I was wondering if you could do z team (specifically robert, prism, blonde blazer, and phenomaman) headcannons for a magical girl/guy reader? Like with all the transformations and the frilly costumes and stuff :D
content warnings: sfw, fluff, no established relationship, reader is magical person :3!!!
robert robertson iii
he thinks it's really cool, unironically it looks so fun to do in his eyes, although he wouldn't really say that out loud.
also will definitely ask you after seeing it the first few times if it's genuinely apart of your whole power scheme.
also, in my own opinion i really feel like he has a great eye for color spotting/matching, to give context: it's basically like he can immediately tell what colors would look good with what,
so he'd always give suggestions if ever your outfit changes a ton every transformation!
unironically will help you scape out any more outfit ideas that are themed to specific scenarios, like beach season, winter season, etcetera.
i just have a huge feeling he's dabbled in the fashion industry once.
prism
oh my GOD she is in love with you. loves every. single. outfit. EVERRRR
thinks your transformations eat every single time too, no matter what bum ass outfit could be next, because she swears on EVERYBODY'S life that you do not have a single bad outfit.
and honestly i get why, she is also unironically yearning for your aesthetic, loves how everything that comes with your outfits post-transformation are ALL matching, and set to par as matching accessories.
she will ask to try any outfit you can and post that shit on her social media.
people will think she's hard launching but she honestly leaves it up to people's opinions to think about what you two are
#prteamworstnightmare
she never really cared too much about what the press said in the first place, she just thinks you're cool, and you two do indeed get along because of her admiration for the dedication towards keeping the theme of being a #magicalgirlorguy :3
blonde blazer
trust me she HAS experience in the fashion industry and deeply approves of all the outfits going on. + if you want, she can give critique/any improvements you should make to look even more out of this world!
also asks if its apart of your powers to be summoning the wand that is coincidentally themed towards the whole summer season; a quick answer is yes, you do theme any item you hold for your power towards the outfits too.
and she eats all your ideas up, like if you were to use a magical wand as your weapon and sees your wand become a snowflake rather than its usual star PLEASEEE SHE IS JUST :o.
yaps for hours about fashion because she feels like most the people at sdn just submitted shit they made when they were five and just thugged it out.
queen loves every part of your power that has to do with adapting to your surroundings. it is insanely cool and she is all for it.
phenomaman
asks if all people are as cool and whimsical as you are, and is a little disappointed to hear that it's really just you being this cool...
likes seeing you spin around, it's not even for any weird reason you might think, but the way your frills follow your direction is a universally positive experience he hopes everybody, even aliens like himself, get to feel.
also gives suggestions as much as he can as a literal outsider perspective; he might seem a little too joyful about it but it's really because he admires all the glitter and sparkle you could surround yourself in.
even without actually acknowledging it or educating himself on fashion- he's unironically pretty tough with his choice in clothing! believe it or not, but it's only really better on you rather than himself.
asks if your transformations are apart of your power because he wants to know if others can do it-
and yes, again is upset when he really realizes it's just you being super whimsy n shit...
will ask to try out an outfit or two every now n' then !
Hiii!! I’m dying for more Phenomaman fics, so could I please request Phenomaman x alien!reader where he’s now not only got a companion in the misunderstanding of human behaviours, but he’s also found out that they’re biologically compatible (doesn’t matter if smut is included or not, whatever you prefer is best!)
phenomaman x (gn) alien!reader
this idea's got the cogs in my monkey brain turning frfr...
i'm not very experienced with writing non-human characters, so i drew inspiration from a lot of humanoid marvel species... plus things i think r just neat :)
tags: meetcute, awkwardness, excuses for dry dialogue, typical alien conversations, fluff, rapidly descending into love (or what they think love is... angst anyone? angst?), smut, alien genitals, p AND v?, grinding, frottage of sorts, sweat, brief "aftercare," ends on a sweet note
you came to earth after getting a little too curious and taking a spin a couple of parsecs away from your home planet, winding up in an unfamiliar place with creatures that held eerily similar faces to your own. close enough to trigger recognition, but just off enough to stir up an instinct of danger.
but that was years ago. now, you had officially assimilated. granted, your skin still glowed in blues and pinks, venom still dripped from your very blood, and the complexities of human interaction stressed you out to no end. one day, a behavior was accepted and praised. the next, it was shamed and feared. it was a battlefield of confusion and no clarification.
so, there you were, seated in a chair, drumming your fingers along your leg as you observed the surroundings of the bar. with two livers, you got to enjoy humans' weak alcoholic beverages, loud, unique music, and practice socializing in a much more accepting environment. you sipped on pure rum, observing the people coming in and out.
but, eventually, a much more recognizable face drew closer. a hulking frame, but with the soft, distinct features of the urgots. your eyes widened, neck twisting to get a better look at him. he didn't look like the typical urgot, being far, far larger than most, but it was unmistakable.
he plopped himself down on the stool next to you with a thud, the chair creaking and threatening to break. his downcast expression found you, his eyes searching your features.
