⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " huh, mustve been the wind... " dispatch x gn! reader ,, note! this is basically you sending them nudes while they're at work! || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, prism, malevola, sonar, flambae, waterboy x gn! reader
⋆˚࿔ cw: NSFW & 18+ CONTENT, reader is dirty minded and loves to tease their partner :) TEXTS ARE FROM READER'S POV!! no specified genitalia/anatomy ^_^
⋆˚࿔ synopsis. when their significant other can't wait till home so they text 'something' to catch them off guard! what do they do?!
My bestie came up with this prompt, this is for you bro. Reader is like iceman in this, cuz why not. Enjoy nerds.
Ngl, just happy with kinktober being over... I’m just really tired gang. I have weekly psychologist meetings now, so I feel worn out. Enjoy the thirst. Love yall.
Kinktober 2025 masterlist.
Imagine being a villain alongside Chad. You guys are polar opposites, literally, with him being fire and you being ice, but you guys are still drawn together.
You guys both end up working for the SDN in the same program, and you both are so fucking annoying to work with. You guys are horrible when put together on missions, but even worse when apart.
Chad is well... Chad. He causes a lot of fire damage, and you always put it out real easy. When you guys aren’t together it means more property damage. You also leave massive areas covered in ice.
Anyways. You guys are freaks(tm). You guys will fuck in your “flame/ice on” mode, and it causes a lot of steam.
Sometimes when you guys are making out, you will ice your tongue and shove it down Chad’s throat. Chad will return the favor later when he’s sucking you off, and heats his mouth up just enough for it to burn but not actually damage you.
Chad has a real thing for the cold because of you. He runs hot, so it just feels really good just cuddling you, but he’s extra sensitive when you ice your hands and rub them all over his body. His nipples harden so nicely when you flick your thumbs over them.
He has a not-so-secret love for you icing your hands and grabbing his dick, keeping them so cold he can’t get hard even if he’s so turned on it’s making him dizzy.
You on the other hand, have a thing for fire and heat. You love when he lights his fingers on fire and push them into your mouth, so they can hiss and get extinguished by your spit.
Sometimes Chad will heat up his insides when you are inside him, just to hear you groan and see you start to sweat like you’ve ran a marathon.
Chad has two freeze burn scars on his hips, in the shape of your hands. They are visible when he “flames on” as blue-ish flames. You have similar hand shaped burn scars on your shoulders in the shape of his hands, they appear as darker ice when you “ice on”.
No, you guys are not ashamed by it. Yes, you guys will both explain what it is if asked.
How [ FLAMBAE ] flirts his way out of getting written up. MALE HR!reader
“Hey pretty boy, you come here often?” Flambae leans over the counter, biceps flexing as he stares down at you.
“I wish I didn’t.” You deadpan, barely casting a glance at the ember-eyed asshole looking at you like his next meal.
Flambae pushes himself off the counter, scoffing. “Oh dont be like that, cmon now!” He saunters his way around the desk making himself comfortable behind you and your chair. “Wouldnt want you to miss me too much, amirite?”
Your eye twitches, keyboard clicking harder under your fingers. “Flambae…”
He starts massaging your shoulders, warming his hands up as he continues buttering you up, no doubt. “Now, now, you work so hard– Wouldnt want you getting too stressed y’know–”
To any other eyes, this would look like a sweet moment between lovers. Maybe too much PDA that could definitely warrant a HR violation– but sweet nonetheless. However.
However.
You very well knew that the comedic timing of your flammable hero coming down to be uncharacteristically nice to you after the fire alarm went off a few minutes ago was no coincidence.
“What did you blow up this time?”
He lets out a chuckle, a little more awkward. “Pssh, me? Blow something up? Please! I could never.”
“Flambae.”
“It was the microwave.”
You clicked your tongue, turning your head to glare at him behind you. “Flambae!” You pushed him back, swiveling your chair as you crossed your arms to scold him. “You broke the microwave?”
