GETTING FREAKY @ WORK W/ DISPATCH MEN
FEAT: DISPATCH FEM! READER X DISPATCH MEN
(MALE! READER FOR FLAMBAE)
@myswanderlust || a/n: literally making this while I should be working on my finals…. we’re not gonna talk about it. I have watched too many play-throughs on dispatch to not make a fic (or multiple) about the hotties in the game. please let me know what you guys think or want in the future!
✧.*: multi character, reader is a dispatcher, established!relationship, nsfw, semi-public/public intimacy, oral fixation— both received, slight mention of size difference, riding, degrading, mentions of drug use (sonar ofc), dominate!reader & sub!reader, explicit descriptions of sexual intimacy, no use of y!n, use of female anatomy & she!her pronouns/he!him for Flambae
ROBERT
He really didn’t want to come in today; especially today. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before, spending all of his night filling out paperwork for some new Z-Team recruit.
Robert and you were close, or, as close as co-workers could be: typically passing in the hallways during your shifts at SDN, muttering hello's and side quips, watching his eyes cast on you longer than usual at times, though not entirely enough for it to be taken too much to heart— but you had never seen him look as on edge during his calls before today.
You had been watching him longer than you should’ve at the printer, seeing as he leans over the desk with his head in his hands. You pouted for him; why was he so exhausted?
You start to head over to him, your uniform shirt tucked neatly into your pencil skirt before tapping his head with the warm printed papers. His head perks up slowly, seeing you smile at him with concern.
"No sleep last night?" You ask him, head nodding to the cup of coffee near his keyboard. "How many cups are you on?"
Robert scoffs out a tired chuckle before shrugging, "Enough to kill someone with heart problems, i'm sure." His voice deep and raspy, laced with exhaustion.
You nod, "Maybe, you need something stronger to keep you awake?"
Robert eyes you slightly, his lips quirking in a little smile before his eyebrows raised with a question, "And what's that?"
You smile, "No more coffee. Follow me."
Almost instantly Robert was up, letting you drag him to the breakroom before letting you get into the fridge. Robert watches from behind, seeing you bent in as you searched for the item he assumed you were giving him.
His brain wasn't tired enough to not see you as beautiful as he always did, but his brain capacity wasn't strong enough to not get hard seeing your ass perfectly rounded in the skirt as you bend down.
He could feel his brain slipping to a place he wouldn't be able to bring himself back from for a while, not at work anyways.
Robert respectfully looks away and feels himself let out a cough to release the tension (in his pants).
You pull out from the fridge and slide a drink over to him. It was in one of your own water canisters, and Robert gives you a suspicions look, picking up the canister.
"You make this mystery liquid, miracle-from-sleep juice yourself?" He smiles, eyes never leaving your face.
You make a face before letting out a laugh, "Don't make it sound so dirty."
Robert laughs with you before taking a chug of the juice. His eyes squeeze together in shock to the unbecoming taste. It hit his brain hard, completely shocking him to his core.
He swallows, then coughs. "Holy shit. Is this gasoline?" He speaks with a chuckle.
You laugh before nodding, "If it wakes you up, then it's whatever you want it to be."
"You drink this every morning?" Robert quips, still shocked by the offsetting sweet taste of the drink. You shake your head, "Just on awful- sleep mornings." You shrug, smiling at him again.
"How can I ever thank you for it?" He smiles back, his tone changing to a more upbeat, since the energy was obviously hitting him. You shake your head, smiling before speaking, "You don't owe me a damn thing, Robert."
Robert bites his lips while thinking, though he stared down at you like he was hungry. He was quick; grabbing your hand and leading you out of the break room subtly.
“No good deed goes unpaid, pretty.” He mutters, though, you didn't speak, you couldn’t. Instead your heart sets in, letting him take you where he pleased, though for what, you were unsure.
Your questions were answered when he took you to a tiny closet, locking the compacting room before placing you against the off-colored wall of the room.
He's on his knees in no time, taking time to let you see him looking up at you with a darker glint in his eyes than you remembered.
Robert smiles before taking the skirt zipper from the side and pulling it down slowly, eyes low and never truly leaving your face. You were flustered; that was clear to him, but you didn't pulled away from him.
His lips attracted to your messy clit with haste, his arms taking your thighs into a lock while he used the energy you gave him in the drink to eat your pussy with passion.
Robert felt his brain slipping from the taste of you; his tiny groans proving his enjoyment in his time between your legs.
