First time using tumblr so if it's bad it's bad I like to write doe so yippeerssssss
Oh ye I also read too hehe im writing for dispatch rn and reading it too I am also a drawer not so much writer but I try my best!!!!
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
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. Youâre also wearing a tie cuz⊠plot.
Warnings: MDNI!!! Look away!!! Thereâs smut over ereâÂ
ANâs: This wasâŠreally tuff to write( I was literally racking at my brains how to make it work.) , BUT ITS FINALLY HERE!!! Iâve also decided heâll be a little bad boy (brat.) this is for everyone who wanted part 2!!!
Oh yeah, if something doesnât 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.
âThat was a completely inappropriate thing to say.â The way he shrank back into his chair almost made you feel bad. But it was the truth wasnât it? HoweverâŠ
âBut⊠Iâll indulge you. Just this once.â 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.
âThink of it as a welcome gift. Donât tell the other dispatchers. After allâŠI didnât give them this type of gift when they came. They might get jealous.â
âYeahâ of course. That's common practice⊠I mean, I think. Common stuff.â He stumbles over his words, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
âFollow me and donât be too obvious.â 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.
âËâčâĄ
As you reach the office door you turn back again. Ah, of course he followed. Heâs really like a puppyâa desperate one.
You open your office door, allowing him to enter first. Youâre not surprised that he doesnât meet your gaze when he walks in. âWelcome to my office.â You gesture around the place with open palms, he walks around, examining the place slowly.
âWow, itâs just likeâŠâ
âBlonde Blazers? What can I say? She has quite an influence on me.â 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.
âWould you prefer I leave the door unlocked? If thatâll help your unease.â You tease.
âOh no. I cannot handle more stress if someone comes inside.â He lets out an amused huff, a little too quick to sound natural.
âGood choice⊠letâs get started then?â You clasp your hands together, leaning close to him until you're just inches away fromâŠ
âHow exactly should we uhâ start?â His eyes flicker a second at your lips then back your gaze. Itâll be nice to start with a kiss but you have something special planned.
âWell⊠good boys donât get praised for nothing. They earn their praises. So what do you say,Â
Robert?â 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.
âYes. Yeah. Uh. How doâHowshouldidothat?â He straightens up, leaning towards your touch.
âClose your eyes for me.â Heâs a little surprised by your request, even more so when he notices you loosening your tie. He canât 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 overthinkâŠ
âIs something wrong?â 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.
âUh- no. Sorry, I just zoned out for a secondâ What did you say againâŠ?â Then he remembers after a pause. âAh right.â He closes his eyes. What came after was the sounds of fabric being rustled in front of him.
âDonât tell me this is a cruel prank where everyone is standing right in front of me and I have my pants down?â 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.
âQuite the comedian, arenât you? Tell meâŠâ You leaned in close, even if he couldnât see you he could feel you ââŠDoes that mouth do more than just joke?âÂ
âNot trying to brag, but 4 out of 5 people would say I give good head.â He quickly adds âUhâ if thatâs what you want.â 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.
âNot too tight mmh?â You adjusted the fabric to be firmly held in one place.
âYeah⊠Itâs fine.âÂ
You step away from his side, to sit in your office chair. âCome here. Hands behind your back, hun.â
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.
âOh Robert, youâre not even facing me.â You giggle playfully.Â
âUh. What? Mmh⊠But I swearââ as soon as he turned around, you wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him back until he falls back and onto your lap.
âHaha. Just playing with you, you were heading the right way.â You didnât miss the high-pitched yelp he just let out when he landed on your lap. But you decide not to mention it.
âA-alright, you got me there.â He lets out an awkward laugh. His body is barely leaning against yours, like heâs afraid to touch you. You could also feel him squirming in your lap so you grab him by the shoulders firmly, halting his movements.Â
âItâs never too late to back out now.â Itâll be a shame to stop now. But considering his state? He might need the offer.
âWell⊠I cannot go back to work like this.â He mumbled.
âOh really? Thatâs not very convincing since youâre literally trembling like a wet puppy.âÂ
âOther than that I mean⊠I cannot be seen in this state.â You peer down over his shoulder to see the obvious tent in his pants.
âAh, I see.â His breath hitches when your hands trail down from his waist to his lower abdomen. âI think you need bigger pants.âÂ
âPlease stop teasing me.â He pleads, begging to be touched.
