I honestly don’t think we talk about Arthur’s insecurity enough and how much he would absolutely melt when you tell him just how much you love him and trust him and think he’s beautiful. He’d try to deny it and claim he’s deceived you somehow, but when you insist he’d just feel guilty. He feels like he’s tricked you, and you’re so pretty and so soft and so gentle with him. How could he, awful man that he is, ever deserve something so good? It takes him months on end to accept that you do really love him, and you do see good in him, and it takes him even longer to push away the belief that he’s going to ruin things between you, that he’ll let you down in some way and lose you forever. When he’s finally secure in your relationship, he’s the most devoted man you’ve ever known. Everything he does and says is colored with adoration. Before, when he wasn’t sure, he was still sweet, still tender, but pensive, like he was afraid of making a single mistake. Now, he isn’t afraid he’ll push you away with his bluer moods or his (admittedly, sometimes overbearing) need to take care of you. You’ll never meet anyone else so strong for everyone but so blessedly weak for you.
Robert Robertson the third needs more fics where he is the fucking bottom. I need this man pin to the bed, fuck out of his mind and then taken care of. He needs control to be rip out of his hands so he can finally learn it’s ok to be himself and to be love
Omggg I loved small trans man reader (I am one lol) can we hear about Flambae taking readers virginity? Thank you!!!!
flambae x ftm!virgin!reader
pt. 2 to flambae's part in this
GRAHH im so glad you liked it!!! happy to do yall justice, i love my short trans kings <33
tags: 18+, mdni, flambae has a hairless cat bc i said so, pussy eating, biting, praise, fingering, soft sex, size difference, p in v, protected sex, wrap it b4 you tap it, reader is described as having top surgery but not bottom, a bit o masculinization, temp play, some aftercare, ummmm i may have gotten a little carried away... not proofread, i just dump and post
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yeah, flambae was a dick, but at the very least, he was gentlemanly enough to not take your virginity in a dive bar's bathroom... which probably held more STDs than he had fingers.
you agreed to let flambae be your first time, and the both of you snuck out of the bar, headed straight for his place a block away. his hand swallowed yours up, your side practically stuck to his.
he unlocked the door and let you in with a small, smug, "after you."
inside was very, very flambae. the entire place was surprisingly cold, with little to no blankets around. it was packed with things, however. bookshelves, rugs, trinkets, pictures— he was shockingly well-coordinated. complete with a picture of his mugshot, framed on the wall right next to the family photos. it smelled of spices and smoke, with the unmistakable scent of his heavy cologne clinging to each and every surface.
"hey, ashe-sweetie," flambae abruptly cooed, leaning down to pet... a hairless cat? it purred loudly, bumping up into flambae's warm palm. he looked over his shoulder, spotting you staring. "this's my kid. hope this isn't a deal-breaker?"
"oh, no, not at all," you put your hands up placatingly, "i don't mind."
"jesus fucking christ, it was a joke," he sighed. "you need to loosen up... i can help with that."
he took your hand and led you into another room, which was another ridiculously overdecorated bedroom. rug and all. he sat you down on the bed, hands on your knees.
"now, i want you to know, you can back out at any time," he began, suddenly very serious. "if it at all doesn't feel good, let me know. we can take a pause, figure out something better, or just, y'know, stop."
he waited until you gave a nod, and he chuckled, heat flashing in his vision. his hands slid up to your jaw, and he leaned in, going in with tongue first. he kissed you firmly but slowly, jaw clicking as he licked into the warm cavern of your mouth. his fingers trailed down your sides, leaving hot streaks in their wake.
"fuck, aren't you sweet?" he mumbled against your lips, feeling you squirm in his hold. his stubble scraped against your face, his thumbs drawing circles over your hips. "just... mmgh, god, giving into me so easy..."
he pulled off only to press his lips against your neck, sucking a rough hickey onto your throat. his hands continued to work their way in, sliding up your abdomen beneath your shirt. meanwhile, this entire time, you just held onto his upper arms for dear life, unsure of what to do or touch.
he kissed down to your collarbone, coaxing your arms up with his hands. he lifted your shirt above your head, humming appreciatively at the sight of you bare before him.
"aren't you just a sight," he mused, letting his eyes rave over you until you instinctively began to curl in on yourself. checking your eyes for any sense of genuine hesitation, and seeing none, he grabbed your arms and kept them to your sides.
"mmh-mmh," he chastised, kissing his teeth. "i wanna see all of you. nobody's ever looked at you like this before, have they?"
you shook your head. he leaned down to your shoulder, giving it another kiss before abruptly skimming his teeth across the sensitive skin. you yelped, jerking reflexively, only to be held fast by his grip.
"i need to hear that pretty little voice of yours," he growled against your shoulder. "tell me: has anyone ever looked at you, all bare, before?"
"n— no," you croaked out, cringing at the sound of your own weak voice.
flambae chuckled lowly, satisfied with his undoing. he licked over the mark he made, his saliva blinding-hot. "good fuckin' boy."
he kissed down your body, taking his time to feel and map out every inch of you. your back was in the sheets, his hands cradling your hips as he peppered his lips down your abdomen and to the waistband of your pants.
he gave you another look as he hooked his fingers into the waistband, a silent: are you sure? you still up for it? one that made your heart skip a beat.
you nodded. he pinched your side and coaxed a yelped, "yes! i'm- i'm good," from you. he grinned, baring that missing tooth that nearly made you pass out on the spot.
you keened, hips stuttering. he pushed his forearm across your pelvis and held you into the mattress, his strength effortless yet... god, yet so overpowering. your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back into your skull—
he shucked your pants down and off your legs, feeling up your thighs and continuing his lips' assault. his tongue met the edge of your underwear, pushing them up to trace the skin around your cunt.
