Multifandom blog where I write from time to time. 20 something, 18+ content may appear MDNI. Interactions from main @bigpunjaban. Requests: OPEN pfp made by @zhkdesigns Ko-fi: kabootaran if you wish to support (optional)
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▪︎I can write character x character but it depends if I want to.
▪︎Can and would love to write platonic relationships as well.
What I Write For
Onmyoji (Netflix)
JJBA parts 1-5 right now.
Avatar The Last Airbender
Jujutsu Kaisen
Baldur's Gate 3 (Video Game)
MHA (I just started)
Castlevania (Headcanons Particularly)
Dispatch (Video Game)
Homocipher (Video Game)
Frankenstein 2025
I'm willing to do Bollywood stuff too if y'all ask
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Won't Write
Certain smut, though if you leave a good enough horny headcanon I might riff off of it if you want.
Incest, step-cest, and underage shit
I'm willing to go into darker topics like touching on noncon, mental health issues, etc. But ask before hand please.
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If you couldn't tell my blog caters towards writing fics about desi women. Although I also have and can write more neutrally I want to be able to see women like myself in these types of scenarios. I often times will imagine readers and characters of deeper complexions and will try to hit at that in my work. If you don't like that shit you can honestly keep your racist nasty ass the fuck away from here.
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A/N: Part 7, the finally, is out!!!! I'm so very sorry guys! It's getting scary in the States so shit has been STRESSFUL ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა. Thank you all for sticking around though. Thank you to all who stayed for this short little journey. I hope this didn't feel too rushed. Link rules as you will be able to find my masterlist and associated works and intros. Link to part 6! As always interactions, likes, and reblogs are welcome.
Warnings: Angst under the cut
You stayed the night, you told him you would anyways. The two of you not bothering to do anything but dry off after the bath and slide under his covers.
He threaded his fingers through your scalp while you traced patterns over the scars littered on his torso. He shouldn’t have been surprised when you asked.
“Are these from a fight club or something?” Despite the teasing lilt in your tone he knew the underlying question was genuine. He didn’t feel uneasy from it though, not right now at least.
Having sex with you the first time you came to his place kind of put the whole timing idea into perspective.
He could laugh at the thought that “post-nut” clarity caused him to come to the realization that perfect timing didn’t really exist.
“I used to be a hero.” He hummed, even if he was trying to keep nonchalant his body was now acutely aware of you, your reaction.
“Yea? What’s your superpower?” You said back, though he didn’t fail to notice how your finger stilled on his abdomen.
“Didn’t have one. I was a guy in a suit, Mecha Man.” He shrugged, he glanced down at the crown of your head. You didn’t say anything for a good minute.
To say that didn’t evoke a tinge of anxiety in the pit of his stomach would be a lie. But he waited regardless, waited for you to say something.
“I heard about that on the news. Sorry about your suit, but…good that you’re okay though.” You said, your fingers resuming their movement though this time lingering around scars that looked more recent.
The way you said the last part, he could sense a bit of relief. It was endearing, even though you didn’t know him then, but because you knew him now and because you cared about him now.
He could’ve left it at that. He could’ve easily just moved on with the feelings of tenderness. “They worked on my suit, at the company. Worked towards repairing it, making it better I guess.”
You stilled again, you sighed and shifted, sitting up and running a hair through your hair. “So…what? You’re trying to be a superhero again or…?”
He moved himself so he leaned back against the headboard. “It was something I was considering.”
He watched your reaction taking in the furrow in your brows, the almost weary expression. “I wish you told me earlier.”
You sighed, it made that knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. “I’m not…I don’t do the whole angsty waiting up for your guy thing. I…I just don’t think I could do that.”
He wanted to pull you back in, wanted to tell you to forget it. But he also couldn’t help a slight defensiveness that rose at your words. “I didn’t ask you to. I’m not asking you to.”
He said with a sigh himself. “I wanted something long-term. Ideally, something simple, straightforward.” You sigh again, he didn’t know if he was starting to hate that sound or not.
He wants to roll his eyes because to him, this felt like an escalation into something that didn’t need to be done. “You're catastrophizing before we’ve even mapped whatever this is out.”
It probably sounded dismissive, he could recognize that you were probably voicing a legitimate concern, of something you had experienced.
But, he didn’t like that it felt like a generalization of him either. Robert never was one to pull punches or sugarcoat anyways.
This time, you bristled because yea, it did feel dismissive. “Whatever this is?” You say with an unamused huff flaring from your nose.
He sighed, running a hand over his face as he finally sat up as well. The sheet pooled at his waist as he propped himself back against the headboard.
“I said I was considering it. It was my entire identity for so long. That's all I knew.” It seemed a bit unfair to paint his admission as some sort of deception.
Especially when all he had been was honest on how he felt about you so far. Maybe that’s why your expression seemed to soften slightly when he added that.
You looked more subdued, like you were heavily considering something yourself. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like I thought you were hiding something. I guess I just conflated this to the one big bad I was waiting for.”
You admit before pushing some hair from your face. He knows what you mean, the way things were going between the two of you.
The seamless developments from one level of intimacy to another. Albeit hasty, it still happened on its own.
But there were the underlying anxieties, apparently for you both, of when that would shatter. The inevitable cracks that were present in such a shotgun romance were now coming to head.
He wasn’t superstitious, more of a skeptic if anything, but hearing the insecurity said aloud irritated him just a bit.
“If you were worried about some big bad, why didn’t you say anything? I thought we were being pretty transparent on how everything was going, on how everything felt.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt the tension steadily rising from this conversation. “Apparently not, if you were just holding onto that whole hero thing.
I think that transparency works two ways, no?” He let out an indignant laugh. This was slowly escalating into an argument that seemed unnecessary.
“So you genuinely think I was intentionally hiding something from you? I think that’s a bit much don’t you?”
That definitely was a bit dismissive but Robert didn’t do subtlety, he didn’t care for pretense when he could be honest, even if it was a bit brutal.
You let out a scoff, slightly aghast, he cringed internally as he could feel the retort coming. “So did you just think of this as something casual?
You think I fuck every guy I talk to after two coffee dates?” You don’t wait for a response as you slip out of his bed and look for your discarded clothes.
He sighs and runs a hand over his face, he takes a minute to think. “That isn’t what I meant. I think I have been pretty clear in how I feel about you.
I’ve been honest and you know that.” He says, looking as you pull your bottoms back on. When you don’t respond he bites back the slight exasperation he feels building and gets up, finding his pants before trailing a finger over your wrist to get your attention.
Despite your bristled state, you find yourself slightly disarmed. You pulled your top back on and faced him, expression indicative of the slight tension that was lingering.
“I don’t think it’s fair for you to walk away without considering that.” He says with a soft sigh. The furrow between your brow softens, albeit slightly.
You let out a sigh of your own and sit back down on the edge of the bed. “I…want this. I’m not one to be impulsive or rash when it comes to starting things, if anything I would say I’m the opposite. I am intentional in each and every relationship I forge. Which is why you are so left field for me.” You say with a soft sound of disbelief.
“The fact that everything has been going as it has, in the back of my mind I had concerns. But for once, I just let myself go with it and I’ve loved it.” You pause with a soft chuckle.
“I like you, a lot. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see something through as much as I have, this. But, I can also see where this could go, knowing myself. I’m gonna fall hard, Robert. How does that work with a guy that can’t give you a guarantee on whether he’ll be home or not?”
There. You put it out there, plain and simple. The underlying concern in all this. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, an attestation of his frustration.
He was frustrated because you weren’t wrong. That was a very tangible reality if or when he went back to being Mecha Man.
He never considered asking someone to stay up for him though, to wait for him. But then again, he never expected this. This whirlwind sort of shotgun romance to spring up with you.
All he knew though, was how he felt, how he felt when he was with you. For all his cynicism, his deadpan, even his tendency to self-sabotage he can’t deny that he still wants this…wants you.
So, for probably the first time in his life he lays down his own hand. “You’re right. Being a hero means going out there knowing I might not come back. It means no simple 9-5 and finding new bruises in places you’d never expect. It means having to be okay with watching someone you love walk out and thinking that may be the last time you see them. You’re right.”
He sighs before he closes his hand around yours. His eyes finding yours and wordlessly conveying something akin to resolve. “I’ve never thought to be that selfish. To drag someone into that with me. But…for the first time in my life…I want to ask.”
He lets out something between a chuckle and a sigh. “Nothing has been normal about us. But, I don’t care. I just know that this…” He took your other hand as well. “...us, is something I’m not ready to just stop. Not yet. Not when we’ve barely even started.”
Your throat tightened a bit at the earnest expression he held, the honesty of his words. You couldn’t help but think, even if you wanted to deny, that somewhere you felt the same.