âAlright, Iâll play nice.â 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 heâs trying to control his shaky breaths but you pick them up anyway.
âItâs adorable how youâre trying to be quiet.â You tease.Â
âWell, you wonât believe itâŠBut I feel embarrassed.â He says breathlessly, fighting the urge to become a moaning pathetic mess.
âYouâre already on my lap so be as shameless as you want.â Your fingers brush against his clothed member, barely giving him the attention he needs.Â
âIâŠâ he trails off.Â
âI'm asking you, good boys listen donât they?âÂ
âThatâll be a little hard⊠since Iâm not entirely good.â He lets out a breathless chuckle. Ah, heâs quite bad after all. But no big deal.
âIs that an invitation for me to try harder?â 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.Â
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.
âOh god.â 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.Â
âYou look so pretty like this.â You lean in to press a kiss against his neck. Then he twitches in your lap when you bite him, leaving a red mark.Â
âOâokay. Thatâs playing dirty. Youâre gonna destroy me if you keep doing that.âÂ
âDoing what?â You ask innocently. Luckily he couldnât see your smile, because it was a mean one.
âDonât act cluelessââ 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.
âSee? So you can listen. If you hold it in, how else would I know your moans would be this cute?â He whined in response. A whine you couldnât 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.â This time you donât 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.
"Waitâ Please. Fuck. Mâ so closeâŠâ He chokes out, his voice ragged and raw from use. From how whiny he was getting, you decided to have mercy on him.
âYouâre such a good boy for me, the bestest boy.â 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 heâs got.
âI guess you really do get off to being called that.â You hum in delight at the gorgeous view of him coating your hand and the slight tremble in his legs. He doesnât respond, only letting out breathy sighs. You're not even sure if he heard you.Â
âLook at the mess.â 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.Â
âMâ itâs sensitive.â He softly mewls as he nuzzles against you, but he doesnât make an effort to stop you.
âSorry, baby. Iâll clean you up.â 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 didnât even fuck him which⊠was laughable. You were gonna finish there but you couldnât 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 doesnât complain, just waiting for your next move.
But you donât. Now heâs 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.
âI don't get to return the favourâŠ?â It came out of his mouth almost involuntarily, but he needed to know. You admire his dishevelled form, ruining him more sound greats butâŠ
âYour second shift starts soon. If you could last all the way I might take up the offer that you mentioned earlier.âÂ
âReally?â He turns around to look at you with wide earnest eyes. Which you reply with a âMhm.âÂ
âI thought you told me youâll âindulgeâ me just this once.â You did say thatâŠ
âMaybe I changed my mind, afterall itâll be a shame to not take up my good boyâs offer.â You say, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.
âOkay⊠good. Great.â 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.
âYou know⊠Iâve always been saying it, I never knew how good it feels to hear it.â 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 fixingâŠto playing with his hair.
âOh? And on what occasion have you been saying it?â You say not hiding the teasing glint in your tone.
âNot like thatâŠâ he snorts before continuing âI have a dog.â
âReally?â You feel your interest pique, temporarily halting your movements.
âAnd speaking of which⊠I might bring him tomorrow.â He mumbles, a little uncertain.
âYou'd better. Itâs a promise.âÂ
âBut I didn't promiseââ you cut him off.
âItâs a promise to me. Okay?â He nods his head in agreement. You grin with pleasure, imagining tomorrowâs events.
âCan you do thatâŠÂ more of that?â He gestures to his hair, hesitantly. âYou knowâŠâ
âThis?â 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.
âGod, Iâm gonna get addictedâŠâ he sighs.
âËâčâĄ
It was an ordinary second day at his job⊠expect, he bought a special guest⊠Beef! For two reasons; he didnât 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 didnât 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 youâll show again. As he fidgets with the mouse then⊠he feels a presence behind him.
âAw, whoâs the goodest boy? Yes, you areâŠâ
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 ânonchalant.â He definitely did not care that you werenât referring to him or anythingâ
âYouâre a good boy too, Robert.â He groans that he got caught anyway⊠but behind his hand heâs grinning like an idiot.
Summary: heâs feeling insecure about how you feel about him. So the trope is an established relationship. And ummmm (Porn with plot.)
