summary : the z-team meets robert's pregnant wife for the first time.
word count : 0.6k words
notes : i'm still in love with robert. can you tell i have baby fever and am probably ovulating? this is also not connected to the 'what a beautifully fucked up first day' fic i wrote.
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it was time for sdn's annual ball and the entire z-team was curious to see if robert would be bringing anyone as his plus one. recently, a few of them had walked in on him talking on the phone during his lunch break a couple of times. but each time he saw or heard them, he'd say a quick 'goodbye, i love you' before hanging up and speaking with them.
to say the least, they were all curious.
so imagine their disappointment when they finished their shift and robert said that he'd be changing and walking over with them. all of them for sure thought he'd be going home to potentially pick someone up. a few had even started placing bets that he was just talking to a family member, his mom maybe? grandma?
"you couldn't get chase to come as your date?" prism teased, nudging robert with her elbow.
"unfortunately no." he chuckled, shoving his hands in his suit pockets as they walked.
walking into the museum sdn had rented out for the event, there was already a crowd of heroes, dispatchers, support staff, and many more. there were wait staff carrying trays with drinks and food. the scene in front of them was spectacular.
the team quickly spotted blonde blazer and began walking over. however, they stopped in their tracks and confusion filled their faces as they noticed the very pregnant woman blonde blazer was currently talking to. she wasn't familiar to any of them but seemed to know blonde blazer well enough to be laughing heartily with her and they seemed to be joking back in forth with each other. the team observed the scene and watched as robert kept walking forward, a smile gracing his lips.
"who's that babe?" sonar asked, voicing the confusion held by the entire team.
"the babe with a babe? not sure honestly." malevola replied. "someone's dirty mistress?"
the team's jaws dropped as they watched robert come up on the woman's left, wrapping his right arm around the woman's waist and planting a kiss on her left cheek, her eye squinting as he did so. then they watched as he gently placed his left hand on her baby bump and the woman turned towards him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips in greeting. turning back towards the team, robert whispered something to the woman whose lips pursed and she gave him a light smack on the chest, causing him to laugh.
"hi everyone, it's very nice to meet you all. robert just told me none of you know who i am, so i'll introduce myself since my husband clearly won't. my name is (y/n). i'm robert's wife." you introduced yourself and waved at the team in greeting.
"how could you keep your babe of a wife a secret from us robert?!" sonar asked, incredulous at not having met her. "this is very important information you've been holding out on us!!"
"we're very upset." invisigal started walking towards you. "and as punishment, we're whisking her away to get all your dirty little secrets."
robert and blonde blazer watched as the team began crowding you, clearly very interested in interrogating his wife. you were already laughing, allowing people to take turns feeling the baby kick and answering questions.
"i hope you understand that you did this to yourself." blonde blazer teased him.
"oh i know, i just thought it'd be fun to see their reactions to the fact that i do get action. and thanks to this baby, there's clear evidence that i get laid so they can't say shit about it anymore."
ExVillian!Reader joining z team and being a really nice and quiet person, rest of them recognise them but can’t put a finger on it, they all find out they used to be the head of a powerful group of people and was super serious, brooding, and scary. Guess they turned a new leaf?
they knew you from somewhere but couldn't think for the life of then where they knew you, yes you were shy and kind when you joined the SDN. Sweet, seemingly innocent you whom Sonar and Punch up claim could do no real harm, not even to a fly.
'they'd give up their food if a fly landed on it.' Sonar joked once and while the rest of the team believed this to be true, there was this gut feeling that they've each encountered you once before in the past, and something also told them that it didn't end well...
While you smiled and greeted them with nothing but genuine kindness members of the z team like Robert, Prism, Blonde Blazer and Invisigal felt this intense wave of power coming off of you, like your presense was enough to demand utter silence within any room you would walk into, almost as though there was this invisible force that was forcing them to bow their heads when you walked past with a smile so warm it could melt butter and a laugh as light as a feather as poor waterboy almsot tripped over his own feet infront of you for the fith time that week.
