@thelittlewyrm babes I'm doing the thing! Your art has inspired me to dust off my rather mediocre editing skills to turn your incredible artwork into a celeb gossip mag cover…
This will go with the fic I'm writing based off your art. Just the outline is over 2k words at the moment so it might be a bit of a long one 😅
CONTENT: You're a Dispatcher from another program. What happens when you catch the eye of the Phoenixes? Or how they act when they have a crush on you <3
Oh, he has enough problems to deal with. Mostly from his own program. So why the fuck is he thinking about someone from another?
The first time he encountered you was in the break room, when you were cursing the damn stupid fucking coffee maker that won't work and he helped you out by plugging the unplugged cord.
He'll never forget how your eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief, before you turned to face him and he almost sputtered in shock when he saw your face fully. You told him it was the stress from your program getting to you, and Robert could barely contain his amused smile at that.
After a short introduction and an embarrassing apology, Robert watched you leave the room with a dangerous curiosity curling in his chest.
He quickly finds out you're another Dispatcher in their branch, but how come he's never seen you before? As if a flip has been switched, he begins to notice you every time now.
He gets distracted when he hears your voice cutting through the channel, providing him assistance whenever his program needs it.
He always bumps into you during morning coffee runs, almost spilling his coffee on you one too many times. Or vice versa.
The two of you are the only ones ending the shifts late, and he purposefully slows tidying up his desk just so he could wait for you to finish.
He wonders if you were a former hero like him, and spends his free time obsessively analyzing you from across the room just to guess which one were you.
It got to the point Chase notices it, and Robert has never lived a day without his former babysitter now mentor teasing the ever life of him.
Whenever the two of you end your shifts late again, Robert waits until you're done and walks up to you with Beef in his arms. Then, he'll ask if he could walk you home, just to make sure you get home safe, and lights up when you agree—for the third time.
He brings you coffee every morning, just the way you like it. He gives you advice and spends late night conversations walking home, wanting to stretch the hours just so he could spend more time with you.
Z-team already caught on before he knew it, and every single one of them makes his life a living hell by pulling the most embarrassing things at work just to tease him.
Chase even comments about, "Next thing I know, you're gonna fucking settle down and start the fourth Robert Robertson with them." But somehow, that thought doesn't seem too bad in his mind.
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INVISIGAL
Oh, she would be the most annoying bitch in the building.
You know how cats are? Actively seek your attention, purr in delight when they get it, just to act all hissy and avoid you for the rest of the day when you spoil them too much. In the end, they'll continue coming back for more because they're so curious.
Yeah, it's like that for Visi.
She'd have this stalkerish tendencies of following you whenever you go while invisible, just to know what places you like to visit or what food you eat.
She'll leave snacks on your desk, the ones she found out while following you, but never tells you it's from her. Just watches from the corner you look around the room, confused, while she tells you to eat the fucking thing in her mind.
Following that cat-like behavior, she'll also leave you random gifts she has stolen from different shops. The exact ones that she saw you eyeing through a glass window, or heard from a conversation with another Dispatcher.
Wants to desperately talk to you, but figured you're busy with your own program so she settles on staring at you while Robert hasn't called for her yet.
The time she finally gets to talk to you was when Robert was talking to you first, and she casually slides into the conversation, ignoring Robert's baffled expression.
When you laugh at one of her jokes, Visi took that as a cue and proceeds to steal you away from Robert. Then, chaos ensues.
She begins to hover, appearing out of nowhere just to surprise you. Especially in the most inconvenient times, which happens to be her favorite. She does it one time when you're changing in the locker room, and has the audacity to laugh at your terrified expression while you're half-naked on the floor.
And god, the sex jokes. They never stop. At first she does it for shits and giggles, until she starts to drop more and more around you. To the point when you finally reciprocate it, catching her off guard and flustered for once.
Whenever you feel someone's staring at you, it's most likely Visi. Just standing there at the corner whenever you're on shift, staring and waiting, with that dark indecipherable glint in her eye.
She also does not shy away from checking you out. Continuing to do so even after you catch her and call her out. She just gives you this coy smirk and wink, before she disappears from sight.
Clings to you for the rest of her remaining free time, just chatting, yapping, and teasing. When she jokes about you taking her on a date, you agree casually. She freezes and gives you this wide-eyed stare, before vanishing yet again.
After a long day and shift, you're just about to leave the building and head home when you feel an invisible tug on your arm and see Visi manifesting there—grinning up at you.
"You still owe me that date, casanova."
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WATERBOY
Oh, the poor guy's a goner the moment he develops a crush. And he's terribly obvious with it.
I can't decide between two HCS of him. Either he's clinging to the person he likes or entirely avoiding them (much like in my waterboy fanfic), but for now let's HC him as both.
During his time as a janitor, he'll avoid you at all costs. Because he thinks you're way out of his league, and he's just a nobody cleaning after everyone's mess. But what made him like you instantly was your politeness.
Even when it was his job to clean up, you always made sure to tidy around a bit to save him some trouble. He'll approach you, shaking and nervous, telling you how you didn't need to do that and you shouldn't bother with it.
Instead of disregarding him, you just gave him a soft smile and told him you didn't mind. "I've seen you working hard around here, you deserve some help too. And in case no one has told you yet, thank you."
Oh, heart eyes behind his goggles. Next to Robert, you're the second person to acknowledge him with kindness and patience. It's the bare minimum, but after a long time of enduring bullying, being taken for granted, and not being recognized—it was like a beacon of hope.
He asks the first person he trusts for advice, Robert, about how to have more confidence and not make a fool of himself around you. But even after receiving a few advice, Waterboy still cannot work up the courage to talk to you.
It's only after Robert chose him to be a part of the Z-team when Waterboy builds a little more confidence in himself. Maybe because the others have been a bad influence on him, but he sees it as a good thing.
The next time he talks to you, he doesn't stutter as much. He still gets nervous, terribly nervous, but somehow your comforting energy calms him. He doesn't see any malice or judgement in your eyes, you welcome his presence whenever you're eating in the break room.
He also greatly admires your skills as a Dispatcher, being one of the top programs in the branch, and he sometimes wonder how it's like working under you.
And– And not in that way. Maybe.
With his newfound confidence, he's able to initiate more conversations with you. He'll show you pictures of his grandma's cats, bond over your similar interests, and hang around the break room during your free time.
