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I DO NOT CONDONE REPOSTING/USING NY FANFICTION FOR ANYTHING. NO ONE HAS PERMISSION TO USE MY FICS FOR C.AI. FUCK OFF.
Just like all of you, Dispatch and it's characters have taken over my mind and that gives me the need to create content for the game. Thus, here we are!
I'm an autistic college student, with a semi-busy schedule- so uploads might be few and far between depending on how I'm going.
I write for all the heroes in the Phoenix Program (aka. Z-team), as well as Blond Blazer. As more chapters release more characters might join the roster.
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Requesting rules/boundaries
I only write x readers!! No ships (unless a poly x reader) are written here.
Queer and disabled readers are more than welcome here!!
Bigotry of any kind is NOT tolerated here, please do not interact .
Basic DNI applies to this profile (pedophilia, zoophilia, rape, etc.).
Smut requests are allowed, but please be warned I'm not good at writing, so it'll be very mediocre.
Please no "reader who's like (insert a character from another media)", I genuinely hate those. Personality traits can be requested though.
Plot in requests is preferred, requests with such will get priority when writing.
Platonic relationships between characters and reader are welcome.
Headcanons, blurs/short fics, and oneshots are welcome here.
Canon typical actions such as violence and language will be written here.
Yandere requests will NOT be written, and will be deleted when received.
I will not write for religion, maybe religious trauma but I am ignorant on a lot of religions, and do not care for them (atheist).
Extreme descriptions of reader are not welcome, so I can keep my writings to everyone.
I don't write anything about pregnancy.
If you have any questions, feel free to send in an ask, and I will get to it asap.
i think the whole z-team deserves some love! could i request gn!reader with a first kiss prompt? length and style is dealers choice but i would love separate works for each member. hope that made sense? and feel free to let me know if requests aren't available currently.
First Kiss
Z-Team x reader (separately)
Let's go with a quick little drabble for each! That's always fun (I usually get carried away and write paragraphs for everyone, let's see how short I can keep them)
I've got a few drafts that involve multiple or all of the Z-team, which might actually be posted before this one, who knows.
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I DO NOT CONDONE REPOSTING/USING MY FANFICTION FOR ANYTHING. NO ONE HAS PERMISSION TO USE MY FICS FOR C.AI. FUCK OFF.
Robert Robertson
It's late at the office, most people have gone home by now. It's just about empty except for your screen, bright and burning your eyes as you type away at a report. The thing wasn't due for a couple days, but it's better to get it done now than rush it later.
"Burning the midnight oil?" His sudden voice startles you, Robert swore he could see your skin almost make a run for the hills.
"Who even says that anymore?" You groan, swiveling around your chair to look at him. He's standing by the wall of your cubby, holding Beef in his arms like a baby.
"I do," he answers your rhetorical question, taking a couple steps over to half sit-half lean on your desk, "why are you here still?" The concern in his voice was prominent to you, the light from your computer reflecting in his eyes and making them seem more gentle.
"Just finishing a report," you turn to the computer and save the file, "but it can wait." The computer shuts down with a press of a button, and then the two of you are covered in darkness, except from the moonlight.
"Dinner?" He offers, watching you pack up your bag.
"Sounds good," when you turn to look at him you can't help but pause, "thank you." He looks so ethereal in the moonlight, you can't help but lean forward.
"No... No problem." It's obvious whatever you're feeling he's feeling too, as he leans forward a little and makes eye contact with you.
It's a quick peck, a test of the waters, but it felt amazing, you couldn't help but lean back in for another. He lets you, leaning himself in more to deepen it.
When you pull back you realize your hands were up on his shoulders, which you leave there because his warmth is comforting.
"I'll pay..." He mutters, almost as if he was out of breath.
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Sonar
Why did you even bother? It wasn't like you cared what he thought... Right?
Is something you find yourself asking as you get ready for your date. It's a casual date, just dinner at a restaurant that isn't super formal. Like an olive garden. But you still find yourself comparing shirts, which one would he like?
You're slipping in a shirt when the doorbell rings, and you're pacing to put it in and get there so he isn't kept waiting. The least you can do is let him in while you finish getting ready, have him sit on the couch for a little.
"Hey hottie." He greets you as soon as the door is open. When you give him a once over you see he's holding a candy bar.
"I didn't know what to bring..." He mutters, seeing you stare at it. "People give gifts on dates right? A bouquet felt so overrated."
"You didn't have enough to buy one." You state more than ask.
"I didn't have enough to buy one." He confirms, looking down in shame.
"All that talk about Harvard and being rich, can't even afford some flowers." You joke, letting him inside. He strolls in and sets the candy bar on the kitchen counter.
