⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " huh, mustve been the wind... " dispatch x gn! reader ,, note! this is basically you sending them nudes while they're at work! || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, prism, malevola, sonar, flambae, waterboy x gn! reader
⋆˚࿔ cw: NSFW & 18+ CONTENT, reader is dirty minded and loves to tease their partner :) TEXTS ARE FROM READER'S POV!! no specified genitalia/anatomy ^_^
⋆˚࿔ synopsis. when their significant other can't wait till home so they text 'something' to catch them off guard! what do they do?!
various dispatch chars x reader (robert, herman, invisagal, malevola, sonar, blazer, phenomaman) as texts/quotes!
warning: suggestive in some, implied relationship to reader in most
content warning. Uhhh, weird tentacles? My Headcannons is that the man has a long wiggly dihs? Biting. Crack. Smau no plot. We're all freaks anyways- slight breeding kink. Uhh male whimpering. Male virgin? Uhh lots of um. Yh. Filth. Slight crack. I don't know what the reader is. it's a lil freaky, if thats not your cup of tea, i suggest moving along.
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word count. 1.2k
In which you. The neighbourhoods' favourite alien lands on earth and joins the z team. This is post the blazer situation, and our boy phenomaman finally meets someone capable of handling his...appendage.
Honestly. When Blazer and phenomaman weren't sexually compatible, he wasn't surprised. As capable as she was, Mandy was still just a human.
After they broke up. Phenomaman gave up the thought that he would find companionship on earth. Humans already found him weird as is. And even with someone as physically enhanced as blazer. Penetration proved impossible.
Poor guy was convinced he'd be alone for the rest of his life. No friends. No lover. No job. Things did get a little better after Robert let him on the Z-Team. And even though they weren't together. Him and Mandy were at least on speaking terms now.
Life was getting better. Good, even. He never had time to feel lonely. He had work colleges who would actually talk to him. Even inviting him to drinks out of office. The humans adored him or did before the whole, "Threatening all that breaths attitude" he had when he was fresh breakup and a little moody. But ever since he got rehired, He's been getting a few praises now and then when he has a good shift. Which feels more rewarding than his usual commercial popularity. Certainly better than planet Urgot-52dc. Even if his associates like to bully him sometimes by calling him handsome. But he's sure they just need to time to adjust to his features.
Even when nights grew lonely. Sitting in his three-story penthouse. I firmly stand by the fact that this man is rich as hell. Taking the cool melon to his lips as he watches some telenovela. Trying not to think about how much his misses another's warmth. And how he just had someone to understand him. and- well. He tries not to focus on that stuff during those nights. Watching some man try court a human women by filling her room with flowers.
Is this how humans prefer to be courted? He supposes he can give it a try...
But.
No matter how much he tries to think of anything other than his crippling loneliness. And slight depression. Nights like this always stripped him down to the truth.
So what better way to cheer a man up than than jerking off?
Yeah. During those nights he tries to distract himself in any way possible. He hasn't relived himself in quite a while...
He sat on the edge of the bed, the soft glow of the TV washing over the room. Rain tapped against the windows. The muffled voices from the TV was stifling. It felt as if the room had grown eerily quiet. The kind of quiet that made him too aware of his own breathing. And that’s when it crept in — that warmth beneath his skin, rising too fast, too sudden. A pulse he couldn’t ignore. It rolled through him all at once, tightening his chest, the air felt heavier as he dragged a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. That slow, rising warmth beneath his skin grew hotter and hotter with every breath. He dragged a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself, but the feeling only deepened, spreading like a sickness.
Phenomaman definitelyyy calls his dicks an appendage. Yes. Dicks.. You know how a snake can tuck in their parts. So can phenomaman. It's like he has his own secret pocket. It moves on its own, dragging itself out to the surface. He grabs thrm with both hands, scaling up and down nice and slow.
They writhe in his hand with purpose. Pulsing as he begins to quicken the pace. His movement is desperate. Clumsy.
