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[grotexx]

If Looks Could Kill.⋆♱

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pairing(s): sonar x gn!fem!reader warnings: 18+!!, smut, mild exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving) synopsis: sonar gets riled up out on a mission with you and shows you exactly just how crazy you make him wc: 1.3k

a/n: border by @/cursed-carmine & @/cafekistune

You got way more than you bargained for when you were recruited to SDN. 

Panting and wiping the blood from the side of your mouth, you stood up and watched as Sonar switched back from his full-bat form to normal again. His uniform was mildly tattered, a rip down the side of his shirt showing off the milky skin underneath. Funnily enough, you had a matching one just to the opposite side, showing off the curve of your waist underneath.

Ugh. You just got this shirt last week too.

Thankfully the room was fresh of any enemies, Sonar having taken care of that problem and you only taking one blow amidst your hacking on the computer across the room. You and Sonar’s mission had been stationed at the very top floor of an office building, him flying you both to the roof and then leading you down from there. Needless to say, it was kind of terrifying with all of the glass windows surrounding the room. 

“Great work team. See you guys after lunch.” Robert sounded over the earpiece, interrupting your thoughts with a dismissive beep. Thank god, you could hopefully convince Sonar to fly you home to get a change of clothes. That’s if he didn’t have other plans, of course. 

In an instant, it felt as if your feet completely left the ground as your back made contact with a hard surface.  With an ‘oof’, your eyes fluttered open as you made eye contact with your companions' needy gaze. White eyes traced every inch and curve, drinking you in. 

“You know you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy right now?” He buried his snout in your neck, hot breath coming to meet your cold skin. Fangs lightly grazed and nipped at you while wondering hands slid up your back and down to your clothed ass. With a small gasp, you placed your hand on the back of his neck and instinctively arched into his touch. 

“Lunch breaks get you all hot and bothered or something?” You teased. 

“Nah, but seeing how good my pretty little thing did today does something to me.” He sank his teeth deep into your neck, careful to not hurt you but hard enough to leave an indention. Fingers trailed up your sides to explore the rest of your body, dipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke the bottom of your stomach. You made a high-pitched squeak, fingers sinking deep into his fur and pulling.

“Brat,” he grumbled, fully snaking his hands under your top and eagerly sliding under your bra to grope your tits. He kissed down your jawline, tonguing your earlobe for a second before making his way back down your throat and collarbone. A sturdy foot kicked your legs apart, a strong thigh coming to rest in between so you had no means of closing them anytime soon. 

He was just getting started. With as much time as thirty minutes would give him, of course. Shave off five for aftercare and a new shirt. 

“S-shit Vic-“ 

His thumbs slid over your nipples, circling as his thigh pressed further up into your entrance. It drove you crazy how impatient he was, and it drove him crazy how you were willing to comply under any circumstance. One hand continuing the assault on your tit; the other slid its way down to your jeans, playing with the button and unzipping away the only restraint blocking you from him. Taking his thigh away, he shimmied your jeans halfway down before you gasped and placed a hand on his wrist, halting him,

“Against the window? What if someone sees?” 

“High building baby,” kiss ,”someone’s gonna need damn good eyes,” kiss, “and if they do,” kiss, “we’ll give ‘em a show to remember.” kiss. 

That’s all that needed to be said, your jeans practically off in an instant. The cold emanating from the window nipped at the back of your legs and ass cheeks, causing you to shiver from all of the sensations that kissed your bare skin. That problem was quickly taken care of, your thighs took up into a strong grip as you felt your back slide upwards a good foot from where you had been originally standing. Sonar dropped to his knees, bringing you with him as your knees hooked over his shoulders and hung there, the wall and his strength being the only thing keeping you from making impact with the floor. Fur nestled between your thighs, ticking little spots it didn’t fully reach and igniting a fire in your core. Heat coated your panties, snout close and breathing in your scent– so deeply captivated. He nudged your clothed clit once, and then twice, his thumbs caressing your thighs where he held you in place. 

“A-ah, stop toying, dick.” your hips grinded up against empty space with need. 

Pulling back in that moment just to tease you, he chuckled and maneuvered his left hand to tug your panties to the side while still supporting your weight. You gasped, the sensation of your wet entrance exposed to the cold atmosphere overshadowed by his hot breath so close to you now.

