" wait, what's that sound?! " males of dispatch x gn! afab! reader because i dislike the use of gendered nicknames ♡ || robert, royd, punch up, waterboy x gn! afab! reader
cw: nsfw & 18+ content ahead, of course fem anatomy used, breeding kink ofc, established relationship, implied virgin! reader, lowkey talks about kids in robert's part LOL you can see it as adoption instead as well :3,
synopsis. "taking it raw for the first time" w/ dispatch guys :)
wc: ~6k ; not proofread, might be ooc! also mostly err fluffy lil intros -> rough sx... can you tell i got tired of writing escalation to sex after a while HAHA
?! robert traced his nose down your collarbone from behind you, strong arms start to wrap around your waist whilst you cooked your usual breakfast before heading back to bed.
i mean, today was a weekend, there was nothing better than to just go back and cuddle with your husband,
beef always nudging your feet everywhere now and them while waiting for his own food, barking almost in a hushed tone.
"you two both seem pretty hungry, hm?" you let out a chuckle as you reached over for one of the snacks off the desk, "catch, beefy!" tossing it into the air at the dog proudly biting onto it, happily walking off to the living room.
"you and your son have so much in common." "you mean our son? of course he'd take after his father."
you feel a chin settle on your shoulder, and a head fit into the empty space beside your nap, "yes, mr. robertson?" "please, don't call me that, angel." you let out a small laugh before asking something out of the blue—
"rob, have you ever thought what our kids would look like?" you gaze at your side, looking at him expectantly; tilting as you watch him cough in surprise.
"s-sorry, what baby?" "like .. do you think our features match well enough?"
he stared at you like you just admitted to a war crime as he took a breather at the table, and it's not because he hasn't thought about it, it's because he didn't know how to bring it up.
after a while in silence, you placed his meal in front of him, "you wanna try?"
you don't know what you were thinking when you said that, but you couldn't say much anyway, not when you were bent over the dining table, his hand was already dug into the strands of your scalp; pushing your pretty little face right onto the table.
"wahh—nnghh, hah, mmf! h-harder pleasef-" you whine out as his cock kisses your insides, making obscene sounds neighbors would complain about. your entrance squelched loudly every thrust that slapped against your ass. literally hissing at the burn of how far his cock stretched you out.
"o-ohh, fuck—yeah, you really... haahfuck, want my kids in you, yeah?" throwing his head back promptly, he felt so insanely turned on by how hard your tight pussy was clenching onto his dick, it felt like it was about to snap off of him.
"nngh, hah... r—rob, f—uuck! s'good...!" you moaned loudly into the surface of the table; you shut your eyes close, your words fumble as your cheeks indent into the counter, your shorts pooled at your ankles. hands grasping at the fat of your hips, continuing with merciless pistons of his hips into yours.
his smile grows into a smirk, watching your hole let his cock sink into you; your entrance shudders around him, making him twitch in return; your hands grip at the wood of the table, barely holding onto to it,
"f—fuck, i'm gonna... gonna fuck a kid into you." you gasped, lip quivering as you shudder under the pressure building up in your stomach. "they're gonna be so fuckin' adorable, jus'—haah, imagine... their cute lil' faces.."
his hand adjusts its grasp in your hair, lifting you up so he could see your face better, "jus' look at th—eir beautiful fuc-fucking parent they're g—haah-gonna have... y-your eyes... and my head of hair."
"fuuuck, you feel th—aat? all for you, angel." he cooed into your ear, his finger tracing your jaw gently as you continue to whine in pleasure. the helpless rolls of his hips into yours spiked euphoria up into you, "ahhn- rob, w—what would you w-wanna name her i-if she were a girl."
a hard thrust spears right through you, "roxanne sounds good, don't you think?" he smirks, pulling your head up by your hair; one arm now holding you up as he continues to hit your insides up. "god i'm gonna be very... hah.. confused if you don't get pregnant, mmm—by t-tonight."
you didn't know if you felt overwhelmed or not, but god were you crying so fucking happily; you haven't had anyone fuck you at all, not anyone good at least. "e—every other guy that's fucked you never got you this pleased, mmm?" letting out a huff through ragged words, he was so in love with you.
"fuck, i needed this. needed you." he mumbled into your skin, your skin scattered with bites of love blessed your shoulders and collarbones, your legs were already quivering, twitching even; his pace was one you weren't even aware about.
he grinned at how helpless you were, god was he just loving this, no matter how little sleep he got last night; this fully woke him up, of course it would. he hadn't heard you moan like this since the first time you two got to make out, and that was a while ago. you two never thought of having kids... well, until you brought it up. which would be now—two weeks after your wedding.
"holy shiiit, god you feel so fuckin' good, baby—mmmfuck! hold it right there, angel, right there." he could tell with the way you were being pushed to your climax, that's when you would clench around him hard, although it already was a tight fit on your own. his voice was like a growl of that an animal, animalistic and sharp thrusts that made you shiver.
"nnh, ahhh— fuck i-i think i will, rob, mmn please!" you whimper, he loved to hear the desperation in your voice grow. "i'm gonna breed you, im gonna fucking breed you, fuckfuckfuck—"
his arms surround your waist before you felt your climax strike in unison with spurts of come that touched your womb, making your eyes roll back into your skull, you both moan loudly in unison,
juices mixed with both yours and his drip to the floor, you lean backwards, your head landing onto one of his broad shoulders, his muscley arms keep you in place. "fuck, you did good, angel. so, so proud of you."
you smile weakly before giving a shy kiss onto his lips, your hand on the back of his head. "love you so much rob."
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"BEEF DON'T DRINK THAT—"
cw: used hawaiian nickname/s ive heard from tv shows :sob:
royd was directly behind you, helping with dishes, you wash the dirt off, he scrubs the soap on, and you place them into the plate dryer, it was the life... except you felt like something was missing...
"thanks for helping baby." you reached up to kiss him as you take your dish gloves off, taking a seat on a kitchen counter nearby. swinging your legs as you smile at your husband.
"no problem, m'lady. anything else?" ... "would you be down to breed me?"
his eyes widen for a moment, showing his clear surprise until it fades into a smile; "y-you what, my love?" his glance moved over to the sink, cleaning the dirt built at the bottom to avoid looking you straight in the eye, "where are you looking, roy? come on! i wanna know if you've been thinking what i have recently!"
"i have been thinking.... ever since we got married, but ehh... i din know if ya wanted 'em too." he sighed, rubbing the back of his nape, you laugh a little at his response,
"don't worry, it's just a question. but i... i want you to feel good too." and there you go, he couldn't even stop you because god he's been wanting a few for a long, long time. but why would he ever force you?
"sorry, i'm just— i know it might... it might hurt, but i'm willing to take you." "keep talking, and i think i might."
you were already bent over the kitchen counter, his cock lined up right between your thighs, touching the very surface of your clit, but only merely using your thighs for friction and pleasure. "fuck, y—you feel amazin' ipo... haah."
you whined at the way he easily manhandled your thighs, your cunt getting wetter by the second; sadly only to be pleased by rubbing against your folds, and not actually inside you...
"i... i'll let ya think about dis, first, 'kay? i'mma fuck your thighs first..." his voice was soft, but god was his cock absolutely monster sized, your thighs could barely cover half of it, "nnh, but i wan' it now..." whining with plead so dearly, he usually wouldn't be able to resist, but he wanted you to be able to back out whenever you wanted,
after all it was your first time. he didn't want you to feel anything you didn't.
your clothes were somewhere over there, your legs were twitching around him making him groan with volume. you squeezed your thighs together on impulse whilst he slowly moved your lower body in and out the friction.
you felt your juices slowly dripping onto your inner thighs as well, his big mushroom tip pushing through the cleavage of your skin making you cry in waves of pleasure as he continued to over, and over again.
"you make it hard, hard n—not to thrust i-into you..." he coos into your ear, you could only get off to the rub you got from his shaft; "mmfuck, please, royd, i wan' it...!" you cried out, you don't know if this was his way of teasing,
he suddenly removed himself, and flipped you over to lay on your back. "oh my—fuck!" and there it was, barely an inch in and you could feel a singing burn, god did he stretch you out so, so badly. and you loved it so much; when the hell did he get tattoos on his cock?!
you could see his inked up shaft slowly enter inside you as you let out one long, loud mouthful cry of pleasure.
