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okay is it just me or does anybody else lowkey wish there was more Platonic x readers for Gravity Falls where the reader is Dipper and Mabel's triplet sibling (so it would be the Mystery Triplets instead of the Mystery Twins)
I just love their bond and wish I had them as siblings sometimes :p
Punchup-verine? Wolverpunchup?
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Robert Robertson x fem!reader 𓂃 explicit sexual content, first time, gentle dom!robert, fingering, oral (m giving), penetration, praise, body worship, dirty talk, aftercare.
The movie ended, but neither of you moved. Not when the credits rolled. Not when the screen went dark. Robert just kept looking at you — soft, slow, warm.
“You keep staring,” you whispered.
“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “Can’t help it.”
Your breath caught.
He reached up and brushed a curl away from your cheek, fingers lingering a second longer than they needed to. When you didn’t pull back, his hand slid behind your neck and pulled you into a kiss.
Not a shy one. Not a testing one. A hungry, careful kiss — like he’d been waiting too long.
His mouth was warm, steady against yours, but the second you sighed into it, he let out a quiet groan in the back of his throat and deepened it. His tongue brushed yours, slow and teasing, and your whole body melted.
You tugged him closer desperately, fingers curling in his shirt, and he pulled back just enough to speak against your lips.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” you breathed. “I want you.”
His eyes darkened instantly.
“First time?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing your lower lip.
You nodded.
Robert exhaled through his nose — slow, controlled, almost like he was praying for patience.
“Lie back,” he murmured.
You did.
He crawled over you, caging your body with his, and kissed you again — deeper, slower, with deliberate pressure that made your stomach twist. His hands slid under your shirt, palms tracing your waist, your ribs, every inch like he was learning a map.
“Can I take this off?” he asked.
“Please.”
He stripped you out of it gently, eyes dragging over your chest, your stomach, the curve of your hips.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
His mouth followed the path of his hands — kissing your chest, sucking softly at your collarbone, moving lower.
When he reached the waistband of your bottoms, he paused.
“Okay?” he asked again.
“Yes,” you breathed.
He pulled them off slowly, revealing you inch by inch, his breath warming your thighs. Then he settled between your legs, spreading them gently with his hands.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, voice dropping low. “You’re already wet.”
Your face burned, but he kissed the inside of your thigh reassuringly.
“That’s good,” he whispered. “Means you want this.”
His fingers slid through your folds, slow and testing. The moment he brushed your clit — barely — your hips jerked.
He smiled softly. “Sensitive. I’ll go slow.”
He circled your clit with his thumb, light pressure at first, then firmer, watching your reactions like they were instructions. Your breaths turned shaky, thighs trembling, and he hummed approvingly.
“Feels good?” he asked.
You nodded quickly. “Yes—yes.”
That made him groan quietly.
“One finger,” he said. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
He slid a finger into you — slowly, carefully — letting you stretch around him. The initial pressure made you gasp, but the sting eased quickly.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered, voice breaking a little. “Fuck.”
He worked you open gently, finger curling just right, his thumb stroking your clit in soft circles. Your back arched, breath catching.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let yourself feel it.”
He added a second finger, stretching you wider. You moaned, hips grinding into his hand without thinking.
“There you go,” he praised. “Good girl.”
Hearing him say it made heat rush through your entire body.
You were already close — embarrassingly fast — but he slowed his movements instantly when he felt you tighten.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Want to taste you first.”
Before you could respond, his mouth replaced his hand.
His tongue slid over your clit, warm and slow, and you cried out, fingers grabbing his hair. He groaned against you, the vibration shooting up your spine.
He ate you like he wanted to take his time — long, slow licks, soft suction, fingers curling inside you with perfect rhythm until you were shaking underneath him.
“Robert— I’m gonna—”
“Come,” he murmured against your skin. “Come for me.”
His mouth sealed over your clit and pleasure snapped through you, sharp and warm. You came hard, shaking, thighs squeezing around his head, and he held you through it, licking you softly until you whimpered from overstimulation.