It really pissed them off with how efortlessly you were throwing them off of remebering your face and where it was that you were from, it was on the tips of their tongues as during break Flambae felt this gutteral feeling of panic and a need to hide when he felt someone standing behind him, that person being you as you offered him some food as you realised that you had cooked too much for yourself to eat entierly. He felt stupid for feeling afraid of you but something was telling him not to cross any lines with you, or esle.
So he watches you from a distance as you give Sonar twinkies that you bought from home, claiming you didn' feel like eating them, and he waited for you to leave the room before walking over to Sonar -who was half a twinkie in- and saying. 'i'm not going mad am i?'
'depends, how mad we talking?' Sonar asked, swallowing the last bit of twinkie.
'i suddenly felt fucking afraid of (name).' Flambae hissed and Sonar laughed in his face. 'what? like shit yourself scared?'
'yes.'
'well you should, they were a very powerful villain who ran the most notoriuous gang in town, ruled with an iron fist that one did, no one stood a chance against them becuase i know becuase i almsot worked for them once.' Sonar pointed out to the flame hero, who was looking at your back as you as though you grew two heads, then the more Flambae thought on it the more he began to remember past encounters with you and your group, the wave of intensity you gave off with each command or how downright scary you were in a fight to the point where many heroes felt as though beating you was near impossible.
Flambae wasn't the only one to make this revalation.
Robert looked into your background with Blonde Blazer and Invisigal and was surpised at the change in demenour from the stone cold bastard you were back then, to the sweet and adorable version of yourself that you presented yourself as, it didn't feel right but Invisigal was quick to remeber how cunning and smart you truly were. She remebered you being a right monster, even when she was in her invisible form she felt your eyes on her as though you could actually see her, it made her feel as though ice cold water was dummed on her from then on out as she felt the hairs on her arms stand up when you did it again; looking at her as though you could actually see her in her invisible form.
Blonde Blazer also remebered how intimidating you were when she frist met you and your group, you didn't take much time handing her her ass on a silver platter that was for certain, now you were giving out cutely decorated sweet treats you made while smiling at them with such kindess she didn't know you possesed. She remembered how you often wore a scowl, face never moving from inpassive or just cold and cruel, so seeing this drastic change from you, this need to start anew was something she wanted to see upon closer observation.
Robert, while he might not have encounter you in particular, could only ever remember taking down your goons and seeing the fear in their eyes when they've realised they had failed you. It was only through their fear of you did he realise just how powerful of a leader you were, how your presence was felt even from miles away, you had it put inside their minds not to cross you or cost you territory to some stupid heroes. Robert could only ever recall feeling this sense of dread and hopelessness overcome him, making him wanting to give up and quit this bust while he was ahead of himself, little did he know that was the power of your influence back then but now he knew better.
Golem was the last to catch on to the fact that you were the ex villanous leader of the most powerful group in town, bless him, he only pointed at you as you scratched Sonar between his bat ears, laughing as he cursed you out for humiliating him in public. 'they were that big time villain, void.'
'congrats on being the last to figure that out buddy.' Punch up replied.
Now the group continues to watch you and collectively think; how the fuck did the most intimidating and cold villain ever, leader of the most dangerous group in histroy, suddenly favour smiles and cupcakes and spending hours on end playing with beef? but damn did you pull off being cute though...
Robert biting that guy's thumb off during the bar fight… robert... and biting... mmm......
Pairing: Robert Robertson x Superhero!reader / Civilian!reader ☆ 18+!
General Hcs:
Generally, Robert’s enough of a little shit to bite you for fun. He’d do it just to get on your nerves (affectionately), or for no reason at all (ragebaiter).
“Sometimes it’s like you want to get hit, Robert.” “You offering? I wouldn’t say no.”
Occasionally, though, it's for stress relief. God knows he needs it, working at a place like SDN.
Something about getting his lips on your skin and seeing the marks he left behind… It really helps the tension in his muscles, and also gets him hard as hell.
Let him bite you while you jerk him off after a hard day's work? He's a goner.
Cockwarm him while he marks your body with his teeth after a whole day of dispatching? Yeah, you are never getting rid of him. (Try to tear him off you just for a break and he whines.)
Superhero!Reader:
Robert’s pretty aware of where he sinks his teeth and marks you, taking into consideration the kind of outfit you wear when you’re out doing hero stuff.