"do ya like it? cause sshit, you right.. you do feel nice..."
thirty minutes later, he had your legs up on his large shoulders, your body sloped up slightly, a very, very clear belly bulge was in your stomach, which only turned the both of you on all the more. "nghh—f-uuuckk, royd so good... mmn- sshit, so good!" you exclaimed, lust filling your entire body; his cock felt fucking amazing going up into your tight pussy,
"s-so fucking good for me, ipo..." he whispered into your ear, bending your body into a tight mating press, your face was clear with corruption as your eyes were consistently rolled back into your skull, back arching every thrust he gave you. loud squelches bounce off all the interior.
cw: brief usage of a foreign petname!
punch up, aka colm's hands were strong, you loved the way he could pick you up, and throw you around without any difficulty, which could probably be said about right now.
"ooh- nghh, f—uuck! colm, r-right there..." his arms lifted you up and down so so so easily, you swear you felt you were being split in half the way he had almost no doubt whilst fucking you up and down onto his cock.
only a mere mirror as his reference to see your expression, your body, and how your body reacted to his. watching the milky ring on the base of his cock grow in unison with his smirk, "y-yeah, y'like it, mo chride?" you moaned at the sudden use of the petname, and god did you love hearing his accent.
it was the first time you two got to fuck in a while, work taking up 3/4 his schedule; and now here he was, fucking his pretty little partner on the edge of the bed while he lifted them up and down, controlling the pace of how often his tip gets to hit your sweet, spongy core.
water droplets of sweat fell off your body, off your forehead, your arms, everywhere, you had just come out the shower, and he couldn't wait any longer to take you now. steam fogged up the reflective surface, yet he could still make out your figure through all of it. your bath towel was thrown to the side,
the air conditioner was loud with cool gliding over your body, making you shiver as you continue to ride him. gummy walls closed in around his cock, making him groan loudly as well, his shaft covered in your juices and his.
you shut your eyes close in euphoria, feeling him bulge into your tummy oh-so well. despite any rumor that he has a small dick, it could not be further from the truth.
"fuck, 'm g'na cum in ya, sshit!"
waterboy, also known as your herman, was shriveled up and submitting to your touch as you pulled on his tie. slightly choking him as you dipped your entrance on his cock once more; "ffuck, baby... s—so good... nnnh!" he whimpered underneath you, face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure.
his eyebrows knit together in pleasure, raising his face to look up at you with your finger, "look at me, herm, please? need to see your face when you cum inside me, 'kay?"
your voice was soft, and caring, just like the one he fell in love with, and god he wanted you even more whenever you treated him like this. pathetic when your warm cunt takes all of his big, nerdy dick inside you. watching it enter you was what turned you on even more than the praise you give him,
"f—uuuck! so.. good, mmf..." his voice cracked, he was so in love with how you control whatever happened right now, even as you placed his palms over your ass, and your hands land on his shoulders. " hold onto me, maybe you'll fall apart earlier than usual." ah, there was that adorable giggle, he was just eating what-fucking-ever you gave him,
"mmmn, fuck, i could do this for hours, k—keep mumbling like that and i might actually."
it was the first time you got to take your herman raw, usually he'd want to be safe, but per request, he wanted to take all of you on him, and he was happy he was the cause of that gorgeous bulge in your stomach.
"can see those hearts in your eyes, baby, you really like when i ride you, don't you?" you tease into his ear, playing with his hair gently, unlike the rhythm of your hips sinking onto his.
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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
Oh, he has enough problems to deal with. Mostly from his own program. So why the fuck is he thinking about someone from another?
The first time he encountered you was in the break room, when you were cursing the damn stupid fucking coffee maker that won't work and he helped you out by plugging the unplugged cord.
He'll never forget how your eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief, before you turned to face him and he almost sputtered in shock when he saw your face fully. You told him it was the stress from your program getting to you, and Robert could barely contain his amused smile at that.
After a short introduction and an embarrassing apology, Robert watched you leave the room with a dangerous curiosity curling in his chest.
He quickly finds out you're another Dispatcher in their branch, but how come he's never seen you before? As if a flip has been switched, he begins to notice you every time now.
He gets distracted when he hears your voice cutting through the channel, providing him assistance whenever his program needs it.
He always bumps into you during morning coffee runs, almost spilling his coffee on you one too many times. Or vice versa.
The two of you are the only ones ending the shifts late, and he purposefully slows tidying up his desk just so he could wait for you to finish.
He wonders if you were a former hero like him, and spends his free time obsessively analyzing you from across the room just to guess which one were you.
It got to the point Chase notices it, and Robert has never lived a day without his former babysitter now mentor teasing the ever life of him.
Whenever the two of you end your shifts late again, Robert waits until you're done and walks up to you with Beef in his arms. Then, he'll ask if he could walk you home, just to make sure you get home safe, and lights up when you agree—for the third time.
He brings you coffee every morning, just the way you like it. He gives you advice and spends late night conversations walking home, wanting to stretch the hours just so he could spend more time with you.
Z-team already caught on before he knew it, and every single one of them makes his life a living hell by pulling the most embarrassing things at work just to tease him.
Chase even comments about, "Next thing I know, you're gonna fucking settle down and start the fourth Robert Robertson with them." But somehow, that thought doesn't seem too bad in his mind.
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INVISIGAL
Oh, she would be the most annoying bitch in the building.
You know how cats are? Actively seek your attention, purr in delight when they get it, just to act all hissy and avoid you for the rest of the day when you spoil them too much. In the end, they'll continue coming back for more because they're so curious.
Yeah, it's like that for Visi.
She'd have this stalkerish tendencies of following you whenever you go while invisible, just to know what places you like to visit or what food you eat.
She'll leave snacks on your desk, the ones she found out while following you, but never tells you it's from her. Just watches from the corner you look around the room, confused, while she tells you to eat the fucking thing in her mind.
Following that cat-like behavior, she'll also leave you random gifts she has stolen from different shops. The exact ones that she saw you eyeing through a glass window, or heard from a conversation with another Dispatcher.
Wants to desperately talk to you, but figured you're busy with your own program so she settles on staring at you while Robert hasn't called for her yet.
The time she finally gets to talk to you was when Robert was talking to you first, and she casually slides into the conversation, ignoring Robert's baffled expression.
When you laugh at one of her jokes, Visi took that as a cue and proceeds to steal you away from Robert. Then, chaos ensues.
She begins to hover, appearing out of nowhere just to surprise you. Especially in the most inconvenient times, which happens to be her favorite. She does it one time when you're changing in the locker room, and has the audacity to laugh at your terrified expression while you're half-naked on the floor.
And god, the sex jokes. They never stop. At first she does it for shits and giggles, until she starts to drop more and more around you. To the point when you finally reciprocate it, catching her off guard and flustered for once.
Whenever you feel someone's staring at you, it's most likely Visi. Just standing there at the corner whenever you're on shift, staring and waiting, with that dark indecipherable glint in her eye.
She also does not shy away from checking you out. Continuing to do so even after you catch her and call her out. She just gives you this coy smirk and wink, before she disappears from sight.
Clings to you for the rest of her remaining free time, just chatting, yapping, and teasing. When she jokes about you taking her on a date, you agree casually. She freezes and gives you this wide-eyed stare, before vanishing yet again.
After a long day and shift, you're just about to leave the building and head home when you feel an invisible tug on your arm and see Visi manifesting there—grinning up at you.
"You still owe me that date, casanova."
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WATERBOY
Oh, the poor guy's a goner the moment he develops a crush. And he's terribly obvious with it.
I can't decide between two HCS of him. Either he's clinging to the person he likes or entirely avoiding them (much like in my waterboy fanfic), but for now let's HC him as both.
During his time as a janitor, he'll avoid you at all costs. Because he thinks you're way out of his league, and he's just a nobody cleaning after everyone's mess. But what made him like you instantly was your politeness.
Even when it was his job to clean up, you always made sure to tidy around a bit to save him some trouble. He'll approach you, shaking and nervous, telling you how you didn't need to do that and you shouldn't bother with it.
Instead of disregarding him, you just gave him a soft smile and told him you didn't mind. "I've seen you working hard around here, you deserve some help too. And in case no one has told you yet, thank you."
Oh, heart eyes behind his goggles. Next to Robert, you're the second person to acknowledge him with kindness and patience. It's the bare minimum, but after a long time of enduring bullying, being taken for granted, and not being recognized—it was like a beacon of hope.
He asks the first person he trusts for advice, Robert, about how to have more confidence and not make a fool of himself around you. But even after receiving a few advice, Waterboy still cannot work up the courage to talk to you.
It's only after Robert chose him to be a part of the Z-team when Waterboy builds a little more confidence in himself. Maybe because the others have been a bad influence on him, but he sees it as a good thing.
The next time he talks to you, he doesn't stutter as much. He still gets nervous, terribly nervous, but somehow your comforting energy calms him. He doesn't see any malice or judgement in your eyes, you welcome his presence whenever you're eating in the break room.
He also greatly admires your skills as a Dispatcher, being one of the top programs in the branch, and he sometimes wonder how it's like working under you.
