CALLING ALL UNITS.

𓏲ּ𝄢 Anyone copy? over.

[angelonduty]

. . . ʚ Requests: OPEN ɞ

𝓐zrael ♡ He/They ♡ 22 ⌞ Sonar's twink⌝ Dispatch Writer

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Rules : Don't be an ass. I write for dispatch only! Stay respectful when requesting, I write both sfw and nsfw for any reader. Scat, piss and incest are off the table. MDNI.

[angelonduty]

Dying fire

Comforting/patching up [ FLAMBAE ] after he loses his fingers.

☏ Male Reader. Reader has ice superpowers. Plot plot plot <3 Description of injury. Not proofread. 1.4k w.c.

The sound of the news anchor felt like an alarm in the quiet bar you called your own.

Red and blue lights flashed in front of the reporters face as the background of flames engulf the building behind her. Blasts of blue and fiercer orange could be seen from outside, a glimpse of the intense battle going on inside.

“- as Mechaman faces off the infamous villain flambae–” You click your tongue, letting your glass slam against the counter. “Seriously?” There was an incredulous tone in your voice, annoyed at how far Flambae– No, Chad would go to prove how strong he truly was. 

The man of fire himself was just sitting beside you a few minutes ago, downing a drink or two as he raved on and on about how strong he was. So strong that he could defeat any hero– So, as a joke, not as a dare or a challenge (but he certainly took it as such), you told him to go defeat Mechaman then. To go burn down a building in his current patrol zone.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, and thats what made you do a double take. Because he was actually considering it. To face off against a living legend, a suit that had 2 honorable deaths happen inside of it only to carry the fate of the next user.

Still, you hid your grin behind your glass. “What? Scared?” A laugh escapes your throat. “Not so tough now, huh?”

You raised a hand to call for another round, until the sound of a chair being pulled out had you whipping your head to meet the gaze of the brunette. “I’ll show you tough, bitch.”

So that brought you to now, running through alleys as the news played in your ear about Flambae’s defeat and consequent arrest.

You arrive at the scene, the fire dying down as you watch Mechaman restrain Flambae and walk him to the police– shit, was he bleeding? 

Frost gathered at your fingertips, breath growing cold as you waited for the perfect moment to bust that idiot up and out of there.

“Fuck off you fucking bald-ass metal clanker piece of shit!” Curses dripped like venom from Flambae’s mouth, loud enough that it could echo across half the city no doubt. It had your lips twitch, lying if you said you weren’t a little amused. 

But you weren’t here to watch the fall of your closest comrade– rival? Friend? More than a friend? Whatever he is, you were getting him out. 

A wall of ice burst out of the ground, blocking both the police’s and Mechaman’s way. The cold breeze had them stunned for a moment, and before Mechaman could cut through it like paper, his metal body froze. Frost curled around gears, just enough for you to rush in and knock Flambae out of his grasp. Flambae dropped to the floor, cursing as you so roughly grabbed his arm and dragged him off into the alley you came from. Unlike him, you weren’t taking your chances with the hunk of metal.

Footsteps splashed against puddles and concrete, the sound of sirens a cacophony following the two of you. “You fucking idiot! I didn’t mean to actually do it!” You hissed, ducking into another alley when a police car cuts the two of you off.

“You told me to!”

“As a joke! Do you know what that is, huh? Have you ever heard one before?”

You could hear him grumbling, and you two shared no more words as you dodged into alley after alley. Waiting out law enforcement before making your way to a shitty but safe garage. Perfectly abandoned by society and cradled by its outcasts. Outcasts being you. It only took a few blocks, a jump from a rooftop and a fire escape scorched and frozen in multiple places.

You shut the door behind you, breathing in a sigh as Flambae looked around. Still cradling his hand.

“Let me see.”

“See what?”

“That.” You flicked your head towards his hand, still bleeding like crazy over his sexy tattered costume. 

He rolls his eyes, turning away from you with a huff. “It’s my fucking hand. Its fine. Where’s your bathroom?”