In that, you didn’t want this to end. Not when you could feel there was so much more worth exploring. But in all honesty, you were scared.
More scared of the potential of losing something great than experiencing that greatness in itself. Robert saw the torn expression on your face.
He didn’t need to prod too hard to understand your hesitation, but he never was one to just throw in the towel.
“I can’t let you run away over an if. Not when we both know there’s something more to this.” His eyes locked onto yours, waiting. You felt the burden of his gaze settle over you.
The silent plea and a gentle urge to give it a fighting chance. The will of a true hero manifesting. The thought almost amused you a bit if your words weren’t mostly caught in your throat.
You let out a heavy sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling your hands from his and fisting the edge.
The weight of consideration now fills the room with an air of anticipation and slight anxiety. He didn’t hover over you, he moved himself at the foot of the bed.
His back facing you, his shoulders slouched forwards with his elbows on his knees. The silence that settled over the room was palpable, though you weren’t thinking of anything but his words. It was crazy that you found yourself in such a situation considering the chronology.
Logically, it was absurd to find yourself having such a heavy moment with such a short intubation. But then his words came back to the forefront.
The acknowledgement that nothing had been typical about this from jump. So why the hell were you considering that now?
When he poured his heart out and told you that for the first time in his life, he’s found himself ready to hold onto something, impetuous or not.
Robert Robertson may have not known what his next year or hell, what the next couple months would look like. But he knew that he wanted you in it.
That washed over you like a douse of cold water at that moment. A traitorous smile making its way to your lips before you could stop it.
So, you did the only appropriate thing at that moment. Why stray from what had already been established in this headlong coupling?
“If you die before we make it to a year, I’m gonna find a way to resurrect you. Just so I could beat your ass.” His low chuckle filled the space after that.
He turned and cocked a brow. “Fair enough.” He shrugged as he found his way back up against the headboard.
As simple as that, you moved back to your spot against his chest. His hand came down to thread through your hair.
Whether you would regret it or not, you’d probably find out. But you found yourself pretty lucky with all of this so far.
Being scared of the unknown might not ever change. But you wouldn’t be scared of seeing through something…something new.
A/N: I couldn't get this idea out of my head. So now I'm making it y'alls problem. (∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗). Don't mind the grainy ass image I just couldn't find a gif I liked so I cropped the picture, sue me ¯\_ (ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯. Middle of the week pick me up hopefully. I should be on track to wrap up Something New in about three more chapters. Once again thank you guys for the engagement! As always please feel free to like, reblog, and interact my lovelies! Links to the main where you can find the rest of the series as well as other works. We're creating the cinematic universe equivalent to smut headcanons lol.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Smut. AFAB reader. Female reader. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. Referring to female genitalia as she. Pet names. Penetrative sex. Squirting. P in V. Filth below the cut.
-Stamina was one thing, but you were pretty sure that this was something much deeper, pun intended.
-Robert is lazy, we know this of course. But this had to be something else entirely. This had to be someone else entirely.
-Your face was buried into the pillow and you were letting out sounds equivalent to that of a mare in heat.
-Your hands gripping the sheets for perch with no avail because all you were doing was bunching them up.
-The corner was completely pulled off the mattress because each time he snapped his hips into you, the bed lurched.
-Your poor pussy had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Not that she wanted to, the sounds she made, the juice she was spilling were a crystal clear sign of just how good it felt.
-He leaned over you, like everything else he doesn’t let up. That’s why despite that steady deepstroke, you could feel the beads of sweat that dripped off his nose fall down your back.
-That agonizing pace paired with his muttered expletives and sweet words were making your brain go hazy..
-The fact that he was just as honed into your body’s reactions was sending you too. “Right there?”
-The juxtaposition with how tenderly the words would leave his lips to what he would say had your cunt quivering so bad.
-Weeping from both top and bottom because his long cock was lock and key with your pussy, and he loved to remind you.
-“She’s a perfect fit, babe. Fuck!” He’d groan out before placing a lingering kiss behind your ear. He’d press his hips flush and go still for a second just to let you feel him twitch, you’d whine.
-“I know, baby. But I gotta take a break, need her to finish before me.” He’d say with a breathy chuckle and a gentle kiss against your temple.
-He’s not a tease, so he’ll pick up right after. That heady swing back and forth before his hand would trail down your stomach to find that swollen clit.
-You’d jerk away at first but you didn’t have anywhere to go. He coax you back with those saccharine words and gentle pecks.
-“Easy, baby. I got her.” Your thighs were trembling. The coiling tension spreads from your cunt to your toes.
-After running a few tortuous circles against that throbbing clit he pulled you upright. Sinking back onto his heels as he held you up.
-“Go ahead, baby. Wanna watch her let go.” That was all it took for your hips to start their almost feral grind back and forth.
-Your pussy gripped around him like a vice as you rocked yourself on his tip like an animal. You didn’t care how you sounded. You didn’t care how you looked. He reveled in it though.
-His fingers found your puffy clit once more as he watched you. Watched your jerky movements, the chase and desperate sounds as he felt you getting closer and closer.
-He gave one quick slap to your clit and that had you done. You nearly arched off of him. Your thighs trembling as he cupped his hand to catch that slick dribbling out your cunt.
-He grit his teeth as he felt that pressure, that clench. He rode you through as much of it as he could before he let out a shuddering breath against your temple.
-You both fell forward. You face down with his weight laid on your back. He rolled off and pulled you over so you were draped over him.
-“You looked so pretty when you came.” His voice is low and reverberating. Then he’d look down and lift your chin.
-“But, you know you’re even prettier on top.” You would’ve smacked him upside the head. But you knew better. “Lazy 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴.” You grumble against his chest.
I'm thinking of adding the girlies into our Dispatch smut headcanon universe. If anyone has any specific requests lemme know. I'm partial to Prism myself but I might be open to others. I've been blocked up so apologies for the inactivity. Ya girl will try and persevere! I love y'all for the continued engagement ( ＞Д＜；)
A/N: I couldn't get this idea out of my head. So now I'm making it y'alls problem. (∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗). Don't mind the grainy ass image I just couldn't find a gif I liked so I cropped the picture, sue me ¯\_ (ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯. Middle of the week pick me up hopefully. I should be on track to wrap up Something New in about a chapter or two. Once again thank you guys for the engagement! As always please feel free to like, reblog, and interact my lovelies! Links to the main where you can find the rest of the series as well as other works. We're creating the cinematic universe equivalent to smut headcanons lol.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Smut. AFAB reader. Female reader. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. Referring to female genitalia as she. Pet names. Penetrative sex. Squirting. P in V. Filth below the cut.
-Stamina was one thing, but you were pretty sure that this was something much deeper, pun intended.
-Robert is lazy, we know this of course. But this had to be something else entirely. This had to be someone else entirely.
-Your face was buried into the pillow and you were letting out sounds equivalent to that of a mare in heat.
-Your hands gripping the sheets for perch with no avail because all you were doing was bunching them up.
-The corner was completely pulled off the mattress because each time he snapped his hips into you, the bed lurched.
-Your poor pussy had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Not that she wanted to, the sounds she made, the juice she was spilling were a crystal clear sign of just how good it felt.
-He leaned over you, like everything else he doesn’t let up. That’s why despite that steady deepstroke, you could feel the beads of sweat that dripped off his nose fall down your back.
-That agonizing pace paired with his muttered expletives and sweet words were making your brain go hazy.
-The fact that he was just as honed into your body’s reactions was sending you too. “Right there?”
-The juxtaposition with how tenderly the words would leave his lips to what he would say had your cunt quivering so bad.
-Weeping from both top and bottom because his long cock was lock and key with your pussy, and he loved to remind you.
-“She’s a perfect fit, babe. Fuck!” He’d groan out before placing a lingering kiss behind your ear. He’d press his hips flush and go still for a second just to let you feel him twitch, you’d whine.
-“I know, baby. But I gotta take a break, need her to finish before me.” He’d say with a breathy chuckle and a gentle kiss against your temple.
-He’s not a tease, so he’ll pick up right after. That heady swing back and forth before his hand would trail down your stomach to find that swollen clit.
-You’d jerk away at first but you didn’t have anywhere to go. He coax you back with those saccharine words and gentle pecks.
-“Easy, baby. I got her.” Your thighs were trembling. The coiling tension spreads from your cunt to your toes.
-After running a few tortuous circles against that throbbing clit he pulled you upright. Sinking back onto his heels as he held you up.
-“Go ahead, baby. Wanna watch her let go.” That was all it took for your hips to start their almost feral grind back and forth.
