#robert robertson dispatch

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I drew Robert as a woman so my lesbian friend could understand the hype

Started out as a joke. Accidentally locked in. Enjoy!

Stupid ref imagine under the cut

Lmfao

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Do you see the vision?

[cabinette]

little sloppy guys

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been really into dispatch recently

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shower time

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Z-team's reaction to finding out you're real

Dispatch Masterlist

Pairing: Robert Robertson x Fem Reader

Notes: Takes place a few weeks after they defeat Shroud, assuming that SDN is rebuilt and they keep doing their Z-team thing! Also, I’m editing this the day after, I don’t know why I said GN reader at first when I literally use the word “women” later on 🫩 Very sorry about that

Invisigal heard Robert end a phone call with "Okay, I love you" once and could not tell what his tone was

She told Z-team and everyone immediately started making bets

Flambae had bet that it was just his mom on the phone

"His mom is dead you dumb bitch," is what Prism said. She thinks that Invisigal misheard him because who would want to take the last name 'Robertson' in the future?

Punch-up tries to defend Robert, and by try I mean he laughed and said something along the lines of "Betting on this is useless guys, stop betting and get your nose out o' his life"

Waterboy actually tries defending Robert, but no one listened

Everyone bugs Sonar to see if he ever heard anything while Robert was on the phone, but he says no. No one knows if he's lying or not

Coupe is ignoring the entire thing because she thinks it is 'useless to bet as if anyone would go for Robert'

Phenomaman is genuinely just ignoring the betting

THEN the conversation turned into 'Do women even go for Robert?'

Waterboy, Sonar, Malevola, and Invisigal said 'occasionally'

Punch-up and Phenomaman said maybe

Flambae, Prism, and Coupe said 'no'

Invisigal and Malevola argued that 'some girls like the dad bod!'

It was dropped after one week, all without Robert becoming aware of their constant debates

They honestly forgot about the whole thing until two weeks later

You and Robert had been dating for quite a while now. You supported him before you knew he was Mecha-Man, during Mecha-Man, and when he transitioned to an office job. Robert has a lot of determination and self-discipline, but he swears he only walks into work every morning feeling somewhat motivated because of you. He sees potential in the Z-team, he truly does, so the fact that they don't even see their own potential irritates him to no end.

Every day, after work, he comes home to you and can finally relax. Being able to have a safe space to come home to is what keeps him going. He's been at his new job long enough that you can't really call it 'new' anymore, and you know his whole routine. So, when you see his lunchbox on the counter, you immediately know he's forgot it.

Thankfully, you had the day off from your own job. You decided that you'd bring Robert his lunch because if you don't, he will eat twinkies as a replacement 'meal'. Besides, why would you ever say no to seeing your boyfriend throughout the day.

--

Robert forgot his lunch, of course. He didn't want to spend too much money buying lunch from one of the nearby too-expensive lunch spots, so he figured that after his next meeting he'd hit up the vending machine.

He has a meeting with the Z-team to go over new procedures and reflections on their most recent work, which has, thankfully, been good. They're still incredibly irritating at times, but the trust throughout the team is definitely better.

The meeting goes as well as it could, minimal glass doors and windows were destroyed. Robert is, of course, the last one to leave the meeting room when he dismisses everyone.

--

When the meeting is over, everyone on Z-team immediately realizes there is a new face. None of them say hi, but they all see you speaking with Blonde Blazer. The two of you are speaking as if you've been friends forever, so they're all confused as to who you could be.

"Yeah, so, any of you know that girl?" Flambae asks the team, flippantly.

"Not a damn clue," Prism responds.

"You'd think we woulda seen 'er around before if she knows Blonde Blazer," Punch-up chips in.

Their conversation ends when they see Robert leave the room and immediately head over to you and Blonde Blazer. Robert puts his hand on your lower back and kisses the top of your head, muttering something to you as he takes a bag from your hands.

"I fucking told you!" leaving Invisigal's mouth is the first thing the break the silence.

Robert looks over, his hand on you unmoving, "What the fuck is going on?"

Phenomaman, in his blunt Phenomaman fashion, explains to Robert the bets and debates the Z-team had. You can't help but laugh at the thought of his co-workers debating if he could pull or not, but Robert is unamused. "And you couldn't just ask me beacause..?"

"Where's the fun in that Bob-man?" Flambae asks.

