#coupe x reader

[kurara-black-blog]

Robert: Now listen here, you little shits–!

Robert: Not you, Y/N, you're an angel and we're all thrilled you are here

[argentimybeloved]

Low-key. Imagine being like the nurse/doctor for the SDN. Maybe also being an ex-villain but deciding to use some medical knowledge to heal (or maybe your powers help you)

But you're a big fan of who the ex-villains are. Like you're casually trying to work when THE Prism comes in and you have to help her. Of course you do, it's your job and they need to be healed up for their next mission.

But then imagine when they start getting merch of their hero status. Flambae plushes, Waterboy pins, Malevola stickers. The works. You buy them all, you're still a fan after all. What kind of fan would you be if you still didn't support them as a hero?

Maybe your bag is covered in the pins, the pen you use to note down what happened has has a mini figurine of them on top. The notebook is absolutely plastered with stickers of them. And they notice it. You could try to hide it but they notice it and oh how honoured they are that their favourite medic seems to like them just as much as they do. (Or they're absolutely embarrassed and is eternally dying inside from finding out you bought merch of them, THEM)

(Bonus points: If it's actually mechaman you're a fan of and you're just ranting to Robert about how much you like him and how cool the hero is when you're trying to heal him. Not knowing he is mechaman. Bros just laying there nodding along like "yeah yeah he's so cool" - Imagine how embarrassing it is to find out you ranted about the love you have for the hero TO THE HERO)

[miyaz6ki]

⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " i need a doctor, oooh!" dispatch x gn! reader, all fluffy/sfw, yes this is inspired by those old animatics if you wanna know the title inspo! || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, sonar, royd, flambae, malevola, prism, waterboy, punch up, coupe, x gn! reader

⋆˚࿔ cw: fluffy stuff & character has a huge crush on reader, blood/scar mentions, reader is a doctor/nurse!

⋆˚࿔ synopsis. they're head over heels for the doctor who saved their lives. literally.

⋆˚࿔ wc: ~4k ; not proofread, might be ooc!

robert didn't know what it was about you, but you know, bandages and all- he was just another stupid idiot in love. your first encounter? was... um.. very awkward, as awkward as those cheesy highschool romances.

you were carrying a large stack of medical supplies to a point where your arms were a little unsteady with your grasp barely holding onto the eighth first aid kit while trying to transfer it all towards your clinic that was right next to the cubicles.

"you uh... need any help?" he was refilling coffee when he peered around the corner to see where the small grunts were coming from because it was not someone he recognized... at least by name. because he knew who you were; just never got what he needed to call out to you.

"uh... huh? n-no! it's okay, thank you." you politely decline, not wanting to bother any of the other of his colleagues or heroes with work as simple as carrying bandages and aid kits back and forth.

"here wait, lemme get that for you." you hadn't noticed a few rolls of bondage fell to the floor, but when it got to your attention it was on the floor, so was everything else―

"wait, no ne- oh fuck!" you exclaimed under your breath, picking up everything you could, but he already had a whole bunch sitting on his arm without effort, lifting it up slowly as he collect the cones on the floor, accidentally brushing his hand against yours,

...

"i.. err.. sorry for... for―" "it's nothing, you're the only nurse around aren't you? might as well help when i can." woah, he sounded so confident. total opposite of what he was thinking. honestly the type to accidentally bump into the wall beside the door of your office and plays it off as a joke. spoiler: it wasn't, he was just staring at you. proper name place name backstory stuff ahh

blonde blazer was the first person you bumped into while trying to find your way around. but.. was it normal you got to bump into each other so often during work hours?

...

was she dodging her hours to eat strawberry shortcakes with you?

...

maybe...

"oh my gosh, this one is made with french dough! it tastes amazing... don't you think?" you were delighted as you lifted a spoonful into your mouth, strawberries, cream, and all. you were eyes closed humming in happiness, but where was mandy looking? you of course.

her mouth was slightly agape, watching how ecstatic you were discussing the different flavors you could taste in each dessert made her feel all warm inside.

she couldn't help that feeling grow, even whenever she dropped by your office with a 'severe injury' (a few scratches and a bruise made by the boxes she had to carry) from her oh-so hard labor job... of course she needs the very nice cute cool and great doctor of the workplace....

