⋆˚࿔ 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?!
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Finished! This took way longer than I thought, also I should keep working on me fanfic...
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.
Your head drops back against the dark mahogany with a thud, and your body gives out completely as she teases your fluttering hole with the tip of her tongue causing your hips to jolt clumsily, a few important-looking folders fall off her desk, but it doesn’t deter her— not when you’re moaning so prettily all desperate and hers.
“You deserve this, baby— you deserve the world.” her words come out slightly muffled as she pushes her tongue inside your with a lazy lick, her nose rubbing up against your clit with each bob of her head as she fucks you with the wet muscle— moaning into your heat as your cunt squelches obscenely with each languid thrust.
“Mm— m’gunna come, please, plea-” your voice breaks off into a choked moan, your pussy clenching around her tongue, fingers tugging at her hair as she continues to eat you out like she’d die without it. She doesn’t pause, not even for a breath, working you through your orgasm that washes over you like a tidal wave, leaving you all breathless and panting over her desk.
“There you go, good girl, such a good girl for me,” she soothes, running her hands up your thighs as she laps up your sweet release, pressing a kiss to your clit before pulling back with a proud smile, “feel good?” and all you can manage is a soft sigh and a slow nod murmuring a breathy: “thank you.”
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AN: ugh I need to write for her more, she’s so girlfriend <3
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.
@OWODUCKS.ᐟ any translations, reposts, and usage of my written works are strictly prohibited. reblogs are appreciated.
could you write for waterboy too? 👀 i love your flambae and robert drabbles
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..."
Ok so I've been hyperfixating on a few Dispatch OCs!!! Should I make them real and post them on here?
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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.
Prism/Alice's is just as gorgeous as her, a translucent ombre from her signature blue to pink with pretty little glitters on the inside. Like Blazer, she doesn't wanna do too much, its girth being on the more average side, while its length would be around 7 inches. That being said, don't expect her to do much work, if anything, she loves sitting back and watching you ride, maybe even taking a few videos for later.
❛ STONE COLD BITCH ROYD / READER ──────── snakes in tow and a harsh glare, you’re known for being quite the meanest bitch of sdn. but maybe, just maybe— that isn’t all you are.. ❛𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ◞
۫ NOTES. [ characters will be ooc, this is my first time writing for dispatch / in a while so please bare with me . | reader’s abilities is based off medusa from greek mythology and glasses are inspired by evergreen’s from fairy tail. | reader is a bitch, but not to roy | mentions of reader trying to get rid of the z-team | slight fluff?? i guess, just a short little blurb i was thinking about | reader is black-coded and is a woman ]
۫ MANI’S THOUGHTS. [ very small contribution to the dispatch fandom, slowly trying to find the time and energy to get back into writing cause i really do wish to write for this game, i love it. so please excuse ooc characters, and typos a girl is rusty. ]
Stone Cold Bitch. SCB for short. A beautiful little nickname the Z-Team had developed for you, SDN’s very own HR rep. Maybe it had something to do with the black snakes that coiled from your skull, hissing and glaring at just about anything that passed by you, maybe it was those sharp piercing eyes that laid behind black glasses — specially made so your petrification wouldn’t go off on some innocent bystander — or maybe it was your sharp tongue, and no nonsense attitude. Especially to the ragtag group of asshats that called themselves heroes. You couldn’t count on a single hand how many times you have had to scold them about their language after a shift; which only seemed to increase tenfold the moment a certain dispatcher by the name of Robert Robertson joined.
It was a mess— no they were a mess, an unorganized, chaotic mess that had you betting if you had a normal head of hair, it would be all gray by now. With that, it was no surprise the team didn’t particularly get on with you.
You saw them as useless and believed Blazer was far too soft on them. They saw you as an uptight narc that could possibly use a good lay — the second point always emphasized by Invisigal —.
But that was the job, and you couldn’t change a thing. No matter how much you wished it.
An exasperated sigh escaped as you placed a black mug onto the counter. Routinely, you reached for a tea bag, tearing at the packaging to release the small porous bag from its confinements. Another sigh, though not as harsh as before fled from you as the comforting smell of peppermint invaded your senses. After a long session of going through dispatch recordings and trying to urge Blazer in cutting the annoying ex-villains, a nice cup of tea always soothed your midday nerves.
You were alone in the break room, a small victory you intended to savor. The thought of the typical uneasy gazes to the hisses of your bed head of snakes just seemed like far too much right now. A perfect, quiet moment is all you needed.
A moment to yourself. A moment to take off those god forsaken glasses without risk of altering the interior design of the entire building.
Nimble fingers hooked onto the bridge your spectacles, snakes moving as you slowly pulled them off your face. You placed them on the counter for now, close enough in reach on the off chance someone did walk in. Though you were turned towards the cabinets, it should be fine, right?
Back to your routine. You held the teabag delicately, lowering it into your mug and allowing the string to rest outside of it. You lifted the cup towards the hot water dispenser, pressing a button and watching as steaming drips slowly poured out. As you waited there patiently, your mind went elsewhere, a multitude of thoughts swarming behind your eyes.