-Your pussy gripped around him like a vice as you rocked yourself on his tip like an animal. You didn’t care how you sounded. You didn’t care how you looked. He reveled in it though.
-His fingers found your puffy clit once more as he watched you. Watched your jerky movements, the chase and desperate sounds as he felt you getting closer and closer.
-He gave one quick slap to your clit and that had you done. You nearly arched off of him. Your thighs trembling as he cupped his hand to catch that slick dribbling out your cunt.
-He grit his teeth as he felt that pressure, that clench. He rode you through as much of it as he could before he let out a shuddering breath against your temple.
-You both fell forward. You face down with his weight laid on your back. He rolled off and pulled you over so you were draped over him.
-“You looked so pretty when you came.” His voice is low and reverberating. Then he’d look down and lift your chin.
-“But, you know you’re even prettier on top.” You would’ve smacked him upside the head. But you knew better. “Lazy 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴.” You grumble against his chest.
A/N: Part 6 is out. I was in a bit of a block. (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟), I apologize for the late chapter. Let me know what you guys think though. The perspective changes in this one too. Also, we start off spicy and ease into something cuter. Link rules as you will be able to find my masterlist and associated works and intros. Thank you guys, so much for liking part 5! As always interactions, likes, and reblogs are welcome.
Warnings: NSFW MDNI, real-intimacy type of sex, making love, stroke game is immaculate. mentions of female and male genitalia, referring to female genitalia as she. Lovey-dovey smut under the cut.
As his fingers ran over your body, he coaxed out so many sounds. It made him feel almost reverent. Like he was making love to silk. The dimples, the curves, the supple parts of your skin were all his to indulge in.
It was slow, maybe even lazy. His lips would tug up yours when he’d smirk and mutter out a sweet nothing. He was being much gentler than you were expecting, honestly.
“You’re so beautiful.” He’d mumble before his lips dragged along your jaw. His hips moved languidly, a steady but consistent rock that pulled out soft mewls and gasps.
Your warm, gummy walls acting as a sheath to his cock. Your pussy pulling him all the way until you felt his hilt. Before, you’d clamp down right at the base.
“Fuck.” He breathed out into your collarbone. You couldn’t help but feel a little smug at his shuddered sigh. He nipped at your lip when he caught it.
“You’re feeling pretty accomplished, aren’t you?” He breathed out, low and rumbling. You bite back a full grin and attempt a coy shrug.
You open your mouth to respond but yelp instead when his hips snap forward. His nostrils flared as he let out an amused snort.
You couldn’t even be mad though. You hardly even had time to express your admonishment when he did it again.
This time he pulled out a choked moan and your eyes widened at his audacity. But, you dare not tell him to stop.
The shit-eating grin he had plastered on his face told you he was much too self-assured to do so anyways.
“You’re so- ah!” You should be a little pissed. He was virtually cutting off your reproof with the stroke of his dick.
But that thrust happened to find it and when he heard that gasp and felt that clench it was over. Your poor pussy, she hadn’t wept like this in ages.
Definitely, not at the behest of someone else since…well maybe it was a first. Your legs were locked around his hips, your nails dragging down his back as he kept that metronomic rhythm with his thrusts.
That slow and brutal jerk into you, accentuated by the slap of his balls against your hole. Each thrust elicited a filthy squelch as you felt a little stream from your cunt to your asshole. He was savoring it, deriving a slightly masochistic pleasure from the disgustingly lethargic pace. But Robert wasn’t cruel and he wasn’t much of a tease either.
He was equally getting off to watching you throughout it all. He ate up the moans and whimpers as his mouth found yours again.
He was in awe mostly. If his lips weren’t on yours his forehead would press against yours, hot pants mingling together as he could only focus on how you felt.
Brain locking in on the feel of your puffy pussy coating his cock in slick. “She’s so wet.” He was panting it out against your ear again and again.
It was making you dizzy, or maybe it was his dick. You couldn’t tell anymore, all you could register was the feeling of him pumping in and out of your cunt.
You pulled your legs in closer, heels digging into his tailbone, urging him to keep going. “I’m gonna cum…”
Your words barely coming out amongst the lewd sounds of skin on skin. The response you received was a reverberating grunt and a muddled acknowledgment.
His pace didn’t falter, if anything, you felt him go harder. Each push, deliberate. You sucked in a gasp and your mouth fell open.
Your pussy was clinging to his cock as he grazed that perfect spot each time he swung his hips. You’re already climbing closer and closer to that peak but, a little help never hurt.
You moved your hand down, fingers running over your labia to gather some slick before you touched your clit. You whined, his eyes never left yours.
Dark, dilated, and almost feral. You were so close, he was so close. His own hand snaked its way down to replace yours with his.
When he gave your clit a pinch you’re pretty sure you saw stars.
There is no coordinated fall over the crest, just your body trembling, your pussy squirting, and labored breaths leaving your body.
He manages to work you through most of it before he couldn’t hold out anymore. The spasmodic twitching of your cunt sent him over the edge and he stills, pressing his hips flush against yours.
His own labored breaths hitting your cheeks as you finally register the hot load he just spent in your pussy.
The ecstasy mellows, giving way to the sounds of your heavy breaths and heaving chests. He lets some of his weight give, his body coming down on yours as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.
His softening cock was still buried in your hole. But both of you are a bit too boneless to make any real effort to move immediately.
The breaths ease into a steady rhythm. Your fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck.
He lets out something between a whine and a hum. You continued to drag your thumb over the patch of hair.
He lifts his head and looks at you with lazy eyes, taking note of your own half-lidded, blissed out expression. He pulls in for another savoring kiss before gently pulling out, you watch him sit up.
“Clean up now or need a minute?” He grabbed your leg to prop over his thighs, rubbing soft circles into the supple flesh. You hum, still a little dazed, a little giddy from the fresh orgasm.
He rolls his eyes, fondly, before shifting and heading to the kitchen. You turn so that you are on your side.
Your thighs clench together at the feeling of his cum and your slick nestled between. You have an arm under your head, you watch him walk into his kitchen.
His ass on full display, he didn’t bother to throw on his bottoms. He grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and looks over at you with a smirk.
“Nice view?” He snorts and he settles back beside you holding out the bottle for you to take. You thank him before nodding with a self-satisfied expression.
A comfortable silence settles for a moment. He traces the skin of your thighs once more, while his eyes take you in. You shift a bit and sit yourself up.
“Are we sharing a shower?” He lets out a soft laugh before shaking his head. “You are easily one of the most matter-of-fact people I’ve probably met, period. It’s kinda refreshing though.”
You give a rather nonchalant shrug in response. “Don’t really see a point to be pretentious when I still have your cum between my legs.”
He doesn’t falter at the brusque nature of your comment, if anything he’s even more amused. “I probably should’ve asked, huh?”
He hums as he rubs the back of his neck, an attempt to feign regret. You roll your eyes as you see right through his act.
Knowing the indicators of a slight ego when you saw one. “Your shit-eating grin whenever your balls slapped against my ass tells me you’re not as remorseful as you want to act. I’m a big girl though. I didn’t mind. Scared I’m gonna baby-trap your ass.”
You rest your head against the back of the couch as you eye him with a soft smirk. He raised a brow but mirrors your general expression.
“I don’t think you need a baby to trap me, sweetheart.” He follows with a shrug before continuing to knead the skin of your thighs. “That being said, not too keen on any surprises at this point in my life. Heads up would be nice if something takes though.”
The casual way he was going about the hypothetical of having knocked you up was absurd enough to make you laugh.
“Damn, with how put together you sound about all of it I should’ve just forgone my birth control today, huh?”
The fact that you two could sit across each other stark naked, sex smell still lingering, and pick up with that same easy back and forth that started this all in the first place.
“Shit, too bad.” He feigned a deep disappointed sigh before meeting your eyes again. Your breath almost hitched.
You had convinced yourself it didn’t totally do so because you were adamant you weren’t as corny as him. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“I have a tub, never use it though.” The shrug and offhandedness with which he just posed the offer was perfectly on-brand.
“Never? Woah, I get to be part of the inaugural use of your tub.” You feign flattery before breaking into a lax chuckle.
He gives a light pinch to the dimpled skin of your thigh before hauling himself up and disappearing down the hall.
You watch him go again and can’t help but appraise his ass again. You hear the sound of water running, you let out a soft sigh and throw your legs over the edge of the couch.
You plant your feet down and lean forward, gathering the items from his little coffee table and shuffling to put things away.
You see his shirt hanging over the arm of the sofa and grab it, pulling it over your head as you gather the rest of your own.
You fold them up and place them to one side of the seat. You start down the corridor, you stop at the open door to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe.