Drool dripped out from the side of his mouth, not even attempting to hide how utterly alluring you were. Pussy dripping and needy just for him. 

“Viiic-ah!” you drew his name out, almost ready to tell him to hurry it up when he took the plunge for you. Dripping wet tongue darted out to completely devour you. He caressed your velvety folds slowly at first, ever-so-slightly avoiding your clit to intentionally rile you up some more. With how good you tasted to him, he could absolutely go on for hours, but a time crunch always had to get in the way.

“So good,” he muttered, the small vibrations making you whine and buck into him even further. His fangs nicked you every so often, mimicking a small cat scratch, but you could care less in your current situation. 

Entire body flush with desire, you held your tongue and fought back a strangled moan. Sonar shook his head from where he stood, tongue still pressed up against you so that it followed his movements, “Nnh-hn. Wanna hear you.” 

He made his way directly to your clit, cupping his tongue around your sensitive nub. Sucking, nipping, curling— he knew every trigger and button in your body to push, like your nerves telepathically connected to his. A sharp jolt of arousal shot through you, the borderline airborne position and the restriction on your body amped up the fever coursing through you. You knew you were completely under his command, legs wanting to instinctually close but not able to due to being in such a set position. 

“Mo-more,” you hardly managed to squeak, moans wracking your body. 

He growled against you. His saliva mixed with your juices combined to drip down the apex of your thighs, threatening to hit the floor. Your legs shook atop him, fingers grasping at his soft fur, searching for something to ground yourself. You craned your neck to the side, eyes rolling back from the sensation. Tongue lashing against you ravenously, you lost control of yourself. Orgasm crashed over you, like ocean waves slamming up against jagged boulders. 

Arched back, hitched breath, eyes fluttered closed— you released yourself onto him. Nails digging into your outer thighs, he happily lapped up your juices with a hum. Your body jolted and shivered with overstimulation as you mewled. 

beep. beep. beep. 

A timer sounded off. Pulling away from your twitching core and gently setting your feet on the ground, Sonar held one hand securely to your waist while he checked the watch on his wrist. 

“Ten minutes to spare, nice.” he chuckled and bent down to grab your undergarments, helping you put them back on. You quickly pulled both your pants and underwear up, the muscles in your thighs trembling from being retrained for twenty minutes. 

“I missed my lunch, y’know.” you teased. 

“I didn’t,” he grinned as you smacked his chest playfully. 

“Get me home so I can get a shirt and a snack, big guy.” 

Watching him transform back into his megabat form, his sturdy arms scooped you up securely,

 “As you wish, but just know I’m finishing what I started later.”

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Suspicions

Robert Robertson x Dispatcher!Reader

wc: 1.6 K summary: Robert thinks you might be hiding a secret identity because of their frequent injuries. warnings: mental health struggles, mention/description of self-inflicted injuries (bruises, cuts), kinda angsty, no y/n used, reader needs serious help lmao, totally not self-indulgent

The morning had started wrong. From the moment you woke up, you knew it was going to be even worse than yesterday. The sky is grey and dull outside, thick clouds blocking any chance for the sun to poke through. Cold shoots through you as soon as your bare feet hit the floor, dragging yourself over to your tiny kitchen to make a sorry excuse of breakfast.

CRASH

Thanks to your grogginess from just waking up, you somehow managed to let the mug fly over the counter, onto the floor. Sighing out heavily, you simply stare at the broken pieces scattered around the floor.

Of course. After resisting the urge to send every other dishes you have flying against the floor, you bend down to carefully pick up the pieces and put them into the trash. That small task stole so much energy, you start to consider going back to bed and leave the day behind. Unfortunately, you still have work and a whole shift ahead of you. So, logically thinking, you don't see any other way than to distract yourself from the numb feeling so you'll be able to work later on.

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It was a struggle to bandage up your own knuckles, so you let it be. No one ever questioned your bandages or injuries before anyway. And it's not like you tasks at your job require too much handiwork. Maybe you need to copy some documents for Blonde Blazer, sign some sort of contract if the day gets eventful. But that's about it, and you are so excited to just sit at your own desk and work away on the ancient computer.

