pairing Robert R. x fem!reader

sum. a domestic morning moment of making pancakes turns into being bent over the kitchen counter with his fingers buried in your pussy

content explicit nsfw, teasing, manhandling, fingering, swearing

note he's been on my mind non stop

It was Friday morning. No plans, no obligations, just you and Robert in your shared apartment.

You were busy making pancakes for yourself, and Robert whilst also sizzling a side of bacon for Beef (can't forget our good boy Beef)

⤷ ゛ SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ In which Robert is sick of playing eye tag with you, and decided that SDN’s annual Banquet is the perfect time to make that clear...only, you seem to make it your goal to make him as worked up as possible. :: AFAB!reader x Robert R.

CONTENTS - everyone seems to keep you away from Robert grrr, oral sex m!rec & f!rec a little, 2 creampies (wrap it up), ridiculous tension, exhibitionism and dumbification if you squint, z-team cameo, light choking, marking, p in v, porn with plot, nervous Robert blink and you miss it, spanking, fingering f!rec, deepthroating, slight breath play, Robert is obsessed with your eyes/eye contact, idek this shit just raunchy...

GENRE & WC - smut, 7.4k (oops..)

authors note: not fully edited lawddd, but enjoy

Robert Robertson runs hot. He usually sleeps in boxers, fan on, his body sprawled across the bed. When you first start spending the night, he tries to do the boyfriend thing and hold you, even though his arms fall asleep in the first twenty minutes and he ends up a sweaty mess.

He's not comfortable enough to suggest other arrangements until a few months in, when your things have crowded beside his on the nightstand, in the bathroom, by the door. Evidence that you plan to stay.

Only then does he tell you you’re a blanket hog, and you tell him he’s a space heater, and decide that as long as some body part is touching it still counts as romantic.

Which is how you end up sleeping soundly with Robert’s arm thrown around your waist from a distance, his back brushing yours, your heads angled so your hair spills over onto his pillowcase, or your butts pressed together while you curl up facing opposite directions. Sometimes you half-wake to find him sliding his foot over to your side of the bed in his sleep, mumbling anxiously before relaxing when he brushes against your leg.

< more Robert here (smut) and here (fluff) >

⋆˚࿔ ㅤ― " i need a doctor, oooh!" dispatch x gn! reader, all fluffy/sfw, yes this is inspired by those old animatics if you wanna know the title inspo! || robert, blonde blazer, invisigal, sonar, royd, flambae, malevola, prism, waterboy, punch up, coupe, x gn! reader

robert didn't know what it was about you, but you know, bandages and all- he was just another stupid idiot in love. your first encounter? was... um.. very awkward, as awkward as those cheesy highschool romances.

you were carrying a large stack of medical supplies to a point where your arms were a little unsteady with your grasp barely holding onto the eighth first aid kit while trying to transfer it all towards your clinic that was right next to the cubicles.

"you uh... need any help?" he was refilling coffee when he peered around the corner to see where the small grunts were coming from because it was not someone he recognized... at least by name. because he knew who you were; just never got what he needed to call out to you.

"uh... huh? n-no! it's okay, thank you." you politely decline, not wanting to bother any of the other of his colleagues or heroes with work as simple as carrying bandages and aid kits back and forth.

"here wait, lemme get that for you." you hadn't noticed a few rolls of bondage fell to the floor, but when it got to your attention it was on the floor, so was everything else―

"wait, no ne- oh fuck!" you exclaimed under your breath, picking up everything you could, but he already had a whole bunch sitting on his arm without effort, lifting it up slowly as he collect the cones on the floor, accidentally brushing his hand against yours,

...

"i.. err.. sorry for... for―" "it's nothing, you're the only nurse around aren't you? might as well help when i can." woah, he sounded so confident. total opposite of what he was thinking. honestly the type to accidentally bump into the wall beside the door of your office and plays it off as a joke. spoiler: it wasn't, he was just staring at you. proper name place name backstory stuff ahh

thought about Robert being the clingiest man in the mornings. hes so used to not sleeping comfortably (he literally has a mattress on the floor and a plastic chair he sometimes sleeps in) that the moment he starts sleeping at your place its basically impossible to get him up.

he loves waking up and just cuddling with you for thirty minutes minimum, pulling you close in your comfortable plush bed and just taking in your scented. he does not let you leave before those thirty minutes are up.

obviously beef gets to be a part of the cuddles, probably squeezed in between you both.

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?”

A Tired Man

Robert Robertson x F!reader

Content: 18+, MDNI, fluff, coffee shop au at the beginning, crushes, you and Robert both being awkward fucks, overworked and underfucked Robert, eventual smut, breast sucking, oral (f), Robert comes untouched (i like this tag), slight perv Robert, scar kissing, Beef shenanigans, Z team shenanigans, just random oneshotty scenes toward the end i wanted to add, happy ending (marriage)

Word count: 5k (lets gooo)

Robert was a tired man when you met him. Starting off as his personal barista. He's the first one in your little cafe every morning. You always greet him with a smile and friendly hello. Poor thing, he looks as if he gets 2 hours of sleep a night. “Name for the order, sir?”

“Robert.” 

He's become a regular, and he seems awake enough for friendly banter. Your crush on him was harmless. Or so it seemed to you. You noticed him becoming more cheery as the days went on. He would talk about his work and make sarcastic, snarky comments about his coworkers that made you laugh.

Wolf (Part One)

Summary: After spending most of your formative years fighting for your life in an illegal underground fighting ring, you don’t know how to react when the Z Team appears

Words: 2,679

Warning(s): Fighting/violence, mentions of blood, sedatives used against the reader

Note(s): I hoped that this kind of vibe is what you were looking for @defronix! Part two here!

You didn’t learn control in a classroom. You learned it with bruised ribs and cracked teeth, with handlers barking orders from behind chain-link barriers, with medics who taped you up between rounds and never asked your age because questions slow things down and blood dries fast under bright lights. You learned to smile through pain because fear excites the crowd and panic makes them bet against you.