#mandy x reader

" get in line, ho! " . . . 𝝑𝝔 when others have to pay to see you, they get it for free!! (i added my own faves bc this prompt was pretty cute :3 ft. robert, coupe, mandy, royd x gn! reader (separately)

cw: sfw, famous! gn! reader, established relationship

synopsis. outside people appreciate the star of the industry we call the entertainment world, all while they're over here gazing at you from behind closed doors waiting for their own turn!

wc. idk ; not proofread, might be ooc!

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robert does not really know how to deal with the press in general. he definitely was not aware at all that you were famous when you first started dating...

he is so very supportive boyfriend no matter what you do, he doesn't show it too much BUT definitely tries to. i believe that robert is not good at showing how he feels whatsoever.

secretly but not so secretly gets all the magazines you appear on. no matter what subject it's about- it's already on the desk and goes 'oh no who put my two-thousand-seven-hundred-sixty-seventh on our shared nightstand specifically on your side of the bed.... oh nooo...'

yeah he does it to spite you and to admire you. falls in love with how good you look in anything at all, like no wonder people are obsessing after you because GOD he is too.

when you two started going out more, people always recognized you more than him and he was sort of thankful for that BUT he also felt a little bad. but at the very very least, you get a free bodyguard!!!

unironically this man is STRONG. like he can take care of himself and you very well―he is an amazing fighter without being a superpowered superhero, so honestly going outside he would make for a very good

like i just get the feels he only uses his phone to picture beef, check on work related emails, etcetera.

it's kind of super obvious he doesn't date for the status though, not like anyone on this list does, but it's just... he's the only one who gets what you mean when all the beaming bright lights and microphones being shoved in your face gets too much.

people call him the twinky brunette loser you're always with LOL

coupe is so not a people-person, or at the very least, does not want your relationship to be so much in the public eye. she would much prefer if it wasn't known at all to your fans knowing the dangers you could be put through.

although even if it is known that you are in a happy, healthy relationship, that does not stop weirdos from trying to do things with you that only janelle should be doing.

she would definitely use her wings to shield you from the large amounts on photos trying to be taken. literally all that will be covered on the article is:

"[artist name] arrives in new york city in company of their girlfriend for the newest movie premiere―"

yeah no, no one is getting a glimpse of the either of you in public.

BUUUT the only moments she will (purposefully) let it slip into the few photos where you were busy laughing, smiling, everything she loved about you while she reciprocated everything back;

the one photo that got through was the very obvious gap she left between her wings covering the both of you, making very clear eye contact with you as she smiled back. your eyes were closed, a glowing show of teeth.

that's the only thing she'll let the public see because the rest is just between the two of you.

loves to attend your photoshoots and posts it on her close friends story on insta and is just "they look so beautiful i'm about to cry."

all her socials are blank just to be clear, the only post she has up anywhere for people to see is on instagram and it's just photos of you. all just photos of you smiling, looking at animals, watering plants you take care of with her, just random pictures of your daily life together.

replies to any romantic/sexual intent comments on edits of you.

"yes i can fight all of u"

"mine btw"

"oh who is u"

blonde blazer/mandy contrary to popular belief actually loves to be seen with you in public, absolutely falls in love with it, and loves to show you off to the world, and loves that the world knows exactly whose arms you're in.

not to mention she gets recognized quite a bit too, so lowkey everyone is just like... yo that's the it couple of the year.

loves to fly over to wherever your next photoshoot is, just arriving in your outfit of the day that you just posted on your instagram story, your cup of coffee in tact, all while in your girlfriend's arms.

posts sosososoSOOOO many photos of the two of you together, at this point her socials are just fanpages of you.

like ACTUALLY people have commented on her posts thinking it's a thing run by management until there's one of her kissing you and its captioned "tastes like vanilla. <3"

and people in the comments were like "no they definitely would be strawberry" and she'd reply with a picture of you getting kissed again while you two are cuddling and say "no it's vanilla i'm pretty sure."

this woman can protect like a wolf and its pack because nobody gets to try and jump you

if you've seen that one guy who has been jumping celebrities (pyjama guy)

yeah no one gets to do shi about that

she don't play about u fr

royd honestly loves the cameras but understands if you don't want them on you. he is literally bodyguard-shaped, nobody can get over those flimsy barriers with him around.

he does not have socials but he likes getting posted to yours. matching poses and everything, he loves getting his gifts posted too!!

yes let your fans know how good he treats youuuuuu!!!!

he would so make you post your nightly skin routine by testing it on him and yourself, its genuinely the most therapeutic way he bonds with you

although to add on; all the activities he spends with you are usually by default therapeutically comforting

also loves to have his hands on you while you guys are out!!