Halfway through your shift, you started to get hungry after skipping breakfast. After picking up some money for the vending machine, you punch in the code and feed the stupid machine some dollars, so it spits out a random snack. Once you retrieve it, it is finally time for coffee, letting the thing brew on the counter while you carefully open the granola bar, mindful of your bruised knuckles, and take some bites from it. You stay standing by the counter as the coffee brews and fills up your cup, snacking on the bar you bought just now. After another bite you notice Robert walking in, looking just as exhausted as you, tired and done with his job, if not even life. Without a comment, you turn to take your cup of coffee and sit down at the small table in the break room. He doesn't give you much attention, simply picking out a cup for himself and makes some coffee for himself.

A heavy sigh leaves him once he leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes wandering lazily along the break room until they briefly settle on you. He never really talked to you, despite being your cubicle neighbour. Sure, you had to help him from time to time when he was still new and didn't get along with his computer, but now that it's settled, you both mind your own business.

You don't notice when his gaze briefly flies over you, but Robert does take some mental notes. The way you always seem tired, often times zoned out whenever he glances over to you during work. Of course, it shouldn't bother him, everyone minds their own business here, except for the Z-Team, so he shouldn't look too much into it, right?

Wrong, he is heavily intrigued once he noticed your little injuries or bruises. And now, after seeing your bruised knuckles? The eye bags? Surely you are secretly a vigilante or superhero in the night, and that's exactly why you always have some sort of cuts or bruises, and look constantly tired.

That's his theory from the moment he saw you in the break room.

From that moment, your little injuries became more frequent, and you started to slack at covering it all with bandages. Besides, medical stuff is expensive enough. But there's also some injuries you can't hide, for example a black eye and a bruised nose you got from an impulsive bar fight. The guy basically invited you for a fight after cat calling you, so it doesn't really count.

»Bad night?« »Something like that.«

Small exchanges like these became more frequent between you and Robert. While you think it's his way of cheering you up and showing comfort, he tries to subtly tell you that he can relate to the countless of injuries that come from saving the city. Even when he isn't active right now, he remembers his times as Mecha Man clearly, and can't wait until getting his suit redone fully to return to the field.

After weeks of dancing around the topic, pretending you don't get his hints of seeing through your front, he decides to speak up about it after a long shift. The building is almost completely empty save for the two of you, staying late up to finish some more reports at your computer.

Robert takes the opportunity to speak up, keeping his voice low and gentle in case someone might overhear it. »Look, you're not really subtle about it.« »About what?« You ask after pausing in confusion, glancing up at him from your desk. A soft scoff escapes Robert, seeming unimpressed from your oblivious act.

»You know what I'm talking about. The bruises, the injuries, the exhaustion... I was the same when I first started doing hero work.«

Okay, what. Your brain completely stops for a moment as you process his words and the meaning of it. Hero work? My frequent injuries? The mostly self-inflicted ones?

»I've been thinking and trying to figure out which hero you are, but I just can't figure it out. Lend me a hand?« He smiles faintly while keeping his eyes on you, expectantly waiting for a response that helps him out. But your mind comes up blank. You are no hero. Not even close. The only thing you do is writing up reports, preparing documents, and actively trying to soothe your numbness by having a bad coping mechanism.

You blink again, finally answering him. But before you do that, he interrupts, continuing to talk and ramble on. »No, actually, don't answer. I know it's hard to trust someone, especially at work. But I've been trying to create a safe space for you to open up, since I know what it's like being burned out as a "hero", especially while you're working. You know, my first days as Mecha Man were horrible, I managed to break two ribs, and—«

»I'm not a hero, Robert.« You finally interrupt him instead, making Robert pause and huff softly. Now, he is the one confused. He was so sure of you secretly being a hero that he can't wrap his head around there being other possibilities.

»What? So— um, I'm not really Mecha Man... I made that up to make you feel safer.« He lies awkwardly, doing anything to safe himself from revealing his secret identity. »Sure, yeah... well... I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything you just said.« You mumble back, slowly turning back to your computer to finish up your work, and pretend this never happened. Not the weirdest thing that's happened in SDN.

Robert nods stiffly, holding himself back from asking something more and instead leaves after gathering his stuff and dog.

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The following days were fairly normal. Safe for the slight awkwardness Robert carried anytime he glanced your way or your paths crossed. After some thinking Robert finally came to the conclusion that you need serious help, and feels utterly guilty for blindly assuming you're just some hero. Now he feels to guilty and awkward to even look at you for more than a few seconds.

