cw: size kink, nsfw & 18+ content ahead, fem anatomy used, reader is a they/them aka gender neutral, sonar is in his bat form here btw.... sorry....
pairings: robert, sonar, royd x gn! afab! reader (ladies x reader vers soon...)
robert's hips were buried into yours while fucking you harshly onto the couch. old scars that lit up your eyes, as if begging for you to touch them as he continued ramming his tip inside you. his hazed brown eyes made you shrivel up; instinctively closing your legs, of course until he snaps them open-
"haaah, fuck... my angel... i'd do anything for you." he managed to utter under hushed breaths into your ear, still under the hypnotization of your sweet, sticky & tight cunt sucking the absolute fucking life out of him. "mine..." robert managed to choke out through the rivers of moans that left your lips.
your legs were snapped open by his own strong palms, parting them roughly whilst keeping up the hard hitting thrusts into you, echoing through your whole being. a toned v-line that he always claimed 'he never took care of' cause fuck he fucked you like a greek god.
"does my, hng, angel like the way i slam into them like the slut they are?" a smirk flares his face, his ravenous, and utterly quick pace into your hips had somehow quickened; murmuring your name like a prayer, he had been hitting the same spot that had your eyes rolling back for fucking hoooouurrssss...
"fffuck! nngh, y-you hah! don't have to... mmh!" you gasp before finishing your sentence, it was hard to concentrate when he had you basically bouncing on his cock while having your legs pressed up over your chest. your hands almost too weak to hold them up with just your fingers.
"l-look at your tight little cunt is taking me." a groan into your ear as he uses his thumb to spread your lips apart, swiping his digit up and down to get those intoxicating juices of yours on his tongue. the base of his cock clearly stained with a nice milky ring around his shaft that was covered in the same liquid.
heart form in his eyes at the way your pussy struggled to take him in, yet here you were... letting him fuck you like a whore. and he was in for it, fuck he was all for it!
"fuck, name... you're no fair, no fucking fair," he hisses out, bottom lip quivering when gazing down onto the beautiful scene of him being inside you. "y'turn me on so much, it hurts."
slowly bucking his hips again,
once.
twice.
thrice.
and we were back on regular programming, rough penetration into your entrance just like the hands that helped hold your thighs down onto you, gradually moving to your waist.
fingers rub over your clit, eyes sparkling with how your slit struggled to suck him in fully.
god he can never get enough of you, who knew the cute coworker who just happened to be a tinsy bit smaller than him could take a cock 10x bigger!
cw: sonar is in bat form for this :o
"f-―uuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck-" sonar's words were just as fast as his merciless thrusts that fly up and in your cunt like a slutty slip n' slide. "m'gonna... nngh! c-come again, 'nar, hah!" your hands claw terribly as the furry side of his back making him groan in return.
plap plap plap!
those are the only sounds you could hear in the very room you were in other than the terribly loud noises your best friend let out. "b-been wanting y-you since... hah! fuck! ever since we met...." he manages to bite out, breathy and needy, just like you are when you reply.
"mmmfuck! need you 'nar... need you b-bad―nnhhaa!" the angle, the moans, the pressure that already built itself up in your tummy all made the moment grow and progress even more. your legs were spread open whilst having a hard time dealing with the squeaky noises from the bed.
he loved the way you could barely process his questions, not when his monster cock kissed your inside, and peppered your gummy, tight walls with the ridges that adorned his beautiful monster cock. drool fell from your mouth as you struggled to hold onto his back, you could barely keep up even with your name.
you could barely even realize the first reason why he was turned on anyways; how cute your body tried to take his normal cock... so why not give you even more of a challenge with his real one!
"wahh... ugh- nnh―fuck! f-feels ahh... amaz―amazing-" your voice cracked as your moans frequented around the dazed, moisty air. "ohoh, fuck yeah! really? come on it, baby, please."
