" wait, what's that sound?! " males of dispatch x gn! afab! reader because i dislike the use of gendered nicknames ♡ || robert, royd, punch up, waterboy x gn! afab! reader
cw: nsfw & 18+ content ahead, of course fem anatomy used, breeding kink ofc, established relationship, implied virgin! reader, lowkey talks about kids in robert's part LOL you can see it as adoption instead as well :3,
synopsis. "taking it raw for the first time" w/ dispatch guys :)
wc: ~6k ; not proofread, might be ooc! also mostly err fluffy lil intros -> rough sx... can you tell i got tired of writing escalation to sex after a while HAHA
?! robert traced his nose down your collarbone from behind you, strong arms start to wrap around your waist whilst you cooked your usual breakfast before heading back to bed.
i mean, today was a weekend, there was nothing better than to just go back and cuddle with your husband,
beef always nudging your feet everywhere now and them while waiting for his own food, barking almost in a hushed tone.
"you two both seem pretty hungry, hm?" you let out a chuckle as you reached over for one of the snacks off the desk, "catch, beefy!" tossing it into the air at the dog proudly biting onto it, happily walking off to the living room.
"you and your son have so much in common." "you mean our son? of course he'd take after his father."
you feel a chin settle on your shoulder, and a head fit into the empty space beside your nap, "yes, mr. robertson?" "please, don't call me that, angel." you let out a small laugh before asking something out of the blue—
"rob, have you ever thought what our kids would look like?" you gaze at your side, looking at him expectantly; tilting as you watch him cough in surprise.
"s-sorry, what baby?" "like .. do you think our features match well enough?"
he stared at you like you just admitted to a war crime as he took a breather at the table, and it's not because he hasn't thought about it, it's because he didn't know how to bring it up.
after a while in silence, you placed his meal in front of him, "you wanna try?"
you don't know what you were thinking when you said that, but you couldn't say much anyway, not when you were bent over the dining table, his hand was already dug into the strands of your scalp; pushing your pretty little face right onto the table.
"wahh—nnghh, hah, mmf! h-harder pleasef-" you whine out as his cock kisses your insides, making obscene sounds neighbors would complain about. your entrance squelched loudly every thrust that slapped against your ass. literally hissing at the burn of how far his cock stretched you out.
"o-ohh, fuck—yeah, you really... haahfuck, want my kids in you, yeah?" throwing his head back promptly, he felt so insanely turned on by how hard your tight pussy was clenching onto his dick, it felt like it was about to snap off of him.
"nngh, hah... r—rob, f—uuck! s'good...!" you moaned loudly into the surface of the table; you shut your eyes close, your words fumble as your cheeks indent into the counter, your shorts pooled at your ankles. hands grasping at the fat of your hips, continuing with merciless pistons of his hips into yours.
his smile grows into a smirk, watching your hole let his cock sink into you; your entrance shudders around him, making him twitch in return; your hands grip at the wood of the table, barely holding onto to it,
"f—fuck, i'm gonna... gonna fuck a kid into you." you gasped, lip quivering as you shudder under the pressure building up in your stomach. "they're gonna be so fuckin' adorable, jus'—haah, imagine... their cute lil' faces.."
his hand adjusts its grasp in your hair, lifting you up so he could see your face better, "jus' look at th—eir beautiful fuc-fucking parent they're g—haah-gonna have... y-your eyes... and my head of hair."
"fuuuck, you feel th—aat? all for you, angel." he cooed into your ear, his finger tracing your jaw gently as you continue to whine in pleasure. the helpless rolls of his hips into yours spiked euphoria up into you, "ahhn- rob, w—what would you w-wanna name her i-if she were a girl."
a hard thrust spears right through you, "roxanne sounds good, don't you think?" he smirks, pulling your head up by your hair; one arm now holding you up as he continues to hit your insides up. "god i'm gonna be very... hah.. confused if you don't get pregnant, mmm—by t-tonight."
you didn't know if you felt overwhelmed or not, but god were you crying so fucking happily; you haven't had anyone fuck you at all, not anyone good at least. "e—every other guy that's fucked you never got you this pleased, mmm?" letting out a huff through ragged words, he was so in love with you.
"fuck, i needed this. needed you." he mumbled into your skin, your skin scattered with bites of love blessed your shoulders and collarbones, your legs were already quivering, twitching even; his pace was one you weren't even aware about.
he grinned at how helpless you were, god was he just loving this, no matter how little sleep he got last night; this fully woke him up, of course it would. he hadn't heard you moan like this since the first time you two got to make out, and that was a while ago. you two never thought of having kids... well, until you brought it up. which would be now—two weeks after your wedding.
"holy shiiit, god you feel so fuckin' good, baby—mmmfuck! hold it right there, angel, right there." he could tell with the way you were being pushed to your climax, that's when you would clench around him hard, although it already was a tight fit on your own. his voice was like a growl of that an animal, animalistic and sharp thrusts that made you shiver.
