deadass jumped out of my bed the moment i saw you write something for dispatch
I don't know if you write for phenomaman, (on my knees begging that you do) but in case you do write for him, could you do a scenario where reader and phenomaman are having sex and reader uses the safeword?
Totally alright if you're uncomfortable with this!! I'm fine with plain old smut as well (if you do decide to just do plain smut pleaseee make phenomaman submissive because that man for the life of him can't be dominant!)
Anyway, please and thank you! We're all cracking phenomaman 💯
In some ways, you’d consider him better than your ex. Heavy on the ‘some’ though.
His lack of…parts certainly makes some things difficult. Impossible, even if you’re being honest. But he’s tall. And he’s handsome. And he’s well built. And loyal. And attentive and eager and loving and willing to learn and understanding and reliable and good and so much more. But at his core? He’s good. He’s just good. A little lost in the ways of humans, sure. But besides that, he’s just good. Too good. Everything good you could ever want in a man. The full package, really. Just without the package, unfortunately.
But with all that goodness? With all that eagerness to please? There are tons of benefits. Because you know that if nothing else, he just makes to make you happy. He just wants to make you feel good. And that’s a good thing. That’s a great thing. One might even say phenomenal, even.
There’s just one-teensy little problem. He’s not human. And try as he might, he doesn’t fully understand humans yet. And that’s usually okay. But whenever it’s not okay, it usually has to do with him not understanding the limits of the human body. And in this case…
“R-Red! Ohmy- Ohmygosh, R-Red! Red!”
…it’s him not understanding that you simply can’t handle his mouth being on your most sensitive parts like that for so long.
Instantly, at your yelps, Katons backs away- detaching his mouth from you with an audible and lewd ‘pop.’ You hear him start to freak out instantly and fill the room with rapid, fearful apologies as he registers what it means to use that word in the midst of him doing something that he thought was good and enjoyable for you. And it was. It really, really was.
“M-my love! Oh, what have I done!!”
It was just too much.
The small part of you that’s still a little bit grounded to this world breaks when you hear the anguish in his voice. Instantly, it makes you want to comfort him. You want to reach out and pet his hair, and calm his blubbering so he knows that you’re not in the pain (okay, you are in a bit of pain right now, but he doesn’t need to know that right now) and that it’s okay and he’s still good. You want to do that. In fact, you think you might sort of need to do that before he freaks out even more and accidentally ends up hurting himself in his own panic. But you can’t. Because you’re a little busy dealing with the consequences of his actions right now.
Because the second starts to feel some relief, your head tosses itself back onto your bed, and your body falls unceremoniously onto the sheets with one simple word:
“ F-fuck!”
In that moment, you find yourself breathing in deeply as you desperately try to regain some semblance of control over your body. Everything that pours of your mouth is nothing short of a whiny gasp as you’re forced to let the remaining feelings of overstimulation and pleasure run their course through your body. You must look pathetic here, whimpering and whining as you squirm and writhe around on your bed, even though Katon’s mouth is far away from you at this point (not that it really feels that way).
Though perhaps pathetic is not the right word. Sure, you must look a mess right now with the way you can’t stop twitching and moaning and gasping at the aftershocks that aren’t truly aftershocks but also just won’t stop. And, sure, that’s how you would probably describe yourself if you were in Katon’s shoes, watching you from afar. But you’re uniquely hard on yourself. Most people are. But Katon? Well, you can’t really say you understand all that much about how his mind works. Though if there’s one thing you can confidently say about him, it’s that he is far too good to do anything to hurt you or cause you distress intentionally.
So the fact that you ended up like this after he thought he was doing a good job in giving you the best oral sex of your life after all that recent studying he did?
“M-my love! Can you hear me?! Scream if you are dying!!”
It must be killing him much more than you’re really able to process right now.
“It’s…it’s fine…” You finally breathe out in response to Katon’s frightened cries, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you struggle to keep your fluttering eyelids open long enough to flash him a reassuring smile. Well, at least that’s what you hoped you were doing. But it seems like the expression on your face must have looked a little too dazed and confused for his comfort since he didn’t seem to slow down his fretting one bit. Oh well. “Katon…Katon, really, it’s fine. Just got a little intense…that’s all…”
It’s about then that you start to feel your vision clear up and your heart rate start to slow. You still feel like you've just been through a lot. In fact, the sheer feeling of being overwhelmed has yet to go away. But you’re feeling good enough to open your eyes to look at your lover’s still panicked eyes from the corner of your bed as you beckon him to come to you.
He hesitates, lingering by your feet before reluctantly giving in and crawling his way towards you slowly but surely. He has always moved carefully with you. Always moved in a way that was always so safe, so conscious about how much space his imposing form took up and how easy it is for a being like him to hurt something as human as you. But this time, he seemed to be more aware- more scared than ever. And you just can’t stand to see it. Especially after knowing how good he is. Both on the inside and to you.
“You’re just a little too good at this,” You murmur once he finally gets close enough to settle on the bed, right next to you. He lets out a small grunt of acknowledgement as he goes to lie down on your bed that’s just barely big enough for the two of you, gingerly wrapping his arm around your waist according to your guiding hands. He’s cuddled you before. You’ve shown him how to cuddle you before. But just like you needed a second to recover from…all that earlier, you know he’s needed to recover from the spook he received from you too. “You could even say that you’re phenomenal at it, huh?”
At your joke, Katon’s handsome face drops into a small frown- one that you can’t help but giggle at. Whether or not he recognizes the fact that you’re joking is a little beyond your somewhat fried mind at the moment. But you do know that he seems more accepting of your efforts, reassure him now that he sees you smiling and laughing instead of suffering. You know this because he holds you just a little tighter than before. Just a little bit, at least.
You’re still not ready to back and finish the round that was interrupted by his surprisingly skillful tongue. And judging by the way his touch is still awkward and his mumbled apologies are still very, very, very common, he has a long way to go before he’s ready for anything else. But he’s holding you. That’s a start. And he’s kissing your forehead and asking you if “you’re sure you’re alright?” every couple of minutes as he gently strokes your skin in a way that makes you feel so sleepy, so loved more than anything else. And that’s something too.
Okay, it’s more than something. Because, for all his goodness, you know this world is very, very different from his own. You know that you are very, very different from him. But he tries for you. Oh, how he tries for you. And that’s all you can ask for. That’s all you can ever want. Especially from someone like him.
Though if he could stop offering to fly into the sun any time he makes you feel any sort of negative emotion, that would be pretty phenomenal too, now wouldn’t it?