"greetings," he spoke with almost comical sadness. "have you ever had your heart figuratively torn from your body?"
"no," you replied flatly, voice, or rather voices, coming in slightly delayed one after the other. "are you urgon?"
he blinked at you, brows furrowing in interest. "yes, i am. i am aware i am quite ugly for my kind, but... oh, do you think that is why blonde blazer broke up with me?"
"i do not know that name," you replied, taking another long sip. "you are not ugly."
"you do not need to spare my feelings," he recited, slamming a fist against his heart. "i have already have them hurting. unless, you are already insulting me."
your lips twitched at him. "i do not spare feelings. why would i do such a thing?"
he studied you, face sinking into his hand. "you are... quite pretty."
"thank you," you replied, eyes flickering over him. "you are quite breedable."
one of the men accompanying the urgon choked on his drink, coughing vigorously as he walked away from the bartop.
"what did i say?" you questioned aloud, staring as the man left -- head turning nearly a full 180° to follow him. you sighed, tracing the rim of your glass mournfully. "i do not understand humans sometimes."
"neither do i," the urgon abruptly brightened, a sense of glimmer entering those large eyes. "their customs are... complicated. conflated."
"and they never make their minds up on acceptable topics!" you laughed, the sound a loud screech. the man didn't flinch; he continued to just... stare.
"no, they do not!" he laughed back, a much more human-sounding, warm sound. "and they shame you when you do not know!"
"they do!" you continued, sucking in another screech. the urgon still did not move.
"katon-ur was the name given to me," he introduced himself, pausing before stretching his hand out. "i wish to make love to you, cotton-candy-person."
before you could clarify, you choked out your name as he pulled you in for a bone-cracking hug. it nearly crushed your lungs... and something within you liked that.
"i did not realize... this was the meaning behind that connotation..." you barely managed, giving him a rough pat before he dropped you back onto your seat.
"of course. pushing our hearts as close as they can be?" katon-ur continued, his eyes squinting with the force of his smile. "i believe that is the meaning of love. i... believe i may be in love with you."
"oh," you murmured, glancing between him and your drink. you shrugged. "okay."
his smile waivered. "does... that not entice you?"
"yes, but we have known of one another's existence for only a few minutes," you continued, pulling your lips up tightly.
"oh-- forgive me, i forget the mating process on other planets is quite extended," he apologized profusely.
"yes, okay," you replied, baring your teeth in an attempt to grin. he stared down at your mouth, then leaned down and... planted a kiss directly on them. you froze. he froze.
"i hope that was alright?" he asked quietly, flush creeping down to his neck.
"yes," you answered back, knocking down the rest of your drink. "be my nightly partner? dance? make love? have intercourse?"
he nodded profusely before you could even finish. the two of you got up, and it didn't take yourselves long before you lost yourselves to the music. it was exhilarating, and the way his large hands continued to grip at your skin and pull and push with the force a man could never utilize... it set your senses alight. your veins began to glow a cold pink, illuminating your body, demonstrating the vitality of it.
the two of you bonded over your shared struggles in daily life, finding comfort in the misunderstandings and complicated way of humans. of course, you could have ended the night off there... but what was the point in testing a potential mate emotionally, physically, and not testing his reproductive abilities?
this mutual agreement led to the both of you in a hotel room after clumsily booking a room, katon-ur insisting on getting a $600 room, considering it was a whole 15% off! you convinced him on getting half the price, though it was like fighting an uphill battle with him.
the both of you sat on the bed, calmly removing your own respective clothing.
"i must warn you," he began, quite loudly, "i am unfamiliar with your species' genitals. they may not be compatible, just like my previous partner's."
you noticed the sadness creeping in, and you chose to lean in and 'make love' to him, as he put it, arms around his back tightly.
"that is why we are doing this, right?" you asked. "to ensure maximum compatibility?"
"of course," he answered, a small tremble in his voice. doubt. you would just have to show him, you figured.
once you were both completely bare in front of one another, both of your eyes were locked on each other's areas... which were both bare. a good sign.
"we may have more luck than we thought," he commented quietly. "let us engage?"
"let us," you affirmed, leaning up on your knees and meeting your mouth to his. you both had experience with kissing, at the very least. his mouth moved against yours, slow and practiced, a hand coming to cup your cheek. he hummed against your lips, pressing sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss into them.
