been from the beginning. “I think that sounds perfect.”

“Cool,” he uttered. “I’ll get you a day pass, you break the news to that brother of yours—”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” you groaned and he laughed, picking up a nearby drink.

“And I’ll pick you up when the time’s right,” he concluded. You dipped your head in agreement, already feeling anticipation building within you.

“I’d like that,” you affirmed softly. Hobie’s smirk disappeared behind the can as he rose it to his lips, but his eyes never left yours.

That was until Miles practically popped up between you two, his eyes bouncing back and forth. Pav and Gwen were right on his heels, seeming eager about something as they also eyed you both. He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Hey, guys. Everything okay?” He asked, trying to appear nonchalant despite his wary tone.

Hobie nodded, his gaze falling back on you. His lips curled upward and you had to bite back a grin of your own.

“Yeah. Everything’s great, bro.”

[padawansuggest]

Star Wars discourse would be like ‘AITA for telling my roommate it’s cultural appropriation for him to have a Padawan Braid and that he needs to cut it off but he claims he can’t because his true master hasn’t decided it’s time yet and I asked him who his master was and he said it was a girl he met on Craig’s Space List who demands he pay 50 credits a week to send him his weekly training instructions and that soon he’ll be a Jedi knight???’ And the post-edit is OP saying the roommate got arrested for trying to rob a bank or something and he’s in an asylum ward now.

Anyways. Jedi Padawan 23M was an icon and we stan.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part One 💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Endeavor x Hawks! 🔥🦅

Note: Smut alert!!! Strictly A18+ ONLY!

Genre: Smut

CW: MDNI!, spicy scenes, sexual tension, semi-public sex, domination, degradation kink, hand job, oral sex (giving + receiving), fingering

🔥Link to My Master List 🔥

It’s been another long day on patrol.

The past 12 hours have been spent relentlessly chasing down villains and various wrong-doers across the city. Enji is absolutely exhausted.  In one day alone he has used 14 flash fire fists. He’s getting older, and it’s not as easy to pull out repetitive Ultimate Moves as it used to be. His whole body is aching – particularly his wrists and fists which have taken the brunt of battle.

He cracks his neck as he walks through his buzzing agency. He’s bone tired, and in desperate need of a massage. He wishes desperately for home – for the big California king bed in his bedroom at the Todoroki estate. Unfortunately, it’s late and he has a slew of meetings scheduled for the following morning. His crash pad at the agency will have to suffice tonight.

He stalks down the hallway towards his office, brooding. Moe Kamiji falls into step next to him, holding a clipboard. Her expression is steely – she knows her boss is in a bad mood, but she’s still going to make him talk.

“What is it, Burnin’?” Enji sighs, sparing her a glance. Kamiji has proven herself time and time again to be one of the most valuable sidekicks at the Endeavor agency. Of the 30 flaming side-kickers on staff, quirk isn’t definitely isn’t the most powerful. However, she is tenacious and crafty. Her strategic mind and ability to think on her feet in tough situations has made her indispensible to the team. Enji has personally invested time into her development as a young Pro Hero this past year, nurturuing her bright spark. It’s for these reasons that Enji doesn’t immediately wave her away. He knows that the young woman would only approach him with important matters.

“Mr. Endeavor, sir. I have a report from section 23 – there was a bank robbery by a villain with a spider quirk - ”

“Spider quirk? Meaning he has 8 legs, or meaning he controls spiders? Lead with the important details, Burnin’.” Even when exhausted, Enji can’t help but coach his young protégé. He sees a flicker of annoyance in her eyes at the quick correction, her fiery green hair flaring a bit in aggravation.

“Right, sir. The villain had 8 legs and could produce a strong, web-like material from his fingertips. He had incapacitated the entire bank staff and 12 civilians before he was stopped. He was caught while trying to rob the bank’s safe and was turned over to the authorities.”

Enji nods, sounds like a relatively clean wrap up. What he doesn’t understand is why Kamiji is informing him of this incident – if it was so easily handled by his team, surely he can just read through the paperwork in the morning?

“Who handled the fight and subsequent arrest?” Enji turns to peer over her clipboard in hopes of gleaning some intel.

“Well that’s just the problem, sir. Hawks flew in and handled it as we arrived on the scene. So I needed you to sign-off on this paperwork to identify the incident as a team-up between the Hawks and Endeavor agencies.” Kamiji looks up at him searchingly, curious to see how he’ll react. For a brief moment, all fatigue is wiped from Enji’s brain as he processes this information.

“But I didn’t authorize a team-up with Hawks.” Enji says slowly – the last time that he saw the winged hero was when Hawks had showed up unannounced to pass along some cryptic intel about the League of Villains more than a month ago. In fact, Enji hasn’t seen nor heard from the 22 year old since. Enji has been meaning to reach out and track down the damn bird for at least a week.

“We know, sir. He claims he just wanted to drop by to say a quick hello to the Number One hero.” Kamiji’s tone is flat, she clearly doesn’t know what to make of this surprise appearance either.

“Is he here now?” They’ve reached Enji’s office – he scans his badge and the lock unclicks. He pushes open the heavy fireproof doors, half-expecting to see Hawks lounging behind his desk with a cheeky grin plastered across his youthful face. Enji is almost disappointed when he sees the office is completely empty.

“Yes.” Kamiji enters the office a few paces behind him, she remains standing as her boss removes his plated armor wrist braces and takes a seat behind a massive (fire-proofed) oak desk. “He didn’t have any accommodations so we put him up in one of the guest rooms in the Sidekick dormitories.”

Enji practically rolls his eyes at this news. Classic Hawks – making himself comfortable at someone else’s expense.

“Send a message to his room – I’ll see him first thing tomorrow. Have my assistant set a meeting on my calendar. I’ll need to remind him that it’s not polite to show up in another hero’s territory unannounced.” Enji sits for a moment, thoughtful. The old Endeavor would have blown up at this situation – a situation that once-upon-a-time he would have interpreted to be a clear sign of disrespect by a peer. He takes a deep breath, centering himself. Enji reminds himself that he’s different now, and focuses on embodying the kind of man he is trying to be. “Please also have my assistant order him dinner on my credit card. I’m sure the kid was moving so fast that he forgot to eat again. He likes fried chicken.”