You watch him as he wipes the mirror with what you think is a discarded undershirt. He catches your arched expression in the mirror and raises his hand in mock surrender.
“Caught me trying to make sure you don’t think I’m inept.” He paused as he registered the top. “Damn, now I know what you look like in my shit.
I’m gonna have this image in my head for a while.” He snorts before tossing the undershirt aside and pointing at the full tub. “Water’s warm. After you.”
You roll your eyes but the enticing humidity and steamy atmosphere urges you in. You pull off his shirt before letting out a soft hum as you sink in just until the water covers the peaks of your breasts.
“I’ll forgive you for no ribbon cutting ceremony since you got the temperature right.” You say as you look over to see him leaning against the sink, arms crossed as he watched you with that same expression from earlier.
The one on the couch, that you swore didn’t make your stomach do flips. You let your gaze shamelessly travel over his still bare body, not hesitating to smirk when you saw his dick do a little twitch.
“Do you need an invitation?” You say before looking back up to see his own lips curl into a measured grin.
You shifted forward and he took the two steps, closing the distance by sinking in behind you.You settled yourself between his legs.
It wasn’t a jacuzzi by any means, a bit cozy. But it worked for the two of you. His hands settled low, below the water and rested on the curve of your waist.
He had his knees up, he couldn’t lay them straight out. You leaned back a bit, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.
His lips grazed your temple and his one hand moved to catch yours and trailed in up to rest just below his knee.
He links his fingers with yours, you both stare at the spot in a tender silence. “It might be a cliche but I could get used to this.”
He says, his voice low and muttered. You find his other hand and lace your own fingers on top of his, pulling it to settle around your middle.
“I feel like everything with us has been a romcom on steroids.” You say with a playful scoff. His lips drag from your temple to your hairline and upturn just slightly.
“Saying it like it’s a bad thing. Romcoms are a breakthrough genre.” You couldn’t tell if he was trying to tease or being honest in that very particular way of his.
“Life’s never as easy as a movie though. Can’t tell me you’ve been breezing through, can you?” You trace the direction of the hair growth on his thigh as you wait for a response.
He lets out a grumbling hum, possibly contemplation, maybe an acknowledgment. “Bracing for some sort of catastrophe then?” He finally responds after a minute.
You couldn’t say it was an unexpected question, just a few hours ago you talked about how weird it was that this was so easy.
“Maybe. But I feel like right now, I’m not too worried.” You were honest. You couldn’t control everything and right now, you didn’t want to.
Right now, it was just you and Robert in a bathtub. That was real, that was now, and that felt right.
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Warnings: NSFW MDNI, real-intimacy type of sex, making love, fingering. mentions of female and male genitalia, referring to female genitalia as she. Lovey-dovey smut under the cut.
The bottle was on the coffee table in front of the couch now, the tiramisu box open and forks stuck inside.
Between coffee, wine, and cake you two had started watching something. Somewhere between that, your head fell onto his chest, his hand curled around your thigh.
The ease of it all would have scared him, should have. But it didn’t, because nothing about you or this was typical anyway.
“I can hear you thinking.” You hum. He huffs out a sound of amusement. “Yea? What’s going on in my head then?” He glances down at you.
“You’re thinking about how weird it is that this is so easy.” You mutter with a shrug still looking at whatever was playing on the screen ahead.
“I know because I was thinking about it too.” You add softly. His expression softens to a smile from a smirk.
“Wow, clairvoyant. You secretly a superhero?” He lets out an amused huff at his own quip. He was corny like that.
“More like, you’re pretty transparent.” You snort. He rolled his eyes. “You only read me because I don’t care to buff up the pretense. I can be pretty elusive if I want.” He shrugs.
You adjust yourself, pulling back to look at him with a raised brow. “Yea? You a big secret keeper?” You were more amused if anything.
His own brows furrowed. He almost goes defensive. But he has enough sense to temper his response. “Not necessarily. More like a slow sharer.” He shrugs.
“Ah, so I’ll have to slowly peel back those layers, huh?” You say with a soft smirk. Now, his brow rose.
“Was that a double entendre? Are you dropping hints?” He says with an almost cautious hesitation.
You can’t help but cackle. It was kind of adorable, that almost suspicious look in his eyes as he asked that.
“Way to catch that, Sherlock.” You say with a trailing giggle. “I wasn’t exactly trying to be subtle.” You shrug.
There’s that soft twitch of his lip. He moves his hand up, to drag a finger through your hair. “Guess I should’ve expected that.” His voice is low. Like he’s trying not to let it fill any space.
It’s not some huge build-up. No stiff tension or heartbeats pounding in eardrums. You just close the gap.
His hand loosely wound in your hair. Your thumb tracing the stubble along his jaw. You pulled back after the peck.
His eyes are looking at you all warm. The soft light lets you take in that cognac brown color. For a moment you two are just there.
Your hand running up the side of his face in an unhurried exploration. Fingers combing through his hair as your thumb glides over his sideburns.
He sighs, though his eyes never leave yours. He brings his hand back around just to tuck some loose strands behind your ear.
“You gonna stay?” His hand runs through your hair again, he tilts his head a bit. You let out a soft hum, before giving him a simple nod.
He pulls you in again. Still unhurried, no sudden rush of passion or flaming heat. More like a low simmer.
Lips moving in a steady rhythm against one another. His one hand lazily dragged through your hair while the other found a loose perch against your hip.
You shifted so your leg hooked over his, half in his lap. Setting a truly lazy pace, pulling back just enough before resuming.
The way your tongue slipped past his lips, was analogous to the way his hand slipped under your shirt.
Each addition was a moment in itself. Like the stepping stones to a lengthy narrative, each part meant something significant.
Each pause was filled by a soft acknowledgment to go further or a tender look and a gentle nod. Piece by piece, one by one clothing was discarded.
Shifting and shimmying out of them until you sat there, knees braced on either side of his lap. Both nearly bare save for undergarments.
The whole time though, in that warm yellow light from his ceiling fan, he kept looking at you. As each layer came off his eyes would only soften more.
You couldn’t help it as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. You let out a soft laugh at the state you found yourself in.
“Don’t tell me you’re going all shy now.” His voice was low as he rubbed little circles on your lower back..
You shook your head and pulled back, returning a goofy grin and flushed face. “You can’t just look at a girl like that and not expect her to feel all giddy.”
He responded with a lazy smirk. “Can’t help the way I’m looking. Not even trying, it’s just happening. Your fault.” He shrugs as he gently settles his fingers around your waist.
You lean in for another lingering kiss before pulling back. You reach back and undo the hook to your bra letting each strap slip down your shoulders.
Your lower lip caught between your teeth as he looked. His eyes lingering on the cups still obscuring your tits before catching yours again. He’s waiting for you.
You pull out an arm, then the other now the cups solely held up by your hands. You let out a soft snort.
The impromptu strip tease doesn’t feel too awkward, still a bit goofy though. You lean in and nudge his nose with yours.
“Close your eyes.” You say, just above a whisper. He obliges with a soft grin. You let it fall, your nipples already peaking from a combination of the earlier kissing and anticipation.
You lean back in, your lips brushing the curve of his ear. “Open.” You pulled back just a bit at first. So that his eyes immediately meet yours.
Then you inched back more so he could see you. You flushed more when he sucked in a breath. His fingers curled into the soft skin at your waist.
He leans in and rests his head against your shoulder letting out a breathy huff, almost a laugh. Then he turned his face, his nose grazing your cheek, his lips falling right under your ear.
“Pretty titties.” He pecked the spot right under your ear. You let out a curt laugh, of course. He found a way to be corny with this too.
He grinned at the sound of your laugh, he dragged his lips over your neck. You sighed into him, tilting to the opposite side to give him more access.
He started nipping, dragging his tongue over the spots he heard your breath hitch at. You let out a low soft gasp when he sucked at the skin over your carotid.
Then his hand inched up your side, his thumb grazing over your right nipple with a flick. You mewled and you clasped your hand around his wrist. Not to stop him, but to urge him.
His index and thumb rolled and pebbled it a few times before he tugged. Your body arched into him. His lips moved down to your shoulder, your collar bone.
Then his lips hovered over your left breast. He dragged his tongue around your areola before he closed his lips around your nipple and gave a harsh suck.
You jerked into him with a sharp yelp. His other hand, still squeezing and tugging at your left tit. Your free hand wound itself into his hair, grip tightening as he varied his ministrations.
You let out a low groan as you rolled your hips forward. The growing tent in his boxers brushing against your clothed clit as you did so.
His own grip on your tit tightening in response, his teeth tugging at your other nipple at the stimulation. He let his left hand briefly stop kneading and trailed it down your side, snaking its way to the waistband of your panties.
