@thelittlewyrm babes I'm doing the thing! Your art has inspired me to dust off my rather mediocre editing skills to turn your incredible artwork into a celeb gossip mag cover…
This will go with the fic I'm writing based off your art. Just the outline is over 2k words at the moment so it might be a bit of a long one 😅
CONTENT: You're a Dispatcher from another program. What happens when you catch the eye of the Phoenixes? Or how they act when they have a crush on you <3
RATING: SFW
INCLUDES: Gender-neutral reader, Robert Robertson, Invisigal, Waterboy, Flambae, Prism, Punch Up, Coupé, Golem, Sonar, Malevola, Blonde Blazer, Royd, Phenomaman.
Robert Robertson eats pussy like he’s starving, freckled face tucked between your thighs, savouring you like you were his last meal— the first time he ate you out you thought you were gonna die, that you might see those pearly white gates because fuck he made you feel like you were in heaven.
it’s even better when he’s all needy after working a particularly late shift at SDN and he comes home to you all curled up in bed wearing one of his shirts and a pair of lacy panties— he’s on you in seconds, body melting against yours, grumbling about his shitty day with his face pressed into the side of your neck whilst his hands skim along your thighs, not so discreetly feeling you up.
You coo a litany of comforting words at him and he drinks it all up, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling impossibly further into you with a low whine.
“What’ll make you feel better, hm?”
Robert doesn’t even think about the question, it’s just an automatic response at this point. “Let me eat you out?” spoken hotly into the side of your neck, “that’d make me feel so much better.” he pulls back to catch your gaze with those big puppy eyes of his, “yeah?”
Prompt: Everyone at the SDN knows one universal truth: Sonar’s brain stops working the moment boobs enter the equation. Put him between a pair and he becomes a drooling, touch-starved mess.
Pairing(s): Victor (Sonar) x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, boobs, boob jobs, cum marking
A/N: so um 👉🏼👈🏼 the other sonar fic is taking particularly long soooo here's my treat for not finishing that yet 😃
You are a menace. Truly.
Sonar was supposed to be on call, Robert having continuously pinged him through comms, yet he wouldn't answer. Couldn't, really.
He’d told him he was “busy.”
And he wasn’t lying.
He was just busy doing something Robert absolutely did not need to know about.
A rough, desperate moan escaped him, smothered somewhere between your breasts. His breath was hot against your skin, his nose dragging along the swell as he buried himself deeper, like he was trying to suffocate on purpose. Goosebumps prickled up your arms, your teeth sinking into your lip as you watched him cling to you like an addict finally getting a fix.
All it took was one message.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⌢⌢ 𝕭EEF INDUCED REUNION ⸝⸝ !!
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.
“Beef missed you too. Almost as much as me.”
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Fanart for Your Flame in Me on AO3 written by @s0rinarl and you guys should read it, especially for what happens in chapter 2...
I wanted to make this because every time a stripper song comes on I think about Robert giving Flambae a lap-dance for $50...and it's this fic's fault. Close ups under the cut!
something about riding phenomaman, your fingers tangled in his hair, sloppily kissing him as his cock rocks further and further into you.
He groans against your lips, his beard scratching against your chin as his hands grip onto your waist. He hikes his hips up to match with yours, the sounds of your skin slapping together bounce off the walls.
Your lips pull away from his as he buries his face inbetween your breasts pathetically, babbling out words of admiration as you slow down your hips. Your hands plant behind you as you bounce on his cock, your vision blurring as he moves his head up to look at you.
His face flush and lips swollen as he moves his head back down, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. He lets out a hiss, his swollen cock head nudging your clit, as it drips in cum. He lets out a strangled whine he takes his time with you. God he loves your body.
catbert holiday special chapter 1 of 5 just hit the stands
