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—”

I like to think that Flambae walked in and got super offended for not getting invited 🥴 Or you know he just sets the closet on fire because he needs to bleach his eyes after walking in on that.

જ⁀➴ . . . Blonde Blazer eating you out after a rough missionᝰ.ᐟ

Being a Hero was exhausting, and god, you were trying so hard to keep up, to make sure every day was a success, if not for the sake of the city then for her— her praise, to earn that proud little smirk of hers when you slip into her office at the end of the day.

You lived for just a scrap of attention from her.

“You did so fucking good out there, baby, so good,” she coos in that honeyed voice, low and smooth, from where she trails open-mouthed kisses up your inner thighs— inching dangerously close to where you’ve needed her badly all damn day, already already wet and throbbing.

You were splayed out across her desk, propped up onto your elbows so you can look down at where she kneels between your legs, her hands keeping your thighs apart firmly— fingertips digging into the supple fat to keep you from wiggling too much.

“y-yeah?— you think so?” You whimper pathetically, reaching a hand down to slip your fingers into her soft blonde hair as she runs her tongue up your slick cunt, spreading your folds apart with a pleasured hum.

Your back arches instinctively, heading tipping back as a moan claws up your throat— you know you should be quiet, but it was pretty impossible when your boss is licking at your clit in slow, precise strokes, knowing exactly how to coax you towards that dizzying edge.

“Oh, I know so, baby— watched you the entire time, such a smart girl,” she murmurs into your sensitive heat, the vibrations of her voice shooting up your spine, and the praise goes straight to your needy cunt— clenching around nothing.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : robert x reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, hickeys, sucking breasts, you're friends who end up hooking up, nsfw, he's a bit of a talker, dom!robert.

You barely manage to lock your apartment door before Robert's hands are on you again, strong and impatient, pushing you against the hallway wall.

The air still smells of beer and the subtle sweat of the crowded bar where you spent the night with the rest of the SDN team, a group outing that started innocently, with jokes about ridiculous emergency calls and stories of retired heroes, but ended with the two of you leaving together, his gaze fixed on yours as the taxi drove you here.

You've been friends for months, exchanging glances and casual flirting at the office, but this... this is the alcohol and pent-up tension exploding.

He wastes no time, his lips colliding with yours in a hungry kiss, his stubble scraping against your skin as he bites your lower lip, pulling it slightly before letting out a low moan against your mouth.

━━ Damn, you drove me crazy all night. ━ he murmurs, his voice husky and deep, echoing the subtle accent you've always found sexy about him.

His hands slide down to your shirt, ripping it up with an urgency that makes the buttons snap; he's rough, yes, his nails accidentally scratching your skin, but you know it's because it's been a while for him. Months since the retired Mecha Man touched someone like this, stuck in that job at the SDN, dealing with paperwork instead of villains.

You guide him to the bedroom, tripping over shoes scattered on the floor, and he throws you onto the bed with a force that makes the mattress creak. His eyes, those intense brown eyes you've seen so many times in the office, are now dark with desire as he tears off the rest of your clothes.

━━ So beautiful. ━ he says, his voice low and commanding, leaning down to take one of your breasts in his mouth.

He sucks voraciously, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, nibbling with his teeth just enough to make you gasp and writhe. Your body reacts instantly, heat spreading between your legs as he switches to your other breast, sucking harder, leaving red marks you know will turn purple tomorrow. He groans against your skin, the sound vibrating through you.

━━ I like the way you tremble for me, it's been so long since I felt this.

Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, but he takes control, turning you onto your back with ease. He's strong, even without powers and the Mecha Man suit, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he positions himself behind you.

He then marks your neck, his lips closing on the sensitive curve where your shoulder meets the nape, sucking with a pressure that blurs your vision.

━━ Mine, ━ he growls softly, his teeth grazing your skin before sucking again, harder, leaving a bruise that throbs with every beat of your heart. He's talkative, yes, but not a chatterbox, just enough to make you wetter. ━━ You want this as much as I do, right? Say yes.

━━ Yes. ━ you gasp, and it's the signal he needs.

He enters you with a raw thrust, filling you all at once, his body pressed against yours as he groans loudly.

━━ Mmph, fuck... so tight.

He's not gentle at first, the thrusts deep and fast, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, but you feel his frustration dissipating, transforming into a more controlled, dominant rhythm. He groans with every movement, guttural sounds echoing in the room like; "Like this... fuck, like this" mixed with the wet sound of bodies colliding. He turns you around again, wanting to see your face, and continues, one hand on your neck, not squeezing, just possessively, the other between your legs, circling your clitoris with his calloused thumb.

━━ Come for me. ━ he orders, his voice broken, and when you do, arching your back and screaming his name, he follows right after, moaning your name like a curse as he spills inside you.

You collapse together, breathless, sweat clinging to your skin. He pulls you to his chest, murmuring something about how this was inevitable, but you fall asleep before the conversation progresses.

The next morning, the sun filters through the curtains, and you wake up alone in the messy bed. Robert is gone, probably to avoid embarrassment at the office, but the evidence is everywhere.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and your stomach churns; your neck is covered in purple and red hickeys, marks that run down to your breasts and hips. All marked up, as if he'd claimed his territory. You laugh softly, but panic follows. There's a meeting at the SDN today, and the whole team saw you two leaving the bar together last night. If they see this, they'll tease you mercilessly, or worse, ask directly: "It was Robert, wasn't it? That scoundrel finally got you?"

You rummage through your closet for a turtleneck sweater, apply heavy makeup to your neck, praying that no one notices. But deep down, you know the blush on your face will give you away, and maybe, just maybe, you won't care that much.