And– And not in that way. Maybe.
With his newfound confidence, he's able to initiate more conversations with you. He'll show you pictures of his grandma's cats, bond over your similar interests, and hang around the break room during your free time.
He buys you your favorite snacks and leaves little sentimental notes on your desk. As well as gifts that reminded him of you.
He won't hesitate to clean your desk up, even when you tell him you're perfectly capable of doing it, he still takes the initiative. Not because it's his job, but because he wants to reciprocate the kindness you've given him.
And the entire team is either supportive or disgusted (affectionately) whenever you pass by and greet him with a smile, because this man will turn into a puddle—staring after you dazedly as he waves back with the dreamiest smile you'll ever see him wear.
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FLAMBAE
This guy. God, this guy becomes unbearable.
You know those kinds of people who'll take any and every opportunity to show off in front of their crushes? Yeah, Flambae will absolutely do the most just to get you to notice him.
At first he doesn't notice you. Why would he? He doesn't have the time for others, especially when they're not anywhere near his level.
But then the team goes out for drinks one night, when he sees you there at the bar—still donned in your SDN uniform like Robert—and he gapes in shock because, woah, how come he's never seen you before? Surely, he would've noticed a pretty face like yours around the place.
After downing a shot, he makes his way over—suave, sure of himself, and totally ignoring his team exchanging cash behind him—and slides beside you.
"New around here?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "Pretty sure I would've seen someone like you before, cuz you're very easy on the eyes. Mind If I buy you a drink, hot stuff?"
He only receives an eye roll, before you grab your drink and smile at him. "Already bought myself one. Try again next time." Then, you slip away towards your booth, leaving him bewildered.
He's not even focused on Prism cheering loudly with cash in hand or Malevola groaning in disappointment in the background, because in his head, the game's only just begun. Oh, it's on.
He immediately locks in on you the moment he sees you at work, headset on your shoulders in that ugly blue uniform that you somehow pull off.
And the show begins. He unironically flexes his muscles every time you pass by, not even sparing him a glance. He stops by your cubicle to strike up a conversation, but it's more like him bragging about his recent missions and how awesome he is, to which you'll always sigh.
Sometimes, he'll ignore Robert's direct orders to stay focused on the mission. Because he'll see you walking around Torrance on your day off, and immediately flies after you. Much to your dismay. At least he became useful carrying all your grocery bags back to your apartment.
It doesn't stop there. If anything, he takes it up a notch and personally asks you out for drinks. Once, twice, until three times isn't enough, and the fourth time involves him dropping off a pack of tacos on your desk—still no luck.
The fifth was when he sees you entering the elevator, and he swiftly slips past the doors just before they shut. The moment you make eye contact, he grins while you sigh again.
"So," He pants, slicks his hair back. "That date? Gonna give me a chance? I promise you, it's gonna be great! Because you're gonna be with me. And I'll make sure it's gonna be awesome."
He expects another rejection, he wouldn't mind trying for a sixth time, but then you sigh again and smile at him. "You know what? Sure, why not? But if it sucks, I'm gonna report you to HR."
Fuck yeah.
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PRISM
One thing about Prism, she likes to shine and let others watch her shine. She'll absolutely let you know if she likes you.
But I feel like she wouldn't approach you at first, she's the type to let others do the first move. She's a popstar after all, not a fan. The others should be the ones approaching her.
And that's what you did. In the break room, she sees you standing at the entrance and feels your stare. Normally, she'll let the moment pass and ignore it. After all, she's used to fans and shit.
But that changes when you approach her, and you reveal that you've been listening to her music recently. Especially during writing up reports late at night. Not as a fan praising their idol, but as a genuine compliment from another person.
And wait, you're actually cute up close. She might just be interested in you after that.
Somehow, after that encounter, Prism starts opening up to you. She'll show up in the office, and starts calling you pet names in front of everyone. Her favorite one is baby, because she enjoys the look of shock and the tiny blush on your face.
Gives you special treatment than her actual fans, makes you listen to her unreleased drafts, and even takes candid photos of you whenever you're busy.
She even starts decorating her vape with embezzled jewels with your initials, thinks it's cool and shows it to you.
She even tweets cryptic things on her page like "god my baby's so cute" "y'all ever wanna drop to your knees and worship a god? not religious, but i might!" or even "looks like I have a new type ;))"
Watch her fans go crazy and try to come up with theories who she's referring to. A whole investigator level type of shit that absolutely amuses her. But really, she only has one target audience. And that's you.
She starts taking more pics of you, actually good ones that compliment your features, and even poses with your face out of the frame to post it. Just to see her fans go wild. She then asks you for your number to send them—smooth, casual, and a total score for her.
You give it to her, and she's immediately spamming you with your pics later that night. Her pics. Song recommendations. Show recommendations. As well as places while following with a "wouldn't it be nice to go here for a date?" message after.
She's not exactly subtle in work either. Blows a kiss in your direction, lets her touch linger on your arm, your shoulder, and back when she's passing. She becomes bolder, wilder, and she's not stopping until she gets what she wants.
Late at night, she's glued to her phone again—scrolling through tweets and current trends—when she sees your contact name (my baby) and opens it to see your message replying to the place she sent for a date idea.
She only laughs and maybe even melts a little when she sees your message, "how about I take you out there sometime?"
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PUNCH UP
His recent break up with Coupé left him considering his romantic preferences afterwards. Not that the relationship was bad, but they were both villains at that time, so it really didn't last long.
For a while, he's not really interested in another relationship. That is until he met you. And shite, he understands why they call it love at first sight.
The first time he sees you is during a conference meeting with the Z-team. You enter the room to call for Blonde Blazer, and Punch Up's jaw literally drops and his eyes widens comically at the sight of you.
He remembers sitting up straighter, trying to appear taller, and fiddles with his mustaches while he sneaks glances in your direction.
On the outside, he appears confident and sure if himself. But deep inside him, he's conscious that someone like you wouldn't be interested in him. Hell, he already expects a rejection.
If only his powers didn't fucking make him shrink to this size, he would've been more forward in courting you. Plus, he figures you wouldn't want to be with someone half your fucking height.
Still, Punch Up can't help but puff up his chest or slick his hair back whenever you cross paths. He'll even compliment you on your work, to which you're surprised at, but you'd smile down at him in gratitude.
That gave him an inkling of hope, you didn't look at him weirdly or find his approach off-putting, so he decides to take a step further.
Starts leaving flowers on your desk. Gives you random compliments and encouragement just in case you need a boost in morale. Brings you coffee—bittersweet and light—when he notices you looking down after a shift.
Totally becomes a gentleman to make up for his lack of height, but the latter part didn't seem to bother you at all. You always thank him with a warm smile that never fails to heat his cheeks and make him feel all giddy.
Like Waterboy, heart eyes every time he sees you. Visibly melts when you smile at him. Grins so wide whenever you make a joke or laugh at his. He quickly becomes your cheerleader and hype man, providing both encouragement and comfort.
He jokingly suggests he could give you some massage after seeing you rolling your shoulders around, lightly bragging about his firm touch and expertise, and is totally shocked when you agree.
Yeah, he's spending the whole time grinning so wide while he's giving you back massage in the break room. Also, glares at everyone who enters and gives him a weird look.
You make him feel like he's normal, like he doesn't need to prove anything just because he's lacking in certain areas. You treat him just the same as everyone, and he actually thinks you're perfect.
He will absolutely do anything to protect you. He may not be the brightest, but hurting you is the last thing on his mind.
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COUPÉ
Contrary to popular belief, Coupé is an absolute flirt—genuinely trying or not—and she has no problem using her charm on everyone. Proven and tested on Sonar and Punch Up. Robert too, if you include that time in Crypto Night.
The first time she sees you in the office, her eyes gleams dangerously like the knives tucked into her wings. You're not even doing anything remotely interesting, but something about you triggers her fascination.
And if you knew Coupé, then that would be a dangerous thing to develop.
Starts gathering more information about you, using her skills as an assassin to remain undetected. And like the crime in her profile, she's a stalker. But then again, that's part of the whole package.
Once she has eyes on something, or someone, she develops an unhealthy fixation on them. Spends so much time lurking, eavesdropping, and stalking just to find more details about you and your life.
She doesn't even know why she became so entranced by you, but all she knew was whoever dares to approach you, they'll have to answer to her.
Okay, yeah. I'm picking up on slight yandere tendencies to her. Something about her screams obsession at first sight, and as an assassin, she never stops until she captures her target.
Or in this case, you.
She memorizes your routine outside SDN, your work and personal schedule, every time you clock in and out of the office. Then, she uses all her gathered information to her advantage.
Meaning, she'll weaponize them into getting your attention.