"need to see this tight cunt take it all." his arms laid you down into a better spot on the bed, your head now on a pillow as he flipped you over onto your stomach.
no warning, no price tag, he had a brutal pace downing your pussy in about seven swift movements he had your release starting to cover his cock (as if it wasn't already). your body snapping―shuddering as it continued to leave your body until it stopped.
"shit you're tight, y'know." ... "wanna go one more round?" "i wanna sleep sonar!"
your childhood friend royd was always bigger than you, but did you know that's a big part of why he saved himself for you?
because he knew only you could take it like a good slut!
"ahhn―rooooyyddd...." you cried out as he had your faced buried into a pillow, it had been his first time you gave him the green light to go raw for once, and god was he making use of it. his huge hand grasping into your hair, delicious, and sweet thrusts when he rolled his hips into yours.
you were sobbing slightly from how large it was when it was trying to enter your tight entrance. you know how hard he gets off the fact you absolutely got shadowed by him, you only worsened his attraction to you by one hundred times more the way you had your ass poised up in the air for him with him snug deep into you.
has he been working out more? was it just natural the way he could control your cunt suffocated around his cock. i mean, it was hard to believe you actually got it in generally, how much more if you got that over, and over, and over, and over again.
even as he started to kiss all over your skin... he couldn't hold himself back from kissing and licking down the curves around your spine. including your hips, thighs, everything.
"aye, you like it, yeah? like m'big cock, baby?" you were so aroused by his accent, it ached, made you ache whenever he spoke so sweetly to you.
pushing your hips to aid him in filling you up? were you trying to kill him with this pussy because you might succeed, other palm grasped dearly on your hip to ensure his thick, girthy cock continued to blow your back out.
"f-fuck, yo-you're good at this..." his eyes formed heart irises as he gazed onto your back, watching your ass bounce back onto him whilst thrusting up in your cunt. he was very much in love with your back and the way it helped him in you better with your arch.
"l-love you like 'eaven, peck- you're 'dorable..."
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You’re a new intern/assistant/ receptionist whatever at SDN. You get close to Waterboy.
One day after he comforts you in the break room after a rough day, you give him a hug. 
Phenomaman just so happens to be in the break room as well when that happens.
The next time you, Waterboy, Robert, and the rest of the z team are together, Phenomaman mentions how he witnessed the two of you “make love” in the break room
Pre-Retired!Y/n*Has phone at hand, listening to your friend's call, blocking the slashes from him, has villain by his neck slamming him to the wall*...
Friend"GUUURL...We messed around for awhile but he only ever wanna do "Doggy"-
Villain!Flambae*Who was in a middle of a fight with you when you so RUDELY decided the call from your friend was more important than him*UGHHH!?
Friend" AND HE MAKES ME BARK!-then I looked at his search history while he was asleep!-"
Villain!Flambae*Actually stops fighting, looking at the phone*....
Pre-Retired!Y/n*Looks back and forth at him and the phone, letting him go, and puts the phone on speaker*....
Friend"HE'S NOT JUST "DOGGY" HE'S INTO DOGS!?!-"
Pre-Retired!Y/n & Villain!Flambae*Both look at eachother in shock and agasp*!?!/!!!!
OCDA (Occupational Cares Diversity Affairs) is a viral, comedian-run service where employees anonymously submit complaints about their bosses, which are then delivered in person or over the phone by founder Calimar White (aka "Agent Ratliff"). It acts as an, often confrontational, comedic "bridge" for workplace grievances, focusing on social media entertainment rather than legal HR processes.
In short it’s a company you call and then they pull up to your workplace to cuss out your boss and employees on camera
And when I first heard about the premise of this company, the first and only thought I had was
Waterboy calling the ocda on the z-team(including Robert and blonde blazer)
Like he gets the number from a dark figure (unknown) and he waits until the day before his paid vacation,writing all his complaints down, just fucking plotting.
And I’ll let all you people decide what happens when the ocda pulls up.
⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " i need a doctor, oooh!" dispatch x gn! reader, all fluffy/sfw, yes this is inspired by those old animatics if you wanna know the title inspo! || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, sonar, royd, flambae, malevola, prism, waterboy, punch up, coupe, x gn! reader
⋆˚࿔ cw: fluffy stuff & character has a huge crush on reader, blood/scar mentions, reader is a doctor/nurse!
⋆˚࿔ synopsis. they're head over heels for the doctor who saved their lives. literally.
⋆˚࿔ wc: ~4k ; not proofread, might be ooc!
robert didn't know what it was about you, but you know, bandages and all- he was just another stupid idiot in love. your first encounter? was... um.. very awkward, as awkward as those cheesy highschool romances.
you were carrying a large stack of medical supplies to a point where your arms were a little unsteady with your grasp barely holding onto the eighth first aid kit while trying to transfer it all towards your clinic that was right next to the cubicles.
"you uh... need any help?" he was refilling coffee when he peered around the corner to see where the small grunts were coming from because it was not someone he recognized... at least by name. because he knew who you were; just never got what he needed to call out to you.
"uh... huh? n-no! it's okay, thank you." you politely decline, not wanting to bother any of the other of his colleagues or heroes with work as simple as carrying bandages and aid kits back and forth.
"here wait, lemme get that for you." you hadn't noticed a few rolls of bondage fell to the floor, but when it got to your attention it was on the floor, so was everything else―
"wait, no ne- oh fuck!" you exclaimed under your breath, picking up everything you could, but he already had a whole bunch sitting on his arm without effort, lifting it up slowly as he collect the cones on the floor, accidentally brushing his hand against yours,
...
"i.. err.. sorry for... for―" "it's nothing, you're the only nurse around aren't you? might as well help when i can." woah, he sounded so confident. total opposite of what he was thinking. honestly the type to accidentally bump into the wall beside the door of your office and plays it off as a joke. spoiler: it wasn't, he was just staring at you. proper name place name backstory stuff ahh
blonde blazer was the first person you bumped into while trying to find your way around. but.. was it normal you got to bump into each other so often during work hours?
...
was she dodging her hours to eat strawberry shortcakes with you?
...
maybe...
"oh my gosh, this one is made with french dough! it tastes amazing... don't you think?" you were delighted as you lifted a spoonful into your mouth, strawberries, cream, and all. you were eyes closed humming in happiness, but where was mandy looking? you of course.
her mouth was slightly agape, watching how ecstatic you were discussing the different flavors you could taste in each dessert made her feel all warm inside.
she couldn't help that feeling grow, even whenever she dropped by your office with a 'severe injury' (a few scratches and a bruise made by the boxes she had to carry) from her oh-so hard labor job... of course she needs the very nice cute cool and great doctor of the workplace....
"you've been getting hurt a lot recently, are you sure that you're getting enough rest?" you shook your head in disapproval while wrapping her arm in white thin cloth. hopefully covering up anything that might cause her too much trouble to rest for the moment. "huh? oh... yeah got it."
you arched a brow, listing 'spacing out more than usual' as a note to your in-the-progress diagnosis due to suspicion she was coming down with something mental.
well, she kind of was. i mea, her eyes were under hypnosis whenever a certain somebody passed by, you just never noticed who...
but lovesick wasn't an illness you've studied before.
invisigal tended to hang around people she 'disliked' more than the ones she was on okay terms with. and one of those she didn't have her taste accustomed to was you; you never bothered with her, but still made time to keep an eye on her own injuries, small and big. what is with you, are you weird?
"you.. don't have to do that or whatever you know." her eyes rolled as you tugged her arm near, letting a hiss out at your grasp. "fuck! not too hard, doc!" exclaiming with anger in her tone, laced with sincerity... you knew your knowledge well enough she was just putting a strong output to keep her input together.
rolling you eyes, you could care less about 'formality' in terms of calling heroes by their hero names, you were used to calling patients by their actual names, and the higher ups gave you said sobriquets- make use of it why don't you!
"..." "..." the silence between you was extremely awkward, at least for her, with tension building as you go. her voice comes out as hostile when you apply ointment onto the open wound. your fingers were gentle, she chatted in malice. was it even a conversation if you didn't reply?