"nnh, ahhh— fuck i-i think i will, rob, mmn please!" you whimper, he loved to hear the desperation in your voice grow. "i'm gonna breed you, im gonna fucking breed you, fuckfuckfuck—"
his arms surround your waist before you felt your climax strike in unison with spurts of come that touched your womb, making your eyes roll back into your skull, you both moan loudly in unison,
juices mixed with both yours and his drip to the floor, you lean backwards, your head landing onto one of his broad shoulders, his muscley arms keep you in place. "fuck, you did good, angel. so, so proud of you."
you smile weakly before giving a shy kiss onto his lips, your hand on the back of his head. "love you so much rob."
...
"BEEF DON'T DRINK THAT—"
cw: used hawaiian nickname/s ive heard from tv shows :sob:
royd was directly behind you, helping with dishes, you wash the dirt off, he scrubs the soap on, and you place them into the plate dryer, it was the life... except you felt like something was missing...
"thanks for helping baby." you reached up to kiss him as you take your dish gloves off, taking a seat on a kitchen counter nearby. swinging your legs as you smile at your husband.
"no problem, m'lady. anything else?" ... "would you be down to breed me?"
his eyes widen for a moment, showing his clear surprise until it fades into a smile; "y-you what, my love?" his glance moved over to the sink, cleaning the dirt built at the bottom to avoid looking you straight in the eye, "where are you looking, roy? come on! i wanna know if you've been thinking what i have recently!"
"i have been thinking.... ever since we got married, but ehh... i din know if ya wanted 'em too." he sighed, rubbing the back of his nape, you laugh a little at his response,
"don't worry, it's just a question. but i... i want you to feel good too." and there you go, he couldn't even stop you because god he's been wanting a few for a long, long time. but why would he ever force you?
"sorry, i'm just— i know it might... it might hurt, but i'm willing to take you." "keep talking, and i think i might."
you were already bent over the kitchen counter, his cock lined up right between your thighs, touching the very surface of your clit, but only merely using your thighs for friction and pleasure. "fuck, y—you feel amazin' ipo... haah."
you whined at the way he easily manhandled your thighs, your cunt getting wetter by the second; sadly only to be pleased by rubbing against your folds, and not actually inside you...
"i... i'll let ya think about dis, first, 'kay? i'mma fuck your thighs first..." his voice was soft, but god was his cock absolutely monster sized, your thighs could barely cover half of it, "nnh, but i wan' it now..." whining with plead so dearly, he usually wouldn't be able to resist, but he wanted you to be able to back out whenever you wanted,
after all it was your first time. he didn't want you to feel anything you didn't.
your clothes were somewhere over there, your legs were twitching around him making him groan with volume. you squeezed your thighs together on impulse whilst he slowly moved your lower body in and out the friction.
you felt your juices slowly dripping onto your inner thighs as well, his big mushroom tip pushing through the cleavage of your skin making you cry in waves of pleasure as he continued to over, and over again.
"you make it hard, hard n—not to thrust i-into you..." he coos into your ear, you could only get off to the rub you got from his shaft; "mmfuck, please, royd, i wan' it...!" you cried out, you don't know if this was his way of teasing,
he suddenly removed himself, and flipped you over to lay on your back. "oh my—fuck!" and there it was, barely an inch in and you could feel a singing burn, god did he stretch you out so, so badly. and you loved it so much; when the hell did he get tattoos on his cock?!
you could see his inked up shaft slowly enter inside you as you let out one long, loud mouthful cry of pleasure.
"do ya like it? cause sshit, you right.. you do feel nice..."
thirty minutes later, he had your legs up on his large shoulders, your body sloped up slightly, a very, very clear belly bulge was in your stomach, which only turned the both of you on all the more. "nghh—f-uuuckk, royd so good... mmn- sshit, so good!" you exclaimed, lust filling your entire body; his cock felt fucking amazing going up into your tight pussy,
"s-so fucking good for me, ipo..." he whispered into your ear, bending your body into a tight mating press, your face was clear with corruption as your eyes were consistently rolled back into your skull, back arching every thrust he gave you. loud squelches bounce off all the interior.
cw: brief usage of a foreign petname!
punch up, aka colm's hands were strong, you loved the way he could pick you up, and throw you around without any difficulty, which could probably be said about right now.
"ooh- nghh, f—uuck! colm, r-right there..." his arms lifted you up and down so so so easily, you swear you felt you were being split in half the way he had almost no doubt whilst fucking you up and down onto his cock.
only a mere mirror as his reference to see your expression, your body, and how your body reacted to his. watching the milky ring on the base of his cock grow in unison with his smirk, "y-yeah, y'like it, mo chride?" you moaned at the sudden use of the petname, and god did you love hearing his accent.
it was the first time you two got to fuck in a while, work taking up 3/4 his schedule; and now here he was, fucking his pretty little partner on the edge of the bed while he lifted them up and down, controlling the pace of how often his tip gets to hit your sweet, spongy core.
water droplets of sweat fell off your body, off your forehead, your arms, everywhere, you had just come out the shower, and he couldn't wait any longer to take you now. steam fogged up the reflective surface, yet he could still make out your figure through all of it. your bath towel was thrown to the side,
the air conditioner was loud with cool gliding over your body, making you shiver as you continue to ride him. gummy walls closed in around his cock, making him groan loudly as well, his shaft covered in your juices and his.
you shut your eyes close in euphoria, feeling him bulge into your tummy oh-so well. despite any rumor that he has a small dick, it could not be further from the truth.