Blonde Blazer has always kept her civilian identity, Mandy, a secret — until now. After a year of dating, she finally chooses to trust her boyfriend with the truth, revealing her name and the person behind the mask. Fearful that he only loves the hero she portrays, she braces for disappointment — only for him to reassure her.

Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship. Mentions of a toxic relationship. Word count: 2125

A/n: Started watching the "Dispatch" gameplay on YouTube and immediately fell in love with Blonde Blazer. Mandy, my love, you deserve better. #InjusticedQueen.

The hum of city life drifted faintly through the balcony doors of your apartment — sirens in the distance, laughter from a nearby rooftop bar, the muffled rhythm of late-night traffic. The lights of Torrance shimmered against the glass like scattered stars, and for a while, Y/n thought she wasn’t going to come.

Then, a golden blur split the sky.

The man smiled faintly as Blonde Blazer landed on the balcony with her usual soft shockwave, boots clicking against the concrete. The familiar glow that surrounded her dimmed as she stepped closer, until only the faint red pulse of her necklace remained — that small gem she always touched when nervous.

“Hey,” Y/n said quietly, standing from the couch. “You look like you’ve flown through three time zones just to get here.”

The blonde heroine laughed — a sound too gentle for the reputation of Torrance’s most beloved heroine. “Close enough,” she replied, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I’m late. Things at SDN got… complicated.”

Y/n shrugged, half-grinning. “You saving people again? Or saving the PR team from itself?”

The woman's lips curved slightly. “Both.”

It was an easy rhythm they’d both fallen into over the last year — the way the blonde heroine would show up after long shifts, her suit still gleaming with heat, her composure cracking just enough to let Y/n see the woman underneath. The man had never asked again who she was beneath the mask. Once, on their first date, he had — gently, out of curiosity — but when the woman's smile faltered and her gaze dropped, he’d understood.

Everyone deserved to reveal their truth in their own time.

Tonight, though, something in her energy was different. The blonde woman paced, hands brushing the edge of her cape like it suddenly weighed a thousand pounds.

“I need to tell you something,” she began.  “I just… I need you to know that this isn’t easy for me.”

Y/n's heartbeat stumbled. Her voice was tight — not the confident, commanding tone of Torrance’s brightest hero, but the trembling sound of someone about to let go of something that could change everything.

The man then nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Blonde Blazer took a deep breath. Her fingers hovered over the red gem at her collarbone — the source of her power, her mask, her second skin. For a moment, light spilled between her fingers, casting golden streaks across Y/n's living room walls.

Then the glow faded.

And standing there in its place was someone else entirely.

The woman before him was shorter, her posture softer, her hair now a warm chestnut brown that framed her face in loose waves. Gone were the polished gloves and bright emblem; instead, a simple white T-shirt and jeans appeared as if she’d just stepped out of another world — a quieter, human one.

She looked up at Y/n, eyes wide and uncertain. “This… this is me.”

For a long moment, the man didn’t say anything. The air between them felt suspended — fragile, almost holy.

The blonde-- now brunette's hands twisted nervously. “My real name is Mandy.”The name caught in her throat before it came out, like a fragile truth she’d been carrying too long.

 “I haven’t been completely honest with you. And I thank you for being so patient with me all this time. But after a year and four months together, you deserve to truly see who’s behind the mask.” Her voice trembled, and for the first time, she looked small. “I just— I didn’t want you to think I was hiding forever. It’s just—” She swallowed hard. “After Phenomaman… he only wanted her. The cameras, the shine, the hero. I’m terrified that if I show this side of me again, it’ll just— ruin everything.”

The words seemed to hang there between them — small, simple, yet heavy with trust.

Y/n opened his mouth — but no sound came out. He was too stunned, too caught between awe and the weight of what his girlfriend just entrusted him with. 

Mandy looked up, trying to read her boyfriend's face, but found only stillness. No words. No reaction. Just quiet.

And in that quiet, panic began to set in. Her chest tightened.

He’s not saying anything.

He doesn’t care.

He’s realizing the magic’s gone.

Mandy bit her lip, fingers curling together tightly. “I… I should’ve told you sooner,” she said quickly, her words tumbling over each other. “I just thought—maybe you’d see me differently. I’ve been through that before and I—”

Her face began to fall. “You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured, retreating a half-step. “I knew this was a bad idea, I just— I thought you deserved honesty and now I’ve probably made you uncomfortable and—”

“Hey,” Y/n breathed, the word barely audible.

