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“I think Milo is actually 6 foot and the rest is just really tall-“
NO.
Milo is SHORT. stop trying to push your tall people agenda on my man bro.
Cus guess what? It’s okay to be short as a man. A big part of him is the fact that he was bullied because he is somewhat smaller than the rest. By saying he’s not YOURE TAKING AWAY THE WHOLE POINT.
You can headcannon literally ANY of the characters as 6 foot and above but Milo is just not it for you if that’s such a dealbreaker for you.
Let this man be short in peace bro. ✌️
like yall he is 5’8 and thats okay
exactly where i wanna be
pairings & cw: k. bakugou x high-maintenance reader, f!reader, prohero timeskip, reader is a liiiitle ditsy, language, established relationship, diva alert
synopsis: so what you're a little bitchy, and maybe you don't think very hard, and maybee you need him to do everything for you...oh yeah you're a princess. its his fault though, and he loves it over here
wc: 3.6k
"baby."
you yelled from the bathroom counter, legs crisscross applesauce as you touched up your mascara, your silk robe sliding off one shoulder.
no response.
"babyyy." you drawled out, a bit louder this time, still fully focused on your own reflection.
you tore your gaze away from the mirror looking to your left at the doorway, nothing. the audacity. your cheeks puffed out as you sighed and got ready to yell again.
"KATSU—"
"what the hell woman?!" his voice raised as he whips around the doorframe, brows furrowed.
you instantly smile upon seeing him, turning back towards the mirror and finishing up your makeup. "baby i think the lighting in here is ugly. we need the warm lights, these are giving hospital. and you know how i feel about white light."
he pinches the bridge of his nose and observes you through the mirror. "you called me in here, no, screamed for me to come in here about the fuckin' lights?"
you stopped applying your powder to look at him inquisitively, your brow raised as if the answer was obvious.
"uh duh. it's making me look ugly, i almost took all of my makeup off and went back to bed."
he leaned against the doorframe fascinated. not just because there was a beautiful hot mess of a woman sitting on his counter, but also by the shit that comes out of your mouth before nine in the morning.
god—he wouldn't have it any other way.
"yes princess i'll fix it for ya tomorrow." he walked behind you and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, looking down at the watch on his wrist. "you have fifteen minutes. pick it up."
you turned toward him with wide eyes, holding your arms out so he could put you back down on the ground. "but i need my coffee first!"
katsuki chuckled as he placed you on your feet, walking away without another word before coming back with a delicious looking iced coffee in his hand.
"i was midway through making the damn thing when you started screaming."
you took it and scanned it, your eyes flicking between him and the cup.
"did you put sugar in it?"
"yeah."
"enough?"
"jesus christ."
you tap your foot looking up at him. "that wasn't an answer."
he squints at you, annoyed in the way only he can be when he's secretly entertained. "yes, brat. enough."
you consider him carefully, like a queen deciding whether or not a knight is worth sparing.
then: "okay."
you happily sip the coffee as you walk past him into your “shared” (because 90% of it was your clothes, shoes, and bags) walk-in closet rummaging through clothes with one hand and drink in the other. your mouth literally never leaving the straw. he watches from the bed, the tiny domestic performance of it was so stupidly dear to him that he'd rather die than say it out loud.
thats the thing.
everyone else thinks he's patient with you. as if he's suffering nobly. as if loving you is some kind of endurance sport.
they don't get it.
they don't understand that katsuki likes this. loves it, actually.
loves the sound of your voice when it gets whiny and put-upon. loves the way you drift around his space like it was built for you. loves that you complain to him with absolute confidence that he’ll either fix it, replace it, or tell you to quit bitching and then fix it anyway.
he likes that you only act this way because you know, down to your bones, that he can hold it.
that he won't embarrass you for wanting.
that he won't make you feel stupid for liking pretty things, expensive things, soft things. that he won't call you too much when he is, in fact, the one who made you this way.
oh he spoiled you rotten. toothache rotten. that part is entirely his fault.
you used to reach for the cheaper option out of habit, used to say no too quickly, used to look at price tags before you looked at whether you even liked something.
not anymore.
now, if you pause in front of a shop window even a second too long, katsuki notices.
if you say, "its cute, but—" he's already opening the door.
if you mention it, in passing, that you've run low on the serum you like, it appears in the bathroom the next day in doubles.
he got mean about it, weirdly. not mean mean, but katsuki mean.
the first time he found out you'd been rationing the stupidly expensive perfume he bought you for your birthday because you "didn't want to use it up too fast," he stared at you so hard you nearly laughed.
then he took the bottle from your hand, put it back on the vanity, opened something on his phone right in front of you, and bought three more.
you blinked at him from your spot on the bed. "thats excessive."
he hadn't even looked up. "no its fuckin' not."