"wait, wouldn't you—" you shuddered, and he paused. "wouldn't you rather, uhm... go to... uh, the other one?"
he pulled off, blinking up at you. he scoffed, a small smile pursing his lips. "ah— no, not this time. for you? your first time? it goes a lot fuckin' quicker if i use the thing that lubes itself up. get me?"
you nodded. he dipped his head back down, tongue flicking out.
the warm muscle prodded at your folds, running them up before wrapping his lips around your sensitive dick— eyes locked on yours.
he pulled off. he didn't move, just stopped working on your pleasure. your eyes shot open, a small gasp flitting through your teeth.
"what the—" you sputtered.
as soon as your eyes locked with his, he went back to his work, sucking and licking and salivating over your juices and the sweat of your skin.
"wanna— see those sweet little eyes— when you come on my tongue," he murmured between sucks, voice vibrating your skin. his finger worked its way into your tight hole, hooking inside and dragging along your wet walls. he gradually added a second finger, sinking to the knuckle and pumping.
all the while, he refused to take his eyes off of yours. each time you closed your eyes, he'd withdraw until you opened them again. you felt that coil draw tighter and tighter in the bottom of your stomach, your thighs beginning to tremble. before you could say a word, he canted his fingers just so and sucked hard and moaned into you, and you just...
... oh... you came. so that's what that felt like.
"mmmmn, my handsome boy," he muttered, widening the plane of his tongue and giving a long lick up your core. he scissored his fingers, continuing to open you up for what felt like hours. every time you begged for him to just get to it, he tut-ed his tongue like chastising a child.
"not ready yet, esgham," he cooed. "you'd break if i tried now."
he continued on and on and on, drawing out at least one more orgasm before he sat up. he pried his shirt off, showing off his wide chest, dark hair covering his chest and traveling down his abdomen. thick, coarse, yet very finely kempt. he finally kicked his pants off to reveal his thick, bulging dick— already soaked in pre.
of course he went commando. it drew a small breath from you, especially as he rummaged through his nightstand and opened a condom.
he draped himself back over you, picking up one of your legs and beginning to angle himself against your hole.
"easy, easy now," he hummed, pressing the head against your body. "nice and slow... just breathe with me. big stretch, now..."
he continued like that, watching your face carefully as he pushed in. your brows knitted, jaw opening slightly. he released a sharp breath through his nose, fanning your eyelashes.
"oohh, there it is," he hummed. "taking me so fucking well. you're just so small, bet you think my fat cock is gonna split you in half—"
"chad," you whimpered out, sounding pathetic, even by your standards.
"sorry," he muttered. he slowly eased himself in, groaning with you at the tight stretch, your velvety walls clinging onto him so, so desperately. he heard your breath hitch and gasp as a physical pop shuddered through you. he stopped momentarily there, but eventually continued at your signal. once he buried himself in, the tip pressed against the back of the canal— hairy crotch pressed flush against your own— he stayed there for a good while.
he rubbed your hips, watching you closely as you adjusted to him. whispering words of praise and words you didn't even understand.
you gripped his hand, fingers intertwining.
"you good?" he murmured.
"i'm good," you replied, just as quietly.
"think you're ready?"
"definitely. just... go slow?"
"i can do slow."
he gradually retracted his hips, putting his weight into holding your hand. he dragged himself out, just the tip, then pushed inside. he went at this painstakingly slow pace until you assured him to go a bit quicker... which wasn't by much.
"you feel so good. doing so well for me," he whispered into your hairline, body pressed against your own. "god, you're such a good boy. such a good boy."
his hip-bones ground against yours, his body all-consuming of yours. he was everywhere. every sense, every feeling, every nerve— he set it alight.
... some, a lot more than others.
you jerked and jolted, a hiss coming through your teeth as a sharp, heated pain singed your hip. he instantly halted his movements, sitting upwards in a panic, eyes darting around.
he caught it. his hand, now an imprint into your skin. nothing bad, just a minor burn.
"ah, shit," he hissed, pulling out with a grunt. "hold on, let me—"
"no, wait, don't go," you quickly stopped him, grabbing him by the shoulder. "i... i think i liked it...?"
looking down at you— you. sweaty, heaving, fucked-out, burned, stimulated, shy yet vulgar you... how could he deny you?
he huffed. "fine. but once we're done..."
he eased himself back inside, the stretch less painful this time— giving way to pleasure that made you squirm. he rocked back and forth, back and forth, listening to the symphony of your voice, no matter how loud or quiet. he pressed kisses into your neck and down your jaw, making sure his hands didn't linger in one place for too long.
he worked you over at least one more time, and just as you did, he grunted and spilled inside the condom with a full-body shudder. his eyes rolled into the back of his head briefly.
he pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash, stretching his arms up with a satisfied yawn.
"damn, little man, that was pretty good." he patted your hip, pressing a kiss to your lips before sweeping his legs off the bed and sauntering off. he came back with a cool towel, pressing it against the burn mark. he heated it up in his hands and used it to wipe you down.
once he had you cleaned enough, he lowered himself into the sheets and snatched you up. he held you against his broad chest, hand threading in your hair. he turned himself into a human-heater, feeling your exhausted muscles ease up.
"so? as good as you were hoping? dreaming?" he asked your blissful face.
