જ⁀➴ synopsis: messy makeouts are the cure to your boyfriends jaded soul.
જ⁀➴ contents: established relationship, suggestive, the suit stays on, slight nipple play, clothed sex, kinda sweet, my smut is rusty, sorta short, I need him oml, 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

robert's babe of a wife

pairing : robert robertson iii x fem!reader

summary : the z-team meets robert's pregnant wife for the first time.

word count : 0.6k words

notes : i'm still in love with robert. can you tell i have baby fever and am probably ovulating? this is also not connected to the 'what a beautifully fucked up first day' fic i wrote.

⤷ ゛fuck buddy! robert robertson ˎˊ˗

fuck buddy! robert robertson who loves talking while fucking. He’ll whisper filthy things in your ear while keeping one hand gripping your waist or thigh, making you whimper, gasp, and obey his every command.

fuck buddy! robert robertson even though it’s casual, he dominates. He likes to make you stay still sometimes, holding your hands above your head, thrusting deep while telling you exactly how good you feel.

fuck buddy! robert robertson who doesn’t care if things get a little messy. Spit, sweat, slick—he loves it all. He’s the type to lean down and kiss you hard in the middle of a rough session, biting and licking your lips as he fucks you.

fuck buddy! robert robertson who sometimes makes you count with him while he thrusts, teasing you as he speeds up. “One, two, three… hold it… don’t come yet,” he growls, knowing how to push you to the edge.

fuck buddy! robert robertson even outside the bedroom, he can’t help himself. A sly touch under the table at dinner, a brush against your thigh, or a low murmur in your ear will make you squirm, reminding you that he owns these moments even when it’s casual.

fuck buddy! robert robertson after he fucks you, he doesn’t get soft right away. He’ll praise you in a rough way, still holding your hips, “You feel so good, you little slut. All mine,” before letting you collapse into him.

fuck buddy! robert robertson you both enjoy the thrill without labels. He’s possessive in the moment, demanding and rough, but outside the bedroom, he keeps it playful and teasing.

fuck buddy! robert robertson who likes to make you beg before the main event. Maybe a hand on your thigh while you’re watching a movie, whispering how wet you already are, making you squirm before he finally takes you.

fuck buddy! robert robertson sometimes he’s rough and leaves you a little breathless and sore, but occasionally he’ll stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, and smirk, “Not bad for a fuck buddy, huh?”

Anonymous asked:

ExVillian!Reader joining z team and being a really nice and quiet person, rest of them recognise them but can’t put a finger on it, they all find out they used to be the head of a powerful group of people and was super serious, brooding, and scary. Guess they turned a new leaf?

they knew you from somewhere but couldn't think for the life of then where they knew you, yes you were shy and kind when you joined the SDN. Sweet, seemingly innocent you whom Sonar and Punch up claim could do no real harm, not even to a fly.

'they'd give up their food if a fly landed on it.' Sonar joked once and while the rest of the team believed this to be true, there was this gut feeling that they've each encountered you once before in the past, and something also told them that it didn't end well...

Kinktober day 31

Flambae + Temperature play 

My bestie came up with this prompt, this is for you bro. Reader is like iceman in this, cuz why not. Enjoy nerds. 

Ngl, just happy with kinktober being over... I’m just really tired gang. I have weekly psychologist meetings now, so I feel worn out. Enjoy the thirst. Love yall. 

Warm, Long As You Around | NSFW

Ship: Robert Robertson x Gender Neutral Reader Word Count: 753 Disclaimers: smut, vaginal sex, cockwarming, hair pulling, praise kink, submissive Robert. This is more fluff than smut. Gratuitous use of the word baby

You and Robert take a break in the middle of sex to just enjoy each other's company. When he doesn't believe he's pretty, you have to try to prove him wrong.

THE SUPERCUT OF US

SUMMARY: it's been three years since you've seen robert. your break up wasn't going to go down in history as being the most amicable but was else could you expect after spending all those years together? but despite the souring end of your relationship, and all the years that have passed, there's something still there. lurking under the surface of all the hesitancy and skepticism. is the spark worth tending to? or will you both burn?

PAIRING: robert robertson x hero! afab!reader, slight robert robertson x invisigal

CONTENT: childhood friends to lovers, to exes to..lovers? multipart series, reader has a hero name (Lume, Luminara), reader has a background and some trauma to be uncovered, loss of a parent, slight description of an unnamed illness, reader does not have a relationship with their mother, slow burn, slight canon/timeline divergence eventual smut, mild angst (for now), robert can be a bit of a dick, no use of Y/N, pronouns used: they/them, little to no description of body type, and no description of complexion

WORD COUNT: 10K.

a/n: welcome to the series! super excited to have this out and see how you all enjoy it. this is my first gn/afab reader so if there's anything I missed in here please point it out to me! along with any missed tags as well! I hope you enjoy and lmk what we're thinking so far! all banner creds are in the tags, and more detailed credits at the end of the work!

An infinite amount of thoughts run rampant in your mind at any given moment. It wards sleep away from you half the nights of the week, it distracts you from your daily routine, and slowly takes more and more away from you every passing day. You fear that you may never be able to find a way to silence them. But the one that always manages to push itself through the crowd to make itself known is: whether or not your father would be proud of you. 

You were on the edge of eighteen when your father passed. The man you knew, larger than life and full of energy, was taken away from you far before he died. In the end, he was bedridden, thin, and paled, but he still managed to find the energy to show how much he loved you every time you came to visit him. Your logical mind tries to undo all the damage that’s been inflicted upon you by saying, Of course, he would be proud of you. That your hiatus from hero work doesn’t erase all the good you’ve done - the work, the blood, sweat, and the tears you put in this life; that despite it all, you’re still a hero. Logically, you know that he would be. But you still can’t find it in yourself to believe it. 

Predatory Instincts

Prompt: It’s always the harvard graduates one should worry about

Pairing(s): Victor (Sonar) x vampire!reader

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex (f!receiving), cheating, biting, jerking off, aphrodisiacs, idk what else to put, u two are nasty fucks

A/N: Also had this shit in my fucking drafts for a min, enjoy. also half tempted to write for when they do actually fuck

You sigh as you step into SDN headquarters, the overhead lights stabbing straight through your skull. Your glasses sit crooked on your pale face, and the swing of your hips isn’t confidence—it’s exhaustion. Hunger gnaws at you, sharp and impatient, sinking its teeth into your mood until it’s hanging by a thread.

Perfect. Exactly what you needed today.

More homicidal urges.

Your eyes skim the room, landing on clusters of heroes and dispatchers chatting like they haven’t been through hell six times this week. You don’t slow down. No one here is worth a conversation, not when your fangs are practically tingling with irritation.

Then you spot Robert.

Talking to Blazer.

Fantastic. Two for one.