"there, all better." you blow on the bondaged part of her arm, sighing of relief. "i didn't... i didn't need your help." "well it's my job to."
and that's what she liked about this, about you. about this chase... it's the fact you weren't afraid to give back the same energy, is that what made her dream about you all the more than she already did by default?
sonar's words always lingered for a little while longer than usual, especially since he never even hung around people enough for them to last a good amount of time to process what he does speak.
"hey, doc. you mind?" he was simply taking a sip of coffee, unlocking the door with ease as he took a seat on the couch in front of your desk. your head tilts to peer over your desktop computer— ah, it was sonar.
"hello, victor. is it the wounds on your back?" you questioned like it was the simplest thing in the world, and although in pain; he nodded to confirm, trying to play it off as just nothing (even if you saw right through it).
maybe that's what made him magnetize towards you, your presence in it as itself... you were one to keep up, and he liked that. he wanted that.
badly.
"hey, doc. again—" "new ones? my god, maybe I should tell them to assign you less dangerous acts." your concern was genuine, like it was for everyone else, but come on, who doesn't feel a little fuzzy inside when someone shows care for another.
and the chance you both get alone time..? it's all for your nerdy yap about all that science-y shit he learned back at harvard... do note that he is aware how to fix all his wounds easily, maybe even better than you—but he chooses to not.
maybe you know why now.
you weren't even sure how he had gotten hurt, royd is not an easy man to scratch, especially with all the muscle built around his own frame. biceps enough to crush your average human, and probably could've become a great hero if given the chance..
"aye, doc. is it alright if ya know.." he nudges your arm as he slides over his palm, a large scratch that extends from below his index finger over to the very edge of his wrist.
"now how did this happen?" — "well ah, you se-" — "again. you better be careful around those fax machines, royd, otherwise you'll be here for the rest of week. or worse: at home."
you had a slight tease in your tone as he shook his head, playing into the whole ordeal—"you believe so? I guess I must stay on bedrest, since doc says.." he laughs loudly, while you return his chuckles all the same. you felt a smile naturally grow around him, he could say the same about you.
he knows he was pretty social, but he never got the chance to nerd out this much to anybody... and maybe that was the first thing that made him start to slip, and fall (into your arms).
you listened, you always listened. not to mention how you made sure to take care of everyone else all while keeping everything in check for every heroes' health.
it was just in his nature to fall for someone who cared. even if it was in their job description to.
flambae made often trips to your office, I mean, he started finished fights that just magically happened inside the bars he went to, catching on fire was normal, whether or not it was him or the other person in the heat.
usually it was him BUT he did not do anything to trigger anyone! (or so he claims).
"chad... you cannot keep getting into fights." you simply stated, not a question, not a suggestion, it was you setting out rules for him disappointedly like a parent to a child.
"says who? fighting is in my blood, aziza." — "if you burn your eyebrow hair off one more time you won't grow them back anymore." — "are you serious?!"
the utmost seriousness left your throat before snorting into a series of laughs. shrugging it off as no, "no, but please reduce your quarrels. it adds onto my work... when it could be easily avoided."
"I guess since doc said so, I'll try my best, yes?" he hums jokingly, nodding along before slouching more onto the couch.
he was more forward than the others, he was fine with you knowing he was a little more than just into you, and was completely fine with it. you were adorable, you cared, and you were funny. you could match him,
and fuck you couldn't just find that shit anywhere. especially in this economy!
malevola felt naturally attracted to you, like it was the easiest thing in the world. the portal opening up in your office? seems like she just got off work, in fact! most of your regulars greeted malevola as if she was apart of your clinic.
talking to you felt like honey dew, it just melted into the moment, she didn't have to pretend or try too hard to impress you or anything. god she didn't even have to be impressive, she could just be herself with you in the room, and she really liked that.
