who are you, really? — mina! 20 years old. male readers insert only! i interact and make nsfw writings, so be wary! minors, please do not interact! (you may block me if i interact first.. that's my bad!) requests are open!
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the sardine or crypto night? — amab reader, ftm reader, just male reader in general, dom reader, top reader, powerbottom reader, top service reader, anything that's related to dispatch characters, character x character, angst (sort of?), fluff, smut, dubcon/cnc.
banned. — fem reader (sorry! im fine with any kind of people reading my stuff though), pedophilia, stepcest/incest, necrophilia, zoophilia.
content warning — nsfw (lewd), flambae x reader, ftm flambae, homoerotic tension, bratty flambae, non established relationship, musings/imagines(?), fingering, cunnilingus, obvious hr violation, no genitals mentioned for reader.
author's note — I want him so bad period. hi guys requests are open please please plesase Send me scenarios im not that great with eyeballing stuff
to keep it simple, you and flambae had some sort of rivalry, it was banter but at the same time it's serious, nobody in the Z-team knows how to label it, so they just call it being rivals but gay or, something along with those words.
none of you denied it, nor confirmed it. none of you thought about it deeply enough for it, all you know, there'd always be some arguments started by either one of you, it was a challenge, both temptations to one another. it was something like a game, or maybe a dance that you both enjoy on never finishing.
whether it's flambae flaunting his muscles to you, or you teasing flambae by tracing a finger on his exposed chest. you couldn't help yourself! it's like he's asking for it, who would have their chest exposed during a battle anyway? it's dangerous.
maybe that's what flambae is into. danger. maybe you're danger itself in his eyes. and whatever you both have, is thrilling, and feels better off with no exact label.
sometimes you place your whole hand on his bare chest, the first time you did it, he nearly flinched, you could see in his eyes and eyebrows that he was taken aback from it, though. when you kept doing it, he found himself drawn into you, eyebrows raising in amusement.
and when the time comes, hr violations roll in, only happens when you guys aren't doing your jobs. somewhere in the locker rooms, you get to sneak your hand under that tight suit flambae wears, but before that, a small bickering would be initiated, taunting and mocking each other was like foreplay to flambae.
you'd have your digits deep inside him, fingering his dripping cunt, and when you feel like it, you guys would do this at the showers, turn on the shower with a single rotate of the handle and see his reaction. the steam emanating from his skin is just a beautiful sight, it made you crave more of him, and you always do get more.
as much as you'd want to violently rip that slutty tight suit of his, you can't. because flambae has threatened you about it before, and of course, it's something he takes pride in, he made that beautiful piece of clothing, the way it holds his skin tight, his top scars peeking from it.
so you'd say, "take your suit off." or something close to that. flambae would oblige, sometimes he doesn't, he leaves you with no choice other than having to do it yourself.
when you get your way, you eat him out like a starved man, his warm almost flaming hot cunt touching your lips and your face, you relish into the feeling. it was amazing.
you deliberately eat him out, tongue teasing the hole as it slides up to his clit, you like kissing on the curly wires of his pubes too. coating him with your saliva and his own pre, you'd kiss his nub and suck it as well while two fingers slowly insert themselves inside flambae.
oh, he's so pretty like this, one knee shot up to have himself spreading for you, to have you eat him out like this, the lewd squelching of his folds while you curl your fingers inside the beautiful man echoing faintly in the lockers room.
when he finally cums, he squirts, letting out the hottest pained grunt ever. making a mess on your face and fingers, his cum would roll down to your chin, but would be washed away by the running water easily and quickly.
it'd be obvious that you both want more, but you two would have to continue this somewhere else in private for no interruptions. it'd be nice to see flambae all splayed out on your bed while you fuck him.
content warning — nsfw (lewd), robert robertson III x reader, (pretty much) angel reader, independent villain reader, the reader's a fucking bum, porn with plot, hate fucking/hate sex, drunk sex so it's dubcon, dom robert, bratty reader, both are fighting for dominance, dick stepping, wing pulling, riding, humiliation, the weirdest sex ever i've written.
author's note — HEEEELPPP!!! HELP MEEEE!!!!!!! HEEELPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!! while i believe robert genuinely has erectile dysfunction. he IS getting it up here and having you take it in the ass. also theres like tons of dividers because i keep doing some fuckass transition skip or wtvr im so sorry
summary — you weren't aware of the fact that mecha man, the same man you've grown hatred towards, was the same neighbor you'd see time to time.