Also⊠reader is AFAB, itâs also meant to be gender neutral so if thereâs any mistakes pls mention it!
Warnings: There is smut. Plot with HEAVY smut(?) so look away children!!! (MDNI)Â
(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 theyâre still being written soon pls donât gib up on međ)
anyways here is the ficâŠ
You were a new member of the Z-team, and already a certain hybrid has been pestering you for a âjust a friendly hangout at the nice diner downtown.â Or âa private talk in the closet.â 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.Â
But the most questions heâs asked were to tell the Z-team. Thatâs 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 nightâŠ
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.
âBabe, you didnâtâŠyou know, date me because⊠You felt like you had to?â The urgency in his voice was so obvious that he was almost pleading for your answer.
âNo Sonar. I said yes because I wanted to.â You murmur sleepily. You thought that was the end of it⊠so you just rested your eyes again.
âOkay. Good, Good.â He hums in satisfaction, his eyes never leaving you. After a pause, you suddenly feel firm hands on your shoulders.
âYou love me right?â This time he shakes you lightly to wake you again, making you look up at him again.
âYes. I do.âÂ
âEven if I were a worm?âÂ
âUgh, this again? Yes. Yes, Iâll love you even if you were a worm.â You pinch your nose bridge out of annoyance.
âWhat aboutââ
âYes, I'd love you if I were a worm and I wonât look at any other peopleâ I mean other worms.â You then let out a tired sigh. âSonar, can you let me sleep now?â
âProve it, kiss me.â He leans in until your faces are inches apart. However, you place a hand on his snout, pushing him back slightly.
âEvery time I kiss you, you get a boner. No way.â He lets out a sad whine that totally didnât tug at your heartstrings.
âCmon, please? I promise I wonât.â With a defeated sigh, you pull him closer to you by the shoulder. When youâre close enough you place a kiss on his lips.
âHappy?â You pull away from him abruptly, leaving him wanting more. Even if he sometimes annoys you, you canât stay mad at that adorable face⊠until you feel something hard pressed against your thigh.
âYou are such a liar.â You groan. He doesnât even attempt to hide it. In fact, he presses harder against you. However⊠you donât push him away, just sending him a glare with no real heat behind it.
âHey! I didnât lie per seâ I was hard from the beginning.â You squint at him.
âWhat? I was looking at your chest before, sue me.â Youâre not even surprised at his response.
âWhatever, Iâm gonna go back to sleep.â You close your eyes again, as you try to ignore the heat against your inner thigh⊠and your lower abdomen.
âNoooo, you canât leave me hanging! Cmon. Make up for all the times you refuse my kisses.â
âUgh, alright.â You grumble. âMake it quick so I can go back to sleepâŠâ You could see he was about to dive in between your legs head firstâ but you pull back on his fur so you can make him face you again. This time you donât feel bad at the whine he let out.
âDonât even think about it. I said make it quick didnât I? I know my bat facts.âÂ
âBoo⊠You caught me.â 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 werenât just as horny. Suddenlyâ the pressure of his thumb on your clit makes you involuntarily moan into his mouth.
Youâre almost embarrassed that he easily slides a finger inside your already wet cunt, but not really because he was so hard without being touched.Â
âFor someone who sounds begrudgingly, youâre pretty soaked.â Youâre 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.
âYouâre such a freak.â You squirm as you watch him lick his fingers clean.Â
âAnd you love it.âÂ
âYouâre not wrong.â 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.
âWhat? Impressed?â He smirks.
âI didnât even touch you that much.â You chuckle at his response.Â
âItâs the side effect when Iâm with you.â How charming. You pull him closer so you can guide his hard length against your entrance. Your heartâs pounding as you brace yourself for whatâs next.
âOh, fuck.â His cock pushes against your folds then glides inside you inch by inch, until heâs 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. Youâre about to lose your mind but when you heard the growls from above made you realise⊠Somethingâs off.Â
âVicââ without a warning, he flips you over and makes you lie on your stomach. Youâre about to complain but you become speechless when you watch his hands turn into claws at the sides of your head. Whatâs 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.
âI just keep thinking if Iâm even good enough for you.â The dejected tone in his mumble snaps you out of your horny haze.Â
âVictor⊠that is such bullshit, you totally areâ in fact, youâre the goddamn best, not just for me. â You utter breathlessly.