You still had a light grasp around his wrist, you pushed his hand against your front. His middle and ring finger grazing over the slowly growing damp spot.
His middle finger searching until he felt the nub that was your erect clit. You bucked forward, your hand fisting his hair.
You let out a whimpered sound, a low hum as you pulled yourself closer to him. His mouth falling open against your breast.
Hot breathy pants against your skin as he took a moment to glance down. “Already making a mess.” He hissed out the last part.
You only responded with a mewl, grinding yourself forward to urge his hand further. You felt his lips twitch up against the column of your neck.
He pulled back and tugged the top of your panties down. You eagerly lifted your hips so he could slide them off further.
You pulled your knee in so he could roll the one side off your leg. It hung on your left thigh now. Your clit throbbed at the slight change in temperature, from clothed core to bare.
He looked at you, looked over you. His eyes drinking the sight of you completely bare. You couldn’t quite read his expression but you knew it made that heat in your body settle low in your stomach.
His fingers settle between your thighs again. The heat emanating from your pussy goes straight to his head, top and bottom actually.
He’s definitely aware of the latter, a darkened spot forming on his boxers from where his precum is starting to leak. But right now he doesn’t care too much, he really wants to feel you.
He gave your clit an experimental tap with his middle finger. You let out such a sweet sound. So he did it a couple more times, until he felt your slick starting to coat his finger.
He wasn’t even in yet and you were already so ready. “Robert, please.” It was almost a whine.The way you pushed his hand towards your glistening hole made him dizzy.
He wasn’t gonna tease, at least not today. Not when he needed to know how you felt. Not when his cock was straining against his boxers and he had precum leaking out his own tip.
The sound, that squelching sound when your cunt sucked in his fingers almost made him shiver. You were so hot inside. His free hand clutched your hip.
His head fell into your shoulder as he let out a quivering sound. Your mouth fell open and you let out the faintest gasp as he sunk them in until you felt knuckle.
He stayed there for a second letting himself feel your gummy walls flutter around his digits. Then he moved.
His fingers taking their time to stretch and feel until he pressed against the spongy spot right at the crux. You let out a shuddering gasp against his neck.
“Fuck. You’re good at that.” You manage before setting your own pace and fucking yourself on his fingers.
He only accommodates you by making sure the pads of his fingers found that same spot over and over again.
Your breath came out in more ragged pants as you jerked your hips back and forth. Repeatedly grinding yourself down against his hand.
His thumb found your clit and pressed against it as he started scissoring his fingers in and out of your pussy.
You let out a high pitched moan at his change of pace. The stretch was fueling the ever-growing arousal and the ascent to your peak.
His mouth closed around your right nipple once more and you almost keened. Your hand is tight in his hair, pulling a bit at his scalp.
He didn’t seem to mind though. The man was on a mission right now. To taste you, to feel your feverish cunt clamp around his fingers.
The way you writhed against him, coaxing him to give you more. The wet coated his hand now, and he loved it.
He added a third finger with ease, your pussy responded in kind. “Fuck. She doesn’t ease up does she?”
Though rhetorical his words had an effect on your body. You clenched involuntarily, your moans devolving into full-on open mouthed pants as you pulled him off your tit to crash your mouth against his.
Now, there was that fire. That burning fervor of teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. Your hips are rolling faster and faster.
You feel the summit closing in as your pussy weeps more and more slick. Your mouth falling agape as your heart pounded closer and closer as he coaxed you.
His free hand moved from your hip to your hair pulling you into to rest your forehead against his and your hot breath mingled with his. Your eyes half-lidded but locked with his.
“You’re close.” It was a statement he could see it, the blush over your body, the clench of your walls around his fingers. You could only let out a fucked out nod.
So, he locked the fuck in. The pad of his thumb pressing down against your clit with each thrust of his fingers. You sucked in a gasp and gripped his shoulder, nails digging into skin.
You’re running head first towards it. The peak that he’d force out of you was so close. The orgasm hits like a truck. Your arching, craning.
You don’t know whether it was towards him or away. You don’t know what sound left your lips. Your body simply reacts with spasmodic jerks and trembling thighs.
You don’t know anything else at that moment except the feeling of blissful release. He doesn’t stop though, he’s easing you down at a steady pace.
It’s not until he gives a teasing gentle tap to your clit again that you felt sound again. You let out a soft whine, a bit overstimulated at the touch.
Then, you register as his other hand unwound itself from your hair and thumb wiped the edge of your eye. He made you cum so hard you cried.
You blink as you adjust a bit. His expression is soft, almost smug. The aftershocks causing the occasional spasm in your thighs or clit slowly washing over you.
You rest your forehead against his once more. “You’re a menace.” You manage out in a voice so wrecked he laughs. He moved to land a soft peck against your forehead.
“Don’t hate me yet, we’re not done.” You let out a choked laugh at that. You felt him, no longer just halfmast.
You hooked your arms around his neck, and he laid you down horizontal on that couch. Round two was happening. Ready or not.
A/N: Part 4 officially out. If you saw it earlier and it disappeared...no you didn't lol. (uωu*) My rules as you will be able to find my masterlist and associated works and intros. As always interactions, likes, and reblogs are welcome. Part 5 will likely be out end of next week. Also feel free to drop some thoughts in the asks whether simply horny thots or requests. Enjoy!
Warnings: Cute, next chapter will have spice. I swear. (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
He had something to actively look forward to again. Though this time, there was a tinge of underlying anxieties.
A reminiscent feeling of nerves, like that of a young boy being alone with his crush for the first time.
It was almost comical that he felt that type of nostalgia. Even if everything was rather easy and smooth sailing with you so far.
There was a consistency and a match of wits, charisma, and general vibes. But this, this was a moment. A potentially defining moment.
His desire to deliver and impress was overtaking the typical cynicism or deadpan persona he maintained.
Hence, he had spent the entire week trying different pasta recipes and wine pairings like he was training for some Michelin review.
Carbonara, pesto, alfredo, a fucking vodka sauce. Hell, if he didn’t know shit about pasta iterations before, he sure did now.
His fucking kitchen was a mess half the time. Beef seemed to enjoy licking the drippings and spills off the floor. Even after Robert gave him a few unamused glances.
He doesn’t think he put this much effort into something for an individual before. Hell, being Mecha man was for the greater good. But somehow, cooking up a dinner for you had to be perfect.
The need to show you he could stand on something even as simple as making dinner was driving it. He wanted to impress you.
Even if everything between you was already there. It was the lingering need or maybe even that stupid habit that people get into when they fall into the dating scene.
Even if you two were past the juvenile nature of first impressions. He still wanted to impress you. He had to fix his shit too. You’d think a single man in his thirties would be able to manage a space better.
He was picking up strewn clothes and empty take out containers for like three days. Not to mention, he realized he hardly had normal shit.
No soap dispenser in the bathroom because he just used the body bar from the shower, no curtains over the window because that’s what he thought blinds are for.
The more he looked around the apartment the more he realized how scarce everything looked. Well, everything except Beef’s space.
All those toys in his little bed gave him some personality, at least. He didn’t have a fucking lamp either. Who the hell doesn’t have a lamp? He also realized he didn’t have any dishes.
One mug, one bowl, and a half open stack of paper plates on the counter. To be fair, it was just him and Beef. But this was still fucking embarrasing.
A grown ass man walking into the dollar store looking at the glassware and trying to figure out whether to get matching sets or not.
Damn, was this what it meant to be whipped? He huffed out a curt laugh, he stuck a simple ceramic plate, bowl, and a couple wine glasses into his basket.
He grabbed a shower liner too. Might as well, if he was down here anyways. As he and Beef were making their way back to the apartment he had some time.
People watching was more of a routine than a habit. You have to notice things when you’re a hero. Being mindful, more particularly, aware of the things going on around you is a must.
As he walked the sidewalk, Beef trotting beside him, he took in the early evening. It was Friday, people were doing things, probably the beginning of weekend plans.
There were families with children, teens in groups, people with pets like him. His gaze lingered on a couple, young.
The young man nervously held a small bouquet as he waited for who was presumably his date. Then a young girl, animated and perky, waved him down.
The corner of Robert’s lip upturned into a soft smirk. It was cute and endearing, the novelty of it all. The seemingly consistent truths that some things don’t ever really change.
It was a corny thought he admitted to himself. Here he was, a grown man with his dog having to buy plates and bowls for dinner while young people were in the throes of courtship and romance.
He got back to the apartment just as the sun had set under the horizon. He put away the newly acquired dinnerware before filling Beef’s bowl.
He tossed the shower liner on the sofa before sitting down. He’ll wait to wage that battle another day.