He desperately wants to offer help, or at least some form of comfort or safe haven for you, just in case he didn't utterly scared you or weirded you out from his ramblings a few days ago.

Of course, Beef noticed the awkward tension from his owner and the constant exhaustion from his cubicle neighbour. So, as every good dog does, he walks over to your cubicle one day and lays down by your feet, round eyes staring up at you with good intent. Robert didn't notice the absence of his dog under the desk, having been too busy dealing with the childish behaviour of the Z-Team over the comms. Without much thinking, you start to pet the chubby dog, enjoying the quiet presence of the sausage looking dog by your feet.

It starts to become a regular occurence, either having him sleeping by your feet, or in your lap while you type away at your desk. Robert only noticed the second time, expression softening at the sight of Beef curled up in your lap, content to sleep while you pet the top of his head gently. It gave him an opportunity to talk to you again.

»Wanna grab a drink later? You look like you could use one.« You briefly tense at his voice before glancing up at him, processing his question quickly. »Only if this isn't a trap to get me into a mental hospital.« Great, you're not rejecting his offer immediately. Even being jokingly sarcastic.

»I won't. No promises though.«

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»Want me to patch this up? Looks rough.« Robert mutters out as he passes by your desk, pausing once he sees the larger cut along the back of your hand. You dismiss it quickly, claiming it doesn't even hurt, but Robert insists on taking care of it.

Once he got the chance to patch you up, it started to become more frequent, and with time, your injuries started to become less regular.

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ROBERT ROBERTSON

BLONDE BLAZER

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[grotexx]

Yeah Boy and Doll Face⋆˚.༄

pairing(s): waterboy x gn!reader warnings: pure fluff!!, cuddling, a little bit of backstory headcanoning, waterboy gets shy and cute around you synopsis: you find herman walking home by himself during the winter season, but you're not gonna let him go cold on your watch <3 wc: 1.6k

a/n: reminder requests are always opeeeeen! <3 borders by @/cursed-carmine !

Waterboy and Winter were a combination that didn’t mix particularly well. You noted this a while back while he was telling you a funny story during break time. 

“-so I was going there- to the mailbox, a-and my feet got stuck! like I was taking too long and they just got stuck to- frozen to the ground!” he lightly laughed through the story, explaining with a smile on his face how it took his grandma upwards of 45 minutes to even notice since he didn’t have any friends he could contact for help. You grinned at the adorable storyteller; the tale itself made your heart ache. 

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again,” you held a pinkie out, “I’m always here to ‘save the day’ afterall,” you joked semi-sarcastically, but sincerely. He hesitantly interlocked his gloved pinkie with yours, “O-oh! Sure- yeah- you’re- thank you.” pink blossomed the tip of his cheeks. 

The first direly cold day of the year crept upon Torrance, harsh winters being extremely rare but it had been a guaranteed drastic temperature drop for the next three days. To put it frankly: yes it was your day off and yes you were driving around the SDN building in your little car. You might have looked slightly insane, but you had a theory to test, having a general idea of what Waterboy’s schedule looked like. If things didn’t go as planned then a coffee run sounded alright to you too. You drove at around 30mph, the speed becoming an obstacle to your impatience, but yesterday’s rain had turned over into slippery ice that coated the ground like a blanket. You may have ‘accidentally’ giggled watching a few people slip and fall on the way there. Your car made about two slow rounds around the exterior of the SDN parking lot, keeping a watchful eye for your wet puppy as your stereo sang your playlist softly back to you. A few cars spotted the parking lot— none you cared to identify and only one other person outside walking to their respective vehicle. A small frown painted your face. Internally happy, of course, that he presumably already made it home— but you were looking forward to some positive company today. 

Were you obsessed or something? Well.. actually maybe. Jesus, go home crazy. 

You internally scolded yourself, turning your wheel to take the backroad back towards home. The road occupied few cars, the straight road becoming such a sore to look at that you almost missed the figure on the sidewalk up ahead. Familiar blue-and-yellow legs jutted out of a thin jacket, lanky form being the main giveaway. Most residents didn’t have clothes to prepare for the extreme weather, but most people also had cars with a warm heater. Slowly pulling up beside him, you rolled your passenger seat window down, craning your head to the side to get a better view. His body wracked with small shivers, and you saw what looked like tiny icicles hanging from the tips of his eyelashes; stray drops of water didn’t even get the chance to fully fall down his jaw before freezing and sticking to his skin. You didn’t give him a chance to speak, pressing the unlock button on your door, 

“Herm, get in!”

