#dispatch fanfic

[mitositosis]

He caught you 👁️👁️

Another fanart based off @patheticwhitemenlover 's Dancing in the Moonlight Waterboy x reader fic .... Specifically from a scene in Part 3 ^^

why did i draw him so pretty

[miyaz6ki]

" 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.

"you're so good for me... love you so much..."

[thatweirddeadgirl]

hi i’ve recently been really into dispatch lately so have this thought.

im sorry if its not accurate or i get characterization wrong, most of my knowledge is from clips ive seen of the game and watching only half of the episodes because ive been so busy but i do know whats going on.

CW!! this is ass im sorry, gore?? fighting and violence, i kept reader as gender neutral as possible and i kept this free of any spoilers about the new episodes. reader has a power. uuhhh thats it i think

the z-team with a dispatcher reader who is an absolute sweetheart.

anyone at SDN who has worked or interacted with you always has something nice to say.

of course, a lot of the team are very weary around you at first, thinking that its all an act and you’ll eventually show your true colors.

but that never happenes. you just have this sort of hope and care for them that alot of the team weren’t used to.

you're so kind and thoughtful to everyone, even with the more colder and ruder personalities. you’re always willing to help and listen, making sure everyone is taken care of and feels seen but you also don’t push too hard.

you simply do the best you can with what you’re given.

but make no mistake, just cause you’re a sweetheart doesn’t mean that you’re also a doormat. you’ve had your fair share of having to be cold and stern with certain people.

although those moments are definitely rare, they’re not unfamiliar to you.

there’s actually a rumor (that you refuse to comment on) about how you were actually supposed to be a hero but for some reason you never pursued it. they know you have powers but they don’t know how powerful you are.

anytime they try to ask and pry they’re always met with the same smile and a very vague answer before you gently tell them to focus on work.

none of the team have really seen that side of you. maybe you’ve come close to it once or twice when your forced smile gets too tight because someone is spouting the most ridiculous nonsense to you but you’ve always managed to keep your composure.

but that fight at the bar definitely changed their view on you.

you had been sitting outside with golem, not really in the mood for drinking so you thought you would keep him company. you both were just talking about the music he listens to when a portal opened in front of you both.

you follow golem and are shocked by the chaotic scene. you debate just waiting for everyone outside but don’t get the chance to think about it for too long when some random villain attempts to attack you from behind.

your instincts kick in and you manage to quickly dodge. you grab them by the back of their head and slam their head into the floor repeatedly, effectively knocking them out.

you try to make your escape outside but this time you feel someone put you in a headlock. they try to slit your throat but it doesn’t penetrate your skin. for a moment they look confused.

that’s when they realize the change in your appearance. they couldn’t cut you because your skin fucking hardens. (im uncreative with powers so yes this is based off of kirishima from mha and maybe colossus from x men)

you take their stunned silence as a chance to wriggle yourself out of their grip and deliver a punch to the face. because your skin is harder that means any of your regular attacks hit 100x harder.

you practically pushed the guys nose into his brain with the way he screams and falls to the floor, writhing in pain.

you’re trying to calm yourself down and clear your head but another villain tries attacking you once again, this time hitting you with a chair.

it doesn’t work of course. it breaks but it doesn’t do any damage. you look at the scrawny villain with the most terrifying death glare and he realizes he fucked up.

the team only become aware of your presence when you throw the guy across the bar and he crashes through the window, landing through the building across the street.

they spare a glance in your direction and are surprised at the drastic change in appearance.

you have a much darker and wilder look, your skin is harder and it makes you look sharp. like if they even put a pinky on you, their entire hand would get get off.

some of them look at you in awe and shock while others are cheering you on for finally letting loose.

only to quickly realize why you kept this hidden.

you’re not just beating the villains that are attacking you, you’re going absolutely insane on anyone getting in your way.

by the end of the fight they have to get flambae, punch-up and sonar in his true bat form to pry you off of the poor sap who probably needs facial reconstruction surgery after receiving the devastating hits you were giving to him and his friend who’s chest is probably caved in.

now you’re sat outside of this fast food place you don’t remember the name of, wearing sonars suit jacket because unfortunately your clothes got messed up. you tiredly munch on the food someone slide towards you.

another reason you didn’t like using your power was because it took a fuck ton of energy out of you. you wouldn’t be surprised if you end up oversleeping tomorrow. or just not going to work at all.

you’re brought back to reality when you realize someone was calling your name.