"i don't need four bottles of perfume."
"then use it more."
"katsuki."
he'd finally lifted his eyes, sharp and flat and impossible to argue with. "i bought it because i like it on you, stop acting like you're gonna get in trouble for enjoying your own shit."
and of course, because he was an insufferable asshole incapable of letting a moment sit without making it a little hostile, he added, "you're spoiled. try acting like it."
so yes—this is his fault.
every silk pillowcase, every hair appointment, every shopping bag, and "baby, can you carry this?" and "katsuki, i don't like the towels here," and also "can we leave, i hate the vibe."
his fault. not that he'd change a fucking thing.
you placed your coffee on the little island in your closet, holding up two pairs of heels and turning toward him.
"versace or dior today?" puffing up one of your cheeks as you wiggled the two options in your hands. an extremely hard decision actually.
he rolled his eyes before getting up from the bed and making his way toward you, shaking his head as he walked.
"remember the last time you wore the versace? you lasted twenty minutes and i had to carry you. the dior is more casual, good for the breakfast, which i'll remind you we need to be at soon."
you nodded in agreement as you put the other heels back, slipping off your robe and stepping into the short white dress that you had picked out all by yourself. you looked up at him as you slid into your heels.
"you're so smart baby, what would i do without you?"
he shot an amused look before kissing your forehead and walking out, "you still have those clips in your hair by the way."
he especially loves it when you text him a million updates on your day while he's working.
you: my nail appointment ran long and now im starveddddd you: the place downstairs put pickles on my sandwich. they know i hate pickles. this feels targeted. you: can you come home with those like little fruit tarts from that bakery i like? you: omg not the big ones btw. the little ones. the big ones are ugly.
he likes reading them in the backseat of a car on the way to interviews, sporting a fresh bruise on his jaw, feeling the way his whole face goes weirdly soft before having to physically control it so no one notices.
suki: eat something real first suki: i'll handle the sandwich place suki: yeah
he loves that you call him immediately after and say, "why did you sound so mean in your texts? are you being sassy with me?"
"you text like a menace. im at work."
"you can still be sweeter."
"you're alive and fed and wearin' shit i bought ya. thats sweetness."
your cute little sigh through the phone warms his heart so much. "barely."
"you're annoyin'."
"you adore me."
a pause. a little hush. like the whole world knows better than to interrupt.
then he says, every single time, with no hesitation at all, "yeah."
he doesn't think you're a brat when you complain, he just thinks you're honest. saying the things that everyone else swallows. some call it no filter, no social cues, or even blunt.
katsuki likes the directness of it. likes that with you, there's no passive-aggressive little games, no pretending nothing's wrong until it curdles into resentment.
if you're upset, he knows.
if you want something, he knows.
if someone's pissed you off, oh he definitely fucking knows. just like tonight.
all it took was once glance at you the second he walked into the restaurant, spotting you already seated at the table with his friends. you're gorgeous, obviously. you're always gorgeous. tonight its in a slinky little dress that probably cost more than most people's rent, hair glossy, jewelry delicate, makeup perfect. oh but your expression is flat in a way that tells him you're two minor inconveniences away from homicide.
kirishima sees him first. "bro!"
"hey," kaminari says, grinning. "your girl's been bullying the waiter."
"i have not," you say, before katsuki even reaches the table. "i corrected him. there's a difference."
"you made him bring back three wine glasses," mina says, a little too delighted.
"because they were spotty," you reply. "am i supposed to drink expensive wine out of a fogged-up glass like i've lost all self respect?"
katsuki pulls out your chair a little and leans down to kiss the side of your head before he sits. "you eat yet?"
your whole face changes when you look at him, not necessarily softer. you never became some watered down version of yourself around him. more like the tension in you finds the exact place its allowed to land.
"no." you say. "i was waiting."
his hand settles over the back of your neck for a second, thumb brushing the skin there. "good."
across the table, sero makes a face. "that was weirdly hot."
