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[harmonyofthesea]

various dispatch chars x reader (robert, herman, invisagal, malevola, sonar, blazer, phenomaman) as texts/quotes! warning: suggestive in some, implied relationship to reader in most

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Good boys…

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“Working hard or Hardly working?” (PT2)

Robert x Mentor!Reader.

Part 1 | part 2

Words: 2.5k

Summary: you decide to test out your theory to see if he does get off to getting called a good boy. Plus reader is GN so all to enjoy!

The summary of the smut part: Sub!Robert x gentle dom!You. The famous reach around, praise kink, Slight BDSM(?) Might have to call it fifty shades of blue after this… and also after care. You’re also wearing a tie cuz… plot.

Warnings: MDNI!!! Look away!!! There’s smut over ere’ 

AN’s: This was…really tuff to write( I was literally racking at my brains how to make it work.) , BUT ITS FINALLY HERE!!! I’ve also decided he’ll be a little bad boy (brat.) this is for everyone who wanted part 2!!!

Oh yeah, if something doesn’t make sense pls comment. I refuse to remember part 1 cuz It sucked. OH YEAH I DREW ART FOR ROBERTO ILL POST IT SOON.

The silence that came after was almost deafening when the words left his mouth. No one spoke. No one moved. He became painfully aware of his own breathing too as his fingers curled tighter at his side.

“That was a completely inappropriate thing to say.” The way he shrank back into his chair almost made you feel bad. But it was the truth wasn’t it? However…

“But… I’ll indulge you. Just this once.” The corners of your lips are lifting again. A pink hue spreads across his cheeks when he registers your words. You could see him opening his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“Think of it as a welcome gift. Don’t tell the other dispatchers. After all…I didn’t give them this type of gift when they came. They might get jealous.”

“Yeah— of course. That's common practice… I mean, I think. Common stuff.” He stumbles over his words, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Follow me and don’t be too obvious.” You finally step away, looking back once to check if he was following. When you turn your head away, you hear him scrambling, and a thud which you assume is him dropping something. Talk about subtle.

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As you reach the office door you turn back again. Ah, of course he followed. He’s really like a puppy—a desperate one.

You open your office door, allowing him to enter first. You’re not surprised that he doesn’t meet your gaze when he walks in. “Welcome to my office.” You gesture around the place with open palms, he walks around, examining the place slowly.

“Wow, it’s just like…”

“Blonde Blazers? What can I say? She has quite an influence on me.” You close the door behind both of you. You could almost laugh at how tense he got from just hearing the click of the door lock. He didn't face you but you could tell he was anxious.

“Would you prefer I leave the door unlocked? If that’ll help your unease.” You tease.

“Oh no. I cannot handle more stress if someone comes inside.” He lets out an amused huff, a little too quick to sound natural.

“Good choice… let’s get started then?” You clasp your hands together, leaning close to him until you're just inches away from…

“How exactly should we uh— start?” His eyes flicker a second at your lips then back your gaze. It’ll be nice to start with a kiss but you have something special planned.

“Well… good boys don’t get praised for nothing. They earn their praises. So what do you say, 

Robert?” You slide a hand under his chin, curling your fingers so you can stroke him, gently. Like an owner petting its dog, but it still manages to send shivers down his spine.

“Yes. Yeah. Uh. How do—Howshouldidothat?” He straightens up, leaning towards your touch.

“Close your eyes for me.” He’s a little surprised by your request, even more so when he notices you loosening your tie. He can’t look away. What are you gonna do to him? Oh my god, are you gonna bless us with your naked body? Choke him with the tie? A thousand theories go through his head even if he tries not to overthink…

“Is something wrong?” You slow down to a halt. His eyes lingered on your fingers that were still removing your tie. Then he snaps his gaze back to yours.

“Uh- no. Sorry, I just zoned out for a second— What did you say again…?” Then he remembers after a pause. “Ah right.” He closes his eyes. What came after was the sounds of fabric being rustled in front of him.

“Don’t tell me this is a cruel prank where everyone is standing right in front of me and I have my pants down?” He jokes but the slight tremble in his voice gives his nervousness away. But he lets out a sigh of relief when he hears your laughter.

“Quite the comedian, aren’t you? Tell me…” You leaned in close, even if he couldn’t see you he could feel you “…Does that mouth do more than just joke?” 

“Not trying to brag, but 4 out of 5 people would say I give good head.” He quickly adds “Uh— if that’s what you want.” He relaxes when he hears your chuckle again, then he tenses again as he feels a piece of fabric being gently dragged against his eyes.

“Not too tight mmh?” You adjusted the fabric to be firmly held in one place.

“Yeah… It’s fine.” 

You step away from his side, to sit in your office chair. “Come here. Hands behind your back, hun.”

He starts walking to the sound of your soothing voice, he takes hesitant steps to where he thinks you were but he stops when he hears your voice again.

“Oh Robert, you’re not even facing me.” You giggle playfully. 

“Uh. What? Mmh… But I swear—” as soon as he turned around, you wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him back until he falls back and onto your lap.

“Haha. Just playing with you, you were heading the right way.” You didn’t miss the high-pitched yelp he just let out when he landed on your lap. But you decide not to mention it.

“A-alright, you got me there.” He lets out an awkward laugh. His body is barely leaning against yours, like he’s afraid to touch you. You could also feel him squirming in your lap so you grab him by the shoulders firmly, halting his movements. 

“It’s never too late to back out now.” It’ll be a shame to stop now. But considering his state? He might need the offer.

“Well… I cannot go back to work like this.” He mumbled.

“Oh really? That’s not very convincing since you’re literally trembling like a wet puppy.” 

“Other than that I mean… I cannot be seen in this state.” You peer down over his shoulder to see the obvious tent in his pants.

“Ah, I see.” His breath hitches when your hands trail down from his waist to his lower abdomen. “I think you need bigger pants.” 