Bio: sleazy yandere!robert x ex assassin fem!reader

Is it weird that your boss talks to the security cameras on every street in California that you’ve been on? Is it crazy how he uses his superiority to put you in check, even though he doesn’t have to? Is it crazy that he bumps you up on the leaderboard even though you’ve already failed two missions? Nothing really makes sense when being around Robert Robertson. Nothing ever makes sense when being around Robert Robertson.

“Name, you can take a break,” he says over the intercoms. You can hear Prism and Flambe letting out tired groans.

“How come [Name] gets to take a break? All she did was run errands!”

Then their voices start to cut off—Robert muted them once again.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you’re benching me. I could really help out with this~”

Then he mutes you before you can say a single word. His precious subordinate should stay safe. He stalks the office for you a lot. He scares you if you get too close to his desk.

“Is there something that you need, villain?” he says it with so much sweetness, but it still reeks of the same poison. He makes claims for you that no one else would. At first, you thought he was just being nice, but now it’s getting out of hand.

“I just saved you from getting cut. How are you going to pay me back, [Name]?”

He chuckles darkly, directly into your ear. He knows you need this job, and he knows you need that second chance. He can take it away just as easily as he can give it.

“I understand, sir. I can’t repay you.”

God, this is embarrassing. You were once a great assassin people from all around the globe called for your skills. You were one of a kind. Now look at you, shivering because of some white guy. Good. You should be ashamed.

And he doesn’t even use your “hero” name he calls you by your full government name. How the hell did he get his hands on that? Not even Blazer could get her hands on that. But he did. And every time he says it, it sounds more teasing than the last.

And don’t get me started on the house party. You were told to go upstairs to grab some towels from Water Boy, only to see an entire evidence board dedicated to you. It had pictures of you from the time you first became a villain, pictures of you during your assassinations, and even more recent ones. How the hell did he get his hands on those? There’s no way. Ain’t no way some stupid college dropout like Mecha Man could even dream of this.

You come back with the towels immediately, but Lord have mercy after what you saw in that room, you don’t know if you can face Robert ever again. But you’ll have to. He has a special mission for you: get him donuts from Grandma’s.

So every morning, you have to see that sweet, sickening smile as he offers you a bite (he literally feeds it to you like you’re some hopeless idiot). And don’t be around him when he’s in the Mecha Man suit nine times out of ten, he’ll put a tracker on you. Your dryer almost exploded from the last one.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, my alarm clock was broken.”

You know I got you bookie!!! Was already working on this when you asked🫢😋

Waterboy Drabble

"One more, Herm..."

You gently cooed at the man across the sheets from you. Blueish-gray eyes stared back at you, tears falling from his eyelids.

"Y-Y/N! I... I can't anymore!"

Herman practically squealed as his wrist continued to move up and down over his cock. His bare legs trembled, subconsciously trying to close around his cum covered hand. With a small tsk, you roughly pushed the man's thighs apart again.

"Yes you can. Last I checked, you were a hero... and hero's never give up. Isn't that right?"

The bed dips as you scoot forward on the bed. One of your hands moved to gently stroke Herman's cheek, your lips placing a small yet encouraging kiss against the man's wet forehead. Herman only whined in response, his hand moving fast around himself to bring himself closer to another release.

Rather than reply, Herman turned his head upward towards you, your lips muffling a high pitched moan from the man. Your eyes opened slightly during the kiss, watching the hero beside you tremble and convulse as he spills over his fist for the nth time of the night. Herman leaned forward, desperately trying to continue the kiss through his overstimulation.

"Y-Y/N... please..."

Herman muttered against your lips, his body still shaking and his hand stilling. Maybe it was the tearful look in his eyes or you were just sadistic but the satisfying feeling in your chest by the hero... how could you deny yourself this experience when it was right in front of you.

"Just... just one more..."

reader is female

men and minors DNI!!

c.w: sexual content, implied smut, size kink, exhibitionism, recording during sex

Blonde Blazer/Mandy's is a sleek baby blue, she's pretty picky when it comes to buying them, wanting to please you while still wanting not to hurt you if possible. Its girth isn't particularly impressive, just average, her length would be around 6 inches. Now don't be disappointed, just because it's not outrageously big doesn't mean it won't feel good, she knows how to work it. Praises spilling from her lips as she encourages you to spread your legs a lil more.

Invisigal/Courtney's whole thing however, is literally pushing boundaries, so of course that would reflect her strap as well. It's a deep plum color, clad in thick veins and detailed shapes. Its girth is quite thick, akin to a pringle can, while its length would be 8 inches maybe longer if she was feeling a little experimental. Either way she'll be talking dirty to you, splitting you open on her bed.

Malevola's is similar, big and bulky, much like the half demoness herself. Either a deep crimson or black would color its length, and just as if not more girthy than Invisigal's. Standing tall with 10 inches and a mushroom tip, I mean, you can take it can't you? You're her good girl after all. And between you and me? She loves seeing that ring of pearly white around her cock, heck, it's the reason she loves using the darker coloured ones on you. Nothing gets her off more than knowing she's the one making you feel so good.

Coupé/Janelle on the other hand, while being renowned as a violent and dangerous assassin is quite gentle with you in bed. Which is reflected in her choice of strap, translucent, black, and sleek. While she doesn't intend to harm you, she most definitely won't be cutting on any corners when it comes to size, opting for something on the girthier side, not too much of course, but it's not something to scoff at either. While its length would come at 9 inches. She loves how you react to it, keenly observing your every expression and movement as you adjust.