“Not broke,” he said, crossing his arms defensively. “More like... upgraded the microwave’s functionality.”
“Upgraded?” you repeated slowly.
“Yeah. It now doubles as a smoke machine.”
A headache blooms behind your eyes, another one this week. The 5th? The 7th? It was only Tuesday. Record low for you, honestly.
“For fucks sake, flambae..”
Flambae threw his hands up. “How was I supposed to know you can’t put aluminum foil in there?”
“Every microwave manual. Every safety poster in the pantry. Every email from HR—which, by the way, is me.”
“Well maybe if you sent me more texts I’d remember–”
You smack his arm, he flinches as he cradles it back. “Do not start.”
“You really need to think about me in and out work more y'know," You cringe, awkwardly nodding at a few of your coworkers starting to stare your way.
“I said don't start–”
“Because I,” Flambae points at himself, shoulders sparking before igniting in orange blazes. “Flambae, the one who controls the fire and the flame, whose skin does not burn, thinks about you constantly.” He waltzes around you, taking you chair and spinning you to look away from your little audience. Also for dramatic effect.
“Like, really constantly. When I'm fighting, bench-pressing quadruple your weight, in the shower, when I’m in bed all alone–” His breath meets your neck, warm as he whispers into your ear. You feel yourself heat up, pushing his face away. “Alright, alright, I get it! Fucking perv…”
“You’re trying to flirt your way out of another HR violation,” you shake your head, ignoring the hand snaking around your waist.
“Is it working?”
“No.” You turn your head to look at him again. Resolve cracking the second you meet those bitchy little eyes. “This is another HR violation by the way.”
“Eh,” He shrugs. “Never stopped me before–” And suddenly his hand is on your thigh, thumb tracing much too close to your crotch. You slap it away before any blood comes rushing the wrong way.
“Yeah, yeah. I won’t write you up. Go away.” You pull your chair closer to your desk, whispering under your breath. “Save it for when we get back home..”
Theres a grin on his lips as he presses it against your cheek. Victorious. “No promises. Love ya.”
He winks as he makes his way out of your department, much to your dismay.
He promised himself that this wouldn't happen again. That he was only at your apartment to vent out the frustration he had with Robert. So how did it lead up to him lying on his back legs wide and open for you? His hard stiff cock was lying against his stomach.
Your hands roamed down his hairy chest and down his stomach before meeting his hairy crotch and hard cock. Your knuckles are brushing against the side of his length.
The way you barely touched his needy cock drove him insane. He wanted more, his body craved more. More attention, friction, more affection anything, but he was too stubborn to ask. He didn’t wanna beg you for anything.
Finally having enough teasing you began to jerk off his cock. Your hands gave him slow tugs and pumps while not breaking eye contact studying and staring at Flambae’s every reaction. Flambae’s body slowly began to tense. A low sharp gasp tears from his lips as pleasure coiled tight in his stomach.
“Oh…fuck..fuckin finally..”
The villain said in a shaky tone a far cry from his usual confident and cocky tone. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable. The feeling of being at your complete and utter mercy.
As your hand went faster, Flambae felt himself growing more and more desperate. The desire was building, but he could tell you looked completely unfazed which ticked him off. In the back of his mind, he wanted you to feel just as good as he did.
“What are you doing…stop fuckin playing with it..f-fucking asshole.” He said with no real bite. His eyes were rolling up into his head as he tried to lean to your touch.
Precum already drizzled down onto his cock into your tight hand. You spat on his cock a little bit wanting to make it wetter. You toyed with his cock slapping it against his own stomach for your own amusement. His cock was hard, wet, and unbelievably sensitive.
He bit his lip holding back his moans. He arched into your hands his body craving the friction. Thrusting his hips to meet you halfway he let out muffle sounds of pleasure. His hands gripping the sheets as he closed his eyes panting probably imagining he was fucking some toy.
You leaned and began to click your tongue against his nipples. Flambae body pressed against you, grinding up against you. His moans rise louder as if he wanted you to know how you’re affecting him. Your teeth tugged against his nipple sucking at it. Feeling your mouth clamp around him dragged whimpers from him.