He buys you your favorite snacks and leaves little sentimental notes on your desk. As well as gifts that reminded him of you.
He won't hesitate to clean your desk up, even when you tell him you're perfectly capable of doing it, he still takes the initiative. Not because it's his job, but because he wants to reciprocate the kindness you've given him.
And the entire team is either supportive or disgusted (affectionately) whenever you pass by and greet him with a smile, because this man will turn into a puddle—staring after you dazedly as he waves back with the dreamiest smile you'll ever see him wear.
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FLAMBAE
This guy. God, this guy becomes unbearable.
You know those kinds of people who'll take any and every opportunity to show off in front of their crushes? Yeah, Flambae will absolutely do the most just to get you to notice him.
At first he doesn't notice you. Why would he? He doesn't have the time for others, especially when they're not anywhere near his level.
But then the team goes out for drinks one night, when he sees you there at the bar—still donned in your SDN uniform like Robert—and he gapes in shock because, woah, how come he's never seen you before? Surely, he would've noticed a pretty face like yours around the place.
After downing a shot, he makes his way over—suave, sure of himself, and totally ignoring his team exchanging cash behind him—and slides beside you.
"New around here?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "Pretty sure I would've seen someone like you before, cuz you're very easy on the eyes. Mind If I buy you a drink, hot stuff?"
He only receives an eye roll, before you grab your drink and smile at him. "Already bought myself one. Try again next time." Then, you slip away towards your booth, leaving him bewildered.
He's not even focused on Prism cheering loudly with cash in hand or Malevola groaning in disappointment in the background, because in his head, the game's only just begun. Oh, it's on.
He immediately locks in on you the moment he sees you at work, headset on your shoulders in that ugly blue uniform that you somehow pull off.
And the show begins. He unironically flexes his muscles every time you pass by, not even sparing him a glance. He stops by your cubicle to strike up a conversation, but it's more like him bragging about his recent missions and how awesome he is, to which you'll always sigh.
Sometimes, he'll ignore Robert's direct orders to stay focused on the mission. Because he'll see you walking around Torrance on your day off, and immediately flies after you. Much to your dismay. At least he became useful carrying all your grocery bags back to your apartment.
It doesn't stop there. If anything, he takes it up a notch and personally asks you out for drinks. Once, twice, until three times isn't enough, and the fourth time involves him dropping off a pack of tacos on your desk—still no luck.
The fifth was when he sees you entering the elevator, and he swiftly slips past the doors just before they shut. The moment you make eye contact, he grins while you sigh again.
"So," He pants, slicks his hair back. "That date? Gonna give me a chance? I promise you, it's gonna be great! Because you're gonna be with me. And I'll make sure it's gonna be awesome."
He expects another rejection, he wouldn't mind trying for a sixth time, but then you sigh again and smile at him. "You know what? Sure, why not? But if it sucks, I'm gonna report you to HR."
Fuck yeah.
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PRISM
One thing about Prism, she likes to shine and let others watch her shine. She'll absolutely let you know if she likes you.
But I feel like she wouldn't approach you at first, she's the type to let others do the first move. She's a popstar after all, not a fan. The others should be the ones approaching her.
And that's what you did. In the break room, she sees you standing at the entrance and feels your stare. Normally, she'll let the moment pass and ignore it. After all, she's used to fans and shit.
But that changes when you approach her, and you reveal that you've been listening to her music recently. Especially during writing up reports late at night. Not as a fan praising their idol, but as a genuine compliment from another person.
And wait, you're actually cute up close. She might just be interested in you after that.
Somehow, after that encounter, Prism starts opening up to you. She'll show up in the office, and starts calling you pet names in front of everyone. Her favorite one is baby, because she enjoys the look of shock and the tiny blush on your face.
Gives you special treatment than her actual fans, makes you listen to her unreleased drafts, and even takes candid photos of you whenever you're busy.
She even starts decorating her vape with embezzled jewels with your initials, thinks it's cool and shows it to you.
She even tweets cryptic things on her page like "god my baby's so cute" "y'all ever wanna drop to your knees and worship a god? not religious, but i might!" or even "looks like I have a new type ;))"
Watch her fans go crazy and try to come up with theories who she's referring to. A whole investigator level type of shit that absolutely amuses her. But really, she only has one target audience. And that's you.
She starts taking more pics of you, actually good ones that compliment your features, and even poses with your face out of the frame to post it. Just to see her fans go wild. She then asks you for your number to send them—smooth, casual, and a total score for her.
You give it to her, and she's immediately spamming you with your pics later that night. Her pics. Song recommendations. Show recommendations. As well as places while following with a "wouldn't it be nice to go here for a date?" message after.
She's not exactly subtle in work either. Blows a kiss in your direction, lets her touch linger on your arm, your shoulder, and back when she's passing. She becomes bolder, wilder, and she's not stopping until she gets what she wants.
Late at night, she's glued to her phone again—scrolling through tweets and current trends—when she sees your contact name (my baby) and opens it to see your message replying to the place she sent for a date idea.
She only laughs and maybe even melts a little when she sees your message, "how about I take you out there sometime?"
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PUNCH UP
His recent break up with Coupé left him considering his romantic preferences afterwards. Not that the relationship was bad, but they were both villains at that time, so it really didn't last long.
For a while, he's not really interested in another relationship. That is until he met you. And shite, he understands why they call it love at first sight.
The first time he sees you is during a conference meeting with the Z-team. You enter the room to call for Blonde Blazer, and Punch Up's jaw literally drops and his eyes widens comically at the sight of you.
He remembers sitting up straighter, trying to appear taller, and fiddles with his mustaches while he sneaks glances in your direction.
On the outside, he appears confident and sure if himself. But deep inside him, he's conscious that someone like you wouldn't be interested in him. Hell, he already expects a rejection.
If only his powers didn't fucking make him shrink to this size, he would've been more forward in courting you. Plus, he figures you wouldn't want to be with someone half your fucking height.
Still, Punch Up can't help but puff up his chest or slick his hair back whenever you cross paths. He'll even compliment you on your work, to which you're surprised at, but you'd smile down at him in gratitude.
That gave him an inkling of hope, you didn't look at him weirdly or find his approach off-putting, so he decides to take a step further.
Starts leaving flowers on your desk. Gives you random compliments and encouragement just in case you need a boost in morale. Brings you coffee—bittersweet and light—when he notices you looking down after a shift.