“Please stop teasing me.” He pleads, begging to be touched.

“Alright, I’ll play nice.” Your hand moves down, his belt getting taken off with careful precision. The room is filled with the sounds of the clinking and leather being brushed against your fingers.

The buckle hits the floor with a dull thud, your arm wrapped around his waist as your fingers work the button free with ease, the rasp of his zipper coming fills the quiet room. You could tell he’s trying to control his shaky breaths but you pick them up anyway.

“It’s adorable how you’re trying to be quiet.” You tease. 

“Well, you won’t believe it…But I feel embarrassed.” He says breathlessly, fighting the urge to become a moaning pathetic mess.

“You’re already on my lap so be as shameless as you want.” Your fingers brush against his clothed member, barely giving him the attention he needs. 

“I…” he trails off. 

“I'm asking you, good boys listen don’t they?” 

“That’ll be a little hard… since I’m not entirely good.” He lets out a breathless chuckle. Ah, he’s quite bad after all. But no big deal.

“Is that an invitation for me to try harder?” his breath hitches as your fingers finally slide under the waistband of his pants. You trace the hard outline of his cock strained against the thin fabric with featherlight touches, his twitches forward from the pressure. 

You peel back his boxers with your thumb, allowing cold air to hit his sensitive tip. You admire the view, the head flushed dark pink and glistening with pre-cum.

“Oh god.” His voice is trembling slightly as you drag your thumb over the slick head, smearing the wetness down his length. He gasps as he jerks his hips into your addictive touch. 

“You look so pretty like this.” You lean in to press a kiss against his neck. Then he twitches in your lap when you bite him, leaving a red mark. 

“O—okay. That’s playing dirty. You’re gonna destroy me if you keep doing that.” 

“Doing what?” You ask innocently. Luckily he couldn’t see your smile, because it was a mean one.

“Don’t act clueless—” he cuts himself with a surprised moan when you pump his cock with a firm grasp, the way his nails dig at the arms of the office chair tells you everything.

“See? So you can listen. If you hold it in, how else would I know your moans would be this cute?” He whined in response. A whine you couldn’t help but tease him more.

His hips buck up, trying to fuck into your fist, just begging for release. However, you only grin harder at his desperation, teasing him by moving down your hand to squeeze the base of his shaft, denying him more friction. You shift your thigh so you can pry his legs fully opened, so you can get a better view.

His cock twitches in your hand, lubricating your fingers with more of his pre-cum. You unconsciously lick your lips, watching from the corner of your eye as his expression crumbles more and more.

"You're so desperate.” This time you don’t hide the amusement in your voice. His entire body jerks when you finally tighten your grip again, thumb swiping again over the slick head. The office chair creaks under both of your shifting weights. His thighs tremble against you, like he wanted to shut them close from the unbearable pleasure.

"Wait— Please. Fuck. M’ so close…” He chokes out, his voice ragged and raw from use. From how whiny he was getting, you decided to have mercy on him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, the bestest boy.” you pur against his ear, teeth grazing the shell.

As you predicted he arches his back away from you, followed by waves of his now shameless whimpers and moans as thick white ropes of his cums cover your fingers. You let him ride out of orgasm by milking him for all he’s got.

“I guess you really do get off to being called that.” You hum in delight at the gorgeous view of him coating your hand and the slight tremble in his legs. He doesn’t respond, only letting out breathy sighs. You're not even sure if he heard you. 

“Look at the mess.” You hum as you easily untie the knot of the makeshift blindfold that was now soaked with his tears, allowing him to finally see what he did on your hand. He whimpers, watching through half-lidded eyes as you press a finger against his sensitive slit. 

“M’ it’s sensitive.” He softly mewls as he nuzzles against you, but he doesn’t make an effort to stop you.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll clean you up.” You use your free hand to turn his face towards you, He is just so beautiful like this. The sweating made his hair stick to his forehead, his glistening skin shining under the dim light and his cheeks spotting a soft pink hue.

He looks fucked out, and you didn’t even fuck him which… was laughable. You were gonna finish there but you couldn’t resist the invitation of his lips that were swollen and wet from his saliva.

He lets out a small gasp when you lean to kiss him, gently, then deepens it with your tongue tangled with his. You feel the feather-like touches of his fingertips against your shoulder but before he could finally touch you, you pull away, abruptly. He lets out a soft whine of loss of your mouth on his, but he doesn’t complain, just waiting for your next move.

But you don’t. Now he’s a little confused as he watches you clean him up, making him realise how shameless he was just a minute ago and the huge mess he made. He groans internally from embarrassment.

“I don't get to return the favour…?” It came out of his mouth almost involuntarily, but he needed to know. You admire his dishevelled form, ruining him more sound greats but…

“Your second shift starts soon. If you could last all the way I might take up the offer that you mentioned earlier.” 

“Really?” He turns around to look at you with wide earnest eyes. Which you reply with a “Mhm.” 

“I thought you told me you’ll ‘indulge’ me just this once.” You did say that…

“Maybe I changed my mind, afterall it’ll be a shame to not take up my good boy’s offer.” You say, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“Okay… good. Great.” He lets out a contented sigh. Getting on his knees for you was the first thing he wanted to do when you two got inside your office… but this was great too.

“You know… I’ve always been saying it, I never knew how good it feels to hear it.” he finally relaxes into your body, putting his whole weight against you. He then lets out a hum of delight when your hand moves from fixing…to playing with his hair.

“Oh? And on what occasion have you been saying it?” You say not hiding the teasing glint in your tone.

“Not like that…” he snorts before continuing “I have a dog.”

“Really?” You feel your interest pique, temporarily halting your movements.

“And speaking of which… I might bring him tomorrow.” He mumbles, a little uncertain.

“You'd better. It’s a promise.” 

