Y’know how some woc say they can tell when the x reader isn’t necessarily “for them” because the fic will say “her cheeks turned red” or “Her face looked pale”
I think for me an underrated sentence that makes me think “Yeah the reader isn’t me fr” is when the writer makes a scene where her and said character are taking a a shower and she causally starts to wash her hair or the character washes her hair for her and then they just get out and move on
Ima be honest wash day is a whole ass process, not just grabbing some shampoo and and slapping it on my head girl I have to detangle it, shampoo, deep condition, leave the conditioner in my head for 30 minutes to an hour , wash that off, section my hair, blow dry each section, put on leave in conditioner, braid it up, throw on a scarf and bonnet—
…idk it’s really not a big deal but everytime I read it I just laugh abt it LMAOOO
When the writer says we the reader are a blood sibling of a character. Step siblings, yeah i can see it, but aint no way my blackerican self could be siblings to Gojo and be his little sister.
+ this fic is bipoc friendly, but for reference the reader is predominantly black! Very black I fear.
cw: smut (+18), graphic sexual themes, oral (received), mdom to msub (barely), rough, aftercare
Herman loves eating you out, in all types of positions: from the front, from the back, one leg up, him pinning you down, etc.
But his absolute favorite? You sitting on his face. Hands down
When you guys first started dating, you were pretty nervous to put your weight on him. I mean Herman is pretty scrawny guys and you got some thick thighs girl! You thought you would break is neck!
But beyond popular belief, he’s a pretty tough guy. Especially when he is pent up, he can be pretty assertive guy. Which both of you found out that night.
His slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs which were leaning back slightly on your calves and your ass is sitting on his chest. Your brown eyes meets his greyish blue ones as he gives a squeeze on one of your thighs as a moans draws out.
“baby i need you on my face, please.”
You sigh, giving him a concerned look. “herm, I’m gonna hurt you. I don’t mind just hovering.”
He grumbled, furrowing his brows as he squeezes a little harder as you whimpers. You’re pretty sensitive. Not in the sense of hurt but to u get very wet by even the slightest pressure. Especially with Herman, as sheepish the man is, this is a surprise that he would be man-handling you in this moment.
He pulls you closer mouth as he shifts from your thighs to your hips. His eyes darken Ina way you’ve never seen. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m not gonna ask again” As he pulls your pussy into his face
You gasp from the sudden movement and coolest that was placed on your cunt, as his big tongue sloppily starts to lap into you. Your hands shoots onto his wrist, with a weak pull to attempt to break away from him which was to no avail.
He starts to move faster, dipping his tongue in and out of your heat with a rhythm. Every other lick follows with a suck on your clit.
The more he laps, the more you can’t fight back as the pleasure peels away your strength to break away. Loud moans bouncing off the walls as you feel your climax reaches closer.
Herm moves one of his hands back down our thigh, reaching over to now play with your clit. With a sharp inhale and seeming to be your breaking point,; with a howl, your juices start pour into Herman’s mouth as you lose yourself to your nut.
Not even missing a beat, Herm swiftly grabs at your sides to hold you up as you lose control of your body allowing him to keep lapping at your cunt to his pleasure. Even though younust came, this doesn’t slow your wet man down.
Weakly bringing your hands back to his wrists, no longer caring about pushing off. Especially with how strong Herman in comparison, you can only fall into his command.
And like you were a rag doll, Herman uses you as such. Forcefully grinding your pussy into his mouth, moving your hips back and forth while his tongue flattens to cover your whole slit. You groan as tears start swelling in your eyes.
When you get closer away to your second climax, he fully presses you into his face; clit on his nose as his tongue drives into you as he quickly flicks inside of you and his nose cuddles into your clit. It felt as though you saw stars as you released once again into the red head’s mouth.
At your limit, your body goes fully limp. Maybe it was a superhero sense, yet again Herman catches you before you can fall back. Gently swinging you legs around so you are on your side, he places you onto the bed. When he makes sure that you are good, he gives you a forehead kiss before leaving to go grab a wash cloth.
After giving you some after care and cleaning himself up; Herman lays down next to you, as you cuddle into his side. “Baby, are-are you alright? I’m so-so sorry for being rough. I truly didn’t think that-that I even could do that.” The post-nut clarity turned your dominant man back into the sweetheart you know.
Giving a lazy fucked-out smile, you croak out. “Well I can’t lie baby, that was the hottest shit you have ever done. I really don’t mind it.”
With a sigh of relief, the lanky man leans down and gives you a kiss. “I-I’m so relieved to hear that. Next time, I know I can put you down. No, put it down. No!” again taking his stuttering mouth onto your once again, you laugh. “Yes baby, you can put me down again.”
+ this fic is bipoc friendly, but for reference the reader is predominantly black! Very black I fear.