He lay his head back with a sigh as he stared up at his ceiling. The one bulb in the fan was out for months. Once again, no one came. So why change it out?
As he lay there, he thought of the plates he bought, the bowls, those wine glasses. An odd feeling was present in the back of his mind throughout it all.
One he was intentionally ignoring because all it ever brought was strife. But as he stared at that one dead bulb, aware of the shower liner that lay at the foot of the couch it was creeping up.
Classic imposter syndrome, he used to have it more often. Being a powerless superhero has a lot of people talk shit. But it never bothered him too much.
Or he just threw himself into that whole protect and serve gig to the point he didn't have time to throw a pity party.
But now, when all he really had was time he couldn't help as it veered its stupid head. Front and center to his mind's eye.
You were sweet, funny, and seemingly well-adjusted. He was still reeling with the daddy issues and the failure of Mecha Man. Not to mention, he still hadn't told you that yet.
He attracted complications and instability. It happened in his childhood, it happened with Mecha Man, and it even fucking happened into the transition to dispatch.
The fuck was he doing? Playing first impressions with a girl who probably saw through him. Or worse, saw him as something to fix.
Was that it? You were a social worker after all. He shouldn't think like that, he knows it's stupid after everything so far. But he can't help it. He can't help jumping the gun.
Whether it be the way he went about asking you out or in this case, jumping to conclusions. He probably looked like a fucking charity case.
He pulls his elbow over his eyes as he lets out a sigh. His free arm dangling over the edge of the couch. Beef must've sensed his spiraling thoughts.
He nudged his nose against his human's hand before giving it a lick. Robert peered over with a half-smirk and ran his hand over the mutts head. Then he glanced towards Beef’s dog bed.
Filled with the toys and trinkets you had gotten him over these few weeks. “I guess this is how people self-sabotage.” He huffs out a laugh.
Beef lets out a small yip, maybe in agreement. Robert sits up, and looks towards the shower liner. “Sulking isn't really my thing is it, bud?” It's more or less rhetorical.
But Beef, sensing the sort of morose tone, hops up on the sofa and eagerly gives Robert some reassuring licks. “Thanks, bud.” He chuckles as he gets up, just as his phone lights up.
He smiles, talk about timing. “I’m bringing rosé, I have no idea on wine etiquette so don’t laugh at me.”
Just like that, he felt grounded again. He sent back a quick response. “Too late, you kind of tee’d it up for me.”
He had all the time in the world to dwell on inadequacy or imposter syndrome. But tomorrow, all he had to worry about was making some edible pasta and drinking wine with you.
Yea, he could manage that. He hauled his ass off the sofa and grabbed the shower liner. He made his way to the bathroom and took his time putting it up.
He came back to the kitchen and checked his miscellaneous drawer. He found a spare bulb, no idea how he had the foresight for that. He got his step ladder and got to work.
Keeping himself busy, even for that half hour gave him some perspective. You liked him. He liked you. That was enough for now.
Tomorrow, that's what y'all were starting with. The rest would work itself out. That's how things in his life worked anyways.
There was no need to sabotage this before even establishing what this was. Yea, all he needed to worry about was not being incompetent, which was easy enough.
He had his alarm set early the next day. The sharp noise elicited a low groan from him as he searched for his phone on the nightstand.
He got showered, got dressed, and stared at the wall for a while. The nerves were settled somewhere under his navel.
Not debilitating, but present for sure. He had been texting you anyway, as it had become part of your dynamic.
You sent him pictures of you in the wine aisle at the grocery store, little voice memos as you read over the back of different rosé bottles.
You told him you were picking the most pretentious sounding one. He let out an audible snort as he listened to that.
Somehow, between prep and attempting to create at least a semblance of ambiance, the morning gave way to the afternoon, then early evening.
You said you’d pop in at six, though he wasn’t too surprised when he heard a knock at his apartment door around 5:30.
He leaned against the door and met your eyes with an amused smile and a raised brow. You give a shrug in response.
“I brought tiramisu too.” You say as you shake the bag in your hand. He shook his head, albeit still amused before taking the wine and bag from you as he waved you in.
Beef piped up eagerly, likely recognizing your scent and presence. You immediately greeted the pup with equal vigor and affection.
“There’s my favorite guy!” You swoon in a baby voice as you bombard him with rubs and pets. He, of course, accepts them with gusto.
Robert put the wine on the table, he stuck the tiramisu in the fridge. “You’re early. Guess that means I can put you to work.” He hums.
You rolled your eyes as you stood back up but shrugged off your jacket and hung it over the arm of his sofa, already moving to wash your hands at his sink.
“You’re lucky I like you.” The matter-of-fact way you said it allowed it to seem like a casual quip. Even if it wasn’t. Though, he was more amused if anything.
He turned to face you, leaning his hip against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Yea? That’s all it takes, huh?” The tease was too easy, maybe even too on the nose.
But there was no shame in it. Despite the underlying acknowledgments of what this night meant, every time you two came together a rhythm found its way in the middle.
“Guess we’ll find out.” You say with a nonchalant shrug as you look over his stovetop, peering at pasta and sauce. He didn’t try to hide his gaze over your profile.
His eyes tracing the path from your hairline to the curve of your jaw. “So blatant, huh?” You snort as you turn to meet his eyes.
Though your breath hitched a little as you saw the almost tender expression he had on. “Not gonna pretend to be ashamed about it.”
He shrugged with that little upturn of his lips. He moved to grab the plates, you didn’t fail to notice his otherwise sparse cupboard, you stifled a laugh.
“Woah, bought fresh ceramics just for me. Really trying to get in my pants tonight, huh?” He scoffed at that, not harsh, just tickled.
“Funny, I thought that when you brought that fancy tiramisu. Guess we’ll find out though.” He repeated the line you used earlier, drawing a softer smile from you.
With the table set, you sat adjacent to him. Beef’s own little portion set up for him in his dogbowl.
You took your bite and put on your best critique face. “Notes of tomato, basil, and oregano.” You say before letting out a soft cackle. He only rolled his eyes.
“Is that a pass then?” He said between his own bites, though his eyes never strayed from observing you too long.
“Were you nervous I had a Michelin star palette? I’m not picky, you made me dinner, that’s sweet.” You say, your expression is more humble now, less teasing.
After that, there was a shift. Something softer, something warmer. “So I’m the first girl you’ve made dinner for?” You said as you sipped on the wine, food eaten, hand propped under your chin.
“Something like that.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his own. You playfully rolled your eyes in response to that.
“Admitting to romance is not gonna kill you.” You snort. His half-smirk turns into a soft smile as he seems to contemplate that for a second.
“Fair, but I was kinda thinking we were on track to admitting other things tonight too.” He brought it up there.
You weren’t sure if the slight flush you were feeling was because of the atmosphere, the alcohol, or a mix of both. Maybe it was neither, but it was enough for you to make that final acknowledgment.
“Yea? Guess I can start. Not a huge label fan but I can say I like you. I like seeing you. I wanna see you, just you.” You hum.
“Ditto.” He cringed just as that left his mouth. You let out a loud cackle at that. “Fuck, that was so corny.” He ran a hand over his face.
“Come on corny, I’ll help you clean up.” You snort as you begin clearing the table. He shook his head before hauling up.
He washed you dried, an odd comfort settled within him at the subtle domesticity. It didn’t take long. He only had a handful of shit anyways.
“Can I stay for dessert?” It was hardly a question he considered, though he nodded anyway. “I’ll make some coffee.” Though you both knew, you didn’t say it. You were staying for more than just dessert.
~ its literally short, l was craving soft and sweet Geto!
His fingers gently intertwine with yours, as your bodies press against each other right under the mistletoe hung on the wall close to your Christmas tree. He leans in, slightly tilting his head to close the gap between you as you feel his shakey and even breathe hit your lower lip. Slowly, your eyes close shut as you lean in to meet his lips. Geto catches them with his feather-soft lips, gently colliding and locking. The kiss is flawless almost perfect that it sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body. His fingers detach from yours as he then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you further in, making your bodies collide with a faint thudding sound. You lose yourself in the sweet sensation when the kiss deepens as your tongues tango. You pull away and lovingly utter "Merry Christmas Sugu" before diving back in.
A/N: See what y’all started. Smh. \(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)/ Anyways, commence the debauchery. As always feel free to reblog, like, and comment. Here's how you horny fiends brought this about pt.1 and pt.3. My masterlist as well. I also have a ko-fi.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Smut. AFAB reader. Female reader. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. Riding. Referring to female genitalia as she. Pet names. Filth below the cut.