"... mmm... yeah... just expected a little more... flames..."
yall i am so so SO thankful for all the love and support ive gotten in such a short amount of time 🫶🫶 i see all of ur requests and comments and they mean the literal world to me
flambae x ftm!reader (spicayyy) coming soon 👁...........
yall i am so so SO thankful for all the love and support ive gotten in such a short amount of time 🫶🫶 i see all of ur requests and comments and they mean the literal world to me
flambae x ftm!reader (spicayyy) coming soon 👁...........
please may I ask for Sonar on a date with transmasc reader, trying to be cool and interesting but kinda failing. at the end of the date, he messes something up or says something stupid due to nerves, it makes his date laugh so hard they snort and then cry, literally holding onto him until they get it out and ask for another date with a little kiss on his nose, like he literally fails his way into a perfect date because they think he's cute, funny, and smart.
sonar x ftm!reader
this is kinda a part 2 to the post i just did with dispatcher/content creator!reader, but this can be read as a standalone too!! :p
tags: sfw, fluff, some suggestive talk, basically the prompt, a little bit a banta, sonar is broke asf, alpha/omega (you'll see), reader is kinda an implied hoe but we love it
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for as confident of a guy as sonar tried to come off as, he was nearly crumbling at the mere thought of going on a date with you.
"take it easy," mal had assured him. "he asked you out first. he wouldn't be interested if he hadn't done that, right?"
"i don't need a pep-talk," sonar grumbled, most certainly needing one. "it'll be fine. i swept him off his feet before, i'll just... mend a hole in their clothes, or some shit, i dunno."
"just be a gentleman," malevola flicked him on the back of the head.
he swatted her away, slicking his fur back down. "i'm always a gentleman."
malevola snorted. that was about all she had to do to get her message across.
despite his insistence, sonar followed malevola's advice, which was how he wound up outside your place, clutching a bouquet of very, very sad flowers. when you opened the door, he forgot to say a word, immediately sticking them out at you and making you jump. it took all of his self-control to not stare at your deliberately low-buttoned shirt, top surgery scars peeking out from underneath and making him just so... so...
"... hi to you, too," you got out, giving him a quick once-over before taking the flowers into your hands. you gave him what almost seemed like a shy smile as you glanced at them, setting them on the counter.
he bared a toothy grin at you back, still forgetting to say a word. he leaned against the doorframe as you got the last of your things together, managing to get a peek into your living space. there, he saw it -- the same exact setup he'd memorized from obsessively binge-watching your entire setlist of videos.
"so, you some sort of gamer, or something?" he asked casually, checking out his nailbeds like nothing was amiss.
"ah, no. content creator," you clarified, sitting down on your couch to force some nice dressy shoes on.
"onlyfans?" he tilted his head.
"if i said yes, would you subscribe?" you countered, breaking into small snickers at his silence. "no, pervert. video essays. i look up controversial topics and give my two-cents on it."
"hmmm, interesting," he hummed out, stepping inside. he felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest with how fast it was beating. he swatted your hands off of your shoes and took your heel into his hand, tying your shoes for you. "ever talk about, i dunno, crypto?"
you smirked at him despite your surprise. "you could say that."
he finished tying your shoe and offered a hand up, tucking it into his arm after you stood.
"well, aren't you just a dashing gentleman?" you commented with faux-adoration, putting your free hand to your heart. as exaggerated as it was, it still pulled a squeak from him, which made you both take a pause.
"... you said you'd pick the place?"
you picked out your run-of-the-mill nice restaurant on the other side of town. both you and sonar stuck out like sore appendages in the middle of the crowd, but when did either of you not stick out? you were busy browsing the menu, commenting to yourself about the ridiculous names for things.
meanwhile, sonar's knee jackhammered up and down at record speeds, his palms sweatier than any other part of his body, his fingers firmly clasped upon the table. he looked less like a guy who scored a hot date and more like a newbie salesman trying to seal a career-altering deal.
"so, content creator, huh?" he broke the silence awkwardly, his voice hoarse.
"yup," you drawled out, glancing up at him from over the menu. "gets me money on the side. and i also get to ragebait people by disagreeing with their opinions and calling them out on bullshit. it's a win-win."
"yeah, that's cool and all, but you wanna know who was the one behind some of the most successful investment frauds in history?" he asked, clicking his tongue as he jabbed a thumb towards himself. "this guy."
"... oh, wow, okay." you offered a polite smile. sonar wanted to get up and strangle himself.
"yeeahh-p, not easy doing the dirty work, but, hey, somebody's gotta get the money out of billionaire's pockets." he placed his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair.
"don't those target the working class?"
"no, what? come on, i wouldn't--"
"the rich guys already have their money. i mean, why would they invest in another fake company when they have their own companies selling stocks?" you continued, fluttering your eyelashes at him. "don't worry, i get it. you're like robin hood."
oh, okay, he gets me.
"... if robin hood stole from everybody and hoarded the funds for himself and maybe his merry men," you finished.
damnit. sonar was not looking good here. he put the menu up to his face.
"well, christ on a stick, these things are fuckin' crazy," he commented with a disbelieving laugh. "are these the foods that, like, maybe give you a bite or two to eat?"
"more like half. that's just the desserts, though," you smiled softly, shaking your head at the abrupt topic change. "the meals themselves? now those are worth the price."
"you go to this nuthouse a lot?" he questioned.
"with whatever date i have at the time who pays, yeah." you glanced up at him briefly again.
"woah, now, i thought this was a free equal country where both people pay," sonar abruptly set the menu down, cocking a non-existent brow.
"oh? i thought you had enough cash from investment fraud and the stock market and your own crypto line to afford such things." you pouted your bottom lip. "unless... those aren't working out for you?"
don't say it. don't say you pulled out because of him... heh-heh, pulled out. sonar's hands left a damp mark on the tablecloth after he wiped them. "they're all working out perfectly fine for me, thanks for asking."
