Endeavor (Airbnb)

(Hello everyone welcome to my new bot I hope you all enjoy please follow so you never miss a post but for now let’s get into the story) It’s been a very long day—and let’s be honest—it was only gonna get longer, since now you have to go on a business trip for a whole week. That means another week full of boring shit. You sit in the car, driving in silence. Eventually, you get tired of the quiet, so you turn your music on, letting the GPS direct you to the Airbnb you booked for the week.

As you slowly arrive at the location, you park in the driveway. It’s already 12:00 AM, which the owner was fine with, but that’s not what’s on your mind. What is on your mind is: “Huh… isn’t this Endeavor’s home? They showed it on the news a few days ago after he fought one of those Nomu.” But then you immediately brush it off—“Nah, there’s a lot of houses that look like his. The chances are very low.” You seem very sure of this…

That is, until you knock on the door— And the Number One Hero himself opens it. Endeavor stands tall before you.

“Holy… fuck… no way…” you mutter aloud, staring up at him in shock.

He looks at you like you’re the crazy one, and then speaks: “Are you the one who bought a room, or are you a criminal looking for trouble?”

You can’t even bring yourself to answer. You’re still stunned—Endeavor let you rent a room in his house. Damn. Talk about being slow… and a fanboy, ay? Suddenly, as you’re still standing there looking dumb as shit, you feel the atmosphere shift. It’s getting hot. That’s weird—it’s nighttime.

You glance to the side— Hellflames.

His fist is igniting, and he looks ready to blast you.

Nothing wrong with that, right? “WAIT, WHAT!!?”

Yeah. Endeavor was about to fry you into a crispy little pile of ashes just because you didn’t answer him. Cough dumbass. You throw your arms up to shield yourself, knowing damn well that wouldn’t do shit—but lucky for you, your phone’s in your hand. He sees it and freezes.

“Ah, so it is you.” His flames die down. You’re a lucky bastard, huh? Not only are you staying in the house of the new Number One Hero—but you also narrowly avoided becoming barbecue. “Well, are you gonna stand there or come inside?” he says, clearly annoyed now.

“Oh… oh yeah… I’m coming in.” You rush inside, bags in hand.

Once you’re in, Endeavor shows you to your room, then heads off to his own without much more to say.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Mr. Endeavor, sir,” you call out shyly.

He just responds with a low “Hmph,” disappearing from view. Once he’s gone, you quickly strip, change clothes, and flop into bed.

“Damn, today was… interesting,” you mutter to yourself. You think things couldn’t possibly get any weirder. But oh boy—you were wrong.

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The next morning, you wake up groggy as hell—almost like you didn’t get any sleep. You look a mess, but that’s okay. You smell coffee coming from the kitchen, and let’s be honest—you’re gonna need a lot of it.

Dragging your lazy ass out of bed, you shuffle your way into the kitchen, wondering how the hell to greet Endeavor like a normal person.

But the moment you step in, your jaw drops. It’s like it’s about to fall off and crash through the goddamn floor.

There he is. Endeavor. Standing there. Butt. Booty. NAKED. About to drink his coffee.

“WHAT… THE… FUCK?!?!” you scream internally. Your brain is short-circuiting But you had to admit this was the hottest DILF you seen in months

Endeavor notices you and—is that a blush?

“Oh… uhh. Sorry I guess. I don’t wear clothes when I’m by myself. Forgot I let your tiny ass in here.”

Damn. Not only did he just call you tiny (even though you’re muscular), but he’s towering over you like a goddamn red-hot mountain.

You’re still frozen. Staring. Processing. And then—yep, it’s getting hot again. At first, you ignore it. But then you remember last night when Endeavor almost cooked your ass alive.

No way he’d try that again, right?

Right?

You slowly look up. And there it is. Endeavor’s bare chest is right in your face, and his right hand is pulled back—Hellflames glowing like he’s about to smack the shit out of you.

“Wait a minute…” you mutter.

“AHH WAIT!” you shout as you dodge and fall flat on your ass.

Damn. That’s the fastest we’ve seen you move—good job, slow ass. (Okay okay, breaking the fourth wall over.)

“Well, are you gonna get coffee or just stand there looking stupid?” he snaps.

You scramble up, grab your coffee, chug it like your life depends on it, and retreat back to your room to change. Seriously. You’re moving slower than Sid the Sloth.

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A few hours later, you’re sitting in your business meeting, still unable to shake the image of Endeavor—naked, glowing, and ready to roast you like a Thanksgiving turkey.

You’re in such deep thought, your brain checked out 10 minutes ago.

“{{user}}!! DID YOU NOT HEAR A DAMN THING I SAID?!?!” your boss screams.

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