Letting go of his cock you opened the nightstand looking for the lube. “Hury the-fuck up..” Flambae said softly rushing you. In the corner of your eye, you see the villain's chest rising up and down. You pulled out the bottle and put it on the bed within arm's reach.
“Lie on your bed stomach c'mon pretty boy..” You said softly encouraging. Flambae did what he was told but still said a few things under his breath. He was definitely a bit flustered from the compliment but didn't want to show it. “Arch that back for me..” You said as you reached up to his hair and took it out of his ponytail.
Then you took his hips and raised it a bit higher before diving in licking around his hole.
Flambae practically whimpered at the touch, his hips jerking forward instinctively as he obeyed without hesitation. His back arched deeper, giving you full access—his entire body was trembling now with need. Flambae’s mind went blank as he felt the heat and wetness of your tongue against his skin. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and he found himself gripping onto the sheets even tighter. His body betrayed his words as he let out a low, guttural moan.
“F-fuck—” His voice cracked, “You’re killin’ me like this…”
He clenched the sheets tighter, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping them. Every drag of your tongue had him seeing stars.
His breath was ragged, every word a struggle as pleasure overwhelmed him completely. Flambae was lost in the sensations, his entire body trembling and shuddering with desire. Every moment was a delicious torment, and he didn't know how much more he could take.
"I... I need you.. inside me" He gasped, desperate and needy—* "Please, babe, please... I can't take this— I can't…" He was begging, shameless in his need, but he didn't care anymore. All he wanted was to be close to his lover. You stared at him before picking up the bottle of lube and lubing your cock ready cor the villain. His is body twitching with anticipation. He could feel the tension building up again, his breathing becoming shallower as he waited for what was coming next. Flambae looked back over his shoulder, meeting your gaze with a look of needy desperation. He needed this, needed him so badly, it was almost pathetic now.
His words came out as a ragged whisper, trembling with need: "Please—I'm ready. I need you."
You pushed your cock inside of him, holding his hips. Your head reached out grabbing his hair yanking it causing him to throw his head back moaning. He was grabbing at the sheets whimpering out your name. His eyes were rolling into his head. He was starting to pant and hitched breathing.
Flambae’s entire body locked up at the first stretch, a sharp cry tearing from his throat as he buried his face in the sheets. His fingers dug into them like they were his only lifeline, every muscle tense—then melting all at once. He arched back greedily against your hips, begging for more without words.
All coherency left him completely. The words he wanted to say got caught in his throat, leaving him with nothing but broken moans and gasps. His legs went weak, threatening to give out underneath him as he clutched at the sheets, desperately trying to keep himself from completely collapsing under the waves of pleasure. Flambae was going to lose his mind like this, he was sure of it. He was already close.
His mind was completely clouded now. Every thought was replaced by the only one he had left—the need to be close, to feel you completely. He managed to gasp out a few words between breaths, so wrecked he could barely recognize his own voice.
"Y-you can — I want —" The words stuck in his throat. He was desperate, needy, shameless. "Inside, please — inside, please, fuck, I—"
Flambae entire body tensed up at his sudden thought, His mind was completely gone—no more teasing, no more words—just raw need. He wanted you to cum inside. His mind was fully overwhelmed by pleasure and need. Letting out lewd moans he imagined being filled by you. His hips jerked back desperately to meet each thrust, begging for it without shame now.
"I want it," He managed to croak out, "I want you to fill me up so bad— I need it—" He was so close he couldn't stand it, just completely overwhelmed in every sense of the word. He needed you to fill him, to mark him, to claim him as his own. It was more than just the act of sex—it was a need that ran all the way through to his core. His need, his desire, his craving—they all belonged to you, and he'd do anything for the release, the satisfaction of knowing he belonged to someone so wholly. He needed to give in to his desire, to let go and lose himself in that feeling completely.
