nothin’ fucks with my baby
Summary: You, the villain turned hero Mirage, and your secret husband Robert Robertson lived a quiet and private life. Having been married for 2 years now, you were preparing for your annual anniversary night. You’d been on your way back home when a dart had lunged itself into your side. You wake up in a dark room face to face with your husband, his team, and a woman he’d apparently kicked off. Everything was going quite well until she’d stepped on your buttons, and you had to intervene.
Credits: this post
Tags/warnings: I DO NOT PERMIT USAGE OF AI ON MY WORK AT ALL! PLEASE DON’T TRANSLATE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! MDNI. Suggestive mainly but smut at the beginning. Please be warned, cowgirl, slight bulge kink… leave me alone, nipple sucking, cussing, PTSD flashback, murder, a kiss at the end, Robert just wants to go home and be with his wife, man… Flambae being a little shit, Little use of Y/N I tried not to abuse but in the 2nd to last part I switched to 3rd person POV, Robert calls reader baby, sweet girl, and sweetheart, Your superhero name is Mirage but it’s not enforced your name can be anything you want it to be!
God, my head is spinning… where am I?
The first thoughts that run in your head when the bag is ripped off your head. You’re bound to a chair, and the fluorescent light is beaming down your neck. Your vision becomes clearer, and you start hearing voices. You expect to see some cliché-ass mafia boss point a gun at you until you hear the faint sound of your husband’s voice. Your sweet husband who you were supposed to be spending the day with.
It started with a sunny day— very sunny indeed.
“Ngh.. ah fuck baby do it like that. Just— jus- ahh— Yeahhhh you always know how to take proper care of me don’t you sweetheart?” He groans out as you bounce on top of him. Cowgirl has always and will forever be his favorite position. He moans loudly as you squeeze him again, his thick cock buried deep inside your pussy. He runs his tongue over your left nipple while squeezing the right. “R-Robbie— fuck- ah! ‘M gonna- ‘M gonna cum Robbie please…” You pant out, your movement growing sloppy and tired. Robert grabs your hips and flips you into missionary, pounding deep, hard, and fast into you. “ hah.. don’t— shit you’re so tight.. don’t fucking… cum without me.” The pressure building in your tummy was so overwhelming and it didn’t help when Robert pushed his hand into your stomach and whispered into your ear “You feel me sweetheart? Do you feel me fucking into you?” Then he took the hand that was pushing against your stomach and rubbed your clit with it.
He was sure making it hard not to cum and then the breaking point was when he shoved his fingers inside your mouth and made you taste yourself. “Taste how wet you are for me baby. How sweet and soaked you are f’me. Good girlll.” You couldn’t help but cream all over his dick at that. May the big man forgive you but, how could you not? He dove his fingers back onto your clit and tasted himself, you could tell he was trying not to cum right there and then, which he failed at because not even 30 seconds later, he’s filing you up. “You’re fucking milking me dry, baby. Fuuuuckkk I love this pussy. This pretty pussy, it’s all mine.” He slaps your pussy and then pulls out of you. Only to dive back in and start sucking, kissing and licking your clit. He shoves two fingers inside and starts pumping them in and out. He continues and momentarily breaks away to whisper “Give me one more, just one more baby. You can do it.” You just can’t take anymore and cum all over his fingers and tongue.
You woke Robert up with a quick fuck and then called Blonde Blazer to let her know you weren’t going to be at work today. Not because you were still fucked out and your legs were shaking but also because today’s your anniversary. You were still laid on top of Robert after you finished with Blazer, when he grabbed his phone almost did the same until his phone was snatched out of his hand. “ah, ah! Mr. Robertson, you’re going in.” His hands rest on your waist as his groans, his eyes rolling around as he complains “They’ll be fine, I’ll ask Galen or Chase to cover for me.” You hold his phone higher from him as he tries to reach it.