"you've been getting hurt a lot recently, are you sure that you're getting enough rest?" you shook your head in disapproval while wrapping her arm in white thin cloth. hopefully covering up anything that might cause her too much trouble to rest for the moment. "huh? oh... yeah got it."

you arched a brow, listing 'spacing out more than usual' as a note to your in-the-progress diagnosis due to suspicion she was coming down with something mental.

well, she kind of was. i mea, her eyes were under hypnosis whenever a certain somebody passed by, you just never noticed who...

but lovesick wasn't an illness you've studied before.

invisigal tended to hang around people she 'disliked' more than the ones she was on okay terms with. and one of those she didn't have her taste accustomed to was you; you never bothered with her, but still made time to keep an eye on her own injuries, small and big. what is with you, are you weird?

"you.. don't have to do that or whatever you know." her eyes rolled as you tugged her arm near, letting a hiss out at your grasp. "fuck! not too hard, doc!" exclaiming with anger in her tone, laced with sincerity... you knew your knowledge well enough she was just putting a strong output to keep her input together.

"you are injured, please realize that, courtney." - "it's invisigal, bitch!"

rolling you eyes, you could care less about 'formality' in terms of calling heroes by their hero names, you were used to calling patients by their actual names, and the higher ups gave you said sobriquets- make use of it why don't you!

"..." "..." the silence between you was extremely awkward, at least for her, with tension building as you go. her voice comes out as hostile when you apply ointment onto the open wound. your fingers were gentle, she chatted in malice. was it even a conversation if you didn't reply?

"there, all better." you blow on the bondaged part of her arm, sighing of relief. "i didn't... i didn't need your help." "well it's my job to."

and that's what she liked about this, about you. about this chase... it's the fact you weren't afraid to give back the same energy, is that what made her dream about you all the more than she already did by default?

sonar's words always lingered for a little while longer than usual, especially since he never even hung around people enough for them to last a good amount of time to process what he does speak.

"hey, doc. you mind?" he was simply taking a sip of coffee, unlocking the door with ease as he took a seat on the couch in front of your desk. your head tilts to peer over your desktop computer— ah, it was sonar.

"hello, victor. is it the wounds on your back?" you questioned like it was the simplest thing in the world, and although in pain; he nodded to confirm, trying to play it off as just nothing (even if you saw right through it).

maybe that's what made him magnetize towards you, your presence in it as itself... you were one to keep up, and he liked that. he wanted that.

badly.

"hey, doc. again—" "new ones? my god, maybe I should tell them to assign you less dangerous acts." your concern was genuine, like it was for everyone else, but come on, who doesn't feel a little fuzzy inside when someone shows care for another.

and the chance you both get alone time..? it's all for your nerdy yap about all that science-y shit he learned back at harvard... do note that he is aware how to fix all his wounds easily, maybe even better than you—but he chooses to not.

maybe you know why now.

you weren't even sure how he had gotten hurt, royd is not an easy man to scratch, especially with all the muscle built around his own frame. biceps enough to crush your average human, and probably could've become a great hero if given the chance..

"aye, doc. is it alright if ya know.." he nudges your arm as he slides over his palm, a large scratch that extends from below his index finger over to the very edge of his wrist.

"now how did this happen?" — "well ah, you se-" — "again. you better be careful around those fax machines, royd, otherwise you'll be here for the rest of week. or worse: at home."

you had a slight tease in your tone as he shook his head, playing into the whole ordeal—"you believe so? I guess I must stay on bedrest, since doc says.." he laughs loudly, while you return his chuckles all the same. you felt a smile naturally grow around him, he could say the same about you.

he knows he was pretty social, but he never got the chance to nerd out this much to anybody... and maybe that was the first thing that made him start to slip, and fall (into your arms).

you listened, you always listened. not to mention how you made sure to take care of everyone else all while keeping everything in check for every heroes' health.

it was just in his nature to fall for someone who cared. even if it was in their job description to.

flambae made often trips to your office, I mean, he started finished fights that just magically happened inside the bars he went to, catching on fire was normal, whether or not it was him or the other person in the heat.

usually it was him BUT he did not do anything to trigger anyone! (or so he claims).