âBut⊠you donât kiss me in public.â His ears droop down like a sad puppy being refused treats. Is this what it was about? You wouldâve laughed if you had the energy too.
âBâugh because! I donât like PDA âŠand I donât want anyone to see your cute face after I kiss you.â You grin unconditionally at your own embarrassing admission.Â
âReally?â His ears perk up again.
âYeah, just this stupid, goofy adorable smile that I love so much. My eyes only.âÂ
âThat is so cheesy. But⊠I like it.â You could feel his smile on your shoulder. If he wasnât technically pinning you down youâd be patting him on the back.
âDo you want to call it a night?â You grunt as you try to pull yourself up. Is it concerning that you couldnât feel much in your legs?
âNo way! I might have a sad moment but Iâm still horny and you haven't gotten off yet.â
âOf course you are⊠fine, go aheadââ 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 couldnât 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. Â
âGod. Youâre so tight. I need to fuck you more often like this.â He moans next to your ears.Â
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 spineâ it was overwhelming, you feel yourself getting close.
He bites down on your shoulder, it was way harder than he usually does⊠but youâd be lying if that didnât make you wetter than you already were.
âYouâre getting off to that and you call me the pervert.â Annoyed as you are, you gotta admit he was right.
âShut. Up.â You grit. You try to act tough but you hoped he didnât 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.Â
And with that pushed over the edgeâ You couldnât hold back the series of moans and whines thatâs being unleashed as you cum all over his fingers and his cock.Â
âYour moans are so cute. Mmhâ mâ not gonna last.â 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 youâre absolutely too wrecked to even think. The two of you silently bask in the after sex glow before Sonar speaks up.
âOne thing I know for sure is that you love having sex with me.â You let out a breathless scoff at that.
âI don't⊠hah. I donât just love having sex with you, dummy.â You say in between breaths as you lazily look over your shoulder to witness his now unkempt fur and his glistening body.
âWill you ever tell the world about us?â He asks with anticipation. So heâs still thinking about that?
âUnfortunately, I don't have a sonic scream like you so I donât think I can.â He lets out a chuckle at your words.
âBut if⊠The Z-team asks about us and I'll tell them.â You add.
âYou will!?â He turns you around to face him fully. You hold back a chuckle at his cute flabbergasted face.
âOf course. It must mean a lot to you if youâre sad about it. Plus, itâs no big deal except for them being total teasing assholes for a few weeks.âÂ
âBut hey itâs a sacrifice Iâm willing toâ Mmgh!â 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 mouthâŠÂ
âSo, round 2?â He says with that goofy smile again that you canât help but love.
âI can literally see the sun rising outside.â 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.
âSo⊠no?â He tilts his head in confusion. You groan as you throw a pillow at his face.Â
As expected you were exhausted the next dayâ well⊠technically today. You walk into the break room, and the Z-teamâs already here except for a certain bat. This is why you donât take up Victorâs offers to fly you to work, he always gets distracted on the way.
âDamn, you look like shit.â Flambae comments as you walk past him. You wouldâve said something back but you canât. You're too tired to even look at him.Â
The room was filled with its normal chatter then it turned into gasps and horrid noises when you turn your back towards them.Â
âOh my god, that bite is GNARLY.â Prism stumbles back while Flambae takes a closer look, making you unconsciously reach for your neck.Â
âWho the fuck did you sleep with last night? Donât tell me... Was it Bigfootââ
Before she could finish, Prism was cut off by the swing of the door, catching everyoneâs attention.Â
âAnnnnd⊠your answer walks through the door.â You heard the teasing tone in Malâs 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 Prismâs head then realisation.
âYou two fucking!?â Prism gasps. Everyone looks at you expectantly, just waiting for your answer.
âNoâŠâ Are you gonna say it?Â
âWeâre⊠dating.â You peek over at Sonar, and you can see his ears perk up and he looks ecstatic. Worth it.
âSee? I told you all!â His chest puffs out with pride.
The room went silent for a moment then it erupted in cheers andâŠgroans? Youâre confused for a moment then you see half of them fishing something out of their pockets.
âI knew it! Cough up. all of you.â Prism beckons, turning to the Z-team.
âYou guys bet on usâŠ?â You frown at her. You donât even bother getting angry, this was typical of them anyway.