You squinted at the back of his head. It was definitely not fine. “Don’t have one.”

He turned to you again, lips pulled into a sneer. “The hell? Who doesn’t have a bathroom?”

“Me, apparently.” You deadpan, turning to grab the first-aid kit you hid inside the walls. “Sit. I got a few bandages left for whatever that is.”

“Bandages aren’t going to be enough, genius.”

“What do you mean?”

There was a second of hesitation, followed by an annoyed click of a tongue. Flambae’s voice was lower now, enough to be above a whisper. “I got my fingers cut off, idiot.”

Silence followed like a crisp dawn, a realization. Your hands, previously fumbling to pull the first-aid kit out of the wall, freeze. You turn your head slowly, eyes scanning his face. “What?”

His other hand drops to reveal two short stumps where two full fingers should be. His eyes don’t meet yours, and suddenly guilt eats at you like gluttony itself.

“Holy shit man,” You finally tugged the kit out of the wall, walking closer towards Flambae. “You should’ve told me you lost your damn fingers! Sit down before you bleed out!”

You push him towards some dusty old crate, eyes still glued to the blood flowing out of the wound. You could see a dot of white– barely there as its stained with red, red, red– and it made you sick.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure thing mom,” He complained, but complied as he sat his ass down and held out the hand.

“Hold shit,” Your hands shook as you held his, inspecting the cut further. At least it was clean. “Mechaman did this?”

“Yeah, fucking obviously.” He scoffed. “Who else has arm blades–whatever the fuck they are.” You could hear the frustration in his voice, the anger.

Your lips thinned into a line as you rummaged through the first-aid kit to grab a cloth. With brows furrowed, you clean off as much blood as you could while applying pressure on the stumps. He hissed every so often, twitching to pull away.

Guilt clawed up your throat, your voice a murmur despite the nagging undertone. “I didn’t mean for you to actually fight him.”

He side-eyed you, teeth grit and jaw ticking like he was one second away from biting your hand out of pure spite. “Yeah, I know that genius.”

You bit your lip. “..Sorry.”

“The hell?”

“I said I’m sorry, I should've went with you– or at the very least got there faster.” You tighten the bandage around the stumps, stopping the bleeding.

He scoffs. “Damn right you should’ve. Do you know how good I beat his ass at first? You shouldve seen it.” He jokes, grinning at the memory. It faded quickly though, noticing the genuine turmoil in your eyes. 

“Oi, I’m the one who lost my fucking fingers, why are you the one sulking like a loser?”

“Its my fault!” You squawked.

“Don’t.” He jabbed you (with the other hand with a finger he still had). “Don’t you dare. I went out. I fought the big metal tin can. My life, my decision.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” you muttered, gently holding his wrist to examine the wrapped wound.

“Not my job to make you feel better,” he shot back. “My job is to complain.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Well you're real damn good at it.”

“I know,” He drawled, a cocky grin back on his face as he flipped his hair back. “Arent I fucking great? So strong and smart. So cool.”

You return his grin. “Yeah right.” You raise his hand in front of him, waving the injured stumps around for emphasis. “This is definitely the hand of a great, strong and smart villain.” He pulls his hand back, kicking you in the leg. 

“Oh fuck off.”

The two of you share a laugh, letting the argument and guilt die quickly. You let yourself breathe after the long night, and Flambae seems to do the same. His eyes meet yours, staring for a few seconds too long before you blinked your gaze away.

You grab the kit, turning away to tuck it back into its dark corner. “I’m– I’m gonna put this away.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waves you off with his hand (Or more like a palm with three fingers.)

Silence returns like a blanket, more comfortable despite the tension poking at the two of you. You glance back at him, noting the way his brows furrow while he looks down at his hand. Almost mourning the loss of the little limbs. You hum as you look away. “You upset you’ll have a harder time jerking off?”

“Nah, that just means you gotta help me from now on.”

Your head whips around. “What?”

“What?”