Totally becomes a gentleman to make up for his lack of height, but the latter part didn't seem to bother you at all. You always thank him with a warm smile that never fails to heat his cheeks and make him feel all giddy.
Like Waterboy, heart eyes every time he sees you. Visibly melts when you smile at him. Grins so wide whenever you make a joke or laugh at his. He quickly becomes your cheerleader and hype man, providing both encouragement and comfort.
He jokingly suggests he could give you some massage after seeing you rolling your shoulders around, lightly bragging about his firm touch and expertise, and is totally shocked when you agree.
Yeah, he's spending the whole time grinning so wide while he's giving you back massage in the break room. Also, glares at everyone who enters and gives him a weird look.
You make him feel like he's normal, like he doesn't need to prove anything just because he's lacking in certain areas. You treat him just the same as everyone, and he actually thinks you're perfect.
He will absolutely do anything to protect you. He may not be the brightest, but hurting you is the last thing on his mind.
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COUPÉ
Contrary to popular belief, Coupé is an absolute flirt—genuinely trying or not—and she has no problem using her charm on everyone. Proven and tested on Sonar and Punch Up. Robert too, if you include that time in Crypto Night.
The first time she sees you in the office, her eyes gleams dangerously like the knives tucked into her wings. You're not even doing anything remotely interesting, but something about you triggers her fascination.
And if you knew Coupé, then that would be a dangerous thing to develop.
Starts gathering more information about you, using her skills as an assassin to remain undetected. And like the crime in her profile, she's a stalker. But then again, that's part of the whole package.
Once she has eyes on something, or someone, she develops an unhealthy fixation on them. Spends so much time lurking, eavesdropping, and stalking just to find more details about you and your life.
She doesn't even know why she became so entranced by you, but all she knew was whoever dares to approach you, they'll have to answer to her.
Okay, yeah. I'm picking up on slight yandere tendencies to her. Something about her screams obsession at first sight, and as an assassin, she never stops until she captures her target.
Or in this case, you.
She memorizes your routine outside SDN, your work and personal schedule, every time you clock in and out of the office. Then, she uses all her gathered information to her advantage.
Meaning, she'll weaponize them into getting your attention.
Going back to the first bullet, she'll use her charm to disarm you the next time you go out for drinks. She's always one step ahead of you, already there in every corner you turn, just so she can make sure her existence is branded into your mind.
Then, after introductions that's where she'll flirt. Gets touchy immediately after a couple of words exchanged. Lightly plays with your hair, strokes your jaw, whispers low in your ear.
An absolute tease once you get close to her. Or rather, once she gets close to you. She always keeps her gaze on you from every corner of the room. Steps in immediately if she detects someone linger too close.
Hey, this might be a bit manipulative to others' taste. But it hasn't stopped her from getting what she wants. Plus, she's not doing anything illegal. She just has a terrible crush on a Dispatcher from another program.
And if you ever say no to her, she'll do whatever it takes to change your mind.
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GOLEM
Golem is a certified green flag, and I will DIE on that hill. Have you heard his voice lines when talking to the girls? Marriage material, honestly.
Okay, I'm gonna be honest, this is gonna be difficult because he literally is a construct. But we're not going past that, we're just going to stick to crushes.
Golem rarely develops any romantic interest in anyone, mostly because he knows he doesn't have any chance with them. Thinks everyone is way out of his league, and they wouldn't want someone like him.
But when it comes to you, he's SMITTEN. This man is my goat right here, he deserves so much love pls. Anyway, he literally stands still like a deer in headlights—you'd actually think he turned into a clay statue—the first time he sees you.
Canonically, he loves listening to music and poetry. So he starts hyperfixating on making playlists and poems with the thought of you. He already has a hundred songs dedicated to you, the Dispatcher from another program, and written at least thirty poems about how you look.
He REALLY wants to show you all the work he's done, but hesitates because what if you think he's being creepy?
Thankfully, maybe because of some miracle, you're the one who approached him during his break time outside the building. His usual spot is by the parking lot, where he'll just sit and listen to his newly made playlist and write poems about everything he sees.
"Whatcha listening to, big guy?"
It takes a lot to scare Golem, but the sound of your voice—soft and curious—startles him. He immediately snaps his gaze towards you, blinks, and just stares. Not saying a word. Totally starstruck as if you're top tier a superhero. Maybe you were in the past.
You apologized for scaring him, but he simply shakes his head and quietly shows you his phone. The current song he's listening to makes your eyes brighten, and he has to stop the clay on his body from physically melting.
He finds out you two have similar tastes in music, and when you ask about what he's writing, he doesn't even hesitate on showing you.
He doesn't even stop you when you get to the ones he's written about you. He later reveals how they're all about you, better get it off of his chest and move on, but he's more surprised to see you smiling.
You told him it's the first time anyone has ever written a poem about you, and he's honestly shocked by that.
Oh, one thing about poets. Once they like you, everything they do will be tied to your name.
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SONAR
God, this fucking pervert. Really, he is a pervert.
But somehow, he manages to keep himself maintained in front of you. Barely. He still likes to let his eyes linger on your body. Once. Twice. Okay, maybe lots of times.
Malevola actually hit him hard on his head after catching him drooling over and eyefucking you, and not wanting to anger her, he promises to keep himself in his best behavior.
Again, barely.
The best thing he can do is resort to his intelligence. Cuz c'mon, not to brag or anything, but he's a Harvard graduate. So, that's gotta impress you right?
Yeah, he was humbled immediately when you just stared at him and proceeded to give a thumbs up. "Cool, man. I mean, I have some friends from there as well. But we're not in touch anymore."
Just when he thinks all hope is lost, you follow up a question on what his majors were. Oh, watch him turn into the most insufferable yapper known to existence. Infodumps intensely, sticks to your side even when you're busy on the job, and just rambles.
He secretly wonders if he's bothering you or you're just accepting everything he's saying because you pity him, but you genuinely seem invested and even quip a comment every once in a while.
Okay, good. Maybe this can work out just fine. Except that his attraction towards you becomes more obvious. He squeaks more around you (a habit when he's nervous) and his ears twitch when he hears you talking, even from across the room.
He asks a lot of questions about you as well. He plays it off as mutual interest, but he desperately wants to know if he truly has a chance with you or if you're way out of his league to even bother to court.
But that's not what seals the deal. It was when he managed to make you laugh at his dry jokes the first time, and he swears it was the best day of his life.