Word count: 1.0k
Content Warning: smut (+18), cussing
a/n: ahh guys! Sorry for the wait, but this is my little b-day gift to myself! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing!! Happy B-day to me🥳
But all that to say, Herman’s enjoyed a couple girl’s shows but no one was special until he found you. Miss “HelloMsBlackKittyxxx.” Of course Herman sat waiting for the show to start; the website pulled up on his desktop as he sat in his chair only in his duck boxers. As he gets a little comfy into his start the live begins. The cam turns on, as a pretty thing comes on screen; a pretty light blue lingerie contrasting onto her brown skin. Her hair in (h/c) French curl braids that cascades from her back and shoulders. Giving a cutesy smile that made the wet man’a heart strain a little. Now that was something he hasn’t felt in a while, he took a gulp trying not to think to hard about it. She greets the chat with a silky voice that had a shiver crawl on Herm’s skin.
“Hey y’all, hope y’all are having a good day! But we’re gonna get into a better night, wow that kinda sounds dumb.” she laughs, as the red hair giggled along. “Well, shall we start.” A thick gulp went down the man’s throat as his eyes boor into the screen as her hands start exploring herself. Her skin looks so soft, he can only imagine that her touch feels so warm and can make the water on his body evaporate. Moving from her neck, sliding down to her collarbone then to her breast. A sharp gasp slips out of Herman as he feels a turning motion in his lowerbelly as feels himself growing. Adjusting himself to start feeling himself at the pace that Ms.Kitty is going. Whimpering as he slowly strokes himself as he hears a giggle, making him hesitate to continue. Ms. Kitty huffs as she cups her breast, playing with them gently as she continues to talk.
“Now baby, I want you to stroke nice and slow ok? Can you do that for me? Pretty, pretty please?” Her eyes looking into the camera, just so big and doe-like that honestly Herman felt like he’s gonna explode. He hisses as the sensation of both his own touch and her pleads make him feel on edge. Soft moans leak out the speakers as she continues down her stomach and the band of her panties. Fingers playfully pulling the fabric to tease the audience a peak of her flower. Groaning as crank his neck like he would be able to take a peak while his hand keeps pace. “Do you think you earned a look at me? Mm?” Herman’s vision starts blurring as he quietly answers the one-sided conversations “Yes, yes, please ma’am, please please please,” as he lurches over his desk as his hand speeds up.
After a small pause, she slides the fabric down to finally display herself, slowing moving her panties down her legs holding them up to give a naughty peak of her slit. As chat blows up on the side, Herman’s gasping for air as the friction begins to bring himself closer to the end. Fully flipping off her bottoms, she giggles as one of her hands held onto her back thigh as the other starts playing with her lips. Her own slick starting to wet her finger as she teases herself with light moans rings in Herman’s ears.
His stomach feels a spike of pleasure, as now he has both hands on himself trying to keep up his pace as he becomes more shaky by the minute. As her moans become more frequent, Herm’s did too. Watching her fingers dip in and out of her, Herman can feel himself at his limit. Speeding up, the last thing he saw on screen, Ms. Kitty’s biting her lip looking right into the camera like she knows that he’s at his climate. And something about that made Herman see white. Messily spilling into his chest as his erection soften; he breathlessly lays back into his chair as Ms. Kitty’s stream keeps going as she changed positions.
Fully on her back, her legs spread open as she fingers herself as a fast speed, wet noises piling on top of her moans. Her other hand encircling her clit as she desperately please, seemingly about to hit the end of her limit. Finally reaching a good spot inside herself, Kitty shakily moans, “O-Oh god, I’m so fucking close,” her eyes getting more dark as the pleasure washs over her. Chat moving so quickly that it slightly lags. A lustful smile plastered on her beautiful face making Herm’s heart thump weirdly. At last, with a sharp gasp; Kitty’s body shakes as she squirts. A little hitting the camera as she groans with her body dropping as her adrenaline dies down. As she simmers down, chat doesn't; donation notifications coming in back to back.
Lifting herself from the bed, the fucked-out, disheveled girl pulls her braids back to finaihout her show. With a sly smirk, she laughs as she grabs a cloth to wipe down her station. Giving a small wipe down on the camera, she shoutout the big donations from the stream. She smiles as she closeout, “Ok y’all, wasn’t expecting a splash zone tonight. But I hope you guys enjoyed, and have a blissful night.” With a small air kiss and wave, the stream ends. Herman sighs, sitting with cum driedlnto his chest, half erection, and a hand hovering over a VOD from her stream from the previous night.
+ this fic is bipoc friendly, but for reference the reader is predominantly black! Very black I fear.
Content warning: cussing, n-word (for those who are not black), little sexual content (in passing)
A/n: I wasn’t sure how to name this bc i have a vision. My head-canon that reader is very ghetto fabulous in the same sense i feel like i am. But idk if that would be offense to some orioles so i do wanna forewarn if that is not up your alley, I totally understand! But again, I want to self-indulge on something i feel like I resonate with. Also there is a child so take what you will.