"Hey, I'll have you know I have thousands in crypto currency." He states, trying to save face from the embarrassment of the situation.
"Sure you do, sweetheart," patting his shoulder in a comforting manner you begin to lean on his side, "I believe you."
"So reassuring." The laugh he lets out after lets you know he isn't actually hurt about it, and finds it just as funny.
With a smile you rub his shoulder before standing up again.
"I need to finish getting ready. You stay here," you lean forward to give him a quick peck, "don't ruin my furniture." Then you turn around and head back to your bedroom to get your shoes on.
"Holy shit." He whispers.
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Flambae
"You see, it's an art." Flambae says, a dumb smirk on his face like he knows what he's talking about.
"Right..." You respond, taking a swig of beer. "Working out is an art, I totally get it."
While the sarcasm doesn't fly over his head like you'd think, he chooses to ignore it in turn for nodding like he was a genius.
"You get it!" He smiles, raising his beer up in cheers before taking a drink himself.
When he had invited you out to the bar, you had expected more from him. While it wasn't verbally agreed on as a date, you figured it was. Some drinks and more than friendly conversation with some flirting. Simple night, right?
He kept talking about random things, and while you loved that about him, you wished he'd stop for just a moment so you can get a little break from his nonsense.
"Actually, that reminds me!" He starts up again, setting his beer down on the bar counter so he can talk, but he doesn't get the chance.
You grab his shoulders and pull him toward you, pressing your lips against his. That shut him up real quickly, as he instead wrapped his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer.
When you part soon after, he's blue screening.
"Please shut up, just this once." You ask, pressing another kiss against him quickly before going back to your beer.
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Invisigal
The drive in theater was your idea, stealing the candy and popcorn was her idea, added together it made the perfect date. It's no secret she loved movies, albeit she hasn't seen many throughout her life, so why not show her some of the classics?
Mothra vs Godzilla was playing on the big screen, the sound playing through the speaker of your car as it plays on. It was still the beginning of the movie, so not much was misses.
"I got the goods," she appears outside your car, holding a bunch of stuff in her arms. You can count popcorn, drinks, and an ungodly amount of candy. "Let me in, it's cold as shit out here."
The door wasn't locked, but you make a show of leaning over the console to shove the passenger door open for her. Graciously she gets in and definitely doesn't drop a bunch of stuff onto the floor of your car, that you definitely won't have to pick up later.
"Shit, my bad." She mutters, trying to pick it up but only making the mess worse.
"Courtney," you say, and she looks up to you with a someone nervous face, "it's fine."
"I can clean it up-"
"I said it's fine," grabbing her hand, you pull her closer to you, "now watch the movie, it's a classic."
While she doesn't say anything else, after she nods to show she's listening and then leans in for a quick peck on your lips. It's over before it started, and her attention is immediately on the movie after. Though you can see the blush on her cheeks.
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CoupĂŠ
A stakeout wasn't exactly you're ideal date, but you'd take what you could get with her. It was obvious she wasn't the most romantic person ever, the vulnerable feelings of being in a relationship were not her forte, yet she still decided you were worthy of her love.
Sitting atop a car, you scrolled on your phone while she kept watch of the area. Honestly you didn't care about what she was doing, just happy to be along for the ride. The fact that she let you tag along meant a lot to you.
Though, you wish you brought a blanket or something, as you shivered from the cold. She insisted you both sit on top of the car, outside in the cold, but it was cold enough to seriously debate sitting inside of the car without her.
"Are you cold?" She asks, not at all turning to look at you, her eyes focused on whatever the target was.
"Just a bit, I'll be alright." You mutter, though the physical shiver that your body makes says otherwise.
"C'mere." She motions you over with her hand, patting the spot right next to her. Who are you to argue?
Scooching over to where she ordered you, she wraps her arm around you. You'd think that'd be it, but she directs your head with her arm towards her, turning so she can press a rough kiss on your lips.
"Better?"
"Y-yeah... Much better." You whisper staring at her as she faces forward again and continues her stakeout.
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Punch Up
The weekly tradition would be kept up, even after a horrible day. Especially after a horrible day, actually. You two talk into the shitty dive bar that's down the street from your apartment, and take the booth you two usually sit at.
"Rough day." He mutters, relaxing into the booth seats that are peeling for years of rough use.
"You're telling me."
"I am telling you." He waves a waitress over. Intentional or not what he said was funny, and you can't help but let out a laugh, to which he gives you a funny look.
"Nothing," you mutter, "It's nothing."