#needthat LOL
not even like she needs to get anything to wrap her wounds up―because she didn't gain any. but she did love to help you in times of supply restoration! yes she was already carrying the five boxes mentioned in the delivery truck's invoice,
"you sure you can carry that, vola?" you didn't even look up from your checkboard as you ticked off supplies she had already moved in. "all good, love, just check the shit off―i got it." confidence and softness mixed in her cheeky grin as she ran off to place it into the storage room.
"she's been at that for an hour or two now, you sure she ain't tired doc'?" colm asked with accent decored through his words, a hand on his hip as he watches the demon sprint back and forth from the truck towards the main building while alice, mandy, and colm watch nearby you.
"...i mean, her body doesn't seem to tire at all at this pace. besides, this contributes to her endurance training."
all she asks for? well, a cup of coffee or two would be nice.
prism felt at ease around you, not having to hold back her words, knowing you wouldn't judge anyways. you stayed quiet, nodded and listened, then added on a few of your own 'judgements' too.
"i mean, i just don't get it! all them people out there talk about me being too loud as if they don't do the same." — "people are just hypocrites, be as loud as you'd like here." and that? that was what caused a small, very subtle show of teeth to be seen for just a single moment. you get it, she loved that you get it!
whenever she had to rant, she always went to you, face on her knuckles as she gazed up to seeing you... wow were you always that cute?
"and then she like..." ... "—alice? hello? i'm still listening." "sorry what?"
you stared for a bit, deadpan before stating "you paused, i hope you are aware i am still avidly listening even if it is not as clear as i'd like for it to be." she... she's never been told that to be frank, and god did it feel good to know she had someone to be an ear for her.
i mean, no, she's totally normal whenever people said they loved her music, as they should—but... it was different. people always just left her on heard, or let her talk for more than ten minutes without them needing to talk as well.
yes she loves herself a good listener, thank god you were.
so, just know her next release just might, MIGHT, be titled after an inside joke you two made up about one of your clients/her coworkers :)
waterboy... well it was pretty often herman would get hurt while on the job, he was prone to it, so he ended up your regular, and THE regular who came by the most. whether it'd be from a cat scratching him, or literally his own power... yes, he gets hurt by water. no i don't know how but what happens, happens.
and no judgement in your clinic, especially when you were the one cleaning up his skin before it gets any worse. but what could be more attractive than someone who could nonstop talk about how he should be more careful when out on the job, AND can tie a tie. i mean, you were the whole package (his standards are low, he just wants to be loved).
"s-sorry, i know you're busy, i didn-" — "herman, you tried your best, do not apologize." your tone was stern, and set on allowing him to feel fine about getting damage, not everyone is immune to pain, and that was fine.
he knows its your job to, but god you looked amazing when you did. was it so bad he found someone working hard as fuck, and was damn good at it attractive? no, not at all,
"did you take the meds i prescribed yesterday?" — "yeah! y-yes! i did!" he smiled whenever you talked to him first in your clinic, yes he knows its in your job description but let a man dream!
and you know what, he did stop getting hurt so much, yet... still made the same amount of trips he usually did.
but so what, it was in your job description right!
punch up was pretty helpful around your office. especially on things that needed heavy lifting; like clients that were gravely injured- he would carry them over to you, and act as an assistant to most cases you had. like he knew every single tool... he wasn't even a doctor!
but you know what he was? a yearner.
spent a week gathering information on each tool, and spent a month helping you out to get used to it, but something he wasn't accustomed to? being the one on bedrest.
he hadn't even realized how much he cared when he saw you did.
"what is wrong with you?! you think you can just throw your life away?!" you yell as you worked onto a very open wound carefully, taking out the bullets gently out his arm—"fuck! i said i was sorry,"
"sorry won't cut it! can't you see i care? your team cares? we all care! don't you dare just leave because you feel the need to—" you went on and on about how he should not be freely giving death another soul to take, but him? he was just stuck in a trance,
stuck staring at you.