it started as robert only knowing you because you were his neighbor.
the real you, to be exact.
at the apartment, he would sometimes see you at the same lane, unlocking your unit's door with your keys. you'd give him a small smile and a wave before finally getting to enter your place.
what he didn't know is you were the same person that would cause havoc at some unexpected places like fucking walmart and where ever else. it was stupid, really.
usually, you'd meet up with mecha man every time you make a mess, unknowing that he was your neighbor. he'd make some snarky comments about how an angel of all people or things were even causing destruction in the first place.
it irked you out a lot.
it went like this back and forth for months, robert was curious about you, you didn't take notice of anything, and thankfully, robert didn't know of you being the same shitty villain that he'd usually bust or shoo away. since you knew your wings were an obvious thing to connect the dots for, you find ways to hide them.
and by hiding those wings, it'd always be binding them, or if you wanna take more extra precautions, you'd wear a trench coat.
aside from that, you overheard somewhere that your friendly neighbor robert works for SDN now, and that his name is robert, you've heard of SDN before, superhero dispatch network or whatever, sounded really.. interesting, it made your ears perk when you heard it was about reforming villains into heroes too.
you thought of joining it before, but that means you have to stop being a so-called criminal, shoplifting and scaring employers away when they yell at you to pay for whatever you have on hand. you can't just give that up yet, you don't wanna spend- or well, waste, your money over something that'll stay temporarily inside of your organs.
people were afraid of you, some weren't- just because you're always at the scene of some ridiculous crime such as somehow burning down a place (whether it's an accident or you just wanna fuck around), destroying public property, or stealing.
you never labelled yourself, you didn't care. you're just.. existing there. people have called you “the fallen angel” or whatever corny name they always have in mind, thinking it's badass and fitting for someone like you.
some names are just flat out insults towards you, you didn't care either. some mocked and laughed at how cool your fit is but do the wicked shit at the comical places you're always at. it's true, but you never really considered yourself as a villain at the first place. just a man who loves to have fun.
speaking of fun, you found out that mecha man recently (and by recently, over 2 months ago) died, or at least the suit itself was destroyed? something like that, it was an explosion too, shown in the news footage. now that he's gone, it feels like your way of fun will be less entertaining now.
not like you missed him, you missed his presence, but you hate him, his comments really got to you, but you can tell that he didn't like you as well. you've said some severe things that got underneath his skin, even if they were guesses or something else, whatever else you may have said, it seemed to piss him off.
tonight, your way of fun will be going to the bar, the sardine. not to make a scene or anything, but just to have a drink, chat with some people, hope to God no one starts a fight, you're not in the mood for any of those right now.
entering in the bar, you look around the place before sighing through your nose and buying whatever shitty drink you can afford. taking a seat and a swig of the shot glass, you could feel yourself getting rather irritated more than having fun, you can feel someone staring at you. and it was someone beside you.
your right plume twitches and jerks, finally deciding to glance to your side with a glare - that glare softening in shock as you saw your neighbor, robert. you nearly said something that would outright expose you quickly, your mouth opening to speak but fortunately, you stopped yourself.
looking down to the man's lower body, his jacket fits him nicely, you thought. "you gonna stare at me all night or?" you finally got to voice something out, taking the glass in your hand and pointing at him.
robert's stare at you hardens slightly, a heavy and long silence between you and him, before he finally speaks up. "i'm sorry, you seem familiar. have I.. seen you before?"
you swallow substantially, shit, does he recognize you even with this masquerade mask on? or is it-
"you'reee.. that, fallen angel that people call."
you felt your wings relax, you didn't even realize they were tensed up. "oh, yeah. that's.. me." you were quite confused, but relieved. "I can't be that popular for someone like you to know of me too."
your words bring an eyebrow raise at you, robert hums and slightly leans onto the counter. "saw you before while I was taking a stroll." you absolutely do not believe that. you're pretty sure you'd remember if you saw him while you were doing your usual shenanigans.