Flambae arched back as his breathing became sharp gasping his head dropped onto the pillow. He was cumming shootinghis his streaks of cum onto the sheets. He felt wrecked, completely exhausted and utterly spent—but also more alive than he'd felt in a long time. He was still shaking, the aftershocks of his climax coursing through him like electricity. He felt empty, needing you close, needing you to hold him. He reached out a hand, grabbing weakly at the other man's arm, trying to pull him close.
You thrusted into him with your full weight pounding your cock him. He was grabbing at your arm for comfort, you began to shower his faces in kisses. “Cum inside..please…fucking breed me…I want all of you.” He said in a whimper like a whisper.
“Please cum inside of me..” He said in a plea before pulling you for a kiss. The both of you shared a heated and messy kiss. He begged you against your lips begging for you to cum inside. With a few heavy thrust you came fully inside of him. You continued to kiss his face as you rode out your orgasm milking your entire cock inside of him.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and pants. You cuddled him kissing his neck. Flambae was leaning into your touch.
“You’re so perfect..so handsome. You took me so well. You do so good for me.”
Flambae barely responded as he kissed him back. They wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and soft affection.
Summary: After getting injured, you asked the Z-Team to keep it a secret because you didn't want the attention on you.
a/n: I'm currently a bit upset, but now that I have time, you all are getting a one-shot
As you walked ahead of your teammates, their stares slowly began to annoy you. Your steps were slower than usual, and your right hand pressed tightly against the right side of your abdomen. It wouldn't be noticeable to anyone else since you were wearing a jacket over your black suit, but your teammates knew.
"You sure about this?" Prism tilted her head as she carefully caught up to you. Her tone was unsure. Having worked together before, you'd say that the three of you got along the best, though Flambae was keeping quiet this time since it was technically his fault.
"Very," you answered, pressing tighter against the wound. In your opinion, it wasn't that bad, you had gone through worse.
Not really believing you, Prism glanced at the others behind her. They were all unsure. Even Coupé told you to get your injury checked out, but you just ignored her.
The mission didn't go well, and that was punishment enough for you, so you sucked it up and ignored the pain. Z-Team was known for causing trouble, but even though you were part of that team, you still had a perfectionist streak. Everything had to be perfect, whether it was about you or associated with you.
They call you a control freak. If you didn't like a plan or felt it wouldn't succeed, you'd do it your own way. This time, though, you couldn't do anything about it.
Flambae's usually confident posture was replaced by shrugged shoulders as if he were trying to make himself look small. Guilt was written all over his face. His eyes stared at the floor, he didn't even look into yours once.
Punch Up ended up just patting Flambae on the lower back, not knowing what else to do, as they all followed into the meeting room.
Robert was already sitting there with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked like he hadn't slept well, which was obvious since he also wasn't in the mood for discussions. However, this one he had to do. A failed mission, especially one coming from you, was something he hadn't expected nor wanted to imagine.
The ex-villains took a seat though his eyes were only focused on you and quite surprised that you weren't sitting at your usual seat which would be beside him.
Nonetheless, right now there were more important matters to discuss so he straightened up his posture though his arms remained crossed against his chest. "I want you to explain me this shit show I just had to watch through the cameras" he said with an unamused tone.
Great start, you thought while rolling your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. Wanting to respond but not being fast enough, Invisigal's voice was heard.
"The usual, don't even know why you got your panties in a twist" her tone was biting as her lips pulled into a smirk.
Perfect timing, you sarcastically said in your mind. Started out great and now it was going to get only better. Sometimes you wish you could just tape her mouth shut rather than her getting you all into more trouble by provoking others.
"I don't-" Robert cut himself off, arguing with her was never going to end well and he knew that.
Giving you a glance Malevola noticed how pale you were starting to get and how you seemed to struggle with keeping your eyes open which made her lean forward to make eye contact with the dispatcher "Could we maybe talk about this another time? I really-" and before she could continue, Sonar joined in. "I agree with her, let's all go" already getting ready to leave, Robert's patients was running thin.