"you taste divine," he murmured, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. you couldn't help but squeal-screech, the sound making his pulse flutter with excitement. he delved his tongue into your mouth, and you met him back with precisely the energy he needed; slow, long, yearning. you breathed him in, and he stole the breath from you right after.
he carefully lied you down onto the mattress, oh-so gently, hyperaware of his size and strength. his fingers brushed down your sides, then to the apex of your thighs. he teased the small slit with his middle and index fingers, coaxing more wetness and responsiveness from it. you moaned sharply into him, and he hushed you with low platitudes.
he felt a tendril wrap around his finger, and his heart nearly exploded with delight. you felt him for his slit, and found the same, beaming up at him. he slotted his incredibly large, thick thigh into yours, grinding up against you. the both of you released strained moans, hands winding into each other as the tendrils poked and prodded at one another. his hips shifted, testing each sensitive position, until he finally found the one.
the tendrils shot out and latched onto one another, vacuuming each other together and sending waves of white-hot pleasure that made you twitch and writhe. he continued to kiss your face over and over again, despite his own trembling whimpers and moans.
"a- ah, this is-- i'd forgotten what-- oh, oh dear," he babbled out, stumbling over nearly every word. "your tendrils are thorough."
"yes," you gasped, a long groan drawing out from your throat as his tendrils began to suck and pump yours. the combination of those sensations, along with his laving tongue, wandering lips, and whispered words, made your head go fuzzy with pleasure. you rocked your hips along his, the bottom of his 'happy trail' grinding against your abdomen with each mock-thrust. a tightness coiled in every inch of your body, your mind turning to mush.
"i am reaching my, my peak!" he shouted, definitely loud enough for the room next to them to hear. with a broken moan through gritted teeth, he arrived just as you did, the both of you shuddering and nearly collapsing on the spot. the genitals remained locked on each other, as per usual, and katon-ur practically collapsed on top of you.. before remembering himself and choosing to drape you over his sweaty body instead.
"that was... phenomenal," he breathed. the irony was lost on you, especially as you struggled to get your breathing and entire nervous system back in order. you lifted your head slightly from his sweaty chest, pressing a kiss along his throat.
"yes, good," you muttered contentedly, knees lifting as you found a comfortable position again. he didn't pressure you to say any more or do any more, he merely rested a hand on your back, petting it softly, and lied there in your presence.
when he opened his eyes, at the very least, he looked at you as if you were the very stardust in the universe.
you might have found the compatible partner you'd searched the stars for all along.
summary ༺๑ˊ- loving on phenomaman as he struggles loving himself sometimes.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- phenomaman / katon-ur x gn!reader
cws ༺๑ˊ- established relationship, loooots of kisses, themes of body worship, intimate fluff
pitiful. that was the look phenomaman was giving you.
you knew that look, the one where his bottom lip slightly jut out, his head bobbed down and the way his eyes peeked up at you like a guilty dog.
he looked almost dejected, like someone just called him hideous or something. well, that wasn't necessarily a lie. that's what he kept calling himself. his mind was still wrapped up in his home planet, how he is ugly there.
but to you, phenomaman was ethereal. tall, muscular, but soft. gentle, loving, and lovable. that's how you would describe your lover, though words don't seem to get through him when he's in this down state.
so, you remind yourself that actions speak louder than words.
that's what brought you here, settled on top of him and your lips exploring every little inch of his being.
"what... are you doing?" he peeked down at you where you were straddling his hips. he let out a shaky breath as your lips brushed where his chest peeked out from the collar of his shirt.
"loving on you." you stated bluntly, as if you were concentrated and couldn't be interrupted from your task.
which, you were. this was serious business.
phenomaman didn't have a chance to ask anything else before feeling you grab the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling up the soft fabric to reveal his stomach to your gaze.
he was built, yes, but he had this gorgeous layer of fat over the muscle that left him warm and soft. god, he was so perfect.
his breath hitched as he felt your lips plant a single kiss beneath his navel, the muscles under your lips twitching slightly. instinctively, he tries to pull his shirt back down.
"let me make love to you." you murmured, putting your hand over his much larger one. oh, making love, he knew what that meant. he loved making love with people.
you smiled to yourself as you felt him melt back against the plush bed.
your lips explored his stomach, kissing up the center line of it before nosing affectionately at his waist. phenomaman let out a few breaths, the ticklishness of your loving caresses making his cheeks grow warm.
"you're so perfect." you whispered, kissing his hip. "so pretty, so beautiful, oh my god i can't stand it..." a hint of cuteness aggression snuck out in your voice, your hands gripping at his waist slightly.
for once, phenomaman didn't have much to say. he was loving it, his eyes closed in bliss as his fingers almost pet your head, like he wanted to return the favor.
"this feels quite... good." he finally spoke, his voice filled with gentle warmth, albeit a bit flustered. "yeah?" that brought a satisfied smile to pull at your lips.
he was just so cute. odd word to use for an all-powerful alien who could definitely destroy the earth if he so pleased, but to you, he was just a love-sick puppy.
it only encouraged you to keep going, nosing slightly at his happy trail as your hands slid up his sides, just wanting to feel him as much as you can. he was addicting to touch.
but phenomaman, katon-ur, wasn't complaining. he'd move the stars in the sky if that meant having you love him like this.
