#dispatcher

I'M BACK BITCHES

I have a new hyperfix 😭💕🙏🏻

Ilove this ierk. let me stranale and lick him

Alright we've got the first episode for my dispatch au!

Special thanks to @ starfactorz 💜⭐️ and @ Castifer over on tiktok for letting me use their dispatch ocs for some background details

I'm not gonna have a set time for the next episode release so y'all are gonna have to keep an eye out cause I'll post when I want.

IF YOU WANT TO MAYBE SEE YOUR DISPATCH OC IN THIS, YOU CAN STILL SUBMIT BY SENDING ME A PHOTO OF THEM!!

𝝑𝝔 i got oxy 𝒳anny take off your panties . .

𓌔𓌔 ℛobert . ℛobertson III !

cw info𓈒⠀ ✷ !fempov — ⋆ slight age difference ⋆ nsfw ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ fanfic ⋆ heavy smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ oral f ⋆ no actual plot ⋆ dispatch ⋆ talking you through it ⋆ canon x reader ⋆ cocky men ⋆ porn &. plot .ᐟ (＞。☆)

disclaimer &an𓈒 art belongs to blackbbkung on twt !! i lowkey have no idea what to write about this is my last straw guys i cant.... also why r white men in fiction so hot like..??? ALSOO someone said he's a muncher and omfg LIKEE i agree,,.... english isn’t my native language, there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense. .ᐟ

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You’d only meant to drop off the replacement servo he’d asked for — a small favor for the dispatcher who’d quietly saved your life months ago during a botched Phoenix Team op. But somehow, hours later, you were still here. Handing him tools. Watching the way his forearms flexed under rolled up sleeves as he worked. Listening to him mutter dry, self-deprecating jokes about how he’d “burned through a fortune just to end up playing mechanic in a garage that smells like regret.”

He finally set the wrench down, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist. His eyes tired, but sharp landed on you.

“You didn’t have to stay,” he said, voice low. “Most people run when they realize how depressing this actually is.”

You shrugged, leaning against the workbench. “I like depressing. It’s honest.” A small, surprised huff of a laugh escaped him. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him after hours of work. “Careful. Honesty’s dangerous around me.”

The space between you shrank. Then vanished.

His kiss was careful at first testing, like he was afraid he’d break something. But when your hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into worn cotton, the careful shattered. He lifted you onto the workbench in one smooth motion, tools clattering aside. Your legs parted instinctively around his hips as he stepped between them.

“Look at me,” he murmured against your mouth, one hand cupping the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw. “I want to see you. Every second.” You nodded, breathless already.

He peeled your shirt off slowly, reverently, like he was unwrapping something fragile. Calloused fingers traced the curve of your ribs, down your stomach, mapping every inch like he was memorizing it. When he reached your bra, he paused.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “Or too little. I’m listening.”

“It’s perfect,” you whispered.

“Good girl.”

The praise hit like a spark. He unhooked the clasp, slid the straps down your arms, and then his mouth was on you hot, wet, deliberate. Tongue circling one nipple while his fingers rolled the other, gentle pressure building until your back arched off the cold metal.

“Feel that?” he asked, voice rougher now. “How hard you’re breathing? That’s me doing that to you.”

He kissed lower. Stomach. Hipbones. When he tugged your jeans and panties down in one go, he knelt actually knelt between your spread thighs like a man at an altar.

“Spread a little more for me, sweetheart,” he coached softly. “Let me see how wet you are already.”

You obeyed, trembling.

His thumbs parted you gently. “Fuck… look at you. So ready.” He leaned in, breath hot against your core. “I’m gonna take my time. You’re gonna feel every second. Okay?”

The first slow drag of his tongue made your hips jerk. He pinned them down with one strong forearm across your lower stomach.

“Stay still,” he said, almost soothing. “Let me worship you properly.”

He ate you out like he had all night — long, flat strokes, then tight circles on your clit, then sucking gently until you were whimpering. Every time you got close, he eased off, kissing the inside of your thigh.

“R-Robert .. please—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark. “But I want to feel you come around me the first time.”

He shed his shirt, jeans, boxers — revealing the body of someone who’d fought in a mech suit for years. scarred, strong, human. He rolled on a condom from his wallet ( ever the prepared dispatcher ), then stepped back between your legs.

