Dispatch NSFW Fics
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Robert slumps into his chair, headset half-on, the SDN bullpen still humming with the last dregs of the night shift.
He sips into his mug... Blegh.
The coffee tastes like battery acid, but it really is the only thing keeping his eyes open.
Then the comm crackles.
“Hello, Robert.”
Phenomaman’s voice, flat as a gravestone.
“I would like to learn about intercourse from a human person.”
Robert chokes on his coffee. Why is this his life?
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- Part 1 of Dispatch NSFW Fics