A waitress comes over and takes your drink orders, well, sort of. You've been there so many times that all the seasoned staff know what you guys get off the top of their head. You're embarrassed about it, while Colm seems proud of being known as a regular.
"I'm so tired." He sighs out before he takes a big chug of his beer, half of it gone in one big gulp. You'll never get used to it.
You hum in response, and take a sip of your beverage as well, eyes kept on him as you do so. There's a trail of beer running down from his mouth and onto his shirt, must've been a real rough day for him if he's being that messy of a drinker.
"I know something that could make your day better..." You drawl, taking another swig of liquid courage as he looks up at you with a questioning look.
Before he can properly ask what you mean, you set your drink down and swoop in, pressing your lips to his. He reciprocates, and it turns into a mini make out session.
"Definitely better now." He whispers when you pull back.
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Malevola
It was supposed to be a quick trip to the supermarket to get something for dinner, but of course Malevola couldn't make it easy. She's leading the cart you're pushing to different isles that have nothing to do with cup ramen and throwing stuff in it as she pleases.
"Who's gonna pay for all this? And you better not say anything about taxpayers or that it's owed to you." You groan, rubbing your hands over your tired eyes as she throws in another pack of cookies.
"Relax," she soothes, looking back at you with a smile before leading the cart down the aisle, "I got a big bonus at work for being on good behavior."
Somehow you don't believe her, but it's the best possible excuse she's ever used as far as you remember, so you let it go.
"Alright then.."
She continues her antics, though sometimes she turns around to show you different products to ask your opinion on what brand you like. For a demon, she's pretty caring about your preferences.
"How about these?" She shows you some candy in a bag, and before you can get a proper look, she throws them back on the shelf, "No, those have that texture you don't like. The grainy one, right?
It warmed your heart that she remembered that, and you smile when you nod at her. She looks so proud at herself for remembering, her chest puffed out and a triumphant smile gracing her face.
"I'm the best girlfriend ever." She says to herself, talking around the cart so she can wrap her arm around your shoulders. "Aren't I?"
"You sure are, I'm so lucky to have you." Humoring her ego boost, you lean into her and press a kiss over her cheek. She hums in response, and before you can pull away, she's pushing your head back in to place a kiss on your lips.
"Good girlfriends get real kisses." She mutters before pressing her lips against yours once again.
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Golem
It was good your living room as big, as it's where you spend most of your time with Bruno. He's currently laying on the floor and staring up at the ceiling while you eat some fruits.
"So, how's that new guy?" You ask, offering a big chunk of watermelon to him. He graciously accepts as he answers.
"He's fine, bit of a wuss but he'll be alright..." He leans his head against your legs in a small show of appreciation and comfort.
With a hum you go back to eating your fruit, no use in small talk with him. The comforting quiet that rests over you two is something that you've come to cherish, a norm for him due to not being talkative.
And so, it continues like that. The quiet being peaceful as you eat fruit and occasionally offer him some, though you know he's just waiting for you to be done so he can have the plastic tray the fruit came in.
"You have a good day?" He mutters, directing his attention to you instead of the ceiling. You're much nicer to look at then a ceiling in his opinion, though he'd never tell you that.
"It was good, yeah. Much better now that you're here with me." You smile and move to sit on the ground next to his head.
He adjusts his position to rest his head on your lap slightly, looking up at your face with a smile of his own.
"Good." Is all he can offer in return, but you appreciate it.
Leaning down, you press a kiss to his forehead and wrap your arms around his head, framing his face with your arms. A quiet purr comes from him from the warmth you're offering him, and he gives himself the confidence to very lightly press his lips to yours. It's difficult with his big form, but it works anyways.
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Prism
You were sitting in her bathroom, on the toilet, watching her do her makeup. Sleeping over always meant she'd make you stay with her all night and the next morning, this time was no exception.
"What do you think? Blue or red?" She holds out two different lipsticks towards you as she uses her other hand to blend her foundation.
"Uh..." Still groggy from sleep, you take the two from her and open them to look at the color, "I'm not sure..."
"Pick one, c'mon it isn't that hard sweetheart." She mocks, pushing your head lightly.
"Then you pick." And you'd think your response was shooting her with how repulsed she looked. Like the mere thought of her deciding was going to kill her.
"Absolutely not, I want you to pick." Her tone sounds mean, but you know she isn't at all mad. Just that morning fog you know she gets.
"Okay, fine..." You look down at the colors, then put the cap on the red one and hand her the blue one. "Here, your best color."
She seems satisfied with your answer, grabbing the open lipstick and applying it gently to her lips. It's a mesmerizing sight, and you've never wished you could be a lipstick more.
