I don't know how long I can stay connected. It's been almost 2 months that they've cut us off from everywhere. AGAIN. Am I gonna get in trouble for this? Possibly. I don't give a shit.
Do NOT stop talking about the people of Iran. Dozens of thousands of our people died for our freedom. Children and elderly people, teenagers, newly adults, humans who had hopes and dreams and a single wish that was to help their families live in a country where they wouldn't have to walk in fear in the streets or curse the very ground they walk on.
Please, please, if you call yourself an activist, if you so believe that you're pro-human rights, do not dismiss my people. This has to end. For the lives that were lost, more than anything else.
Going to the barber shop to get a haircut right now and all I can think about is the fact that I could just stay at home and not do anything if Suguru Geto was my boyfriend because he can cut my hair for me. This man raised two kids all by himself, he's been through all their phases and idk about you guys but I imagine he was the one to give them all their haircuts through all those various phases.
And he wouldn't hesitate with using that fuckass machine on my head like all the barbers that live in my goddamn city.
Going to the barber shop to get a haircut right now and all I can think about is the fact that I could just stay at home and not do anything if Suguru Geto was my boyfriend because he can cut my hair for me. This man raised two kids all by himself, he's been through all their phases and idk about you guys but I imagine he was the one to give them all their haircuts through all those various phases.
And he wouldn't hesitate with using that fuckass machine on my head like all the barbers that live in my goddamn city.
Thinking about a t4t relationship with an older bf who cages you between his thighs and makes you suck his dick, not caring that you're literally going out of breath with how tightly he's holding you against his crotch, the wet sound of your tongue against his heat making him forget all about your comfort...
He knows you even better than you know yourself, though. If you really were uncomfortable, you'd always tap his thighs and he'd let you go, watching as you pant and wheeze with his sweet slick coating your chin, your pupils blown wide from your near death (/not serious) experience and the way your own arousal twitches in your pants, begging for the slightest bit of attention.
But you don't. You don't even try to stop him, and he couldn't be more proud of his boy for being so content with just eating him out. It's really just more of a turn on for him to watch you try to hump the bed like a pathetic mutt in heat while still pleasuring him, your hands not once going towards your own needs.
He'll return the favor. He will! He has to reward you for how much of a good boy you are. He promises he will... But only after he's done edging himself with your mouth.
It's so funny, just a while ago I woke up everyday and joked about how "they're totally gonna bomb us tomorrow. It has GOT to be tomorrow." and then it didn't happen until it finally did on a random Saturday.
Now, these days, I am once again going to sleep every night joking to myself that "yeah, they're totally gonna bomb us tomorrow. Tomorrow is THE day" and can only hope if it were to actually happen, it would end with our children's lives not having been lost in vain this time.
could i perchance request robert x passively self-destructive reader, like robert immediately clocks some of the shit they do because he used to/still does some of it to, maybe reader does the same, and then they both have to stop being passively self–destructive because the other won't stop annoying them about it
if not that's perfectly fine too though, gn or ftm reader please
❁ 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 .
tw: ftm! Reader is unhinged and hinted to be su!c¡dal, he's also a little mean, he has powers but his position in SDN is not specified. Both Reader and Robert put themselves through subtle acts of self harm, it's more extreme on Reader's side. Unsettling sexual comments and mentions of masturbation, but otherwise there is no actual smut or explicit thing going on. Smoking. Slight mention of blood.
Note: OKAY SO, this is the second time I'm writing the notes and stuff because Tumblr decided to be an ass and didn't save the whole thing in my drafts. But anyway!! I really liked this request and y'all can probably tell I indulged myself a little. I think it makes it more relatable for others if I use the things I struggle with myself in my writing instead of just making things up :) this was really nice to write and I hope u enjoy, sweets.
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The gym room was supposed to be empty at this hour. That's what Blonde Blazer told you when you asked her to make sure. So why is it that as you deliver another painful punch to the poor sand bag hanging from the ceiling, a light trace of blood becoming apparent from under the bandages that were tightly wrapped around your knuckles, you hear footsteps behind you?
You groan, choosing to ignore it. You were familiar with the sound of those shoes. That asshole didn't wear anything else, it was hard to miss the way the soles of his boots echoed in a quiet space. Or maybe you're just obsessed, as invisibitch says. Ugh.
"Your hands are bleeding." Robert's voice holds no emotion, at least none that you can pinpoint. He puts a hand on your shoulder, as if he could calm down your ragged, sharp breathing with just a simple touch. "If you want to go full force, you have to wear gloves. Bandages won't be enough... As I'm sure you can see."