The woman froze.

Y/n exhaled a long, shaky sigh and dragged a hand down his face — the tension spilling out of him all at once. Then, to the brunette's confusion, he laughed softly.

“God,” he said, voice cracking between disbelief and relief, “I thought you were about to break up with me.”

Mandy's expression went blank for a heartbeat, then stunned, then something close to outrage. “Wait—what? You thought I was going to end it—?”

Y/n was already chuckling, running a hand over his stubbled chin. “You got all serious, told me to sit down, said you had something to tell me. That’s how every breakup I’ve ever had started, Mandy.”

The woman blinked — the name still foreign on her tongue when he said it, but it felt right. Human.

“I mean—” Y/n chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, now rambling, “I thought— I don’t know— that this was the part where you told me it was over.”

Then, before she could stop it, a small laugh escaped her, too. It broke through her fear like sunlight after rain. Mandy leaned forward, hiding her flushed face in her hands, the sound muffled but warm.

That sound eased the knot in Y/n's chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” she murmured.

“Maybe,” The man said softly, “but so are you if you think I care what name you go by.”

That made Mandy glance up again — eyes wide, glassy, uncertain.

Y/n then stepped forward, gently taking her hands and smiling, the kind that always found its way past her walls. “Blonde Blazer or Mandy,” he said gently, “I’m lucky either way.”

The woman's breath hitched, and her eyes shimmered in the soft light. “So… you’re not scared off?”

Y/n shook his head slowly. “Scared? No.” The man paused, choosing his words with care. “If anything, I’m lucky." He leaned closer, letting his words fall quietly. “I get to love both sides of you — the one who saves people, and the one who needs saving sometimes. The light and the person who carries it. So… Thank you. For trusting me with both.”

For a long moment, Mandy couldn’t speak.

The hero in her wanted to be composed, dignified — but the woman just wanted to melt. So she did. She reached out, hands trembling slightly, and let her forehead rest against Y/n's.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she whispered.

Y/n smiled at her words. “Probably saved the world once or twice.”

The silence that followed was tender. The brunette blinked hard, a small smile trembling at the corner of her lips. Her fingers curled around Y/n's, holding tight — grounding herself in the contact.

“Careful,” she whispered, voice soft. “You keep saying things like that, and I might actually believe you.”

The man smiled. “Good. You should.”

The woman laughed again — soft, this time unguarded — and for the first time in a long while, she felt like herself. Not the mask. Not the symbol. Just Mandy.

And Y/n— her dear Y/n — was looking at her like that was enough.

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 It had been three months since Mandy told her Y/n her real name and identity.

Three months since the world tilted just slightly and found a new kind of balance.

Mandy still woke up sometimes expecting the weight of her mask on her face — expecting to be Blonde Blazer before she was anything else. Old habits died hard, especially when they’d been her armor for years.

But now, when she blinked into the soft morning light spilling through Y/n's apartment window, she’d find her boyfriend's arm around her waist — his breathing even, warm against her shoulder. The silence wasn’t heavy anymore. It was full. Peaceful.

Still, there were moments — fleeting, sharp — where doubt slid back in. Moments when she caught her reflection and thought, Would he still look at me like that if I wasn’t her?

It wasn’t mistrust of him. It was the echo of someone else. Phenomaman’s ghost still lingered — all charm and false admiration, all empty words spoken into cameras. He’d said he loved her brilliance, her confidence, her cape — but never once had he said he loved Mandy.

So sometimes, when Y/n brushed his thumb over her cheek, or kissed her shoulder absentmindedly while making breakfast, she’d feel herself freeze for a second, unworthy of such unguarded affection.

And Y/n noticed — he always noticed.

The first time Mandy came to one of her boyfriend's family dinners, she nearly canceled twice. She’d stared at the invitation message for an hour, overthinking every possible outcome. Y/n would say it so casually — “They’d love to meet you, Mandy” — like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Not Blonde Blazer. Not the shining figure people saw on billboards. Just Mandy.

Y/n met his girlfriend at the door when she arrived, wearing a simple sundress and that same nervous half-smile he adored. “You look perfect,” he told her.

The brunette blushed, rolling her eyes softly. “I feel underdressed. Shouldn’t I have brought— I don’t know—a bottle of wine or—?”

“You brought yourself,” The man interrupted gently. “That’s already enough.”

And when Y/n walked her in, hand brushing against hers, Mandy saw how her boyfriend's family looked at her — not as a hero, but as someone who made him happy. Y/n's sister hugged her first. Then came his mother, who complimented her laugh, and last, his father asked her about her favorite food instead of her powers.