He's actively trying not to overstep his boundaries, also asks about your interests and is genuinely thrilled to discover you have similar ones. Besides drugs and boobs, or maybe you like the second one too, but he's not gonna ask about that. Yet.
Sonar is actually a sweet guy once you get to know him well enough. But not the kind of sweet you typically see on romance stories, but the kind that annoys you at the same time.
But he means well, he's smart enough to know not to fuck this up. It might be his only chance after all. Even Malevola's constant teasing how you're way out of his league, he still continues to impress you with new things day by day.
Sonar now has three favorite things: drugs, boobs, and the new addition, you.
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MALEVOLA
Malevola, much like the other girls, can be a massive flirt if she wants.
But most of the time, it's all just for fun and it's how she normally interacts with others. If she liked them, of course. Platonically or romantically. She does it so naturally, kind of forward at times to the point that it might make others uncomfortable and she doesn't realize it. Or maybe she does, she just continues to do it for her own amusement.
So when she develops a crush on you, oh it's not gonna take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Even Sonar notices it the moment his best friend starts eyeing someone from across the room. Follows her line of sight, sees you getting up from your seat, and immediately says to himself, "Oh, they're so fucked."
"They're about to be," Malevola casually quips, winking at the bat hybrid. "Watch and learn how it's done, batman."
She proceeds to harass charm you during your free time. Literally glides the tip of her tail along the length of your leg as you walk by, startling you completely, before she boldly pins you to the wall and grins deviously at you. "Hey there, cutie. Didn't catch your name before. Mind throwing it?"
All she received was a shocked and scandalized look from you, before you slipped under her arm and walked away—continuing your day as if nothing happened. And the whole time, Sonar was hiding his giggles while recording the whole thing. "Holy shit, that was fucking bad. They're so not impressed, Mal."
But for the demon? That's nothing but a challenge. She just grins wider and crosses her arms. "Playing hard to get, huh? My kinda game."
Now you got yourself a literal demon warrior harassing flirting with you wherever you go. If you think Flambae was extra, this woman is much worse. Pops out of nowhere through her portal and surprises you. Gets really touchy when you're in the break room, arm around your shoulder and leaning so close to your face. Her voice lowers, thickens, and drips with suggestion every time she talks to you.
All the while, both you and Sonar are the victims of this. Especially you. And over time, you get used to her advances, even tolerating her touches to some extent. Toss your own flirtatious remark here and there. But you still jump away when her hands start to wander lower than you'd like, causing you to glare at her and she winks at you.
"I get that your love language is physical touch, but that's straight up harassment." Sonar comments one day, to which Malevola rolls her eyes. "Aren't you like worried about getting reported?"
"I should've been reported already," She retorts, shrugging. "But I wasn't. Something tells me they're interested too."
But for your sake, Malevola downplays all her advances to friendly pats and light flirtation. She's not worried for herself, but she's worried about your reputation. Something she didn't take into consideration at first. So, for the next following days, she keeps her hands to herself and refrains from making you too uncomfortable
In front of everyone, she turns into a saint. Addresses you politely, never lets her eyes linger for a second too long, and doesn't approach you as much as she used to before. Sonar is not the only one confused, even you are baffled at the sudden change. She treats you like you're mere acquaintances, nothing more, and she notices the way your eyes begin to seek hers whenever she avoids yours.
However when she finally gets you alone in the elevator, she pins you to the wall again with her hands rest on your waist. "Okay, I'm done playing pretend. You want this or not?"
You raised an eyebrow at her, but not making a move to remove her hands. "We're at work. We could get into trouble."
Malevola grins down at you, hands falling lower. "We could get into trouble elsewhere then?"
This time, you don't stop her.
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BLONDE BLAZER
HR department is either nonexistent or is fucking blind to everything happening in this branch.
Because Blonde Blazer is not exactly subtle when it comes to her little (not-so-secretive) crush towards you. Hell, everyone already knows how much she likes you. How obvious she is just being around your cubicle all of the time and the lingering shoulder touches she does.
Everyone knows, except you.
And it honestly frustrates her, because she's pretty sure she's being as straightforward as she could. Asks you out for lunch or dinner outside the office during your free time. Hovers around you, literally, when you're walking home. You know, just making sure you get home safely.
Even though she knows she needs to be professional, she just can't help the nervous flutter in her chest when she's around you. You unknowingly make her feel like Mandy, and not Blazer. The way you talk to her, as if you could see past her powers and her amulet, makes her hopelessly pining after you.
Everyone else just keeps quiet, and at this point, no one bats an eye anymore. Chase even tells her to give up, Robert advises her to make her intentions known directly, but she ignores both of them because she knows she can do this.
Honestly, if she doesn't know about your past, she'll be convinced your superpower was being oblivious.
Because you honestly can't see the special treatment she's giving you. The praises and compliments that spill out of her mouth. How her voice and gaze softens when around you.
And you just accept everything like it was normal, maybe you honestly think she was being nice.
She even invites Robert for a drink, sitting on top of the billboard again, a bottle in her hand while she's venting her frustrations and he's chugging his own beer with a deadpanned expression.
Blazer with a crush is honestly just like a Golden Retriever. Hopeless, loyal to a fault, adorable yet kinda a mess. She ends up drinking Robert's beer after he offers it, then composes herself once she chucks the empty bottle into the unknown.
"Just tell them how you really feel," Robert shrugs, quite done with the whole ordeal. "What's the worse thing that can happen?"
"Rejection? Resignation? Not being able to talk to them anymore?" Okay, maybe she's a little tipsy now. But honestly, she doesn't fucking care anymore. Maybe she should stop with the whole thing, move on like she did with Phenomaman, but that was easier than this.
Robert claps her shoulder, a look of pity visible on his features. "Hey, don't take it personally. Next time, you can–"
Her phone beeps, a notification, and Blazer holds up a finger as she checks it. She almost shot up to the skies and threw her phone or Robert when she reads your message.
"Soooo, Chase filled me in with the whole thing. Says you're doing all these because you like me? Sorry for being oblivious and not catching on quick :'D"
Then, before she could type a reply, another message shows up.
"How about a date tomorrow night? My treat ;))"
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ROYD
Now, Royd is two things: a gearhead and a science nerd. But even with these super awesome traits, he has zero clue how to work on feelings.