You and Herman only been married for like 2-3 years; y’all did have a baby beforehand bc hey the dick was snappin’!
But dont get it twisted, y’all have been going out for a while and are madly head over heels for each other. Shit just… didnt go the way yall planned but that’s ok!
But lil flashback: you guys first met in high school, you were on cheer but you were cool with everyone. Herman is… well Herman, he didn’t really have a club but he would help out where he can which you always noticed
You did have to save his ass a couple times from bullies which got you guys to talk more and really got close since. You guys keep your relationship lowkey bc people are fucking annoying. Only people that knew were your closest friends who like Herm.
But yes! After finding out you were expecting, Herman was in the biggest rut of his life, he felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. After comforting him, y’all had a convo abt you were in a position where you felt secure with him regardless if y’all did things step by step bc you know he would never not take responsibility.
Once changing Herman’s perspective, he got his shit together, asking you for marriage, being able be there for his wife and their newborn, landing the janitor job and to top it off finally becoming a hero.
He felt like he was on cloud nine. He has everything a man wants and needs in this lifetime.
Back to the present day, Herman didn’t really think about telling anyone about his family because well when was there time? During the off times, he’s either being teased or drama is happening in-office. But today was gonna be his daily dose.
After a mission, Herman was pretty roughed up but nothing that he isn’t alreasy used to; but he guess someone told off that it was worse than it was.
After exiting out the medbay area of SND that connects to the front desk area; he slowly walks out to a big commotion where he sees most of his dispatcher and team talk over each other as a loud voice booms over the rest of them
“I NEED ONE OF YOU MOTHAFUCKERS TO FIGURE OUT WHERE THE FUCK MY HUSBAND IS AT BEFORE I TEAR THIS BITCH TO THE GROUND.” Herman sighs in relief knowing exactly who’s voice it belongs to.
“Ma’am can you please calm down and tell us who your husband is.” Robert tries to be professional, not knowing he just make her more upset.
“NIGGA Y’ALL CALLED ME SO Y’ALL SHOULD FUCKING KNOW WHO I’M TALKING ABOUT. I HAVE A CHILD AT HOME WAITING FOR THEIR DAMN DADDY TO COME HOME.” Her body is shaking feeling her frustration bubbling up more and more until she sees the lanky man in the corner of her eye.
With a gasp, she runs over to Herman, crashing her body into his as he grunts still recovering from his post-injury. Patting her back to sooth her. He leans down to whisper sweet nothings to her as she center herself
Mind you, the rest of the team is watching this unfolded in pure shock and silence. And of course, Invisigal was the first to talk. “Wait so like you’re actually married to Waterboy? like Wetwipeboy? Holy shit.” Ans that was the straw to break the camel’s back
Turning around, quickly trying to take of your earrings. “Oh bitch, you wanna get fucked up huh?” Before having the chance to make a dash towards her, Herman grabs onto your waist trying to stop you. “No no no baby! I pro-promise it’s good- ok! She’s just like that!”
After the longest hour of apologies and calming the energy in the office. You realized these mfs are fine just stupid as shit sometimes which is ok. But you did threaten that if you hear anymore bullying towards Herman, you will be up there and whoop everyone’s ass.
Robert let Herman go home for the day, kinda feeling bad that you were so riled up bc you thought Herman was in bad shape. Robert gives you both a wave goodbye as you both ride out in your car.
Coming home to your mom holding a sweet little bundle of joy who lit up seeing both of you there. Everything else felt so simple now that y’all are back in your cozy home.
A/n: wowowowow, i kinda went hammer time on this one; the poon was writing this. But hope y’all enjoy this one y’all!
Herman actually doesn’t know how he got to this point and at this point, he doesn’t give enough of a fuck to. His mouth is being explored by blue lips that stains kiss marks up and down his body. Prism holds his jawline to keep his mouth occupied as another mouth was slobbering all over his cock, your gloss slathered all over his privates. Sucking as if your life depended on it, your brown eyes rolls up to catching Herman’s grayish-blue eyes. Alice peels away from the red head’s lips, moving her hand to caress your cheek as you lean it; happily sucking away. “Isn’t he so fun to play with, right? (y/n)?” Humming in agreement, you wrap your manicured hands onto his base, popping this tip out your mouth. Sporting a lustful smirk as you smear your spit all around Herman’s dick. The long man’s legs goes weak as he lets out a depraved moan. Both women giggle in harmony to his moans. “He’s so fun to play with Ali,” you sing as you gain another desperate moan that begs for more.
