#dispatch x fem reader

working out the fax machine was tough, i mean, why was there one anyway? do you really need to print soft copies of results today? isn't that why we have computers?!

you bang your fist on the machine, only for the paper to come out blank. again. "fuck! why won't this wo—" you feel a body press up against behind you, clicking a few buttons on the machine, letting it work out silently.

you peered over your shoulder briefly, it was... hah. it was robert. of course he knew.

he was still pressed up behind you while patting the machinery a couple times, "what did you need again... just copy it, right?" his voice was right next to your ear, warm breath flowing towards your collarbone as he peeked over you to check the settings again.

was it just you or.. was it getting hot?

these little moments... happened almost all the fucking time too, was he seriously into you too? or were you just seeing these as mixed signals... you couldn't tell. well until now.

he already had you straddled over his lap, whilst he still sat in his office chair, your hands hovered over his chest, tracing the scars on his chest, loosening his tie even further...

"god, you sure you wanna do this... here?" he felt his cheeks darken, the way your shadow peering over him—"never been sure-r... if that's a thing."

well, that's all it took for him you let you ride him, god it had been long but who could blame him for the loud groans he let out while you slowly sank on and off his cock.

he felt like his shaft just needed your hole to tighten around him more, he wanted you to control where his tip would kiss; it was all to make you feel like you were in heaven.

it was how often you could hear the shlick shlick shlick echo from across the room, god you two would be fired immediately if anyone caught you.

"nnh— fuuckk- rob—s'good... mmph!" you continue to mewl as you grinded his mushroom tip deeper and harshly against your core. making your eyes roll back once more, you didn't know what kind of magic he was setting on you, but god this made you want him so much more.

"h—holy sssshit, fuck s'good... y-you're haah doing so good f'me, baby." whispering praise into your ears like a hushed, forbidden prayer, his nails digging into the sides of your hips.

leaving crsecent-shaped marks all over your skin, red marks all over your collarbone from how much he had sucked on your skin earlier when he got the chance to palm you through your clothes.

"ahhnn—rob-eeerrtt hnngh! yo—you're.. hah! fuck! so b-big—"

you manage to whine out as you managed to slide down to the base of his cock for the nth time, "fuck, fuckfuckfuck! god—keep riding me like that angel, p-please jus' a little more, beautiful, i got you—"

"look at me, beautiful..." he snapped almost immediately, but nothing turned him on more than to see your cute little eyes roll back, his hands keep a steady grip on the fat of your thighs, "you're doing... so fuckin' amazing..." he manages to pant; battle scar-covered arm tightly wrap around your waist,

your gooey walls drip down the base of his tip, slowly starting to grind your core against him once more, making him groan even louder into your ear, feeling your insides twitch in severe lust and need. "don't stop now, baby—haah—need you m-more than anything."

"whhn, rob- i c-can't!" you choke out between sobs of pleasure, your muscles quivered senselessly as you faltered dearly underneath the strong grasp that held you close and down onto his cock.

"y'want help?" his brown eyes implored more than anything that he would help you anyways; your breaths mingle heavy in the air as you gave a dazed stare back at him, a small nod.

his bicep was much more than enough in order to lift you up and down his length, almost like you weighed nothing. obviously you couldn't do anything other than take it, you clench hard onto him as your stomach flutters with butterflies; brown strands of his hair brush against your chest every time he lifts you up and down.

"shit, sweetheart, go on- fuck— come on my cock."

blonde blazer, or well, mandy in your case always helped you around the office. whether it'd be the paperwork, or carrying said stacks of paperwork. maybe even dealing with any heroes or other dispatchers that might pick or hit on you at all, she loved to help you out with the small things.

so when it was just you two locking up every evening, you managed to get a hold of her name; then slowly got to call her that in private, you were over the moon!

your little crush on her only grew from here, glancing at her with sneaky admiration, knowing she probably was hyperaware about it... you still continued to do so, i mean- you couldn't believe it when her hand started to guide you in large crowds, or the protective glare she sent to anyone trying something weird on you, god it was everything.

you didn't know what was happening anymore, not when you had your legs spread as you sat on your desk. confined within your cubicle as the blonde slowly thrusted her fingers inside the sloppiness of your hole.

circling your g-spot, rubbing her calloused fingers against your core like it was her mission to do so. your bud continued to ache as you let out adorable little cries of pleasure as he did.