You could only moan out quietly, biting you lip quick after. You curse out, trying to remind yourself that you were only in a supply that was inches from the desk you sat at everyday.
Your hands rake up of hazelnut streaks, loving the feeling of his hands on you as he pleased you.
Your orgasm came to you suddenly, and you let out a louder hiccup that you liked considering your situation. Robert hummed into your heat and you could practically hear the wetness between your legs; some of it his spit, but most of it was your slick from how good he making you feel.
You felt his fingers release their tightness on your skin when he pulled away, your breaths shallow and quick from the intensity from a few moments before. Your head slides back against the wall.
Roberts head lays against your thigh as he stares up at you:
"Told ya', no good deed goes unpaid."
FLAMBAE
Chad could be such an asshole sometimes. Truly.
More than you could even understand, especially when he knew it only made your life that much harder.
Once Flambae had moved up in the ranks, he disbanded from Z-Team slightly to help other teams on the roster. Your team was now one he was frequent in, and it was absolutely against your will.
It was your job to dispatch hero's and Chad was—something. Hero felt like a strong word.
His personality made it that way.
You knew you were screwed when Robert couldn't hold in his laughter at the mention of Chad joining your team for a while. His laugh was a statement: "Good fucking luck."
And was Robert underestimating him? What a joke.
Chad was awful; to you, and your team. Though you would be lying if you said you were shocked.
You had a plan, or one you bummed off Robert, and that was to talk to Flambae one on one. Apparently if you treated him like a shitbag, he was more inclined to respect you.
What an odd quirk.
So you called him into one the conference rooms after a (horrible) shift, your arms crossed as he walked in with his smug smile to you, obvious to what this meeting was about.
Chad spits out the toothpick in his mouth, letting it fly to the corner of the quiet room. "What's all this shit about?"
You uncross your arms and pull the chair out to sit. "What the hell is your problem Flambae?" You look at him, your expression more tired than mad, especially since you knew being visibly upset with him would only punish you further somehow.
He scoffs, a cocky smile still on his face. "i don't know what you mean. I come in and I get my fucking work done."
"That's the thing. You don't get your work done. You come in and fuck my team up. You're supposed to be helping my hero's, but instead you have lacked in every stat. You're not even trying." You tell him with a deadpan expression.
Flambae smiles harder now; the cockiness of his grin making you feel the boil in your stomach from anger.
"Oh— is daddy gonna spank me for being bad? It's not my fault your team is a bunch of losers that can't keep up with me. Sounds like they—."
You cut him off, "Listen, Chad. You can either leave my group and go back to being a low-ranking villain-hero playing pretend, or you can lock the fuck in."
Flambae's expression changed quickly, eyebrows twitching in distaste from your words. "What was that, dispatcher?" He stands from his chair and makes his way closer, heat starting to form around him. He comes up very close to you, his face inches from yours as he watched your eyes, but his fall to your lips.
Your eyes don't fall from him, watching to see what he would really do, but instead he takes you by surprise.
"Maybe, I have been bad. I need to be shaped up."
So you shaped him up, riding him hard on the conference table.
He took you well, or like a whiny bitch. Depends on what you prefer.
His legs shook from the pleasure as you rode his cock thoroughly, your ass tight as you "taught him a lesson", though some would argue that this method would be a reward.
Chad was fucked out under you, his hands trying to reach to your hips and cling to his life as you fucked it away.
The blinds to the room were shut, but anyone with a brain would know what was happening in this room, and it was not a conference.
The table moved harshly as you grinded harder on his cock; he was losing himself more and more. His groans only get a pitch louder before you cover his mouth. "Shut up. Can't take it?" You ask him with a smile.
A whine falls from you. Though you hated to admit it, his cock was touching places inside of you that you loved. "Thought, you were— ah, so strong, Chad.."
His legs raise in a sudden movement, his hips now meeting yours to thrust into you deeper. You knew why, and though you knew nothing bad could come of it, a shiver went down your spine thinking of Flambae, the asshole hero, so desperate to cum deep inside you.
Your hips pin his back against the table and you leaned up, placing your hands to lay strongly against his chest. Your hips hit against his harder and faster, then slower before hearing his whines and moans turn to a louder, drawn out noise.
It was clear that no matter how hard he tried to keep it down, it wouldn't work. Even though he couldn't give less of a fuck about being quiet, it was more about how submissive he was being.
Was he embarrassed? Absolutely.