[angelonduty]

WHY ARE THERE SO FEW FANFICS ABOUT FLAMBAE?! C'MON THAT MAN IS HOT AS HELL-! So can I politely request an angss/comfort with him (I need him BAD.) I just found out that Mecha Man took two of his fingers, maybe the reader finds Flambae after that fight and helps him to tend his wounds (villainmale! reader please!! :D)

WOOT WOOT i loved this so much i wrote it while im at work, posting it in 5

[angelonduty]

may I very politely request some Mal dating hc? SFW or NSWF, up to you, I just can’t find much about my Australian demon pookie.

I will politely say yes!! Its a shame she has such little screentime ughhh shes so hot pls

[angelonduty]

Masterlist

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;; Sonar

You've been flashed!

NOT Jealous!

;; Flambae

NOT Written up!

Dying Fire

;; Malevola

MORE TBA...

[angelonduty]

☏ Sonar is not jealous .ᐟ

In which [ SONAR ] definitely doesnt fuck you out of jealousy. SMUT. MDNI.

He is not a jealous man– er, bat.

Truly, he believes himself to be laid back. You can do you, you’re your own person. He doesnt have a single say in who you flirt with, especially since you two aren't even together. He was just a really good friend you occasionally flirted with. Yeah. Thats it.

You laugh, giddy as some no-name coworker of yours– who doesn’t match your freak at all–  flirts with you, every so often tracing his fingers against your forearm.

Thats fine.

The loser scooches closer, stretching his arms upward before one of them wraps itself around your shoulders. Sonar lets out a shriek, making the two of you flinch and your ears ring.

That is not fine.

“Seriously? In front of my twinkie?” He huffs before promptly stomping over and grabbing your arm, yanking you out of the breakroom and away from the slimy, grimy, basic guy.

“Sonar? Whats up with you?” You scramble, forcing down the grin on your face as he drags you to the Janitors closet, practically growling and grumbling the whole way there. He thinks back to the past week, how everyone just seemed to be hitting on you– how you’ve been ignoring him for the past week. Usually, he’d let things like these slide. But something just felt wrong to let you go so easily.

Okay, maybe he was a little jealous.

Maybe thats why he had your legs over his shoulders, arms lifting you easily to push his throbbing cock in and out of you. The loud plap plap plaps were filthy, mixing with the not-so-muffled moans against the crook of his neck. His fur helped ground you, soft. It smelled like burnt tech and coffee. Him.

Oh, and you couldn't forget the smell of sex in the air, either.

He couldn't help the growl in his throat as he nips at your neck, mumbling curses and whines about that loser.

Despite the electricity being shot up and down your spine, the warmth pooling dangerously low in your stomach, ready to snap at any second after any particularly harsh thrust of his hips, you grinned.

“Fuck- Sonar, please-” You gasped, clawing at his back as your slick and his pre dripped down onto the floor. You didn't even know what you were begging for at this point. (for More, probably.)

“Think he can fuck you like this, huh?” Sonar smirked as his thrusts grew more frantic, whines growing in pitch with no care of whoever hears. You just felt too good, walls all gooey and pulsing against hit cock.

You moan as he hits that gooey spot inside of you over and over, legs locking and creaming around his fat cock. Without realizing it, you tug at the fur on the back of his neck, and you watch through hazy eyes as he moans against you, pumping a warm load way deep inside of you.

His tongue meets your neck and collarbone, long stripes being licked up and down as the two of you come down from your high. 

“Fuck, we gotta start dating.”

☏ Requested by: @qqverzk ;; thankyou!

[angelonduty]

‧˚꒰Jerking off and getting caught by flambae and he teases you before promptly telling you to continue then getting mad ur doing it wrong so he jerks you off to teach you how to do it properly HHNNN

[angelonduty]

☏ Sonar is not jealous .ᐟ

In which [ SONAR ] definitely doesnt fuck you out of jealousy. SMUT. MDNI.

He is not a jealous man– er, bat.