His eyes glanced around him for a moment, a little startled before placing a hand on your door handle and hesitating, “I don’t- I’m..going to get your seats wet.” 

You fumbled around in your backseat, whipping out one of your stray jackets and placing it on the passenger seat, patting the spot, “Here. If it makes you feel better, and I won’t take no for an answer. It’s waaaaaarm~” you teased. A quick smile and a nod later, the wet shivering man was in your car, so tall in your seat knees practically folded up against his chest. You turned the dial on your heat up to max, the air semi-calming the stuttering passenger in your car. 

“Thank you.. you don’t work today how- why’re you here?” 

A shrug and a grin, “Just.. being a guardian angel. I promised you I wouldn’t let you freeze to death, unless you forgot.” 

A sea of butterflies exploded in his stomach, “Course- of course not!” 

No one had ever paid attention to him to that extent, his words never reaching listening ears. He never felt the urge to just grab someone and kiss them like he did now, but he had to ground himself— confused with this surge of warmth coursing through him— mentally and physically. It wasn’t just in that very moment, though. Ever since the day you laid your eyes on him, you’ve been nothing but so nice. The fluttering occurring in his chest became more of a constant every time he was in your proximity. 

“If you have nothing going on do you maybe wanna go back to mine? I have hot tea and plenty of towels and movies.” 

He quickly snapped out of his trance, “Yeah. Yes!” 

Duh. 

Mostly giggling and talking was done on the way home: scolding him about asking you for a ride if he ever needed it, asking how shift was today, and even prying him open for more personal info. 

“Well I really, really like this band Abbath! They’re my favorite.” the way he gushed about his interests was to die for, you could truthfully listen to him ramble for hours. The icicles now having fully melted and slicking his hair down his face like an animal that had just been rained on.

Was it normal to get cuteness aggression with humans? 

You tossed your phone on his lap, “Put them on, they sound really good.” 

You babbled to each other and listened the whole way there, immediately guiding him into your warm apartment the second you pulled into the driveway. 

You found yourself becoming exhilarated with his presence but at the same time more bashful, like you two were in a competition to see who could blush the hardest. Softly pushing him to sit on your living room couch, you strode into the kitchen to search for your tea stash. Herman stayed seated on your couch in absolute awe of all the decor and antique furniture that littered the place, it was small but had so much personality. He loved his own house, but it was relieving not to be surrounded by cat hair and paper towels. 

“Beautiful..”

Your head popped out from around the corner, “what was that?” 

“O-oh! Your place it’s-it’s so.. beautiful..” his hands clasped in front of his chest, “reminds me of my mom’s house.” 

You plopped down next to him, two steaming mugs in hand, “I bet it was as beautiful as she is,” not that you knew what his mother looked like, but you can confidently acknowledge that she must be gorgeous and kind with a son like this. He grabbed his tea, gloved hand brushing up against your warm one, and another shiver wracked his body. 

“Sor–ry, my suit makes me a- cold sometimes,” he smiled awkwardly, clearly an attempt to not inconvenience you. 

Setting your mug down on the coffee table, you motioned to the hallway, “Follow me. I don’t bite that hard,” you joked, leading the bashful stray puppy to your room. You dropped down to your knees in front of your wardrobe and pulled the drawers open, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized band tee. 

“Here, put these on. You can change in here I’ll step out for a sec.” You placed the garments in his hands. 

“B-but-” 

“Hey, I’m not worried. A little water never hurt anyone, and you’d be wrong to think I care,” you winked and patted the top of his head, exiting the room and heading back to the living room. 

A couple minutes later, Herman sat back down next to you, much more eased up than before. He looked so cute wrapped up in your clothes. Never having seen him out of uniform, it was a sight you almost felt honored to see. His thigh brushed up against the side of yours, and his body instinctively followed route. 

“Warm,” a soft mutter. 

“Hm?” you glanced over. “You’re uh, you’re warm.” the side of his body gently pressed up against yours, seeing how he almost melted into just being able to have positive human contact with someone that wasn’t a member of his family. 

“Still cold?” You grinned. He nodded. 