"you're so welcome," you blinked, rolling your eyes.
the rest of the date went... well, it depended on who you asked. for you, it was fine. you had some smiles, some chuckles. overall, sonar was easy to talk to... and make fun of, and he clearly just wanted to try his best for you. it was sweet, in a way.
to sonar? this was the worst date he'd ever been on. not because of you -- god, never because of you -- but because he felt like he'd fumbled the bag. here you were, sipping on wine, looking and sounding like the most delectable person on the planet... and he was practically vibrating in his seat. he kept slipping up and saying the "wrong" thing, and he was convinced you were mad at him by the end of the date.
"put it on my card," he slipped a card into the check, handing it back to the waiter with a smirk.
"... sir, this is a movie theater gift card?" the waiter replied, looking at it closer. "and... it appears to be expired."
sonar's ears were flat against his head, eyes wide. "uhhhhhhh... do you guys take bitcoin? dogecoin?"
the waiter narrowed his eyes, shaking his head.
"here, let me--" you began, quickly interrupted.
"no, hang on, i've got something somewhere," sonar blurted out, digging around in his wallet. he pulled out a crumpled up $20, slapping it on the table. "... shit. i think ricardo took my hundred."
"who's ricardo?" you asked, brows furrowed.
"my deal--" he remembered the water was still there, "-- maker guy. my deal maker guy. we work together in trades, and..."
you sighed, pulling out your own card and handing it to the waiter. "just take that. should be enough." the waiter thanked you, gave a judging look toward sonar, and left.
sonar was positively crumpled. he rubbed his face, trying to hide the disappointment on his features.
"can't believe you're the sugar daddy here. in my fantasy, i was the dominant alpha male, not the submissive omega," he whined, completely serious with all of the terminology he used.
you paused, processed what he said, and tried to hold in your laughter. a few snickers escaped, holding your breath tight, your face beginning to turn a shade warmer. sonar noticed, and as soon as you two made eye contact, you couldn't hold it in any longer. you barked out a laugh so loud it made your own ears hurt, your abdomen constricting as you let it all out. you were snorting, tears in your eyes, and you had to physically grab onto his arm to keep yourself from falling from your chair.
by the end of it, all the air was out of your lungs, the card was already back in your wallet without you realizing it, and sonar was utterly mystified.
"jesus... oh my..." you heaved, standing up slowly with him. "that was... god damnit, you nearly made me piss myself."
sonar had no idea what he said, but you were giggling even long after the fact. he walked you up to your door, still buzzing from the sudden turnaround in the mood.
you unlocked your door and turned to him, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his nose. "i had a really great time, thanks for uh, thanks for putting up with my bullshit and giving me a good night."
if he had the ability to be, sonar would've been a violent shade of red.
"would you... maybe wanna go on another date sometime?" you asked, hands behind your back as you rocked on your heels.
"yes." you hadn't even gotten the words out fully before he replied, clearing his throat. "yes, yeah. next week? details later?"
you nodded eagerly. he gave you a tender kiss on the lips, hand brushing over your chest, before leaving with a small wave and a little, "see you at the office."
you shut the door and looked over to the sad bouquet, sitting down at your desk with them. you thumbed over the petals, glancing over at your setup. a small, devilish idea popped into your head, and you turned your computer on. you opened your document maker and tapped on the keyboard, already getting started on the script for your next video:
I kinda wanted this to be an OC x Z-Team thing, but it’s more fun to keep it as a reader for me
Z-Team talking about sex (what’s new), and when the conversation lands on reader, they silently brace themself for the mockery and questions as they say, “…I’m aroace. I don’t have sex.”
And before anyone can reply, they’re like, “Just call me a forever virgin so I can sit outside with Golem” 😭😭😭
(Not based on personal experience; I saw a TikTok about being aroace to that cup of dirt audio and thought it’d be funny in writing XP)
sort of did it with this other request here!! :p
also, everyone is free to request oc x canon! 9 times out of 10 though, i'll end up writing it as an x reader for reach :]]
Aroace reader, but instead of being oblivious to everyone having a crush on them, reader is painfully aware.
They have a little fun with it by acting dumb or flirting back without any intention of following through. With nicer coworkers, reader lets them down more gently.
Golem is the one guy they’re openly affectionate/friendly with since he’s cool with just being friends (I headcanon him aroace as well).
z-team & aroace!reader
this is actually the second ask ive gotten with this scenario LMAO, love to see it!! im a horny little basic bitch so again, if there's any insensitivity/wrongful rep, lmk!!
tags: z-team reader, intended masc reader (gn pronouns used, no genitalia mentioned), bff golem, sexual topics/themes, fluff, z-team may be mean but they're family, alcohol consumption, technically underage drinking (golem is 20)
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you'd always been meticulously aware of your surroundings from the beginning.
it was weird. helpful, but weird. you often read "too much" into social interactions, your therapist told you to go home after you practically self-diagnosed yourself, and you figured out from an early age that your view on sex and relationship was... different from your peers.
not a bad different, you just didn't have very much interest in it. you were always told you hadn't found, "the one," but if you were being honest, you weren't sure what "the one" would even look like. so, when you did some online digging, you figured out it was completely normal... and that was that. or so you thought.
yeah, life got rough, but that's another story for another time— the important thing was that you wound up on the "z-team" roster alongside a bunch of pricks. from the get-go, you could tell you were eye-candy for them. every time your gaze swept across the room, you'd see at least three or four pairs of eyes on you.