Truly, he believes himself to be laid back. You can do you, you’re your own person. He doesnt have a single say in who you flirt with, especially since you two aren't even together. He was just a really good friend you occasionally flirted with. Yeah. Thats it.

You laugh, giddy as some no-name coworker of yours– who doesn’t match your freak at all–  flirts with you, every so often tracing his fingers against your forearm.

Thats fine.

The loser scooches closer, stretching his arms upward before one of them wraps itself around your shoulders. Sonar lets out a shriek, making the two of you flinch and your ears ring.

That is not fine.

“Seriously? In front of my twinkie?” He huffs before promptly stomping over and grabbing your arm, yanking you out of the breakroom and away from the slimy, grimy, basic guy.

“Sonar? Whats up with you?” You scramble, forcing down the grin on your face as he drags you to the Janitors closet, practically growling and grumbling the whole way there. He thinks back to the past week, how everyone just seemed to be hitting on you– how you’ve been ignoring him for the past week. Usually, he’d let things like these slide. But something just felt wrong to let you go so easily.

Okay, maybe he was a little jealous.

Maybe thats why he had your legs over his shoulders, arms lifting you easily to push his throbbing cock in and out of you. The loud plap plap plaps were filthy, mixing with the not-so-muffled moans against the crook of his neck. His fur helped ground you, soft. It smelled like burnt tech and coffee. Him.

Oh, and you couldn't forget the smell of sex in the air, either.

He couldn't help the growl in his throat as he nips at your neck, mumbling curses and whines about that loser.

Despite the electricity being shot up and down your spine, the warmth pooling dangerously low in your stomach, ready to snap at any second after any particularly harsh thrust of his hips, you grinned.

“Fuck- Sonar, please-” You gasped, clawing at his back as your slick and his pre dripped down onto the floor. You didn't even know what you were begging for at this point. (for More, probably.)

“Think he can fuck you like this, huh?” Sonar smirked as his thrusts grew more frantic, whines growing in pitch with no care of whoever hears. You just felt too good, walls all gooey and pulsing against hit cock.

You moan as he hits that gooey spot inside of you over and over, legs locking and creaming around his fat cock. Without realizing it, you tug at the fur on the back of his neck, and you watch through hazy eyes as he moans against you, pumping a warm load way deep inside of you.

His tongue meets your neck and collarbone, long stripes being licked up and down as the two of you come down from your high. 

“Fuck, we gotta start dating.”

☏ Requested by: @qqverzk ;; thankyou!

[angelonduty]

Can I request some sonar smut PUHHLEAASEEEE

YOU GOT IT POOKIE 🫡 Working on it now (should be done by tomorrow)

[angelonduty]

just realized ur flambae fic wasnt even posted an hour LMFAOO im scraping the flambae x reader tag so often

LMAO me and you both anon, i go through the tag religiously because i just need that asshole injected into my veins AAAAA

[angelonduty]

☏ (NOT) Written up .ᐟ

How [ FLAMBAE ] flirts his way out of getting written up. MALE HR!reader

“Hey pretty boy, you come here often?” Flambae leans over the counter, biceps flexing as he stares down at you.

“I wish I didn’t.” You deadpan, barely casting a glance at the ember-eyed asshole looking at you like his next meal.

Flambae pushes himself off the counter, scoffing. “Oh dont be like that, cmon now!” He saunters his way around the desk making himself comfortable behind you and your chair. “Wouldnt want you to miss me too much, amirite?”

Your eye twitches, keyboard clicking harder under your fingers. “Flambae…”

He starts massaging your shoulders, warming his hands up as he continues buttering you up, no doubt. “Now, now, you work so hard– Wouldnt want you getting too stressed y’know–”

To any other eyes, this would look like a sweet moment between lovers. Maybe too much PDA that could definitely warrant a HR violation– but sweet nonetheless. However.

However.

You very well knew that the comedic timing of your flammable hero coming down to be uncharacteristically nice to you after the fire alarm went off a few minutes ago was no coincidence. 

“What did you blow up this time?”