Safe to say, they constantly make jokes about how you're 'out of his league' and how they like you more than him

Robert doesn't mind these jokes, honestly

Robert honestly doesn't know how they didn't know, he has a picture of you and Beef on his desk

They all end up loving you, some people taking longer to warm up to than others

Reqs open!! Pls request something!!

[gtgbabie0]

જ⁀➴ synopsis: messy makeouts are the cure to your boyfriends jaded soul.

જ⁀➴ contents: established relationship, suggestive, the suit stays on, slight nipple play, clothed sex, kinda sweet, my smut is rusty, sorta short, I need him oml, 18+

જ⁀➴ idk man he’s turned me feral ig. hope you enjoy my loves!

“Babe- fuck- if you’re gonna grind on me fucking do it, stop with the teasing.” His words come out all gruff and muffled against your jaw as his gloved hands squeeze at your ass, pressing you down against him with a choked noise that catches pathetically in his throat.

“I don’t wanna ruin your suit,” you reply sweetly, as if you hadn't imagined this exact scenario the first time you had seen him in it. he chuckles faintly at your words, knowing damn well how dirty your mind is despite the cute little innocent act you had going on.

Robert reaches a hand up to curl his fingers around your jaw, pulling you closer to him until his lips press against yours— grinning against your mouth as you wiggle a little on his lap, hands grasping at his shoulders.

“You think I care about the damn suit right now?”

You go to answer, but he only kisses you deeper, tongue pushing past your lips, fingers slipping into your hair before murmuring: “rhetorical question, sweetheart. I don’t care, just keep moving your hips.”

And you do, grinding your clothed cunt down against his hard-on with a broken little moan that makes his head spin. your arms curl around his shoulders as his hands drop back down to your hips to guide you a little harder against him.

“There you go, just- fuck- just like that, baby.” He grunts, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the side of your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to give him more space, whispering out his name breathily when he sucks at the underside of your jaw.

He needed this after today’s shit show, just a little TLC from you— and god knows he could spend hours like this with you all around him smelling like vanilla and so incredibly warm, he needed to feel you, your bare skin, so he quickly tugs his gloves off, throwing them onto the floor to run his hands all over your curves, rough palms tracing over your waist and up along your back.

“You’re so soft, so pretty.” He whispers against your mouth before pulling back just to lift your shirt— his shirt— over your head. His lidded gaze drinks you all in with a boyish grin, like he was proud of himself. “so fuckin’ pretty,” he drawls out, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.

“Ah!- Robert-" you gasp when he pinches the hardened peaks, and you arch into his calloused palms with a broken whimper— giving a lazy roll of your hips that makes him writhe needily beneath you.

“wanna see you- need to-”

Your fingertips clumsily brush along his stubbled jaw, slipping under his mask and pushing it off his head. his freckled cheeks are slightly flushed, and his hair is all tussled, even more so when you run your fingers through it, coaxing a sigh from him.

“Missed you.” your words instantly soften something inside him, then your peppering warm kisses against his cheeks, and he just melts completely— arms wrapping around you like you’re the only thing grounding him… and in some way, yeah, you were.

“m’here now, baby, not going anywhere,” he promises, breath fanning over your collarbones, sloppily kissing back up your neck to your mouth— his lips slick with a mixture of your spit and his, all red and kiss-bitten. “I’m here.”

You clench around nothing as you rock down against his hard cock that is strained against his suit, the rough texture of it rubbing perfectly against your clothed clit— the cotton fabric of your panties completely drenched, leaving a filthy wet patch where you’re grinding desperately. your fingers tug at his hair, which only makes him jolt and buck under you making all sorts of needy moans that only encourages you to move.

The kiss is hot, wet, with his tongue licking into your mouth and his teeth nipping at your bottom lip— swallowing back all your whines whilst his hands grope at you, fingers sinking into the fat on your hips almost bruisingly.

“Gonna make a mess on me, huh?— come on baby, c’mon.” you can tell by the strain in his gruff voice that he was close, the way he tucks his face into the warm crook of your neck, panting hotly.

He mouths lazily at your collarbones as you practically soak his lap with a whiny: “Yeah— Robbie, coming— fuck, m’coming.” and he follows embarrassingly quick after you, coming in his underwear and ruining his suit even more than it already was— a very warm and sticky mess pooling wetly between you.

Your thighs twitch at either side of his own, and you collapse against his chest with a shuddering breath whilst his fingers run soothingly through your hair, trailing along your spine.

“You alright?” he asks breathlessly. you respond with a nod, and he grins against your shoulder, “bed?”

“Fuck yes.”

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