"shut the hell up," katsuki barks, but his attention is already back on you. "what happened?"
you exhale dramatically. "everything."
"specifics, baby."
"the hostess tried to seat us by the kitchen. the menus were sticky. the waiter kept calling me sweetheart."
his eyes sharpened at that. "which waiter?"
you touch his wrist. "don't start."
"which one?"
"katsuki."
he looks at you, and you give him that look right back—the one that says you are perfectly capable of handling yourself and also maybe a tiny bit pleased that he's instantly ready to commit a felony on your behalf.
mina is trying not to laugh. "see, this is what i'm saying. you enable her."
katsuki reachers for the water glass in front of you, checks it like it personally offended him, then flags down another server without even raising his voice.
"this one's dirty," he says. "bring her a clean glass. and another menu."
the server blinks. "of course."
he turns back to the table. silence stretching thick.
kaminari weakly says, "you don't even look embarrassed."
katsuki frowns at him. "why the hell would i be embarrassed?"
"because—" kami vaguely gestures at you. "because she's being...y'know."
you raise your brows this time. "go on."
"specific." kirishima finished diplomatically, doing his very best to avoid conflict.
katsuki leans back in his chair, one arm draped behind yours. "and?"
"and thats hard to deal with," sero says.
"for you."
and there it was. that right there. you had to hide your smile in your hand.
he never asks you to be less.
never gives you that look, the one that says don't make this a thing, don't be difficult don't be too much right now. he meets you where you are. he'll adjust accordingly, and he'll make room.
because to him, loving you is not some great act of patience. it's not a burden he shoulders because there's a shiny award at the end.
you are the reward.
every specific little preference, every dramatic sigh, eye rolls when something is beneath your standards. every exacting opinion and offended pout and "be serious" look you send him when the world is not arranged to your liking.
its all you. and he loves all of you.
dinner goes better after that.
he doesn't even bother letting you order, or even asking what you want because he already knows. he switches your fork when it has a water spot you don't like. he pushes his drink toward you when yours is running low. when your heel suddenly catches against the chair leg and you mutter, irritated, he drops a hand to your ankle and rubs once, absent and grounding like your discomfort belongs to him too.
nobody else seems to know what to do with the way you are.
but he does.
later, in the car, you sit with one leg folded under you, your heels kicked off the moment you had entered. also something katsuki predicted would happen when you asked for outfit advice. the city outside the windows blurs in gold and white. katsuki drives one-handed, the other resting heavy on your knee.
you stare at him for a while.
he notices, obviously.
"you're doing that thing."
"what thing?"
"staring at me like you're about to either say somethin' emotional or start a fight."
"mmm maybe both."
he huffs a laugh.
streetlight spills over the hard line of his jaw, catches in the pale ash blonde of his hair. older now, broader, more settled into himself. confidence without the performance strain of it. he doest need to prove himself anymore. especially not to you.
"do i embarrass you?"
he looks over, eyes wide like you just said the most ridiculous thing in the world, which is also insane to say as ridiculous things fly out of your mouth every day. "the hell are you talkin' about?"
you look out the window.
the thing is—you know what people think of you. that you're spoiled, dramatic, materialistic, kinda mean.
and okay, maybe you are spoiled. because katsuki saw what made your life easier and prettier and softer, and instead of calling you too much for wanting it, he made it so you never even had to ask. he booked the hard to get reservations, the spontaneous flights, replaced those cheap sheets with the ones you liked. he memorized your orders, your dress size, which jewelry you liked for all day wear.
he built an entire life around your comfort like it was the most natural thing in the world. so yes, maybe now, years later, you complain a little more. maybe your standards are impossible for anyone who isn't him.
you're only like this, though, because he made the world feel safe enough to be particular in.
you didn't have to shrink with him.
you got bigger. brighter. needier in the way flowers are needy for sun.
your throat tightens a little.
"i know i'm annoying," you mutter.
his entire body language changes. "who said that?"
"no one."
"bullshit."
you sigh. "i just know."
katsuki stops at the red light and turns fully to look at you, like really look at you.
"listen to me," he says, low and flat and dripping with certainty. "you're not annoyin'."
you give him a look. your look.
"i complain all the time."
"so?"
"im kinda mean."
"you're picky."
"you can't say i'm not difficult."
he shrugs one shoulder and the light turns green, but he doesn't move for half a second because this apparently matter more than the honking car behind him.