In one swift movement, you grabbed your folded fluffy blanket from the armrest with one hand and softly pushed him down onto his back with the other. Now splayed on the couch below you, he stared up with pink cheeks and watched you hover over him, “This cool?” 

Absolutely speechless and flustered, he nodded, and you lowered your front to lay flush with his, resting your head into the crook of his neck as you draped the blanket over the two of you. You physically felt him melt into the couch if that was possible, arms snaking around your waist to rest his hands on your back under the blanket. 

“I’m not… dreaming… am I?” his vocal chords vibrated against the tip of your nose with the question. 

You giggled and placed a soft kiss to the side of his neck, “Mmm, don’t think so, but if you wanna be then I’m not opposed to a little nap right now.” 

You could just picture what his face looked like right now, eyes glittery and mouth upturned with the biggest grin. As a gesture of thanks, he placed a kiss of his own on top of your head. 

“I wouldn’t be oppro-opposed either,” you giggled and he placed a hand in your hair, running it through and massaging your scalp as you started to drift. 

You just caught one more thing before you fully went under, 

“I like you so much…”

[grotexx]

Feiticeira.⋆♱⃓

Minors DNI!

pairing(s): metalhead!waterboy x nb!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pegging (can be read as m! also), handjobs, so much water and bodily fluid, sub!waterboy (naturally)

synopsis: waterboy got a new guitar solo for a song your band was working on, and seeing him be so confident during practice drove you wiiiild

wc: 641

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Herman absolutely lost himself beneath you. Flush red cheeks buried into the pillows while his half-finished pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Hh- ah- more- hard- harder,” the incessant begging causing your hips to stutter in need. Your boyfriend sounded so beautiful begging for your strap, the hard rock music from the stereo swimming together with the sound of your pelvis flush against his ass as you pounded into him. With each thrust, a small splash of water bounced off him, landing into the puddle forming underneath your bodies; a mix of sweat, water, and cum.

Band practice earlier that day left you riled up, your vocalist having scolded you for fucking up a good 2 or 5 times. You just couldn’t help it, Herm’s confidence was out of control today. Your fingers stumbled over the strings as your eyes drew to him, the solo he had for the new song you guys were practicing seemed to have just taken over his being in the moment. It was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen - water dripping from his hair as he jerked around, fingers precise on the strings and hitting every single note beautifully, and the bashful smile after he was finished like he didn’t just charm the entire room.

“Do- Did I do good?”

Fast forward to now.

“You’re doing soo so good for me,” your voice soothed as hips continued to snap forward into his ass, “drove me fucking crazy today, y’know.”

The blush creeping up his cheeks couldn’t get any redder than it had been, not being able to find his words anymore, “W-wan- I- mmm- yes- ahh!” He melted into you, making small movements to rear himself back to try and match your pace. Sweet thing.

Slinking your hands around his wet torso and sliding down to his erect member - throbbing and greedy for release - you wished to pull every sound imaginable from him. His slender thighs quaked against yours, threatening to collapse under the bout of stimulation. He was on his - what, third orgasm after all? You had him absolutely spent.

Your chest now flush with his backside, pumping him along with the rhythm of your thrusts, both of you came close to release. “G’nna act so tough for everyone else? Show me how you fall apart baby,” you licked a stripe up his back, a salty mix of sweat and water. That was the last straw, the overstimulation becoming too much for him to bear any longer. You knew his body too well; ragged breaths, stuttering hips, wandering hands, water cascading like you might as well have been in a rainstorm. So close.

Burying yourself as deep as you could, your thrusts came to a halt while your hand doubled the speed on his cock. Not a second later, ropes of cum shot out, the warmth coating your hand and dripping onto the skewed towels laid underneath him. Slowly pulling out, Herman collapsed fully into the bed, you with him a second after wiping off the watery excess on your hand.

Turning to face each other with matching smiles, the music still blared across the room, hardly sounding audible when you were so lost in his glittering eyes. You hooked your leg around the back of his knee, pulling him close so that he could rest his head on your chest.

“Wow- wow,” he shuddered, still coming down from the insane back to back orgasms, slinking a lanky arm around your midsection “I’ll- I need to do that more often- the solo thing wit-with the guitar”

Your hand stroking the back of his head and coming to rest lovingly on the side of his cheek you brought his eyes to yours once more, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, “I mayyyy be biased, but can I say I strongly agree?”