The water hero’s body had never felt anything so intense until this point. Having two feminine bodies exploring his, hands touching all over slipping around due to his quirk. As his moans draws out from his lips, both Alice and (y/n) come up to close in so all of them were facing each other. Pulling him closer in, all their lips met creating a messy makeout for all three. Overwhelmed by the multiple mouths, the girl’s giggles and moans. Being the first one to pull out was Alice as she grabs both of your focus while she pushes Herman onto his back, a grunt following a light thud. “Ok cuties, making out is hot and all, but I’m fucking horny and I really need to feel y’all everywhere.” She strokes his red hair as she sweetly gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Be a good little boy for me and (y/n) ok? Put that pretty mouth and dick to fucking work ok?” With a whimper and head nod, the dark skin woman gives a smile. Pushing him fully back and swinging her leg over his head, Herman gasps as she brings down her pussy straight onto his face.
His tongue presses her bud, warning a strong moan out of the multi colored woman. You let out a whimper watching as they start without you. “No fair Hermy, don’t forget I’m here too. I wanna feel good too.” Your hands gentle holds Herman’s member as you guild yourself over him, slowly lowering to bottom out. Mewling as the water hero’s twitches from the stimulation; making you shiver as you start riding him. Alice smirks as she guides your chin towards her, pressing her lips on yours. Darting her tongue into your mouth as you get lost by her taste. Hands smoothing down on yours hips, leading the pace as you whine.
Flatting his tongue and slurping with all his might; Herm keeps one hand on Alice’s ass-cheek giving it a small massage and his other arm wraps around her thigh to play with her clit. Everyone are moaning messes as the continue into the night.
+ this fic is bipoc friendly, but for reference the reader is predominantly black! Very black I fear.
Word count: 3.7k
Content Warning: smut (+18), cussing, alcohol use
A/n: hey y’all, this was a doozy to write. I hope you guys tear this up because she kinda big nasty; i’m also a tease because I was getting overwhelmed with writing this so y’all will get a part 3 pinky promise. But please enjoy this!
It’s been about a month since (y/n) and Robert has reunited at the party; after the interaction they had outside of the building, (y/n) has bombarded the older man's phone with an influx of messages which was something Robert would eventually get used to. Their day starts the same: a ‘good morning’ message would be delivered, throughout the day they would shortly text what’s going on throughout the day, Robert goes on a tangent about what the Z-Team did that agitated him during his break, (y/n) would tease and levitate the man’s tension with talking about her day, by the end if day. They say ‘goodnight’ and repeat.
For Robert, it was nice to have someone to talk to outside of work; it makes him feel like a normal person for once in a while. It was nice having a childhood friend that you can just talk about stuff with, and it made it easier with someone who knows you pretty well outside of being MechaMan. However, Robert does push back a lingering thought, a thought that has been following him since he talked to (y/n) from the party. That chemistry that overcast the two of them in the parking lot, and it does leak through their messages.
Me: I need a drink after today 😒
(Y/n): I got a bottle of wine and tequila who would love to meet you
Me: I might have to take you up on that offer, when are you free?
(Y/n): Tonight, 8:30 pm. I’ll send the address in a bit, but don’t have a girl waiting for too long.
Me: Of course I won’t, when have I gone back on something I promise?
(Y/n): Well, we’re gonna have to put that to the test, now don’t we? 😚
And there it is, that feeling again. Knots turned in the pit of his stomach as he reread the message over again, mind racing on what she could plan. Shaking it off, he replies:
Me: Haha, don’t be a dickhead. I'll see you in a bit ok? Don’t forget to send the address.
Before turning off his phone, a notification popped up showing that she ‘hearted’ the message following up with a link to her address. With a small smile on his face, tucks the phone into his back pocket before leaving for the break room for the next shift. ‘She’s gonna be the death of me…’
-
A shift at SDN has never gone quicker than today’s shift; Maybe it’s the excitement for his plans later, but Robert led the Z-Team with a successful performance for the day. No fuck ups, no shenanigans, no bickering; he wished every day went as well but that’s something to reflect on later. Right now, he wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Wrapping up the end-of-day meeting, the shorter man quickly walked out before the rest of the team could get out of their seats. As the door closes with a thump, the gossip floods the conference.
“Where the fuck is he going in a goddamn hurry?”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen RobRob fly outta the room before any of us.”
“You think he’s getting some tonight?”
“Who the fuck willingly fucks Robert Robertson the III? Even saying it makes me dry up.”
As the bickering gets more out of control, Chase sits quietly in the back corner of the office, brows furrowed more than normal as he ponders. ‘This motherfucka is letting his guard down and it’s getting really noticeable. He better not fuck around.’ The elderly man huffed, leaving the room unaffected by the loudness that faded away the further he got.
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Robert sits outside of a brown four-story building, he has to say, it looked pretty nice; definitely nicer than his apartment. He hums as he leans on the wall waiting for his friend to come and grab him from outside. Looking through the glass door, he hears footsteps get louder the closer they get. A figure dashed down the stairs, and he could see curls pulled into a puff knowing who that belonged to. Opening the door, (y/n) smiles as she pulls the knob from inside so the brunette steps in.