"Look good baby?" Her questions snaps you out of your daydreaming, making you look up at her as she purses her lips.
"Uh, yeah, looking amazing Ali." She scoffs at the nickname but smiles down at you anyways.
"Thank you, baby." She leans down and presses a kiss against your lips, then your cheek, then walks out of the bathroom to change her clothes. She doesn't tell you that her kisses left lipstick marks on you.
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No Waterboy or Phenomaman, sorry!
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I've been considering moving all of my work onto ao3, but I'm not too sure at the moment, anyone got opinions on that?
I'm sorry for what im about to say, but the whole thing about Phenomaman never being intimate with Blonde Blazer becouse of his genitalia makes my girl look borning as hell in bed. Phenomaman gets a pass science the whole being from a different planet thing, but her? Oral, 69-ing, fingering, boob job, the thing where a guy stick his dick between you'r thights and rubs you'r cunt with it, hell maybe even a foot job. My point stadns, if you really want to, you can. Bring this guy to me, I will rock his world.
A/N: i need more people to appreciate her and how obviously gay she is.. she loves fat girls, as the secretary of state for fat girl nation i can confirm it. please enjoy, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!
Tags: weight gain mention, chubby reader, insecurity, feederism if you squint kinda, oral/cunnilingus, body worship, fingering
Wordcount: 2.1k
People did not seem to think very highly of Malevola at all. She was, by definition, intimidating. Despite her rather mellow personality, people around SDN had rather unfavorable opinions. Rumors flooded around her, some that held a bit of truth. She had heard a few of them floating around, like the one about her using her portals to subtly spy on others, or the one about how she broke an ex-dispatcher's wrist after a nasty argument. One of those was true, but the other was a terrible lie. She would never spy on people without their knowledge!
The newest rumor surrounding her was a bit of a toss-up. There were about an equal amounts of truths and lies in the story people were telling about her. Well, her and you.
Your relationship with Malevola was constantly up for argument around the office. Some claimed you were friends, others bet on you two being lovers. In truth, it was a grey area. The attraction between you both ran deep, and naturally so; things of beauty belong together. A defined relationship, though? No. The title of what you were could stay a steady debate.
All that anyone knew for sure was that you both were always around each other and your personalities were horrifically different.Â
Malevola was cool confidence personified. The world could be constantly watching her and she wouldn't crack under pressure. You, on the other hand, felt lucky to be allowed to touch the ground beneath your feet. Self-image was a constant struggle for youâmaybe that's why you felt so drawn to her. She kept her head high and her back firm, and you found yourself nearly jealous of it. You wondered how she could be so sure of herself all the time. She sort of took you under her wing for a while. Tried to teach you confidence and self-love. Key word "tried."
You just couldn't grasp it. You were a ball of nerves and anxiety, and not for your life could you feel beautiful. Not without help. That's when Malevola started using other tactics to make you feel worthy.Â
She coddled you. She helped you pick out outfits for nights out, did your makeup in the office bathrooms before work, found you a cuter hero outfit than the basic bodysuit you afforded yourself, and took you out for drinks to teach you her 'unapproachable' act.
Most of all, she pampered you with treats. Things you used to deny yourself for fear of judgment. Candies, pastries, cookies, and confections of all kind were fair game. Nearly every morning, a sweet treat was waiting for you on your desk with an equally sweet, yet brief, note. That's where the nasty rumor kicked in.Â
You had gained a bit of weight from all her spoiling. Not a lot, nothing detrimental, but enough to be noticeable. And notice everyone did.
People came up with such cruel ideas. They seemed to think she was tricking you into gaining weight for evil reasons. To make herself look better next to you. To make you less appealing to men in the office. To manipulate you.
But none of it was true, she swore it. The real reason was far more selfish.Â
She did it because she liked how you looked. Well, that was why she continued to do it, anyways. She really was just trying to be kind at first, but then she saw the weight you put on. It went to your hips first, and filled you out nicely. Then your tits. Then your stomach plumped up to match the rest of your curves. Then your face softened. Oh, she was so weak! Giving into her own selfishness so quickly. She could not help herself, though.Â
She was obsessed.
Out of any of the people in the office, you always felt the most comfortable coming to Invisigal for advice. Of course, she often was less than gentle, but her brutal honesty was what you needed.
You had struck up a chat with her in the breakroom for some random reason or another and soon landed on the topic of your maybe-girlfriend.
"Visi, can you be unbiased for a second?" you asked, fiddling with your hands.Â
"Probably not." She was perhaps too honest, but you would take it. "Why, what's up?"