Halfway through dinner, the brunette would catch Y/n watching her — that soft, adoring look he didn’t even try to hide. And for the first time, she realized: Y/n wasn’t proud of who she was in the world — he was proud of who she was with him.

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Over time, that love became the rhythm of her life.

Y/n had a habit of showing affection in small, ordinary ways that somehow felt extraordinary.

He would leave notes on her coffee mug before his morning runs. He would fix her necklace chain when it tangled, never once asking about the power it held. The way he said her name — Mandy — like it was his favorite word.

And when people recognized Mandy in public, the man never made it a spectacle. He simply would have held her hand a little tighter, grounding her back into the person she was beyond the light.

One evening, Mandy came home late from a mission — exhausted, cape slung over her shoulder, hair disheveled from the wind. Y/n was in the kitchen, humming softly while plating dinner.

The heroine stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching her boyfriend. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything.

“Hey,” the man greeted without turning around. “Rough night?”

The brunette hummed, kicking off her boots. “Something like that.”

Y/n turned, smiling. “Then you’re in luck. I made pasta. And I didn’t burn it this time.”

Mandy's laugh came out quieter than usual, but it reached her eyes.

The man walked over, hands brushing over his girlfriend's waist, and kissed her forehead. “You okay?”

Mandy hesitated — the truth catching in her throat. “Sometimes… I still don’t understand it.”

“What?”

“How you do this,” she admitted softly. “How you love both sides of me like it’s easy.”

Y/n tilted his head, a small smile forming. “That’s because it is easy.”

The brunette looked up at him, doubtful. “Even when I’m—”

“Mandy,” Y/n interrupted gently, cupping her cheek, “you don’t have to earn love. Not mine.”

The woman's breath stilled.

“Blonde Blazer might save the world,” The man continued, voice steady, “but you—” he leaned in, pressing a kiss just below his girlfriend's temple “—you’re the one who saves me. Every single day.”

Mandy's eyes shimmered, her throat tight with unshed tears. And as she leaned into her boyfriend's touch, she realized something she hadn’t before — the love Y/n gave her wasn’t loud, or fleeting, or built on spectacle. It was consistent, patient, and real.

The kind of love that didn’t demand to be proven — only accepted.

Months later, when she caught sight of herself in a mirror — hair loose, a hint of exhaustion beneath her eyes, no cape in sight — Mandy didn’t flinch anymore. She saw a woman still learning, still healing… and loved, completely.

Blonde Blazer with shy reader with no powers

A/n: Requested by @crazyboy123n. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!

You first meet Blazer when you run into a group of thugs robbing an electronics store. Despite having no powers, no fighting skills, no backup and shaking like a leaf, you still try to take them on...which ends about as well as you'd expect.

Just when you think it's all over for you, a blonde woman flies in from the sky and single-handedly takes them all down with ease. She notices you on the floor, curled up into a ball, and reaches out a hand to you. When you're still too scared to take it, she crouches down and gently pulls you into a hug, assuring you you're safe.

When you finally calm down enough to stand up again, she takes you out for a drink at a nearby bar. When she asks why you didn't use your powers during the fight, you inform her you don't have any, but that you didn't want to do nothing and let the criminals get away scot-free.

At first, she scolds you for doing something so reckless without any powers or training, for which you profusely apologise. However, she then compliments you for doing something so brave, even if a little foolish, causing you to blush and look away. Despite your attempts to hide the blush, she still notices it...and finds it rather cute.

After you finish your drink, she offers to fly you home in her arms, even if you're sober enough to get home safely by yourself. As she drops you off at your house, she gives you the number for dispatch for a future emergency, and her personal number for a future date.

She gives you a wink before flying off, leaving you blushing outside your house. After spending several minutes trying to come up with what to say for your first message to her, she quickly responds. You two talk late into the night, and agree to a date after her next shift.

The following Monday, you meet her at her office at dispatch, shyly handing her a bouquet of flowers. She smiles as she takes the flowers from you, giving you a kiss on the cheek in return. You blush at this, which causes her smile to widen as you two exit the building.

You ask her where she'd like to go for the date, and she tells you she knows a place, if it's ok with you. You agree, and she carries you up in her arms once more, flying you to a restaurant.

Blazer is immediately surrounded by fans. Seeing you get overwhelmed, she kindly asks them to back away, informing them that she'd like to be left alone for her date.

As you two eat, she tries to make conversation with you, though you only seem able to respond in short, quiet sentences. Despite this, she seems to enjoy the date, as she's quick to ask you on another one, this time asking you to meet her at her house.