"you are difficult," he says finally.
your chest sinks.
"—and i like that."
you blink. he drives forward, expression set, like he didn't just casually rearrange your entire internal organ system.
"you know how many people in this world are boring as fuck?" he goes on. "how many people expect you to make yourself smaller so they can feel comfortable bein' mediocre around you?"
your eyes sting a little, annoyingly so.
katsuki continues, voice rough and sure. "you got opinions, you got taste, you know what you want. you don't sit there smilin' through dumb shit just so other people can feel better about givin' you less than you deserve."
you swallow hard.
"and yeah," he says, glancing over, "you're a pain in the ass sometimes."
you laugh wetly, because of course he'd say it like that.
"but you're my pain in the ass." his thumb strokes once over your knee. "exactly where i want you."
tears slip freely now before you can stop them.
katsuki notices immediately and groans. "ah, hell, stop it woman."
"i hate you," you whisper.
"no, you don't."
"you made me cry in the car. my mascara is probably runny. and my nose is gonna be snotty."
he digs a tissue out of the console with one hand, passes it you you without looking. "you'll survive."
you dab under your eyes carefully. "i look pretty when i cry don't i?"
he snorts. "there she is."
you're mostly recovered by the time you both make it home. mostly.
enough to resume normal routine, which means standing in the entryway while Katsuki kneels to unbuckle the straps of your heels because you've declared your feet "too emotionally exhausted" to do it yourself.
he glances up at you from where he's crouched, beautiful ruby eyes meeting your own. "emotionally exhausted."
"yes."
"from sitting at dinner and being hot?"
"from enduring the public, baby."
he hums like this is a valid medical explanation.
there are men out there who would feel emasculated by this, maybe. by kneeling for a woman who complains about dirty wine glasses and insists on fresh flowers in the apartment every week and refuses to carry anything heavier than her own phone.
but he looks like a king from where he is. looks like worship doesn't diminish him whatsoever, looks like devotion—when done right—is power.
"what?" he asks.
"i love you."
his expression shifts—small, but devastating. a little surprise, even now. not because he doubts it. just simply because it still gets him, every time.
"yeah?" he says softly.
you hum in response.
you smooth a hand over the front of his shirt. "even though you're kinda bossy."
he quirks a brow. "kinda?"
"and mean."
"to everyone else."
"and occasionally to me."
"you like it."
you sigh dramatically. "unfortunately."
the corner of his mouth lifts. he slides both hands under your thighs and picks you up like you weigh nothing. you let out a small squeal and tighten your arms around him, indignant on instinct.
"your feet are emotionally exhausted," he says, deadpan, already carrying you down the hall. "wouldn't want you sufferin'."
you narrow your eyes. "you're making fun of me."
"a little."
"you're so rude to the woman you love."
he pushes the bedroom door with his shoulder. "and yet.."
and yet.
thats the whole thing, really.
and yet he knows the exact serum you're running low on without checking. and yet he moved your charger to your side of the bed because you always forget it in the living room. and yet he can identify the difference between your annoyed sigh and your actually upset one from another room. and yet he takes the pins out of your hair one by one when you're too tired.
and yet he still looks at you like none of this is charity. like loving you isn't labor. like you are not too much.
like you are, some fuckin' how, exactly enough to fill every empty place inside his fiery self.
he sets you on the bed and starts unfastening his watch, but not before unzipping the back of your dress because he knew you'd ask him to.
"you really mean it?" you say, because the feeling you have right now is too big to leave alone.
he glances over.
"when you say that," you add. "that im where you want me?"
katsuki stills.
then he steps back between your knees where you sit on the edge of the mattress, braces his big hands on either side of you, and lowers just enough that you can't look anywhere but him.