"chad... you cannot keep getting into fights." you simply stated, not a question, not a suggestion, it was you setting out rules for him disappointedly like a parent to a child.

"says who? fighting is in my blood, aziza." — "if you burn your eyebrow hair off one more time you won't grow them back anymore." — "are you serious?!"

the utmost seriousness left your throat before snorting into a series of laughs. shrugging it off as no, "no, but please reduce your quarrels. it adds onto my work... when it could be easily avoided."

"I guess since doc said so, I'll try my best, yes?" he hums jokingly, nodding along before slouching more onto the couch.

he was more forward than the others, he was fine with you knowing he was a little more than just into you, and was completely fine with it. you were adorable, you cared, and you were funny. you could match him,

and fuck you couldn't just find that shit anywhere. especially in this economy!

malevola felt naturally attracted to you, like it was the easiest thing in the world. the portal opening up in your office? seems like she just got off work, in fact! most of your regulars greeted malevola as if she was apart of your clinic.

talking to you felt like honey dew, it just melted into the moment, she didn't have to pretend or try too hard to impress you or anything. god she didn't even have to be impressive, she could just be herself with you in the room, and she really liked that.

#needthat LOL

not even like she needs to get anything to wrap her wounds up―because she didn't gain any. but she did love to help you in times of supply restoration! yes she was already carrying the five boxes mentioned in the delivery truck's invoice,

"you sure you can carry that, vola?" you didn't even look up from your checkboard as you ticked off supplies she had already moved in. "all good, love, just check the shit off―i got it." confidence and softness mixed in her cheeky grin as she ran off to place it into the storage room.

"she's been at that for an hour or two now, you sure she ain't tired doc'?" colm asked with accent decored through his words, a hand on his hip as he watches the demon sprint back and forth from the truck towards the main building while alice, mandy, and colm watch nearby you.

"...i mean, her body doesn't seem to tire at all at this pace. besides, this contributes to her endurance training."

all she asks for? well, a cup of coffee or two would be nice.

prism felt at ease around you, not having to hold back her words, knowing you wouldn't judge anyways. you stayed quiet, nodded and listened, then added on a few of your own 'judgements' too.

"i mean, i just don't get it! all them people out there talk about me being too loud as if they don't do the same." — "people are just hypocrites, be as loud as you'd like here." and that? that was what caused a small, very subtle show of teeth to be seen for just a single moment. you get it, she loved that you get it!

whenever she had to rant, she always went to you, face on her knuckles as she gazed up to seeing you... wow were you always that cute?

"and then she like..." ... "—alice? hello? i'm still listening." "sorry what?"

you stared for a bit, deadpan before stating "you paused, i hope you are aware i am still avidly listening even if it is not as clear as i'd like for it to be." she... she's never been told that to be frank, and god did it feel good to know she had someone to be an ear for her.

i mean, no, she's totally normal whenever people said they loved her music, as they should—but... it was different. people always just left her on heard, or let her talk for more than ten minutes without them needing to talk as well.

yes she loves herself a good listener, thank god you were.

so, just know her next release just might, MIGHT, be titled after an inside joke you two made up about one of your clients/her coworkers :)

waterboy... well it was pretty often herman would get hurt while on the job, he was prone to it, so he ended up your regular, and THE regular who came by the most. whether it'd be from a cat scratching him, or literally his own power... yes, he gets hurt by water. no i don't know how but what happens, happens.

and no judgement in your clinic, especially when you were the one cleaning up his skin before it gets any worse. but what could be more attractive than someone who could nonstop talk about how he should be more careful when out on the job, AND can tie a tie. i mean, you were the whole package (his standards are low, he just wants to be loved).