"you like that, sweetheart?" she teased while leaning in closer to you, standing right in front of you, only thing from holding her back from fully grinding her clothed skin against the bare of yours.

god, you didn't know how to react especially when her fingertips felt so cold to the touch; how much more when they pressed against your sensitive little clit? you could only shake in the sheer amount of pleasure.

as much as you might think you looked pathetic- god you were just... glowing in her eyes. her other hand rushed to explore any other exposed skin like an adventurer, loving how sensitive your skin was to her touch, and her touch alone.

"haahn—mmf- m-man... ahn! mandy-" you could barely manage to hold your mewls back, her name had come out your mouth like a hushed prayer to be kept sacred and as clean as a saint.

you whine as your back arches into her digits; "o-oh f—uuck! wait m-man i'm n... noot.. hhng-" you could barely finish your sentence, you clenched hard down onto her hand as you squirted right on them.

"oh my go— i didn't even know you could... wow. shit," she gasped in feign surprise, stretching her fingers a few times before slowly exiting them out your sticky, wet hole. bringing them up to her mouth, and getting a taste.

"fuck, can i eat you out now? please?"

cw: reader is the nurse of the heroes basically!

invisigal, aka courtney, loved loved LOVED to tease the shit out of you. as in literally invisible tickles from behind. and she loves seeing how badly it startles you, watching the way it made you shudder so briefly, it makes her laugh every time.

well, you didn't really know it could've ended up like this, but now you two genuinely playfought, talking over your cup of coffee and her white monster can—giving you the priority, and the privilege... to call her court, a nickname. pretty basic, but she found it... so warm, it ached.

she hadn't realized how much she had distanced herself over time until she literally fainted whilst on the job, gaining a sick concussion; and now she was in your care, again.

"court... you can't keep doing that."

"..."

"court? come on, you can talk to me, what's wrong?"

"...s... sorry."

she mumbled under a hushed breath, turning away from you. the invisigal...? shying away from you? you could only sigh, lifting yourself off your chair, and laying beside her. landing your head gently on her shoulder; slowly wrapping your arms around her.

back then, you couldn't even talk to her without her ridiculing you for your uniform, now? she was red and letting you to cling onto her like a koala until she can look you into your eyes.

well, that's what usually happened.

so what's not the usual? when her head was slowly dipping in between your thighs on the bed she's supposed to be resting on. her cheek rested on your thigh, her palm rubbing the plush of your thigh up and down; simply just keeping your legs spread wide.

you could feel her breath warm on your core, "god, i'm not even... i'm not even touching you, and you're getting wet? so pathetic, name..."

she scoffed, the air hitting you again, making you mewl quietly. giving her a smirk growing on her cheeks, she gazed back up at you, scanning your glossy lips, and panicked-yet-turned-on glance you returned. her jaw tightened at your nervousness, she wanted to just... kiss you up and fuckin' down.

it feels like the office lounge space starts to feel a lot warmer, smaller, and very much moist. the sun that slowly dipped down into the horizon, and the orange hues shone on your body so perfectly.

her thumb spread your folds lightly, gentle rubbing as she spread it wider to take a good look at your pussy.

"fuck, baby, you're beautiful."

before you could process her compliment, she already had her tongue working on your clit. slowly circling it with her mouth as her finger slowly slipped inside your entrance. "sshit— c-court! wha... nnh- r-right there!"

her digit curved up into that oh-so delicious g-spot, rubbing her tongue with depth against your bud, you didn't even know what to concentrate on.

it didn't help the way she had hummed into your cunt like she was tasting a five star buffet, although she'd argue that is exactly what she was tasting. a hand hovered on your thighs, sensing how much you had tensed up, your head thrown back as you shut your eyes in deep ephemerality.

she removed your mouth promptly, a pop echoing across the office as she ran a hand through her hair briefly. "—holy, crap- beautiful, relax, i'm here to please you, not to eat you literally. 'kay? relax, nurse."