"there's nowhere else i want you," he says.
and you hate how much it affects you.
your fingers curl in the front of his shirt. "even when i'm being awful?"
his mouth twitches. "especially then."
and you both just sit there for a minute, eyes flickering between each others, back and forth.
then he kisses you. not a nasty sloppy kiss like he needs you desperately. the kind of kiss that says he knows, he understands, and he chose this. the kind of kiss that says every spoiled little thing about you fits into his scarred hands like it was made for them.
you melt into it, because of course you do.
you know he's the love of your life. your love in every life.
and you both get ready for bed in your normal routines. he hands you every serum and product you need without you having to ask. but don't be mistaken, because whether you realize it or not, you do all of these things for him too.
you do it as you put his watch back in the case since he always leaves it lying around. you do it as you mindlessly pull out the pants he likes to wear to bed every night. you do it as you grab a water from the mini fridge since he chugs one down every night before bed. you do it as you hang up his hero suit for tomorrow, already having cleaned it earlier.
you do it because you love him so damn much.
and you love the way he loves you.
and katsuki is exactly where he wants to be.
with you in his bed, in his shirt, asking for ridiculous velvet hangers after nearly crying over how loved you are.
his beautiful, impossible girl.
his favorite pain in the ass.
his princess.
i’ve been getting inspired by these like bitchy reader fics i’ve been seeing so had to do one myself (a lil different) this was the cutest thing i’ve ever written omg also reader is soooooo valid id be the exact same way if i was rich, unemployed, and obviously dating katsuki bakugou. love her.
shout out geordi he said “i can fix them” and he fucking DID that shit
how i look getting nervous to search a new character name knowing damn well i’ll be reading the filthiest smut about them in less than 24 hours
How it genuinely feels to still be reading fan fictions from fandoms I’ve been in since I was 12
I love your freaky Sam posts they are so good please make more
hi you're getting rough dom sam because my next post will be needy sub sam and i don't make the rules (i do) (but i randomly replied to one and here we are)
NSFW!!!
Your Sexy Southern Vampire Boyfriend Wants to Dom You <3
ba spoilers !!
ngl this audio rekindled my love for sam
“yeah, lean back yeah,”
“yea, let me have that neck”
THE GROWLS
sweetheart definitely posts those videos “when my cat randomly decided it’s my time” and it’s just aggro jumping there ass in slow motion
I need an exorcism to get Robert Robertson III out of my head guys
the people asked for more
I bet there’s an English teacher out there somewhere who reads their kids’ papers and thinks, “that one. That one’s a fanfic author.”
first of all your fics always eat 🧡 secondly puh-leeeeaaaase give us Robert talkin' us through it. eatin out, straight up fucking, either way I love me a man who runs his mouth. have a nice day!
જ⁀➴ . . . Robert talking you through it ᝰ.ᐟ 18+
The bedroom is an utter mess, work clothes scattered across the floor, your bra hanging off of the bedpost, the sheets all rumpled and the pillows askew. Robert hasn’t let you breathe since he walked through the door, the week was finally over and now he can fuck you without interruption, in peace.
“How do you want it baby, hmm?” his voice comes out low and rough from overuse, all wrecked and desperate as he teases the head of his cock through your slick folds— “y’gonna let me fuck you nice and slow, yeah?” he grins, watching your body writhe against the mattress.
He’s already made you come twice, once around his fingers and again all over his tongue— muttering all sorts of filthy things into your skin because god Robert Robertson has a mouth on him when he’s all pent up and wanting to break you apart slowly.
“mmhm— yes please, Robbie, wanna feel you so deep,” you whine desperately, hips bucking, but his free hand stills you, keeping you down by your hips.
“Easy, I’ll give it to you, promise.” He soothes, nudging the tip of his cock up against your sensitive clit just to hear you cry his name whilst you try to squeeze your thighs together, he tuts in disapproval at the sight, “Hey, come on, none of that, keep your legs spread f’me sweetheart.”
Your fingers curl into the fabric of the bedsheets as you breathe out a weak apology, then without warning, he’s guiding just the thickness of his tip into your cunt before slowly pushing the rest of his thick length inside you until his hips become flush with your own.
“Mmfm— shit, Robbie, hah-” you whimper, eyes fluttering a little from the dizzying stretch of him that causes your skin to go all warm and prickly, head thrown back into the pillows.
“Oh, Fuuuck— there you go, ah, so fuckin’ tight.” he huffs out all raggedly, giving your hip a rough squeeze before smoothing his palm over your waist to rest over your lower stomach where he’s buried deep inside you, pressing down just a little to make you jolt under him.
“Did you think about this whilst I was gone, hmm? lying here, in the dark, touching yourself, pretending it was my cock, thinking about how good I fuck you, yeah?”
“yeah, yes— always, just please move Robert, god please-”
And when he does finally move it’s painfully slow, just as he promised, dragging his dick all the way out only to sink right back into your wet heat— letting you feel every thick inch of him, every little twitch as his tip nudges your cervix.