At the agreed upon date and time, you stand outside her house, building up the courage to knock on the door. Pushing aside the worry that you might be at the wrong place, you knock on the door, and out steps Blazer.

Only, rather than being in her usual superhero attire and her famous blonde hair, instead a brunette in a black dress stands in the doorway.

"B-Blazer?"

"Yes, only...my name is Mandy. I hope you're not too disappointed?"

"...Y-You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

She smiles at you and places a hand on your cheek, kissing you on the lips. Your face turns the brightest shade of red, but you don't pull back until she does.

"In that case, shall we get going?"

Too flustered to answer verbally, you instead nod your head repeatedly. Mandy smiles at this, and the two of you walk to your date spot, hand in hand. Your relationship only deepens from there. Whether or not you allow her to reveal her relationship with you to the public is up to you.

If you ever tell Blazer that you want to be a hero even without powers, she'll gladly introduce you to Robert. Due to not being born with any powers either, Robert learned a lot of hand-to-hand combat and other skills, which he'll teach you when you're both free at Blazer's recommendation.

Invisigal would be the most ruthless, followed by Prism, Coupe (although, maybe even above Prism—but only if she's given the remote after a particularly tough mission), and Malevola!! Blonde Blazer, I feel, would just be too worried about SDN and her own public reputation (because, sure, people expect ex-villains to be a bit depraved or shameless, but a professional hero?)

Mandy, on the other hand? mmmmmaybe! Although it's obviously not going to be as high risk, you might convince her to either wear a vibe or control a vibe at, say, maybe a restaurant that's too busy for anyone to actually pay attention to you, or maybe while on a walk through the park... Even if this is the case, though, she's still at the bottom in regard of how cruel all the girls are going to be.

Imagine being Blonde Blazer’s work and real spouse and confronting her after Robert asked her out… and you kinda tolerate it

Sequel to this drabble

Warnings: Swearing, polyamorous relationships (hinted at), sexual innuendos and remarks

“And you still made me leave?” you slumped into your chair, causing it to scrape against the wooden, polished floor. “I would’ve totally said yes. Like, one-hundred percent yes, Mandy. Unless it’s a violent plot to end the world, as long as you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it,” you picked up a cookie on your plate, crunching down on the delicacy. Mandy looked at you with an arched brow, “Your statement is so…concerning when you look at it through your end, don’t you think?” You thought about it, “I mean, you could propose to skin me alive, and I’d probably thank you.” She watched you shrug and spoke once more, “That’s a bit violent.”

“The world is violent. There’s no stopping it,” you spoke confidently. “Okay, can we just change the subject?” she looked around, noticing the concerning looks your table was getting. “Preferably no skinning people alive or any form of threatening violence?” she requested. You shrugged once more, “Then let’s talk Robert Robertson. The third one to be precise.” She groaned and facepalmed, “Fine. What of him do you desperately want to talk about, dearest?”

“I’ve been listening to Courtney—“

“Oh god,” she sighed and braced herself for whatever you’re about to say. Invisigal was unhinged. There was no telling what you could’ve possibly heard from her.

You grinned at her reaction, teasingly prodding, “I’m guessing there’s some form of truth in her words then?” Mandy didn’t respond but gestured for you to continue with what you were saying, taking a sip of her drink. Chuckling, you sat straighter in your chair, “I heard you guys did some touching.”

She choked on the drink, getting some of it on you in the process. “Hey, hey! You cannot die like this,” you pat her back gingerly. “I’m not too mad. If you guys were touching—“

“It was not like that,” she deadpanned, causing you to arch a brow at her seriousness. “Well, go on. Was there touching or not?” you asked, intrigued by her upcoming answer. “We…kissed? Kinda. I took him to see the Hollywood sign for his job “not official job interview” interview. We were kinda drunk, and I mean, he kissed me, but I immediately pulled away because I’m obviously married to you—we’re married,” she defensively spoke. “I’m not like that. I would never—“

You hushed her by placing a hand over hers, “Hey, calm down. I get it, and it was an honest mistake…I hope.” You looked at her face, seeing the many emotions coming from her face. “You know I trust you, Mandy. I trust you with my life and everything in it,” you reassured her, watching as her features relax and a smile broke from her lips. “In fact, I’m kind of amused. Wish you would’ve mentioned it sooner. I would’ve been teasing Bobert about it all day,” you sat there, deviously plotting the next time you see the washed-up-dad-bod.