“why did you never became a hero? with that lil power of yours, you’re basically a human shield” prism asks as she and the others rewatch the video she managed to take of you while you were fighting.

this catches everyones attention. all of them agreeing before looking over to your tired form, waiting for your answer.

honestly, it was a lot of reasons. yeah your power was great but you hated how weak you felt after. the pain you would feel deep within your bones. especially when someone did manage to hit you hard enough even in your hardened state, the aftershock of it was the absolute worst.

if it wasn’t the pain in your bones, it was the way your skin felt after. you always felt like you were on fire while someone was cutting into your skin simultaneously.

but those weren’t the biggest reasons you decided to not become a hero.

after taking a sip of your drink, you bluntly answer.

“i hate violence”

they all stare at you, waiting for you to elaborate further before realizing that you weren’t going to as you continued to eat your food.

they laugh at the answer.

of fucking course that was your reason.

but as they all watch the video of you snapping one of the villians necks like it was a pencil, they understand.

and honestly? they’re grateful that your a sweetheart.

uuuuhhhh i didn’t know how to end this so yeah.

hope you enjoyed! i love these goobers so much i need more z-team x reader fics NEOWWW CAUSE IM A WHORE!!!!

[gtgbabie0]

જ⁀➴ synopsis: messy makeouts are the cure to your boyfriends jaded soul.

જ⁀➴ contents: established relationship, suggestive, the suit stays on, slight nipple play, clothed sex, kinda sweet, my smut is rusty, sorta short, I need him oml, 18+

જ⁀➴ idk man he’s turned me feral ig. hope you enjoy my loves!

“Babe- fuck- if you’re gonna grind on me fucking do it, stop with the teasing.” His words come out all gruff and muffled against your jaw as his gloved hands squeeze at your ass, pressing you down against him with a choked noise that catches pathetically in his throat.

“I don’t wanna ruin your suit,” you reply sweetly, as if you hadn't imagined this exact scenario the first time you had seen him in it. he chuckles faintly at your words, knowing damn well how dirty your mind is despite the cute little innocent act you had going on.

Robert reaches a hand up to curl his fingers around your jaw, pulling you closer to him until his lips press against yours— grinning against your mouth as you wiggle a little on his lap, hands grasping at his shoulders.

“You think I care about the damn suit right now?”

You go to answer, but he only kisses you deeper, tongue pushing past your lips, fingers slipping into your hair before murmuring: “rhetorical question, sweetheart. I don’t care, just keep moving your hips.”

And you do, grinding your clothed cunt down against his hard-on with a broken little moan that makes his head spin. your arms curl around his shoulders as his hands drop back down to your hips to guide you a little harder against him.

“There you go, just- fuck- just like that, baby.” He grunts, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the side of your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to give him more space, whispering out his name breathily when he sucks at the underside of your jaw.

He needed this after today’s shit show, just a little TLC from you— and god knows he could spend hours like this with you all around him smelling like vanilla and so incredibly warm, he needed to feel you, your bare skin, so he quickly tugs his gloves off, throwing them onto the floor to run his hands all over your curves, rough palms tracing over your waist and up along your back.

“You’re so soft, so pretty.” He whispers against your mouth before pulling back just to lift your shirt— his shirt— over your head. His lidded gaze drinks you all in with a boyish grin, like he was proud of himself. “so fuckin’ pretty,” he drawls out, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.

“Ah!- Robert-" you gasp when he pinches the hardened peaks, and you arch into his calloused palms with a broken whimper— giving a lazy roll of your hips that makes him writhe needily beneath you.