“Hey, mmfm, keep those pretty eyes on me—” He grunts, dropping his forehead to yours as his hands hook under the back of your knees, pushing them up towards your chest to spread you out a little more, practically folding you in half— “Yeah, there we go, good fucking girl, ahh, you’re so perfect… takin’ me so deep.”
Robert watches the way your kiss-bitten-lips part around a moan and how your lashes flutter as you take him deeper, the change of positions causes something hot to curl at the base of your spine— your pussy clamps around him like a godamn vice, not willing to let go as he fucks you into the mattress, deep and slow, each languid thrust of his hips making your breath catch in your chest.
“uh-uh-uh, Robbie-Ro- oh fuuck-”
“I know, I know,” He coos all smugly, nudging his nose against your flushed cheek and humming lowly in response to your fingers slipping in his damp hair, giving a slight tug at his brown locks when his dick hits that special spot over and over and over again until you’re blabbing nonsense, practically drooling into the pillows.
“Gonna come already, huh?— y’like being all stuffed up, hmm? Like being fucked dumb?” he asks all gruffly, nipping at your jaw as he moves a little faster, harder, then his hand dips between you both to rub your clit, coaxing you with a smooth: “c’mon sweetheart, give it to me… let me feel it,” and suddenly your gushing around his cock with helpless little moans and gasps, back arching from the bed, and he’s quick to follow after, unable to stop himself from spilling inside you in thick spurts as your pussy squeezes around his length, milking every last drop from him.
“oh— oh fuck— s’it baby, fuckin’ take it all… keep squeezing me.” He groans into your neck, fucking you through your orgasm until your body goes all pliant— a filthy mixture of cum dribbling out of your cunt and onto the sheets as he pulls out with a hiss, leaving you empty and whiny.
“Mm, Robert-” his name falls from your lips in a weak whimper whilst he peppers your neck and collarbones with opened mouthed kisses— skimming his nose along your neck as your hands fall to his shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m here— right here, with you.” he trails off, kissing over your chest as his hands slide up to gently cup your boobs with a squeeze. “you did so good for me, gonna clean you up… okay?” and he’s already kissing down your stomach.
જ⁀➴ Dispatch Masterlist જ⁀➴ General Masterlist
AN: erm… Merry Christmas? lol. Hope you all have an amazing Thursday regardless of whether you celebrate or not and a very happy new years! <3 muah!!
The Yearning Slope: (Robert Robertson x Reader) SMUT AHEAD
Summary: Just kidding! :3
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: ROUND TWO!!! Please be safe during sex, but they are going RAW this time I DO NOT CARE
CW: fingering, doggystyle, teasing, squirting, overstimulation, demands, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, very light choking, praise, porn now plot later.
Chapter 10: Damn Dude
“Ah!”
Your hand is thrown to grasp the arm of the couch behind your head while your free hand grips the cushion. You gasp as your back lifts off the furniture.
Fingers plow into your pussy, enveloping and soaking the digits in your juices. The other hand holds the curve of your ass, making your leg lift and fold at the knee and keep it there.
Robert’s forehead touches yours as he stares down at your dazed face. The leg he doesn’t have a grasp on spreads outward more to give him space between your legs.
You had forgotten that he promised to fix your door and give you sex, so it shouldn't have been a surprise when he suddenly scooped you up the moment you came through the door. He must’ve needed it. You damn sure did.
Now, he’s on top of you, fingering you lazily while looking into your eyes, hoping to catch them roll back when you finally cum on his fingers. One of your hands holds his scarred chest, feeling him hit your G-spot repeatedly. Each brush forces the most filthy noises out of your mouth. His hand lifts from your leg just to be pressed against your lips. Then they push past them, pressing down on your tongue. This is when his fingers plow faster into your cunt. You hiccup as you lose breath, and grip his chest tighter. You can see the effort on his face as he quickens his fingers, curling up. Your broken moans are muffled by him, but it doesn’t stop you from expressing your euphoria.
‘You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers into your ear. You whine as he finally slows down, letting you catch your breath and groan out an exhale. He pulls out his fingers from your mouth and replaces them with his lips, going tongue first and moving his lips against you slowly and lustfully.
You can feel his awaiting erection through his pants on your thigh, and you wanted so badly to at least–
His hand that was in your mouth trails down to your stomach and presses down before he suddenly increases his pace again. This finally sends you over the edge, your face warping as your jaw slacks and your eyes go back. Robert observes you in wonder.