“But I didn't promise—“ you cut him off.

“It’s a promise to me. Okay?” He nods his head in agreement. You grin with pleasure, imagining tomorrow’s events.

“Can you do that…  more of that?” He gestures to his hair, hesitantly. “You know…”

“This?” Your fingers return to his hair to comb it through gently but firm enough to keep him grounded. To keep him right here with you.

“God, I’m gonna get addicted…” he sighs.

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It was an ordinary second day at his job… expect, he bought a special guest… Beef! For two reasons; he didn’t want to leave him at home all alone and you made him promise.

He walked into SDN earlier than he should, so barely anyone was here. He didn’t see you yet as he passed many desks, but he was trying hard to hide his excitement even if his smile betrayed him. He finally makes it to his desk, setting down Beef then he moves to sit in the office chair.

He wonders when you’ll show again. As he fidgets with the mouse then… he feels a presence behind him.

“Aw, who’s the goodest boy? Yes, you are…”

Robert perks up at the sound of your voice. He turns to you, then immediately frowns when he sees you holding Beef in your arms, rubbing his stomach with the same hands that… nevermind.

He turns back to the computer, quickly. He pretends to be busy, hiding a pout behind his hand and acting all ‘nonchalant.’ He definitely did not care that you weren’t referring to him or anything—

“You’re a good boy too, Robert.” He groans that he got caught anyway… but behind his hand he’s grinning like an idiot.

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loving the sonar fics!!!! that’s my little love bug… erm, bat, i mean. anyway they’re so super cute and i’m excited for more parts!!

ThankUUU!!!! after I finish my many request debts I will definitely start writing more parts for the silly bat boy adventures series!!!!!!!$&

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“Prove it, kiss me.”

Boyfriend!Sonar x you

Words: 2.3k

Summary: he’s feeling insecure about how you feel about him. So the trope is an established relationship. And ummmm (Porn with plot.)

Also… reader is AFAB, it’s also meant to be gender neutral so if there’s any mistakes pls mention it!

Warnings: There is smut. Plot with HEAVY smut(?) so look away children!!! (MDNI) 

(I have been experimenting with smut, and writing this so a lot of other fics are being delayed but I swear I promise I will return to my sub Roberto and Ragebait Batboner fics they’re still being written soon pls don’t gib up on me😭)

anyways here is the fic…

You were a new member of the Z-team, and already a certain hybrid has been pestering you for a ‘just a friendly hangout at the nice diner downtown.’ Or ‘a private talk in the closet.’ You refused so many times that it became a running joke in the team.

But unfortunately, you soon succumbed to the charms of the silly but lovable Batboy and you said yes to one of his dates.

Guess who jumped and squealed like a fangirl when you two became official?

Anyway, after a few months of dating, you noticed Sonar has been acting a bit weird toward you. He has subtly asked to meet your friends. 

But the most questions he’s asked were to tell the Z-team. That’s right. You made your relationship private. You let him tell Malevola (obviously) but he was still devastated!

You thought he was exaggerating when he was literally on his knees, begging you to let him brag about it at work. But not anymore when you let him sleep over at your place one night…

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You wake to the weight of something pressing on your stomach. For a moment, alarm spikes through you… until you open your eyes and see your boyfriend perched on top of you. Confusion flickers across your face.

“Babe, you didn’t…you know, date me because… You felt like you had to?”  The urgency in his voice was so obvious that he was almost pleading for your answer.

“No Sonar. I said yes because I wanted to.” You murmur sleepily. You thought that was the end of it… so you just rested your eyes again.

“Okay. Good, Good.” He hums in satisfaction, his eyes never leaving you. After a pause, you suddenly feel firm hands on your shoulders.

“You love me right?” This time he shakes you lightly to wake you again, making you look up at him again.

“Yes. I do.” 

“Even if I were a worm?” 

“Ugh, this again? Yes. Yes, I’ll love you even if you were a worm.” You pinch your nose bridge out of annoyance.

“What about—“

“Yes, I'd love you if I were a worm and I won’t look at any other people— I mean other worms.” You then let out a tired sigh. “Sonar, can you let me sleep now?”

“Prove it, kiss me.” He leans in until your faces are inches apart. However, you place a hand on his snout, pushing him back slightly.

“Every time I kiss you, you get a boner. No way.” He lets out a sad whine that totally didn’t tug at your heartstrings.

“Cmon, please? I promise I won’t.” With a defeated sigh, you pull him closer to you by the shoulder. When you’re close enough you place a kiss on his lips.

“Happy?” You pull away from him abruptly, leaving him wanting more. Even if he sometimes annoys you, you can’t stay mad at that adorable face… until you feel something hard pressed against your thigh.

“You are such a liar.” You groan. He doesn’t even attempt to hide it. In fact, he presses harder against you. However… you don’t push him away, just sending him a glare with no real heat behind it.

“Hey! I didn’t lie per se— I was hard from the beginning.” You squint at him.

“What? I was looking at your chest before, sue me.” You’re not even surprised at his response.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go back to sleep.” You close your eyes again, as you try to ignore the heat against your inner thigh… and your lower abdomen.

“Noooo, you can’t leave me hanging! Cmon. Make up for all the times you refuse my kisses.”

“Ugh, alright.” You grumble. “Make it quick so I can go back to sleep…” You could see he was about to dive in between your legs head first— but you pull back on his fur so you can make him face you again. This time you don’t feel bad at the whine he let out.

“Don’t even think about it. I said make it quick didn’t I? I know my bat facts.” 

“Boo… You caught me.” He climbs back up, to kiss you. You could feel him licking your lips, so you deepen the kiss by allowing his tongue to slide inside yours. The sounds of his soft moans from the back of his throat sent more heat to your core.

The desperation at how quickly he slides his hand down your pyjama bottoms and into your underwear was laughable if you weren’t just as horny. Suddenly— the pressure of his thumb on your clit makes you involuntarily moan into his mouth.