If Burnin’ finds his request out of the norm, her expression doesn’t show it. “Of course, sir. Before I go – can you sign these forms to retroactively authorize the team-up?”

“Of course. Thank you for your hard work today.” Enji accepts the clipboard he passes her, adding his initials to three spots across the page.

“Thank you, sir. Have a good night.” Kamiji bows deeply before exiting the office. Endeavor sighs deeply and looks across the room to an elegant clock on the wall.

“Hawks…what have you gotten yourself into this time?” He wonders aloud.

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It’s already well past eleven by the time Enji enters his agency’s locker room for a much needed shower. It’s a Wednesday night in between shifts, so most of the staff is either on patrol or asleep. Finally, he is blissfully alone.

He takes in the large, luxurious locker room. When he started building his agency, he ensured that the facilities would be a luxurious retreat for his employees. Rows of neat navy blue lockers flank the entryway.  The cleaning staff must have recently done a sweep of the space, because the white floor tiles glisten as he switches on the light.

Enji takes his time walking to his assigned locker, pausing for a moment to smile softly at the engraved nameplate one of his sidekicks has had welded to the blue metal. Beneath his name, the words “Flame Boss” have been engraved in a stylized font. It had initially been a practical joke – when the spa-like bathroom facilities were being built, a daring sidekick had dared his friend to sneak in and alter Endeavor’s locker nameplate. When Endeavor had seen the engraving, his initial action had been one of rage – how dare his sidekicks deface his property in a blatant show of disrespect! But once he had cooled down, he quickly realized that the engraving had come from a sense of commradery. Now  the “Flame Boss” engraving brought a spark of warmth to Enji’s heart whenever he saw it.

Enji slowly removes his costume. He’s sore, so it takes a long time to discard the heavy metal plates and skin-tight fabric that make up his hero uniform. He hangs the pieces up in his broad locker, then strips himself naked. He gazes in his locker’s small mirror, taking in the faint bags beneath his tired eyes. There’s a cut beneath his chin that needs cleaning, and a light bruise is blooming across his right pectoral. His body is the same as ever – thick, defined muscles wrapped around his large, pale frame. He frowns for a moment, thinking he might see a few strands of grey cropping up in his bright red hair.

Ready for a shower, Enji moves into the bathing area of the sprawling facility. Past the lockers, a short hallway leads off into the shower room and the steam room. There’s a shelf midway down the hall piled high with fluffy white towels and long bathrobes. Enji pads his way down the hall to grab a fresh towel. He’s naked save for his soft slippers. The rest of the company is either working or sleeping, so he doesn’t feel the need to wrap a towel around his waist.

The shower room is fairly large - a massive tiled room with 10 showerheads protruding from the right wall. Since the area is dedicated solely to men, there are no curtains or barriers between the showers. Each showerhead has a dedicated shampoo and body wash dispenser mounted to the wall beneath it.

Enji selects his favored shower – the showerhead and faucet furthest away from the door. He sighs deeply, content, as he turns the knob to its hottest setting. Thick steam fills the room. Enji steps beneath the heavy stream of water and sighs contentedly as the torrent of heat rolls across his skin. He closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle way the water beads and runs across his substantial frame.

“Oh, hey there Number One!”

Ugh, it’s Hawks.

The twenty-something hero has been a thorn in his side for a few months now – constantly popping up unannounced with cryptic warnings and infuriating sarcasm. What’s got Enji shaken up even more is the way that Hawks has started openly flirting with him. The Number 2 Hero is constantly in Enji’s personal space – touching him, joking around at him, making eyes at him. It’s enough to drive any self respecting hero insane.

Currently, the winged hero is giving Endeavor a sort of appraising look. He’s got that stupid vacant smile on his face as he takes in the scene.

“What are you doing here?” Enji moves to grab his towel off its hook to quickly cover his waist. When Hawks shows up, things are never good.

Hawks himself is bare-chested, standing in nothing but tight black boxers. The underwear hugs his chiseled frame almost sinfully, leaving little to imagination. He shifts on his feat, his package lightly bouncing with the movement. Enji quickly tears his eyes away from his comrade’s crotch, his eyes landing instead on the small zippered bag  perched in Hawks’ hand. It looks to be a waterproof travel toiletry kit. A small silver “H” is embroidered on the side.

“Relax, Endeavor! I was just in the area fighting a villain and thought I’d pop by to say hi. Your assistant told me I could use the facilities to rinse off – I hope you don’t mind.” He raises his eyebrows at the last part, smiling as he glances down at Enji’s covered waist.

Hawks saunters over to the other side of the shower area, pointedly choosing the showerhead furthest away from Enji. He sets down his small kit on one of the available shelves and unzips it, pulling out a few different travel sized bottles.

Probably some stupid trendy hair products, that damn bird is always preening himself. Enji rolls his eyes, deciding to ignore the winged hero the best he can. The sooner he washes up, the sooner he can get to bed and recover from the long toils of the day.

Enji refocuses. Now that Hawks is a comfortable distance away, he removes his towel and hangs it back on its designated hook. Steam fills the room as he turns the shower to its hottest setting. He reaches for the generic shampoo that the agency provides and begins lathering his hair. The hot water hits his back and instantly he feels his muscles relaxing. He lets his mind go blank as he savors the feel of the water in his hair, on his skin. What a day it’s been.

Enji settles into his typical routine – lather, rinse, repeat. An unexpected noise drifts along the shower room: a soft moan is rebounding around the acoustics of the facility, warbling beneath the sound of the pitter-patter of the shower water. He’s jerked from his relaxing state and looks over at Hawks, annoyed. His eyes widen in surprise at the image before him:

Hawks stands, expectedly naked under a stream of hot water. What’s unexpected: he’s slowly working at his semi-hard cock with one hand as he flips the top off of a small bottle from his travel kit with the other. Enji’s jaw drops at the scene.

After a few moments, Hawks feels Enji’s eyes on him and looks over lazily, head cocked to the side. He doesn’t wait for the Flame Hero to speak, but plows right into an explanation. “Kind of a post-battle ritual of mine. It’s the only way to kind of “reset” my nervous system after the stress of combat.” He pauses, gauging Enji’s reaction before adding as an afterthought: “Hope you don’t mind, Endeavor.”