-After too many soaked sheets the de-facto is now face-sitting. He loves it. He can get all your slick now. Like a fucking fountain. Your plush thighs hugging both sides of his face, and your drooling cunt smothering him. He’s not a big theologian, but this has got to be paradise right?
-He also loves it because his ass is fucking lazy. You’re doing the work. Whether your hands brace the headboard or drag the sheets for grip, you're the one grinding your slobbering folds up and down like a metronome.
-He gets off seeing you like that. All fucked out, all jerky and uninhibited. That’s also why when you do fuck, you’re almost always on top.
-Correction, you’re always on top. Because to Robert, you are a sight beholden. Watching the tremble in your thighs as you sink down onto his leaking tip. No, that right there, that’s ecstasy.
-Watching you desperately finding a perch for your hands after bullying half his length in your drooling cunt. That was his heaven.
-He'd just watch in awe for the first few minutes after your hips finally sunk all the way down. He wasn't girthy, that fucker was long though.
-And when your warm, gummy, walls would flutter around that dick. He could cum right there. He had many a time.
-The way you would milk his already weeping dick with just the glide of your hips was his favorite. Don't act like the fucker doesn't have a tinge of masochism within him.
-Then a lift, and a plap. “Fuck, babe.” It's always a low dragged out groan. His hands finding your hips, just to settle. Just out of habit.
-”Come here, baby.” It's almost reverent the way he says it. He'll pull you close.
-Just like the spasms in your pussy, his grip flutters. Now, was the pièce de résistance, the part that made him welcome death because he had gotten this.
-When he watched you bounce. This was his magnum opus. The blissed out look on your face. The sinful squelching of your sodden cunt with each PLAP of your ass hitting his groin.
-The way your nails dug into his shoulders and your mouth fell open, dumb. That did him in. Always.
-”I'm gone, baby.” He’d always whisper it. Then he'd shoot his hot load into your begging hole. His hips would shudder, but he'd keep rutting until he saw that ring of white at the base.
-"Shit.” He'd rest his sweaty forehead against yours. You're both panting, coming down from the debauchery.
-”She's got me whipped.” He chuckles softly, when you’d swat his shoulder to admonish. “Sorry, both of you.” He corrects.
-He doesn't move afterwards, because again, he's lazy. He'll hold your limp form against his chest. But he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind. Even the cockwarming is by design. Those silken walls, the occasional twitch, his bliss would start soon again.
-And he didn't even have to move for it to happen.
Y'all are gonna make me cry with the engagement ( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡) which is silly to think that I'm crying over smut engagement but truth is stranger than fiction. Anyways...pt.4 for you horny lovelies in case you didn't see. ( ＾ω＾) (^3^)
A/N: Did y'all guess it? Good job(＞ω＜)♡. General updates, I have more where this came from and part 4 of Something New is coming out on Friday. It's going to be a bit longer so, thank you guys for the engagement. As always please feel free to like, reblog, and interact my lovelies! Links to the main where you can find the rest of the series as well as other work and my ko-fi. To the debauchery!
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Smut. AFAB reader. Female reader. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. Fingering. Referring to female genitalia as she. Pet names. Filth below the cut.
-Robert was a menace at times. An unabashed one at that. Especially when it came to playing with your pussy.
-Just like everything else this man did to you it was the build-up that was excruciating. The lack of urgency. The drawn out touches just to have your body taut and your cunt weeping.
-He loved to play with you in that lap dance position. Back against his chest as he had your legs wide open on either side of him.
-The way your head would loll itself back into the crook of his shoulder when he started pressing feather light touches to your clothed clit was adorable to him.
-He could watch you completely. Watch the crotch of your panties get soaked through until you are grinding against his hand, begging for friction.
-Hot breath and soft mewls against his neck as you whine for him to stop playing. Couldn’t he see the mess you made. The slick drooling from your pretty pussy, your throbbing clit.
-The sharp gasp you’d suck in when he pushed aside that sodden cloth and ran his long digits through those glistening folds was adorable.
“Tell me where, baby.” He would whisper before kissing your earlobe. Even though he knew damn well what you needed. He just loved the blissed out way you’d ask.
-He’d huff out a laugh after your whimpering request. Then he’d suck in his own breath as he sunk his fingers into that soaked hole. The way you clamped down, even on his fingers.
-Fuck, she’s still so tight, baby.” He’d hum before pumping them in and out at a steady pace. He’d add another, just to hear you gasp, just to watch her leak.
-He had your syrupy slick running down his wrist. He had pulled out, amused at your whine, to suck you off his fingers. He couldn’t get enough of your nectar.
-Not one to deny you pleasure, he’d resume his stimulation. He’d add his free hand to the mix to tease your clit.
-He’d have to coax you through it as your legs made to clench shut sometimes. “Come on, baby. I can’t make her feel good if I can’t see her.” He would tut.
-The sopping squelches, the panting against his neck, and the twitch of your thighs told him you were close.
-He’d lick a stripe up your neck. Leave a soft litter of kisses as he pumped and vigorously rubbed your clit.
-You’d arch up off of him when you finally squirted all over his hand. The flutter of your pussy relentless even as you came down. Your flushed body. Your half-lidded expression.
-That was definitely his favorite. Well, probably second favorite after lapping up the slick you got all on his hand.
-He’d definitely taste you after. He always did. He couldn’t help himself. He was a munch after all.
A/N: Part 3 is live! Part 4 is currently being worked on. I will be honest and say it might be sometime at the end of next week. In between, I do intend to put out part 4 for the 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱 headcanons. I just want to thank you lovelies so much for the engagement ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡! It has been a bit surreal. I've been writing on and off for so long and it's crazy how some things can randomly pop off. Linking the rules as you will be able to find my masterlist and associated works and intros. You will also be able to find parts 1 and 2 for this series there as well. As always interactions, likes, and reblogs are welcome. Enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of sex-related content. No explicit mentions or descriptions of sex though, yet hehe ( • ̀ω•́ )
Robert was not someone to get obsessed with things. In fact, if there was a condition characterized as the opposite of an addictive personality, he would be that.
But he would say that texting you had become a sort of habit. A seamless addition into the otherwise monotonous life he had procured.
Yea, a habit. That was a fair assessment. It wasn’t necessarily structured, but it was a routine almost. Something he had added into his regular regime.
You texted each other randomly. You’d send him a picture of your breakfast. He’d respond with one of him brushing his teeth. You would ask him how work was.
He would give you the rundown of how Sonar narrowly missed landing himself into another HR violation. He caught himself smiling a couple times while he read your blurbs.
Scratch that, Chase caught him smiling. Of course the old man didn’t hesitate to call him out. “You finally fuckin’ someone?” He announced over the cubicle wall in his classic no filter way.
So much for keeping things lowkey. But then again, he kinda figured Chase would notice something if anyone.
Robert only rolled his eyes in response, opting to ignore it. That didn’t deter the other man though. A brief realization and then an amused hmph left his lips.
“Ah, you like her. Got it. If she’s got you smiling like that, she’s gotta be a good one. Keep it quiet unless you want these fuckers getting all nosy.”
That’s pretty much the last thing Chase said to him about it before dropping it altogether. Somewhere in his head, he was probably thankful for that absurd exclamation of approval from Chase.
That was his plan anyways, it wasn’t PTSD per se, but the previous overlaps of his love life and work just left a bad taste in his mouth.
So yea, he didn’t need that boundary of personal and professional to mix again. He didn’t want something complicated again. Not with you, at least.
He realized how much you could learn about a person just from texting them. Pictures back and forth told a lot. He picked up on what he guessed were favorites or sentimentals.
He knew you had some plushies in your room cause you sent him that one picture of you going to bed. He knew you had a favorite mug with little peacocks painted onto the ceramic from breakfast flicks.
One day, he just asked if he could call, then that stuck. Then there were the rest of the things, the little details he noted through casual conversation.
Your favorite color, the things you liked about work, even what you read from time to time. The progression of two strangers to…well, more than friends was happening in real time.
It was kind of fascinating if he thought about it. Though he didn’t care to dwell on it too long, he didn’t have a habit of overthinking. Well, maybe in this case, a little.
Overall, it was the opposite. In fact, he might be someone who went all in too fast. He thought of himself as more impulsive if anything. But, maybe that was good in this case.
His impulsiveness led to that first date, because that’s honestly what it was. His impulsiveness turned texts into phone calls.
The two of you shared another coffee over a weekend. There was more to talk about, less exposition too.
There were quirks and memories exchanged there. A bit more insight into who you were, who he was. There was still the major omission though, he wasn’t sure how to mention it honestly.
Amongst the SDN, it wasn’t that big of a deal if they learned he was Mecha Man. The entire org was built for and around the hero institution. But, you weren’t an institution, you were just Y/N.