“Look at me,” he repeated, lining himself up. “Eyes on mine when I slide in.” The first inch stretched you deliciously. He went slow so slow watching your face for every flicker. “Deep breath,” he murmured. “Relax for me… that’s it… good girl, taking me so well.”

When he bottomed out, hips flush to yours, he stilled. Forehead pressed to yours. Breathing hard.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “How deep I am? That’s all for you.”

Then he moved long, rolling thrusts that hit every perfect spot. One hand braced beside your head, the other between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his rhythm.

“Touch yourself if you need more,” he said, voice wrecked. “But I’m getting you there. I promise.”

You clung to his shoulders, nails digging in. The workbench creaked under the force. His pace quickened, but the words never stopped.

“Right h..h there..yeah, just like that. You’re so tight around me. So fucking perfect.”

Robert’s voice cracked on the last word, raw and reverent, but then words gave way entirely to the wet, obscene rhythm of their bodies.

He drove in deeper now-slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that dragged the thick ridge of him along every sensitive inch inside you. Each withdrawal left you clenching around nothing, slick and desperate, only for him to sink back in with a heavy, satisfying thud of skin meeting skin. The sound was filthy in the quiet garage ; wet suction &. the soft slap of his pelvis against your spread thighs, the occasional metallic creak of the workbench protesting under the steady force

Your arousal coated him visibly making every thrust even slimier &. shiny, glistening streaks that caught the dim overhead light every time he pulled out almost to the tip. The condom did nothing to hide how swollen and flushed he was inside you, veins standing out starkly beneath the latex as he stretched you open again and again. A thin string of your wetness connected you to him for a heartbeat each time he withdrew, snapping when he thrust forward, smearing more of your slick across the dark hair at his base.

His abs flexed hard with every roll, the scarred muscles of his stomach tightening as he angled his hips just right grinding the root of his cock against your clit on every deep plunge. Your folds were swollen, puffy and dark pink from the relentless friction, clinging to him like they never wanted to let go. Each time he bottomed out, the blunt head kissed your cervix with just enough pressure to make your toes curl and your breath hitch into a broken whimper.

One of his hands slid down from your hip to grip the underside of your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist. The new angle opened you even more let him sink impossibly deeper until the coarse hair at his groin was grinding directly against your oversensitive clit with every thrust.

"Mhm yeah.. you like that." he murmured nuzzling against your neck lost in pleasure but clearly not planning on slowing down

Robert’s breathing had turned ragged, chest heaving, sweat sliding in slow rivulets down the center of his torso to disappear where your bodies joined. His cock throbbed noticeably inside you thick pulses that you could feel dragging along your walls every time he stilled for a heartbeat, letting you feel the full, hot weight of him buried to the hilt.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails that made him hiss through his teeth and fuck you harder short, sharp snaps of his hips that jolted your whole body up the bench. The head of him battered that perfect spot inside you over and over until your thighs began to shake uncontrollably, muscles jumping, heels digging into the small of his back like you were trying to pull him even deeper.

Your orgasm was already building again, coiling tighter, thighs trembling so hard they threatened to close around him. He felt it the way your walls fluttered and squeezed, trying to milk him and answered with a low, guttural groan that vibrated through both of you.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

He just kept fucking you through the crest long, punishing strokes that dragged every last shudder out of you until you were crying out against his shoulder, nails biting into muscle, thighs locked around his waist as you pulsed and gushed around him.

Only then did he let himself go hips stuttering, burying himself as deep as humanly possible while he came with a broken moan, cock jerking hard inside you, filling the condom in thick, hot pulses you could feel throbbing against your walls.

He stayed there, locked tight against you, breathing hard into the crook of your neck, both of you trembling in the aftermath.

He didn’t pull out right away. Just held you, breathing against your neck, arms wrapped around you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Stay,” he said quietly, after a long moment. “Just… stay tonight.”

You nodded, fingers carding through his damp hair.

For once, the weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter.

Snowflake, aka Lilian Seol!

Wife wanted a Dispatch oc, I wanted a dispatcher for my oc team, soooo here she is!

Feat. Moodboard I made of her before we went into the sketch and draft process or her + my wifes art (lea.cosplay on insta) of her hero getup that I used for the reference