"Sit down," his tone was sharp. Sonar immediately sat down and looked at Malevola, as if to say, "I tried my best." She just shook her head.
Robert let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "I know this mission was difficult, but the way you all acted today was just batshit crazy." He directed his eyes at Flambae, who was biting his lip. "Especially you. You weren't even listening to me. You were walking in the wrong direction and making a fool of yourself."
At that, Flambae balled his hands into fists, trying to stay quiet, while Golem became uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
"Yeah, let's cut this short. I'm out of here," Prism said suddenly, walking toward the door. Robert slammed his fist on the table, getting everyone's attention, and stopped her before she could leave.
"No one is leaving until I say so." His voice was rough, and he was definitely angry now. He suddenly looked at you as you pressed your hand deeper into the wound. Your hand was already smeared with blood, but he didn't notice.
"I expected better from you. Joking around and not even trying to complete the mission correctly. What's wrong with you today?"
Coming from him, it was a hard hit. You two got along, and your recent realization of your feelings for him didn't make it any better.
You wanted his approval, to do everything perfectly and be praised, even if it meant nothing to him because you were just an ex-villain. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I know, but-" Your voice shook as you struggled to form a sentence, already lightheaded.
He stood up and slowly walked toward you. "Then why didn't you do better?" Suddenly, the screeching of a chair was heard, and flames were seen from Flambae's balled fists. He had tried to hold himself back, but it was getting too far.
"It was my fault. Stop bitching!" He said in a biting tone, as Robert scoffed.
"Oh great, so you do know that you fucked up."
Before the situation could escalate further, you wrapped your hand around Robert's wrist. "Let's talk about this another time, please," you said. You really weren't the type to beg, but this time it was necessary.
Turning his head toward you, Robert suddenly noticed your bloody hand clutched tight against your jacket.
His face softened. "What happened?" he asked, crouching down. He took your hand, which was holding his wrist, in his hand and softly drew circles around the back of it with his thumb.
"If you had kept your mouth shut and not called us into this fucking meeting, we would already be with a medic," Prism muttered angrily. His question still unanswered, Robert only looked into your eyes, ignoring her.
He softly pushed a strand of your hair back. Your eyes started to slowly flutter shut, so he cupped your face and lightly slapped your cheek. His eyes frantically roamed your face. "Don't close your eyes, pretty. Keep them on me," he whispered. The others couldn't hear him, but you did.
You nodded your head slowly and cursed under your breath as he suddenly lifted you up into his arms. "I know it hurts, but please hold on," he muttered, carrying you out of the room and trying to get you to the medic.
The Z-Team's surprised and shocked faces watched them, not expecting that to happen.
"I didn't know he was that strong," Punch Up said, breaking the silence as Flambae suddenly walked out of the meeting room.
"Should we go after him?" Golem asked. Everyone just shook their heads. They had already gotten involved quite a lot.
While your wound was being examined, Robert sat on the ground outside the medic's room, leaning his back against the wall, running his hand down his face in frustration.
If he hadn't been so harsh, you wouldn't be in so much pain right now, and he felt more than just guilt. Shutting you off a week ago had been difficult enough.
He missed your lighthearted jokes, deep conversations, fleeting touches, and the praise you gave him when the others weren't listening. Robert had a crush—and not just a small one.
"Bob-Bob" Hearing that stupid nickname would've usually frustrated him, but he couldn't focus on that right now.
"What?" He asked. Exhaustion was catching up with him as he looked up and saw a surprisingly calm, yet sad-looking, Flambae.
They stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds. Still no word from Flambae, but it looked like something was bothering him.
"You know my name isn't B-"
"I'm sorry!" The loud voice of the tall ex-villain could be heard, and Robert's eyes widened.
He opened his mouth to say something but was immediately cut off by a "Shut up!" as Flambae sat down next to him.
Robert closed his mouth and looked at the now flustered guy. "It was my fault. If I had listened, nobody would've gotten hurt." For once, the ex-villain was apologizing and looking pretty guilty.