Even if you’re normally in some kinda gundam/mech suit like he is, he still takes precautions, only biting you where you can easily cover up. He’s worried about compromising your identity, or fucking up your hero reputation (he knows how much of a pain in the ass journalists can be).
Danger is inevitable in your line of work, but he’d be damned if he ever risked your safety. Also, he’d rather get concussed in another bar fight than have anyone in Z-team find out about his biting habit. They’d never let him hear the end of it.
You could ask him to help you hide the marks before your workday starts, though 98% of the time it just leads to your lips on his and his hands around your waist and theennn… you’re both late.
If you really want him to give you a mark you can show off, though… just bat your pretty eyelashes at him and he might consider giving in <3 (he’ll give in. you just gotta reassure him that you’ll stay safe!)
Civilian!Reader:
If you’re a civilian, he’s a little more indulgent with where he bites you. Shoulder, thigh, fat of your ass? As long as he’s got your permission, anywhere’s fair game to him.
Though if you’re not working at SDN with him, Robert kinda goes a little overboard. Having the reassurance that you won’t interact with the Z-team often gives him confidence… which he uses to chew on you whenever he can.
He’s like a dog (ironic, considering Beef behaves better than he does). Tease him about it and he sasses you back, but when you playfully mention muzzling him he gets all hot and bothered (you store his reaction in the back of your mind… for later).
You could return the favour, honestly Robert would love for you to do the same to him too. Have you seen how many bruises he’s got on his body? Come on, he can take it.
Would purposely create situations or put you in positions where you can reciprocate his biting. He’d push his fingers between your lips and pry your mouth open so he can hear you moan. You’ve gotta bite him to make him stop.
Remember in Visi’s dream where he slipped his thumb into her mouth? Yeah he’d do it to you. Tease and taunt you too, looking at you like butter wouldn’t melt as he says “I can handle a little bite. Mark me, baby.”
You decided to walk your dog in the middle of the night since your morning shift at the SDN eats up your time. Passing up drinks with the rest of the team, you wanted to make it up to your dog for not walking him for quite some time.
As you were walking downtown, your dog walked over to a dog bowl infront of a bar and drank from it. You smiled and watched, unaware of the man sitting nearby.
"Oh, are you a thirsty little boy?"
"I guess I am."
You look up in shock to see a disheveld Sonar, taking a swig of his beer before his eyes widened, his ears twitching as he realized his mistake. You both make.. Awkward eye contact, both of you with mortified looks on your faces, before he chokes on his beer, wheezing and coughing it out.
"I am so sorry— holy fuck— shit!"
He'd say through coughs and wheezes as he thumped his chest, and you couldn't help but snicker.
PAIRING: robert robertson x fem!reader
WARNINGS: no use of y/n, fwb
GENRE: fluff, suggestive?
PLAYLIST: here
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
REQUESTED: yes
NOTE: pretend he has his own office in this one
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you’re slumped in your usual seat at the briefing table, listening to malevola and sonar bicker in the corner, the others doing their own thing, you’re picking at the label on your coffee, when robert finally walks in.
he's carrying a pink box from the bakery three blocks over.
there’s a wave of surprise that moves through the room. robert is many things but he is not a bring in donuts kind of superior. but here he is, setting the box down with a thud. “help yourselves,” he announces, his voice lacking it's usual undertone of impatience.
as the team descends on the pastries, you hang back, a smugness spreading through your chest. you know this version of robert.
you’ve become intimately familiar with it over the past few weeks. this is the robert who’s been sleeping properly. the one whose shoulders have lost their permanent defensive hunch.
the one who, just last night, had you pinned against your apartment door, his mouth hot on your neck, whispering things that were decidedly not safe for work.
you’re not dating. it’s an arrangement, mutually beneficial for the both of you.
the meeting drones on, but the atmosphere’s lighter. people are actually engaging for once. halfway through, flambae leans back in his chair, smirk already tugging at his mouth. “so, robert,” he drawls, voice thick with amusement.