She looked at you with amusement, “You’re horrible. It’s his first day.” You scoffed, “Well, it would’ve been the perfect way to make the day less boring than it should’ve been. Most exciting thing that happened today was when I stopped by Granny’s to see the aftermath, only to see Courtney near an unconscious old guy who was strictly booty naked.”

Mandy chuckled at your description, “Seriously, strictly booty naked?” You nodded, “Absolutely. Gotta admit, Granny’s has been doing squats because…” You made a mind blown gesture, “Guy was caked up.” She laughed again at your nonsense, “You’re really something, you know that?” You grinned at her statement, “I try. For you, I try my hardest.”

You looked back at her, “I still think you should consider giving Robert a yes.” Her eyes widened, “I thought you were joking.”

“Oh, I wasn’t joking,” you smirked. “Like I said, he’s into you AND he’s into me. You don’t ogle and not be into someone. That’s, like, the primary reason you’d ogle at someone…because you’re into them,” you explained to her. “In the hallway back at work, we had prolonged eye contact. He was practically picturing me naked, Mandy. You cannot tell me he’s not into me as he’s into you,” you babbled on about Robert’s behavior.

“Now this definitely would be an HR problem…” you thought about it and the various consequences of these feelings were acted upon, ultimately shrugging. “HR doesn’t do shit anyway,” you brushed it off. She protested your words. “What? They most definitely do—“

“And they’re not gonna acknowledge our stashes of beer hidden in one of the SDN rooms? What about the constant violence that’s happening in the break room? Just today, Courtney punched the shit out of Bobert,” you butted in. That would explain the nosebleed, Mandy thought. She opened her mouth to retaliate, only to close it, seeing your point.

“But that’s besides the point,” you spoke. “My point is I think we should consider him as something. You know I’m always open to whoever you’d like to introduce. From what I’ve seen and heard, maybe you’d like to consider? Again, I don’t mind. As long as you’re okay with it, I’m pretty much okay with it,” you looked at her with genuine care. “I want you to be happy, Mandy, and I want to be a reason you are—not the opposite,” you spoke softly, lifting her hand and pressing soft kisses to her knuckles.

Her heart warmed at your words and touch, “…I’ll consider your suggestion. I just don’t want you to think I’m replacing you or neglecting you if we do go through with it.” You nodded at her concern, “You’re a loyal person. I’m sure you’ll know how to make things right, anyway.” You watched as her shoulders relax, a weight she never knew about lifting from her shoulders. “I’ll consider it.”

You grinned at her decision, “Great! Now that’s settled, let’s see what he can offer us.” She looked at you, puzzled, “Offer us? What does that mean?” Your grin widened, “Like what can he contribute to the relationship.” She shook her head but gave into your antics.

You both sat in silence, thinking of the possibilities.

“I mean he’s pretty smart,” she spoke. “He’s also Mecha-Man…”

“Heard he’s got a dog,” you pointed out, “Some form of suppressed and unsurpassed trauma to his name and he’s, according to you, a broke bitch.”

She went to correct you, but there was unfortunate truth to it.

You say there quietly, “But he does have one thing we both have.” She looked at you and asked, “And what’s that?”

You chuckled softly, “A good heart. I mean he’s done it all for the people. Similar to how we just do it for them too.” She smiled, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I guess that’s what makes me so…connected to him somehow.” She cleared her throat, “We all lead double lives, often prioritizing the people than our own true identity under the hero front.”

“Heroic altruism is not for the weak,” I chuckled and held up my cup, “Cheers to trauma?”

Her look had you sigh, “Fine, we’ll cheers to something else...”

She rolled her eyes and held up her own glass, “To new beginnings?” You watched as she grimaced at her own words.

You chuckled and clinked your glasses together, the sound cutting through the air softly.

req // super sleppy rn.. honk shoo.....

The night was chill, Blazer clung to her sweater tighter.

She was standing over her apartment balcony, watching cars fly by, and waiting for a ping from her notifications.

That notification she wanted to see, was you.

Drunk, clumsy you who she got a notif from Robert earlier, snoozing on his couch after another Z-Team party. You were being snuggled by a giant Sonar, wings encapsulating your figure, all the while– raging neon lights and party decorations were scattered all over the walls of Robert's apartment.

She saved the video in her phone the minute she saw it. She's needed to see you since.

Robert waved to her, standing next to the streetlight. You were holstered over his shoulder.

Blazer waved to you both.

Yeah, she already knows who needs to crash on her bed instead.

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You and Robert showed up at the door, sweaty, rambling, and laughing.

"Did you see the way Malevola crashed over Sonar?"