“wanna see you- need to-”

Your fingertips clumsily brush along his stubbled jaw, slipping under his mask and pushing it off his head. his freckled cheeks are slightly flushed, and his hair is all tussled, even more so when you run your fingers through it, coaxing a sigh from him.

“Missed you.” your words instantly soften something inside him, then your peppering warm kisses against his cheeks, and he just melts completely— arms wrapping around you like you’re the only thing grounding him… and in some way, yeah, you were.

“m’here now, baby, not going anywhere,” he promises, breath fanning over your collarbones, sloppily kissing back up your neck to your mouth— his lips slick with a mixture of your spit and his, all red and kiss-bitten. “I’m here.”

You clench around nothing as you rock down against his hard cock that is strained against his suit, the rough texture of it rubbing perfectly against your clothed clit— the cotton fabric of your panties completely drenched, leaving a filthy wet patch where you’re grinding desperately. your fingers tug at his hair, which only makes him jolt and buck under you making all sorts of needy moans that only encourages you to move.

The kiss is hot, wet, with his tongue licking into your mouth and his teeth nipping at your bottom lip— swallowing back all your whines whilst his hands grope at you, fingers sinking into the fat on your hips almost bruisingly.

“Gonna make a mess on me, huh?— come on baby, c’mon.” you can tell by the strain in his gruff voice that he was close, the way he tucks his face into the warm crook of your neck, panting hotly.

He mouths lazily at your collarbones as you practically soak his lap with a whiny: “Yeah— Robbie, coming— fuck, m’coming.” and he follows embarrassingly quick after you, coming in his underwear and ruining his suit even more than it already was— a very warm and sticky mess pooling wetly between you.

Your thighs twitch at either side of his own, and you collapse against his chest with a shuddering breath whilst his fingers run soothingly through your hair, trailing along your spine.

“You alright?” he asks breathlessly. you respond with a nod, and he grins against your shoulder, “bed?”

“Fuck yes.”

[thelittlewyrm]

“So you’ve seen it?”

“Oh yeah, Blazer briefed me for about half an hour”

“Shit man…”

[moviecritc]

robert robertson and his scars (+18)

Everytime you and Robert make out (in your apartment, obviously) somehow you always end up completely naked, legs spread in your couch as he dives into your cunt eagerly with one of his hands kneading your breasts and the other scissoring your hole.

It was always the same. You on his lap, kissing and biting, feeling his boner grow between your legs, grinding on him and then he flips you over in one swift motion. You blink and his nose is bumping your clit as his tongue abuses your pretty pussy that he always compliments.

You’re still trembling, thighs slick, heart hammering against your ribs as Robert pulls back just enough to look at you. His lips are swollen, glistening with you, and his eyes —fuck, those dark, hungry eyes— rake over your body like he’s memorizing every inch.

Your nipples are peaked from his rough fingers, your cunt still fluttering from the way he scissored you open. And you’re aching, aching for more. You want him inside you. You want to feel that thick cock you’ve been grinding against for weeks finally stretch you, fill you and ruin you.

You sit up, legs shaky, and reach for his belt. Your fingers fumble with the buckle, desperate and needy.

“Robert,” you breathe, voice wrecked, “let me—fuck, I need you. Take this off. I want to see you. All of you.”

He stills.

His hand clamps over yours, stopping you cold. Not playful at all. When you look up, his jaw is clenched, eyes suddenly flat.

“No,” he says, voice clipped

You blink, confused, heat still pulsing between your legs. “What?”

“I said no.” He yanks your hand off his belt and stands, towering over you.

His shirt hangs open, but his pants are still on, cock straining against the fabric like a cruel joke. He doesn’t touch you now. Doesn’t look at your naked body sprawled out for him. Just stares down like you’ve done something wrong.

You sit there, exposed, legs still open, pussy dripping onto the couch, and your chest tightens. “Robert, what the fuck? You just had your tongue in me—”

“Yeah,” he cuts in, voice sharp, “I think that's enough”

You flinch. He’s never spoken to you like this. Never stopped like this. You’ve been naked under him a dozen times, begging, and he was always sweet and willing to please you. But this was totally different.