“Nooooo, you need to be out of the house so that I can make the house all pretty for tonight! I have a lot planned for you!” His hand traces from your waist to the dips in your hips and down to your ass where he squeezes and then caresses the flesh. His eyes rake across your body and land on your chest. “Yeah? What do you have in store for tonight?” His eyes fill with the familiar look of adoration and lust. “Dinner, then dessert and ice cream after if we’re up for it?”
He perks up at the mention of dessert, knowing damn well that means you two are going for round 2 tonight. “Yeah? You gonna wear that set I like? The one with the blue flowers and the black lace I like?” You lean down and cup his face, chests flushed together, and you can feel him get hard again. He wraps his arms around your figure, and your faces are dangerously close to each other now. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see, baby.” He presses a kiss to your lips, and before it can escalate, you get off of him and kick him out of bed before he gets fired for being late.
You’d been walking home from the shops. You decided not to take your car because you’d been keeping track of your steps recently, and Robert had made fun of you for it. Your hands were full, and your arms were aching, but you were almost home. Just a few more minutes, and you’d be at the house and ready to finish dinner. Unfortunately, life had other plans.
Robert found out she was gone from his cubicle. An alert saying some elderly lady swearing she saw a body being shoved into a van. He doesn’t know why alarms weren’t ringing in his head the moment he found out the incident happened near your shared home. He doesn’t know why he felt a heavy pressure in his chest after he sent Invisigal and Sonar on the case. He doesn’t know why his gut is screaming at him to call you or just go home altogether. He doesn’t know why when Blonde Blazer came rushing to his cubicle, he didn’t even listen to her, just bolted straight out of the office and into his car. His vision was tunneling and his heart rate was rising but why?
As soon as he got to his home, he opened the door, not expecting but praying— praying his beautiful wife would be at home, cooking his favorite food in his old college t-shirt, humming her favorite songs on the speaker. He prayed that his beautiful girl would be lounging on the couch with Beef, watching yet another rerun of Jerry Springer or Dr. Phil or Family Feud or whatever trash reality tv show she put on for background noise while doing mundane tasks. Except when he opened the door, it was emptiness— save for Beef, who was panting and barking at Rob’s feet, clearing unaware of his mom’s whereabouts and just excited to see his dad. “Babe?” Robert called out calmly but shaken, “Baby?? Sweetheart, are you here?” He’s started to get desperate. Looking in different rooms, even closets. “Y/N? Please tell me this is just a joke and you’re using your powers on me again.” Nothing, not a giggle or even a signal or trace this was an illusion. It was real, and Robert, for the first time in a long time, was downright terrified.
It was 8:30 p.m. and the sun had set. The car ride to the warehouse you were at was quiet, cramped, and filled with a thick tension. Blazer was 10 above the speed limit, she was tense, and honestly, Robert was restless. In the back of the SDN-issued van Blazer had borrowed was all of the Z-Team who had insisted on coming— save for Flambae who was only forced out of peer pressure. He’s huffing “I don’t get why I have to waste a perfectly good Friday night saving this bitch’s wife. He’s such a bitch, how the hell did he even get a wife? He had to have bought her or something.”
Robert had nothing but pain and murder on his mind for the people who dared hurt his wife. I mean, yes, she probably already handled all of them by herself and broke out of the warehouse and was waiting for Rob right outside the doors. But it was the thought that counts.
He just wanted to be home. Today was their anniversary, can’t a guy catch a fucking break for once? But the asshole just HAD to take the one good thing in his life? For what gain? God, the moment he finds the asshole who had the absolute balls to touch the love of his life, he’s gonna break their jaw and then their arms and break every piece of bone in their body so they know to never fuck around with him again. He’ll resort to a straight-up hardcore torture if he has to.
He’ll start by gouging his eyes out, then pull each tooth out of their filthy fucking mouth— “Robert. We’re here.” Blazer points out the window and immediately, Robert unbuckles his seatbelt and rushes out the door. By the time everyone exited the van, Robert was already trying to break in. Visi lets out a low whistle, “He sure does not play about his wife.” Punch-Up chimes in with a “Who even is this guy’s wife anyway?” “Probably just some regular old civilian chick.” Flambae snarks and Blazer chuckles out a “You’ll see exactly who she is.”