You sucked in a breath, trying to collect your ideas into a coherent thought. "It's about Malevola." You watched her teasing grin sour and gave her sleeve a gentle tug. "I know you two have your differences, but please. Unbiased, Visi, unbiased!"
"Fine. Well, what about her?"
"Do you think she likes me? I mean, we've been talking a lot, and we are always together, but she isn't very outspoken about it."
Oh, God, not this shit. She couldn't bear to see you like thisâfidgeting with your fingers and twirling your hair in anxiety. Deep down, she truly wanted nothing less than to ease your worries off completely, but she had her own reservations against Malevola. You were a friend, and she really disliked her anyways. Besides, she had caught wind of some gossip going around about the type of woman Malevola was and what she was possibly doing to you.Â
"Y'know, she's kind of a bitch. Don't you think she's, like, I dunno," her words trailed off, lips pursing.
"Think what? What do you mean?"
She shrugged and took a swig of whatever overly caffeinated drink she had. "Don't you think she's using you? I mean, think about it."
You wanted to tell her that was an awful thing to say, but she interrupted you, scowl deepening.
"Everyone is talking about it. You could get better than her ass anyways. You should to stay away from her, if you have any sense. She's trying to sabotage you. It's all anyone has been talking about since you've plumped up."
Okay, ouch. There was that overly cruel honesty that you hated needing. A part of your heart ached at the idea that everyone could see how much you had gained. You weren't oblivious, you could see the scale tipping upwards, but was a few pounds really that noticeable? It hurt your little confidence more than you wanted to admit.Â
Badly.Â
Coming into work was suddenly very difficult for you. You knew it was childish, but you did not want anyone to see you. Maybe if you called out sick for a few days, everyone would forget about it. Though, as soon as you came back, they would just get back on with their chatter. It all felt so pointless.
You let yourself stew in pity for a day or two. Called Robert with some made up lie about a chest cold, enough to keep you home but not enough to be worried about. You barely got off of your couch, let alone brushed your hair or changed out of pajamas. Everyone probably thought you looked like trash anyways, why not rock it out and look like the mess they called you?Â
The only thing that disrupted your pity party was that Malevola blew your phone up. As soon as she noticed you weren't in the office, she shot you a text. Then before a mission, a voicemail hit your inbox. Then a missed FaceTime at lunch. And another text. Then it all happened again the next day!Â
You couldn't bother messaging or calling back. You felt betrayed. You knew Visi wasn't exactly the most trustworthy source, but she was a friend, and if she said you were being taken advantage of, well, you weren't one to ignore a warning like that.
You came back to work eventually, since you were an adult with bills to pay. Plus, you only got so many free sick days! The SDN was already pretty skimp with your checks, you couldn't afford them to dock you because you missed work on days you were not actually sick on.
Your desk was stacked. Your entire cubicle practically smelled like a berry danish. You knew exactly who left it all, of course, but you refused to give in. You wouldn't touchâno. You wouldn't even look at what all she left you.Â
If she wanted to play with your feelings, then she could try, but you wouldn't be a pawn.Â
"Did I get the wrong flavor, love?"
You stiffened in your chair, heating an overly familiar voice. Malevola. Nobody else had such a soft, calming tone.Â
"You haven't touched a thing. Thought there'd be at least something you'd like, no?"
You stared at your computer screen, refusing to look at her. You felt so stupid, staring at a blank document on your laptop, pretending to be busy so you wouldn't have to face your feelings.
"Not hungry," you mumbled, making up some breakfast-aligned excuse.Â
Malevola leaned against your cubicle's wall, her arm easily reaching over its expanse. "Right, right. Sure you don't want to at least try? I scored you some pretty nice things from that bakery you like. Got there extra early."
You resisted the urge to look up at what was on your desk. It smelled like buttery heaven, whatever it was. Instead, you swiveled around in your chair and faced her, eyes struggling to keep hold with her.Â
Voice wavering, you spat, "Why are you doing this?â
Malevolaâs brow arched ever so slightly. âDoing what?â
âYou know what I mean,â you pressed, voice shaking. âAll of this. The food. The notes. Theââ you gestured vaguely at the pile of pastries, ââthe all of it! Everyoneâs been talking, okay? Theyâre saying things about you."
"What about me, love?"
You hated that word now. The way it rolled off her tongue made you feel small, like you were something she could pick up and put down whenever she wanted.
âTheyâre saying youâre trying to," you paused, not exactly sure what everyone thought, "to use me. To make me look bad. So you look better." The longer you spoke, the less you believed. It sounded unworldly immature, but the hurt you felt was still real.