“Of course not.” The words fly out of Enji’s mouth before he can stop them. The red-haired hero shifts awkwardly and looks away. Of course he has a fucking problem with what’s happening here! Hawks is pornographically pleasuring himself in an employee facility! On one hand, Enji is absolutely appalled at the gross disrespect Hawks has for Endeavor and his agency. On the other, he completely understands Hawks’ so called “ritual.” Everyone has different ways of unwinding after battle. It’s a hard job that they do, after all.

Several feet over, Hawks squeezes the contents of the tiny bottle into his hand. A thick, clear substance flows easily into his palm. “It’s lube. I bring it with me when I’m out of town – it’s a very specific formula that allows me to get justttt the right stroke in.”  He reaches down to apply some of the lube to his already-hard dick. His eyes flutter shut as he begins to coat his hard dick with the lubricant.

 “Jeez….yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Enji tries to ignore him, blowing steam out his nose. What an annoying bird! He glances back over and sees that Hawks is now looking directly at him, stroking that stiff cock of his.

“You wanna try some?” Hawks asks, indicating the small bottle of supposedly special lube.

“What?” Enji asks in absolute disbelief.

“You heard me.” Hawks’ face has broken into a sly smile. He drops his dick and starts to slowly saunter towards Enji’s shower area. Within a few strides he’s next to Enji, holding the lube bottle out like a peace offering.

“Why the hell would I want that?” Enji huffs, uncomfortable of the general nakedness in the room.

“To help you let loose! You’re wayyyy too high-strung Number One. You need to clear out the ‘ole pipes!” Hawks’ grin is nauseatingly shit-eating as he says this. Enji wants to smack the bottle out of his hand and then give the 22 year-old a smack across the face for good measure.

“Hawks.” Enji fumes, “Go back to your shower and I’ll forget this conversation ever happened. I’ll even let you pleasuring yourself publically slide since you did my agency a favor today. Now get out of my face and leave me alone.” Enji resumes lathering his hair, hoping the blonde will take the hint and go the hell away. After a moment, he looks up to check – only to see that the Winged Hero is glued to the spot, hand still outstretched with his X-rated offering of lube. The shorter hero’s eyes are a bit glassy, a storm of emotion rolling across his retinas. When he speaks, his tone has completely changed – it’s softer, almost gravely.

“I mean it, Number One. You’ll be able to unwind so much more easily if you just rub one out. In fact…” Hawks pauses to lick his lips, his pink tongue darting across his even cupid’s bow. “…I could do it for you, if you want.”

Silence. Enji stops shampooing his hair.

It’s as if all of the air has been sucked out of the room as Hawks’ words reverberate against the shower’ room’s flawless acoustics. Did he just offer to…?

“…what?” Enji chokes out, flabbergasted.

Hawks drops his arm and lets the bottle hang at his side. His cock is erect and shiny, still covered with a thick coat of lubricant. In his disbelief, Enji can’t take his eyes off of it.

“How about it, Endeavor?” Hawks’ gravely voice is honeyed and sweet. “All you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I promise – I’m really good at it. I can make you cum in a few minutes if you’d like.”

“Hawks!” Enji blusters, reaching blindly for his towel as Hawks takes a step towards him.

“I know you want me.” Hawks’ eyes are a deep, liquid golden and filled with curiosity as he takes an obvious look at Enji’s package. “I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. Sidelong glances at team up briefings, checking out my ass before we go in for joint interviews with the newscasters. And look – you’re half-hard just at the prospect of me getting you off.” And it’s true – Enji looks down and sees that his own dick is growing increasingly harder as the conversation continues. He moves to cover himself with a single large hand. The damn towel is just out of reach.

Hawks flaps his wet wings, splattering Enji with tiny raindrops of hot water. He lifts off the ground a bit, coming towards the Flame Hero. Enji steps backward quickly to avoid a collision. Within moments, his back is against the warm tiled shower wall as Hawks hovers in front of him, contemplatively.

“You want me.” Hawks doesn’t say it as a question, but rather states it as a hard, biting fact. The Winged Hero’s mouth curves into a teasing smile when Enji doesn’t argue.

Of course Enji wants Hawks.

For months he’s been taking more and more notice of just how…attractive he finds the younger hero. Typically civilians, reporters and peers are too intimidated by Enji to flirt with him. And yet Hawks does. Hawks has been a massive flirt since their first encounter – he pushes and prods and smirks in that unique, infuriating way of his. He has never been afraid of Enji – and to a hero who has never known tenderness from others…that is so incredibly sexy.

“Shut up, Hawks.” If looks could kill, Endeavor’s glare would have Hawks buried 6 feet down in a grave. This makes Hawks’ smile grow impossibly larger. He’s hovering at eyelevel with Enji, his wings flapping powerfully behind him to keep him alight. Hawks moves impossibly closer until the two are a breath apart.

“You’re such a noble man, Number One. You saved – what – 40 people today? Let yourself relax. Take what you want.” Hawks whispers smoothly, his breath damp and hot against Enji’s face.

Enji closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trying to regulate himself to keep his face from bursting into flames from the sheer intensity of this exchange. Hawks notices the shift and moves to give the larger hero airspace. He drops to the ground, letting his wings fall into their typical resting place behind his back.

Enji takes a few deep, calming breaths before he opens his eyes and looks down at the now-grounded Hawks.

“We can’t.” He says stiffly, shifting on his feet. He feels his now fully-erect length bounce against his toned stomach.

Hawks looks up into Enji’s piercing eyes and shrugs.

“Fine, we won’t hook up. But you’re hard as a rock right now, Number One. You’re going to need to jerk yourself off to get rid of that before you walk through the halls of your agency. One look at that hard-on and your employees are slapping you with a sexual harassment case.” Hawks points down at Enji’s dick without looking. The Flame Hero groans in embarrassment and exasperation. He can feel his cheeks flush at the comment – if it wasn’t apparent that he was into Hawks before, it’s undeniably clear now. His hard cock is a blatant acknowledgement of his attraction to the Wing Hero.