You’re almost embarrassed that he easily slides a finger inside your already wet cunt, but not really because he was so hard without being touched. 

“For someone who sounds begrudgingly, you’re pretty soaked.” You’re about to reply but you let out a whimper of loss as his fingers slip out of you, strands of your arousal still attached to his digits.

“You’re such a freak.” You squirm as you watch him lick his fingers clean. 

“And you love it.” 

“You’re not wrong.” A breathless chuckle slips past your lips. Sensing his impatience in his expressions, your fingers reach out, hooking onto the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. His cock slaps against his stomach, glistening with precum.

“What? Impressed?” He smirks.

“I didn’t even touch you that much.” You chuckle at his response. 

“It’s the side effect when I’m with you.” How charming. You pull him closer so you can guide his hard length against your entrance. Your heart’s pounding as you brace yourself for what’s next.

“Oh, fuck.” His cock pushes against your folds then glides inside you inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. Your fingers dug into the sheets as you held back a scream. His pubes rub against your clit, making you clench around him tightly. Before you could catch your breath you felt him thrust in and out of your sopping pussy again.

The involuntary choked moan is plunged out of you when you feel his tip kiss your cervix after a particularly hard thrust. You’re about to lose your mind but when you heard the growls from above made you realise… Something’s off. 

“Vic—” without a warning, he flips you over and makes you lie on your stomach. You’re about to complain but you become speechless when you watch his hands turn into claws at the sides of your head. What’s going on!?

He leaned down to bury his face in your shoulder and he stopped moving his hips. He was still buried deep inside you. You fight to hold back the moans from the delicious stretch of your walls.

“I just keep thinking if I’m even good enough for you.” The dejected tone in his mumble snaps you out of your horny haze. 

“Victor… that is such bullshit, you totally are— in fact, you’re the goddamn best, not just for me. ” You utter breathlessly.

“But… you don’t kiss me in public.” His ears droop down like a sad puppy being refused treats. Is this what it was about? You would’ve laughed if you had the energy too.

“B—ugh because! I don’t like PDA …and I don’t want anyone to see your cute face after I kiss you.”  You grin unconditionally at your own embarrassing admission. 

“Really?” His ears perk up again.

“Yeah, just this stupid, goofy adorable smile that I love so much. My eyes only.” 

“That is so cheesy. But… I like it.” You could feel his smile on your shoulder. If he wasn’t technically pinning you down you’d be patting him on the back.

“Do you want to call it a night?” You grunt as you try to pull yourself up. Is it concerning that you couldn’t feel much in your legs?

“No way! I might have a sad moment but I’m still horny and you haven't gotten off yet.”

“Of course you are… fine, go ahead—” you cut yourself with a yelp as he thrusts inside you, again. You reach a hand around to wrap it around his wrist. Your nails dig against his skin, leaving red marks you will show tomorrow.

You couldn’t help but notice his cock was so much thicker and heavier than before. The thought makes you involuntarily clench around him again, the bed loudly creaks beneath your weight as he fucks into you the mattress.  

“God. You’re so tight. I need to fuck you more often like this.” He moans next to your ears. 

You can feel him everywhere, the sounds of his shameless moans in your ear, how his throbbing member fits so well inside you and his hot breath against your back, sending shivers down your spine— it was overwhelming, you feel yourself getting close.

He bites down on your shoulder, it was way harder than he usually does… but you’d be lying if that didn’t make you wetter than you already were.

“You’re getting off to that and you call me the pervert.” Annoyed as you are, you gotta admit he was right.

“Shut. Up.” You grit. You try to act tough but you hoped he didn’t notice that you could barely keep your eyes from rolling back, let alone keep them open.

With a devious grin, he slid a hand down again, his fingers finding your clit just to pinch it. 

And with that pushed over the edge— You couldn’t hold back the series of moans and whines that’s being unleashed as you cum all over his fingers and his cock. 

“Your moans are so cute. Mmh— m’ not gonna last.” His grip tightens, pulling you back onto him by the hip as he spills inside you with a groan. The inviting heat of his cum fills your insides, having you bite the sheets to muffle your moans.

He then collapses on top of you, His breath is heavy against your neck then he lets out a hum of contentment. While you’re absolutely too wrecked to even think. The two of you silently bask in the after sex glow before Sonar speaks up.

“One thing I know for sure is that you love having sex with me.” You let out a breathless scoff at that.

“I don't… hah. I don’t just love having sex with you, dummy.” You say in between breaths as you lazily look over your shoulder to witness his now unkempt fur and his glistening body.

“Will you ever tell the world about us?” He asks with anticipation. So he’s still thinking about that?

“Unfortunately, I don't have a sonic scream like you so I don’t think I can.” He lets out a chuckle at your words.

“But if… The Z-team asks about us and I'll tell them.” You add.

“You will!?” He turns you around to face him fully. You hold back a chuckle at his cute flabbergasted face.

“Of course. It must mean a lot to you if you’re sad about it. Plus, it’s no big deal except for them being total teasing assholes for a few weeks.” 

“But hey it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to— Mmgh!” The wind is knocked out of you when he wraps his arms tightly around you.

And he squeals again, with the same enthusiasm when you guys became official. However, the wholesome moment was ruined when he opened his mouth… 

“So, round 2?” He says with that goofy smile again that you can’t help but love.

“I can literally see the sun rising outside.” The sun peeks across the landscape, shining through the narrow gaps in your curtains and spilling into your room. You'll definitely be tired as hell when you get to work. But… It was worth it.

“So… no?” He tilts his head in confusion. You groan as you throw a pillow at his face. 

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As expected you were exhausted the next day— well… technically today. You walk into the break room, and the Z-team’s already here except for a certain bat. This is why you don’t take up Victor’s offers to fly you to work, he always gets distracted on the way.