“Yeah, baby. Cum on my fingers.” He mutters, your canal responding sweetly to his words and fingers.
You whimper, holding his ministrating arm as he continues to finger you. You thought he would stop, but if anything you felt him go faster. His hand on your stomach spreads you open when your legs threaten to close. You start to squirm violently, and when you grasp his hand tighter he pries it away. “Move your hands,” he says firmly. Something about the demand sends a heavy push toward a second orgasm. Or at least you thought.
You yelp, but it was cut short by a sudden gush emitting from your clit, and you thrust your hips only for them to be put down by Robert.
It wasn’t until he finished up and pulled back his fingers with a wet pop that you noticed the mess scattered on the cushions on the couch. He sits up over you, studying your body as you shake and slowly writhe. You look up at him, catching your breath with an open mouth.
You sit up weakly and look down at the couch with a soft gasp.
“Shit, did I piss?” You say, now very embarrassed.
He laughs and shakes his head. Squirt isn’t pee, beautiful.” He waves his hand. “We can clean that later.”
He placed his hands back into your mouth, having you suck the juices off. You bite the tip of his middle finger gently, smiling as you pull your mouth back. Your legs slowly move as they turn you around onto your stomach. You perk your ass up a little for him to grab your hips.
He undoes his pants and frees his already hard cock, giving it a few pumps with his hand. You wait for him eagerly as he speaks from behind.
“I’ve been waiting to see your pretty ass work.” He says with a light smack to your left cheek. You give a soft mewl. His tip pokes at your puckering hole and he slides in slowly. You breathe deeply and moan, feeling him enter you inch by agonizing inch. He growls as his hands land on either side of your body when he bottoms out. You sigh, feeling his hips against your butt. You adjust a lot quicker than last time and you give him the okay to start.
He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, slowly rocking you back and forth. “Do you feel how hard you make me? Sometimes, all I think about is how much I want to fill you up.”
You grip the arm of the couch, eyes fluttering close. Then, you feel his hands in your hair, holding it firmly, but not enough to hurt. You squeal, biting your lip. You practically suck him in with your pussy, making him huff and go faster. You feel a strike on your ass again, and his hands are planted on the armchair on either side of you.
He takes hold of your neck and tilts his head, making you look at him. You wanted to test him, to know what he could do in such a vulnerable state. You smile through the bliss, unable to help yourself. You had to tease. Not harmful at all.
“Is that all you g–”
You weren’t even halfway through when Robert grabs your arms, holding them behind your back and pulling you up onto your knees against him. He covers your mouth and the sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder. You cry out under his palm, eyes wide. He tugs your head back to lay on his shoulder, huffing as he speaks harshly in your ear.
“You’re really gonna try to speak to me like that when I’m the one fucking the shit out of your pretty pussy? Hm?” He asks.
Good point. He suddenly stops.
“Since you think it’s all I have, let’s see if you can do better.”
You thought it was a joke at first. You turn your head to face him with a disoriented expression, and he responds with a harsh slap to your ass. It was a lot harder than his previous ones, and this one made you moan loudly.
“I’m waiting, beautiful.”
At this point, you were thoroughly enjoying it until he stopped, so your body’s instinct was to immediately throw your ass back to continue the same pace. You whine, looking up at him. He sends slow kisses to your neck, ignoring your looks.
“You'd better beg if you want me to continue.” He says in between kisses. You whimper and almost sob on the spot.
“Please– shit –please, I’m sorry. You fuck me so perfectly, it was a joke!” You go faster. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Once you were noticeably getting a bit tired, he gets a grasp of your chin and directs you to gaze at him. He continues, this time practically pounding you deeper and more frenzied.
Your clit was more than swollen, and that only drives you up the wall even faster. He pushes you lightly to bend over, pressing your head gently into the couch. He purrs in your ear.
“I love you so much, but you’re heavily underestimating me right now,” he starts, panting. “I can do a multitude of things to you, I hope you know that. Have you been handled like that before?” He circles his hand around and fondles one of your tits, leaning forward and biting your shoulder. You jerk and cry.
“No!”
“Yeah, I thought so. Say ‘thank you.’”
“Thank you..” You squeak out. He smacks your ass once more.
“I know you can be louder than that, gorgeous.”