as she came back down, she decided to switch; letting her thumb fall in love with the friction that circled around your red, swollen bud, and let her mouth take action at your soppy entrance. her instinct to leave a leg on one of her shoulders made it easier for her to truly delve her tongue into you—fuck this was going to be one long afternoon in the lounge.

sonar, also called victor, shifted the weight to his right leg as he tilted his head, listening to your rants with minor twilight in his eyes; he was hyperaware how stressed you were. nodding along as you sighed, taking off the headset. "vic', are you even listening?!"

well, he probably was, but he didn't know what he was thinking when he had suddenly leaned in for a kiss. so now you knew where he was truly looking;

god, was it bad you fell into the impulse to pull him into a kiss using his tie? because that is exactly what you did,

you two had been friends a while, but you had never enjoyed this as much as you thought you would've, you were already returning the hungry, sloppy making out against each other's lips.

what else? he already has you bent over your own desktop wooden table, your hands planted weakly on the counter as his hands already placed themselves on your hips.

you were already letting small tears fall as beads of sweat mixed and dropped onto the wood too—you didn't realize how fast his bat form could make you come like an angel on his growing length; you loved the way he could ruin you so easily.

"a-ahh, ah-ah—ahhh fuck, baby! y-you feel so fuckin' good..." he had a hold of your hair, a firm grasp while his mushroom tip went in and out of you, clearly hitting every spot that wanted to be.

"l-love you so much, fuck you f—for being so ado-adorable—" he could barely manage words clearly, his hips ramming into yours barely helped him out, worsening his own dazed state even; and god did you love when he started to be so pathetic over how good your entrance clenched so hungrily around him.

his ears spiked up so eerily every thrust, "nnh- v—fuck—vic!" the table creaked under you both whilst literally making you shake in absolute ethereal pleasure; you could barely hold your upper half up before-

you had suddenly been flipped over, and laid onto your back with force. making you look directly at him, picking you up and pinning you against the nearest office wall he could find. "wanna see you come undone, right on my dick, yeah?"

he smirked before his hips had started pistoning as your back was secure against the off-white barrier of the department. you had your hands immediately clinging onto the fur of his back, your nails digging into his back, your scratch marks getting increasingly large the more he kept up;

just best friends doing best friend things <3

cw: reader is the nurse of the heroes basically!

alice, aka prism, was primarily known for her cockiness, her overzealous to her kind of songs, and of course known for the amazing melodies that enchant others to do whatever. but what they didn't know about was the secret song she wrote for the only person she ever admired; her best friend-

the one who worked tirelessly to heal people that weren't her? was it normal to admit she was jealous? hell fucking no, but god was she resentful about it.

"i don't get why you stay late, and come in early. don't you just end up more tired? how do you get your beauty sleep?" her voice was as smooth as silk, buffing her nails while sitting on your small little office desk. sure you got your own benefits for staying here; but come on, this room was way too small!

"alice, you know i don't really care about how i look." you shook your head as you tip-toed to store the bandages in the shelf above the counter you worked on. "you should take care of yourself more, angel. you might start to lose that glow."

you didn't give a response, you knew exactly that it was killing you from inside, but you still continued to work anyway, but alice? she noticed that little hesitance you had as you placed the rest of the medical supplies into the chiffonier.

"sweet, you know i didn't mean it like that... i mean you should take a break soon." getting up from her spot from the desk, and letting her arms and height help you with placing the medicine, but not without the 'accidental' pressing up against the table thing.

her body pressed behind you whilst she placed the rest of the stock inside. when you expected her to leave after that, her arms snaked themselves around your waist. "want me to make it up to you?"

you were laying down on your own couch as her fingers pulled up to your stick entrance, your cheeks darkened at this, "gosh, angel, you're wet like a slut and blushing like a nerd. i love it."

she had hit play on her phone, throwing it somewhere you could hear; ah, this was the song she always played whenever she wanted to cheer you up, lyrics only you'd hear, a melody that was made out from pure love shared between you both. you were crushing on her all over again.