"s-sorry, i know you're busy, i didn-" — "herman, you tried your best, do not apologize." your tone was stern, and set on allowing him to feel fine about getting damage, not everyone is immune to pain, and that was fine.

he knows its your job to, but god you looked amazing when you did. was it so bad he found someone working hard as fuck, and was damn good at it attractive? no, not at all,

"did you take the meds i prescribed yesterday?" — "yeah! y-yes! i did!" he smiled whenever you talked to him first in your clinic, yes he knows its in your job description but let a man dream!

and you know what, he did stop getting hurt so much, yet... still made the same amount of trips he usually did.

but so what, it was in your job description right!

punch up was pretty helpful around your office. especially on things that needed heavy lifting; like clients that were gravely injured- he would carry them over to you, and act as an assistant to most cases you had. like he knew every single tool... he wasn't even a doctor!

but you know what he was? a yearner.

spent a week gathering information on each tool, and spent a month helping you out to get used to it, but something he wasn't accustomed to? being the one on bedrest.

he hadn't even realized how much he cared when he saw you did.

"what is wrong with you?! you think you can just throw your life away?!" you yell as you worked onto a very open wound carefully, taking out the bullets gently out his arm—"fuck! i said i was sorry,"

"sorry won't cut it! can't you see i care? your team cares? we all care! don't you dare just leave because you feel the need to—" you went on and on about how he should not be freely giving death another soul to take, but him? he was just stuck in a trance,

stuck staring at you.

"you're amazing, doll..." "what the hell did you just say colm?!"

coupe had ended up becoming close to you while exchanging a few glaring, sarcastic insults to one another, sparking more conversations between you both all while assisting you in your office, whether it'd be arranging your things for you,

getting coffee... andddd... keeping an eye on your sleep schedule. she knew more than anything that sleep was important, one night she discovers how true her feelings were in spite of the sarcasm that followed when she spoke to your face.

"name..." nudging your shoulder using her wing as she stood a little further from you. "name..." another hushed whisper enters your ear, thinking it's just apart of your dream... "doc!" - "—whuh.. what?"

you had nodded off while making a diagnosis on one of the office workers who were looking for a reason behind the voices in their head, the coffee cup beside you had been finished over, and over, and over again.

"jan... what are you doing here so late..." — " doc, it's morning already. office hours up." — "well, shit."

her hand was already massaging your scalp as she sighs turning to a smile, a small scoff paired with it. "i know just a bit about first aid, if you'd like i could take over for a while." "i guess that'd be great."

before she knew it, you already passed out onto the desk once more, giving coupe a chance to bring you over to your couch at the very least... tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear,

eyes widening before- "what the hell am i doing."

[fangstifi3d]

im gonna be FEINING for them DELICIOUS, SCRUMPTIOUS dispatch x reader fics that are finna pop up

[dispatch-my-nuts]

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.

Masterlist 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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Coupé

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?

[munchy6689]

From the start.

Neglectful! Batfamily x merfolk! Reader x Dispatch

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, and Divider credits.

Cw: probably inaccurate oyster biology. Idk might really piss an oyster lover off (I get real mad when people confuse seals for sea lions, so idk felt it was important) also probably inaccurate 24 year old

• You never felt fully safe in Gotham.

• Was it the crime? Sorta, but not exactly.

• Was it Batman and his robins? No, for years you'd admired them. Well, there was one thing that scared you.

• Then he showed up. Who? Signal.

• What scared you about Gotham was the metahuman hate. Why? You were technically a metahuman.

• You were an oyster. You had a shell, but you hid it and wandered around without it.

• Your hair shined like a pearl would, and so do your eyes.

• Since you were so often out of your shell you made a lot of pearls.

• You cried pearls it was quite a strange sight. If it had been a while since you cried you'd have pretty big pearls pop out.

• You got adopted into the Wayne household a long time ago and never really fit into place.

• You're older than Tim by a few years being 24 and all.

