I am here to once again say, thank you for reading my “how do you fuck him, and do it gently” fic turned “he gets connections, people who love him, a hot boyfriend, and a place on Earth” fic. We hit 200 kudos on my hot garbage!!!! I love Phenomaman and I love attention.
Anyway I've never written xReader fic before because it's not really my brand but under the cut is my opinion on what it would be like if you were sandwiched between them... Who cares, y'know?
Phenomaman x Reader x OC
You first met Moonshadow when he walked into SDN while you were making googly eyes at his boyfriend, Phenomaman... the handsome hero who was busy explaining the lifespan of ginkgo trees to you. Moonshadow was in plainclothes and you still knew who he was instantly. It's not like there's a lot of natives with long hair that work at SDN, and no one would confuse him with Royd. He looked between the two of you, frowning. And you thought, fuck I'm dead. He clocked my ass. It's not like you were actually going to make a move, either! It's just a crush!! You're a bit starstruck is all.
Then he grinned, like a handsome wolf. And you realized oh shit I'm actually dead though. He's going to bury my body.
Flash forward to now, pressed between them and twisted in the bedding of Katon's room, you think that you might as well be dead.
Phenoma- Katon, he's held in place with ropes on his upper body, to keep from grabbing you too tight and breaking something. Spread out like a hairy greek god, and reduced to tearful whimpering as you work him with your mouth again. He's pulsing under your lips, squirming and huffing, overwhelmed. You're sweating all over.
This isn't what you predicted having sex with Phenomaman would be like, him laying there passively, but in hindsight it makes sense. Definitely didn't think the other guy would be here, and it turns out he's the devil.
Nick -you know that's his name now- he had introduced you to what his alien partner had between his legs calmly, not even giving you time to panic at the sight of it. How can you, when he's so cool and casual about the whole thing? He held your hair twisted between his fingers and talked you through exactly what the alien liked, while Katon laid there placidly, letting you explore with your lips and tongue under his partner's watchful eye. He's hot against your back, kissing and nipping at your neck and your ear, and he groans into it when you bring Katon to the edge again. He likes how much attention you're giving his princess, keeps egging you on into giving him more. Working you like a dog, like you're a convenient sex toy he picked up.
The alien lets out a shaky cry, legs flexing on either side of your head, and Nick's hands snatch his thighs and hold him open just in time as he cums violently again, sobbing from deep in his chest. He's done a good job of protecting you from being crushed. Katon's hairy abs jump as the pleasure wracks his body.
“Th-thank you,” Katon manages, dazed, forgetting to close his mouth as he pants openly, exhausted. He says thank you every time, after Nick prompted him to remember his manners when they had company.
“And?” Nick asks breathily, making his partner sob under you again. Your lips and tongue feel numb after so many, but Nick was right. He looks really good like this. Spoiled and flushed.
“M-may I have another?” he manages, like he's supposed to ask until Nick says they're done, not looking like he wants another at all. He's had a lot, and his lip quivers. You hesitate, unsure, propped up on your elbows.
Nick hums, reaching over you again to tuck some of Katon's hair back behind his ear where it normally rests. Katon chases his hand like a dog, trying to press into it, face red. His wrists and arms twist in the bindings, as he squirms half-heartedly. The ropes creak, but he is careful not to break them.
“He's alright,” Nick promises you, even though he's not ending his shared gaze with Katon. His eyes are soft and filled with love all of a sudden. Is that what he looks like, positioned behind you? Less like a bastard? “He can take another one. He's not even non-verbal yet. Hey, sweetheart?”
Katon-Ur nods, trembling. He's already so sensitive. The both of you are bullying him. He loves being the centre of attention, taking whatever you both give for as long as you want.
He guides your face back down into Katon's flesh, and the mountain of muscle under you keens as you begin again, lapping through the mess and shivering at the tickling sensation over your face as his feelers touch at you. Your tongue tingles. Nick takes a moment to rub at the back of your neck, and it feels nice.
You shiver, and then moan when Nick finally reaches under to palm at you, rubbing over your underwear. His cock feels huge at your hip, bigger than you've taken in a while. How he's been able to be an active observer for so long while that thing is rock hard, you can't comprehend. It's not inhuman, but it's still huge.
“I'm going to prep you while you work, so try not to get distracted,” he rasps, like you're having a conversation. “Gonna have to be thorough if you really want it.” You can almost feel the callouses on his fingertips through the soft cotton, as he teases you in deft little movements that promise skill, and your mouth waters. You do want it. Fuck it. “You've done such a good job on him, you can get it however you want.”
Later, Nick is going to lay you over his boyfriend so that you can moan into his mouth, and then eventually his soft chest, while you get fucked down to your bones. Katon won't even be mentally present anymore, but he'll still kiss you back, whimpering when you're rubbed back and forth on his sensitive skin. There's no strength left in you, no feeling in your lips. Nick is a fucking terror, somehow able to rock your whole body without making it hurt. Maybe the rumours about him being an ex-escort are true, you'll decide in a daze. You're never doing this again, you'd die. What the hell is wrong with him.
Fuck, they're going to have to carry you home if they want you out before tomorrow afternoon.
This ended up being just a one-off mention in Talk to Me, but I made up a whole backstory and I’m sad I didn’t get to use it so here you go:
Basically, one night while he was trying to distract himself from his crushing loneliness, Phenomaman went down a rabbit hole of those bird rehabilitation videos on social media. And there was one video about an elderly toucan with arthritis, mobility issues, and a damaged beak. The person in the video cleaned the beak very gently with a toothbrush and groomed its pin feathers and carefully sanded the areas of the beak that were damaged. And at the end of the video, the guy rubbed some coconut oil on the beak and fed the toucan some fruit.
Phen watched that video and was reminded very strongly of his friend and dispatcher Robert Robertson. At first he associated him with the toucan—small, weak. Damaged and in need of care. But then he took note of the man caring for the toucan. During the entire video, the man spoke in this very deadpan, almost careless voice, but he very carefully and gently treated this sick creature in his charge. And the more he thought on it, the more certain Phen was that this nonchalantly caring man was a better comparison for Robert Robertson, who regularly cared for Phen and the Z-Team in small but impactful ways. And it gave Phen a feeling of comfort, to be so strongly reminded of his friend even when he was by himself.
Still, it was only one video, and in the weeks after, he didn’t think much on it.
And then one day he was wandering through an outdoor market when he came upon a set of brightly colored hand towels decorated with pleasing images of toucans, and the video came rushing back to him, and he purchased them right away.
Robert’s eyebrows raised when presented with them, but he smiled and thanked Phen when he told him they reminded Phen of him.
and then he ended up using one as a cumrag to clean up after certain activities. but it’s okay, Robert will wash it and Phen will never have to know what that poor toucan saw
Do you guys think Robert was homeschooled or went to public school?
I feel like the consensus I've seen the most is homeschool, but I can't make up my own mind. The thing is he's clearly so desensitized to everything the Z-Team throws at him. So when did he get that "skill".
I feel like the potential is great either way. 15 yo Robert dropping out of public school when his dad dies and vanishing, his bullies panicking (if he had them) that he died too or they went too far, or homeschooled sheltered Robert getting thrown into the deep end of the crime circle when he takes up the mantle.
i love when a character is very clearly going through their own shit badly and is able to be sympathised with yet they are also being awful to others and hurting people who don't deserve it, and the narrative is showing how they got here but not letting them off the hook for being cruel just because they are hurting.
i dont like ☝ what happens when you introduce this type of character to a large fandom
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