“Damn, you look like shit.” Flambae comments as you walk past him. You would’ve said something back but you can’t. You're too tired to even look at him. 

The room was filled with its normal chatter then it turned into gasps and horrid noises when you turn your back towards them. 

“Oh my god, that bite is GNARLY.” Prism stumbles back while Flambae takes a closer look, making you unconsciously reach for your neck. 

“Who the fuck did you sleep with last night? Don’t tell me... Was it Bigfoot—”

Before she could finish, Prism was cut off by the swing of the door, catching everyone’s attention. 

“Annnnd… your answer walks through the door.” You heard the teasing tone in Mal’s voice as she gave Sonar a knowing smirk.

Sonar walks inside, looking all cheerful and smug. He greets Mal then stands by you. You could literally see the wheels turning in Prism’s head then realisation.

“You two fucking!?” Prism gasps. Everyone looks at you expectantly, just waiting for your answer.

“No…” Are you gonna say it? 

“We’re… dating.” You peek over at Sonar, and you can see his ears perk up and he looks ecstatic. Worth it.

“See? I told you all!” His chest puffs out with pride.

The room went silent for a moment then it erupted in cheers and…groans? You’re confused for a moment then you see half of them fishing something out of their pockets.

“I knew it! Cough up. all of you.” Prism beckons, turning to the Z-team.

“You guys bet on us…?” You frown at her. You don’t even bother getting angry, this was typical of them anyway.

“Yup, is it a shitty thing to do? Yeah. But am I a hundred dollars richer? hell yeah!” Prism laughs.

“How is that…possible? I don’t believe it.” Coupe mutters, looking between you two with scepticism.

“What she said. I wanna see proof!” Flambae points between you and Sonar, his wallet on the other hand.

Sonar turns to you with the most hopeful smile, he even has his hands clasped together. You let out a tired sigh but you give in. You pull Sonar down by the tie to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, earning even louder cheers (and groans.)

(this is also the first smut i technically have written so if it’s a bit ??? It might becuz of dat ty for reading!!!)

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Dude, the way you write for Robert has got me down bad (ФωФ) pleaseeeeeeeee make a part 2 ill live you my life /j

DW I HEAR U i did promise aprt2 as well i think I WILL WRITE IT SOON!! Trust

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This is totally flirting. (PT 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3!!!

Summary: Half of the Z-team also have to suffer with Malevola. While your team is making you suffer. Sooo basically, Everyone’s reactions to the date/fight that’s gonna MIGHT happen afterwork.

There’s a lot of characters in here and so there might be a bit of OOCs? But dw they’re all still assholes so… 

Ik I promised u will beat his ass in this part 3 BUT I couldn’t write what happened after work yet so I guess there will be part 4…!!!  :,3

Warnings: ITS A lil confusing. Obvi swearing if that counts? ermmm what else nothing major I think.

ANYWAYS HERE IT IS

A crimson portal materialises out of nowhere in front of the Z-team’s breakroom door, then Malevola runs out, looking frantic as hell. 

“Sonar! Ugh, he should have been here.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration. She’s been portaling her way all around SDN. She even opened a portal to the men’s bathroom. Let’s just say… the men were not pleased with the sudden intrusion.

She looks around only to see Prism, Flambae, Punch Up and Visi. Longuing around without a care in the world

“Ugh, what did he do this time?” Prism glances up from her phone, unbothered by the demon’s sudden arrival.

“He was here like 5 minutes ago, you just missed him.” Visi gestures to the door. Where he just left.

“And acting like a complete weirdo, being all… cryptic and shit. What’s wrong with him?” Punch up adds with a puzzled look on his face.

They all looked at her expectantly, she knew that she shouldn’t tell them… but she could only hope they’ll help her after this.

“After work, Sonar is gonna meet up…” When she says your name, everyone looks taken back.

“What!? He finally has a date with that hard-to-get bitch?” Prism perks up. “I knew something was up when I saw he sprayed cologne… into his mouth.”

“Wow, I never thought Batboner was ever gonna get some,” Flambae adds, making Prism let out a bark of laughter.

“Go Sonar!” Punch up cheers with his fists up, while Visi just nods with approval.

“No. not ‘go’ Sonar— Just look at this, all of you.” They all crowd around her when she turns her phone to all of them, showing the recent chats between her and Sonar.

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Vic

Mal u won’t believe dis

But they just asked me out AFTERWORK of TODAY

Mal

(What? No way how exactly did they do it ???

Vic

They said u n me, outside after work or smthing along the lines of that

So basically

A DATE 

Mal 

Oh

Vic 

That’s right u owe me 20 bucks for doubting me

brb I need to look good for later I always do but just I want b a lil extra 

I’ll tel u everything later !!!

Mal

WAIT VIC there’s somethin i wanna tell u before u go

Vic?

SONAR.

reply dumbass it’s urgent

SONAAAAAR!!!!!

── .✦

“Is his profile pic seriously that Vanderstank guy? Obsessed much.” Flambae mumbles. Then he adds “And I see the problem, guy’s in his own goddamn fairytale.”

“Right? Who the hell says ‘you, me outside after work’ and means it as a date? I mean, I might be reading this wrong since Sonar is a terrible texter… so this is why I need to find him asap.” Mal pinches her nose bridge in annoyance. If Sonar wasn’t her ride or die she would’ve just dropped him already.

“So you think they’re asking for a fight?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely, he’s gonna get his ass beat.” Flambae replied without hesitation, earning a nod from everyone else.

“Why did he think he was able to pull… let alone a hottie like them?” Prism takes a sneaky pic of Mal's screen. Totally not gonna post it on her account later on as content.

“Because he’s pathetic and delusional.” Invisigal physically cringes after reading the messages.

“Thought that was yer type.” Punch-up eyes her with a raise of his eyebrow.