Usually, Robert would have gotten angry, since it was Flambae's fault that you got hurt. But seeing him this way made Robert hold back. "You know you look pretty pathetic, right?"
"Fuck off, tiny peen," he muttered. Robert couldn't hold back a chuckle, which made Flambae smile a bit.
"So far, there has been no screaming," said Coupé, as they all waited for something to happen.
"Then nobody got killed," Golem spoke up, and they all nodded. "Yet, at least."
The moment the medic told them they could come in, Flambae ran inside, which made Robert shake his head with a slight smile. He'd let Flambae talk to you first before the guilt completely consumed him.
Ten to fifteen minutes passed as the tall guy walked past him, saying, "Don't tell anyone." He obviously didn't want the Z-Team to know how vulnerable he was.
And finally, he was able to see you again. The first thing you said was, "You called me pretty."
Robert raised an eyebrow and sat down in the chair next to the bed. "Blood loss affects your hearing."
"Bullshit," you said with a grin as you felt Robert hold your hand and squeeze it.
"Next time, tell me," he said, leaning toward you until his forehead almost touched yours.
"If it ends up with me being called pretty, I'll definitely keep quiet again."
"You don't have to get injured for me to call you pretty."
Looking through the small window of the room, all of Z-Team watched their interaction.
"Yeah, they've definitely fucked," Invisigal said, prompting a chorus of "Yes's." They didn't even realize that the two of you were currently watching them with amused looks on your faces.
⚠︎sex in a public space, getting caught, creampie⚠︎
☢︎︎Minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎
☞︎︎︎Sometimes y/n gets a little needy at work☜︎︎︎
✍︎ 532
“Fuck-!”
“Shhh, you’ll get us caught.” Y/n huffed as he covered Robert’s mouth with his hand.
His cock drilled into the dispatcher at a relentless speed. The dispatcher moaned into the hand and leaned his head back against the other man’s shoulder.
The closet they chose for this friendly matter was unbelievably stuffed. Yet that didn’t stop y/n from having his way with his boyfriend.
“You know I love the way you sound, Robbie, but today I need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy?” Y/n purred into the dispatcher’s ear as he continued to drill into him the exact way that made Robert loud.
The dispatcher knew this game. And he failed it each time. Especially here at the SDN, especially when Galen is at work. Luckily for them, Galen was not at work today. Maybe that’s why y/n was so eager to drag his boyfriend into the closet.
Robert moaned and reached down to stroke his cock. He loved it when his boyfriend got like this. So hungry for him. He looked over his shoulder to watch his boyfriend’s face. Y/n’s eyes were closed, and his lips were parted.
“Fuck… Robert…” Y/n leaned over the dispatcher to bury his face in his shoulder to muffle his voice. His thrusts started to stutter. The dispatcher braced his hands against the wall he was pressed against and used it to push back against y/n’s thrusts. The hero gasped and leaned on the dispatcher’s back. His cheek rested on his shoulder as he got lost in the pleasure.
Robert moaned. His legs started to tremble, but he didn’t stop pushing back. Y/n used one hand to stroke the dispatcher’s twitching cock. “Shit!” Robert gasped. He came over y/n’s hand and the wall. His forehead rested against the cold wall as he forced his body to keep moving.
Y/n thrusted with desperation to chase his own climax. “Just a little more…” He reassured. He grabbed Robert’s hips to keep him moving. “Fuck…” He cursed and bottomed out. He didn’t pull out until he spilled his last drop deep inside the former Mechaman. He leaned against the limp man.
They both collected their breath in silence. Satisfaction spread through both of their bodies once they started to calm down. Y/n pressed gentle kisses over Robert’s shoulder as he slowly pulled out.
“Hey, you two! You'd better hurry up! We need our dispatcher back.” A familiar Afghan voice called out from behind the door.
Y/n chuckled and rested his forehead on Robert’s shoulder. The dispatcher glared at the door as if Chad could see him through it.