“not to get all touchy feely or anything, but you’ve been in an awfully good mood lately. new skincare routine? secret hobby? or…” his grin widens, eyes flicking toward you before landing back on robert,
“someone keeping you well rested?” he taps the donut box with a finger. “these are a nice touch, by the way.”
a few people chuckle in agreement. robert, who is now standing at the head of the table, doesn’t stiffen or scowl like you might have expected. a faint flush creeps up his neck, but he manages a tight smile.
“if we can return our focus to what's actually important,” he deflects, smoothly steering the conversation back to safer waters.
but his eyes, for just a fraction of a second, flicker to you.
you bring your coffee to your lips, hiding the proud smirk that threatens to split your face. you take a slow, deliberate sip, your eyes locked with his over the rim of the cup. you don’t blink. you just let the smug satisfaction shine through, a silent message just for him.
your look screams, “i did this.” we did this. this is all because of me.
he holds your eyes for a moment too long, his professional face firmly in place, but you see the crack in the facade. you see the way his jaw tightens, just a little, in the way he slightly bites his bottom lip.
he looks away first, turning to the screen, but the tips of his ears are still pink.
the meeting continues, but for you, there’s now a strong tension pulling at you two. every time he speaks, you remember how his voice had dropped to a murmur as his lips brushed your neck.
every time he gestures with his hands, you recall the feel of those same fingers feeling on your skin.
you can tell he's really trying to keep it together. you're at work for crying out loud. still, you can’t pretend it’s not a little entertaining, knowing that he’s probably replaying the way you bit his shoulder to keep quiet last night.
finally, he dismisses everyone with a “that’s all.” chairs scrape back, and the room stirs with the low shuffle and chatter of everyone leaving.
you take your time, gathering your stuff and the now empty coffee cup, letting the crowd thin. robert is pretending to be engrossed in shutting down the projector, his back to the room.
this is your moment.
you walk towards the door, but instead of leaving, you hover just outside in the hallway, out of sight from the glass of the doors. as he emerges, phone in hand, you reach out, your fingers curling gently but firmly around his wrist. he freezes, his head snapping towards you.
“a word, sir?” an innocent purr that doesn’t match the intent in your eyes.
his gaze darts down the hall, confirming it’s empty. “this isn’t-” he starts, his tone all business, but you’re already pulling him into the small, dim supply closet two doors down. it’s a tight fit, filled with the smell of old paper and toner.
the door clicks shut, plunging you into near darkness, a single sliver of light from under the door cutting across his face. his professional stance is gone, replaced by a startled anticipation.
“what are you doing?” he whispers, but not really in protest.
you don’t bother answering. instead, you push him back until he hits the shelf of printer paper, your hands sliding up his neck to catch his face and you kiss him.
nothing soft, it’s possessive, something of the kiss version of that smug little smile you wore all throughout the meeting.
a wordless reminder to him that this was exactly why he was in such a good mood.
it takes him a second to register your touch, but with a low groan he breaks. his hands wrap around you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other splaying against the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.
he kisses you back with the same desperation. his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting of coffee and the faint sugar from the donuts.
this is the robert you know. not your boss, not your dispatcher, but the one who comes undone beneath you. you can feel the frantic beat of his heart as his chest pressed against yours.
when you finally break apart, you’re both breathing heavily, the sound loud in the confined space.
you rest your forehead against his, your smug smile returning, now pressed against his lips. “so,” you whisper, “the donuts were a nice touch.”
he huffs a quiet, breathless laugh, his thumb stroking your cheek. “shut up,” he murmurs, but there’s no heat in it, pressing another kiss to your mouth.
“we can’t stay in here,” he gets out after another moment, his voice regaining a sliver of its usual command, though it’s thoroughly undermined by the fact that he’s still holding you tightly against him.
“i know,” you agree, not moving an inch.
he steals one last, quick kiss. “ugh fine! my office. five minutes.”
he disentangles himself, smooths down his tie, and slips out the door, leaving you alone in the dark. you lean back against the shelves, a slow grin spreading across your face. you can still taste him on your lips.
$ Just about always has an arm slung around your shoulders or waist you’re alright with it. Walking together, sitting, you name it!
$ He’s gotten in the habit of telling you to cover your ears before he lets loose a screech.