“Thank you!” You huff, your body taking a screenshot and choking out a moan when his tip punches at your G-spot.
He chuckled breathlessly, going faster and making sure to hit the same place. “Looks like I found that sweet spot again. Do you like it, baby? Can you feel my cock ruining you?”
His words just get filthier, and it only serves to stupefy you. You try to say yes, but every time it was cut by him taking a jab at your peachy-feeling spot. Soon, you couldn't even muster a word. He mutters quietly, taking his hand from your tit and putting it back in your hair. “I can’t hear you.” He says, slowing down.
“Pl–”
“Kidding! I can hear you perfectly fine.” He smiles before picking up the pace. If you thought last time you were loud, this time was almost like a concert. You reach back, but he smacks your hand away. “Stop that and take it.”
You felt yourself shiver before your orgasm stabbed through you, causing you to scream in pure pleasure. Your walls clench, which nears Robert to his own orgasm.
“That’s right, third time's a charm.” He refers to your spasms. He gets a few more thrusts in before he was decorating your insides white, spreading thick ropes as his moans get higher and more fragmented.
You both take a hot minute to lie in your positions, you ass up and his hips against you still. Your breaths mingle in the hot air as his hands rub up and down the sides of your back in a light massage.
After a while, he takes himself out and adjusts his cock in his boxers. You turn around and lie back holding your arm out. He helps you up into a seated position, soulfully kissing you. You lean yourself more into him as he puts his hands on your waist.
He brushes a thumb on your cheek as he pulls back. “You’re so beautiful.” He mutters, giving you small bits of kisses. You smile weakly.
“You were right, I probably wouldn’t have liked you if I met you earlier.”
He cackles against your skin. You return it. “I’m serious, you’re literally insane. How dare you interrupt me when I try to say something?” You question in mock offense.
“Listen, you assumed that was all I had. I had to show you I was being softer than I let on.”
“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” You snort.
. . .
You both stand under the rushing water of the shower, kissing lazily. Your hand scratches lightly on his back. “You know, you're lucky we weren’t in missionary. All these scars you have would’ve been open.” You speak against his lips.
He hums and pulls back. “That wouldn’t have been so bad. At least it would’ve been coming out of love.” You both share another quick peck before continuing to bathe yourselves. You thought for a hot minute before opening your mouth.
“Hey…will it be crazy of me to ask to live with you?”
Robert stops, turning toward you and immediately shaking his head. “Not to me. Why? Do you want to?”
You nod. “Honestly, yes. I think I want to. I mean, it could help to save me and you money. Not to mention that I don’t have to be in a house that holds bad memories.” You shrug. Robert approaches you and holds your face.
“Of course you can stay with me. In fact, I think I'd rather that than be separated from you.”
Your smile through your puffed cheeks and he gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your eye. “I love you so, so much. You’re the most beautiful girl ever, and I would love nothing more than to take care of you until you get tired of me. And even then, I'll still be there.”
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Chapter 11
yea girl go ahead n write more smut cuz omgg 😩😩
I hate it when I accidentally exit out of Tumblr when I'm reading something. 90% of the time it's lost forever, and I end up mourning a fucking fanfic.
not to be horny or anything but where the robert x reader x invisigal fics at…🤭
TRICK!! the big bad wolf. ☾
★ now playing ; big bad wolf!komano manato x afab!little red riding hood!reader
★ genre ; nsfw! (mdni) — follows the typical little red riding hood storyline, kinda inspired by into the woods bc its one of my favorite renditions of the story LOLOL, theres a twist at the end!!, cnc, roleplay, size kink, size difference, grinding, fingering, clit play, pet names, overstimulation, degradation, praise kink, knotting, mean and evil manato :(, biting, doggy style, rough sex, animalistic sex, dirty talk, creampie, mention of blood, also kinda inspired by cedar wood’s family from ever after high LMFAOOO, probably ooc manato… i havent done the mission yet…
★ lyric count ; 3068
★ composer's note (1) ; BOO! SURPRISE THERES ANOTHER ONE!! did i trick ya hehe this is a bit darker so read this after your treat! or maybe get your treat after… IDK YOU CHOOSE!!!
★ composer's note (2) ; inspired by this beautiful art on twt!!
★ listen on ao3 or back to playlist!
dividers by cafekitsune!
Into the woods to your boyfriend’s house and home before dark.