You don't say anything. Not because you're ashamed or shy about him seeing you like this: in sport shorts, and only wearing your binder.
...speaking of that, "Are you... wearing a binder while working out?"
You push his hand away, walking to where your bag sat to take out a small water bottle, drinking from it as you sit down. "You're a hypocrite."
"Excuse me?" He replies.
"You're a hypocrite. That's what you are. I'm not the only one with bloody knuckles who hasn't been in a fist fight in weeks." You argh an eyebrow, tilting your head in mock curiousity. "Or are those bandages just for the office job aesthetic?"
Robert takes a look at his own hands, covered and wrapped with yellowed bandages that hid his scarred knuckles, chuckling dryly. "Okay smartass, sure. What about the binder? You wanna suffocate? I promise you there are much better ways–"
"I could also take your dick down my throat until I choke and die." You light a cigarette you've taken out of its pack, putting it in between your lips.
The silence that follows after those words is louder than any screams of agony and anger you could give the world when you smash your fists against that punching bag.
"Okay, first of all, you need help. Second, do you want your lungs to cripple up and bust? I mean seriously, this is ridiculous." He waves a accusatory hand towards you, all of you. The cigarette, the binder, the sweat covering your exposed skin... You weren't exactly going easy on yourself during your little training either.
"Want one?" You smirk up at him, holding up the pack for him to take one out.
"No, I-"
"You don't smoke? I have various footages that would beg to differ."
"I was gonna say I'm not gonna prove you right. Not right now at least."
"Wow, sooo stubborn. No wonders you've gotten so far in life, mecha-man."
You stretch, letting out a sharp gasp as the edges of your binder dig into your flesh again. It wasn't really any different, but every time you did anything that caused your breathing to shallow, that shit would claw at you like it's a fucking cage.
"Are you done with shit talking?"
Rolling your eyes at those words, you try to fix your binder so that it hurts a little less. "Are you gonna go on one of those inspirational speeches?"
"Yup, that's exactly what I'm gonna do." And then he sits down besides you on the floor, taking one cigarette out of the pack in your hand despite what he just said.
The silence comes back, broken by the flame of the lighter becoming ablaze, and the faint sound of the burning end of his roll. He takes in a deep breath, holding it in for much longer than necessary, letting the smoke burn his throat before he finally blows it out, away from your face.
"I know what it looks like. I do the exact same shit as you do, harming myself over and over just to forget about everything else that's happening with small things that are gonna make my life a living hell in the long run." He pauses, looking down at your legs for a second before looking back up. "But the things you do...? The damage comes so much earlier. I'm not your dad, but as a friend and a co-worker I can't just walk past you and let you hurt yourself like this all the time."
You hold his gaze for several seconds, only blinking a few times. Robert wonders for moment if you were even listening.
"Okay I'm gonna throw up. At least don't sound like a little bitch when you wanna give me advices on life." You look away, trying to hide away the blush on your face as you take another drag. "Keep talking like this and I'll tell everyone how you stayed awake for 48 hours two weeks ago, almost overdosing on coffee and energy drinks."
"Woah woah woah, how did you-"
"I basically have a camera in everyone's brain, don't you know that?" You scoff, leaning back against the wall as you mention your power. "I can't read minds, but I can see recent memories..."
"I'm gonna report you to HR for inappropriate use of your abilities."
"And I could report you for inappropriatly sexual actions during work hours." He really needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut when he knows how your power works. You're starting to think he likes this whole gig.
"...okay seriously?" Somehow, you've never seen Robert look like this. Flushed red, and embarrassed. He's usually the nonchalant guy in these kind of stuff.
"Yup, completely. So unless you want your blonde babe to know how you were moaning and bitching in the bathroom, you better think about this: can you stop the things you do if you expect me to stop?" Finally, you find it in yourself to lock eyes with him, suddenly sounding much more serious. "Because I'm not gonna take shit from a hypocrite."
"Sounds like you wanna make a deal." A small smile crosses his face, eyes softening into something more gentle. It makes you want to hurl, but you'll let it pass. "I watch over you, make sure you don't do stupid shit and hurt yourself... Anddd, you can watch over me. Would you try then?"
"...sure." you crush your cigarette in a napkin, putting it in a plastic bag back in your backpack. It's not like you can just throw it on the floor of the gym. "We both "help" each other. If either of us breaks the deal, he's buying the other one a dinner."
Well now Robert is tempted to fail before it even starts.