"you're amazing, doll..." "what the hell did you just say colm?!"
coupe had ended up becoming close to you while exchanging a few glaring, sarcastic insults to one another, sparking more conversations between you both all while assisting you in your office, whether it'd be arranging your things for you,
getting coffee... andddd... keeping an eye on your sleep schedule. she knew more than anything that sleep was important, one night she discovers how true her feelings were in spite of the sarcasm that followed when she spoke to your face.
"name..." nudging your shoulder using her wing as she stood a little further from you. "name..." another hushed whisper enters your ear, thinking it's just apart of your dream... "doc!" - "—whuh.. what?"
you had nodded off while making a diagnosis on one of the office workers who were looking for a reason behind the voices in their head, the coffee cup beside you had been finished over, and over, and over again.
"jan... what are you doing here so late..." — " doc, it's morning already. office hours up." — "well, shit."
her hand was already massaging your scalp as she sighs turning to a smile, a small scoff paired with it. "i know just a bit about first aid, if you'd like i could take over for a while." "i guess that'd be great."
before she knew it, you already passed out onto the desk once more, giving coupe a chance to bring you over to your couch at the very least... tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear,
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pussydrunk! waterboy who is just busy looking up at you with that same adorable tone of pleading in his irises in unison of his tongue burying itself deep, deep into your cunt like his life depends on it.
pussydrunk! waterboy who has two fingers inside you to make you even wetter than you already are, his mouth busy pleasing your clit—it only got better when you shoved his face down onto your heat using his hair. god it would be the best if you wrapped your legs around your neck.
pussydrunk! waterboy who laps his tongue into your entrance to lick up the slick that had been a result of your other precious climaxes; the bridge of his nose ‘coincidentally’ bumping into your bud as he kept those roughed up lips of his on yours.
pussydrunk! waterboy who loved to have his hands on the outskirts of your thighs, warm palms that landed on your cold skin kept you anchored down from every climax that could lift thousands off their feet—
pussydrunk! waterboy’s long fingers plunge deep into your sweet g-spot had your back arching right onto the tips of his fingers. “oh… my god. doing s’good baby, i—”
pussydrunk! waterboy who cannot, for the life of him, keep himself off you for more than ten minutes when in bed together :)
⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " huh, mustve been the wind... " dispatch x gn! reader ,, note! this is basically you sending them nudes while they're at work! || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, prism, malevola, sonar, flambae, waterboy x gn! reader
⋆˚࿔ cw: NSFW & 18+ CONTENT, reader is dirty minded and loves to tease their partner :) TEXTS ARE FROM READER'S POV!! no specified genitalia/anatomy ^_^
⋆˚࿔ synopsis. when their significant other can't wait till home so they text 'something' to catch them off guard! what do they do?!
herman’s face was buried into your cunt, hands stuck to the soft skin of your thighs, you didn’t realize how truly strong he was if he had the same confidence and willpower to fight others with the same energy he had in eating you out.
“ooh—fuck! herm- hah, w… wait!” you had your hands buried in his brown strands of hair, your inner thighs only tighten even more. watching those big, oceanic eyes staring right back up; fuck they were ruining you. and you were so into it.
“mmmn… mhm, g-glad—mmf!—you like it…” you shut your eyes at your boyfriend humming vibrations into your wet, greedy entrance. long, lengthy pale fingers grinded against your sweet, spongy area inside.
“mmfgh—haah, s-sorry my—nnh—love,” he couldn’t help but whimper out under his breath. his palms were slightly shaky, it felt like if he had taken his mouth off of you for more than a second; you would fall frail, and fragile. he didn’t want to leave you, not even for more than he needed.
you have no idea where your herman had learned… but gosh his tongue dragging up your slit had felt more than just ephemeral… it was breathtaking. literally.
“ooh, aahnn—fuck! s’good…” you couldn’t help but let out breathy moans, he had been kissing and sucking at your clit for hours, and hours again. “mmn,”
and when you squirt for the first time? oh he is absolutely head over heels all over again, and he’s back to making out with your cunt like it’s his first time hooking up with someone at a fancy party.
“thought… that only happened w-with me…” … “oh i mean you know, my um… my powers…”