For a long, silent beat, Malevola just looked at you. Really looked at you. Her usual mask of cool confidence didnât vanish, but it softened. When she finally spoke, her tone was low and careful. âDo you believe them?â
You wanted to say no. The answer was, in fact, no. You just couldn't, though. "Why shouldn't I? Why would you keep doing this knowing it's made me sâso," your words cut off between soft sobs, "so ugly? I didn't want to believe it, but everyone sees it, so it must be true. I let myself becomeâ"
"Fucking gorgeous."
You felt her big, strong arms wrap around your body, lifting you out of your chair. You struggled a bit, not realizing what was happening until she sucked you down into one of her portals.
"Open your eyes. It's important you watch closely."
The women's bathroom at work would not have been your first choice, but when Malevola had you bent over the sink like this, you couldn't complain. You could complain, however, about how she kept insisting you watch yourself in the mirror in front of you.Â
"This is embarrassing," you whined, cracking an eye open.Â
"Just trust me. Take it all in, see what I see," she said, still crouched down behind you, pumping her fingers into your cunt at a steady rhythm.
Immediately, you saw your tits. They were pressed together between your arms, pushed out in a rather nice display. You had to admit, going up a couple sizes wasn't the worst thing that could've happened. You noticed that your dresses seemed to fit nicely with your slightly larger bust.Â
You saw your tummy as it hung under your arched back. You hated how soft and plush it had become, felt it was an eyesore. Now, though, all you felt was a warm coil burning in your belly, sizzling with pleasure at Malevola's tongue. You gasped, feeling her work in tandem with with fingers, using one hand to bend you further and the other to wreck your hole.Â
Finally, you let your eyes trail back up to your face. You hated how soft it had become, how full your cheeks and jaw were. But now? With Malevola pulling the most blissed expressions out of you? You hardly paid that any attention. You saw the crinkling of your brow and the dripping of your eyes. You saw your tongue fall out of your mouth with a pant when she curled her fingers particularly well. You saw desperation, and for the first time in a long time, beauty.Â
You lathered yourself in it. For once, you felt beautiful. Loved. With a final groan, you came. The softness of your thighs tremble under the pressure of your orgasm, but it didn't bother you. Your stomach pushed against the side of the sink and your tits squished together, and it still didn't bother you.Â
All you could focus on was how good you felt, and how much you loved your girlfriend. Your official girlfriend.
Reader laying on Sonars shirtless chest, they start running their hand through his fluff, scratching softly.
"What are you doing weirdo?"
"Is this technically hair or fur?"
"I don't know isn't it the same thing just on different body parts?"
"I guess" They go to move their hand to his side, he grabs it without saying anything and moves it back.
There is no cuddling without scritches! If they scratch his cheek his tongue pops out.
(I like the HC his chest and shoulders are covered in fluff and wanted to share)
Yes! I absolutely love when people draw or talk about him with hair/fur all over his body, that man is a bear in spirit with how much body hair he has!!
ŕŞââ´ synopsis: messy makeouts are the cure to your boyfriends jaded soul.
ŕŞââ´ contents: established relationship, suggestive, the suit stays on, slight nipple play, clothed sex, kinda sweet, my smut is rusty, sorta short, I need him oml, 18+
ŕŞââ´ idk man heâs turned me feral ig. hope you enjoy my loves!
âBabe- fuck- if youâre gonna grind on me fucking do it, stop with the teasing.â His words come out all gruff and muffled against your jaw as his gloved hands squeeze at your ass, pressing you down against him with a choked noise that catches pathetically in his throat.
âI donât wanna ruin your suit,â you reply sweetly, as if you hadn't imagined this exact scenario the first time you had seen him in it. he chuckles faintly at your words, knowing damn well how dirty your mind is despite the cute little innocent act you had going on.
Robert reaches a hand up to curl his fingers around your jaw, pulling you closer to him until his lips press against yoursâ grinning against your mouth as you wiggle a little on his lap, hands grasping at his shoulders.
âYou think I care about the damn suit right now?â
You go to answer, but he only kisses you deeper, tongue pushing past your lips, fingers slipping into your hair before murmuring: ârhetorical question, sweetheart. I donât care, just keep moving your hips.â
And you do, grinding your clothed cunt down against his hard-on with a broken little moan that makes his head spin. your arms curl around his shoulders as his hands drop back down to your hips to guide you a little harder against him.
âThere you go, just- fuck- just like that, baby.â He grunts, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the side of your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to give him more space, whispering out his name breathily when he sucks at the underside of your jaw.