Going back to the first bullet, she'll use her charm to disarm you the next time you go out for drinks. She's always one step ahead of you, already there in every corner you turn, just so she can make sure her existence is branded into your mind.
Then, after introductions that's where she'll flirt. Gets touchy immediately after a couple of words exchanged. Lightly plays with your hair, strokes your jaw, whispers low in your ear.
An absolute tease once you get close to her. Or rather, once she gets close to you. She always keeps her gaze on you from every corner of the room. Steps in immediately if she detects someone linger too close.
Hey, this might be a bit manipulative to others' taste. But it hasn't stopped her from getting what she wants. Plus, she's not doing anything illegal. She just has a terrible crush on a Dispatcher from another program.
And if you ever say no to her, she'll do whatever it takes to change your mind.
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GOLEM
Golem is a certified green flag, and I will DIE on that hill. Have you heard his voice lines when talking to the girls? Marriage material, honestly.
Okay, I'm gonna be honest, this is gonna be difficult because he literally is a construct. But we're not going past that, we're just going to stick to crushes.
Golem rarely develops any romantic interest in anyone, mostly because he knows he doesn't have any chance with them. Thinks everyone is way out of his league, and they wouldn't want someone like him.
But when it comes to you, he's SMITTEN. This man is my goat right here, he deserves so much love pls. Anyway, he literally stands still like a deer in headlights—you'd actually think he turned into a clay statue—the first time he sees you.
Canonically, he loves listening to music and poetry. So he starts hyperfixating on making playlists and poems with the thought of you. He already has a hundred songs dedicated to you, the Dispatcher from another program, and written at least thirty poems about how you look.
He REALLY wants to show you all the work he's done, but hesitates because what if you think he's being creepy?
Thankfully, maybe because of some miracle, you're the one who approached him during his break time outside the building. His usual spot is by the parking lot, where he'll just sit and listen to his newly made playlist and write poems about everything he sees.
"Whatcha listening to, big guy?"
It takes a lot to scare Golem, but the sound of your voice—soft and curious—startles him. He immediately snaps his gaze towards you, blinks, and just stares. Not saying a word. Totally starstruck as if you're top tier a superhero. Maybe you were in the past.
You apologized for scaring him, but he simply shakes his head and quietly shows you his phone. The current song he's listening to makes your eyes brighten, and he has to stop the clay on his body from physically melting.
He finds out you two have similar tastes in music, and when you ask about what he's writing, he doesn't even hesitate on showing you.
He doesn't even stop you when you get to the ones he's written about you. He later reveals how they're all about you, better get it off of his chest and move on, but he's more surprised to see you smiling.
You told him it's the first time anyone has ever written a poem about you, and he's honestly shocked by that.
Oh, one thing about poets. Once they like you, everything they do will be tied to your name.
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SONAR
God, this fucking pervert. Really, he is a pervert.
But somehow, he manages to keep himself maintained in front of you. Barely. He still likes to let his eyes linger on your body. Once. Twice. Okay, maybe lots of times.
Malevola actually hit him hard on his head after catching him drooling over and eyefucking you, and not wanting to anger her, he promises to keep himself in his best behavior.
Again, barely.
The best thing he can do is resort to his intelligence. Cuz c'mon, not to brag or anything, but he's a Harvard graduate. So, that's gotta impress you right?
Yeah, he was humbled immediately when you just stared at him and proceeded to give a thumbs up. "Cool, man. I mean, I have some friends from there as well. But we're not in touch anymore."
Just when he thinks all hope is lost, you follow up a question on what his majors were. Oh, watch him turn into the most insufferable yapper known to existence. Infodumps intensely, sticks to your side even when you're busy on the job, and just rambles.
He secretly wonders if he's bothering you or you're just accepting everything he's saying because you pity him, but you genuinely seem invested and even quip a comment every once in a while.
Okay, good. Maybe this can work out just fine. Except that his attraction towards you becomes more obvious. He squeaks more around you (a habit when he's nervous) and his ears twitch when he hears you talking, even from across the room.
He asks a lot of questions about you as well. He plays it off as mutual interest, but he desperately wants to know if he truly has a chance with you or if you're way out of his league to even bother to court.
But that's not what seals the deal. It was when he managed to make you laugh at his dry jokes the first time, and he swears it was the best day of his life.
He's actively trying not to overstep his boundaries, also asks about your interests and is genuinely thrilled to discover you have similar ones. Besides drugs and boobs, or maybe you like the second one too, but he's not gonna ask about that. Yet.
Sonar is actually a sweet guy once you get to know him well enough. But not the kind of sweet you typically see on romance stories, but the kind that annoys you at the same time.
But he means well, he's smart enough to know not to fuck this up. It might be his only chance after all. Even Malevola's constant teasing how you're way out of his league, he still continues to impress you with new things day by day.
Sonar now has three favorite things: drugs, boobs, and the new addition, you.
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MALEVOLA
Malevola, much like the other girls, can be a massive flirt if she wants.
But most of the time, it's all just for fun and it's how she normally interacts with others. If she liked them, of course. Platonically or romantically. She does it so naturally, kind of forward at times to the point that it might make others uncomfortable and she doesn't realize it. Or maybe she does, she just continues to do it for her own amusement.
So when she develops a crush on you, oh it's not gonna take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Even Sonar notices it the moment his best friend starts eyeing someone from across the room. Follows her line of sight, sees you getting up from your seat, and immediately says to himself, "Oh, they're so fucked."
"They're about to be," Malevola casually quips, winking at the bat hybrid. "Watch and learn how it's done, batman."
She proceeds to harass charm you during your free time. Literally glides the tip of her tail along the length of your leg as you walk by, startling you completely, before she boldly pins you to the wall and grins deviously at you. "Hey there, cutie. Didn't catch your name before. Mind throwing it?"
All she received was a shocked and scandalized look from you, before you slipped under her arm and walked away—continuing your day as if nothing happened. And the whole time, Sonar was hiding his giggles while recording the whole thing. "Holy shit, that was fucking bad. They're so not impressed, Mal."
But for the demon? That's nothing but a challenge. She just grins wider and crosses her arms. "Playing hard to get, huh? My kinda game."
Now you got yourself a literal demon warrior harassing flirting with you wherever you go. If you think Flambae was extra, this woman is much worse. Pops out of nowhere through her portal and surprises you. Gets really touchy when you're in the break room, arm around your shoulder and leaning so close to your face. Her voice lowers, thickens, and drips with suggestion every time she talks to you.
All the while, both you and Sonar are the victims of this. Especially you. And over time, you get used to her advances, even tolerating her touches to some extent. Toss your own flirtatious remark here and there. But you still jump away when her hands start to wander lower than you'd like, causing you to glare at her and she winks at you.
"I get that your love language is physical touch, but that's straight up harassment." Sonar comments one day, to which Malevola rolls her eyes. "Aren't you like worried about getting reported?"
"I should've been reported already," She retorts, shrugging. "But I wasn't. Something tells me they're interested too."
But for your sake, Malevola downplays all her advances to friendly pats and light flirtation. She's not worried for herself, but she's worried about your reputation. Something she didn't take into consideration at first. So, for the next following days, she keeps her hands to herself and refrains from making you too uncomfortable
In front of everyone, she turns into a saint. Addresses you politely, never lets her eyes linger for a second too long, and doesn't approach you as much as she used to before. Sonar is not the only one confused, even you are baffled at the sudden change. She treats you like you're mere acquaintances, nothing more, and she notices the way your eyes begin to seek hers whenever she avoids yours.
However when she finally gets you alone in the elevator, she pins you to the wall again with her hands rest on your waist. "Okay, I'm done playing pretend. You want this or not?"
You raised an eyebrow at her, but not making a move to remove her hands. "We're at work. We could get into trouble."
Malevola grins down at you, hands falling lower. "We could get into trouble elsewhere then?"
This time, you don't stop her.
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BLONDE BLAZER
HR department is either nonexistent or is fucking blind to everything happening in this branch.
Because Blonde Blazer is not exactly subtle when it comes to her little (not-so-secretive) crush towards you. Hell, everyone already knows how much she likes you. How obvious she is just being around your cubicle all of the time and the lingering shoulder touches she does.
Everyone knows, except you.
And it honestly frustrates her, because she's pretty sure she's being as straightforward as she could. Asks you out for lunch or dinner outside the office during your free time. Hovers around you, literally, when you're walking home. You know, just making sure you get home safely.
Even though she knows she needs to be professional, she just can't help the nervous flutter in her chest when she's around you. You unknowingly make her feel like Mandy, and not Blazer. The way you talk to her, as if you could see past her powers and her amulet, makes her hopelessly pining after you.