• You had actually found out who Bruce was at 16 which let you figure out the rest of the family.

• You stayed in the manor for a while. When you were 16 you said you'd leave Bruce and the rest the day you turned 18.

• You stayed though, why?

• No one cares also, Bruce is a billionaire, why leave when you can leech off him for a bit longer?

• Bruce and the rest of the family never acknowledged you, but that was okay!

• You had a walk-in closet big enough to hide your shell, you had a stash of pearls you could sell when needed, and you had a decent enough phone.

• What you were missing was a hero to look up to.

• A part of you wanted a hero without powers to look up to like you had done to Batman before you found out he was your father.

• So who did 16 year old you turn to? 24 year old mechaman.

• Two years pass and you're still admiring Mechaman, is it the daddy issues? Probably! Either way, you're still there.

• You wanted something other than Gotham, Justice leagues, and heroes near you.

• Your gaze shifted to California. SDN called for you. They had diversity, they didn't mind what Gotham labeled as metahumans, you fit in enough!

• Plus being a hero nerd in Gotham has some advantages! It helped you learn who'd be dispatched where!

• Why not be a hero yourself? You've been a sheltered billionaire's kid for a while now! Your shell? All in all pretty weak! It was strong enough, but still!

• So at 24 after saving up your own money, easy when you live with a billionaire who'll throw money at his problems to make them go away, and a few more pearls you move out and head to California.

• You did not buy the luxury apartment you wanted, why? You were living on your own money. And SDN probably wouldn't pay a new hire enough for that.

• Later that day you turn on the news while unpacking only to hear Mechaman was stepping down. The reporters were being dicks about it too! Okay, maybe you were heavily biased.

• finally it's Friday! Interview day. You head in to find a very wet white boy, and mechaman.

• You of course sit down and introduce yourself, not as a Wayne. You used your old last name. Better not to be tied to Gotham here.

• You chat with both wet boy, Waterboy as he introduced himself, and Mechaman.

• Mechaman helps waterboy with his tie getting extremely close to look at a flame hero walking by. You recognized him as a villain, but clearly he's turning around.

• Mechaman gets called away by Blonde Blazer.

• You stay with Waterboy encouraging him before you're called away for your interview.

• And you got to try out the job! You had show potential! Or they were just short staffed.

• You bumped into a very large man with long black hair. He introduced himself as Royd. He was nice and you both chatted until you both realized you should tell get to work.

• You sit down in the cubicle behind a man who introduces himself as Robert Robertson to his team.

• His voice was familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place it.

• You hear as Robert's team, Z-team, is yelled at by an older man, Chase, you're pretty sure.

• Chase walks over to you and explains to you your team, Y-team.

• You were understaffed. Your team of 8 was actually a team of 6. This wasn't ideal. In fact a lot of them were fast, defensive, and charismatic.

• As the day went by you had a call come up, and it'd be perfect for Sonar of Z-team!

• And Robert was in need of someone who matched your team, seeing as Golem was resting.

• You make the decision before you can think it through. You connect to Robert's call.

"Robert, this is Y-team dispatcher, (Name). Could you swap calls with me? Sonar would be best! And I have someone like Golem!" You say your voice echoing over the headsets of everyone in Z-team.

• This was... Weird. No one really said they needed any member of the Z-team. Certainly not Y-team.

• Robert stayed quiet for a second before responding.

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and transfer the call. I'll send Sonar over." Robert said his voice tired, yet calm. "Thanks, I'll send Guy over." You said as you immediately transferred the calls.

• You decided if you ever needed help again, you'd ask him.

• You disconnect from the call and continue as usual with Y-team.

• You finally get to your break and head into the break room only to see Robert get punched in the face.

• You are shoved by Invisigal who grumbles a begrudging sorry to you, and likely you alone judging by how hard she punched Robert.

• Sonar asks for Robert's "Twinks" as you watched.

• You had enough money to not be stingy, besides he helped you earlier, so you buy him two twinkies.