He needed this after todayâs shit show, just a little TLC from youâ and god knows he could spend hours like this with you all around him smelling like vanilla and so incredibly warm, he needed to feel you, your bare skin, so he quickly tugs his gloves off, throwing them onto the floor to run his hands all over your curves, rough palms tracing over your waist and up along your back.
âYouâre so soft, so pretty.â He whispers against your mouth before pulling back just to lift your shirtâ his shirtâ over your head. His lidded gaze drinks you all in with a boyish grin, like he was proud of himself. âso fuckinâ pretty,â he drawls out, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.
âAh!- Robert-" you gasp when he pinches the hardened peaks, and you arch into his calloused palms with a broken whimperâ giving a lazy roll of your hips that makes him writhe needily beneath you.
âwanna see you- need to-â
Your fingertips clumsily brush along his stubbled jaw, slipping under his mask and pushing it off his head. his freckled cheeks are slightly flushed, and his hair is all tussled, even more so when you run your fingers through it, coaxing a sigh from him.
âMissed you.â your words instantly soften something inside him, then your peppering warm kisses against his cheeks, and he just melts completelyâ arms wrapping around you like youâre the only thing grounding him⌠and in some way, yeah, you were.
âmâhere now, baby, not going anywhere,â he promises, breath fanning over your collarbones, sloppily kissing back up your neck to your mouthâ his lips slick with a mixture of your spit and his, all red and kiss-bitten. âIâm here.â
You clench around nothing as you rock down against his hard cock that is strained against his suit, the rough texture of it rubbing perfectly against your clothed clitâ the cotton fabric of your panties completely drenched, leaving a filthy wet patch where youâre grinding desperately. your fingers tug at his hair, which only makes him jolt and buck under you making all sorts of needy moans that only encourages you to move.
The kiss is hot, wet, with his tongue licking into your mouth and his teeth nipping at your bottom lipâ swallowing back all your whines whilst his hands grope at you, fingers sinking into the fat on your hips almost bruisingly.
âGonna make a mess on me, huh?â come on baby, câmon.â you can tell by the strain in his gruff voice that he was close, the way he tucks his face into the warm crook of your neck, panting hotly.
He mouths lazily at your collarbones as you practically soak his lap with a whiny: âYeahâ Robbie, comingâ fuck, mâcoming.â and he follows embarrassingly quick after you, coming in his underwear and ruining his suit even more than it already wasâ a very warm and sticky mess pooling wetly between you.
Your thighs twitch at either side of his own, and you collapse against his chest with a shuddering breath whilst his fingers run soothingly through your hair, trailing along your spine.
âYou alright?â he asks breathlessly. you respond with a nod, and he grins against your shoulder, âbed?â
Not a request just a thought share, while on dates Sonar is surprisingly gentlemanly albeit a bit sassy. He's pulling out your chair, he's holding the door and you're getting his jacket if you're cold. Is he horny? Yes but if you're equally horny you're getting treated like a queen! Although you might get called a loser at least once.
While Sonar yearns to be sappy and romantic, being a douche runs in his veins.
Can't go a single date without saying something rude at least thrice, (he says it all while holding your hand or doing something affectionate).
Whether you're horny or not he's gonna treat you right, but he's always got his fingers crossed that his good behavior gets you in the mood, that's just how he is. And you all love him for it.
Sweet body language but fucks it up every other time he opens his mouth. Eg. Spoons at night and hugs you from behind while cooking but then plenty of "Let me do it/read it for you I went to Harvard"
Seemingly asks to help with your bags "let me carry those for you" and grabs your tits, helps eventually.
And you both laugh at each other when you trip, nearly pissing yourself while helping the other up.
You end up pulling him into your neck during cuddles so he doesn't ruin the nice moment and shutting him up with kisses, it works.
Thoughtful in a way, you get given a flower he saw outside in your favourite colour then asks "So am I getting laid tonight?"
Just throwing around ideas, there's a weird but strong chemistry brewing in my brain.
Not a request just a thought share, while on dates Sonar is surprisingly gentlemanly albeit a bit sassy. He's pulling out your chair, he's holding the door and you're getting his jacket if you're cold. Is he horny? Yes but if you're equally horny you're getting treated like a queen! Although you might get called a loser at least once.
While Sonar yearns to be sappy and romantic, being a douche runs in his veins.
Can't go a single date without saying something rude at least thrice, (he says it all while holding your hand or doing something affectionate).