Everyone else just keeps quiet, and at this point, no one bats an eye anymore. Chase even tells her to give up, Robert advises her to make her intentions known directly, but she ignores both of them because she knows she can do this.
Honestly, if she doesn't know about your past, she'll be convinced your superpower was being oblivious.
Because you honestly can't see the special treatment she's giving you. The praises and compliments that spill out of her mouth. How her voice and gaze softens when around you.
And you just accept everything like it was normal, maybe you honestly think she was being nice.
She even invites Robert for a drink, sitting on top of the billboard again, a bottle in her hand while she's venting her frustrations and he's chugging his own beer with a deadpanned expression.
Blazer with a crush is honestly just like a Golden Retriever. Hopeless, loyal to a fault, adorable yet kinda a mess. She ends up drinking Robert's beer after he offers it, then composes herself once she chucks the empty bottle into the unknown.
"Just tell them how you really feel," Robert shrugs, quite done with the whole ordeal. "What's the worse thing that can happen?"
"Rejection? Resignation? Not being able to talk to them anymore?" Okay, maybe she's a little tipsy now. But honestly, she doesn't fucking care anymore. Maybe she should stop with the whole thing, move on like she did with Phenomaman, but that was easier than this.
Robert claps her shoulder, a look of pity visible on his features. "Hey, don't take it personally. Next time, you can–"
Her phone beeps, a notification, and Blazer holds up a finger as she checks it. She almost shot up to the skies and threw her phone or Robert when she reads your message.
"Soooo, Chase filled me in with the whole thing. Says you're doing all these because you like me? Sorry for being oblivious and not catching on quick :'D"
Then, before she could type a reply, another message shows up.
"How about a date tomorrow night? My treat ;))"
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ROYD
Now, Royd is two things: a gearhead and a science nerd. But even with these super awesome traits, he has zero clue how to work on feelings.
He has people taking interest in him before here and there, but again, he's a gearhead and a science nerd. He's not too focused on all those lovey dovey things.
At least that's what he thought before he met you.
You're a Dispatcher, a damn good one at that, and he can't help but admire you and how you run your program.
Unlike with everyone else, he acts super clumsy around you. Doesn't even realize he's fumbling his words when he's talking to you, totally thinks he's doing well however.
As a gearhead, he'll craft you up some gadget that he thinks can help you with your dispatches. Others are confused why you suddenly have this advanced headset (lowkey jealous).
A very hands-on person, Royd will definitely be an acts of service kind of guy. Opens the door for you, fixes up things you don't even need to fix, brings you down to his lab as an excuse he needs your help.
But in reality, he just wants to impress you with his work. You just sit there in the corner, watching him in his element, and flushes whenever you compliment him.
Also, absolutely loves it when you ask questions. About his work, his inventions, his tools. Everything. He just wants to share a piece of his life with you—kind of like a silent invitation for you to accept him.
Even though he doesn't have much idea on how romance works, he's genuinely sweet and thoughtful that it's so natural for him.
You might mistake it as a mere act of kindness however, and he's bummed out when he realizes. Turns to Robert for advice, and will absolutely try to discreetly keep your identity hidden while he explains his dilemma.
Only for Robert to clock him and say your name, "Just ask them out. You've known each other for a while. They've been here longer than I am. Trust me, it's better to take the risk than to lose the chance."
"You think I should?" Royd asks, distracting himself with a part of Robert's suit.
"You definitely should. You never know, they might like you back."
That comforts and inspires Royd, and he immediately thinks of an idea how to ask you out.
The next time he requests your "help" down his lab again, you arrive there shortly and see something you never expect to see.
A holographic image of you, along with the following words gleaming below. "You don't make me feel like a gearhead or a science nerd. You make me feel special, but not as special as you are."
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PHENOMAMAN
After his break-up with Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman believes he won't find another one like her.
One as charming, dedicated, admirable, and fiercely empowering. Someone who can keep up with his strength and match it just the same. And that thought causes him to lose motivation.
He's sure he won't find someone else. Maybe not on this planet. No one will compare to her.
But suddenly, you came into the picture. Simple, normal, and completely fragile looking compared to him. Just honestly speaking, he thinks you're physically weaker just because you're human and smaller than him. Though not in a bad way.
But he comes to find that not all strengths to be admired should only be from physical traits or impressive feats.
Sometimes, a human's strength is through their compassion and drive. Seeing you so passionate in guiding your team during dispatch has him reflecting on his preferences. He doesn't normally become attracted to individuals like you, but something about your dedication to your work inspires him.
He starts to become more curious.
Humans, in general, fascinate him. How they interact with each other. How they share their thoughts, emotions, victories, and losses. It took him a while to adjust to this world, and it was admittedly difficult.
But after meeting you, someone who's the entire opposite of him, he becomes open to expanding his perspective.
What do humans call it? A crush? Not physically crushing like how he does with his enemies, but the one they refer to as this fluttery thing in their stomach.
He gets that around you, has zero clue why, but he had never felt it before. Not even around Blazer. He greatly admires his past lover, but maybe that was the reason for their separation. There was a lack of the fluttery feeling in his stomach.
Just pure admiration as an equal and a partner.
So, he begins to hover around you. Trailing behind everywhere you go like a curious puppy. You didn't seem to mind his presence. In fact, you humor him every time and joke about him being your personal guard dog.
He doesn't think he is, but if you are in need of protection, then he won't hesitate to provide you some. He also gives you some of his edible arrangements as a token of his fascination, and he feels the fluttery feeling intensify when you smile at him.
You're the first person to let him feel anything else other than being a superhero.
Neglectful! Batfamily x merfolk! Reader x Dispatch
part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, and Divider credits.
Cw: probably inaccurate oyster biology. Idk might really piss an oyster lover off (I get real mad when people confuse seals for sea lions, so idk felt it was important) also probably inaccurate 24 year old
• You never felt fully safe in Gotham.
• Was it the crime? Sorta, but not exactly.
• Was it Batman and his robins? No, for years you'd admired them. Well, there was one thing that scared you.
• Then he showed up. Who? Signal.
• What scared you about Gotham was the metahuman hate. Why? You were technically a metahuman.
• You were an oyster. You had a shell, but you hid it and wandered around without it.
• Your hair shined like a pearl would, and so do your eyes.
• Since you were so often out of your shell you made a lot of pearls.
• You cried pearls it was quite a strange sight. If it had been a while since you cried you'd have pretty big pearls pop out.
• You got adopted into the Wayne household a long time ago and never really fit into place.
• You're older than Tim by a few years being 24 and all.
• You had actually found out who Bruce was at 16 which let you figure out the rest of the family.
• You stayed in the manor for a while. When you were 16 you said you'd leave Bruce and the rest the day you turned 18.
• You stayed though, why?
• No one cares also, Bruce is a billionaire, why leave when you can leech off him for a bit longer?
• Bruce and the rest of the family never acknowledged you, but that was okay!
• You had a walk-in closet big enough to hide your shell, you had a stash of pearls you could sell when needed, and you had a decent enough phone.
• What you were missing was a hero to look up to.
• A part of you wanted a hero without powers to look up to like you had done to Batman before you found out he was your father.
• So who did 16 year old you turn to? 24 year old mechaman.
• Two years pass and you're still admiring Mechaman, is it the daddy issues? Probably! Either way, you're still there.
• You wanted something other than Gotham, Justice leagues, and heroes near you.
• Your gaze shifted to California. SDN called for you. They had diversity, they didn't mind what Gotham labeled as metahumans, you fit in enough!
• Plus being a hero nerd in Gotham has some advantages! It helped you learn who'd be dispatched where!
• Why not be a hero yourself? You've been a sheltered billionaire's kid for a while now! Your shell? All in all pretty weak! It was strong enough, but still!
• So at 24 after saving up your own money, easy when you live with a billionaire who'll throw money at his problems to make them go away, and a few more pearls you move out and head to California.
• You did not buy the luxury apartment you wanted, why? You were living on your own money. And SDN probably wouldn't pay a new hire enough for that.
• Later that day you turn on the news while unpacking only to hear Mechaman was stepping down. The reporters were being dicks about it too! Okay, maybe you were heavily biased.
• finally it's Friday! Interview day. You head in to find a very wet white boy, and mechaman.
• You of course sit down and introduce yourself, not as a Wayne. You used your old last name. Better not to be tied to Gotham here.
• You chat with both wet boy, Waterboy as he introduced himself, and Mechaman.
• Mechaman helps waterboy with his tie getting extremely close to look at a flame hero walking by. You recognized him as a villain, but clearly he's turning around.
• Mechaman gets called away by Blonde Blazer.
• You stay with Waterboy encouraging him before you're called away for your interview.