By the time you woke up, Robert’s right in front of you negotiating with the person behind you. She speaks in a low, seductive voice, almost familiar. “Coupe, please. I promise you, you do NOT want to fuck around with that woman right there.” Coupe or whoever the fuck has you hostage, literally audibly smirks and says, “I know she’s important to you, Robbie, but remember what you did to—” Hold the fuck on— “ROBBIE? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING ROBBIE?” You pipe up suddenly? Robert lets out the hugest sigh of relief, which turned into confusion and concern. “Sweetheart, are you doing okay?” You glance back at him with adoration but also annoyance. “I’m fine, baby, trust me, I am. But why on god’s green earth is this CUNT calling you Robbie? Who even are you to him?” Coupe presses her knife deeper against your throat. “I’m no one, just someone finishing up a job.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. Could this be any cornier? “Woah, Ms. hotshot thinks she’s all big and bad pressing a knife against my jugular in front of my husband. Do better. Also, maybe you should up the ante on your binding skills? I mean, I’m all for puzzles and bondage, but come on.” You hold your hands up, which are gleaming with your signature blue rays. It suddenly hits everyone except Blazer and Rob that you’re Mirage, except in civilian clothing.
You manage to grab hold of Coupe and restrain her from doing any more damage. You twist her into a kneeling position with her hands behind her back and press your palm into her forehead. In an instant, Coupe is back in her worst nightmare. Outside her head, you can see her face etched into utter terror and fear. She’s begging and screaming for freedom and help. It almost evokes a sense of pity in Y/N. “Pathetic.” She spits out. She releases her from the prison, and Coupe instantly rises, grabs her knife, and charges for Y/N.
The only thing that anyone could say about Mirage before her change was that she was cruel. But that was almost 15 years ago, and she vowed to leave that mentality behind. I mean, she changed. Hell, the woman got married to Mecha Man (even if the world never knew of this, it still did happen), and she became a beloved hero. Her best friend is her dog, Beef, and Blonde Blazer. You can’t deny she changed. But in this current moment, all of that seemed to have disappeared. In her mind, this was absolutely justified. I mean, Coupé almost murdered you and your husband. You were almost certain she’s working for Shroud. All the more reason to snap this bitches head clean off. Which did happen. She was about to slit your throat when a quick swipe of your hand twisted her neck 180° degrees. The look on Y/N’s face was pure boredom when Coupé’s lifeless body lay at Y/N’s feet. She simply kicked her once to ensure her death and then stepped over her like it was nothing.
You ran into Robert’s arms, and immediately, he peppered your face with kisses. “I’m so sorry for this, Robbie.” He looked at you in disbelief. “You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing fucks with my baby, and honestly, I’m glad you took care of this one yourself. It shows the others how badass my wife is.” He tightened his grip on your waist, one hand traveling down to your rear. He was about to kiss you when Punch-Up intervened. “Not to be a cockblock or anything, but we have reason to suspect that Shroud is here. We should act fast if we want to catch the fucker.” You looked down at Punch-Up and then to Robert. “He’s right. Shroud is smart. Calculated, and he doesn’t fuck around. Let’s go.”
You begin running around the warehouse to catch Shroud when Robert pulls you behind a corner and gives you a quick but passionate and relieved kiss. “I’m so glad you’re alive. When this is all over, please, we don’t even have to do anything special or make a fancy dinner. I just want you. We could get shitty tacos again, just please stick with me.” You kiss him again and whisper against his lips, “Always and forever, babe.”
Authors input: I LOWKEY fw this especially because it’s my first time writing smut. I THINK I ATE W THATTT!!! Also, I tried to make it as similar to Scarlet Witch as possible, but I wanted to give her a few unique features, hence the blue hues and stuff. Please be kind. I haven’t written anything in so long, and I did this in one 4-hour plane ride, and I’m lowkey feeling like big Hollywood right now. I’m so proud of myself. I have no clue WHERE this sudden writers rush came from. I just saw the post, and I was like, “Yeah, I GOTTA write about that shit.”