âYup, is it a shitty thing to do? Yeah. But am I a hundred dollars richer? hell yeah!â Prism laughs.
âHow is thatâŠpossible? I donât believe it.â Coupe mutters, looking between you two with scepticism.
âWhat she said. I wanna see proof!â 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 itâs a bit ??? It might becuz of dat ty for reading!!!)
Summary:Â Half of the Z-team also have to suffer with Malevola. While your team is making you suffer. Sooo basically, Everyoneâs reactions to the date/fight thatâs gonna MIGHT happen afterwork.
Thereâs a lot of characters in here and so there might be a bit of OOCs? But dw theyâre all still assholes soâŠÂ
Ik I promised u will beat his ass in this part 3 BUT I couldnât write what happened after work yet so I guess there will be part 4âŠ!!! :,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-teamâs breakroom door, then Malevola runs out, looking frantic as hell.Â
âSonar! Ugh, he should have been here.â She runs a hand through her hair in frustration. Sheâs been portaling her way all around SDN. She even opened a portal to the menâs bathroom. Letâs 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
âUgh, what did he do this time?â Prism glances up from her phone, unbothered by the demonâs sudden arrival.
âHe was here like 5 minutes ago, you just missed him.â Visi gestures to the door. Where he just left.
âAnd acting like a complete weirdo, being all⊠cryptic and shit. Whatâs wrong with him?â Punch up adds with a puzzled look on his face.
They all looked at her expectantly, she knew that she shouldnât tell them⊠but she could only hope theyâll help her after this.
âAfter work, Sonar is gonna meet upâŠâ When she says your name, everyone looks taken back.
âWhat!? He finally has a date with that hard-to-get bitch?â Prism perks up. âI knew something was up when I saw he sprayed cologne⊠into his mouth.â
âWow, I never thought Batboner was ever gonna get some,â Flambae adds, making Prism let out a bark of laughter.
âGo Sonar!â Punch up cheers with his fists up, while Visi just nods with approval.
âNo. not âgoâ Sonarâ Just look at this, all of you.â They all crowd around her when she turns her phone to all of them, showing the recent chats between her and Sonar.
ââ .âŠ
Vic
Mal u wonât 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 DATEÂ
MalÂ
Oh
VicÂ
Thatâs 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 extraÂ
Iâll tel u everything later !!!
Mal
WAIT VIC thereâs somethin i wanna tell u before u go
Vic?
SONAR.
reply dumbass itâs urgent
SONAAAAAR!!!!!
ââ .âŠ
âIs his profile pic seriously that Vanderstank guy? Obsessed much.â Flambae mumbles. Then he adds âAnd I see the problem, guyâs in his own goddamn fairytale.â
âRight? Who the hell says âyou, me outside after workâ 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.â Mal pinches her nose bridge in annoyance. If Sonar wasnât her ride or die she wouldâve just dropped him already.
âSo you think theyâre asking for a fight?â
âOh yeah. Definitely, heâs gonna get his ass beat.â Flambae replied without hesitation, earning a nod from everyone else.
âWhy did he think he was able to pull⊠let alone a hottie like them?â Prism takes a sneaky pic of Mal's screen. Totally not gonna post it on her account later on as content.
âBecause heâs pathetic and delusional.â Invisigal physically cringes after reading the messages.
âThought that was yer type.â Punch-up eyes her with a raise of his eyebrow.
âI like desperate, not far beyond saving and Sonar is off the charts.â
âWhy donât you just tell him straight up they wanted to destroy his guts⊠in a bad way.â Visi turns to Mal.
âObviously I canât. He'll be crushedâŠand then heâll go into that phase where he doesn't get out of bed and watch sad Bart edits all day.â Yes, he has done that. Why? No one knows.
âThen what exactly are you gonna do if you canât tell him, lass?â
âWellâŠâ
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âI swear Iâm gonna turn you into a pair of bootsâ no that only works for snakes⊠Iâm gonna turn you into uh⊠a handbag? Ugh.â 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 revealâ your dispatcher (thankfully). You greet him with a nod of acknowledgement like you always do. But you canât help but questionâŠwhy wasnât he at his desk? But here, in the Team-Alphaâs break room.
âWhat are you doing here? Is it not busy right now?â You ask, watching him pour instant coffee into his cup.
âAfter you royally fucked up the mission in the first shift. We havenât been getting any serious ones.â He said without as much heat as youâd thought.