• And you got to try out the job! You had show potential! Or they were just short staffed.
• You bumped into a very large man with long black hair. He introduced himself as Royd. He was nice and you both chatted until you both realized you should tell get to work.
• You sit down in the cubicle behind a man who introduces himself as Robert Robertson to his team.
• His voice was familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place it.
• You hear as Robert's team, Z-team, is yelled at by an older man, Chase, you're pretty sure.
• Chase walks over to you and explains to you your team, Y-team.
• You were understaffed. Your team of 8 was actually a team of 6. This wasn't ideal. In fact a lot of them were fast, defensive, and charismatic.
• As the day went by you had a call come up, and it'd be perfect for Sonar of Z-team!
• And Robert was in need of someone who matched your team, seeing as Golem was resting.
• You make the decision before you can think it through. You connect to Robert's call.
"Robert, this is Y-team dispatcher, (Name). Could you swap calls with me? Sonar would be best! And I have someone like Golem!" You say your voice echoing over the headsets of everyone in Z-team.
• This was... Weird. No one really said they needed any member of the Z-team. Certainly not Y-team.
• Robert stayed quiet for a second before responding.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and transfer the call. I'll send Sonar over." Robert said his voice tired, yet calm. "Thanks, I'll send Guy over." You said as you immediately transferred the calls.
• You decided if you ever needed help again, you'd ask him.
• You disconnect from the call and continue as usual with Y-team.
• You finally get to your break and head into the break room only to see Robert get punched in the face.
• You are shoved by Invisigal who grumbles a begrudging sorry to you, and likely you alone judging by how hard she punched Robert.
• Sonar asks for Robert's "Twinks" as you watched.
• You had enough money to not be stingy, besides he helped you earlier, so you buy him two twinkies.
• Later you're taken in Blonde Blazer's office and she talks to you and your day.
• You did good! After all you had nearly zero misses, you don't want to talk about the misses, and you were smart enough to ask Robert for help!
• As you leave you set up your desk noticing Waterboy and Robert talking the donut that was shoved into his keyboard.
• You wave at Robert as you chat with Waterboy for a bit.
• You head off before Waterboy and run into Robert right before Phenomaman flies off.
• You both chat before heading your own ways.
• Little did you and Robert know, you caused quite the stir with Z-team.
A/N: might be cringe, idk. I had fun writing this though! If people like it you'll have to wait a while for updates seeing as I only play dispatch on weekends (I'm trying to take the game slow) and I don't write on weekends. This was fun to write though! Batfamily barely mention, but reader just left, give it a minute.
please do anything with Royd. He’s so big and strong and handsome and sexy and I knowwwww he talks you through it I knowwwwww he’s just the absolute best at giving aftercare PLEASE RAINY I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO SO VERY MUCH!!! (We are very low on the royd fics and I know you’re one to bring light to his amazingness.)
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Big Lover//Royd Boyfriend Head Canons
👽: I’m honored! lol. I hope I did his character justiceee
🖇️: Royd x gn!reader
☑️: Proof Read
⚠️: NSFW/SEXUAL THEMES/Just a bunch of head canons on how Roy would be as a lover Tehehe/I need a hug from him/Need him to hold me, cradle me, bend me over and—ENJOYYYY :3
SFW
★ Every time Roy puts on those reading glasses to tinker with some circuit board or manual, you catch him peeking over the frames at you. “What?” he’ll say, grinning. “Jus’ making sure you still there.” Like you’d ever leave when he looks at you like that.
★ He doesn’t just call you “baby.” It’s “baby girl,(boy/honey)” “sunshine,” “my sweet thing,” sometimes all three in one sentence when he’s feeling particularly soft. And when he’s working? You hear him muttering to his tech, “C’mon now, don’t be like that—” in the same gentle tone he uses with you.
★ After you kept stealing his hoodie (the worn one that smells like coconut oil and motor grease), he bought five more. Different colors. Left them everywhere. “So you always got one,” he explains, scratching the back of his neck, “even when I’m wearing one too, yeah?”
★ You have ritualistic market visits. Roy insists on going every Saturday, your hand tucked in his much larger one, that tattoo on full display. He knows all the vendors by name. Buys you fresh flowers weekly. “Orchids today? Or you like da plumeria?” And he carries everything, won’t let you touch a single bag.
★ When he passes you in the kitchen, the hallway, anywhere really—his hand finds your head automatically. Sometimes it’s a kiss pressed to your crown, sometimes just his palm resting there for a heartbeat. Grounding himself. Reminding himself you’re real.
★ You’ll find him at 2 am, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, fixing some gadget with a focus that’s almost reverent. When you pad in sleepy eyed, he pulls you into his lap without looking away from his work. Keeps one arm locked around your waist. “Go back sleep if you like,” he murmurs. “I gotchu.”
★ This man’s camera roll is seventy percent you. Candid shots mostly, you reading, laughing, sleeping in his shirt. When caught, he’s unapologetic. “What? You pretty. I like lookin’ at pretty things.”
★ He’s so fun and whimsy with you. First time thunder rolled through, he built you a blanket fort without being asked. Fairy lights he’d been “meaning to install” suddenly appeared. He crawled in beside you, this giant man folding himself small, and distracted you from the hectic storm outside with banter and stories from his past.
★ You get a monthly allowance. And it’s fatttt. He insists even if you make your own money. And still insists on buying you things, having you save your money for you. He’ll pay for your nails. (If that’s what you like.) Take you out to expensive restaurants and eat with amazing views. If you wanna have a fun night and go clubbing he’s basically your personal body guard. He’s great at extravagant. It’s easy. But he’s also sentimental.
★ He’ll buy the book you mentioned once. The specific tea or coffee you like but can’t always find. A weighted blanket because he noticed you sleep better when he’s holding you. (It’s especially nice when he’s out working.)
★ When you talk, everything stops. Phone down. Tools down. Eyes fixed on you like you’re reciting scripture. And he remembers everything—your best friends promotion, that song you hummed Tuesday, the outfit you glanced at while out. All the small things really matter.
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NSFW
★ Those huge, rough hands that can manipulate the smallest wires, the most delicate circuits? They know exactly how much pressure, where to press, when to be gentle and when to grip hard enough to leave memory shaped shadows on your hips. “Tell me if too much, yeah?” Even when you both know you’ll never say stop.
★ His accent deffo gets thicker. Especially when he’s inside you, words spilling against your throat. “So good fo’ me—das it, das my baby—”
★ Roy doesn’t just compliment, he worships aloud. A running commentary of “Look how perfect you stay,” “You know how beautiful? Nah, you don’t even know,” “Gonna take care of you so good, baby, I promise—” until you’re dizzy with it.
★ Cockwarming. Elaboration? Sometimes after, he just… stays. Keeps you connected, pulls you onto his chest, idly plays with your hair. “Not lettin’ go yet.” Like the separation physically hurts. And when you clench around him—involuntary, aftershocks—his breath hitches, “Shoots, baby, tryin’ kill me?”
★ He’s strong as fuck. He knows this. And enjoys it. There’s something about being able to maneuver you exactly where he wants you that makes him almost feral.
★ Lifting you against walls or holding you suspended, one arm banded across your waist, back against his chest while he shoves his free hand down your pants, thick fingers fucking into you. “So light, baby, like nothing. Can do this all night, yeah? You like?”
★ He joins you in the shower “just to help.” Runs soap slick hands over every inch of you. Presses you against cool tile, water pourinh over both of you. “Gotta make sure you all nice and clean” You’re the cleanest person alive by the time he’s done.
★ One time, he took you down to the shore after dark. Blanket. Stars. His hands under your shirt while waves crashed nearby. “Nobody around but us, baby.” The ocean was loud enough to swallow your sounds. He took full advantage.
★ Roy leaves marks. Thoughtful about placement, where only he’ll see them, where they’ll peek out just enough to remind you. Sucks bruises into your inner thighs with the same focused patience he uses on his tech. “Jus’ one more, promise.” (It’s never just one more.)
★ Aftercare Isn’t Optional. The man who takes you apart so thoroughly is meticulous about putting you back together. Always. Warm cloth, cold water, gentle hands checking in.
★ “You good? Need anything? Tell me true now.” Wraps you in his arms like a shield after, nose buried in your hair, “Did so good fo’ me. Always so good.”
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Glad to know the fandom is big enough for x reader blogs! Im especially excited for your medical staff reader series! Being a hero/dispatcher is great but the inherent intimacy of treating someone at their lowest is even better. The tension? The worry? It's so good ( plus it's multiple characters too, love that ). Anyways, can you please do Royd, Golem and Robert ( separate ) with a GN! cook reader? Golem and Royd are so underrated, they deserve being well taken care of with snacks, drinks and home-cooked meals! Same with Robert, knowing how broke he is ( I would imagine they provide SDN with food to staff that may not have something to eat. Royd, Golem and Robert would just be the ones to get speical treatment tho lmao )
If you can't do this request, please ignore this. Regardless have a very lovely day!