"right, I don't think I've seen you before," you finish another glass, "and I remember the people's faces around me very.." you lean close to him, eyes narrowing. "clearly."
silence hang low for a moment once more, robert glowers back at your (colored) orbs, yours being less intense, bordering on playful. the corner of your lips tugs to a smirk with a content hum. "if you may excuse me, i'll be at the bathroom." you slide off your chair, giving him the same small smile you'd give when you see him across the apartment hall.
you don't even remember how this happened. your mind focused on your wings stretching and fluttering wildly, breath staggering as robert's callous hand places itself on one of your plume, gripping onto your metacarpal, your free one wavering with struggle.
"I had a feeling you're familiar." robert mutters, his other hand keeping your body pressed down onto the shitty bathroom counter. "ghhk- ffuck-! let me.. go!" you scowl, you knew damn well who this was now, it all made sense, you remembered the time seeing those robotic parts being taken away by some big man. you were already suspicious of it ever since then.
you could feel how hot your head felt, throbbing, it felt like you over-pushed yourself with running and doing any other exercises, even if that wasn't the case. "what are you doing at the villain bar out of all places even, mecha man? superhero bar didn't treat you nice enough anymore? or or- wait, it's because you're not a real hero anymore, yeah?" you felt your wing being stretched forcefully, making you let out a pained gasp. should've kept your mouth shut.
he turned you around to face him and shoved you onto the mirror with his fists still clenching onto your top clothing, your behind cracking the glass with force as you propelled his face away with your foot with a grunt, knocking him probably two feet away from you. before he even gets to look at you and charge, you pounced on him, keeping him pinned onto the ground.
"I think it'd be best if you don't even make a move, robert." you snarl, one hand moving to his neck as you apply a small amount of pressure against his skin, you could feel his pulse fluttering. robert — expectedly — got to put both his hands on yours. "I won't hurt you, if you don't fuck around, and I'm a man of my words." your voice laced with venom, glaring daggers down to the other man.
"you- know my name?" you can tell in his eyes, he looked more amused than shocked, or surprised. "what's it matter to you? I could know anybody." you muse, knowing damn well you weren't being honest at this part. "don't worry your pretty little head, I don't go around telling people who you are. I work alone." you're sure he won't believe you quickly, he can only hope, and so hope is what he does.
"you know, it'd be quite easy to kill you while you're pinned down like this." your free hand trails to robert's jaw, tracing it with your pointer. "hm. you look pretty like this too." robert seemed confused with your actions, you could feel his face getting warmer and warmer.
"stare all night if you want, it won't last forever." before you knew it, robert got to sit up and slam his forehead against yours, the force of it sending you back to your back, rear landing onto the grimy floor as robert kicks you down, placing his foot on your stomach while you let out an agonized grunt.
placing your hand on your forehead, trying to soothe the pain as you hiss, you look up at robert with a dirty look. "you fucking- di-"
"are you done yet?" robert's voice rang in the fucked up bathroom, his foot pressing harder onto your abdomen as you feel your body tensing up even more, feathers falling out of distress. you squirm and wriggle underneath him until you felt robert's stare going down.
..no way.
you were getting a hard on over this. over robert putting you in your place like this, over robert's boot stepping down onto your stomach- this was humiliating. you make an attempt to sit up and just flee this whole situation but you couldn't even do that as you felt the other man's boot putting pressure onto your obvious boner.
robert hums in curiosity, seeming engrossed by the scene. "you're.. getting off to this?" damn it. his voice wasn't helping this whole thing at all. you felt your blood boil, wanting to genuinely kill him this time. "what are you gonna do about it? suck me off? you're not the only freak here."
"well, I didn't say anything like that." he adds more pressure, making your breath hitch and choke, your head throwing back against the gross ground. "I fucking hate you," you breathe out with gritted teeth, legs twitching.
gasping and digging your nails onto the counter, you felt one wing being pulled as robert drives his hips against yours, his length driving into you as he feels you clenching around him like a bitch in heat. you couldn't even see robert's face in the mirror thanks to your large wings covering him, you can only see your own expressions, what a way to humiliate someone even more.
"asshole- 'm gonna fucking.. kill you," you growl, breath all ragged. robert didn't respond, slowly grinding his hips and sheathing all inches inside you, making your brain short circuit. "keep staring at yourself, angel." he nibbles on the nape of your skin, the nickname and bite just made your cock throb and ache more, fuck.