"uhuh? you like that? you like it when i grind my fingertips on your g-spot, slut?" god you loved hearing that velvety laugh, causing you to clench onto her fingers, tears slowly adding up in the edges of your eyes. "mmf- m-mhm, please k-keep g—going ali-alice! fuck!"

her hand only sped up, her own eyes roll back as she pulls her visor up, getting a better, and a very real, good look at you. "fuck, i love you so much name—tell me are you my slut, baby?"

you nodded frantically as you arch into heir hold, "mmf—yes, i'm your s-slut—nnh! fuu... uck.." you couldn't believe how easily you had climaxed on her fingers, juices landing on her hand, and the now dirty carpet.

"Where??" That was definitely Visi's voice.

There's an audible hiss. "Fuck off, this is mine."

Malevola's voice cut through, smoother and already no doubt looking over to take a peak at Sonar's phone. "Can I see?"

Quick footsteps approach the break room door, your man bat peaking through to yell your name. "Hey babe? Can malevola see your nudes?"

You think for a split second, before throwing any and all rational thought away for the prospect of a hot demon mommy admiring your tits. You raise a thumbs up, enthusiastically. "Go ahead!"

He smiles, tossing his phone behind him and bounding over to you to pepper your face in wet kisses. "You," Kiss. "Are." Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Perfect." Kiss, kiss- you guessed it, kiss. You giggle, pointedly ignoring the sighs and muttering about HR violations and pda.

You hear a whistle from the breakroom as the red-skinned demon calls out your name. "Nice tits gorgeous!"

The club thrums like a living creature.

Every surface sweats neon— purple smearing into blues smearing into hot pink streaks across the walls. Bass rattles the bones of the place, drowning out the city outside. It’s the kind of night Victor usually slips into like a second skin, dancing until the lines of his body blur into pure motion and the drugs smooth his mind into bliss.

But tonight, for the first time in forever, he’s aware. Sharply aware.

Because you’re here.

He spots you the moment the rest of the z-team funnels through the entrance— Prism shimmering in something holographic, Malevola dressed like she hexed the dress code, and in between them… you. Their newest trainee dispatcher. Calm, quiet, soft-handed you— who normally spends her hours with a headset on and a strange, steady patience like you’re holding the whole city together with kindness alone.

Now you’re stepping into a club of full heat and noise, and the contrast is so unfairly beautiful it sucker-punches him.

You’re in something simple but pretty— something that brushes your thighs when you walk and catches the light every time you move. Your hair’s a little messy from dancing on the way over. You laugh at something Prism whispers, and Victor feels the sound like an electric filament unspooling itself down his spine.

He leans back against a pillar, drink in hand, trying very hard not to stare.

He fails immediately.

You’re already swaying on the dance floor, letting Prism and Malevola pull you into their orbit. And you’re good— loose in that tipsy, unbothered way that people who don’t dance often tend to be once they give in. You toss your head back during the chorus, hair catching neon ribbons of light, and Victor’s chest tightens.

He tells himself it’s the drugs. That’s usually a safe bet.

But even he knows better.

You do this thing with your hands— gesturing dramatically at Prism, teasing her— and Malevola howls with laughter. You lean into it, cheeks flushed, eyes soft with warmth. You’re always sweet at work, gentle in a way the rest of them aren’t built for. But here, you’re something else. Unbuttoned. Playful. Still soft, yes— but more alive. Like color running outside the lines in the best possible way.

Victor takes a long sip from his drink, settling deeper against the pillar. He should join you. He wants to. His pulse is begging him to. His muscles twitch with the beat like they might drag him forward on their own.

But he hesitates.

Because he’s watching you.

Because you’re too fun to interrupt.

Because his heart is doing something stupid and spark-like that has nothing to do with chemistry and everything to do with your smile.

You turn in a loose spin— half grace, half tipsy enthusiasm— and Prism has to catch your waist. You burst into laughter, clutching her arms for balance. Victor’s hand twitches like he wants to be the one holding you.

He presses the heel of his palm to his eye.

Get it together, man.

Still, he can’t look away.

You dance without restraint. Without fear of looking ridiculous. Without shame. It’s like you trust the room to hold your joy. Like you trust your team to keep you safe. And the softness in that almost hurts.