Keep you fed
Royd, Golem, Robert x Chef! Reader
(separately)
Oh my gosh, thank you! I honestly wasn't expecting anyone to pay enough attention to see my series plans!! Anon, you get it! I'm not sure when it'll be out, as I'm still mapping out a majority of the plot, but I can tell you there might be multiple endings.. Not fully decided on that yet, but something to maybe look forward too❤️
-So sorry, Golem's is a little shorter than the others, I tried.
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Royd is a man that can Pack. It. Away. He's huge! How can he not? He eats large amounts on a daily basis and that's a fact. Usually it's just takeout, or sometimes he indulges himself with his mediocre cooking skills.
Enter: You!
Mediocre cooking and take out no more! Well, maybe takeout on weekends or busy days.
You insist on cooking him nice, home cooked meals, and who is he to refuse his partner? So he goes to work with large tupperware full of delicious, home made goodness. Some of his coworkers stare and drool at his food, and if asked nicely he might give someone some- it really depends on who it is.
He is so, so, so grateful that you cook for him. He comes home everyday and smothers you in his affection, hugging you and kissing your face as he tells you how delicious lunch was. And those snacks you packed for him? Ugh they were so good.
After you move in with him, a majority of his paycheck starts going to the grocery store, he wants you to always have ingredients when you need them, so go ahead and make him a list and he'll go down to the store for you. No questions asked, he'll go anytime you want. Need some oregano at 12am? He's got you babe, there's a 24/7 mart open just a few blocks down.
Whenever Roy and his coworkers go out for a meal, especially when it's celebrating something like a promotion, he insists on going to the restaurant you work at. It might not be the most upper class, fancy five star restaurant, but it's got you and that's enough for him. With how good his lunches smell, everyone usually agrees to go without complaint.
With how often he shows up to your work, with co-workers in tow, they basically keep you in business themselves. All his co-workers know your name, and some facts about you anyone surface level friendly would know. They sit around the table and chat while you cook in front of them hibachi style, and they include you in the conversation! It's a wonderful atmosphere that makes everyone in the restaurant relaxed and happy.
Go ahead and try to teach him how to cook, see how well that works out. He's a good listener, and very eager to learn, but it just doesn't work out. His huge frame is a bit much for the kitchen, as big as it is, and anytime he cooks something it just turns out mediocre. Nothing you do can help him, not that he minds. He loves spending time with you, especially when he's helping you do something you love!
If you wake him up with breakfast 5 days out of a week, he's proposing in the spot. Congratulations on your bear of a husband.
Robert Robertson the Third is a brokie and everyone knows it. They see how he only eats from the vending machine- using money given by Chase and never his own- it's a running job between Z-team members about how cheap he can go on things.
You have never truly seen struggle meals until you meet this guy, it's bad. He spends his SDN paycheck on: Dog food, and Cereal. The occasional Raman cup if he's feeling indulgent. It's absolutely horrible.
Then you come along, with your fancy ingredients (total normal ingredients, but he doesn't believe you when you say that), and cool on knife skills.
The first time you offer him food, he's obviously not going to refuse! But god did he not know what he was getting himself into. Now that he's tasted this amazing food of yours, how is he ever going to go back to eating cereal twice a day?! Even Beef is getting accustomed to fancy dog food with added ingredients instead of his regular plain kibble.
You've ruined them, they can never go back to how they were before you. All a part of your evil plan to get Robert on a better diet, he needs some serious meat on his bones.
Every time you come into the office to give Robert his food, someone makes a comment about how you're fattening him up. You give a laugh in reply, but don't say anything because you know damn well it's true. Someday he'll get that dad bod people claim he has and it'll be with your help, get that man some chub please.
When asked to pick a restaurant, he always picks yours. Not only are you there, but he also gets to use your employer discount on his orders, and we all know he loves a good discount!
He doesn't buy ingredients for you, but he will go shopping with you. Holding you from behind while you compare the cost of the same ingredient, (at least, that's what it looks like to him). The cart is full by the end of your trip, and you have to make Robert put back the seven cereal boxes he added. Sugar is fine, but that much? Really, Robert?
Don't put this guy in the kitchen. He won't burn it down, but the smoke detector will go off every single time he tries to cook. Even if it's something that doesn't involve the stove or oven. He'll just sit at the bar and watch you cook instead, looking at you with goo goo eyes while petting Beef- who's also watching you with puppy eyes to score some cuts of meat.
Now, this one is hard because Golem canonically eats garbage... But you can work with this!
He doesn't exactly need to eat, other than garbage and dirt, but that won't stop his from indulging on occasion to make you happy.
Seeing you smile when he eats whatever you cooked for him is the best sight ever, just look at that and tell him to stop eating your cooking. He can't bring himself to.
You only cook meals for him after long, exhausting days, and he appreciates that. He sometimes feels like he's wasting the food he eats because he doesn't exactly need it to survive, but after a long day he's really grateful you care about him. It feels like it replenishes his energy for the next day much quicker than if he were to just rest.
He'll find posters around the city that advertise food and save them for you, you cook a lot so they're something you should like, right? It's the thought that counts.
Every so often, if the Z-team did really well, he'll ask you to make something for the whole team. Just a little meal, or maybe a dessert, it's your choice. He offers you his paycheck for the month, but you always refuse, because it's for his team. They've struggled as is, and deserve a nice meal every now and then, right? Especially with how hard they work.
He really, really, enjoys watching you cook! The way you flow around the kitchen, knowing where everything is, and never doubt what you add to the food? God it's mesmerizing, and very relaxing to watch for him.
Dispatch boys reactions to a partner who just gets so...so wet. Like no lube needed, dripping levels wet. After like 5 minutes of foreplay.
Bonus: if they wear a condom they get to pull out and see the strings sticking to them and how creamy they make you.
Not to brag, but that's me. I win the wet ass boy-pussy contest, the WABP if you will.
Waterboy would say something stupid and then feel really stupid afterwards. He'd say something like "twins" then hide his face away from you.
Flambae would say something like "This is why I fucking love trans guys, no lube needed for you". He does have like a gallon jug of lube at the ready just in case you want to try other things sometime though.
Sonar would just devour your puss. He'd say something about trying to make you run dry, but when you tell him that doesn't actually happen for you he just say "I know <3". Then he goes in head first.
Robert would just groan (sexually) the second he feels how wet you are from some simple quick foreplay. He didn't know that it was even possible for someone to get that wet that fast, but it turns him on to no end.
Royd would just dive his head in and say something about his "favorite meal". He will actually pick you up and hold you on his shoulders so gravity can help him with getting his "favorite sauce". Dude's secretly a freak.
Note: it's my birthday today!🎉 So why not have some birthday head cannons with the boys!
Robert 🤖
🤖 He would wake up before you could even get a chance to open your eyes and walked into the Kitchen to make you a big ole stack of chocolate chip pancakes to start you birthday just right.
🤖 he tried to get Beef to wear a little party hat to surprise you but he was quite squirmy and kept whipping the hat off his head and tossing it onto the ground. Soon enough he gave up as he put the hat on and defeat and just digged in his junk drawer to find any candles. Sadly he can only find one but it was enough to make it special
🤖 when you finally woke up and saw the little breakfast display on the table, you couldn't help but smile as if you walked over and pressed the kiss against your cheek wishing you a happy birthday.
🤖 he basically did that Muppet on crack voice as he held beef while singing you a happy birthday song. God you hated that voice but at the same time loved it as you got little birthday kisses from Beef as well
🤖 If you work at SDN, he would try to do that romantic thing where the dog would give the present thinking it would be cute but ended up having to chase Beef down for it since he thought it was a game. Never have you ever seen that little fatty run so fast in your life. Soon enough, basically the whole office try to catch him as you were just laughing and filming the whole thing.
🤖 later that day, when the Sun finally came down and night bled out, he asked Chase to watch Beef as he basically took you up on the roof to SDN and basically had a mini picnic up there. I mean the whole thing was set up, the blanket on the ground, if you take out bags from your favorite restaurants, and to make it really fancy if you lit candles here and there with a bottle of your favorite drink. As you sat there enjoying your meal, you truly thought to yourself that this was a great birthday
Flambae🔥
🔥 at first, you thought he totally forgot. Like he didn't wish you a happy birthday, just went about his day all morning, just the usual that was until you finally reached your desk and you found a bouquet of bright reddish orange spider lilies on your desk with a note that said happy birthday, عشق من.