• Later you're taken in Blonde Blazer's office and she talks to you and your day.

• You did good! After all you had nearly zero misses, you don't want to talk about the misses, and you were smart enough to ask Robert for help!

• As you leave you set up your desk noticing Waterboy and Robert talking the donut that was shoved into his keyboard.

• You wave at Robert as you chat with Waterboy for a bit.

• You head off before Waterboy and run into Robert right before Phenomaman flies off.

• You both chat before heading your own ways.

• Little did you and Robert know, you caused quite the stir with Z-team.

A/N: might be cringe, idk. I had fun writing this though! If people like it you'll have to wait a while for updates seeing as I only play dispatch on weekends (I'm trying to take the game slow) and I don't write on weekends. This was fun to write though! Batfamily barely mention, but reader just left, give it a minute.

Divider credits: @sseuda

Taglist: @ifera-lisa

[mrigaaaa]

imagine being the puppyboy of the z-team, your powers basically just make you a hybrid and you were originally hired to boost the mood of the team but, seems they took a slightly bigger liking to you than originally intended and now you’re wagging your tail getting used as a pretty stress reliever by anyone who feels the need, then cuddled and taken care of, no more worries because your theirs..

Oh absolutely, introduced to the team as a 'moral booster' as Blond Blazer hoped you could help bring them together, which you did just not how see expected. She only realised when she sees the state your left in, noticing the hickeys, scratch marks, but everyone, especially you, seem perfectly content so she doesn't change anything. (She would be a massive hypocrite)

Under the cut due to the length (may have gone overboard about reader whining but you can't tell me they wouldn't be into it)

Robert who is always stressed and just seeing your face helps lift that , (He's a major dog person) when it's quieter around the building he waves you over to sit under his desk and cockwarm him. Just knowing you're there helps him relax even as the team rises his blood pressure. He makes sure you get off as well before guiding you back to the breakroom.

Sonar who jokes about taking you in doggy but can't bring himself to, he loves seeing your face and hearing your whines to much. Always shows up when you and anyone else are fucking because he hears you whining and can't stop himself from needing to see you.

Flambae who immediately starts pulling at your ears and tail, never enough to actually hurt but enough you hear you whine for him to stop. He will take you in doggy, pointing out that the dog is being fucked like a bitch.

Punch Up who always gives your tail a quick tug as he walk by, laughing when you whine and move it away from him. He keeps pulling away from the others to bully his length into your mouth, admiring and feeling up the marks left behind by the other. Teasing you for all the marks as he cums, cleaning you up before pulling you back to the others. (He asks everyone which marks was theres.)

Prism who loves dressing you up, dying your hair, ears and tail with dog safe pet dye. (You don't need the dog version but she can't help herself.) You two don't fuck often but she can't help but to torture you a little, often cockwarming you while doing things on her phone. Waiting until you're whining, digging your fingers into her hips and thrusting up before she starts moving. She makes sure you're clean and pampered before she goes.

Malevola who gives the best scratches, she's able to steal your attention whenever she walks into the room. Oh but how she loves seeing her scratches, her marks, over your body. How she tucks her head into your neck to leave bite marks, she goes crazy seeing her all over you. Also makes sure you're cleaned and pampered before cuddling.

Golem who, no matter what leaves you covered in mud. He rarely needs sexual stress relief, content with hearing you yap or run around him. But those other times consist of him giving you a handjob, and it's weirdly good. He makes sure you get cleaned up before handing you off to someone else.

Coupe who loves hearing you whine as she drags a blade across your skin, but she can't pull herself to make you bleed. She can't help but to take control, riding you until you start crying from overstimulation or cumming dry. Does actually pamper you afterwards, makes sure you're okay and clean before leaving. (She has been found cradling your head against her chest in the breakroom,)

Phenomaman who doesn't really understand the whole hybrid thing (you look nothing like Sonar?) so he learns though the others, and they teach him everything you like. He often confuses your whining and tears for being negative, so he never comes to you for stress relief, scared he'd hurt you.