“I like desperate, not far beyond saving and Sonar is off the charts.”

“Why don’t you just tell him straight up they wanted to destroy his guts… in a bad way.” Visi turns to Mal.

“Obviously I can’t. He'll be crushed…and then he’ll go into that phase where he doesn't get out of bed and watch sad Bart edits all day.” Yes, he has done that. Why? No one knows.

“Then what exactly are you gonna do if you can’t tell him, lass?”

“Well…”

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“I swear I’m gonna turn you into a pair of boots— no that only works for snakes… I’m gonna turn you into uh… a handbag? Ugh.” Maybe you should just punch him in the face without the whole monologue.

You lean back against your chair. Resting during your second shift is truly the worst because right now, since you need a distraction from your inner turmoil.

You break out your thoughts when the door swings open to reveal— your dispatcher (thankfully). You greet him with a nod of acknowledgement like you always do. But you can’t help but question…why wasn’t he at his desk? But here, in the Team-Alpha’s break room.

“What are you doing here? Is it not busy right now?” You ask, watching him pour instant coffee into his cup.

“After you royally fucked up the mission in the first shift. We haven’t been getting any serious ones.” He said without as much heat as you’d thought.

“Sorry about that… I’ve just been distracted all day.” You mumble, feeling a little guilty. He nods at your apology without facing you.

The room falls into a silence again except for the sounds of jars opening, closing and the hum of the AC.

“I heard you’re going on a date later with bat boy, so I’ll let you off the hook. I don’t wanna be eaten when you complain about me to him.”

“Yeah, a date with my fist and his face that I'm gonna beat—“ wait a minute…

“Wait. Date…? What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Well, I heard him screaming about “it’s a date!” after you, a little while back.” What!? Did he pull this shit? So not only is he pissing you off he’s embarrassing you!?

You smack your palm against your forehead, then quickly open your mouth to explain yourself but nothing comes out. You really are just speechless.

“So, your fist and his face? Like a kink thing? Is he like… into pain or somethin'?” Your dispatcher gives you a quizzical look.

“Uh, No. I meant that I’m gonna hit—“ the door bursts open. The most troublesome member of your team strides in, she starts grinning like a little devil when her gaze lands on you.

“I heard the good news, babes! And you’re in luck. I’m here to help you get ready for your little date.” Uh, what the fuck?

“How is that ‘good’ news to you? From what I remembered you said you hated everyone from the Z-team.” 

“Obviously I do. But… we all know you ain’t getting any dates at all. So this is a special moment!” Uh, rude. But true so you don’t say about it but…

“Don’t goddamn lie, you just wanna find more excuses to make fun of me.” You glare at her, unconsciously tapping your fingers on the table.

“That too. But seriously, I’m happy for you even if it’s the gross crypto bro.” Her comment makes you roll your eyes. You wonder if you have issues? Because everyone is pissing you off today.

“Okay! Less talkie and more glamming. But first!” She claps her hands together, stepping closer to you so she can judge you up and down through squinted eyes.

“Oh my, we’ve got lots of work to do. You seriously cannot look like that on a first date. So we’re gonna change your… everything.” She rummages through her bag.

“Have you forgotten we're at work and still on the clock? Besides, if you just listen to me you’ll know that I’m not actually going on a—”

“Ah. Ah.” She cuts you off, shoving her hand-held mirror in your face. You stare back at your reflection. You looked… fine? But of course not according to your ‘super sweet’ coworker. 

“See those eyebags? We’re gonna have to gonna have to touch up—”

“No.” You smack the mirror away from you. 

“No ‘touch up’! Because there’s no date in the first place! If you just let me talk you’d know we’re actually gonna F—”

“Fuck! Who took all the non-dairy creamers again!? You all know I’m lactose intolerant!”Your dispatcher was hovering over the counter, searching violently through the almost empty basket with the label “condiments” on it.

“And I literally stocked up yes—ter—day. When I find out who… I’m gonna beat their ass!” 

You guess you'll be doing your dispatcher a favour later…

[callmecandies]

This is totally flirting. (PT 2)

Dis is PART 2 WAWAWAAA

Sonar x ex-villian!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: The trope is “thinks they’re flirting” x “thinks they’re fighting.” So ragebaiting into your heart. So romantical

Is some sort of progress? Sure. But is it also getting worse? Definitely. Mal thought it couldn’t get worse than before but it actually does. She’s so done with Sonar’s ahh after this.

In fact! you might kill him in Part 3. 

Warnings: Swearing and a lil Ooc? Ragebait defo

You had a terrible shift today. After all that pointless banter yesterday, you could not get sonar out of your head since then— and not in the “I have a crush on him” way. It was more like a… “I want to strangle him with a coat hanger.” kind of way.

And exactly what happened in that terrible first shift? You failed an important mission because you got distracted thinking about him. 

It got to a point where your dispatcher had to forcibly send you away to take a break early. It was humiliating to say the least.

You stride into the break room, your body tense and annoyance showed in your features. You really need a drink. Well, obviously you can’t have alcohol… yet. So, you settle for your usual drink of choice— coffee.

Hey. You haven’t thought of him for 2 whole minutes— Damn it, why do you keep doing this?

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the door creak open, you turn your head to the direction of the doorway. Speak of the devil.

“I thought ‘bring your child to work day’ was yesterday, But you’re still here.” Even if you didn’t see him, you’d already know that the aggravating voice belongs to Sonar.

“Oh yeah? Well, pets aren’t allowed out of their cages here and yet you’re in-front of me.” You run a hand through your hair. This was your best attempt at acting totally unbothered.

You’d thought he’s gonna clap back. But, to your surprise. He moves past you…without a word. Hold on…something’s missing.

“Oh, how tragic. Your little girlfriend isn’t here to put you on a leash." You look around the room. No signs of portals or Mal in sight.