"fuck, 'm g'na cum in ya, sshit!"
waterboy, also known as your herman, was shriveled up and submitting to your touch as you pulled on his tie. slightly choking him as you dipped your entrance on his cock once more; "ffuck, baby... s—so good... nnnh!" he whimpered underneath you, face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure.
his eyebrows knit together in pleasure, raising his face to look up at you with your finger, "look at me, herm, please? need to see your face when you cum inside me, 'kay?"
your voice was soft, and caring, just like the one he fell in love with, and god he wanted you even more whenever you treated him like this. pathetic when your warm cunt takes all of his big, nerdy dick inside you. watching it enter you was what turned you on even more than the praise you give him,
"f—uuuck! so.. good, mmf..." his voice cracked, he was so in love with how you control whatever happened right now, even as you placed his palms over your ass, and your hands land on his shoulders. " hold onto me, maybe you'll fall apart earlier than usual." ah, there was that adorable giggle, he was just eating what-fucking-ever you gave him,
"mmmn, fuck, i could do this for hours, k—keep mumbling like that and i might actually."
it was the first time you got to take your herman raw, usually he'd want to be safe, but per request, he wanted to take all of you on him, and he was happy he was the cause of that gorgeous bulge in your stomach.
"can see those hearts in your eyes, baby, you really like when i ride you, don't you?" you tease into his ear, playing with his hair gently, unlike the rhythm of your hips sinking onto his.
It varies from pregnancy/partner. But one thong remains consistent; his sweet tooth.
His love for Twinkies is unending. But only the original Vanilla flavour. Give him a Banana or Fourth of July-flavoured Twinkie, and he might just cry.
As for cravings that vary between partners/AUs I have considered:
Sonar/Victor: Bugs/shellfish (inspired by one of my fic fics). Its the bat instincts. Robert might just eat his weight in fried shrimp, tails and all. Victor takes the opportunity to introduce his mate to some of his fave buggy snacks. Robert hates that silkworms and ant eggs quickly become his go-to choice of invertebrate.
Flambae/Chad: Spice. He craves foods that bring him warmth; curries, chillies, spiced meat etc. Robert suspects its his body trying to balance out the fire the baby carries. Once Chad finds out about the pregnancy, he is feeding Robert as much traditional Persian dishes as he can.
Chad: "You eat like shit, and I don't want our kid to be born with normie white-boy taste buds."
Robert: "Aww, I knew you cared." <3
Punch Up/Colm: Pickles and leafy greens. Colm might just steal Robert away for a "honeymoon" to his home country of Ireland to show him off to family + introduce him to local cuisine. Robert discovers piccalilli (a neon yellow relish common here) and pretty much drowns his food in it. Discovers that nettles are edible and very tasty.
Coupe/Janette: Blood and foods with a high Iron content. Robert develops pretty bad anaemia while pregnant, and Janette is willing to feed him her own blood if she has to. Robert thanks her for the dedication, but points out that pre-natal vitamins are a thing for a reason. Janette compromises with blood sausage and Seonji-guk (Korean beef blood soup). Robert gains a taste for organ meats and oily fish like mackerel.
Waterboy/Herman: Fruits and vegetables with high water content; cucumbers, zucchini, bell peppers, and regrettably; melon. The edible arrangements are quickly decimated - Phenomaman is delighted that someone is enjoying them! Robert still thinks cantaloupe is gross, as he chomps down on his fifth slice of the day. (Photo of a otter scowling as it eats watermelon). Herman makes Robert plenty of summer salads he learned from his grandmother. Robert also gets extremely thirsty during his pregnancy - suspects the baby has a water-absorption power.
Phenomaman/Katon-Ur: Stuff that people normally wouldn't eat. Pica is a pretty common pregnancy symptom, often tied to unknown vitamin deficiencies/prehistoric instincts. Robert craves fucking clay and chalk. The xeno-biologist on his case quickly deduces that Robert's baby is leeching calcium off him, and gets him on an upped vitamin regiment. Robert also gets the urge to eat literal grass and flowers. One day, Katon greets him with a bouquet of edible flowers. Robert cries as he eats them.
Katon: "I asked the flower selling person about flowers safe for humans to eat! I hope these may reduce your cravings."
Robert: (*starts crying*)
Katon, sad face: "Oh no. I have failed you."
Robert, still teary-eyed: "No! You did great! It's just very sweet."
Katon: "I can assure you some are peppery tasting."
Robert, hugging him tight: "You big goober."