"like I'll listen to what you'd say- f- ffngh!" your eyes well up with stinging tears, robert giving your poor fowl limb a harsh grasp, your entire body writhing, including the free flight feather. "f- fine-! fine! fuck, don't..." your dick beads a copious amount of precum, weeping and yearning to be touched. "good job." robert softens his hold on you.
"you're a.. sick, sick man, robert." you felt him pull out until the head was remaining inside, before slamming his hips against yours once more, his pace was slow, torturous, like he wanted to piss you off twice as much. "could you go any slower?"
"you want me to go slower?"
"not what I meant."
"what did you mean?"
"robert. don't do this." you look over your shoulder to face him, lowering your wing as he tilts his head at you, feigning innocence while he's deep inside you. "do what, to be exact?" his voice was close to a purr, his voice always sound like that- but, it doesn't stop your sick twisted way of desire. whatever this is.
before you could even speak up again, robert tugs onto radius area of your plume. "keep your eyes to the mirror, angel." this is getting infuriating. robert slowly pulls out, giving you the chance to turn around and ambush him.
you refused to let robert talk, or do anything else. you straddle the man's hips, aligning your slicked up hole and sluggishly sink around his dick with a wince. "I hate you," you pant, hands on robert's shoulders as you arch your back. "I fucking hate you, your cocky demeanor- your voice, you-" sucking in a sharp breath, you felt robert's dick faintly hitting your prostate.
"oh god," you susurrate, you couldn't care less about the feathers languidly falling off, more concentrated on riding and clawing robert's back, you very much plan to leave any marks on him, he deserved it after all. it doesn't matter if he already has so much scars.
robert rests his hands on your hips, guiding them and watching your cock bounce every movement you make as he listens to the melody of your groans and grunts, every move of your hips send electric shocks to his groin, could feel himself getting slowly closer and closer.
you lean to robert's right shoulder — hips never stopping — your right hand lowering to robert's forearm as you sink your teeth onto the tender flesh, robert's hips buck up in response with a curse under his breath.
none of you got the moment to speak, too focused on actions rather than words, you place every mark you can place on robert's skin, robert's hold on your tightens, you were positive it'll leave crescent-shaped bruises afterwards.
you can tell you were close to your orgasm as well, your cock making a mess of precum on robert's shirt. it gave you the satisfaction that you'd make a mess on his top though, he'd look all dirty and disgusting with it. just how you wanted.
you speed up your bounces ever so slightly, huffing and murmuring nonsense, your legs were so close to giving up but you didn't want to stop mid-sex, that'd be fucking sad. you're close to cumming as well, and so as robert too.
you felt your vision go white, stomach twisting into a knot as you felt robert pulling you all the way down to his own dick with a guttural moan, you muffled your own moan by biting down on his flesh. your cock twitches before it releases ribbons of your cum, painting robert's shirt with it, finally.
your bodies relax, chests rising up and down, the bathroom smelled like sweat, alcohol, and sex, but neither of you cared. what you did care was robert cumming in your ass. "you should've pulled out, dick."
herman is pretty much a pervert by the way i stand by this. stop infantilizing him hes just a virgin but hes a grown man with dick and balls and listens to metal and probably jacks off to mecha man blue
content warning — nsfw (lewd), waterboy x reader, service top waterboy, teasing, body worship, a little hair pulling, riding, musings/imagines(?), porn with TOO MUCH FEELINGS, hidden affair, HR violation, no specific genitals mentioned for reader.
author's note — first victim of dispatchverse because you already know how it iiiss... really love my pathetic men...
imagine being herman's lover, knowing both of you are co-workers, you guys can't make the fact that you guys have been seeing each other in ways no one would have suspect public is what sort of pains you both.
sometimes — or well, almost always — you like to tease the poor man, crooning his superhero name at the lockers when no one else is around, he gets all so flustered and pleads for you to not do that, because you were practically tempting him.
you're a big fan of having your hands all over him, tracing your fingers on his wetsuit and he'll always have the same flustered reaction, acting like your touch sends electric waves through his veins, shivering and whining slightly.
you can't help it! you love the dork. you love it when he whines your name when you unzip his wetsuit and have your hand on his abdomen, pressing against the clammy pink hues of his skin while he lets you have your way since he wants it as well. he wants you.