"Oooohhh yeah, his back is gonna hurt tomorrow."

"Just like your neck after you fell asleep on my couch?"

"Fuck you, bitchboy.. that's why Flambae told he wouldn't suck it from the back."

Blazer met you two halfway. Clearly, it wasn't just you who was tripping over yourself.

"You two look.. terrible."

Robert hands you over to Blazer and you just.. face plant yourself into her chest. Surprisingly, Blazer is used to it.

"Are you sure you don't want me to fly you home? I'll be quick."

Robert bites his lip, huffing for.. no apparent reason.

"Nah, I can handle myself."

"..I'll call Flambae for you, and just say you threw up on the side of my trashcan."

Sliding to the floor, Robert nods.

"Yeah yeah, tanks."

Now, there was you, humming softly into her boobs. Blazer lifts your head up and cups your face in her hands. Normally, she'd leave you be– but she needs to see how sober you are.

She stares at your face, and you stare back, with dilated pupils and painfully rosy cheeks. You're grinning and giggling with no reason to; just happy without a reason to be.

Oh, you were gone. Absolutely gone. Tomorrow will be a long, painful hangover.

"Wow, yer' pretty.." You curl your finger around a strand of Blazer's hair. "Pretty like my girlfriend. Don't.. don' tell her that though, she never believes me."

Blazer blinks, then laughs.

She wants to tell you the truth, but she also wants to play along until you recognize her. Each decision feels too enticing to ignore. Like the way you're holding eye contact while you're biting your lip.

..Well, she can play around with you for a little while.

She cocks a brow.

"How pretty is this girlfriend of yours?"

"Really. She's like, the best ever."

At that, Blazer curls a strand of hair behind your ear.

"She looks.. kinda like ya' actually. She's just– she likes to wear– brown on her hair. She loves pandas too."

"Hm, yeah, I like pandas."

Blazer is keeping eye contact with you and its making you blush. You huffed enough to the point where Blazer knows that you had champagne to drink tonight. You try and steady yourself by latching your hand to her waist.

You could tell something had shifted in the air, and it was funny watching you slowly come to notice it.

"Yer' way cuter than a panda though."

"Oh, really? Am I cute enough to have you crash on this couch with me?"

For a minute you consider the bargain. Like, you really think about it.

Sleeping with a stranger in their apartment on their couch? People have gotten killed for less. But, you're tired and your legs ache so bad you're wobbling.

So, why the hell not? At least you would have died laying on a nice couch.

"Eeeh, alright. Jus'" You hiccup. "Keep your hands where I can see 'em lady."Blazer nods."Yes ma'am."

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Within minutes, its you and Blazer passed out on her couch. Your legs tangled, hands intertwined, and large dopey smiles on each other's face.

It was cute, it was warm, and it was blackmail worthy.

Right before walkingout the door, Robert snapped another pic, hoisted on Flambae's shoulder.

PAIRING: Robert x Reader x Mandy

SUMMARY: After the Shroud Incident, Robert, You and Mandy decided to chill somewhere on top of a billboard

TAGS: Poly relationship, Make out sessions, Patching up wounds, I suck at writing make out scenes ;(

A/N: Reader has powers that can make them turn into animals, thank you for the power suggestion :))

✭ After the fight with Shroud and the Red ring, Robert thought of just chilling out, somewhere quiet and where no-one near by to see the injuries

✭ You let out a loud hiss as Mandy dapped a clean tissues to try and clean up your wounds as you were more worse then the both of them

✭ "Try to keep still for me love, I'm nearly done" Mandy winced as well while she cleaned you up

✭ Meanwhile Robert, he decided to try and distract you from the painful injuries, getting you to look at him as he moved your head to meet his eyes

✭ "Try to focus on me" Robert's soft voice calmed your nerves until you let out a yelp

✭ "Fuck! Ow.." You Whined, as you bit your lip to muffle up your whimper and whines

✭ "Sorry" Many apologies as she continued

✭ You felt soft touches as Robert caressed your cheek and down to your jaw "You're okay, you're okay.. Mandy is just fixing you up and will be done soon" Robert comforted you

✭ "It hurts.." You mumbled

✭ "I know.. I know but you are doing so well" Robert smiled, returning the the smile that soon faded into a frown, scrunching your face as you shutted your eyes tight

✭ The pain was unbearable.. but suddenly you felt a pair of lips touching yours causing you to open your eyes in surprise

✭ Robert still had his hand on your cheek which slid behind your neck as he pulled you in a bit more deeper