[grotexx]

Starcrossed Lovers ⭑.ᐟ

pairing(s): waterboy x gn!goth!reader

warnings: fluff, alt4alt, user grotexx is such a cornball, sonar goth chaser confirmed, off screen kissing

synopsis: waterboy isn’t aware of your darker lifestyle outside of work, and is head over heels when he sees you out at a goth club that sonar drags him to

wc:1.6k

a/n : merry xmas to those who celebrate! <3 requested by @nemesisyphus! ofc had to throw in my fave pic of mother siouxsie since this title is paying homage to one of my fave s&tb songs. dividers by @/cursed-carmine & @/dividers-are-us

Only three more hours left on shift. 

Thank god. Mentally hyping yourself up to finish off your work week fell short of just absolutely abysmal. Nothing too chaotic or life threatening occurred, but you were so restless and exhausted you swore you had aged at least fifty years mentally. Your free time had dwindled drastically since joining SDN, seeking solace from your coworkers the most out of anyone since then. It was mostly nothing but good fun and a litter of bruises here and there– something you had grown to weirdly love over time– but more than anything you missed being able to lay back and just be yourself. A flurry of pretty brutal weeks had passed no thanks to the Red Ring, leaving your next few days off to call out to you tauntingly. A worryingly long nap under a heated blanket was in your future, but not tonight.

Your eyes unfocused themselves as you stared off at the wall in the breakroom, pre-gaming your excitement for the night, reminiscing on being able to let yourself go and hopefully be able to spot some old friends. Bass spreading through your chest, flashy lights, arms loose, skirt flowing– 

“Hi- hey!” A  blur of blue and yellow snapped you out of your trance.

Your body jolted a little harder than intended, immediately glancing up to lay eyes on a familiar wet ball of sunshine. Nervous grin on his face, his hand was held up in a small wave, “S-sorry-”

“No,” you softly giggled and shook your head, “S’all good. Just out of it today— excited to be outta this place, as much as I love you guys.”

“Yeahhh, me-me too! Actually, Sonar invited me out to this thing- this uh- I was wondering if…” his posture scrunched up a little, body language leaning more towards nervousness as his eyes scanned yours for approval. His sentence didn’t even need finishing as you knew what he was about to ask, heart wrenching that you had to decline his offer as much as you wanted to hang out with cutie-of-the-year and Batboner. The nagging urge to throw your plans to the side and say yes picked at your brain, but you just couldn’t miss what you’ve been waiting over a month for. 

“Ah– I’m so sorry, I do have my own thing tonight but…” you started. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Damned alarm. Back to work. 

You had been debating on inviting them to come with you instead before you were interrupted, but decided against it last second. You sent him a sympathetic smile, “Keep in touch, okay? I’ll see you soon.” 

As you walked off, you grew just a tad less excited to leave as your thoughts raced. 

 He really, actually wants to hang out with me? He probably wouldn’t like the me outside of work though… goths don’t seem like his type. 

Waterboy stood in place as he watched you walk off, hands wrung together tightly. How many times has he frozen around you, not being able to finish his sentences? He wondered what it would be like to hang out with you— no cameras, no mics, no z-team. 

Sonar popped his ears around the corner of the room as he entered the opposite doorway, wondering what he might’ve missed. 

“Hey man, they say yea or what?” A clap on the back almost sent Waterboy flying forwards. 

A shake of his head as he adjusted his goggles, “They- they’re busy. But always- there’s always another… time…plus meat-metalhead’s don’t really seem like their type, hah.” 

Hours later, and this was Waterboy’s first time at a goth club. Although not what he was used to outside of work, it was pretty adjacent to it, finding a local metal show to go to every now and then in his freetime. Hell, it was almost all he did before he joined SDN. However, it definitely was not Sonar’s first adventure, quickly having found two vampiresses to accompany him elsewhere almost immediately upon walking into the building. What else is a bat-loving woman to do with a literal half-bat half-man? That’s something he didn’t wanna think too hard about right now. 

Instead, Waterboy admired the atmosphere, how it was lively but somehow different. Several bodies on the dancefloor swayed languidly and some more erratic, getting lost in themselves and in the others around them. Clothing ranged from borderline elegant to almost nothing, each and every one having a different unique sense. The music booming over the loud speakers accompanied by the flashing lights put him under a trance with synth and hauntingly entrancing vocals. 