Hawks, as usual, continues to do all the talking.

“Okay, let’s compromise.” He says, looking Enji straight in the eye. The blonde pops open the bottle of the tube in his hands and makes a show of pouring a glob of thick gel into his left palm. “I’ll start you off, and then you finish the job.”

“What!? Wait, Hawks - ” But Enji finds he can’t finish his sentance as he’s overcome with the feeling of Hawks’ lubed up hand sliding down to the base of his cock. His eyes widen in horror as he watches the blonde spread lube across his impossibly hard erection and begin to slowly jerk him off. He then glides his hand up the length of Enji’s cock, pumping just beneath the sensitive head a few times before sliding back towards his balls.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” Hawks’ voice is syrupy, but there’s a serious undertone to it. Enji can tell that for once, the blonde is being sincere.

Enji says nothing.

Hawks takes this as permission to continue. He works at Eni’s cock for a handful of moments in a way that makes the larger hero see stars. After a few minutes, Hawks drops to his knees for a better vantage point – allowing for easier access to Enji’s cock and balls with his capable hands. Enji is absolutely melting into the tile wall behind him. He can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this. Hawks is so confident in his delivery – he seems to know exactly where to touch to maximize Enji’s gratification.

As usual, Hawks has a wide smile plastered on his face. He’s clearly enjoying the view as he looks up at the imposing planes of Enji’s muscled body from his place on the ground.

“Alright, Endeavor. Let’s see how you like the Fierce Wings Tremor. It’s a special move I’ve been working on.” A small feather detaches itself from Hawks’ wings and flutters down beneath Enji’s balls; it flattens itself against his testicles and begins to lightly vibrate. Hawks continues to pump Enji’s cock, and the red-haired hero can’t help but let out a soft moan at the incredible combination of sensations.

“That’s so hot Number One. Keep making that noise.” Hawks practically moans himself as he feels Enji’s member twitch between his fingers. He stares, eyes wide, as he admires just how thick and hot the Flame Hero’s massive cock is. He’s enjoying the way he’s making Endeavor into a large, sex-starved mess. Enji lets out a long, low moan as the blonde rolls a lubed-up finger across the head of his cock. Hawks licks his lips, pausing before he asks an unthinkable question. “Endeavor…mind if I suck your dick?”

Enji goes silent. Hawks notices the way the older hero’s body is suddenly tense again. Endeavor’s wall is back up.

“Hey – it’s fine. We can just keep doing this.” Hawks soothes, continuing to tug at his colleague’s length.

“Hawks…we should stop.” Enji’s voice is almost an octave lower than usual. His eyes are a bit glazed over - a mixture of exhaustion and desire making them hazy.

“But Number One, I’m just getting started!” Hawks says airily. “Let me at least make you cum. I can do it so much faster if you let me use my mouth a little.”

Enji sighs deeply, steeling himself. “Hawks. You know my wife has been hospitalized for quite some time. This isn’t something I’m used to – it’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with someone, my lust clearly is impairing my judgment here. So well I’m flattered that you want to do this, I think this is a good stopping point.”

Hawks lets his feather drop away from Enji’s balls. It flies up and returns to it’s allotted spot on the underside of his left wing.

“Oh…you mean you haven’t…since you and your wife?” Hawks’ eyes widen a bit in understanding. “You mean no one’s gone down on you in like…what – 10 years?!”

Enji shifts uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze.

“Hold on Number One – have you ever gotten your dick sucked!? It seems like you were fine with all of this until I mentioned giving you a BJ.” Hawks says incredulously. Enji can understand his disbelief. Hawks is young – he’s 22 and horny. He’s likely only been having sex for a few years now so it’s all still new and fuzzy and electric. Enji remembers being young like that – making out with a classmate his last year at UA in order to get closer to her Pro Hero father, losing his virginity in the back office of his work study to a much older Pro Hero to get put on better cases and patrols. These few sexual experiences had been relatively quick and emotionless for Enji.

The truth is – he and Rei had gotten married so young and for the sole purpose of producing strong, unbeatable Todoroki heirs. Nights with Rei had been purely transactional. The couple had done what was necessary to create a child, and no more. Sex for Enji had never been focused on pleasure – it had become a tool to get what he wanted.

And yet…he remembers how he had felt in his twenties: being so horny he could barely stand it. There were nights he couldn’t wait to get home from work to fuck his wife just for the feel of her tight around his cock. He looks back at those memories now, ashamed at the way he had always put his needs above her own. His wife had deserved an attentive lover, not someone who was always taking. He was always just showing up to her bed to get off and plant his seed.

“Hey, Number One – you tired? You’re zoning out on me.” Hawks snaps Enji’s thoughts back to the present with his sarcastic, lazy drawl.

“To answer your question truthfully…no, I’ve never had oral sex.”

Hawks throws his head back and laughs. It’s not mocking though – he seems more tickled with the situation than anything.

“Well lucky me – first one to suck off Endeavor.”

Enji’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“You can’t seriously mean you’re going to - ” But he’s cut off by the achingly wonderful sensation of Hawks’ mouth on his dick. The winged hero has slipped his lips around the mushroom head of Enji’s thick cock, and is sucking softly. He looks up at Endeavor, his eyes mischievous.

“Hawks, we can’t do this.” Enji says firmly. His dick is saying otherwise – pleasure the likes of which Enji has never known is coursing through his length as Hawks uses his tongue to swirl circles around Enji’s tip.

Hawks extricates himself from Enji’s cock with a wickedly wet “pop” of his lips. He tilts his head to the side and looks up questioningly at the Number One hero.

“Why not?” He says simply. Enji meets his gaze and doesn’t miss the way that the winged hero’s pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Well for one, this facility is open to all of the male heroes in my employ. This is not a private setting whatsoever.”

Hawks shrugs. “I don’t mind getting caught. Besides, if any of your sidekicks tattle on us, no one will believe them. The top two heroes going at it? Ha! Even I can’t believe it – and I’ve got your dick in my hand right now.”

Enji cocks an eyebrow. “Your indifference to this is insane.”