He lets out a chuckle, a little more awkward. “Pssh, me? Blow something up? Please! I could never.”

“Flambae.”

“It was the microwave.”

You clicked your tongue, turning your head to glare at him behind you. “Flambae!” You pushed him back, swiveling your chair as you crossed your arms to scold him. “You broke the microwave?”

“Not broke,” he said, crossing his arms defensively. “More like... upgraded the microwave’s functionality.”

“Upgraded?” you repeated slowly.

“Yeah. It now doubles as a smoke machine.”

A headache blooms behind your eyes, another one this week. The 5th? The 7th? It was only Tuesday. Record low for you, honestly.

“For fucks sake, flambae..”

Flambae threw his hands up. “How was I supposed to know you can’t put aluminum foil in there?”

“Every microwave manual. Every safety poster in the pantry. Every email from HR—which, by the way, is me.”

“Well maybe if you sent me more texts I’d remember–”

You smack his arm, he flinches as he cradles it back. “Do not start.”

“You really need to think about me in and out work more y'know," You cringe, awkwardly nodding at a few of your coworkers starting to stare your way. 

“I said don't start–”

“Because I,” Flambae points at himself, shoulders sparking before igniting in orange blazes. “Flambae, the one who controls the fire and the flame, whose skin does not burn, thinks about you constantly.” He waltzes around you, taking you chair and spinning you to look away from your little audience. Also for dramatic effect.

“Like, really constantly. When I'm fighting, bench-pressing quadruple your weight, in the shower, when I’m in bed all alone–” His breath meets your neck, warm as he whispers into your ear. You feel yourself heat up, pushing his face away. “Alright, alright, I get it! Fucking perv…”

“You’re trying to flirt your way out of another HR violation,” you shake your head, ignoring the hand snaking around your waist.

“Is it working?”

“No.” You turn your head to look at him again. Resolve cracking the second you meet those bitchy little eyes. “This is another HR violation by the way.”

“Eh,” He shrugs. “Never stopped me before–” And suddenly his hand is on your thigh, thumb tracing much too close to your crotch. You slap it away before any blood comes rushing the wrong way.

“Yeah, yeah. I won’t write you up. Go away.” You pull your chair closer to your desk, whispering under your breath. “Save it for when we get back home..”

Theres a grin on his lips as he presses it against your cheek. Victorious. “No promises. Love ya.”

He winks as he makes his way out of your department, much to your dismay. 

[angelonduty]

‧˚꒰ supervillain!reader... Supervillain!reader who's notorious for hacking into SDN's comms- more specifically Z team's comms- to flirt and ragebait the entire team 😭 and poke fun at robert who is so close to punting his headset because damn you are so hot and so so so infuriating

[angelonduty]

☏ YOU'VE BEEN FLASHED .ᐟ

Flashing [ SONAR ] at work ... and consequently Malevola, too. Fem-bodied reader.

You loved your boyfriend, truly. You did. You also loved seeing him melt and fall to the floor looking at you for the whole world, or office, to see.

The screen is bright, your own chest staring at you as you debate whether or not this was worth it. You were at your desk, and from what you could tell, Sonar was on break right now.

But so were a few of his coworkers.

Oh fuck it. If they see your tits, they see your tits.

Your thumb finally clicks send, and you lean back to listen for Sonar's reaction.

Silence for a few seconds.

... A few seconds more.

You hear what sounds to be someone spitting out coffee onto the face of a not so lucky victim, before the voice of your dear man bat practically echoes throughout the office.

"Oh my god its boobs."

"Where??" That was definitely Visi's voice.

There's an audible hiss. "Fuck off, this is mine."

Malevola's voice cut through, smoother and already no doubt looking over to take a peak at Sonar's phone. "Can I see?"

Quick footsteps approach the break room door, your man bat peaking through to yell your name. "Hey babe? Can malevola see your nudes?"

You think for a split second, before throwing any and all rational thought away for the prospect of a hot demon mommy admiring your tits. You raise a thumbs up, enthusiastically. "Go ahead!"