Could he go his whole life without this treatment again? Absolutely not.
You felt his cum shoot all around your clenching walls, your realease hitting you as you did. The feeling of the fill made your body feel warm, though you were laying on the man of the flame.
You both couldn't think straight as you breathe out on top of him, eyes closed and your head falls back. You finally look down at Chad, though he was already looking at you.
His eyes were angry, though his expression lacked the vigor.
You felt yourself smile smugly as you two looked at each other. He could only roll his eyes, though his hand betrayed him as it grazed on your hip.
Let's just say he got along pretty well with your team after that, and when Robert noticed, he was shocked, asking you how the hell you got him to be so cordial.
"Your advice worked. I just taught him a lesson." You tell him as you smile to yourself.
SONAR
Meeting Sonar at first wasn’t the issue.
He just seemed like your run-of-the-mill freaky.. half-bat, half-man.
First, he could only stare. His white eyes almost lighting up as he shook your tiny hand in his. It was corny, but he wanted to get in his knee and kiss your hand like a princess.
It wasn’t his style, so instead he took the Sonar approved approach.
The man made so many comments about how hot you were; how nice your rack looked in your SDN shirt and how perfect your ass flushed in your uniform bottoms.
You would be bothered by the sexual attention, but, you felt like he was hesitating with his statements.
He would stare, or be friendly with some lewd joke, and when someone, anyone called him out on it, he would quickly wave it off, making some sexual comment about you.
It made his attraction seem more surface level, which for whatever reason made him less tense.
You could see it in his eyes though, when you caught him staring. Victor wouldn’t look away. He wanted you to know that he was staring at you.
But his eyes never lowered to cast your body, not like his comments would suggested.
You sat at your desk on your computer, scrolling through some reseller website to pass the time before your hero’s came back from break.
With the same daunting feeling of eyes on you, your head turns to the left, seeing Sonar having his tie fixed by the tall and beautiful Menevola.
You watched her for a moment before looking back to Sonar. You leave a small smile to him, which would be one of your first.
You could practically see Sonar stutter on whatever breath he had, which made you chuckle lightly before looking back down to your screen again. Sonar wouldn’t hear it, but he knew he loved that sound. Was he really crushing this hard on a dispatcher that he hadn’t even spoken to?
The team never left him alone about it either, especially since Victor wasn’t being discreet anymore.
He watched today, as you walked yourself to the break room around closing time for the night. You were only cleaning out the coffee mug from that morning, but he still followed you. Why was he so scared?
He had never been so nervous around a woman before.
When Victor walked in, he saw you humming to yourself as you packed up for the night. You noticed his presence and turned your head with a smile. “Hey Sonar! Good shift today I heard.”
He let out the loudest gulp before opening his mouth to speak back. Nothing came out though. Where was that quick quip he could always use?
You smile to him before going back to your task.
Sonar shook his head before nodding calmly, “Sorry, yeah it was great. Messed up a few fuckers who were selling drugs to some middle school students.”
You nod with a chuckle. “Thats our Sonar.”
He pauses, a hiccup in his throat as he just stares at you. You put the coffee mug away before turning to him.
“See you Monday?”
Sonar smiles before nodding, but his brain couldn’t think as he turns to grab your arm quickly before you could leave completely, muttering a quick, “wait…” under his breath.
You turn to him, surprised by his suddenness.
Neither of you speak, since the look in his eyes wasn’t as hard to read. He wanted to say something, anything to you that didn’t make him seem like a scared teenage boy around the girl he liked.
Victor’s eyes drift to your lips and your eyes follow, which was enough for him to move closer. You moved with him and when your lips meet, it was definitely new.
His fur was traced in your fingers, his hands now behind you and pull you in closer. His tall figure was taller than you remembered as he pulled you close and lifted you up against him.
The fever in his body was evident; starting with the warmth that you felt just being so close, and continuing by the warm sensation of his erection slotted against your pelvis.
Victor felt the confidence surge into him almost instantaneously, the way you were pressed together felt like the best invitation he’s ever received.
His hands moved under both of your legs, slotting himself in between your thighs and holding you against the break room door.
Both of you couldn’t quite grasp how this happened, and you currently weren’t thinking to hard on where.
Victor wouldn’t admit how he loved the thrill of where you were. The fact that you were at work, in the break room, and even when most people had gone home, there was a chance. Though a small chance, someone could open the door behind you.