Scanning the crowd to hopefully spot his furry friend somewhere in the mass of bodies, he stopped in his tracks when he caught eye of someone at the edge of the crowd who looked exactly like you. Everything in his life so far had been too good to be true, but upon closer inspection, there you actually were, arms sensually gliding up your hips as they swayed with the rhythm. Your all-white face painted by the black shadow, lip, eyeliner, and contour that kissed your features while your teased hair framed your cheeks like a cascading waterfall. His heart leaped in his chest— you were so enchanting. To him, it was reminiscent of the white face and dramatic blackmetal eye makeup he did a couple of times in the past. Were you more like him than he thought? He usually would have never considered showing that side of himself to you, and unbeknownst to him before today, it was the same situation for you.

“I’m not losing my chance this time.” he muttered softly to himself, hesitantly inching towards you before you inevitably got lost in the crowd. 

‘What if it isn’t actually them? What if they run away? What if-‘

“Herm!!!” His thoughts were interrupted by your small voice yelling over the music. His head snapped up and caught your surprised smile, your hearts fluttering in sync unknowingly. Your hand caught his wrist in a gentle grip, pulling his towering figure closer to where you were standing, “What are you doing here?” you asked in shock. 

“I- what?” his hand cupped over his ear. 

You giggled and placed your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up on your tiptoes so that you were mouth level with his ear, “What are you doing here?” your breath grazed the side of his face, sending a shiver through him as a blush bloomed up the sides of his cheeks. 

“With uh- with Sonar!! This is where we- where I was actually going to invite yo-you!!” he responded as you both simultaneously burst out in a fit of laughter, “you look- you uh-“ he stumbled, “good… beau-beautiful.” the last word hardly sounded from his lips, but you still caught it.

You had to be dreaming, surely. 

Pulling him back towards you, you asked, “Know how to dance?” 

When he shook his head no, you slid your hands down his shoulders, taking your arms to sway and move around his frame to the beat as you circled him. Fluid and quick in your movements, it was hard for him to not fall into a trance as he watched you— like a death’s head hawk-moth to a flame. At a distance away, you brought an arm up to motion at him with your pointer finger, turning your wrist to curl your finger in a c’mere gesture. An attempt from him to mimic your moves had you breaking character to laugh, pulling him in by the front of his wetsuit to meet you once more. His hands instinctually found your waist, softly placing them atop the corset that had you cinched in. 

“How… why?” he asked, “you never told me you were so…” 

“Weird?” you joked.

“No. Cool.” he finished bashfully. 

“Well, I don’t know if I’d consider myself cool,” you grinned, “buuut, you never asked. We have a lot of catching up to do, Gothboy.” 

“Actually, metal!” excitement cutely flooded his voice. 

You grinned and caught your bottom lip between your teeth— god dammit, were you in love? 

“I have some records at my place— I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” you jokingly wiggled your eyebrows. 

“I- yes- yeah. Yes!” eyes gleaming over ecstatically, thumb absentmindedly stroking your waist. 

No other words needed to be said, you took his hand in yours once more and ran out, smiling like two little kids. 

Sonar wasn’t the only one bringing a cute goth home tonight. 

bonus !!

A yawn escaped Waterboy’s mouth as he entered the SDN building the next day. 

Entering the breakroom first, a clap on the back startled him. Malevola’s face coming down to level his in a smirk, she snickered, “Have fun last night, aye?” 

“Wha- huh? Well- yeah actually thanks for-“ he was cut off by another voice. 

“Oh shit!! Herm got some last night, girl you owe me twenty.” Prism’s voice came from the other side of him, laughing hysterically. 

“N-no, no no no.” he waved his hands, “what- no I- huh?”

“Hey babe, ask your ‘friendly friend’ what lipstick they use, that shit’s waterproof!” she smiled, “Go look at you in the mirror, I got some makeup wipes in my bag.”

“Secrets safe with us loverboy,” Malevola picked up her sword to woosh out a portal directly to the bathroom, sink mirror just in sight. Waterboy poked his head through just slightly to get a glance at himself, and turned almost as red as Malevola. Black lipstick marks littered his cheeks, forehead, nose, and just one stray smooch over his lips— a love letter from you to him.