He smiles, tossing his phone behind him and bounding over to you to pepper your face in wet kisses. "You," Kiss. "Are." Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Perfect." Kiss, kiss- you guessed it, kiss. You giggle, pointedly ignoring the sighs and muttering about HR violations and pda.

You hear a whistle from the breakroom as the red-skinned demon calls out your name. "Nice tits gorgeous!"

[angelonduty]

Hiii!! I was wondering if you write for Malevola?

Hello hello! Yes I do! I pretty much write for all the characters, save for golem maybe? But even thats negotiable...

[angelonduty]

☏ YOU'VE BEEN FLASHED .ᐟ

Flashing [ SONAR ] at work ... and consequently Malevola, too. Fem-bodied reader.

You loved your boyfriend, truly. You did. You also loved seeing him melt and fall to the floor looking at you for the whole world, or office, to see.

The screen is bright, your own chest staring at you as you debate whether or not this was worth it. You were at your desk, and from what you could tell, Sonar was on break right now.

But so were a few of his coworkers.

Oh fuck it. If they see your tits, they see your tits.

Your thumb finally clicks send, and you lean back to listen for Sonar's reaction.

Silence for a few seconds.

... A few seconds more.

You hear what sounds to be someone spitting out coffee onto the face of a not so lucky victim, before the voice of your dear man bat practically echoes throughout the office.

"Oh my god its boobs."

"Where??" That was definitely Visi's voice.

There's an audible hiss. "Fuck off, this is mine."

Malevola's voice cut through, smoother and already no doubt looking over to take a peak at Sonar's phone. "Can I see?"

Quick footsteps approach the break room door, your man bat peaking through to yell your name. "Hey babe? Can malevola see your nudes?"

You think for a split second, before throwing any and all rational thought away for the prospect of a hot demon mommy admiring your tits. You raise a thumbs up, enthusiastically. "Go ahead!"

He smiles, tossing his phone behind him and bounding over to you to pepper your face in wet kisses. "You," Kiss. "Are." Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Perfect." Kiss, kiss- you guessed it, kiss. You giggle, pointedly ignoring the sighs and muttering about HR violations and pda.

You hear a whistle from the breakroom as the red-skinned demon calls out your name. "Nice tits gorgeous!"

[twistedpink]

Paying Sonar's college tuition and going into debt for him so he turns to crime to pay off said debt, then his life starts to spiral out of control till one day he's jolted out of his daze by the door slamming close and him realizing his partner left for real this time. Now he goes to rehabilitate himself cuz he just wants his old life back

Maybe something about reuniting in a dark and cold alley but kissing anyway cuz u missed this man. Am I cooking or did I hit my head

You cooked!! OFC he meets you again while getting drunk w/ the team.. Probably sees you getting hit on and doesn’t look back as he DIVES into cockblocking. Might transform js for the ego boost !! And once the perp (literally a civilian) has turned the corner, he gets down on one knee (throwing up a little in his mouth), and death grips the shit out of your leg.

(Some menacing group of people you don’t know, but look like villains, back up awkwardly from the other side of the alley)

“IM SOBER!! Please come back. I’m like sooo sober I’d blow your fucking mind, just, not right now cause.. Cause I’m fuckin’ with pals or whatever, but I’m usually sober. AND I have a job!! Please please pleaseee my knees are SOO wet and gross. I’m ‘gona hold on until you talk to me. Talkkkkkkk. I can hear you breathing. Not like in a creepy way though,”

Grown man crying into your thigh while he koalas your calf. Super indicative of being sober.

.. Regardless, you’re a sentimental at heart. Your hand hovers his head for a moment before he adjusts his legs to meet it—his hair’s softer, now. If he’s not eating right at least he’s showering. Maybe he has changed; And it just might be enough to drag you back,

“Fuckin’ loveeeee you.. Swear I could die right now, fuckin’,, Ugh, smell soooo good f’me..

,, Once he’s sober enough to kiss <3

@grymmsical