It was quick too when you felt him pull your bottoms off and away before undoing his belt. Your lips pulled away only for a second to look down, though you couldn’t see much.
You did feel when he finally started to level himself deep inside you.
You gasp, still trying to be as quiet as you could for any chance that someone could be near the break room door.
His thrusts were sloppy, so very needy. Victor even started to grind against your pussy, hitting your clit gently. He was so deep too.
Reality hit you, making the feeling 10x what it felt when he first put himself inside you. His pants were folded around his ankles and dress shoes. The belt making little clanks against the floor as he started to loose himself in the thrusts again.
“—Vic, so good.” You scratch at the bare feeling of his back, hiccuping moans.
His name; his actual name felt like heaven on your tongue and his brain was mush. He never thought something could feel as good as snorting some rocks, he was so wrong.
He starts to nod off only slightly from the pleasure, his ears starting to drop and his head hitting the break room door. His voice cracked, a whine coming out without his control.
You pant, loving that you could make him feel that good.
You pull his fur to pull him back to stare down at you again, and nod to him to kiss you again. You were worried you were going to get too loud as you got closer to your release.
You could tell he was close, but his grip to you never faltered. You could feel something else slipping inside him to; his groans started to sounds like growls.
Would he turn while he was inside?
You cursed yourself for the clench your pussy did when you thought of it, and Victor’s groan of encouragement proved it.
You gripped to his shoulders immediately when you felt your last breath hit as you came around his length. A higher pitched sound left your throat as you threw your head back.
His light-colored pink tip hit your g-spot once more, making the same noise tumble from you as he pulled out and came on your stomach.
Your uniform shirt was soiled on impact but you couldn’t seem to care. Not when the hybrid practically flooded your ears with beautiful sounds of his enjoyment.
You panted, his forehead falling against yours. The fur was unsurprisingly soft and your hand raked softly on his cheek hair.
The scent of sex was heavy in the break room, and you both needed to leave for the night before you were actually caught, neither of you could really move.
Sonar moves back, smiling at your tired eyes. “What?” You pant to him with a smile.
“Is there a camera in here? I’d love to see this played back.”
Your eyes widen when his words set in, you immediately looked up to the corner of the room across from you. There was indeed a camera, blinking and pointed right on the door where Sonar and you were still connected.
You look down to Sonar’s eyes. He’s only smirking, noticing the fear.
“Definitely stealing that tape.”
WATERBOY
He was too cute. Way, too cute.
Waterboy tried so hard to be helpful around the office, especially since he tried so hard to get this job.
You and your co-workers knew he was trying his best all the time. Part of you felt so stressed for him, as you could imagine that his powers could be hard to control.
When he met you, his nervous stuttering turned to permanent silence around you. He was too shy to even imagine speaking to a beauty like you.
You could tell he wanted to talk to you, but couldn’t. The sweating seemed worse than usual. He shook anytime he was near you.
Making your way around the office, you would see Z-team poking fun at him for hours, telling him to stop being a pussy and talk to you.
Though, you didn’t know it was you, they were referring too.
You sat at your desk, typing away and speaking to your team with calmness, even when Hermie could hear the civilians on the phone screaming their asses off about whatever drama they had called you for.
“It’s alright ma’am. I need you to stay calm for me. We’re getting someone over there as soon as possible.”
“You’re right sir. That sounds terrible. I’ll walk you through it until our hero’s get there.”
You were so understanding, always sweet-talking anyone on the phone, no matter how impatient and rude they were.
Herm wanted to ask you how you did it. How you took anything and turned it to kindness, instead of cowering like he always did. He felt worse now that he couldn’t, he couldn’t even speak.
When you walked into the break room one morning for a snack, Robert stifled a laugh at the sight of you.
You were confused, looking at him with furrowed brows.
“What?”
Robert covers his stuffed mouth, swallowing his food and shaking his head. “Nothing. I’ve just never seen Waterboy so nervous to come into the break room.”
You turn your head slowly, looking out of the door and seeing Waterboy staring at your direction before turning away and shuffling elsewhere. You look down and blink before looking to Robert. “I think he hates me.”
Robert spit out his drink once your statement set in.
“You’re fucking with me right? You have to be.” He speaks, laughing again.
You turn to him with an annoyed look, “What is so funny, Robbie?” Robert calmed his laughs when you use the nickname, giving you a look of daggers.
You smile at his expression. He speaks up, “You’re very obvious, especially for a woman of your caliber.”
“And that means?”