invisigal would often ask you invasive questions, wherein you'd annoy her off by asking for clarification on every question. she'd always end up storming off.
sonar had tried every pickup line in the book, but you'd treat them like bad jokes, delving way too far into why they didn't make sense. exhausting. you swung between doing that and invading personal space to "unknowingly" flirt back.
flambae had trailed around you, trying to impress you with his raw strength and build, but when you'd go even more vulgar than him, he wound up nearly in flames with how frustratedly turned on he was. it was pathetic, in your eyes.
coupé and punch-up had hinted around the idea of a threesome, and yet again, you played dumb, acting like they were actually asking you for a movie night. you used that oh-so-sweet innocent tone that made the both of them uncomfortable.
and so went the same routine with the rest of them. you'd just have to sweep your hand over prism's hip and whisper some sweet words, and she was dead. you acted completely clueless and professional with blonde blazer, and she backed off. malevola was difficult, but after calling her "bro" enough times to make your own head hurt, she got the hint. shit, even the janitor and the company poster-boy and the dispatcher were sniffing around you! sometimes all at once!
the only person who didn't try anything was golem. he treated you just the same as everyone else, and that was a fresh change of pace. you found yourself hanging around him more than the rest, either sitting in comfortable silence or chatting over any topic under the sun.
after a conversation, you learned that he seemed to share the same feeling towards people as you; being little to nothing aside from friends. you guys played video games together, made playlists for one another, sent each other basically every video that popped up on your feeds— he became a great, close friend to you. and you showed it, puzzling the rest of the team.
it all bubbled up to the surface one night at the sardine. the team went out and crammed into a corner, golem sitting out front alone. if you were being honest, you kinda wanted to sit on the curb with him more than this.
as they do, the team got on the topic of sex lives. flambae described, in detail, a recent encounter with an ice-powered guy he met at a club. malevola followed up describing a girl she and sonar nabbed, reminiscing over the night. and so on and so forth, until it got to... you.
"y'know, i've heard some rumors that you're into, like, monsters," invisigal brought up, swirling her drink in her hand. "i mean, actual monsters. like, the freaky fucks from those alien movies."
sonar perked up at that. "actually?"
"makes sense. bet they're into a lot of freaky shit. the quiet ones always are," prism chimed in.
they all looked to you, and you decided... yeah, this was probably the time. you took a deep breath and set your hands on the table.
"alright, look. i know i've been giving mixed signals, and i know all of you probably want to have an orgy in the office, or something," you began. flambae barked out a laugh. "but... i guess i haven't been very truthful. i don't... i don't feel attraction. not as intensely as most of you do, at least. there's the ocassional interest, sure, but not like the average person."
brows were raising, questioning glances exchanged.
"nothing's wrong with any of you— actually, no a lot is, but still— i just don't have those urges or feelings, or... whatever you wanna call them. call me a virgin, or whatever, but that's just how i operate." you shrugged, glancing around the now very silent table.
"... ah, shit, and here i thought i actually had a chance," invisigal muttered, breaking the silence. a few heads nodded in agreement.
"i feel the same way, sometimes," coupé offered flatly, looking dead at you.
"pffsh, i don't," flambae scoffed, getting up and leaving to find someone to bother.
the group gradually fell back into normal conversation, absorbing your confession and treating it as just... fact. you're aroace? cool, anyways, next topic. the casual acceptance, no talk of "you haven't met your person," made you do a double-take. but, you eventually settled.
you got up and slipped out of the bar at one point, taking a seat next to golem on the curb. you held up a drink, watching as he slowly turned and pulled an earbud out. his mouth curved into something akin to a smile, and he took it into his large hand, offering you the earbud in return.
who needed those jackasses when you had your friend to share a drink with outside, listening to music, looking out to L.A's night sky, and letting the easy silence fill your weary bodies.
I just sent a request but when I clicked the ask button it returned to another ask box and I got no sent ask confirmation (im sorry to have to ask, but did anything go through?)
hi queen!!! yes, i did receive ur request dw, i'll get to it at some point xx
Can I ask for Sonar with a crush on gender neutral dispatcher reader who makes video essays? When Malevola looks up their socials trying to find them, she and him find out their coworker does some interesting video essays on interesting hot topics and as Sonar starts watching them he gets a whole new appreciation from them and immediately finds himself agreeing with them, even if he would've disagreed before, just the way they present it and the way they look and sound has him whipped. Reader's the one who's finally, accidentally convincing him to pull out of crypto with just their videos and his huge fat crush making him want to impress them
sonar x dispatcher!content creator!reader
pt. 2 here
tumblr deleted the ask after i tried to reupload bc of a false flag sobs.... sorry anon i hope u see this
tags: fluff, suggestive, vulgar, allusions to masturbation/voice kink bc sonar is sonar, reader is described as having a chest (but he'll stare at them no matter the gender/size soo), kisses
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it wasn't every day there was a voice that would make sonar's knees go weak the second they reached his ears, but damnit, you positively shattered that status-quo.
you were a trainee, having shadowed robert and given the opportunity to help manage the z-team as his career as mechaman began to take up speed. sonar had gone through the motions of his morning— the usual eating the roaches he found in the cupboard, obsessively checking his current investments' rates, scrolling through half-naked people's instagrams— when your voice hummed into his ear.
you introduced yourself to the team, and he was practically salivating. no, actually— he was salivating. he gave a look to mal, and she already knew what she had to do.
that evening, the two of them were huddled up by their shared laptop, scrolling through endless accounts bearing your name, before managing to find… a perfectly innocent account. a normal selfie of yourself as a profile picture, only two posts, both nature pictures.