“I’m very chill. Sue me.” Hawks takes a moment to roll his shoulders and shake out his wings. “But if it would make you uncomfortable, I can post some feathers outside the door so we get plenty of warning if someone decides to come this way.” Instantly, two tiny feathers shoot out from Hawks’ wings – zinging through the hallway, past the lockers and out of sight.

Hawks looks up at Endeavor with shining eyes of gold, his expression hard to read. “Better?”

Endeavor huffs. “Not quite. Hawks - we’re colleagues. This is inappropriate. Think of what people would say if they found out.”

Hawks snorts. “Endeavor…do you know how many Pro Hero’s I’ve fucked in the past year alone?”

Enji had always known there was a big hookup culture among Pros, especially the younger ones. How could there not be? The Pro Hero community is filled to the brim with attractive, talented individuals who share a common goal. It’s no surprise that Hawks has been sleeping around with their colleagues.

“Fair point.” Enji concedes. Hawks gives the Flame Hero’s cock a light stroke in response, grinning. Enji tries to ignore the wave of pleasure that washes over him at each flick of Hawks’ strong hand.

Enji deliberately holds Hawks’ gaze, and avoids looking at the way the blonde’s hand is wrapped around his hard member. “But then there’s this – Hawks, I’m old enough to be your father.”

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. Enji instantly regrets the words leaving his mouth when he sees a maniacal gleam light up in Hawks’ eyes.

“Oh, I’ve definitely thought about that already...” Hawks leans in and licks a hot stripe up the underside of Enji’s cock, causing it to twitch. He looks up at Endeavor with his big beautiful golden eyes and says the next word in a soft whisper.

“…Daddy.”

At the word, something inside Endeavor snaps. He’s all lust, completely overcome with the need to shove Hawks to the ground, to teach him a damn lesson with his thick, fiery cock. He wants to bend the winged hero over and fuck him until he cries out for mercy. Hawks is strong, sure. But Endeavor can say with almost complete confidence that he is stronger. It would be easy to turn the tables here, to ensure that Hawks is the one breathing heavily, begging to cum.

But no, Endeavor doesn’t do any of these things. Instead he stays stock still and utters a single, harsh word in response to the blonde hero’s ministrations:

“Fuck.”

That’s all the invitation Hawks needs. He smiles broadly as he leans in and cups Enji’s balls with a rough hand. Within seconds he’s licking up and down the Flame Hero’s length with abandon, swirling his tongue in delicate patterns across the hard flesh.

“You’re too serious, Number One.” Hawks barks out a laugh when Enji’s fingers dig their way into his thick hair. “Let me help you lighten up a little.”

Enji’s face is burning hot with a mixture of embarrassment and hunger. Against his better judgment, he lets Hawks take control. The winged hero moves a hand gently massage the soft inner flesh of Enji’s left thigh for a few moments. He seems almost entranced by Enji’s thick member. Enji wonders smugly if it’s bigger than what Hawks is used to, if he’ll know how to handle such an intimidating co-

All thoughts in Enji’s mind evaporate as Hawks wraps his hot, chatty mouth around the flame hero’s cock. In one fluid motion, he slides down the shaft to take in a few generous inches. He repositions his hands so that one is still fondling Enji’s balls, while the other is slowly pumping the cock’s base.

Within seconds, Hawks is bobbing up and down on the thick dick of Japan’s Number One Hero. He hollows out his cheeks and focuses on pleasuring the head for a few moments before moving down to take a few more inches. Enji feels his dick hit the back of Hawks’ hot throat. He sees the way the hero breathes in through his nose and relaxes his muscles, swallowing Enji’s length down easily. He seems to have experience at this.

Enji can’t take his eyes off the sight – it’s so hot, so ridiculously sexy. He feels oddly…powerful? Standing above the cheeky twenty-something, being pleasured by the prince of the hero charts.

He decides to push his luck a little.

“Ah. That’s right, bow down to the Number One Hero.” He teases, winding Hawks’ golden curls loosely around his fingers and giving a soft tug. “Glad you know your place, Hawks. You belong on your knees, pretty bird. I bet I can have my assistant draw up a contract to onboard you as my own personal slut.”

Enji’s not quite sure where that last sentence came from, but it feels like the right mood. Hawks eyes widen in response. For a brief moment he seems to loose focus and chokes a bit on Enji’s dick. He moves as if he’s going to pull away for a breath, but quickly composes himself and doubles down on his efforts. He continues to sloppily deep throat Enji’s cock in the most delicious way. Enji is impressed.

“Weren’t expecting that were you?” Enji tugs on Hawks’ hair again, eliciting a moan from the back of the Number 2 Hero’s throat. The vibration of the groan ricochets up Enji’s dick and through his body like a bolt of electricity. “Oh, you liked that?” Enji gives another soft pull at Hawks’ beautiful damp curls before moving his hands down to grip the hero’s jaw. Enji makes eye contact with the blonde to ensure that he’s not being too rough. He then shifts his weight a bit and thrusts lightly into Hawks’ mouth. Hawks accommodates him easily, continuing to breathe through his nose as Enji gains some speed, fucking his face.

They continue in this way for a bit – Enji giving and Hawks silently taking. After a few minutes, Hawks taps Enji’s leg lightly to indicate that he needs a break. He pulls his mouth off of the Flame Hero’s dick with a wet smack, drool dripping down his chin. His eyes are unfocused and fucked-out. Any cheeky façade has all but vanished.

“Endeavor…” Hawks whispers hoarsely, dropping his forehead to rest against Enji’s muscular thigh for a moment as he catches his breath.

“You…You can call me Enji.” The Flame Hero says softly. “While we’re doing this.”

“Enji.” Hawks says, rolling the name around his tongue. “Enji. It suits you.”

Hearing the name come off of Hawks’ lips feels almost…intimate. Enji’s not sure if he likes it.

“What should I call you?” Enji says softly, moving his hand to card through Hawks’ thick hair.”

A pause.

“Just Hawks. I don’t have any other name.” Hawks says in a small voice. He sounds broken, vulnerable. Enji feels shaky at the tone. He never expected to speak to the winged hero with this much openness, and he’s not sure how to proceed. They rest in silence for a few moments, Hawks breathing heavily with his sweaty face on Enji’s leg and Enji awkwardly petting his head. It doesn’t feel appropriate to ask any more questions about Hawks’ true name.