$ Adores surprise kisses, just pressing them to your cheek whenever he feels like it or pulling you in if he thinks you’re being extra cute. Bonus points if others are watching and he can smirk proudly after at them like ‘ha, that’s right, I got ‘em and you didn’t’. If you do it back, though, he's a mess, so smiley and almost shy for once in his life.
$ Early in your relationship when he's feeling spicy, Victor will probably ask you if you 'want to see where the bat ends and the man begins'. Up to you if this works or not!
$ Will literally tell people ‘my partner is better than yours’. Turns it into a yo mama joke-esque comeback if he can.
$ One day you buy him some of those bug lollipops as a joke. This dork, though, big wet eyes when you give it to him saying how you understand him. You’re in his arms now. There’s no stopping this. “I fucking love those things! I thought I was the only one!” You don’t have the heart to tell him all three were for him, frankly.
$ I am sorry to say this, but he probably gifts you an NFT at least once 😔🤙🏻 Victor’s lucky you love him! It may take a few times, but once you explain it to him he will be much more thoughtful and personal with future gifts to you, though.
$ For example, he takes it as a chance to flex to whisk you away to any state or corner of the world to bring you to the largest convention of your passion! Comic cons, massive garden shows, music festivals, author or booktuber gatherings, the super bowl, even a farming expo, you name it and Victor is by your side for it. Even if he's bored out of his mind, his eyes are on you and that wide, wonder-filled smile.
$ You're not the first person to pull Victor in for a kiss by his tie, but by god, you make it seem like it somehow. Every single time brings a smile and a special eagerness across his lips.
$ This little shit loooooves putting his cold hands up your shirt just to see how you react!
$ Would honestly be down to play the pocky game with you, but I can see him substituting a twinkie instead 🤭
$ Wouldn’t ask you to do it, but Victor adores the habit you pick up of running your hands along his head, his back, everywhere the surprisingly soft fur grows. You’ll definitely catch him purring and nuzzling into you, even if he tells you not to tell anyone about this! It reaches a point, though, where he’ll lay next to you in bed and butt his head against you, clearly asking for your hand on him without having to speak it.
$ If Victor has the aux, you’ll probably be listening to podcasts or cringe millennial pop (he feels comfortable enough around you not to fake it with the rap or dad rock he puts on for the bros). If you don’t like this, it becomes a source of playful banter which usually ends in your boyfriend letting you have your way ‘because you’re so hot’.
$ Loves swiping his tongue along the seam of your lips as you kiss, hands winding tighter around your waist.
$ Just as he likes to keep you in a protective hold in his main form, so it is with the bat. You’re one of the few people he can really control himself around, in fact you help his bat form stay calm and he often falls asleep with you tucked firmly beneath his wings and wakes up spooning you with his arms.
$ May teasingly, very gently, smack your bottom when he’s feeling frisky or goofy and you walk past him or bend over in his vicinity.
$ Hot tub kisses! And shenanigans if willing. Just Victor pulling you into his chest and running a hand up and down your back, warm water bubbling around your intertwined bodies beneath the moonlight. One of Victor’s favorite dates ever 😌
$ Sneaks up behind you when you’re trying to pay at the store, credit in hand. “Put that on my card.”
$ Has a field day when he finds out from Janelle about all the CEO boyfriend fanfic and books out there. “You into this stuff? ‘Cause I’d be happy to pretend you’re my assistant or—” “Don’t even think about it. I can’t believe you thought of that before all the shifter stuff, honestly.” “The what?” “Uh oh.”
$ As much as Victor talked up not wanting to get married and “tie himself down”, with you by his side forever he feels like he’d be the best version of himself. If it’s something you want too, he’d go all out with the proposal, probably taking you on a helicopter ride and having his proposal written out on the ground in flowers, so big (and expensive) it’s visible from the sky. “Well, will you?” You hear your boyfriend say as you gape at the massive display, turning to see Victor on one knee with a massive ring in your dream style.
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Since you mentioned dispatch, tease for Robert if you please?
tease: how they respond to flirting.