"looks like this is it," malevola commented, sipping from a beer can.
"no, can't be…" sonar murmured, leaning forward and beginning to sift through your followings.
"mmh-!" mal exclaimed, swallowing down the rest of her drink. "look."
she pointed at some random content creator, likely one of those dumb podcasters, and sonar cocked a brow. "so?"
"look at the name," she insisted, trailing a nail down the line of your name... which in that account's bio.
"no way i'm getting my dick wet for a podcaster," he groaned.
"didn't you ask to start one yourself?" malevola shot him a look.
"it's not the same."
"whatever," she rolled her eyes, getting up and sauntering off. "i'm going to bed. don't jack off too loud."
"i'm not— actually, yeah, doesn't sound too bad." sonar waved her off, sitting back and skimming through your video titles, reading them aloud under his breath. "the failure of relatable marketing.... the rise of a.i. and illiteracy... cryptocurrency: the multi-billion dollar scam?! come on."
he scoffed, popping open a leftover beer can and kicking back. he turned the video on, convinced he'd formulate such a genius argument that you'd have no choice but to miserably fail in a debate with him tomorrow and realize he was 10x smarter and 10x cooler and—
he sat there with rapt attention for a full three hours, listening to you, you— that trainee who fumbled and apologized with each small slip-up, who flashed him a shy smile when he looked for too long, who didn't even know what a dummy man was— persuade your way through an incredibly long, meticulous argument. it had him perched on the edge of his couch, ears twitching in thought, fingers drumming on his knee.
and, finally, you closed off the video, a small giggle and a flash of a smile accompanying your words, and he stared at the blank screen. he changed tabs, silently sold his crypto, turned on another one of your videos, trailed his hand down his body, and fell asleep after a few more hours of listening to your voice.
that very next morning, sonar could not keep his eyes off of you. he lounged around your cubicle, and when you peered up from your computer screen to look at him, he put on this nonchalant, casually cool act. inside? he was shaking and drooling and twitching on the ground.
"did you need something?" you asked, your voice striking a chord inside him that he took as an invitation.
"yeah, you," he casually replied.
"huh?"
"yeah, you?" he coughed, forcing an intonation.
"uh," you weren't sure how to respond. "no, i'm okay... what did you need?"
sonar's mouth clamped shut, just... staring at you with those big, white eyes. he realized he was beginning to look less charming and more creepy by the second. shit. he had to salvage this. his eyes darted around your desk, then back to your face and the... flickering light across it? the lamp on your desk was clearly older than you were, propped up with manuals and sticky notes and a bulb that was so fried it—
"be right back," he blurted out, leaving your vicinity. before long, he returned wielding a new lightbulb, coming in close to dig it out.
"so, anyways, how's it been?" he asked cooly, taking a multitool from his pocket and beginning to tinker with the centuries-old lamp.
"it?" you asked, leaning back in your chair. it took every ounce of sonar's self-control to not pounce on you.
"the job?" he snorted, setting the back panel down and grimacing at the inside of frayed wires.
"well, you assholes don't make it easy." you picked up a stress ball, gifted courtesy of royd, beginning to knead and squeeze it in your hand. it was like you were doing this on purpose to him.
"i'd hope you weren't easy," he mumbled, shifting his hips slightly.
"what?"
"what?"
"the thing you just said—"
"i'd hope you weren't being too easy on us." he cleared his throat, glancing between your fingers making indents in the ball and his current occupation.
"... uh huh." you crossed your arms over your chest, immediately diverting his attention down to there. "y'know, you're not a very good liar."
"i'm not lying," he droned out, eyes affixed on your chest still. he let out a small squeak... just for a little extra detail.
"you literally can't look me in the eye right now."
he slowly dragged his gaze up to your face, leaned forward intently. "... i'm... not... lying."
with that, he turned back to his work, muttering under his breath about something or other. it took him a couple of minutes before he screwed the baseplate back on snugly, set it upright, and plugged it back in. the light turned on... and stayed on.
"ta-daaa," he chimed, ears twitching upward. "good as new. no need to thank me. a kiss will suffice."
you raised your brows, giving him a little clap. "well done. but it's gonna take more than that to get me to kiss you."
"what?" he questioned, looking genuinely surprised. "but i helped you out."
"hmmmm, i dunno," you continued, putting a finger to your chin in thought. "maybe if you fix that printer over that way, i'd consider it."
"oh, oh-hoh, no," sonar declared, standing up straight. "i'm not being your personal slave for a kiss."
"your loss." you shrugged, swiveling in your chair to scoot up to your desk. "would've reeaaallly appreciated it, though..."
sonar stared at you, eyes half-lidded and arms stretched over his chest.
before long, he was going in and out of your cubicle, finding more things to fix or replace. it ranged from annoying, like getting the dust out of the corner, to genuinely concerning, like one of your car tires being half deflated. shit, he spent more time out of his day fixing up your very neglected things and listening to you yammer on about whatever topic interested you than he did actually going on operations. he wasn't complaining.
the end of the day came, and he clapped his hands of oil, his jacket discarded in favor of just his white button-down, sleeves pushed over his thick forearms. he looked over to the building's entrance, watching you emerge with a gradually shocked expression.
"you actually— wait, you actually topped off my tires?"
got something else you could top off.
"might as well," he replied. "they were flat as hell. seriously, how did you even get this shitbox going?"