🔥he somehow managed to get enough money scraped up to buy you a promise ring with something written inside it in Dari. If you don't speak the language, he would begrudgingly teach you it and once you finally learn how to speak the Afghanistan language, you would find that the ring said 'my enternal flame'
🔥 basically takes you out shopping, mostly to get the stuff you wanted or to sprucing up your wardrobe and he would be your biggest critic whenever you're trying something on but in a good way. It's like he's has his own personal fashion show and he get to see that smile upon your face as you tried all the cloths at that said store so it's a win-win. He will however drag you into the dressing room whenever you wore something that he finds extremely sexy
🔥 this man skipped the closet and head straight for the club so of course he's going to take you out clubbing that night but just not any club, a rave of a club. I'm talking about crop tops, fishnets, glow sticks, basically anything that would make you guys stick out like a sore thumb anywhere else as the two of you would probably dance the Night away.
🔥 will convince you to try to experiment with different drinks and such and when the bartender isn't looking, he would suggest to do a dine and dash. Of course you thought it was a bad idea at first but the more you thought about it the more you couldn't help but think it would have been fun as the both of you counted down from 3 and then quickly ran out the bar as fast as you could. What you didn't know was that he actually paid ahead of time and just wanted you to have a birthday to remember by doing something that would probably make your heart race
🔥 at the end of the night, the two of you would crash onto the couch and put on some cheesy rom-con movie and criticize the hell out of it together, basically booing at cheesy lines, debating whether a scene was funny or not, and just being a bunch of bitches together about this movie which only made you appreciate all the time and effort he put into making this day special
Waterboy🌊
🌊if your working on your birthday and your a dispatcher at SDN, he would have left a small little cake his grandma helped him make with your favorite flavor and frosting on it with a very soggy birthday card and a soaked little teddy bear on your desk
🌊he would suggest going out to eat for lunch that day and would take you to a nearby diner as he basically paid for your food and a milkshake to split and the two of you would just recreate that one tacky yet cute scene of sharing the milkshake together with two straws. You guys took a picture of that and you saved it as your wallpaper on your phone.
🌊 it was actually the diner that he gave you a birthday present. It was small but you absolutely cherished it. It was a small enamel pin of a cute little animal with a spiked collar and little piercings on the ears giving it a heavy metal vibe as I was a little lightning streak on the back it's back. You couldn't help but immediately take it out of the box and put it on with pride and swore to him that you would never take it off. It is part of your SDN uniform/hero costume forever
🌊 when he asked what you were going to do for your birthday tonight, you told him that you didn't really have any plans so he started making some, suggesting a nice little picnic on the rooftop of your apartment and you are all down for that.
🌊 after the shift, the two of you made your way to the nearest convenience store and bought a bunch of snacks and a card game before the two of you started heading back to your apartment. You grabbed a bunch of blankets and pillows and brought them up to the rooftop. Soon enough the two of you made a blanket and pillow fort as the two of you look down upon the scenery of the city, snacking away and talking about life and the future
🌊 when you got to the card game, you basically kept a little bit of competition up and he somehow kept winning at war. Basically you playfully called him a cheat and he would playfully defend himself as he was just giggle like a little kid in a candy store. Soon enough the two of you set the card game aside and just cuddled up to one another for the rest of the night
Sonar🦇
🦇 this is probably the only day of the year where he would get up early for once just so he could run to voodoo donuts to get you that big old dick donut for shits and giggles before heading to a nearby grocery store to get some birthday candles for it and a bundle of roses. The moment you woke up, you would basically see him climbing back through the window after using his monster bat form holding a pink box under one arm and roses in the other.
🦇 if you ever go out for your birthday whether it is at a restaurant or a type of store you like, he would ask if there was any birthday discounts or if they do anything special on birthdays because this man is going to take advantage of the system. If there's a free t-shirt for you, is getting you a free t-shirt for your birthday
🦇 I feel like you would take a lot of pictures doing goofy poses with you. Like he has a whole entire album filled with them and at random times he would send it to you despite your birthday being over just so you can have a smile on your face whenever you look back on it.
🦇 he makes a joke about birthday spankings as he would always do those wiggly eyebrows at you which would always make you laugh as you just pushed his face away while your own face became as red as a tomato
🦇 birthday sex for the win baby! He's basically taking whipped cream and sprinkles to do some food play saying that he wants to take a bite of your birthday cake
🦇 for some strange reason I feel like he wouldn't sing you happy birthday, he will perform it on a kazoo that he kept around when he was a kid. Just the loud buzzing sound of the traditional birthday Melody kept ringing throughout the office for all to hear as the embarrassment creeped up within you but you wouldn't have it any other way, not when you have such a loving man as this creature celebrating the day of your birth
Punch up👊
👊 I feel like this dude would accidentally forget your birthday. I mean, it wasn't intentionally or any means to be him not giving a crap about you. No, he just honestly thought it was two more days than originally thought when the two of you started dating and he felt absolutely horrible for making such a grave error and he swore to himself that he would never ever forget a single birthday ever again and he kept his promise to that
👊 he basically gives you the queen/king treatment. I mean the first thing he does when he walks through those spinny doors with you is he would basically place you on his shoulders despite what height difference there is and would basically shout "make way for the birthday girl/boy! Birthday girl/boy coming through! Another year better because of this here birthday girl/boy still living and breathing! Tell them how special they are now!" Well, you're completely mortified as you try your best to basically shut him up but of course he's a squirmy little thing
👊 he would basically buy one of those cheesy balloons that when you punch, it would play some sort of music whether it's a traditional happy birthday or theme song from your favorite show or even just a cheesy romance song.
👊 he's not going to go out and buy you a cake, hell know. He is going to make you a cake. Death by chocolate kind of cake with a little bit of Irish cream in it just the way his mom used to make for him when he was a young lad. He's just happy that he was able to share some of his forgotten traditions with you due to him never really having a reason to bring up said memories due to his past. You cherish every last bite of that cake and every cake itself each year
👊 he takes you to a rage room for your birthday one time. He thought it would be fun if the both of you smash things together and he was right it was fun! You guys basically bust everything in sight, imagining all the people that pissed you off in the past, taking off all that pent-up anger and frustration and using it to basically destroy some glass vase or busted TV. Colm even ended up punching through a wall and ended up breaking that said wall to an even bigger room. The two of you thought you would get into trouble but instead they kind of thank you for it. They have been meaning to get a bigger rage room and so you ended up getting a coupon for a free one hour session in the rage room.
👊 he managed to sneak a little bit of the debris from the rage room, just a small little broken shard of pottery that miraculously was shaped into a heart as he basically digged around in his pockets for some type of string, wrapped it around The shard till all the sharp edges were covered and then presented you with a homemade necklace. You basically still wear it to this very day
Royd 🦾
🦾 even though he's more of a heavy machinery guy, he wanted to make something special for you for your birthday so with a lot of blueprints (and help from Robert and his "tiny" hands), he accomplished just that. He ended up making you a small mechanical bear that whenever you wind up the back it would start marching to the little rhythm of a sweet love song the two of you would always dance to
🦾 I would see him also being the type of guy to throw you a surprise party but is pretty bad at lying. He would always make up the most random excuses on to why the two of you shouldn't go back to your shared home while the party was being set up which would make you very suspicious
🦾Ryod: wait! we can't go home just yet, baby
You: why not?
Ryod: uhhhh.... We... forgot to feed the fish in the lab!
You: we don't have a fish...
Ryod: ... Oh yeah! Duh heh of course we don't! What I meant to say was we forgot to change the oil in the MechaMan suit.
You: we changed it three times today
Ryod: I forgot my wallet?
You: your wallet is in your pocket, I can see it sticking out!
Ryod: ....
You: ....
Ryod: *he quickly runs away back into the lab as you groaned and chased after him asking where the hell he was going*
🦾 dude is spoiling you with sweets they're at the day. Whether it was getting some snacks from the vending machine, make a trip to the nearby convenience store to grab some chocolates on his lunch break, or even getting a little cake from a bakery called ahead for later that night just to be surprised with a bigger cake in the surprise party. You either get a sugar high or you can barely look at sugar for a week afterwards.
🦾 what basically have his arms around you the whole time, like he wouldn't believe your side just the way a big old puppy dog wouldn't leave his owners. He's just surprised that a person is wonderful as you is alive and that there is a day of the year where he's celebrating just you and all your fantasticness amazingness wonderfulness and every ness that comes with it!
🦾 after the party was over and everyone either went home or got too drunk and crashed at your place for the night, he basically ends the night with the both of you cuddly nope to one another as he's humming happy birthday to you over and over again. The vibrations from his chest with each hum is soothing as well as the gentle back rubs he would give you before the two of you ended up falling asleep