He has people taking interest in him before here and there, but again, he's a gearhead and a science nerd. He's not too focused on all those lovey dovey things.
At least that's what he thought before he met you.
You're a Dispatcher, a damn good one at that, and he can't help but admire you and how you run your program.
Unlike with everyone else, he acts super clumsy around you. Doesn't even realize he's fumbling his words when he's talking to you, totally thinks he's doing well however.
As a gearhead, he'll craft you up some gadget that he thinks can help you with your dispatches. Others are confused why you suddenly have this advanced headset (lowkey jealous).
A very hands-on person, Royd will definitely be an acts of service kind of guy. Opens the door for you, fixes up things you don't even need to fix, brings you down to his lab as an excuse he needs your help.
But in reality, he just wants to impress you with his work. You just sit there in the corner, watching him in his element, and flushes whenever you compliment him.
Also, absolutely loves it when you ask questions. About his work, his inventions, his tools. Everything. He just wants to share a piece of his life with you—kind of like a silent invitation for you to accept him.
Even though he doesn't have much idea on how romance works, he's genuinely sweet and thoughtful that it's so natural for him.
You might mistake it as a mere act of kindness however, and he's bummed out when he realizes. Turns to Robert for advice, and will absolutely try to discreetly keep your identity hidden while he explains his dilemma.
Only for Robert to clock him and say your name, "Just ask them out. You've known each other for a while. They've been here longer than I am. Trust me, it's better to take the risk than to lose the chance."
"You think I should?" Royd asks, distracting himself with a part of Robert's suit.
"You definitely should. You never know, they might like you back."
That comforts and inspires Royd, and he immediately thinks of an idea how to ask you out.
The next time he requests your "help" down his lab again, you arrive there shortly and see something you never expect to see.
A holographic image of you, along with the following words gleaming below. "You don't make me feel like a gearhead or a science nerd. You make me feel special, but not as special as you are."
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PHENOMAMAN
After his break-up with Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman believes he won't find another one like her.
One as charming, dedicated, admirable, and fiercely empowering. Someone who can keep up with his strength and match it just the same. And that thought causes him to lose motivation.
He's sure he won't find someone else. Maybe not on this planet. No one will compare to her.
But suddenly, you came into the picture. Simple, normal, and completely fragile looking compared to him. Just honestly speaking, he thinks you're physically weaker just because you're human and smaller than him. Though not in a bad way.
But he comes to find that not all strengths to be admired should only be from physical traits or impressive feats.
Sometimes, a human's strength is through their compassion and drive. Seeing you so passionate in guiding your team during dispatch has him reflecting on his preferences. He doesn't normally become attracted to individuals like you, but something about your dedication to your work inspires him.
He starts to become more curious.
Humans, in general, fascinate him. How they interact with each other. How they share their thoughts, emotions, victories, and losses. It took him a while to adjust to this world, and it was admittedly difficult.
But after meeting you, someone who's the entire opposite of him, he becomes open to expanding his perspective.
What do humans call it? A crush? Not physically crushing like how he does with his enemies, but the one they refer to as this fluttery thing in their stomach.
He gets that around you, has zero clue why, but he had never felt it before. Not even around Blazer. He greatly admires his past lover, but maybe that was the reason for their separation. There was a lack of the fluttery feeling in his stomach.
Just pure admiration as an equal and a partner.
So, he begins to hover around you. Trailing behind everywhere you go like a curious puppy. You didn't seem to mind his presence. In fact, you humor him every time and joke about him being your personal guard dog.
He doesn't think he is, but if you are in need of protection, then he won't hesitate to provide you some. He also gives you some of his edible arrangements as a token of his fascination, and he feels the fluttery feeling intensify when you smile at him.
You're the first person to let him feel anything else other than being a superhero.
Robert Robertson eats pussy like he’s starving, freckled face tucked between your thighs, savouring you like you were his last meal— the first time he ate you out you thought you were gonna die, that you might see those pearly white gates because fuck he made you feel like you were in heaven.
it’s even better when he’s all needy after working a particularly late shift at SDN and he comes home to you all curled up in bed wearing one of his shirts and a pair of lacy panties— he’s on you in seconds, body melting against yours, grumbling about his shitty day with his face pressed into the side of your neck whilst his hands skim along your thighs, not so discreetly feeling you up.
You coo a litany of comforting words at him and he drinks it all up, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling impossibly further into you with a low whine.
“What’ll make you feel better, hm?”
Robert doesn’t even think about the question, it’s just an automatic response at this point. “Let me eat you out?” spoken hotly into the side of your neck, “that’d make me feel so much better.” he pulls back to catch your gaze with those big puppy eyes of his, “yeah?”
As soon as you agree he’s sinking onto his knees beside the bed, fingers curling around your ankle to tug you towards the edge as you squeak his name scoldingly.
“What?— been thinking about your pussy all fucking day, m’hungry.” he mumbles, pressing his lips to your inner knee before working his way up to your supple thighs— leaving wet kisses and sharp bites to the tender skin just to watch you wiggle impatiently.
“You’re ridiculous.” You huff, trying to act unbothered but the image is shattered as soon as he kisses you from over the thin fabric of your panties— your breath hitching in your chest.
“Mhm, and you’re ridiculously wet.” he replies, grinning up at you all smugly, “you’ve been thinking about it too, huh?” He leans in, lips grazing the wet lace once more with a groan, “been thinking about my mouth, right here, baby?” his tongue presses flat over the fabric, warm and wet, “thinking about my tongue deep inside your pretty cunt, tell me.”
He tugs the fabric down your legs as you let out a meek little, “yes— yes, fuck just take em off, please,” voice all whiny and helpless in a way only he could make you sound— he doesn’t even give you time to breathe before he’s pushing your legs apart, licking a broad stripe along your slick folds with a low moan, his tongue slowly spreading you open.
Your hands dart down to curl your fingers in his tussled hair, feeling his head bob under your palms as he sucks and licks at your clit in languid strokes— savouring the way you taste, the way your pussy throbs against his tongue and he’s already painfully hard in his boxers.
Robert is a messy eater, a filthy mixture of spit and your slick coating his lips and chin as he drags his tongue all over your dripping cunt, spreading your thighs further apart just so he can get in a little deeper, “yeah, just like that, good girl— tastes so fuckin’ good.”
He presses a lingering kiss to your clit before pushing his tongue deep inside you, groaning into your wet heat as your walls flutter around the muscle— fucking you with slow drags of his tongue, the tip of his nose nudging against your sensitive bud repeatedly.