He notices your tone, the lightness in your cadence. Robert thinks it over in his head. Okay, are they flirting or just being a little friendly because they're a bit tipsy? Your eyes flicker with a sort of impish sheen, and then he's like, okay, maybe they are flirting. And, being the guy who isn't very short about much, he asks, "Are you flirting? Is that what's going on?"
You shrug, "I guess. The beer makes me bolder," You hold it in front of him in emphasis. Your mouth craves into a frown, and your eyes no longer hold that flicker from earlier. "Sorry, are you uncomfortable? Should I stop and pretend this conversation never happened?"
Something electric surges within him, his fingers tingle, and he clutches his own beer. "No, actually, I was just asking so I could respond properly." Robert feels his heart stutter just a little when your eyes light up with something--hope, maybe, now that he's looking. The type of hope you feel when you previously felt a possible dent in your plans.
If anything, he wants it. He wants to know how much more you'll keep the confidence because if he's being honest--it's hot.
PAIRING: invisigal x gn!reader
WARNINGS: no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff
PLAYLIST: here
WORD COUNT: 679
NOTE: first courtney fic kinda nervous :'D
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she’s already muttering under her breath before the door even shuts behind her. a dull thud as her bag hits the floor, followed by the loudest groan as she fights with her coat sleeve. you can hear the exhaustion in it.
“court?” you call from the couch, shifting to look over the backrest. she pauses mid battle with her jacket, hair slightly mussed, eyes tired. still, she gives you a smile.
“hey.”
you don’t even bother with words after that. you just hold your arms open. she doesn’t need convincing. the coat lands in a heap near the door, she all but leaps over the sofa and collapses into your lap, her body folding into yours.
her head finds your chest, you feel the warmth of her breath through your shirt.
“long day?” you murmur, brushing a hand through her hair.
she hums in something between a sigh and a laugh. “you have no idea.”
“i can tell,” you murmur, your thumb tracing circles against her shoulder. beneath your touch, she’s solid, muscles tense, shoulders sore. she smells faintly of smoke and outside, probably from whatever fieldwork she’s been on, it was mixed with that subtle hint of her shampoo.
for a while, neither of you talk. the tv flickers in front of you both. the volume low, showing some old sitcom rerun you’d forgotten was even playing. her breathing slows against you, and yours matches it without thinking. when your fingers start to work lightly at her shoulders, she moans softly, half protesting, half melting.
“mm… that feels so fucking good,” she mumbles.
“not hurting you, am i?,” you question, slightly stopping and she pushes herself closer to you.
“no, don't stop, i was enjoying that!” she mutters, voice fading as she relaxes further as you continue.
you bend a little, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. her hair tickles your lips, and you linger there longer than you probably should, but she doesn’t move. she just exhales.
“it’ll get easier,” you whisper, unsure if you mean the bruises or the exhaustion.
she hums again, as if she’s saying i know. her fingers twist lazily into the hem of your shirt, needing a hold on you.
the minutes stretch, but they don’t drag. you keep your hands moving, slow, now absentmindedly tracing patterns across her back. from between her shoulder blades, down the dip of her spine, to the gentle curve of her waist where her shirt has bunched up a little.
your fingers follow the rhythm, pressing lightly in some places, easing out tension she’s too tired to fight.
she makes these small sounds when you find a sore spot, tiny groans, half asleep sighs that vibrate against your chest. you could almost map her day from them.
the bruise on her shoulder from a rough landing, the tightness at her neck from straining for too long, the knots in her lower back from carrying too much. you don’t need to ask. you just listen with your hands.
the rooms dimmer now, quieter. you can feel her melt further into you
you think about saying something to her. something small, maybe even brave. you did great today or i like this, us, like this. but when you go to tilt your head to check on her, the words fall flat before they can form.
she’s asleep.
her face is slack now, free of the tension she carries when she’s awake. her mouth parted slightly, a lock of hair had fallen over her cheek. you can feel the faintest tickle of her breath against your chest.
you smile without meaning to. carefully shifting just enough to pull the blanket from the back of the cushions over the two of you. she stirs a little, nestling her face closer, her fingers brushing your side.
you rest your head back and exhale, letting yourself sink into the couch, into her. the voices of the tv fade in and out, you don’t move again. you just stay there, holding her while she dreams, slowly letting yourself do the same.
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