"well, if you have to know, i happen to like my shitbox." you shifted on your feet, giving him a small smirk. "well, i guess... if you really went through all this trouble..."
he watched you approach with confusion littered on his features. by this point, he'd forgotten the 'deal' the both of you came up with. just being helpful and listening to your soothing voice... and getting to peak at your chest... was more than enough compensation. but you strode up to him, arms behind your back, before placing your hands upon his shoulders.
before he could process it, you leaned forward and kissed him. the soft— albeit slightly chapped— skin of your lips contrasted sharply against his rougher snout, but he was immediately putty in your hands. you pulled back slightly, and he chased you, hands grasping around your waist and pulling you flush against his broad frame. he turned the both of you around, the toes of his shoes against yours, and backed you up onto the back of your car. by that point, he'd already licked into your mouth, the both of you groping at each other.
you held both sides of his face and pried him off of you, breaths mingling as you each panted. he looked... well, he looked drunk off of that alone, swaying on his feet, the weight of his head resting in your hands.
"dinner, tomorrow, at seven; i'll pick the place." you pressed one more kiss to his snout before playfully shoving him off.
"... okay, sounds good," he replied... well after you'd pulled out of the parking lot. "score."
i dont know if you write for trans man readers, but if you do, would you be willing to write for the Z Team with a trans man dispatcher who is overall sweet and petite, just that he tends to clam up when it comes to sexual topics and one day they find out he's a complete virgin? like not even a first kiss, anytime someone flirts with him he pretends it was just being friendly or he just mentally shuts down and backs away like a scared animal. i feel like it would be fun if everyone on the Z Team was into him but if i had to choose i'd prefer Sonar, Flambae, and Phenomaman as the ones most obviously into him\most prioritized. feel free to add anyone else you're interested in seeing in this dynamic too tho! the more the merrier! (especially if its Royd <3)
i was thinking this takes place post-game so everyones a little more used to being heroes, maybe reader is Robert's replacement so he can take a spot on the Z Team as Mechaman? rip Robert seeing them all not only listening to his replacement decently well within the first week but also trying to butter him up so much it scares the poor new guy and he has to step in
sonar/flambae/phenomaman x ftm!virgin!reader
ofc i do!! i write for everyone,, alsoalso thank you for your specifics!! i appreciate it a lot
tags: yappathon, progressively more suggestive, mention of drug use, fluff with a twinge of angst, no explicit smut (since that wasn't specified in the request :p)
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you had always been on the less experienced end... okay, maybe no experience end when it came to anything romantic or sexual. but it wasn't your fault!.... entirely.
growing up as the smaller kid, never really involving yourself with people— and frankly, needing a major glow-up— you hadn't gotten into the dating scene. aside from that one girlfriend in middle school, where the most you did in that two-week span was hold hands around school before she told you she needed to keep her options open.
did it hurt, going places and seeing everybody coupled up, all of your friends seemingly having the most interesting and wrecked sex lives? yeah, sure, but after coming out and having the ability to simply be you? it didn't come up as much in your mind. besides, being an adult, you had much more to worry about than getting a boyfriend or losing your virginity.
and that remained true when you filled a position as a dispatcher for SDN. blonde blazer took a liking to your kindness with a hint of possible firmness buried beneath— claimed you reminded her of herself.
and you were a sweet little thing, too. enough to make the z-team nervous to even haze you. you showed up that morning in the conference room with donuts and little keychain-animals to pass out, apologizing for any disliked flavors or animals. and it only continued the longer you worked there, as much as they tended to chip you down to a more manageable kindness.
and yet... every time the topic of sex came up, you tended to shy away from the conversation. all of a sudden, you needed to refill your drink or go to the bathroom or take a call.
sonar
sonar was partially-oblivious to your... strange habits. at first, he assumed you were a prude, then sheltered, then traumatized, then... strange.
after bringing it up to malevola one night, both of them strewn about their apartment— high as all hell— she helped him create a plan to test it... which was just to bring it up to you in private.
so, the very next day, sonar found you lounging in the breakroom, tapping away on your phone, and he set his plan into action. he strolled in there, pretended to mind his business, then plopped himself down on the table in front of you. he lifted a leg and rested his heel on the edge of the chair, effectively caging you in.
"so, uh... you come here often?" he questioned smoothly, nodding at you.
you glanced between him, his knee, and your phone, sinking into your seat.
"... well, yeah, it's... work. we work here..." you mumbled out awkwardly, heat crawling up your neck.
his shoulders slumped slightly. "no, i meant, like... i've— i've got something else you can work on. a secret project, one-on-one..."
he thumbed at the top button of his suit, undoing it while keeping eye contact with you.
"sonar... i really appreciate the thought," you began patiently, "but i told you before that i just don't have the funds to invest in your crypto. it's a really good idea, don't get me wrong, i'm just—"
"this isn't about the crypto— although you, you definitely should— but this isn't..." he huffed. "dammit— i'm trying to seduce you!"
you blinked, then blinked again, tugging at the collar of your shirt. "oh, i..."
"... you're not interested," he sighed, lowering his foot. "i get it."
"no! i mean, like, not... i just haven't..." you fumbled out, trying to make sense of your words.
"haven't been with a half-bat-all-man before?"
"no, haven't... done anything..."
"i know, that's why i'm initiating this, because you haven't started—"
"no, sonar, like... anything," you whispered.
"... wait, like... like anything-anything?"
you nodded silently, hiding behind your phone at this point. sonar took a few moments to process this, his ears twitching in thought in time with his thumb against his chin.
"... so, if i were to ask to touch your man-boobs—"
"ohmygod, i'm literally not here." you covered your face.
"okay, okay. what about dinner... and a show?" he inquired, giving you a blatant up-down.
you peeked through your fingers, feeling like your entire face was on fire. he had to be joking with you. he had to be. there was absolutely no way he was actually... he was being genuine. what in the hell...