“Fu-uck! Robbie— oh my-” the words die in the back of your throat, letting out a choked moan when he drags his tongue back up to your clit to suck on it then back inside you with an obscene squelch. You tug at his hair a little harder, your hips bucking in tandem with his mouth, chasing after that feeling.
“I know baby, I know-” he grunts between lazy licks, rough voice all muffled against your folds, the vibrations shoots a tingle down your spine, “fuck my face, just like that— perfect girl, so fuckin’ pretty.”
His tongue works faster— sloppy, wet, relentless— circling and flicking, teasing your tight hole just to get you to grind harder against his face until you’re coming all over his mouth with a gasp and a string of incoherent blabbers, flushed face pressed into the comforter as he works you through your orgasm whilst his hand run a soothing palm over your thigh.
He shuffles back up onto the bed and you could feel his hard-on pressing against your inner thigh as his fingers card through your hair, gently coaxing you to look up at him through glassy eyes. “You good?” he whispers, voice deep with want and when he kisses you it’s greedy, messy— the taste of you all over his shiny lips.
“Yeah, I’m— I’m good.” You tell him with a faint giggle caught in your voice, the sound muffled against his mouth.
Prompt: Everyone at the SDN knows one universal truth: Sonar’s brain stops working the moment boobs enter the equation. Put him between a pair and he becomes a drooling, touch-starved mess.
Pairing(s): Victor (Sonar) x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, boobs, boob jobs, cum marking
A/N: so um 👉🏼👈🏼 the other sonar fic is taking particularly long soooo here's my treat for not finishing that yet 😃
Masterlist
You are a menace. Truly.
Sonar was supposed to be on call, Robert having continuously pinged him through comms, yet he wouldn't answer. Couldn't, really.
He’d told him he was “busy.”
And he wasn’t lying.
He was just busy doing something Robert absolutely did not need to know about.
A rough, desperate moan escaped him, smothered somewhere between your breasts. His breath was hot against your skin, his nose dragging along the swell as he buried himself deeper, like he was trying to suffocate on purpose. Goosebumps prickled up your arms, your teeth sinking into your lip as you watched him cling to you like an addict finally getting a fix.
All it took was one message.
“Got a surprise for you.”
And then the photo: the edge of a black lace bra hugging the perfect curve of your chest, just enough of a tease to fry every neuron in his stupid bat brain.
You’d think he would’ve learned after Coupé had handcuffed him for falling for the exact same setup in the gym.
But nope.
Genius Boy saw one glimpse of cleavage and came running like you rang the dinner bell.
At least you kept your word.
Small mercies.
“Sonar…” you giggled breathlessly.
He peeked up at you, white eyes glazed. “Feels good…” he mumbled, almost slurring. “You’re so pretty.” Then, softer, like he was asking for oxygen, “Can I… can I lick ’em?”
You giggled again, nodding before he even finished.
He dove back in immediately.
His tongue slid over your skin, slow and hungry. A groan rumbled through him, the vibration buzzing against your chest as he rubbed his face all over you, snout dragging over the lace. The texture made him shudder, fur brushing the fabric in a way that had him practically whining.
His hands gripped your waist tighter, like he thought you’d vanish if he didn’t anchor himself. His breath came hot against your skin, every exhale sounding like a man seeing god for the first time.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, licking harder, “you smell so good…”
You were already panting, chest rising and falling under the onslaught of his obsession. One hand slid into the fur at the back of his neck, stroking once before you curled your fingers and pulled him back just enough to make him whimper.
His white eyes flicked up at you, pleading, then froze when he saw what you were doing.
A slow, wicked grin tugged at your lips.
You lifted a hand, hooked a finger beneath the center of your bra, and yanked it down in one sharp motion. Your breasts spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air.
Sonar’s whole body jolted.
His eyes practically turned into cartoon hearts.
He didn’t even try to play it cool—he lunged, latching onto one nipple with a desperate, needy groan, tongue swirling around it like he’d been starved for weeks.
“Thank you… thank you…” he whined against your skin, voice muffled and pathetic in the best way.
He switched sides without warning, burying his face in your other breast with an eager, breathless sound. He mouthed at it like he worshipped it, each lap more frantic than the last, hands squeezing the sides of your chest like he couldn’t get enough.
You're pretty sure he would’ve cried if you pulled him off again.
You were barely managing to breathe with the way he worshiped your chest, mouth buried between your breasts like he was trying to ascend to a higher plane. One hand braced against a metal shelf behind you, the other slid into the fur at the back of his neck, tugging just enough to keep yourself steady while he left dark, messy hickies across every inch of exposed skin.
He didn’t even realize he was doing it.
His hips kept jerking forward helplessly, rutting against your thigh like he didn’t have a choice, straining hard beneath his uniform pants.
Your breath hitched, the cramped supply closet feeling ten degrees hotter.
Finally, you tugged on his hair—gentle but firm.
He whined at the interruption, giving your nipple one last desperate lick before lifting his head. His eyes were glazed, lips swollen, chest heaving. He looked like he’d die if you told him to stop.
Perfect.
You leaned down, voice low and sinful.
“Wanna fuck my tits?”
He froze.
Then nodded so fast you genuinely worried about whiplash.
Your grin turned wicked. You slid off the overturned storage crate you’d been half-sitting on and sank to your knees on the dusty floor, the cleaning supply smell completely overwhelmed by the scent of him.
Sonar’s breath stuttered—sharp, hungry, needy.
You reached up, fingers closing on the buckle of his belt. The metallic clink echoed obscenely loud in the tiny closet. You tugged it open, unzipping him slowly, deliberately, watching him fall apart before you’d even touched him properly.
He was already panting like you were suffocating him with nothing but possibility.
Your hand curled around him, easing his length free from his pants with a care that made him shudder. He was already painfully hard and the moment your fingers wrapped around him, his breath stuttered like he’d forgotten how lungs worked.
You stroked him once.
Twice.
Slow, deliberate, watching the way his hips jerked helplessly into your palm.
Then you leaned in and dragged your tongue in one long, unhurried stripe up the length of him.
Sonar choked on a moan, biting down on the back of his hand to keep himself from yelping loud enough to alert the whole floor.
You didn’t give him a break. You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head just enough to make him whine, making his knees tremble under your hands. His nails scraped the wall behind him, desperately trying to anchor himself.