Whether you're horny or not he's gonna treat you right, but he's always got his fingers crossed that his good behavior gets you in the mood, that's just how he is. And you all love him for it.
nothing better to do
robert robertson x gn!reader (fluff)
synopsis: you get injured on the job
m.list / wc: 881
   thereâs only one thing worse than being injured in the middle of the shift, and thatâs having to sit in the infirmary for hours on end. you heal quicker than most, but when your leg was broken in multiple places and the culprit was still robbing the place, it didnât leave much time to recover. forced to be carried by coupe back to base (who still hasnât gotten her flying license, but robert figured it would be fine this once), you grumbled at the sight of the infirmary.
  and it didnât help when every member of the team made their way through your room, joking about how your foot looks a little off center now. youâd roll your eyes unceremoniously, calling them all some unsavory insult and then watching them leave for an emergency. you hate the feeling of pity being pointed at you, which even if they didnât outwardly say it, you could see it in their eyes.Â
  grabbing your phone, thereâs little to no notifications, the stale black background reflecting back your broken nose and bruised jaw.
  â- you look worse for wear,â a voice echoes through the room, garnering your attention from your phone.Â
  looking up past the device, you can see robert, legs crossed as his side presses against the door frame. âhave you come here to crack some jokes too? because i donât have the brain capacity to deal with that, and besides, shouldnât you be leading the b-team out there?â you set your phone back down on the desk, furrowing your eyebrows at his presence.
  his arms cross in front of his chest, head tilted slightly like heâs studying you. beef settles in behind his legs, sniffing the air. your eyes widen as he continues to stare you down, unwilling to stand down from the attitude youâve built. âno, i assume youâve heard them all. and also no, everyoneâs gone home for the evening,â robertâs voice rings through your ears for more time than youâd regularly like, your chest bubbling with annoyance as you can feel another lecture coming.Â
  âso are you going too? not like you can do much for the next hour or so,â you stare down at your leg, watching as the bruises slowly dissipate from your skin.Â
  âi figured you might want some company. itâs not like you can get up and get anything from the vending machine,â robert raises his eyebrows, stepping into the room, letting beef follow him closely behind.Â
  you take a second to study him back, noticing the small scars he has on his neck and the space where his shirt is unbuttoned, âfeels a little bit like a joke, robby.â
  he looks back at you, stopping at the foot of the makeshift cot youâre on. beef excitedly comes to the side of the cot, jumping up to set his paws against the top, tongue sticking out as his tail wags. leaning forward to pick him up, your body aches at the movement, a groan escaping your lips.Â
  ârobby? didnât take you as a nickname person. felt like youâd say something like âasswipeâ or any other iteration of that,â robert leans down to pick beef up, resting him against your side, keeping eye contact with you for far too long.Â
  shrugging your shoulders, your neck carries a dull pain, branching out through your biceps. looking back down at beef, âi felt like trying something new. at least itâs better than bobby, or whatever sonar comes up with. bob is even worse i think, takes your sad cat energy and gives you more of a divorced middle aged dad energy.â
  âsad cat energy? i would say iâm a rather lively individual.â
  âyou literally have a hole in your ear like a street cat that fights for the last piece of pizza in a dumpster⌠no offense.â
  âadding no offense to something doesnât just take the offense away,â he reminds you, sitting on the foot of the cot, pressing his hand against the fabric to keep his body up, âand besides, i have nothing better to do, no offense.â
  rolling your eyes, you look away to keep yourself from laughing. you never talked to robert much while not on the job, his speeches and constant notes rattling through your mind. but every conversation heâs apart of, heâs able to keep up, pulling as many punches as the next person. âyou donât seem like the type to anyways.. so, you mentioned the vending machine?âÂ
  âyeah, if you have any money on you.â
  âyou think i keep wads of cash in-â
  âiâm messing with you, what do you want? and donât say anything meat flavored because beef will take you down for it. heâs rather strong,â robert reaches into his back pocket to grab his wallet, his free hand petting the top of beefâs head.Â
  âoh yeah heâs definitely a fighter, but i need anything sweet. iâm worried iâll go back to my villainous ways if i donât get a bag of m&ms soon,â you purse your lips, eyebrows curving inwards as you attempt to give him the sadest appearance ever.Â
  robert, pushes off of the cot, getting to his feet, âyeah yeah, itâd be a real shame if i couldnât hear your annoying ass voice in my head every day.â
Slobbing on Flambaeâs fat chest after work because life cold nipple warm. He hatessss it (lovingly), calls you a mommy-issues-bitch every time (while tugging on your hair), and REFUSES to admit it makes him want to nut his pants. Fuckinâ baby. Whenever you cockwarm him youâll find your head being nudged and his suit being pulled ever so slightly to the side, nooooo fault of his if you want to be a weirdo and give them a tweak.. Not like heâll cum inside or anything..