After what feels like an eternity, Hawks pulls back and looks back up at Enji. He’s still on his knees, wings folded behind him haphazardly. From this angle Enji can see the blonde’s full erection, his dick full and dripping with arousal. Enji’s mouth almost waters at the image.

“Well, Enji.” The blonde smirks and narrows his eyes up at the Flame Hero. Hawks has seemed to gain back a bit of his old swagger, but his voice still holds breathiness to it. “You ready to have your mind blown by the Number Two hero?”

“I’m ready and waiting.” Enji says, as teasingly as he can. He mentally kicks himself for being so damn awkward at this.

“Well sit back and relax, because I’m about to lay down my ultimate move.” He winks, and reaches out to begin stroking Enji with renewed vigor. Enji moans at the contact and lets his head fall back against the warm tiled wall. Hawks’ movements are different now. He’s taking his time, working at Enji’s dick slowly in an effort to draw out as much pleasure as possible. When his lips wrap back around Enji’s cock, they move slowly and teasingly up and down the hard length.

Enji feels he’s fit to burst at any moment. Then he feels Hawks’ fingers beginning to wander.

“Absolutely not.” He says sharply as Hawks’ hand caresses his right ass cheek.

“Just relax and let me drive. I promise you’ll like this.”

And, against his better judgment, Enji settles back against the wall and lets Hawks work.

The winged hero continues to bob his head up and down Enji’s cock, while the fingers of his right hand slowly move between Enji’s ass cheeks. Finally, he finds what he’s looking for. He gently moves his index finger to circle Enji’s hole.

“Hawks!” Enji practically spits at the intrusion. No one has ever touched him there and it’s a jarring feeling.

Hawks chuckles but continues to circle the tight knot, noting the embarrassment in Enji’s face as he does so. He pops his mouth off of Endeavor’s dick and says soothingly “just relax into it – once you get over the shock, it feels amazing. I promise.”

Enji takes a deep breath and does as Hawks says, trying to stay loose and engage with the feeling. He screws his eyes shut with the effort.

“That’s it, Number One.” Hawks coos, continuing to move his fingers around the rim of Enji’s hole. The blonde hero moves to take Enji’s dick in his mouth again as he continues to work at his colleague’s ass. Within seconds, Enji lets out a loud, sensual moan.

“What did I say Enji? I’m a bird of my word.” Hawks mutters before he speeds up his pace.

Enji can feel himself coming undone at Hawks’ touch. The birdbrained hero was absolutely right – the finger gently circling his ass is making him see stars. That, combined with Hawks’ sensual dick sucking is driving him over the edge.

“Hawks.” He whispers. “Hawks! I’m going to…”

Hawks draws the orgasm out of him quickly, and the pleasure crashes over Enji like a wave, threatening to drown him. For a moment, he forgets to breathe as he watches Hawks quickly pull his mouth off of Enji’s cock before getting splattered with cum, the thick liquid dripping down his smooth chest.

Hawks throws back his head and laughs gleefully as he pumps Enji’s dick, helping him ride out his orgasm. Enji groans as he finishes, fireworks sparking off behind his eyes as he comes down from his high.

It takes a few minutes for Enji to come back into himself. Even after he’s finished, he’s still gasping for breath. He feels shaky and exhausted, but the happy hormones flowing through his body make him feel the most relaxed he’s been in weeks.

“Wow.” He states simply, running a finger through his bright, sweaty hair. He’s never had a sexual experience quite like that. The situation had felt so charged, so intense. The feeling is strangely addicting. He’s still exhausted, but he wants more. Is this how sex is supposed to feel!? He looks over at Hawks, who is now up on his feet and rinsing himself off under Enji’s abandoned shower.

“What a waste of water, Number One.” He says, glancing over his shoulder at Enji as he scrubs a bar of soap across his sticky chest. “If the Green Party finds out about this, they’ll come for your agency for sure.”

All Enji can do for a moment is stare. He’s never quite let himself enjoy Hawks’ beauty before. He’s always found Hawks to be an attractive man – but he had always forced himself to remain professional in his presence. That meant any glances at Hawks’ physique were stolen. Any dirty thoughts carefully tucked away without a second thought. But now, alone in the Endeavor Hero Agency shower facility…Enji allows himself to look all he wants. He wants to get his fill of Hawks before things go back to the way they usually are – the top 2 heroes. Colleagues who mostly get on each other’s nerves.

The florescent light bounces off of Hawks’ slick, wet body. His wavy blonde hair glows almost golden in the lowlight. Enji’s orgasm clouded mind thinks vaguely that the younger hero is sculpted like a piece of art – he’s all perfect proportions and thick cords of muscle. And oh, his dick…there, bouncing prominently between the Winged Hero’s muscular thighs is a formidable member that’s clearly still half-hard under the running water. Enji allows himself admire the golden happy trail that softly tapers down Hawks’ toned stomach. He enjoys the way that Hawks’ package bounces and rolls each time he shifts his weight to gain better access to the stream of hot water raining down on him from above.

Hawks continues to lather himself up, closing his eyes as he rinses the last of Enji’s cum off of his body. He has his bright red angel wings puffed out to avoid the hot water, the pose makes him look like some sort of mythological creature. A beautiful demigod chimera -half man, half beast.

Once he’s done, he steps out from under the gentle stream of water and begins to run through some light stretches. He massages slowly behind his calf, working to get the blood flowing. Enji realizes with some guilt that surely the hero’s legs have cramped up after kneeling for so long. When Enji inquires if this is the case, Hawks waves him off with an errant hand.

“I’ve been trained to withstand all sorts of crazy torture scenarios. Being stuck in a single position like that and muscle strain don’t really bother me at this point. However…” Hawks begins massaging the muscles surrounding his mouth. “I do have one helluva cramp in my jaw after sucking for so long. That happens sometimes.” He looks at Endeavor pointedly.

“Well you need to learn to take things in moderation then.” Enji huffs; half-joking, half-admonishing.