"okay," you squeaked.
"yes!" he pumped a fist, before quickly recovering into that nonchalant attitude. "i mean, uhhh, m'kay. if that's what you want, then, sure. just know that i'm a busy man..."
no, he wasn't.
you snickered softly, and his ears visibly loosened before he popped himself off the table. he stroked a finger up your chin, peering down at you.
"see you around, handsome."
ohhhhmygod......
flambae
ever since you came up to him, gave him a pat on the shoulder— one you physically strained up to give— and told him he'd done a, "really good job out there"... you were his target. it was like dropping a gallon of blood in a shark's pool, for god's sake.
he did everything in his power to impress you, to make himself look as useful and amazing and strong as possible. to you, he was probably just being a helpful friend. to him, he was totally peacocking, trying to get your attention... to no avail. anytime he became anywhere near direct, you'd shrink off and get out of there.
the z-team was out on another team-bonding activity... which, you guessed it, was getting shitfaced at a bar. flambae strategically sat next to you, to where you were crammed against the wall in the booth. he actively manspread, knees pressing into your legs, arm draped over the top of the seats behind you.
"... so, uhh, anyone have any crazy sex stories they'd like to share?" visi piped up, because... of course. flambae wasn't complaining. his eyes immediately darted to yours, watching the blood beginning to crawl into your cheeks.
"i'm interested to hear if our little dispatcher has anything on him," flambae drawled out, lips curling into a smirk. "or, i should say, had anything in him."
"yeah, wait," invisigal agreed, shifting forward alongside visi, both of them suddenly interested in that conversation.
"uhmmmm..." you whispered, shrinking back into the booth... which meant shrinking closer to flambae.
"don't tell me you're a virgin," flambae chortled.
"i'm not!" you lied, taking a deep breath. "i'm... just..."
everyone's eyes were on you, and you suddenly sat up, knocking your drink all over yourself... accidentally.
"oh, jeez!" you hissed, climbing over the booth and muttering a, "i'll be in the bathroom to wash off.. yeah, i'll be there."
inside, you wiped yourself off, sighing deeply. hopefully, you could wait it out long enough for them to drop the topic altogether, your stomach churning with anxiety. you looked at yourself in the mirror, pushing your hair out of your face.
but before long, a large figure swallowed up the space behind you, and you didn't have the courage to turn around. a large hand settled itself against the sink, hip popping to the side.
"so? aren't you going to answer my question?" he asked, leaning down to look at your eyes in the reflection. his breath fanned the back of your neck, and you instinctively tightened.
"i'm not a virgin," you insisted quietly, but the way you said it gave it all away. flambae's brows raised, his smug smirk fading in favor of a look of... interest.
"holy shit," he laughed in disbelief. "you're actually—"
"don't tell anyone, please," you sighed, head lowering. "it's... embarrassing."
flambae grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him, placing his hands on the sink on both sides of you.
"well, consider me honored," he murmured.
"what?"
"for saving yourself for me, of course." he shrugged.
"what?"
"is there an echo in here, or what? fucking christ," flambae chuckled out, running a finger along your collarbone. you watched his finger carefully, lips parted in surprise.
"uh— you're— you want to... with me?" you questioned in disbelief, prompting a scoff from him.
"yes?" he replied. "why wouldn't i?"
"i dunno, you're always just so... out there. strong and confident and..." you paused when you realized you were feeding his ego, taking a small sigh. "you're out of my league."
"yeah, i am— no, no, wait," he tried to reconcile himself. shit. this was infuriating. with most people, he could say 'fuck you' and mean 'i love you.' with you? you took everything the wrong way, somehow.
"look, i'm only gonna say this once, so listen up real good," he continued, tipping your face up with a finger to your chin. "i like you, i find you incredibly attractive, and i've wanted to fuck you for the longest time."
that got through your brain.
phenomaman (apologies for the lack of length in advance...)
now, unlike the others, phenomaman wasn't a fan of sex-talk himself. having absolutely zero experience as a result of being found ugly on his planet and being incompatible with humans, you and him shared the habit of generally clamming up whenever sex-talk came up. the difference between you two, though... was that you stayed quiet.
there's been far too many times where he'll loudly proclaim an incredibly vulgar, invasive question in public, thinking nothing of it. embarrassment... didn't really register in his brain. poor guy.
so, that's how you ended up nearly collapsed on the floor after, at a very important SDN dinner, phenomaman practically boomed, "my intercourse encounters are... few and far between, i must admit. my posterior has gained a great many following on your digital interface, but sadly, none of these beautiful people are interested in seeing my—"
you slammed your forehead so hard into the table it hurt.
"... heart..." his voice cracked, his shoulders slumping. oh, heart, right. he turned to you, hands closing around your shoulders. "you have similar experiences, yes?"
"what— no?" you replied, immediately flushing at the contact.
"oh." he loosened his hold. "i was told through the grapevine of the office that you were also inexperienced with such acts."
your eyes widened. "who told you that—?!"
"... the grapevine," he answered flatly, blinking at you. "it is alright. so you... are inexperienced with such acts?"
"well... i mean, sort of," you lowered your voice to a mutter, shrinking inwardly.
"ah, so we have common ground!" phenomaman rejoiced, flashing you a smile. "you are so small and sad, i would like to... make you happy?"
"pheno-maman—!" you laughed, pushing your hands against his face. "jesus christ, you're... thank you, i mean. thanks."
he slid your hands so he could peer at you through them, his eyes crinkled with his dimpled smile.