Waterboy who gets so embarrassed whenever you offer, god forbid he sees you and another person going at it. When he finally accepts your offer he's shaking, he really wants to touch your ears but scared to get them wet, so guide his hands. You will have to take control, ride him until he starts crying. Then he tries to help you clean up but you just become completely drenched.

At the end of the day, where they find you tired out, all argue who's place you'd spend the night at. Even if you have your own place they want you around, normally Malevola and Sonar sneak you out for some food.

[keiosity]

Filth Imagines pt. II

part one

INCLUDES: Gender-neutral reader, Sonar, Malevola Coupé, Punch Up, Phenomaman, Royd

RATING: NSFW

Sonar who's a big, BIG fan of cockwarming. As a guy who has a high sex drive, he can literally get turned on just about anything you do. He gets hard so easily it's embarrassing. Especially when you're busy, looking so focused on the thing you're doing, Sonar immediately locks in on it. He gets you on his lap, telling you to focus and not to mind him as he unzips his pants, and just lines himself into you. Then, he pushes you down—sighing fuck yes i deserve this—while you struggle to concentrate. He just sits there all content, feeling your heat around him and waiting for you to finish. And once you start to squirm, finished or not, he'll take you away from whatever you're doing to start moving.

Malevola who loves somnophilia. She's a demon, not exactly a succubus, but pretends to be once you admit to her that you don't mind being used while you're sleeping. She immediately gets ideas. She comes home late at night, tired from working all day back in SDN, when she sees you fast asleep on your bed. Most likely waiting for her to return. She quietly makes her way towards you while setting her sword aside. She starts off by kissing your thighs, up to your hips, stomach, and chest. Before she descends again between your legs. When you wake up from a buzzing pleasure, you'd see her golden eyes glinting—her mouth on you and her tongue moving in ravenous sweeps.

Coupé who gets excited by cutting off your sight with a blindfold or rendering you unable to move with ropes and cuffs. Being a former assassin taught her how to restrain a target. Bound to a chair, tied to a pole, unable to escape until she's done with them. And she brings that fun to the bedroom as well. She toys you like a cat playing with her food, watching you squirm and struggle with the ropes binding your wrists from behind. With a blindfold on your eyes and a gag on your mouth. She takes all your senses away, letting you guess what she'll do next. Whether it's her breath hitting your skin, her blade dragging down your throat, or her mouth exploring your body.

Punch Up who has thick fingers and uses them to prep you. Yup, I'm gonna go there. This man is always in awe every time while he watches one finger disappear inside you. Curling inside to feel your walls flutter around his finger. Imagining himself inside once you're all prepped up. One finger already has you squirming, whimpering more while he asks "yeah? one more?" and slowly proceeds to add another. Then, you start to struggle. You're squeezing his fingers so tight that it has him cursing out loud. He thinks that's all you can take, until you beg one more. He gapes, hesitates, then gives you what you want because he knows damn well you can take it.

Phenomaman who loves to learn from you. His genital might not be compatible with humans, but it doesn't mean he can't please you in other ways. He asks what other means he could do to satisfy you, fully immersing himself into the role of a student while you teach him. How to use his mouth, how to use his tongue, how to move his fingers, how to flex his thigh while you ride on it until you're coming undone. He gets off to the fact that you're enjoying the whole process. It doesn't matter if you're the only one coming, he's more than pleased to know you're satisfied because of him. Also, he loves your praises and it fuels him to do better every time (give him more).

Royd who's secretly into size difference. He's a PRETTY big guy. In all areas might I add. His hands, his body, his shoulders, his thighs, everything. Just standing next to you, no matter your height and weight, he's much larger by a ton and there's no denying that fact. And he loves it. He'd be lying if he said it doesn't turn him on. Actually would love to manhandle you around and get a bit rougher than usual, but he's so afraid of hurting you. But then you assure him he can absolutely be rougher, he will get rougher. He's sweet like that, he doesn't do anything unless given permission. And once he has it—oh, you're gonna be sore and aching for days.