When you pulled off, saliva clung to him in messy, obscene strings. You didn’t wipe them away, simply letting them shine.
Then, with a slow, teasing confidence, you wrapped your hands around your breasts and pressed them together, sliding him between the soft heat of them. He let out a sound you’re pretty sure would’ve gotten the two of you kicked off the premises.
You leaned forward, tongue flicking across the tip to lap up the bead of precum gathering there, tasting him, savoring the barely-controlled tremor that ran through his whole damn body.
Then you looked up at him—eyes half-lidded, breath warm against his skin—and gave him the slightest nod.
A green light.
He cursed—long, low, and broken—before grabbing for purchase, his fingers scraping the wall beside your head like he needed something, anything, to ground himself.
Then he finally started thrusting.
Slow at first, like he was testing the feel of you. Testing the squeeze of your breasts around him. Testing the way his length slid between your soft skin, the press of your cleavage enveloping him so tightly he let out a strangled whimper.
And then the testing phase ended.
He jerked forward, hips snapping harder, faster, like he couldn’t stop himself once the sensation hit him full-force. His breath stuttered into little gasps, his white eyes fluttering halfway shut as he lost his rhythm, finding it again, losing it again, completely at your mercy.
“F–fuck…” he choked, voice cracked and nearly silent as if speaking at full volume might make him fall apart.
You pressed your hands tighter, squeezing your breasts around him just a little more, and he full-body shuddered. His thighs trembled. His grip on the wall slipped.
Then you raised your chest the slightest bit—lifting him, guiding him—and stuck your tongue out, letting it graze his tip every time it peeked out between your cleavage.
That’s when he really came undone.
A sharp, helpless noise ripped out of him, somewhere between a gasp and a whine. His hips stuttered like he forgot how to move entirely, then thrust forward again in a desperate, jerky motion.
He didn’t care how messy he sounded or looked. His mouth hung open, his breathing ragged as he tried to hold himself back and failed spectacularly.
“W-wait… wait—” he stammered, voice too thin and wrecked. He was trembling from head to toe. “I… I’m close… too close—”
You didn’t even let him finish.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, soft and devastating. “I want you to. Cum all over them.”
His whole body answered before he did—hips pushing forward in a shaky, involuntary thrust, chest arching as though the words alone short-circuited his brain.
“Ah—”
A guttural sound tore out of him.
“That— don’t say it like— I can’t—”
His tip nudged forward again, poking out between your breasts, twitching violently before spilling.
It wasn’t a quick release, it was long, messy, and overwhelming—spurts coating your chest, striping across your cleavage, dripping between your breasts until the warmth of him spread down your skin in slow, languid trails.
Sonar’s knees buckled so hard he had to brace himself with both hands on the wall, forehead dropping down toward you as he groaned through the thickness of it, riding each pulse with small, helpless thrusts.
By the time the last shudder worked through him, he was panting openly, chest heaving, mouth slack with the dazed satisfaction of someone whose entire nervous system just short-circuited.
Even then, his hips gave a tiny, instinctive push—greedy and unashamed—pressing himself between your breasts one last time like he needed the contact or he’d collapse.
He just stood there, flushed and trembling, staring down at the mess he left on you like he wanted to worship it. Like he wanted to drop to his knees and lick every drop off your skin.
R.R. X M!R · robert and you were old news. until beef picks up your scent again and runs off to find you. robert panics, and then panics more when you find him again.
When Robert and you broke up, he thought that’d be the last time he’d ever see you. Truthfully, you’d hoped you wouldn’t see him again. Not because you had anything against him– quite the opposite, really. You were scared that if you saw him again, you’d break down right then and there. Because from the second you left his apartment that night, you knew you fucked up. But it’s not like you could just turn around and go, “Hey, I actually just made a really bad decision and I still desperately need you in my life. Take me back?” No, no. You had an ego, you couldn’t do that.
Robert knew you were bad for him. Just your voice alone did unspeakable things to him, and you were so infuriatingly lovable that it made his body ache. He has no idea how he let you leave that night. You left him dumbfounded, and he had no idea what to do with himself.
Your relationship with him was perfect. He was your guiding light, and you were his everything. There was only one slight problem. You were a well known villain in LA. You had a reputation– a bad one. You were infamous in every sense of the word. So of course, it was a problem when LA’s most wanted was spotted making out with Mecha Man in a random alleyway. At the time, Robert didn’t care. He had you, and that was all that mattered.
Only, people started to distrust him. No matter what he was doing– saving people from a burning building, catching someone falling out of a building, stopping a falling plane– they just murmured a thank you and quietly left. It wasn’t too big of a deal, until he started getting harassed about it. Reporters would stop him on the streets, shoving microphones and flashing lights in his face.
“So, what’s it like being with the most infamous villain in LA?”
“Do you have any comments to make about you being seen kissing a villain in broad daylight?”
“Are you and him together? What do you have to say about your relationship?”
“People are losing their trust in Mecha Man over your public displays of affection. What are your thoughts?”
Eventually, it got to be too much, and you could tell. He would come home every night, dead on his feet and just wanting to collapse into bed. It wasn’t fair. All he’d done is want to show his boyfriend any affection, and it had turned into one giant disaster. You felt horrible, even though he told you not to be. It was a huge blow to his reputation, and it was all your fault.
You knew that breaking up with him would put him in a bad place mentally. But he was already in such a dark spot, you’d hoped that ending things would be a relief for him– that it would get the press off his back. And it did, only that he was miserable without you.
After his coma, he was so lost. Blonde Blazer just barely pulled him out of the black hole that was his own mind. He never thought it would be possible, but Blazer gave him the exact thing that would take his mind off of spiraling– babysitting. I mean, they’re not actually children, but Z-Team is basically a kindergarten class and Robert is the tired, overworked teacher. But either way, he loves them (begrudgingly so).
Things were getting better. And then you just had to throw a wrench in all of it.
—
It’s a quiet night as Robert walks home with Beef, his paws clacking softly against the concrete. Everything was normal until Beef is suddenly tugging on his leash, yanking Robert in some random direction. Robert is what you’d call… out of shape. As much as he tried, somehow this tiny ass dog is able to pull away from him. He’s yelling at the top of his lungs and running after Beef, but that dog is a man on a mission.