The doorway could only hold two people in there especially with the door open. Stepping in, due to the space had to pressing his shoulder into her exposed shoulder as she wore a tight be tank top; it also didn't help that her nipples were hard through the cotton shirt and as he squeezed into the entrance, his arm brushed against her breast feeling the soft flesh and her appointed nipples that his under fabric. A low hum from his mouth as he swiftly backs into the wall behind him to act as though he didn’t just brush the girls’ bosom and the worst part of it all: he secretly craves to touch more of her.
He looks to his friend, “Well, ladies first Ms. Host,” as he stuck one of his hands out to gesture for (y/n) to lead the way while he focuses his eyes onto the floor. ‘Calm yourself,’ he inwardly sighs. If you couldn’t tell, Robert is very, very attracted to the woman who stands in front of him. Is the outfit she is wearing supporting his inappropriate thoughts? Well, her chest was not the only compromising area that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of.
As the tan-skinned girl makes she way up to her apartment, she walked a couple of stairs before him which perfectly gave him a scenic view of the ass that she was carrying in her black cotton shorts that did not attempt to hide her asscheeks. He felt like he couldn’t breathe the longer they took the stairway, feeling of warmth getting heavier the longer he was behind you. Luckily the moment was short-lived as they stopped on the 2nd floor, stopping at a door with a brightly colored light that had (y/n)’s initial under the peephole.
Unlocking and pushing the door in, both are greeted by a cozy one-bedroom apartment; strip lights are dangling overhead, cascading a light pick hue throughout the living room and kitchen areas. The living room has a light brown loveseat with matching chairs that circle a heart-shaped glass table. Parallel to the couch was a TV stand that stood underneath a mounted flat screen that took up most of the wall. Robert notices that on almost all of the walls, there is a variety of Black art and Polaroids, and he gives a soft smile appreciating the personality of the apartment that reflects highly on the owner.
(Y/n) turn to officially greet her guest, “Welcome to my humble home, she’s cute isn’t she?” Robert chuckles as he takes a step into the apartment, the smell of incense soothing all thatstress he felt earlier in the day. Leaning down to take off his shoes, he teases back, “Just as cute as the house owner.” Coming back up, the brunette feels the silence in the room as he notices the lack of presence that was next to him not even a minute ago; as he scans the room, his eyes fall into the kitchen watching his company take out a set of wine glasses and a set of shot glasses.
Gliding over to the kitchen island to stand across from the figure that was currently bent over in her fridge. Robert's eyes fall into her ass again as her shorts rise leaving nothing else to the imagination as his heart pounds faster the longer he stares; thoughts start to ramp up as he shifts his gaze slightly lower to imagine what the fabric covering her…kitty is hiding. Getting more lost in his imagination, he quickly pulls himself out as the refrigerator slams. (Y/n) whips around to see Robert’s cheeks this a hint of pink across them, raising a threaded eyebrow. “Why are you so red? Is it hot in here, I’ll bump up the AC in here, I don’t need you passing out on my ass.” She walks over to the thermostat with her back turned. Robert grunt playing off the perverted thoughts that plagued his mind. “Yeah, that would be great, I guess the walk-up just caught up to me.”
He takes the shot glasses and tequila that (y/n) pulled out and poured up to the rim for both of them. Standing next to him, he gets a clear look at her face again. Fresh gloss stains her lips, her lashes are long, and her chocolate eyes look like his toffee colored ones. Giving him a poke in the arm. “Ready to take a shot?” She smiles, showing off the tooth gems that sparkle on two of her teeth matching each side.
The gems look like light pink hearts and stars making the freckled man question how running his tongue on them feels. He hands the other shot to her as he prepares for the aftertaste. Holdingout the glass to cheers, and with a clink of the glasses, Robert gives a smirk, “Cheers to another shit day.” Heads tipping back to get the shot fall straight into the back of their throats, both grimacing at the taste.
-
The room was filled with more laughs and conversation than before. Before either realized it, hours had passed. A wine and tequila bottle been drunk away maybe an hour or two after they had their first shot. Both people are pretty tipsy as they ramble with slurred words every other sentence and giggling over little things. Robert feels like he’s on cloud nine, it’s been a while since he’s been able to have an actual chill night. Even better that he has a company that isn’t a villain he’s interrogating.
He’s so pleased to be able to hear everything (y/n) up to this point. Learning that she currently works as an assistant at a different superhero agency, on her days off she does volunteer work at a local art show which explains all the art around the apartment. Robert leaned back on the couch that they moved to a while ago, watching her passionately talk about an upcoming event she’s going to attend. (Y/n) is right next to him, sitting with one leg bent toward ps her chest with her arms sat on her knee and her other leg dangling off the couch. Angling herself so they can face each other as they talked. “But enough of me, what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone? Got a cute girls your seeing?”