you could never get over how he stammers your name, squirming beneath your teasing touches. there are times where both of you get too desperate, ending up at the janitor room, the poor attempt of locking the door with a bucket and the broomstick while you both make out and grinding onto each other.
after those make out sessions, there are rare times where herman aches for you way too much while being at work, asking if it's okay if he.. he never finishes his question, but you know what he's trying to say. he can't ask properly because of how shy he gets about it, he gets pinker and his stutters worsen.
knowing what he's trying to imply, you found it so, so sweet. you find him too sweet, he's a little pathetic with it, but that's what you liked the most of him, and you were a patient man, so you don't tease him about it, you immediately answer "of course".
he's desperate, fumbling with his zipper and you wait, shedding half of your clothes, but when he realizes you're only taking off half of it - he asks if you can take them all off, because he didn't want to be the only one fully naked - and he really wants to see all of you. what a darling herman is.
of course, you'd oblige, taking them off and finally, herman would kiss every inch of your skin, where ever, murmuring how much he loves you, how much he wants to show his love for you, his stammering would lessen here, this was basically his way of foreplay. and you couldn't complain, it makes you feel loved, not only desired.
you'd encourage him to keep going, keep doing whatever he'd like to do with you, but of course, you both know you're the one who'll always be in charge.
when he's kissing your neck, you'll have your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging them slightly to earn another noise from him, he gets so tense when you do it, it's cute.
and when you're sucking him off, you have to tell him to quiet down, since you guys are still at the work building, he tries his best but he'll still have a lot of noise.
you've noticed that he drools quite a lot when your warm mouth's around his cock, noting that he really likes it when you're down on him like this. what a pervert...
and when you're done sucking him off, he prepares you with two fingers, taking off his glove and asking if you're doing okay with his wet, lengthy digits inside of you. he always asks if you're okay with this and that, you've told him to not worry too much, but you do appreciate it a lot for being considerate.
after all of that, he gets to finally have his dick sink within you, entering in with a sigh and a mixture of a gasp, he'd stay still for a good minute because having his cock in you will always have a heavenly feeling for him.
time to time, you'd ride him, bouncing onto his lap while having one hand of yours on his mouth to shut him up, you thought it was cute when he's tearing up, eyes fluttering open when they can to look at you with those beautiful silver blue eyes.
his hands would be holding onto the side of your hips, his body trembling and his own hips trying their best to thrust in sync with your bounces, there were times his hands would explore your body while you're riding him, caressing your skin with so much love.
either you or herman will be the ones to pull out, keeping it safe, herman insists that he'll clean the mess for both of you, since he was a janitor, he knows his ways to clean up messes.
after all of that, both of you will leave the room and pretend nothing happen in front of the others, to not seem suspicious, but you know that you're not done with herman yet. not by a long shot.
..you both hope for the best that no one has ever noticed how disheveled your suit would be, and how waterboy's wetsuit looks a bit strange afterwards.
who are you, really? — mina! 20 years old. male readers insert only! i interact and make nsfw writings, so be wary! minors, please do not interact! (you may block me if i interact first.. that's my bad!) requests are open!
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the sardine or crypto night? — amab reader, ftm reader, just male reader in general, dom reader, top reader, powerbottom reader, top service reader, anything that's related to dispatch characters, character x character, angst (sort of?), fluff, smut, dubcon/cnc.
banned. — fem reader (sorry! im fine with any kind of people reading my stuff though), pedophilia, stepcest/incest, necrophilia, zoophilia.
hey listen! — call me mina, i'm 19 years old. male reader insert only! i interact and make nsfw writings, so be wary! minors, please do not interact! (you may block me if i interact first.. that's my bad!)
what's the menu? — amab reader, ftm reader, just male reader in general, dom reader, top reader, powerbottom reader, top service reader, anything that's related to studio investigrave characters, character x character, angst, fluff, smut.
out of order. — fem reader (sorry! im fine with any kind of people reading my stuff though), pedophilia, stepcest/incest, necrophilia, zoophilia.
divider → cafekitsune (thank you!)
art → rachel herself
[cracks knuckles] aight gotta make a new pinned 4 this then. sorry for the people who followed me for dead plate or any sig related stuff im not 2 interested in them anymore haha