He kissed your inner thigh as he came back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded, still breathless. “Yeah…”
“Good.” He kissed you gently. “Cause I’m not done.”
He slid his pants off, and when his cock pressed against your thigh, your breath caught — he was thick, bigger than you expected.
“Don’t look so scared,” he teased softly, kissing your cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
He lined himself up, but didn’t push in yet — his forehead pressed against yours, breath warm and careful.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured. “Just breathe.”
He eased into you — one inch, then another. Your jaw dropped, a mix of pressure, stretch, heat all at once. He groaned, deep and shaky.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he panted. “Relax for me, baby. You’re okay.”
You forced yourself to breathe, and he slid deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you.
The fullness made your toes curl.
You gasped, clutching his shoulders. “Robert—”
“I know,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I know. Just let your body get used to it.”
He stayed still until your breathing steadied, then pulled out slightly and pushed back in — slow, deep strokes that made your stomach twist and tighten.
The pressure shifted into pleasure, warm and building.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re taking me so well.”
You moaned, legs wrapping around him.
“More,” you begged. “Please— Robert, more.”
He groaned — a sound so raw you felt it in your chest — and began moving a little faster, hips rolling in steady, deep thrusts. His hand held your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he kissed you.
The mix of tenderness and intensity made your eyes sting.
“You feel so good,” he breathed into your mouth. “So fucking good.”
Your walls tightened suddenly, pleasure surging fast.
“Robert— I’m close—”
He grabbed your hand, interlaced your fingers, and pressed his forehead to yours.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
You held his gaze as the pleasure broke — hard, overwhelming, pulling a cry from your throat. Robert groaned, thrusting deeper, and with a low, muffled curse, he came, burying his face in your neck.
His hips trembled against yours, his breath shuddering.
After a few moments, he kissed your shoulder, your cheek, then your lips.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded, still breathless. “Yeah… better than okay.”
He smiled — a soft, proud, relieved smile — and pulled you into his chest, wrapping your legs over his.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “We go again whenever you want.”
And he held you long after your heartbeat steadied.
this is my new favorite thing omg thank you for posting this <3 <3
I really need to get back on my dispatch bullshit. Rest assured i will be back in the future just not rn. Finals are kicking my ass
Robert Robertson is so funny to me bc my guy was literally made in a lab for us at this point.
He’s sarcastic and he’s pathetic . He has a heart of gold, he’s a jackass, He’s scarred up, he’s angsty, his ear is missing a piece. He has a slutty waist. He gets hurt a lot, His only family is a dog. Everyone wants him carnally. He’s seasonally depressed.
He has freckles.
I’m pretty sure the devs had a checklist that read “how to get the tumblr queers” and by god it worked.
Could not agree more.
the image of Robert pulling aside Punch Up to tell him about Toxic is so funny to me because the way Punch Up squared up to that guy was way too arranged for it to be a coincidence
Dick seeking missile
oh robert this-..waterboy that..- WHAT ABOUT SONAR?..MY BABY?? MY MANN?? HALF MAN HALF BAT ALL FREAK!??
THATS MY LUCKY CHARM
Sean you absolutely ate this role up
husband! robert witnesses one of your meltdowns for the first time
He froze for a second. “Uh… what happened?”
It had been one of those days. The kind where everything felt wrong for no reason.
You looked up, tears spilling again. “I don’t even know!” you said between sniffles. “I just— I dropped my coffee this morning, then my boss yelled at me, and then my favorite pen broke, and then I came home and stubbed my toe—” You took a shaky breath. “And now everything just sucks!”
Robert blinked. “The pen too?”
You glared through your tears. “Yes, the pen too!”
He tried not to smile, but it was no use. “Alright, okay. Come here.”
He sat beside you and gently cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your wet cheeks. “Hey, look at me.”
You shook your head. “No, I look gross.”
He tilted his head. “You look like someone who’s had a long day. Still cute, though.”
You sniffled again, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say that while I’m crying.”
“I’ll say it whenever I want,” he said, still holding your face like it was something fragile. He wiped another tear with his thumb, soft and slow. “You don’t have to hold it in, alright? Just cry if you need to. I’ve got you.”