You pull your knees together, suddenly small. “Did I… do something?”

He runs a hand through his hair, breaking the eye contact with you.

He exhales hard, like the air’s been punched out of him, and finally looks at you, really looks. The cold mask cracks. His shoulders sag.

“Shit,” he mutters. “I’m sorry.” The words come out rough, scraped raw. He crouches so you’re eye-level, but still doesn’t touch you. “I didn’t mean to snap. I just—” He stops, jaw working. “I panicked.”

You hug your knees to your chest, skin cooling, waiting.

Robert’s fingers hover over his own torso, then drop. “I’ve got scars,” he says, voice low. “Bad ones. Under the shirt. I don’t… I don’t let anyone see them.” He laughs, but it’s hollow. “Stupid, right? I’ll bury my face in your pussy for hours, but the second you reach for my belt I turn into an asshole.”

Your heart twists. You reach out, slow, and brush his knuckles. He flinches, then lets you lace your fingers with his.

“They’re from an accident,” he continues, staring at your joined hands. “Years ago. Skin grafts, burns, the works. I look like a fucking roadmap.” He risks a glance at you. “I didn’t want you to see and… change your mind.”

The silence stretches. You scoot closer, knees brushing his. “Robert.” You wait until he meets your eyes. “I’ve had your tongue so deep inside me I forgot my own name. You think a few scars are gonna scare me off?”

His mouth twitches, almost a smile. “They’re ugly.”

“Let me decide that.” You tug his hand to your thigh, guiding it between your legs again, where you’re still wet, still open for him. “I want you. All of you. Scars, cock and that filthy mouth. I’m not asking for perfect.”

He swallows, throat bobbing. You feel the tremor in his fingers.

“Show me,” you whisper. “Please.”

Robert’s breath hitches. Then, slowly, he stands. His hands move to his shirt. One button. Two. The fabric parts, and there they are: jagged lines, puckered skin, pale patches where grafts took. A story written in hurt across his ribs, his stomach, disappearing beneath his waistband.

You don’t flinch. You reach up, trace a raised seam with your thumb. He shudders.

“Still want me?” he asks, voice barely there.

You answer by pulling him down, mouth crashing into his, legs wrapping his waist. You feel his cock, still trapped in denim, grind against your bare cunt.

“Fuck yes,” you breathe against his lips. “Let me feel every inch of you.”

robert robertson masterlist a/n: i know that he is canonically unbothered by his scars but guess what i don't give a fuck

[unearthlyeclipse]

WATERBOY :: HERMAN P!LINKS // NSFW/SMUT

A/N: Okay Dispatch is slowly taking over my life and NOT in a good way, also, probably not going to finish those kinktober prompts im so sorry ya'll,,, ANYWAYS SONAR'S NEXT ENJOY ^_^

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, AFAB bottom/top reader, bottom/top waterboy, p in v, creampies, riding, fingering, kissing, blowjobs, handjobs, teasing, fingersucking, femdom & male subs, service topping, dry humping, thighfucking, cunnilingus, overstimulation. (Let me know if anything was missed or if there are any errors!!)

(GIF) Waterboy is unable to believe he's touching the real thing.

Waterboy had begged you to ride him, and who were you to deny?

Hyperspermia!Waterboy who is unable to get enough of you.

Waterboy learning your body as you kiss.

Waterboy is a big guy, which means big loads!!

A vocal Waterboy.

Waterboy can't help but watch the way you take his cock.

Waterboy loves your pretty boobs.

Waterboy can be the messiest of eaters! || Really likes to show his appreciation for you with overstimulation.

Giving Waterboy a good time in the supply closet.

A hard and sensitive Waterboy for you!

Even if you get wet, you and Waterboy love dryhumping! || He can cum buckets every single time.

Waterboy can't get enough of how soft your thighs are.

Waterboy getting bold and sending you a video.

Waterboy doesn't wanna stop, you feel way too good!!

[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!"