âSorry about that⊠Iâve just been distracted all day.â 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.
âI heard youâre going on a date later with bat boy, so Iâll let you off the hook. I donât wanna be eaten when you complain about me to him.â
âYeah, a date with my fist and his face that I'm gonna beatââ wait a minuteâŠ
âWait. DateâŠ? What the hell are you talking about?âÂ
âWell, I heard him screaming about âitâs a date!â after you, a little while back.â What!? Did he pull this shit? So not only is he pissing you off heâs 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.
âSo, your fist and his face? Like a kink thing? Is he like⊠into pain or somethin'?â Your dispatcher gives you a quizzical look.
âUh, No. I meant that Iâm gonna hitââ 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.
âI heard the good news, babes! And youâre in luck. Iâm here to help you get ready for your little date.â Uh, what the fuck?
âHow is that âgoodâ news to you? From what I remembered you said you hated everyone from the Z-team.âÂ
âObviously I do. But⊠we all know you ainât getting any dates at all. So this is a special moment!â Uh, rude. But true so you donât say about it butâŠ
âDonât goddamn lie, you just wanna find more excuses to make fun of me.â You glare at her, unconsciously tapping your fingers on the table.
âThat too. But seriously, Iâm happy for you even if itâs the gross crypto bro.â Her comment makes you roll your eyes. You wonder if you have issues? Because everyone is pissing you off today.
âOkay! Less talkie and more glamming. But first!â She claps her hands together, stepping closer to you so she can judge you up and down through squinted eyes.
âOh my, weâve got lots of work to do. You seriously cannot look like that on a first date. So weâre gonna change your⊠everything.â She rummages through her bag.
âHave you forgotten we're at work and still on the clock? Besides, if you just listen to me youâll know that Iâm not actually going on aââ
âAh. Ah.â 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 âsuper sweetâ coworker.Â
âSee those eyebags? Weâre gonna have to gonna have to touch upââ
âNo.â You smack the mirror away from you.Â
âNo âtouch upâ! Because thereâs no date in the first place! If you just let me talk youâd know weâre actually gonna Fââ
âFuck! Who took all the non-dairy creamers again!? You all know Iâm lactose intolerant!âYour dispatcher was hovering over the counter, searching violently through the almost empty basket with the label âcondimentsâ on it.
âAnd I literally stocked up yesâterâday. When I find out who⊠Iâm gonna beat their ass!âÂ
You guess you'll be doing your dispatcher a favour laterâŠ
Summary: The trope is âthinks theyâre flirtingâ x âthinks theyâre fighting.â So ragebaiting into your heart. So romantical
Is some sort of progress? Sure. But is it also getting worse? Definitely. Mal thought it couldnât get worse than before but it actually does. Sheâs so done with Sonarâs ahh after this.
In fact! you might kill him in Part 3.Â
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 thenâ and not in the âI have a crush on himâ way. It was more like a⊠âI want to strangle him with a coat hanger.â kind of way.
And exactly what happened in that terrible first shift? You failed an important mission because you got distracted thinking about him.Â
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 canât have alcohol⊠yet. So, you settle for your usual drink of choiceâ coffee.
Hey. You havenât thought of him for 2 whole minutesâ 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.
âI thought âbring your child to work dayâ was yesterday, But youâre still here.â Even if you didnât see him, youâd already know that the aggravating voice belongs to Sonar.
âOh yeah? Well, pets arenât allowed out of their cages here and yet youâre in-front of me.â You run a hand through your hair. This was your best attempt at acting totally unbothered.
Youâd thought heâs gonna clap back. But, to your surprise. He moves past youâŠwithout a word. Hold onâŠsomethingâs missing.
âOh, how tragic. Your little girlfriend isnât here to put you on a leash." You look around the room. No signs of portals or Mal in sight.
âWhatâ no. Mal isnât my âgirlâ. She is my best friend and not even a leash can stop me.â
âYeah okay, whatever. Iâm totally listening.â You sip on your drink as you try to hide the relief you felt from hearing that.
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Huh. Itâs so peaceful right now. It might be because heâs not running his mouth.Â
âWhatâs the special occasion? Youâre not being as annoying as yesterday.â You immediately regret asking but you donât take your question back. You were a little curious after all.