Hawks grins at him. “Try telling me to ‘Take it in moderation’ next time I’m between your thighs sucking on your-”

But Hawks’ pert response is cut short, as Enji reaches out and hauls the blonde hero across the slick tiles before he can finish his sentence. The Number Two Hero’s mouth seems to be stuck in a small “o” of surprise as he feels himself turned around   so that his round, muscular ass is flush against Enji’s spent cock.

“Hey, Number One – what are you…?” Hawks begins to ask, but Enji cuts him off again with a brisk request.

“Send away your feathers for a moment, Hawks. I’ve seen you do it before. Lose the wings.” Enji uses his most authoritative “Number One Hero” voice, and is surprised when Hawks obliges without complaints.

There’s a quick swirl of red as the soft feathers fly in all directions, leaving Hawks’ muscular back almost completely naked. All that remains are two small, feathery stumps. Enji runs a fingertip lightly around the base of one of the downy nubbins and is rewarded with a sharp intake of breath form the winged hero.

“You’re so vulnerable like this.” Enji almost whispers, caressing the tiny wing again. “I bet you never get touched like this.” Enji puts more pressure on the area and Hawks whines aloud. The Flame Hero smirks at the reaction. Now that Hawks’ full wings are gone, Enji is able to wrap his arms more securely around the shorter man’s toned frame.

“You thought you were going to get away that easily, huh? Just get me off and disappear without retribution?” Enji says coolly, hands moving to grip Hawks’ defined hips. For a nanosecond he sees something like fear dart across Hawks’ eyes, before the carefree mask retakes his features. “You’re not getting away that easily, little hero.”

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Am I sleep deprived? Yes. But, imagine the following.

Batman is away with the Justice League. He’s saving the planet from Brainiac or some shit.

Bane is in Gotham. Plotting. Scheming. Thinking about crime, but most importantly, Batman.

You thought joker was fucking obsessed? Wait until you see bane’s bedroom. Dartboards with the batfam. Various articles of clothing he’s torn from their suits. Where they go to school. Everything. He even has the fucking x-ray scans from Batman’s broken back. He knows Batman’s identity, and everyone else’s too. He says nothing, because Batman is HIS to break, and nobody else’s.

Bane comes up with a plan. A great plan. He’s a little cuckoo off venom, but it’s perfect. He’ll do something heinous, Batman will come, and he’ll break his back again. He’ll get that feeling from breaking the bat again.

So he does something ridiculous. Robs a bank or something. He isn’t stopped by Batman though. It’s Nightwing. He remembers beating Batman when Dick was a boy. He remembers Dick beating him for the first time. He turns on the venom.

When he wakes up, he doesn’t see the broken body of a teen, and he’s got several bruises. (Yes, he forgot Nightwing is a grown ass man now. Venom, dude.) He’s also in an entirely different part of Gotham. He can infer that he lost. It doesn’t matter. Batman didn’t arrive for Bane, so that means Batman isn’t here. Now how could Bane get to Batman when he comes back?

Obviously he could beat up Alfred, or graffiti crime alley, or something minuscule that just warrants him an extra hard beating when Batman finds out. So what if… he hurt the entire Batfam for something they couldn’t beat him for? What if he attacked their pride, and not their spines?

Commissioner Gordon, sits, and stares at the bat signal. He flicks it on. He always does this, every night, to see if Batman came back and, if he didn’t, give whatever info needed to Dick or Jason. Whoever lost the coin flip. He didn’t. He flicks it off, and just past where the beam of light had started, Bane is there. Or, he tried to get there. Do the ominous thing. He is more or less still climbing over the ledge of the roof. Bodybuilding doesn’t exactly make you an acrobat, okay?

Gordon, logical individual he is, draws his gun. Points it at Bane. Bane eventually crawls up and stands tall. There is a dumb little beak on Bane’s mask. He says that he is “The Hawk.” Gordon laughs at him. Bane says he wants whatever file he was going to give to the bat family member. Gordon thinks it’s stupid of him to make such a demand. So Bane mentions Barbara. That he knows her secret. Gordon knows it too, of course. He’s been in her bedroom, and she just sort of has an entire stand for her batgirl suit in the closet. Bane knowing this intimidates Gordon. Gordon shouts threats, and Bane calmly reinstates that he can be trusted. He’s never broken Batgirl’s spine. Gordon doesn’t know what Bane’s doing. He does, however, begrudgingly hand over a Joker case file.

Joker is plotting. Don’t get me wrong, he’s obsessing over Batman, but he’s thinking about how to get to him like Bane would had Nightwing not clocked him on the head a little too hard. He thinks he’ll kidnap little Damian and see how far the others will get to rescue him. He of course, doesn’t understand that kidnapping Damian isn’t easy, but you know, definition of insanity.

Outside though, a group of goons see Batman, but realize that it’s not Batman. For one, no bat ears. For two, he’s fucking jacked. Like, Batman is big but not 6’8” tall. And finally, he’s standing at the entrance, in plain sight. And soon, they breath a sigh of relief. It’s bane. Boss probably invited him for the plan. Bane steps out of the darkness. They laugh at him as he calls himself “The Hawk” and denies being Bane.

So Bane counts. He does things Batman wouldn’t. He breaks an arm. Eighteen muggings stopped. A leg. Five bank robberies prevented. A big ass kick in the nuts. A million potential child abuse victims gone forever.

Joker continues plotting and laughing, when Bane jumps through his skylight. Bane says he’s “The Hawk.” Joker laughs at him again. So Bane counts.

As he throws Joker’s crippled, still laughing body from his van and through a GCPD window, he thinks about how many lives he’s saved. Probably more than Batman will the first week of arriving back home. He laughs to himself. He LIKES being better than Batman at his own game.

When Batman returns, chaos ensues. He’s confused as all hell when Alfred tells him everything. It’s been a month, and Gothamite criminals felt a fear like they haven’t since Batman admittedly got a bit softer. He goes to congratulate Bane. Not in some spectacle, but in his gloomy way. For the first time in a while, he makes a mistake. When congratulating Bane, he looks away, exposing his back. So Bane counts.

Guys can you tell I love Bane?