You debated your next approach to Blazer. Questioned on how you could convince Robert to report one of them for some actual consequences. You even went as far as imagining what to eat tonight for dessert. Cheesecake? No. Ice cream? Possibly.. will probably have to hit the st—
“Fuck!” A harsh yelp escaped you, eyes widening as a hot pain trickled down the back of your hand. Without thinking you were snatching it back, effectively knocking it right against your glasses once neatly folded beside you right onto the floor.
Which wouldn’t have been an issue if someone hadn’t walked in at this crucial moment, stepping right onto them with a loud crack.
The room fell silent besides your snakes hissing, whether disapproval for you or the random murderer of your glasses— you hadn’t a clue, definitely something you could ponder later.
“Uh… shit, were those y—“
“My glasses? Yes. Yes they were.” Your eyes slowly closed as Invisigirl’s all too familiar voice entered your ears, a long sigh escaping you shortly after. “You have… the worst timing ever.”
“Well it’s break time and this is the break room, so..” She spoke in return, voice dragging for a moment before going quiet. Invisigal’s boot slowly lifted, visibly wincing the moment she noticed the damage of the glasses. They weren’t just bent in half, but the glass seemed to be crushed as well, little pieces spread in a messy array. Her eyes slowly lifted up to your back, lips twisting in uncertainty.
“So uh.. you plan on going blind for the rest of the day?”
“And how exactly would I get my work done like that?”
Invisigal gave a dry laugh, “Ah, good point. You got like an extra pair or somethin’ at your desk?”
Your lips pursed a bit, slowly shaking your head. “They aren’t at my desk..” You dragged for a moment, shoulders lifting and rising as a heavy breath escaped. “Since you stepped on them, I need you to do something for me. Lead me towards the lab in the basement please.”
Invisigal gave an unsure look, eyebrow even raising as her arm crossed. “You trying to see Royd? What’s he gonna do?”
“Just.. do what is asked of you, for once.”
You blindly reached behind you, hearing the other woman release a sharp exhale before her elbow lazily entered your palm. You then turned around fully, eyes shut tightly as you gave her a firm grip.
“Don’t let me run into anything.”
“Uh huh..”
As usual, her dismissive nature peaked, the entire treck from the break room to the elevator, and down towards the lab resulted in several swears, a sore nose, and annoyed snakes. By the third time you swore she was doing it on purpose, and had half a mind to open your eyes for a devious game of peek-a-boo.
Alas you reached the lab, Invisigal entering first and leading you in right behind her. She squinted a bit, gaze settling upon the hulking mass of Royd currently turned towards a table of what seemed to be littered with blueprints.
“Hey, Royd! You got a minute?”
The man’s head snapped at her words, a disgruntled expression crossing his features. “Ai….” His tone was slightly agitated, rising from his leaning over position to turn fully towards the woman. “..been tellin’ you, you can’t keep coming in here anytime you want.”
Invisigal rolled her eyes a bit, taking a step to the side. “Except I’m not here to look at your lame suit dude, SC— [Name] needs your help or whatever.”
At the mention of your name Royd’s entire demeanor changed, crossing the lab in record time to stand infront of you. To Invisigal’s surprise he took your hand from her elbow gently, reaching for the other that rested by your side.
“What happened?”
You shook your head a bit, “Just an accident, Roy, nothing else. She didn’t mean to step on my glasses.” It was an even bigger surprise the moment Invisigal noticed how sweet and soft your speech got. Devoid of its usual coldness, and replaced with a warmth that nearly made her ill.
Roy nodded slowly, leading you towards a seat in the lab. Carefully he helped you sit, assuring you were fine, before turning to rummage through a few cabinets. Moments passed before a small ah hah escaped the large man, maneuvering back towards you with a new set of glasses in tow.
“Glad I made extra pairs.” Roy kneeled, unfolding them and gently placing them onto your face, sliding them perfectly into place. “There ya go. You can open those pretty little eyes now.”
A soft chuckle escaped you, slowly opening them, smile deepening as Royd came into view. Your hands rose, finding his warm cheeks to hold carefully. “Thank you..”
“No need to thank me, ko’u aloha—“
“Okay what the fuck am I looking at right now?” Invisigal interrupted loudly, stepping over to the scene unfolding before her with a puzzled expression. “Are yo.. Are you two—?”
“Married? Yes. Have been for about two years now.” You spoke, head turning to face the other, the feeling of your snakes maneuvering to plant little “kisses” to Royd’s face causing the corner of your mouth to quirk up.
Invisigal’s mouth remained slightly agape, glancing between the two of you repeatedly. You, then Royd, Royd, then you,— the cold hr rep, and the surprisingly smart himbo? No way, the two of you had to be pranking her right?
But she watched carefully.. watched as the moment your gaze returned to your dear husband how it immediately softened. Lips curled, fingers drawing messing little patterns upon his skin, the whole nine yards. And don’t even get her started on the whole puppy eyes routine Royd was giving you.
The two of you were completely smitten for one another, and whilst several questions hung in the air, the love the two of you held for each other was definitely not one of them.
Your eyes switched back to Invisigal, an eyebrow raising slightly. “You can go back now.. wouldn’t want you to miss your break.” The smile you held seemed just a little too forced for the ex-villian to catch as genuine concern— a soft huff escaping her in response as she spun on her heel.
She walked towards the door, reaching for the handle before your voice cut through her movements.
“Also.. Invisi? Tell your beloved teammates that the SCB gets laid.. and I mean, gets laid— a lot.”