And when you laugh again— full, warm, unselfconscious— he realizes he’s probably doomed.

And you’re dancing now. Really dancing.

Hands in the air, body rolling to the beat, eyes bright and half-lidded. You joke with Malevola about something, miming a dramatic gasp. You wiggle your eyebrows at Prism. You keep accidentally bumping into people and apologizing with a smile that’s so sincere Victor watches them forgive you on the spot.

You’re the kind of person people make room for.

The kind he wants to protect even if you’re perfectly capable of holding your own.

He’s drifting toward the dance floor before he realizes it.

Not close enough to crowd you— just in orbit. Just to make sure you’re okay. You laugh at something Malevola shouts, throwing your head back, and his knees nearly buckle.

You’re not subtle, he tells himself.

He doesn’t care.

When the song shifts, you breathe out, hands on your chest. “Water. I need water. I’m ninety percent glitter and sweat at this point.”

Prism throws an arm around you. “Then go, little hydration fairy. Bring us liquid salvation.”

You do a little salute, giggling. “Three waters! I’m on it.”

You start toward the bar.

Victor follows at a distance so natural nobody notices.

He’ll dance later.

Right now, he’s looking out for you.

Whether he admits why or not.

The club air tastes like citrus and heat and something faintly sweet— like the remnants of champagne spilled hours ago. The bar counter is a kaleidoscope of reflections. You lean with your elbow on the cool metal surface, catching your breath with a smile you can’t shake.

You’re having a good night.

Like— shockingly good. You don’t usually do clubs. You’re a “quiet dinner with friends” person. A “movie night with hot cocoa” kind of girl. But tonight? Prism and Malevola swept you up like a pair of glittery hurricanes, and you let yourself get carried.

And you’re… proud of yourself.

You danced. You laughed. You let go.

The music still thrums in your bones.

“You okay there?” The bartender asks kindly.

You grin. “I’m perfect. I need water, actually. Three of them, please.”

“Coming right up.”

While he fetches bottles, you swat absentmindedly to the beat. Your hips can’t help it; your body’s still warm and fizzy with movement. You’re already imagining going back to the girls— Prism will cheer, Malevola will pretend she hates water and drink it anyways.

You’re happy. Soft around the edges. Untethered in the nicest way.

Which is why the voice behind you makes you jump.

“You dance pretty good for someone who looks like they’re reading a book in the corner.”

You blink and turn. A man. Older than you by at least a decade. Close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.

You step back politely. “Oh— thanks? I think? Just having fun.”

“Come dance with me.”

You shake your head with a strained smile. “I’m with friends right now.”

He leans closer. Too close. “You can come back to them later.”

“No, really,” you say with that firm softness you’ve perfected. “I’m good.”

He reaches out— two fingers hooking your wrist.

Not hard, but insistent.

Something cold flickers under your ribs.

“I said come here—“

“And she said she’s not interested.”

The voice slips in behind you, smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous.

You don’t have to look to know who it is. The sense of safety that blooms in your chest is instantaneous.

Victor steps between you and the man, posture lazy, smile dreamily calm— the way people smile right before they ruin someone’s whole evening.

“She’s good,” Victor says lightly. “You can go.”

The man scoffs. “Mind your business.”

Victor’s smile widens, slow and soft. Too soft.

“My guy,” he says, “her heart rate just jumped like thirty beats in three seconds. The only time it does that is when she’s scared or when I make her laugh. And trust me— you aren’t funny.”

Your face warms.

Even tipsy, you glare at him for that.

Victor’s eyes flick to you. His smile softens in a completely different way.

Then he turns back to the man, voice a breath colder. “Last chance.”

The man mutters something and disappears.

You sag against the bar, breath leaving your lungs in a rush.

Victor turns to you immediately, brows knitting.

“You okay?” He murmurs. “He didn’t hurt you?”

“No,” you say softly. “He just… grabbed my wrist.”

You lift your hand.

Victor gently takes it, checking the skin like he’s memorizing it.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” you say again. “Just startled me.”

His jaw flexes.

Then— very quietly— “Your heart’s still fast.”