She shifts, changing her position to get in Robert’s face. He sighs, quick to respond. “You know I’ve never been the interactive type generally, you think I’m attracting anyone?” He rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. The girl pouts, “Oh fucking please, you like to think that you don’t have personality whichdefinitely isn’t true. You’ve always been a funny dickhead.” She laughs. “But I’m surprised, you’re a very attractive person. I remember when we were kids, we go to the park and all these girls came up to me asking if you were single.”
She continues as she grabs her wine glass, “Of course, being the little fucker I was, I said no and that I was your girlfriend. I wanted to see how mad they would get. And before any of them could do anything, you’d alwayscome and get me so we could go. Oh, how I lived to ruin bitches lives.” She bursts out in fits of laughter as Robert chuckles along.
“Damn, so you were a cockblock? If you hated me, you could’ve said so.” He teased, leaning to nudged her shoulder, taking notice of just how soft her cocoa-like skin was. She gives a light pushed back conjoining their shoulders together.
“Mm, yeah. What can I say? I only wanted you to myself! All those other lil’ hoes wished they could have you.” A reminiscing sigh drifts out of her mouth as she giggles at the memory. “And I’m grown enough to admit, maybe a part of me was really jealous of the thought of you dating. I wanted you all to myself back then.” As (y/n) talks, Robert stays silent. Taking in every single word she spoke, and maybe it’s the alcohol, but his heart is racing. Knowing that (y/n) had feelings like that for him back then, there was so much to unpack, but all he could think about washer. How elated he is was felt that way, maybe hopeful that she does still feel that way. And without stopping himself, thoughts start pouring out of his mouth. “…Well do you still want me?”
His chestnut eyes turned to her own, wonder and lust expressed through his irises. Feeling a jolt from the girl’s shoulder, he watches as her mouth drops open and for the first time in years, (y/n) was speechless. More persistentthought spill out of the man. “(Y/n), I… have been having conflicting feelings since we’ve met again. Part of me screams that shit will go sideways, but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m deeply attracted to you it’s driving me out of my fucking mind. I can’t stop thinking about the party, how pretty you looked. For fuck sakes, even coming here, I couldn’t help but check you out. I know that it’s wrong, I mean you’re my childhood friend. But you’re just so sexy, I mean look at you. But you’re Chase’s niece for God’s sake, he would fucking kill-” before he can finish his rambling, soft lips crash into his.
Her lips part as her tongue give his teeth a push, implying for Robert is to open his mouth. That being his cue, deepening the kiss as his tongue met hers. His large hands gently come up, his right hand cupping her cheek and his left hand holding the back of her head. Their kiss becomes more sloppy, moaning starting to get drawn out both Robert and (y/n) before her hands came up to his chest, gently pushing his back to break contact. The two panting from the intensity of the kiss. She pushes Robert back on the couch as she shifts to straddle his lap. Robert’s eyes do an up-down to take in the position they were in: she beautifully panting on top of him, his legs in between hers, and his hard-on being inches away from her constrained shorts. (Y/n) pipes up as she grabs the brunette’s face in her hand. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you bring up my goddamn uncle again. And to answer your question, fuck yeah I want you.”
She dives back into him once again. Her hands roam his body to feel everything that he has, moving from his shoulders to his chest down to his slacks straining his dick. Pressing slightly against his erection to earn a hiss from Robert, shegiggles switching from her hands pressing him to her bottom fully sitting on him, and pushing her chest into his. Their hands were rubbing over each other in a frustratingly satisfying way if only the clothes weren’t in the way. Moans filling the living room as the make-out gets more and more heated by the minute. Robert’s callous hands place onto (y/n)’s lower back, fingers hooked on the hem of her shorts to push them under the cusp of her ass. As his hot mouth explores her, his fingers move back onto her ass lightly playing with it. Each squeeze and pull makes her feel dizzy as her moans get messier. While Robert gets lost with both his French kisses her hot mouth and teasing her behind; (y/n) brings her smaller hands up to unbutton his SDN shirt, trying not to break their make-up out as she reaches the bottom of his shirt.
She groans, tugging on the shirt to let him know she wants it off. Understanding exactly what she wanted, the man finally pulls back from the kiss and his hands from her behind. Before sitting up to take his shirt off, he takes one of his arms around her waist to hold her as he sits up leaning both of them into a slant as he slowly takes the first sleeve off then switching arms to get the other off. Watching in lust, (y/n) takes the time to take off her shorts. “Oh fuck Robbie, how are you even this strong, you’re literally the size of my thigh.” She heartily teased.