“What— no. Mal isn’t my ‘girl’. She is my best friend and not even a leash can stop me.”

“Yeah okay, whatever. I’m totally listening.” You sip on your drink as you try to hide the relief you felt from hearing that.

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Huh. It’s so peaceful right now. It might be because he’s not running his mouth. 

“What’s the special occasion? You’re not being as annoying as yesterday.” You immediately regret asking but you don’t take your question back. You were a little curious after all.

“After yesterday I’ve figured I’ll be more friendly since we’re close and all—“

“HA! First of all. We are not friends and we never will be.” You quickly correct him but his smirk doesn’t falter. 

“I never said we were friends, because we’re obviously something way more.” You almost choke on your drink from his comment. What is that supposed to mean!?

“Are you high right now? Because, whatever you’re on. I want some after this conversation.” 

“Oh sure, I’m actually…” When you see him digging through his blazer you immediately cut him off.

“I was uh… joking? I didn’t think you were actually high. But I guess you’re just stupid.”

“Me? Stupid? I'm a goddamn Harvard graduate. H.A.V.A.R.D. AND top of my class too.” Did he think you can’t spell that? You totally can. Harvrad!

“Do you have any other reply other than ‘I’m a Harvard student?’” 

“I don’t need to when it’s literally the best comeback.” The confidence in his voice makes you let out an exasperated scoff.

“I hate to break it to you. But, it’s not even a comeback.” 

“Yes, it is.” 

“No it isn’t.”

“Yuh huh. It is.” He’s actually saying ‘yuh huh.’ ?

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!

“Nuh— No. I’m done talking to you. You’re so goddamn childish.” To be honest, you’re no better per se but you’d like to think you're a little bit better than him.

“Fine, but I know you’re not done thinking about me.” He sings the last part. You immediately felt this uncomfortable feeling forming in your chest. Is the room getting hotter? You also felt heat rising to your face. 

“Thinking about how annoying you are…” You mumble underneath your breath as you break away from his gaze. You thought he wouldn’t be able to hear you… But in the corner of your eye, you see his ears twitch. Curse those big ass ears.

“So what you are saying is… You’re always thinking about me? Just confess already at this point.” Stepping closer to you with that smirk you wanna wipe off so bad.

“Confess!? You’re the one who's obsessed with me and pissing the hell off for just a speck of my attention!” You meet his gaze again to jab a finger into his chest.

“Well, you’re the one who’s always avoiding me. What? Are you nervous around me or something?” He leans in— far too close for comfort.

“That’s it. you, me, after work. We’re gonna take this outside.” You pull away. You wonder if he’ll have a smartass thing to say. But he doesn’t, you feel a little satisfied from seeing him all speechless. 

“Don’t you even dare think about getting away.” Just then you thought that’ll be the end…

“Why would I—“

“Just let me have the last word!” You push him out of your way and head straight for the door. You can’t be around him anymore… for reasons you don’t even wanna find out.

When you finally reach the doorway, you’re halfway slamming the break room door but you remember BB’s warning from a long time ago… so you don’t. But damn, you really wanted to hit something.

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He watches you storm off, even if you’re gone he still eyes the door where you just left from. Wow, there was so much romantic tension in that conversation he just had with you. (Wishful thinking.)

“It’s a date!” He quickly calls after you. But you were too far to hear it.

He grins to himself as he fishes his phone out of his pocket, immediately typing out the good news to his bestie.

Mal is gonna be sooo happy to hear this.

Spoiler alert? she wasn’t.

[callmecandies]

LOLOL I absolutely love your recent sonar fic, Dude is making the hoes FUME and not in a good way 😥😭 will there.. Perchance..be a second part? I'm half requesting and half begging, but if you don't like begging then I'm totally not on my knees-

Actually I was not gonna write part 2 IK TRAGIC BUT when I saw ur request I knew couldn’t say no 😔 so i will be blessing u w part 2!!!!!!!!!!! 😙 like right neow

[callmecandies]

“Working hard or Hardly working?”

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆Robert x Mentor!reader

Warnings: Mentions of Kink and swearing

summary: Basically you’re sorta of his boss, and He cannot stand you complimenting him. Why? That’s right! your boy, Roberts has a praise kink.

You’re a long-time professional at SDN who also has the same rank as BB. Whenever Blonde Blazer is on the field you were the one who had to watch over the assholes of Z-team. 

This also includes the Dispatchers of the Z-team. Unluckily, BB was out in the field right now so the new unlucky soul you’ll be guiding today will be… Robert Robertson. Is his middle name also Robert?

After reading the application, you leave your office to meet him at his desk.

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

The introduction goes as you expected, simple and professional with a firm handshake at the end and a compliment on how he fitted in his uniform. His whole form did seem different from the previous dispatchers, but you don’t say anything about it.

On a dispatcher’s first day, you’d watch over and observe how they would influence or behave towards the members of the Z-team. So you can write it down for future use. 

There is a bad recurring pattern from what you have already written down. The most likely outcomes are; dispatchers ending the day in tears or absolutely crashing out.

Anyways, you’re documenting how Robert works with the team and to your surprise…

“Just like that… nicely done. You’re really good at this.” You say softly as you watch over his shoulder. He really was getting the hang of this, BB was right. She really did pick the perfect candidate.

Not only was he good at dispatching, but his comebacks towards the Z-team were also funny.

”That was a good comeback, I think we’ll get along well.” you’d comment, mostly to yourself but you know he heard it.

જ⁀➴

Finally, it was the end of the first shift…

“Good job, doll. That was an amazing shift.” He doesn’t really talk back, just nodding in response to you. 

Someone urgently calls you over real quick. So you excuse yourself and step away from him.