You let out a small laugh between hiccups. “You sound like a therapist.”
He grinned. “Free therapy. Comes with the marriage license.”
You finally smiled a little, and Robert’s expression softened more. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “There we go,” he said quietly. “That’s better.”
You sighed, relaxing a bit in his hold. “Sorry for being like this.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have to say sorry for feeling things. You’re human. I’m just here to keep you from drowning in your own tears.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“Yeah, but it got you to laugh again,” he said, smirking.
You rolled your eyes, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “You’re annoying.”
“Yeah,” he said easily. “But you love me.”
You mumbled, “Unfortunately.”
He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you some water before you turn into a raisin.”
You laughed again, smacking his arm lightly. He just smiled, watching you with that calm look he always had — the one that made even the worst days feel a little lighter.
he's my husband fr fr
Dispatch - Episode 4
rlly just in general I’m imagining younger Robert doing all these things, both good and bad, to get his dad’s attention. Like impressive science projects, having a ton of extracurriculars, good grades, etc. or the reverse where he skips school, gets into trouble and sometimes even fights but none of it works.
At least, it doesn’t on Robbie. But it does on Chase.
Like I need a fic so bad where Chase is there for everything. Robert’s first talent show, him playing ensemble in a middle school play, a sucky attempt at joining band, a baseball game, etc.
And while Robert appreciates Chase’s attempts they both know it’s not enough and not what he really needs.
Or alternatively, one where Chase is driving Robert home after getting a detention or suspension and they have to have a really difficult conversation about Robbie’s parenting.
so i'm still trying to finish Dispatch ;-; i watched Jacksepticeye's playthrough of episodes 7 and 8 but then i wanna watch Charlie's playthrough of the finale and then finish the game myself before actually sitting down to write a little Robert x Reader series. But with finals coming up unfortunately my writing will have to be on the back burner, but i will very much be consuming all the Dispatch content i want so i'll probably be reblogging shit and stuff but not making much original posts except maybe headcanons
My favourite Robert and his floor time moments
HMs:
Feed my children, FEEEDDDD!!!!
husband!robert robertson headcanons (+ robert's insecurities and self-esteem)
husband!robert robertson who, after two years of marriage still can't believe that he managed to get you to marry him. he really doesn't understand why would you choose a mess like him to spend the rest of your life.
husband!robert robertson who can be very insecure but not really vocal about it. you can see and feel that his thoughts are eating him alive and you have to sit him down to talk to you and vent, always making sure that he feels safe talking to you.
husband!robert robertson who's so touch starved that clings to you like a koala when you touch him but never initiates physical contact.
husband!robert robertson who talks about his marvelous and drop dead gorgeous wife at work. no one believes him until he shows the picture of you two on your wedding day that he keeps in his wallet.
husband!robert robertson who comes home exhausted but know that you usually come later than him so he makes sure to prepare a nice dinner for you two and then a hot bath together.
husband!robert robertson headcanons (+ robert's insecurities and self-esteem)
husband!robert robertson who, after two years of marriage still can't believe that he managed to get you to marry him. he really doesn't understand why would you choose a mess like him to spend the rest of your life.
husband!robert robertson who can be very insecure but not really vocal about it. you can see and feel that his thoughts are eating him alive and you have to sit him down to talk to you and vent, always making sure that he feels safe talking to you.
husband!robert robertson who's so touch starved that clings to you like a koala when you touch him but never initiates physical contact.
husband!robert robertson who talks about his marvelous and drop dead gorgeous wife at work. no one believes him until he shows the picture of you two on your wedding day that he keeps in his wallet.
husband!robert robertson who comes home exhausted but know that you usually come later than him so he makes sure to prepare a nice dinner for you two and then a hot bath together.
yessssss this is everything omg omg
One of very few who didnt romance
Anyone else friend zone Invisigal & Blondeblazer to keep Robert single bcuz they cant bear to see their current hyperfixation with another pixelated character?
Not me being petty.
(No hate on Visi or Blazer)
Brooo i should've done this omg lmao