[coulsandies]

mdzs headcanon of the day #300 !

every time jingyi discovers free will something is bound to happen. not in the sense where he realizes he can rob a bank but in the sense that he’ll realize he has free will and eat uncooked instant noodles for every meal because he has the ability to

[rfxiii]

Can you write something about Michael and his wife (reader ofc) being toxic towards each other? But one way or another, no one wants to get divorced.

My deluded ass is romanticizing toxic relationships in fiction!!

(Oooh, I do love a good toxic dynamic with the games hottest daddy, so this was fun)

Toxic Relationship between Michael and His Wife!Reader:

TW: toxic relationship, verbal altercations, referenced domestic violence (but none actually occurring in the relationship), mentions of smut, seriously- nothing is too explicit but dni if easily triggered by the above

I’m under the firm belief that pretty much every relationship with any of the characters would have its own degree of fairly toxic shit. But just based on Michael’s general behavior, his dishonesty, his practical inability to stay loyal to anyone unless they benefit him, and his staunch incapability to admit fault, that a marriage with him would pretty much have to be toxic to some varying level.

You love him. And you’re at least pretty sure he loves you. But sometimes you feel more like property or a child. He cheats on you, he gaslights you, he talks down to you, and he’s basically admitted that he’d rather kill you both than let you walk away from him. But when you do anything to upset him, he acts like a victim.

He’s manipulative as all hell. You know he cheats on you- he’s not good at hiding it, or really, he doesn’t much care to try and hide it. But you hold eye contact with a waiter or cashier for one moment too long and he’s snarking at you the entire car ride home about it. He makes mountains out of molehills, and his insecurity is no secret to anyone.

He has never said “I’m sorry” to you once in your entire marriage- and god knows, he’s done plenty that should warrant an apology. But what he lacks in the ability to admit fault, he makes up for in expensive jewelry, new cars, pretty clothes, and the best angry sex you’ve ever had in your life.

Arguing with him is like being stuck on a racetrack. It’s an endless cycle of going round and round in circles wondering when you’ll ever be able to stop. He is always right, and convincing him of the opposite is impossible. It’s easier just to shut up, let him believe he’s won, and then go do whatever the hell you wanted to to begin with. You can’t win with him, but having him pissed at you is easier than trying to win a fight.

He genuinely likes the criminal lifestyle, despite how he talks down about Trevor or tries to act like he wants to “retire”. But, that being said, if you ever mention that you don’t like all the danger his lifestyle brings, then you’re instantly at fault. Suddenly he “only does it for you” so you can “have the life that you want” and he can “buy all the expensive shit you have”. Even if you never asked for any of it, it’s still your fault, and he still does it because of you.

He likes to fight, it’s almost like stress relief or an outlet for his anger. And honestly, you kind of like it too, or you would have left his petty, childish ass by now. The fights keep things interesting after he “retires”. He doesn’t have any banks to rob or any cops to kill, so he focuses that energy on starting arguments. It is your fault sometimes- you start your fair share of fights too. But more often than not, it’s Michael that blows them way out of proportion.

He can’t be reasoned into apologizing or admitting fault. You could say something like, “I wish you and Trevor hadn’t been out all night drinking”. To which he’ll instantly come back with, “oh, right! I’m sorry I’m such a big piece of shit! Even though everything I do is to keep this family livin’ in this big house YOU wanted! But nothings ever good enough for you! Is it, sweetheart?!” And now you’ll be fighting for the next week.

He wouldn’t lay a hand on you, but with the way he screams and threatens, you could be convinced that he would. Lucky for both of you though, in favor of a physical altercation, he prefers taking out his aggression through fast, rough, punishing sex, and degrading, almost cruel, insults while he fucks you. He’s usually in a better mood afterwards though.

Your relationship has always been a muddled mess of fights, bitter words, passive aggressive comments, and hateful screaming. But you love him, and he does love you. And you both knew what you were getting into when you married each other. You can both pretend that it bothers you, but in the end, nobody can understand your fucked up little family the way you two can.

[blackenedsnow]

can i rq p1 and p3 dude (separately) w an alt feminine s/o??

p1 and p3 dude with an alternative s/o

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Fem! Alt! Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Fem! Alt! Reader

NOTE: Hihi! I wrote headcanons for this. Hope it's alright.

P1 DUDE

He doesn’t know where to look when you’re around.

Your style absolutely fascinates him, but he’s too shy to say anything directly.

So, he’ll just… stare. Not in a creepy way, but more like he’s trying to figure you out.

Every time you catch him, he quickly looks away, embarrassed, pretending like he wasn’t gawking at the way your piercings glint in the light.

He tries to give you compliments, but they usually come out all wrong.

It doesn’t help that he’s hyper aware of how effortlessly you pull off your look.

He thinks you’re way out of his league.

If you initiate any physical contact—like adjusting his collar or brushing his hair out of his face—he practically short circuits.

Dude absolutely adores how bold you are with your style.

He’s still protective of you.

If anyone ever comments on your appearance in a rude way, (which is bound to happen often) he is READY to kick some dick

He won’t let anyone disrespect you!!

P3 DUDE

He is always trying to impress you, especially if you’re the type to stand out with your alt look.

He’s obnoxious about it, too, cracking jokes and doing ridiculous things just to make you laugh or get your attention.

He’s got a mouth on him and can’t resist teasing you about your look, but it’s always affectionate.

“Nice. You planning on robbing a bank later, or is that just your Tuesday vibe?”

He acts like he’s giving you a hard time, but he’s 100% into it and probably thinks you look hotter than he’ll ever admit.

He’s all about getting in your space and is incredibly handsy, always finding excuses to touch you.

Whether it’s slinging an arm around your shoulders or brushing his hand down your back, he’s got no boundaries when it comes to physical affection. (Only if you're okay with it of course!)

He’s obnoxiously confident about it, too, with zero shame.

He loves when you can dish it out just as much as he can.

If you ever snap back at his teasing or throw in a sarcastic comment, he’ll just grin wider, maybe even pull you closer with a cocky “That’s my girl.” The back-and-forth banter is basically his love language.

He has no problem getting loud if anyone disrespects you.

If someone so much as looks at you wrong or makes a snide comment about you, he’s already in their face.

“You got a problem with her? ‘Cause I’ve got a solution for you.”