✭ Sooner you melted into the kiss, letting out small sounds

✭ Too disturbed to feel the pain anymore as Robert bit your lip causing you to whine in pleasure

✭ Mandy lets out a huffed laugh as she finished up your wounds "Don't suck each others face now, not until I get my turn"

✭ Robert broke the kiss until Mandy took over, her kiss was gentle and sweet

✭ She gave the back of your neck a little massaged until her finger were tangled into your hair, giving you a little scalp massages causing you to moan

✭ Robert decided to give your neck attention as he started to kiss your neck

✭ Praises mixed with sounds of your own breathing were heard

✭ Mandy pulled back, giving you a genuine smile to you as she cupped your cheek "You did such a good job"

✭ "You too Robert" Mandy spoke as she gave Robert a kiss as well

✭ Looks like this is the moment where everything goes away

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pairing. Blonde Blazer/Mandy x Black ! Fem ! Reader.

content. smut—strap-on sex, oral(r receiving). i want mandy to beat me up😋

MANDY’S USE OF HER STRENGTH ON YOU IS never intentional—she’s a gentle lover, her touch was always soft despite her buff exterior as Blonde Blazer. Without the amulet, when she’s truly just Mandy—an inch or two shorter and brunette—the idea of accidentally using her strength on you isn't a worry. As Blonde Blazer, however, it’s quite the opposite.

The Red Ring had launched an attack on the city, which kept the SDN busy, and Mandy decided to go out on the field as a way to help more. With the news playing softly as background noise, you paced around your apartment, sickening thoughts invading your brain. You wanted to call her to ease the ideas, but you knew it would only interrupt her—maybe annoy her.

The knob of the front door turning and unlocked stole your attention. The thought immediately calmed as Mandy walked through the door. She released a small huff when you enveloped her in a hug immediately. Her arms wrapped around you. “Missed me that much?”

You pulled away. “Mandy, I was worried about you! I thought you might've been hurt!”

“You don't need to worry about me, babe,” she lowered her gloved hand to your cheek. “What I do need is a shower,” she sighed. You grabbed the hand on your cheek and lowered it before leading her to your bedroom.

“Let me take care of you.”

You could’ve laughed from how the opposite happened if it weren't for how hard Mandy thrusted into you. Your hands traveled along her body, nails desperate for something to dig into. She remained confined to her tight suit—the opposite of you—while you removed all of your clothes before you touched the mattress. Your fingers found her gloved wrists as her hands held your thighs to your stomach.

Her hips pounded into the backs of your thighs—you were sure bruises would appear tomorrow. She leaned her forehead against yours. “You’re taking me so well, baby. I wish I could feel you, bet you’re squeezing me so hard right now.”

Her words made you whimper, pushing you closer to your release. She rammed into you relentlessly—you could barely take a breath before she pulled a moan from your lips. At each slam of her hips against yours, you clenched involuntarily around the strap-on.

Her lips curled into a small smile at your fucked-out expression. She reached one of her hands to your bare breasts and squeezed the flesh. She lowered her head to wrap her lips around your nipple, teeth brushing the brown bud. She groaned when your back arched at the sensation.

“Mandy,” you whined, “please, I’m gonna come.”

Mandy pulled away and moved a hand to hold the back of your head, fingers burying in your hair. “Look at me when you come.”

As the tip of the rubber dick brushed against that tender spot inside you repeatedly, you came without a struggle, squirming relentlessly. Her thrusts slowed as you came down from the high. She pulled away, and instead, of taking the strap-on off and caring for you, she climbed down the bed to attach her lips to your clit. You gasped, fingers threading themselves in her blonde hair from the sensitivity of your last orgasm. "Man! I can't—"

Her hands returned to your thighs, rubbing the plump flesh. She detached her lips from your puffy clit. "It's okay, babe. You taste so good," she moaned as she licked a stripe up your slit. She allowed your thighs to close around her head while you squirmed involuntarily, causing Mandy to rest her hand on your lower stomach. You would've been embarrassed by the lewd noises, which came from Mandy slurping your juices, but the way she sucked on your clit, making you whimper—you back lifting from the bed—you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You came after she flicked your clit with her tongue a few times. Her hand remained in your stomach as she drank your cum eagerly, moaning in satisfaction.

She sat up and rubbed the side of your waist until you relaxed. She stood up and began to remove her suit, starting with her amulet. You sat up against the headboard, smiling softly at her as her brunette hair replaced the blonde.

Mandy noticed your grin. “Join me in the shower?”

You nodded and stood up, joining her as she stepped into the bathroom—the intention of having more than a shower occupying your mind.