Kissing her neck, the man groans as he brings both arms around her butt freed from his work shirt. Being (y/n), she continues her quest to agitate him. “I think I’ll have to be gentle with you, I don’t wanna break you Robbie. Because this is a lot of ass I’m carrying back-” before she could even finish her sentence, a gasp leaves her as Robert’s hands squeezed her backside, arms holding under her thigh lifting her in the air as he stands. He huffs, seeing the surprised expression on her face responding with a smirk. “We’re about to fuck and you’re shit-talking me? Is this your version of foreplay you fucking freak?” Wrapping her arms around his neck to ensure her safety. “It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t talk shit now would it? And don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you because I can feel it, you freak.” She retorts, crossing her legs behind his back, panties hovering over his tightly fitted pants. The freckled man gives a half-heartedlaugh, unable to deny the comment.
Shuffling into her room, the door already opened to view a queen-sized bed placed in the middle of the room. Robert gently lays (y/n) onto the pink duvet, giving her a quick kiss on her mouth then moving his kisses down onto her neck. Each kiss inches down until he hovers over her panties. He gives one more look back at her face, biting her bottom lip as she watches patiently. He grabs the sides of the straps to pull the fabric off, her pussy freed from the piece of cloth. Flinging the garment to the side, hypnotized by the slick that forms from her brown lips. He gives small pecks on her inner thighs as moans become louder the closer he kisses towards her sex. “Fuck Robbie stop teasing, I hate being teased.” She whines, lightly trusting her hips in frustration.
Clicking his tongue, Robert brings a hand up towards her cunt, giving a tap slap on her. Gasping in response, Robert kisses her inner thigh once more. “You stop being a fucking tease before I leave you like this. You don’t want that now, do you baby?” His voice was so low, it honestly made (y/n) throb. Receiving a quiet head nod, Robert smirks. “Good girl.” With that, his tongue shoots to her clit giving it a fat lick.
A shiver shoots down (y/n)’s spine, arching her back as the takes over. The freckled manlaps up her puss, running his tongue inside and out of her. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, the girl falls back as she loudly moans. The louder they get, the faster Robert eats. Clenching her thighs tightly around his head and hand shooting into his short hair. “Oh, what the fuck Robbie, why are you so good?” She shakily asks, feeling breathless as a know builds up. He hums as he latches onto her clit, earning another chorus of moans. Finally at her limit, (y/n)’s thighs clamped around his head, her fist tightens their grip as she cries out. “OH FUCK.”
Legs shaking as she rides her high; Robert’s tongue is slowing down as he takes gulps of her ecstasy. Her head was reeling, vision blurred as she stared up at her ceiling. Her chest heaving as she feels the bed dip into itself. Looming over her stood Robert breathing slightly heavy. Still reeling from her high, she slowly moves a hand up onto his erection. Giving a fucked out smile, “Well, shall I return the favor?” She sits up, switching her position to sit onto her legs to fully be under Robert has he sits on his knees; undoing his slacks with haste as she give a joyous tone to see the ex-hero’s bleak colored boxers that lazily contain his solid dick. His pink tip peaking out if the hole of boxers, (y/n) licking her lips as she moves her hands to rest on each of his thighs, giving one last look up to the man's eyes been directed to her.
Giving a mischievous smile, she taunts, “You ready for me?” Giving a groan in agreement, her hands immediately pull down his boxers, his dick flopping out tapping on (y/n) cheek. “Omg Robbie, you should’ve warned me that you’re carrying a fucking weapon.” Her voluptuous lips catch his tip to give light pecks up and down his shaft. The tired man hissed as waves of adrenaline crashing intohim the longer she teased. “Fuck (nickname), stop fucking with me.” The girl looked up with big ol’ eyes twinkling. “Oh (nickname)? I haven’t heard that one in a while, Robbie you really know how to push a girl over the edge.” Without letting him rebut, she takes one of her hands to hold his base as she takes him into her mouth.
A sharp inhale is heard above her, humming as she inches deeper until her nose grazes her hand. The lean man takes his hands to hold the back of her neck, lightly playing with the back of her head. “Holy shit, why the fuck are you able to take all of me?” Gritting through his teeth, trying his best to thrust hip hips into her face. Giving a small pause which allowed Robert to find his breath which immediately left as she quickly bobbed her head. Sounds of slurps bouncing off the walls in addition with Robert’s whines, cusses, and drooling out his mouth the closer he gets to his limit.
“Fuck, (nickname) I’m going to cum.” Attempting to pull back, (y/n)’s palms instantly grab his starred hips to stop his movement. Her head refused to slow down at any given moment drawing out louder moans from her childhood crush. Reaching his max, he holds her head, fingers entangled in her napes. Nose nuzzled into his pubic hair as her lips slightly curls feeling the cum squirt into her throat. Still on his dick for a minute, she finally pulls back to look up at a disheveled Robert; his eyes looked glazed over as he pants pathetically giving her a returned fucked out look. His hand coddles her tan skin as she leans into it while she gives him the cutest smile he’s seen. Fuck, she’s gonna actually be the death of him.