He’s close — too close — and it shows in the way his hands move, rushed and unsteady. His grip tightens like he’s hanging onto something slipping out of him, breath catching in short, broken bursts. A low sound escapes him, almost a whimper, raw and frustrated, as he moves with a kind of need. An itch he that he can't reach. The opening at the top begins to expand. Folding over his shaft as the skin wraps around itself. White creamy liquid squirting out like a hose.
Sigh.
He has work tomorrow.
Except. Somethings new. When he enters work, he encounters something. Someone. A new member of the z-team who's not from this planet. Just like him!
Your beautiful. Skin glowing like obsidian. Eyes as white as ivory stared back at him as he stared in awe.
Not only were you beautiful. You were powerful. Strength rivalling his own and speed that far surpasses his. You could fly at the speed of light, stars trailing in your wake. Overthrow buildings with just the palm of your hand.
You even fit in well with the humans. With social skills far humbling his own. Understanding jokes and even adding a few of your own. Garnering laughs from the ever growing crowd that seemed to surround you.
He can't help but be attracted to you. You were truly one of a kind. A species far out of his league.
At least.
Thats what he told himself. He told himself that watching you from afar was enough. Just glancing at you from across the room, when he thinks your not looking.
But that tightness in his chest isn't going away. That stifiling sensation that spread heat to his lungs. The tingling sensation he felt whenever your hand brushed against his.
He wants you. Bad.
Little does he know. You want him to. You've been going out your way to share missions together. Sitting next to him during meetings. Placing your hand on his chest as an act of "friendship."
You honestly don't know why you've been playing coy with a man who can't tell how deliciously attractive he is. Can't feel the stares of desires that seem to follow him every where he goes.
Your kinds not one to hide their desires.
So when you invite phenomaman to a midnight flight across the city. Smooth talking him back to your place with a sultry stare.
Layers of clothing slips one by one. And phenomamans going to finally experience true pleasure without holding back.
What is better than one long, spiky tongue? Three. What's better than 1 pussy? You guessed it! 3.
How long can 2 extra terrestrial aliens last in bed? Well your about to find out.
Because he's pent up. And when your looking so beautiful beneath him? Eyes glistening back at hime with lust, knowing damn well that he doesn'thave to hold back? Yeah. He can't stop himself. And your not gonna let him. You guide him to where you want him, slowly pushing your head down as he's trailing kisses down your body. Fingers already finding their way to your pussy.
He's immediately leaning in. Tounge lapping you up as you hear him groan.
"You are, quite sweet. I dont believe i can stop" his pace doesn't slow down. He means every word as his tounge dives in deeper. His cocks rubbing against you as he pants like a dog. Your smell is intoxicating, the more of your juices he feels coating his face, the more vibrations goes to his dick. It's not even seconds before he's cumming. Hot white liquid shooting out from him with a whimper. He's barely touched you, let alone himself.
He's never released so quickly before.
"Phenomaman. Need you." You moan his name. Eye's glazed as you try recover from the vicious assult he had on your pussy just a second ago. He doesn't need to be told twice as he looks back at you. Hungry.
The moment he draws closer, something inside him shifts. He's sliding his thick veiny cocks down your holes. His fingers knuckle deep in the third as he feels you grow tighter with ever hole he stuffs. He's never been able to penetrate another. Let alone be so deeeep. It's intoxicating. That heat in his chest starts showing it's veiny head, rising until it feels like it’s taking shape beneath his skin.
Its so tight. Its so hot. He lets out a small "damn" as he starts moving, picking up the pace the closer he gets. He feels your hands on him. Nails scratching his back as he moves faster. Your mouths on his neck. His hands are on your waist. He's never felt this before.
This is. Amazing.
✉ authors note. I think i had to much fun with this one ngl. I think my writing toned down my imagination. If anyone's interested in part. 2 lemme know!! I may write this again, i kinda wanna make it a longer fic for him too.