જ⁀➴ HIS POV

When you were out of view, his face immediately fell into his hands and he felt the rise and drop of his shoulder when he let out a sigh of relief. What is happening to him? He can’t focus for some reason… not to mention he’s so goddamn nervous.

This has never happened to him. He feels sorta giddy, this spread of this delicious warmth in his abdomen whenever he hears your sweet comments. But he snaps out of it when he remembers he’s a grown ass man not a little puppy that wants to be praised by pretty and genuinely kind people like you.

“Hey Roberts, working hard or hardly working?” You joke, stepping closer so you can look over his shoulder. You were way too close for his comfort.

“I’m hard— hard working. Ahem. Working hard. Sorry.” He coughs into his fist, awkwardly. Wow, that was a nice save.

“That’s good to hear. I guess you’re ready for your next shift.” The way you don’t sense his inner turmoil makes him feel slightly guilty.

“Before I start my second shift…you don’t have to compliment me all the time. I think you’ve done enough.” He mumbles the last part. He cannot bring himself to meet your gaze.

“Really? Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“No. Well—Not… exactly. It’s sorta hard to say.” Is he really gonna admit it? 

“Take your time.” Your comforting smile doesn’t falter. 

“I’m sorry… I just. I get bothered when… You say all those nice things.” He’s immediately cringing. He sounds so weird right now.

“When I praise you?” 

“Yes please— I mean. Yeah. That.” He feels heat rushing to his face when he realises he let a bit of desperation slip in his words.

“I’m so sorry. It’s because I enjoy it way too much. I can’t concentrate.” And there it is… The first day at his new job and he’s already creating an HR violation.

“Is it a kink thing?” Kink?

“I’m not sure either… this is actually the first time that has happened to me.” 

“Oh wow… I’m flattered. Now that makes me wonder, if I can get you off from calling you a good boy.” Your voice lowers almost to a whisper. 

He might be reading this wrong, but the words come out before he could stop them.

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Might write part 2, and it might have smut. never wrote smut so 💀 ANYWAYS.

[callmecandies]

This is totally flirting.

Sonar x reader

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: rage-baiting into your heart ⋆˙⟡

Basically thinks they’re flirting x thinks they’re fighting… er trope. It’s a lil OOC? I think. I also love me sum backstory so ye. If there’s grammar mistakes I will try to fix it 🥀

oh ye warnings: there is explicit language down ere!!!!!

After the success of the Z-team, since they defeated Shroud and all. SDN has launched a new project. Well… same project but new people. They were called the Team-alpha (Corny name, from a Corny lady). Basically, it was the same shit, ex-villains that are given a second chance. 

And guess who’s in that corny-named team? You.

You weren’t sure what Blonde Blazer was expecting with this. Sure, more calls were being answered but the chaos that unfolded didn’t overcome the benefits.

To be honest? It was just competition for everyone which created this hostile environment… that Blazer was totally A-okay with— now you think about it, she probably didn’t even know.

You have thought about telling her since you were catching more strays from the Z-Team in the breakroom than villains on missions. But you’re no snitch and your team is no better.

You’d time yourself, making sure you would not collide with any of the Z-team members. After all… Everyone was such assholes— except for Waterboy and Phenomaman. But as someone who just finished a long ass shift of taking half-hour trips to get balloons out of trees… You don’t want to interact with anyone and that includes everyone from your team.

You check your phone. Right on time. You open the door and you already know no one’s gonna be in here so you enter confidently.

You peek through the small window as expected, and no one’s here. So you head inside, making sure to close the door behind you.

You’re humming a song, then you turn around. Just to see not one, but two of the members from the Z-team. It’s Malevola… and fuuucking Sonar.

How did you not hear— oh… that’s right, portal powers. Ugh.

Both of them— but mostly Sonar has been on your ass for days. You’re annoyed as you are impressed that he managed to piss you off without talking to you.

You let out a small sigh, trying to hide your annoyance but it was picked up by sonar, anyway. Those big ass ears.

“What? Got a problem?” He squints his eyes in question but you just shrug in response. You thought if you just ignored him—

“We’re the originals, bitch. You’re in our place.” Oh great, he’s continuing.

“Cool, so you want a gold medal or something?” You say, casually as you pour the ground coffee beans into your cup. All you need now is hot water. You place the back of your hand against the kettle, Goddamn it, it’s cold AND it’s empty. You quickly add new water inside and turn it on.

You would’ve just left long ago, but you really need coffee for the later shift.

“We ran, so you guys can walk. You should be thanking us.” Sonar smirks, folding his arms. Is he still talking?

“The only person I should and will be thanking is Blonde Blazer.” This time you glance at him, frowning slightly. 

“Why are you telling me all this anyway?”

“Uh— duh. Because you assholes are acting like you own the place, even now you’re using my creamer.” He huffs as he crosses his arms.

“What the hell are you talking about? This is mine.” You finally look at him with a raised brow, shaking the small container of dairy in between your fingers.

“Don’t try to lie to a Harvard graduate. I can tell.” He’s not even looking at what's in your hand.

“I dunno about that, but those are definitely dairy creamers, definitely ain't yours mate.” Malevola finally speaks up. Now he’s finally looking at the creamer in your hands.

“Oh— uh. Well! What about that time when you guys stole our missions?” You’re about to go off, but you realised something. 

“Oh is this what it’s about? Trying to rile me up so I can give you my attention?” You coo, flashing a condescending smile at him. The kettle finally finishes boiling, and you pour the water into your cup while you wait for him to respond.

“What? No—“ 

“Try not to get your dick caught on fire from how hard you’re jerking it to me tonight.” You walk out with the cup, flipping him off behind your back. 

“I- you. No— ugh!” You closed the door before you could hear any more.

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The break room fell into a silence when you left.

“See? I told you they liked me. Ah… they know me so well.” Sonar turns to his best friend, grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah…sure.” Malevola grimaces as she tries to resist the urge to facepalm.