“Come on, job’s calling.” Y/n hummed. He patted the dispatcher’s ass before dressing him. When they managed to make themselves look somewhat sociable, Robert kissed y/n.
“I love you, but we’re never doing this in this closet again.” He huffed but smiled. Y/n laughed before kissing him again. “Whatever you say, Robbie.”
They do end up having sex in the SDN again, just not in this tiny closet. It’s Robert’s fault that he failed to specify that he meant no sex at work in general, and not just that closet.
imagine being the puppyboy of the z-team, your powers basically just make you a hybrid and you were originally hired to boost the mood of the team but, seems they took a slightly bigger liking to you than originally intended and now you’re wagging your tail getting used as a pretty stress reliever by anyone who feels the need, then cuddled and taken care of, no more worries because your theirs..
Oh absolutely, introduced to the team as a 'moral booster' as Blond Blazer hoped you could help bring them together, which you did just not how see expected. She only realised when she sees the state your left in, noticing the hickeys, scratch marks, but everyone, especially you, seem perfectly content so she doesn't change anything. (She would be a massive hypocrite)
Under the cut due to the length (may have gone overboard about reader whining but you can't tell me they wouldn't be into it)
Robert who is always stressed and just seeing your face helps lift that , (He's a major dog person) when it's quieter around the building he waves you over to sit under his desk and cockwarm him. Just knowing you're there helps him relax even as the team rises his blood pressure. He makes sure you get off as well before guiding you back to the breakroom.
Sonar who jokes about taking you in doggy but can't bring himself to, he loves seeing your face and hearing your whines to much. Always shows up when you and anyone else are fucking because he hears you whining and can't stop himself from needing to see you.
Flambae who immediately starts pulling at your ears and tail, never enough to actually hurt but enough you hear you whine for him to stop. He will take you in doggy, pointing out that the dog is being fucked like a bitch.
Punch Up who always gives your tail a quick tug as he walk by, laughing when you whine and move it away from him. He keeps pulling away from the others to bully his length into your mouth, admiring and feeling up the marks left behind by the other. Teasing you for all the marks as he cums, cleaning you up before pulling you back to the others. (He asks everyone which marks was theres.)
Prism who loves dressing you up, dying your hair, ears and tail with dog safe pet dye. (You don't need the dog version but she can't help herself.) You two don't fuck often but she can't help but to torture you a little, often cockwarming you while doing things on her phone. Waiting until you're whining, digging your fingers into her hips and thrusting up before she starts moving. She makes sure you're clean and pampered before she goes.
Malevola who gives the best scratches, she's able to steal your attention whenever she walks into the room. Oh but how she loves seeing her scratches, her marks, over your body. How she tucks her head into your neck to leave bite marks, she goes crazy seeing her all over you. Also makes sure you're cleaned and pampered before cuddling.
Golem who, no matter what leaves you covered in mud. He rarely needs sexual stress relief, content with hearing you yap or run around him. But those other times consist of him giving you a handjob, and it's weirdly good. He makes sure you get cleaned up before handing you off to someone else.
Coupe who loves hearing you whine as she drags a blade across your skin, but she can't pull herself to make you bleed. She can't help but to take control, riding you until you start crying from overstimulation or cumming dry. Does actually pamper you afterwards, makes sure you're okay and clean before leaving. (She has been found cradling your head against her chest in the breakroom,)
Phenomaman who doesn't really understand the whole hybrid thing (you look nothing like Sonar?) so he learns though the others, and they teach him everything you like. He often confuses your whining and tears for being negative, so he never comes to you for stress relief, scared he'd hurt you.
Waterboy who gets so embarrassed whenever you offer, god forbid he sees you and another person going at it. When he finally accepts your offer he's shaking, he really wants to touch your ears but scared to get them wet, so guide his hands. You will have to take control, ride him until he starts crying. Then he tries to help you clean up but you just become completely drenched.
At the end of the day, where they find you tired out, all argue who's place you'd spend the night at. Even if you have your own place they want you around, normally Malevola and Sonar sneak you out for some food.
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.