You make a small noise. “Victor…”

He leans closer, lips brushing your temple. “I’m just saying. I can hear everything.”

You hide your face with one hand. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“That’s okay. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

You nearly perish.

He steadies you with a warm hand at the small of your back after paying the bartender, guiding you gently through the crowd like you’re something precious he’s holding onto.

You don’t mind his touch.

You lean into it, actually.

Somewhere between the bar and your friends, you realize your smile hasn’t left once.

Prism cries out: “Hydration goddess returns!”

Malevola steals her bottle instantly.

But Victor doesn’t let go of your waist.

He doesn’t even pretend to.

The next song swells— something slower, sweeter, warm as honey over the speakers. You finish sipping your water, and Victor steps in front of you.

“Dance with me,” he says quietly.

You open your mouth automatically to deflect— but then close it. Because you want to. Because the adrenaline hasn’t faded yet. Because you feel good. Loose. Brave.

So you smile— one of your real ones, brought and soft and a little mischievous.

“Only if you promise not to make fun of my moves.”

Victor nearly stops breathing. “Sweetheart, I’ve been watching you dance all night. I’m trying not to propose.”

Your laugh is light and breathless. “Oh my god, Victor—“

He pulls you closer.

And then closer still.

The beat vibrates through your ribs as you settle your hands behind his neck, burying them into the fur there. You fit against him so naturally it’s almost unfair. His palms drift to your hips, thumbs brushing skin.

“You scared me earlier,” he murmurs into your hair.

You sway with him, voice gentle. “I’m alright now.”

“Yeah,” he hums. “I can hear that too.”

You roll your eyes. “You and the heartbeat thing.”

“What?” He teases. “It’s convenient. Like having a built-in lie detector for flirting.”

“I’m not flirting,” you say.

“Liar.” He leans down. “Your heart just jumped again.”

You groan. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he whispers. “You like me. A lot.”

You lift your head, meeting his eyes. “And if I do?”

He stares at you.

Something shifts in his face— something unguarded, warm, and a little awed.

“Then,” he says softly, “I’m the luckiest idiot in this place.”

Your breath catches.

He doesn’t kiss you.

But he rests his forehead against yours, swaying you gently while lights paint your skin in stripes of blue and pink.

“Do me a favor?” He murmurs.

“What?”

“Don’t wander off alone again. Please.”

You place a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing the fur just under his eye.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I won’t.”

Something in him unspools at that.

You feel it in the way he exhales— long, quiet, relieved. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you close like the promise matters more to him than the air in his lungs.

And for the rest of the song, you dance slow— his heartbeat, your heartbeat, and the club’s heartbeat weaving into something soft and bright and real.

This was never supposed to happen. Not like this anyways. Shroud said it would be an easy job, watching over MechaMan. But when he's tied up so perfectly in front of you, you can't help lick you lips at the sight.

"Y/N... Just let me go..." His soft groaning snaps you out of your thoughts. Robert sat tied to a wooden chair in front of you. His wrist were bruised from pulling against his restraints. "If this is because I let you go, it wasn't personal. I didn't really have a choice... you were at the bottom of the leader boards. We had an examp-"

Your fist connected with his face before he could even finish his sentence. Previously pushed back rage resurfaced. "That's bullshit, and you know it! Fucking Invisibitch was at the bottom! She should have been cut, not me!" You yelled, the sound of your voice echoing off the walls.

Now that you think about it, maybe it was good that he cut you. You finally had an excuse to let those sick and twisted thoughts about Robert out. As you take a step forward, you pull a pistol from your back pocket, using its muzzle to lift Robert's chin. "You know, I always wondered what you'd look like all beaten and tied up for me..."

You slowly drag the gun down the man's jaw, stopping until the tip slightly pulled his bottom lip. "Like you said, 'it's nothing personal', right?" A sick grin lights your face as you see Robert's lips slightly part and the dusted color of pink that lite his cheeks. "Now, be a good boy and open wide..."

"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..."

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.

"you are injured, please realize that, courtney." - "it's invisigal, bitch!"

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,

eyes widening before- "what the hell am i doing."