âAfter yesterday Iâve figured Iâll be more friendly since weâre close and allââ
âHA! First of all. We are not friends and we never will be.â You quickly correct him but his smirk doesnât falter.Â
âI never said we were friends, because weâre obviously something way more.â You almost choke on your drink from his comment. What is that supposed to mean!?
âAre you high right now? Because, whatever youâre on. I want some after this conversation.âÂ
âOh sure, Iâm actuallyâŠâ When you see him digging through his blazer you immediately cut him off.
âI was uh⊠joking? I didnât think you were actually high. But I guess youâre just stupid.â
âMe? Stupid? I'm a goddamn Harvard graduate. H.A.V.A.R.D. AND top of my class too.â Did he think you canât spell that? You totally can. Harvrad!
âDo you have any other reply other than âIâm a Harvard student?ââÂ
âI donât need to when itâs literally the best comeback.â The confidence in his voice makes you let out an exasperated scoff.
âI hate to break it to you. But, itâs not even a comeback.âÂ
âYes, it is.âÂ
âNo it isnât.â
âYuh huh. It is.â Heâs actually saying âyuh huh.â ?
âNuh uh!â
âYuh huh!
âNuhâ No. Iâm done talking to you. Youâre so goddamn childish.â To be honest, youâre no better per se but youâd like to think you're a little bit better than him.
âFine, but I know youâre not done thinking about me.â 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.Â
âThinking about how annoying you areâŠâ You mumble underneath your breath as you break away from his gaze. You thought he wouldnât be able to hear you⊠But in the corner of your eye, you see his ears twitch. Curse those big ass ears.
âSo what you are saying is⊠Youâre always thinking about me? Just confess already at this point.â Stepping closer to you with that smirk you wanna wipe off so bad.
âConfess!? Youâre the one who's obsessed with me and pissing the hell off for just a speck of my attention!â You meet his gaze again to jab a finger into his chest.
âWell, youâre the one whoâs always avoiding me. What? Are you nervous around me or something?â He leans inâ far too close for comfort.
âThatâs it. you, me, after work. Weâre gonna take this outside.â You pull away. You wonder if heâll have a smartass thing to say. But he doesnât, you feel a little satisfied from seeing him all speechless.Â
âDonât you even dare think about getting away.â Just then you thought thatâll be the endâŠ
âWhy would Iââ
âJust let me have the last word!â You push him out of your way and head straight for the door. You canât be around him anymore⊠for reasons you donât even wanna find out.
When you finally reach the doorway, youâre halfway slamming the break room door but you remember BBâs warning from a long time ago⊠so you donât. But damn, you really wanted to hit something.
âčââĄâ
He watches you storm off, even if youâre 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.)
âItâs a date!â 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.
LOLOL I absolutely love your recent sonar fic, Dude is making the hoes FUME and not in a good way đ„đ 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-
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summary: Basically youâre sorta of his boss, and He cannot stand you complimenting him. Why? Thatâs right! your boy, Roberts has a praise kink.
Youâre 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.Â
This also includes the Dispatchers of the Z-team. Unluckily, BB was out in the field right now so the new unlucky soul youâll 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.
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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 donât say anything about it.
On a dispatcherâs first day, youâd 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.Â
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, youâre documenting how Robert works with the team and to your surpriseâŠ
âJust like that⊠nicely done. Youâre really good at this.â 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.
âThat was a good comeback, I think weâll get along well.â youâd comment, mostly to yourself but you know he heard it.
àȘââŽ
Finally, it was the end of the first shiftâŠ
âGood job, doll. That was an amazing shift.â He doesnât really talk back, just nodding in response to you.Â
Someone urgently calls you over real quick. So you excuse yourself and step away from him.
àȘâ⎠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 canât focus for some reason⊠not to mention heâs 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 heâs a grown ass man not a little puppy that wants to be praised by pretty and genuinely kind people like you.
âHey Roberts, working hard or hardly working?â You joke, stepping closer so you can look over his shoulder. You were way too close for his comfort.
âIâm hardâ hard working. Ahem. Working hard. Sorry.â He coughs into his fist, awkwardly. Wow, that was a nice save.
âThatâs good to hear. I guess youâre ready for your next shift.â The way you donât sense his inner turmoil makes him feel slightly guilty.