Robert shakes his head, pulling himself out of his chair and walking back to his desk. “Waterboy couldn’t hate a damn wasp, and he definitely doesn’t hate you.”
“Well he’s— been weird since we met. And he never speaks to me.” You shrug to him with defeat.
Robert chuckles. You speak up once again, “Maybe I’m too much for him. Too out ther—.”
“Colder.” He calls out, interrupting your thoughts. “Very cold. In the North Pole level cold.”
Robert walks out of the break room, leaving you with his words to think about. You know what you could do now, though Herm probably wouldn’t like it very much.
Those thoughts landed you locking yourself into the storage room where Waterboy usually visited on his breaks to recalibrate his social battery.
If he was backed into the corner, maybe you could help him feel less anxious around you.
That idea seemed good on paper, but saying out loud? Nope.
It hit you too as Waterboy yelped when he saw you in the storage room. You shushed him immediately, realizing that this situation could be taken very wrong.
“Hey—hey, it’s alright.” You tell him as you cover his mouth.
Herm practically soaks on impact, your hand feeling it as it laid on his mouth. Your eyes lock with his, never leaving his.
He blinks a bunch, maybe to see if he was dreaming and fell asleep on the job. You moved away from him, or more your hand fell off his mouth so he could respond to the question.
“Do you hate me?” You ask him
Herm let’s put a shaky breath, mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. Once he could, he shakes his head aggressively.
You quirk your eyebrows at him, raising them with confusion. “I find that hard to believe, are you sure?”
Herm was dripping now, his body slippery from his powers.
He finally speaks up, though it was quiet. “I don’t.”
You nod, pulling fully off of him before feeling that his hands and slipped behind you without either of you knowing. You gasp when he starts to pull you closer again, not wanting you to pull away.
You stare back up at him in surprise, your hands now resting on his chest. The red in his face was bright; his expression still surprised that his body spoke for him.
That wasn’t the only evident difference between the two of you now.
The massive bulge that sat on your thigh.
You looked away from him now, goosebumps forming on your skin once you realized wha you were feeling. Herm spoke up again, “ ‘m sorry! Can’t—can’t help, very hard, too hard..”
You feel yourself bite your lip, heart beating out of your chest as you both made eye contact. You feel yourself become bolder, experimentally rubbing his cock with your thigh. He whimpers at the feeling, his eyes closing immediately.
“Does that feel good, Herm?” You whisper to him, your tone light.
He can only nod, a shaky moan coming from him. Your pussy soaks against your panties from his reactions, but you wanted more; to hear him lose himself.
It was addicting.
You lower, knees hitting the floor gently as you never take your eyes off Herm. His face was so red, but somehow relaxed now.
You stop staring at his face for a moment, letting your eyes level with his length, which seemed to be uncomfortably lodged in his hero uniform.
You look back up at him, eyes begging for him to give you permission, which he does quickly. His head practically falls off his shoulders to tell you to continue.
You smile and take his cock out, the weight and size of it made you gasp audibly. You couldn’t believe how big he was.
You gulp and peer up at him before taking the huge tip in your mouth, moaning at the taste. Your eyes were addictive for Herm too, the way they continued to stare up at him with his cock in your mouth.
Any words died in his throat, even though he wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked, how much he dreamed of this moment. “Close—getting close, can’t—hold, can’t..” he mutters out, desperate thrusts starting to hit the back of your throat.
“Please— don’t, don’t stop.”
A hand comes up to the back of your head, hands clinging to anything he could when the thrusts continue.
Your eyes stayed on him, now begging for him to cum down your throat and take it for his own. Herm nods, a whine climbing up in his throat as he tumbled to his release, and when he did, the groan sounded gutted with a louder whine falling behind it.
The cum shot down your throat immediately, your lips steady against his pubic region, and with your surprise, both of his hands holding your head there. The thought of him being so desperate that he couldn’t control himself made your pussy quiver in need. Herm’s head was back and the after effects literally shook him to his core.
“Fuck— too good.. so good ‘m, can’t—so so good.” He mutters.
You smile once you fall back, mouth disconnecting from his cock, and you give it a little kiss. “Safe to say you don’t hate me anymore, huh?”
Herm gulps, “Never—, never hated you.” You nod, standing up.
“I hoped not.” Herm turns his head, shaking as he pulls you against him again with haste. You bite your lip nervously, eyes staring into his face. Herm lets a small smile hit his face.
“Gonna, make— make you feel good too.”