I must confess that I have not actually played Dispatch (yet ☝️)
HOWEVER
I've seen enough of that watery beanpole to know I'm in love, soooooooo...
Waterboy x a reader with electricity powers? Specifically, both of them worried that water and electricity don't mix well, so they haven't actually touched each other like, skin on skin (maybe they both wear gloves idk) until they decide they want to try kissing for the first time. So they're both super nervous, closing their eyes and bracing themselves, Waterboy gives reader the tiiiiiiiiniest peck on the tip of their nose and...
Either
a) nothing happens, maybe a few literal sparks but nothing disastrous and they're free to cuddle ad infinitum
Or
b) reader's powers go haywire and black out the whole SDN building
Whichever is funnier
Welcome to the Waterboy cult! It's been a while so I hope you got the chance to play the game so I don't spoil anything by mistake. Enjoy!
Waterboy x Reader with Electric Powers 💧⚡️
"Heh, you think tha-"
You zap the overconfident villain with a little more power before he gets the chance to finish. This time he falls in a heap to the ground.
"Tried being gentle," you shrug, talking to no one in particular. You wait until the cops arrive before heading back. An empty rec room awaits you at the SDN Torrence headquarters. Grabbing a soda from the vending machine, you fall into a nearby couch. You barely drink get a sip in before your phone buzzes, but the name that shows up on the screen makes you smile.
WATERBOY
Are you back yet?
You typed back a response.
Yup in the rec room
It only took a couple of minutes for your newly minted boyfriend to show up. You smiled at him as he walked in, immediately noticing his face lighting up.
"H-hey, how did it go?" Waterboy asked, walking up to you. You stood up to meet him halfway.
"Pretty smoothly," you replied, fighting the urge to give him a peck on his bright, red cheeks. "How about you?"
"I, uh, got back a- got back a bit ago," he muttered back. It was hard to ignore his eyes flitting back and forth to your mouth.
"Is something on my face?" You asked innocently, rubbing at your lips. The blush coloring his face grew a few shades darker.
"N-no, it's not- there isn't- your face, it's, uh, nice, and c-clean- there is nothing on it," the shy hero answered, his flustered speech patterns getting stronger. "I just... I wanted to- we haven't, uh, k-kissed yet..." The last few words were barely audible as the hero's voice got smaller and smaller. Your eyes grew wide upon realizing just what your boyfriend had in mind. He seemed to be even more ambitious than you.
"Oh, yeah, I guess we haven't," you noted, feeling you own face grow hotter. The only skin-to-skin contact you had with the man in front of you sent sparks flying. Literally. And you had only tried to hold hands. You couldn't imagine what an actual kiss would do.
"Do- do you want to?" Waterboy stared at you, big, blue eyes open wide and imploring. You were sure he had no intention of pressuring you into anything, but looking back at him you couldn't imagine saying no.
"Of course, but you know what happened the last time we even touched," you say as you hold up a hand and let out a few sparks for emphasis. "I don't wanna hurt you," you mumbled while looking away.
"Y-you won't," he replied, grabbing your gloved hand with his own. "And- and even if you do, it would be worth it." You looked back at him to see him smiling reassuringly. You held his steady gaze a for moment before giving a small nod.
"Alright," you smiled back, "let's give it a try." You took a deep breath before leaning forward and closing your eyes, waiting for Waterboy to do the same. His warm breath fanned across your skin before you felt his lips on your... nose?
Your eyes flew open in surprise to see your boyfriend's face hovering just in front of your own.
"I thought we sh-should do a test run first," he explained in a soft voice, making you laugh.
"Well, looks like we are all good to go," you replied happily at the lack of consequences to his experiment. There were no sparks flying anywhere. At least, not literal ones. You closed your eyes again, this time placing a hand on his face. Waterboy returned the gesture, placing a hand on your waist to draw you closer. You both practiced caution as you slowly drew closer. His lips mets yours softly, and you held your breath for a second before fully leaning in.
You felt the electeicity surge within you, but focused on simmering it down. You could tell the lights were flickering all around the room, but you could live with that. His lips were soft, softer than your own, and unsurprisingly moist. The kiss lasted only a moment, but when you pulled away, you saw your stupid grin reflected on your boyfriend's face.
"It seems," you started, your faces still only inches apart, "we were worried for no-"
Before you finished your sentence all the lights in the room suddenly flared before exploding, covering the room in darkness and shattered glass. Neither of you moved until you heard noises outside as people clamored over the power outtage. You could barely make out the outline of the wet hero in the dark.
"Worth it," you finally stated. You didn't have to see your boyfriend's face to know it was glowing bright red. Figuring the worst had already happened, you pulled him in for another kiss. Waterboy hesitated only a second before embracing you back. Neither of you paid attention to the commotion outside, choosing instead to take full advantage of the dark.
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