âBefore I start my second shiftâŠyou donât have to compliment me all the time. I think youâve done enough.â He mumbles the last part. He cannot bring himself to meet your gaze.
âReally? Am I making you feel uncomfortable?â You tilt your head in confusion.
âNo. WellâNot⊠exactly. Itâs sorta hard to say.â Is he really gonna admit it?Â
âTake your time.â Your comforting smile doesnât falter.Â
âIâm sorry⊠I just. I get bothered when⊠You say all those nice things.â Heâs immediately cringing. He sounds so weird right now.
âWhen I praise you?âÂ
âYes pleaseâ I mean. Yeah. That.â He feels heat rushing to his face when he realises he let a bit of desperation slip in his words.
âIâm so sorry. Itâs because I enjoy it way too much. I canât concentrate.â And there it is⊠The first day at his new job and heâs already creating an HR violation.
âIs it a kink thing?â Kink?
âIâm not sure either⊠this is actually the first time that has happened to me.âÂ
âOh wow⊠Iâm flattered. Now that makes me wonder, if I can get you off from calling you a good boy.â Your voice lowers almost to a whisper.Â
He might be reading this wrong, but the words come out before he could stop them.
âI donât know. I guess weâll have to find out.â
Might write part 2, and it might have smut. never wrote smut so đ ANYWAYS.
Basically thinks theyâre flirting x thinks theyâre fighting⊠er trope. Itâs a lil OOC? I think. I also love me sum backstory so ye. If thereâs grammar mistakes I will try to fix it đ„
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.Â
And guess whoâs in that corny-named team? You.
You werenât sure what Blonde Blazer was expecting with this. Sure, more calls were being answered but the chaos that unfolded didnât overcome the benefits.
To be honest? It was just competition for everyone which created this hostile environment⊠that Blazer was totally A-okay withâ now you think about it, she probably didnât 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 youâre no snitch and your team is no better.
Youâd time yourself, making sure you would not collide with any of the Z-team members. After all⊠Everyone was such assholesâ 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 donât 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 oneâs gonna be in here so you enter confidently.
You peek through the small window as expected, and no oneâs here. So you head inside, making sure to close the door behind you.
Youâre humming a song, then you turn around. Just to see not one, but two of the members from the Z-team. Itâs Malevola⊠and fuuucking Sonar.
How did you not hearâ oh⊠thatâs right, portal powers. Ugh.
Both of themâ but mostly Sonar has been on your ass for days. Youâre 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.
âWhat? Got a problem?â He squints his eyes in question but you just shrug in response. You thought if you just ignored himâ
âWeâre the originals, bitch. Youâre in our place.â Oh great, heâs continuing.
âCool, so you want a gold medal or something?â 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, itâs cold AND itâs empty. You quickly add new water inside and turn it on.
You wouldâve just left long ago, but you really need coffee for the later shift.
âWe ran, so you guys can walk. You should be thanking us.â Sonar smirks, folding his arms. Is he still talking?
âThe only person I should and will be thanking is Blonde Blazer.â This time you glance at him, frowning slightly.Â
âWhy are you telling me all this anyway?â
âUhâ duh. Because you assholes are acting like you own the place, even now youâre using my creamer.â He huffs as he crosses his arms.
âWhat the hell are you talking about? This is mine.â You finally look at him with a raised brow, shaking the small container of dairy in between your fingers.
âDonât try to lie to a Harvard graduate. I can tell.â Heâs not even looking at what's in your hand.
âI dunno about that, but those are definitely dairy creamers, definitely ain't yours mate.â Malevola finally speaks up. Now heâs finally looking at the creamer in your hands.
âOhâ uh. Well! What about that time when you guys stole our missions?â Youâre about to go off, but you realised something.Â
âOh is this what itâs about? Trying to rile me up so I can give you my attention?â 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.
âWhat? NoââÂ
âTry not to get your dick caught on fire from how hard youâre jerking it to me tonight.â You walk out with the cup, flipping him off behind your back.Â
âI- you. Noâ ugh!â You closed the door before you could hear any more.
ââââââ ââ âââ
The break room fell into a silence when you left.
âSee? I told you they liked me. Ah⊠they know me so well.â Sonar turns to his best friend, grinning like an idiot.
âYeahâŠsure.â Malevola grimaces as she tries to resist the urge to facepalm.