"Great. It's a deal." He does the same with his cigarette, giving it to you so you can put it in the plastic.
You both get up, shaking hands before you push yours into you pockets, letting out a sigh. "Alright then," you punch him in the shoulder. "I'm out."
"Ow- wait, hold on, by the way.. I don't have anything going on with Blon–" you cut him off
"Yeah I know. You were moaning my name in the bathroom after all."
"...you heard that too?"
"Yeah no I just saw it. But looks like I was right." Damn it. Right. You could only see memories, not hear them. He outed himself!! "Good luck, Robertson the Third." With a sly smile, you leave the gym with your bag over your shoulder, waving at him lazily.
Alone in the gym room, Robert groans into his hands. How could he always forget about the way your power worked? And why wasn't he actually mad with the violation?
Goddamnit, how he wishes he could down a whole bottle of wine right now.
*scoots shyly* can we have bottom Phenomaman x reader? The man absolutely wants to please and would be a big pillow princess.
cw: NSFW, drabble kind of thing under the line. Bottom! Phenomaman, top! AMAB! reader but otherwise gender neutral, mentions of aphrodisiac, p in a. Not proofread.
Bro omg just imagine this big ass pile of muscles laid down beneath you, one hand on your hips as he groans, so quietly you can barely hear him. It's not in his nature to be shy, no– definitely not. But the sight of you above him, whining and moaning and looking so much smaller, yet trying so hard to bring yourself closer and closer to release, is just doing things to him.
I headcanon that his libido isn't exactly like a human's... Considering he isn't exactly a human either. He doesn't get "horny" or "turned on", but he does feel love and God, he feels sooo much love for you, and knowing that your human body has needs that only him, your boyfriend can meet? He's more than happy to lay back and let you use him as long as you want. He'll make it worth your while! It's not like he doesn't feel pleasure, no! He would just never really initiate anything... (Unless an aphrodisiac situation happens oooo so original).
The sound of your ragged breathing and high pitched whimpers fill the room along with the quiet plap plap plap of your groin kissing his. It feels good, it feels so good and the faces he's unknowingly making? Good heavens, the first time you saw that look on his face you almost came right then and there!
"fuah... Mm– just- just a little more, baby.. please please please... Just a little more.. need a little more.." he can barely make out what you're saying with the amount of moans in between and the way you blabbered the words. "'m so close.. shit–"
Now, Phenomaman didn't know that much about humans. He's been protecting and rescuing them for quite some time and he's come to have you as his lovely partner for the last few months, so you taught him a bunch of stuff. From what he knows, humans aren't supposed to last these many times after reaching their release twice already.
Maybe that was your power? Your special ability? Were you perhaps embarrassed to tell him about it? It was such a cute and charming trait, why would you be?
"y-yeah? I'm with you, love. Go on, hmm... d-don't stop." He wasn't in much of a better condition himself. He thinks he's not showing any reactions and sure, he hasn't come yet (because it takes a lot to make an alien reach an orgasm, apparently), but his breathing has gotten faster and faster, his cheeks flushed and body sweaty in a way that makes you want to lean down and lick and bite and kiss him all over (which, you have done).
He doesn't recognize the feeling that follows after you finish inside him one last time, burying your face into his neck to nibble and bite at his skin like a hungry animal as if it would help with the amount of tension that has suddenly left your body. It's like a tightening coil in his lower stomach, his body reacts in a strange way – his cock which has been standing tall for the last 45 minutes twitching in an almost painful way, his hole sucking you in impossibly and clenching around you and then finally... Finally he cums. For the first time in the few times that you've gotten intimate, Phenomaman actually cums.
You yelp, face going completely red and hair standing on ends as he suddenly grips your hips, pulling you closer and pressing you against himself like a personal dildo. He groans into your ear, deep and desperate, almost a loud moan as his cum eats his own stomach and yours, painting a white landscape (holy shit how did he have all that stored up or something???)
"oh- oh love, excuse me... I- I don't know what came over me." He sounds so out of breath, so beautifully ruined all by his own will and the need to make you happy, to pleasure you. "That... Is that how you feel, usually? It's... Well, it's definitely intense, that's for sure."
Well. Remember when I said only an aphrodisiac scenario would make this man initiate and get horny? I was kinda lying 'cause after this he's gonna try all sorts of different ways to see how much his body can handle and to experience that feeling again and again and again.
But it's all because of how much he loves you <3 you seemed to really enjoy the substance that left his cock... So who is he to deny you more satisfaction?