Robert’s panicking. Beef would never do this. He calls and texts Chase, and the both of them set out to look for him. He’s starting to really regret not putting a tracker on him– but at the same time, he never thought Beef would run away like this.
It’s almost 1 am when he gives up, Chase making sure he gets back to his apartment safely. He collapses onto the couch (that the team forced him to buy), dropping his face into his hands. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if willing all of this to somehow just be a dream. He’s on the verge of tears. Beef’s fat, but he’s not strong. There’s coyotes in every corner of LA, and there’s no chance Beef lasts more than 24 hours by himself. He feels helpless, and it’s not like– why the fuck is anyone knocking on his door at 1 am?
Robert takes a few moments before prying himself from the couch, trudging over to the door. He doesn’t even bother with looking through the peephole. At this point, if he gets jumped, he gets jumped. Except, it’s literally the last person on Earth he’d expect to be at his door.
You.
“Uhm. Hi Robert. Uh, I found Beef. Well actually, he found me. But I knew you were probably freaking the fuck out trying to find him and I know we don’t talk anymore but I don’t want you to freak the fuck out because it’d be weird if I wanted you to freak the fuck out and–” you begin to ramble as you hold Beef out to him, but you get cut off when you notice that Robert Robertson III is fucking crying. And he hasn’t even glanced at Beef. Which says something. “Oh. Oh, uh. Uh, shit. Are you okay? Hey, Robert.”
You almost drop the dog when you realize he’s crying, panicking and trying to figure out if you did something wrong. You set Beef down on the floor and he circles around Robert’s feet, whining and whimpering as he recognizes his father’s distress. Tears are streaming down his face and you gently push the door open more to let yourself in.
You don’t know what to do with your hands, and they kind of flounder as you try to figure out if you should be comforting him or not. Your hands hover over his biceps, your eyes raking over his body. God, he’s so skinny. Has he not been eating?
“Baby…” The words come out of your mouth before you can think, and they startle you. You hope he doesn’t hear you as you kick the door closed and lead him to the couch, sitting next to him. Beef jumps onto his lap, standing up on his hind legs and pawing at Robert’s chest. His chest rapidly rises up and down and your hand settles on his back, rubbing in soothing circles. He almost immediately calms when your hands are on him, the entire situation finally catching up to him.
“I- fuck. I’m so sorry.” He sniffles, wiping his nose and eyes on the sleeve of his uniform. SDN? Really? Whatever. “I didn’t- I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really expecting to be here either. I was getting home when I heard barking and Beef was just… there. And I knew you wouldn’t just let him run off like that, and it felt weird to text you, so I kinda just hoped you still lived here and came,” you explain while still rubbing his back. For a moment, it’s like you never left. Everything is still perfect, and you’re with him and he’s with you and it’s all he needs.
“You called me baby.” Your face flushes red, and your hand pauses on his back. He looks up at you with the softest eyes that make your stomach do backflips and your head spin. “I didn’t mind.”
You might just pass out. “Robert, I- don’t say that. I just came to give Beef back. I’m… I’m gonna go.” His eyes were focused on Beef, but his gaze snapped to you as you stood and said you were leaving. Panic flashes in his expression, and for a second he looks the same as he did when you broke up with him. You swallow as you try to retract your hand, only for his fingers to wrap around your wrist and pull you back to him.
“Please don’t leave.”
“Robert.”
“Please.”
This just isn’t fair. It’s not fair when he looks at you like you’re his whole world. Not many people can say that they’ve had Mecha Man crying at their feet, yet it seems like this happens to you far too often. You relent, sitting back down with a sigh. Beef squeezes his body into the space that you left in between you and Robert, whining and pushing his head into your palm.
“I–”
“I miss you.”
Your whole body flushes, a shock of warmth jolting up your spine. Your body goes slack, and a whine slips through your lips and Robert hesitantly lays his head on your shoulder.
“I miss you too.” A beat. “I missed Beef too.” You whisper into his hair, and Beef lifts his head at the mention of his name.
something about riding phenomaman, your fingers tangled in his hair, sloppily kissing him as his cock rocks further and further into you.
He groans against your lips, his beard scratching against your chin as his hands grip onto your waist. He hikes his hips up to match with yours, the sounds of your skin slapping together bounce off the walls.
Your lips pull away from his as he buries his face inbetween your breasts pathetically, babbling out words of admiration as you slow down your hips. Your hands plant behind you as you bounce on his cock, your vision blurring as he moves his head up to look at you.
His face flush and lips swollen as he moves his head back down, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. He lets out a hiss, his swollen cock head nudging your clit, as it drips in cum. He lets out a strangled whine he takes his time with you. God he loves your body.
making out with robert in his new car // minors dni.
it wasn’t a nice car, at all. a crappy 2000s corolla that barely started on a chilly day, but at least it was his and didn’t break the bank. you were there when he bought it, shoving a measly amount of cash into the older woman’s hand, who had a cigarette dangling out of her lip and tossed the keys without even looking.
“it’s a piece of shit,” you had said, and he agreed. but still, you were supportive enough to treat him to his first tank of gas and a greasy fast food run.
though, the food was long-forgotten when he pulled up to his apartment—gear shifting into park so quick because you’d been teasing him the entire drive back to his place and he needed to kiss you shut you up.
your back was pressed to the passenger side door, and robert had nearly crossed over the centre console to taste your lips. faintly of cherry chapstick.
the kiss was too much tongue and teeth, a bit messy for your taste, but you were as desperate as he was. needy for the way he was pressing his tongue into your mouth and battling you for the bit of dominance he could take in this situation a your fingers clung to the front of his jacket.
when robert broke the kiss, you finally caught your breath. he kissed down your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, and you looked up, the windows fogging from the heat emanating between you two as you’d shamelessly begun to rock your hips against him—whatever friction you could get.
but it was cut short when someone tapped on his window.
“jesus fuck—ow.” robert groaned as he pulled back quickly, his head hitting the rearview mirror. rubbing his head, he used the other hand to wipe at the fogged glass as you sat up.
“fuck,” you groaned and robert rolled down his window.
“what the fuck is going on in here? i’m just trying to bring your dog back and you’re fucking in the parking lot? this is a goddamn apartment parking lot, have some class.”
chase’s voice was distinct. like a grandfather you absolutely did not fucking ask for…
but you couldn’t be mad. not when you were sitting in robert’s car, drinking a soda and watching as your boyfriend got chewed out as beef happily jumped into the car and found your food.