When he did take up the mantle again, or if he did, things could change. Was there a right time to share that? What does it even mean to share that?
He must’ve had that knit in his brows, the one he got when thinking hard, because you tapped his hand.
“You’re doing that again.” You said with that soft smile and a furrow of your own. He responded in kind. “Huh?”
You playfully rolled your eyes but elaborated nonetheless. “That thing where you start thinking about something all hard. Is something bothering you, Robert?”
The sincerity in your tone and the expression of concern almost triggered an odd pang of guilt. Not that he necessarily had anything to feel guilty about.
He didn’t intend to keep that aspect of his identity a secret from you. Especially considering the development between you two.
He was just trying to figure out the timing of it all. But right now, it just didn’t feel right. So, he just shook his head and gave a half smile, his hand falling over yours.
“Nah, just thinking about this. How much of a good time I’m having.” His fingers patting against your knuckles.
If you were skeptical, you didn’t say anything. You smiled tenderly, as you always did, falling back into the throws of conversation.
-”That makes the both of us then.” That eye crinkling grin was already his favorite. He might say it aloud one of these days.
“Oh! Before I forget, I bought this for Beef.” You pulled out a rubber toy from your bag. He let out an amused huff and shook his head once more.
“He’s gonna have as many toys in his bed as you if you keep doing this.” Once again, the words left his mouth before he really thought about it. He ran a hand over his face. “Geez.” He sighed.
You let out an amused cackle at that. “I got what you meant. But to clarify, I don’t keep toys on my bed. They’re in my nightstand.” He wasn’t expecting that, he broke into a rather abrupt laugh.
“Damn, you don’t pull any punches do you?” You give an unapologetic shrug before responding. “You aren’t the only one who can do that deadpan thing.” You can’t help but feel a little smug.
He raised his hand in mock surrender. “Fair enough. Though I gotta say, I was surprised. You’ve got this whole sunshine and rainbows thing going on.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, guess that just means you’re gonna learn a lot more about me the more we see each other.” His lips always twitched up at that.
The consistent acknowledgement that you both were going to see one another again. The acknowledgement of that something that had taken root the instance you two had that coffee.
“Guess I will.” His hand was still on yours. A testament to that soft acknowledgement between the two of you.
“Next time, I could come over. I wanna see how you set up all the toys I got Beef.” You snicker, already amused by the thought alone.
It was his turn to roll his eyes now. “He has no rhyme and reason, honestly. You’d think for how small he is there would be an ease in keeping his shit in one spot but no.” He snorts.
“He’s like a toddler or something. I think one of them is stuffed under the couch or something. I won't lie.” He shrugs as he rubbed a hand behind his neck, in exhaustion at the thought.
You obviously find the entire thing amusing as you let out a soft snort of your own. It was so casual he didn’t immediately catch the fact that you just asked to come over to his place.
“You wanna come over?” He raised a brow, it wasn’t judgemental, simply a broach at sincerity. Though, he was sure you were. You nodded diligently.
“Yea, is that okay?.” You asked in kind. You were giving him space this time. Ball was in his court to serve.
“Yea…yea. I don’t mind. I make some good pasta so you can stay for dinner if you want.” He shrugged. Seemingly maintaining an air of nonchalance, he just lied. Great, too late.
The underlying implications or establishment of the dynamics didn’t seem to matter much right now. Whatever this was, he just wanted to see it though.
You did too, that’s why you gave him a rather wide grin in response. “Let me know what a good weekend is for you then.”
Another reason to text you, to call you, to maintain a rather consistent line of communication that meant something.
The conversation resumed. A smooth and consistent banter of varying displays of wit and charm.
Though you wanted to be a bit cheeky. “Is Beef used to people coming over?” You picked up on a few agoraphobic tendencies.
Not to mention, he told you about his own HR nightmare that was Courtney and Mandy. Though that didn’t necessarily impact his pre-existing preferences of introversion.
“He knows you. We don’t do a lot of visitors but he’ll probably like seeing you if anything.” Even if he wouldn’t rather admit it.
Your smug grin was the reason why. Once again, he rolled his eyes. “You know, you aren’t beating those allegations of liking my dog better than me.”
“You almost sound jealous.” You say after a snicker. The corner of his lips upturned in a smirk at your reaction.
“What? Haven’t earned a right to be yet?” He says returning a self-assured expression of his own.
There it is, that spark once more. A brief moment of charge to dictate aloud a label. Balls in your court now.
Though your expression only softens in response, telling him far more than maybe you intend. “The fact that you’re asking makes me think I gotta try harder to make it clear.”
You say with a more half-lidded expression. “Hopefully, you’ll know the answer by the end of dinner.” You add, fully smirking.
It wasn’t cat and mouse per se. Though both of you knew the underlying tension or rather the chemistry that existed between the two of you.
The tangible implications of the texts, calls, and dates. But, there just didn’t seem to be an urgency to try and say something aloud.
Even in their current state things felt fine, comfortable. The fact of the matter was, you both knew.
The existence of that something that had inexplicably tethered the two of you from the moment Beef led him to you. It had become an objective truth.
There was a bit of excitement there too now. The open declaration that a clarification or more so, an admission will be made at dinner.
The setting seemed reason enough though. This was a step towards the realm of intimacy, of privacy.
The dates over coffee still managed to carry that aura of casualness. Dinner, particularly at his place, meant a dive into potential exclusivity.
Dinner at his place meant drawing a line in the sand and asserting that whatever this was. It exists beyond the realms of a simple correspondence.
“Yea? You know, I don’t think it’ll take that long. Now that I’m thinking about it, I have a feeling I got it.” That half smirk makes its way back to his face.
“Only took you what, countless hours on the phone, two coffee dates, and a dinner proposition, huh?” You can’t help but tease him.
“To be fair, I did tell you about the time I thought I was getting signals and ended up reading something completely wrong. I’m still working off the trauma from that.” He shook his head.
The recollection of that moment with Mandy on the billboard is still making him cringe. Even if it had been a year already.
Though it only amused you more and you let out a series of giggles. “Oh yea! I cannot believe you really kissed your boss like that. Though to be fair, from what it sounds like you weren’t completely off base.” You shrug.
“If it makes you feel any better I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me in a moment like that.” There it was again, an unexpected quip. Though, he was still just as amused this time too.
“Yea, yea.” He dropped the cash on the table before the two of you left. “I’ll let you know, for dinner, okay?” You only nodded in response.
Time to give that something a name. Robert couldn’t say he wasn’t looking forward to that moment.
Summary: You have been alone for most of your life. You had depended on skill and odd jobs to survive. One day a campaign hires you for an undisclosed amount of time. You make the acquaintance of a certain eleven vampire and you feel something in you change.
Pairing: Astarion x female reader
A/N: Sorry for not being active! But hopefully, you'll enjoy this
Warnings: Implied smut, light angst
You were not transparent, at least you never thought you were. But when it came to the continuous sly and sensuous remarks from the likes of a very handsome elven vampire, you scolded yourself at how obvious the heat that spread all across your body showcased itself.
You had never thought of yourself as someone particularly attractive. It wasn’t that you thought yourself to be ugly, you just never had the time nor privilege to make the reckless mistake of having your heartbroken. Your youth was plagued by the need to survive.
You came from squalor, the lack of wealth and reputation amongst your family forced you to become resourceful from a young age. No one ever cast a second glance at the girl whose clothes were always worn and torn.
Your time was constantly being consumed with finding odd jobs to provide. It carried over into your adolescence. You were teased and isolated from others your age on account of your status and disheveled appearance.
Eventually, you were able to garner some sense of stability. You never pawned off hygiene though. Even if your garments were worn, you took your time in cleaning them. You would wash the dirt or sweat vigorously from your body after any rigorous job.
Soon enough, you grew to become a full-fledged adult. Your consistent uptake of laborious tasks through your youth had left you with quite some endurance. Eventually, you opted to take on a kind of pay-for-hire type of lifestyle.
You would go from town to town boasting about your experience in many fields, and how you could complete most tasks for a simply meager fee. Whether it was more domestic like cooking or cleaning, or more discreet tasks such as spying or sleuthing, there was not much you denied.
That is exactly what allotted you to be hired onto this campaign. It seemed your reputation as a jack of all trades had preceded you, unbeknownst to you, to the point where now people were seeking you out.
Which is why, when you were approached by Astarion and his companions to join them on their journey, you were surprised at the revelation he sought you out by name. Of course, you were skeptical at first.
Considering your harsh upbringing it was normal for you to be wary of everyone, especially someone as sly-mouthed as the pale elf. However, seeing the temperament and plight of the others convinced you to slightly lift your guard, plus they were paying you.
So, you joined the troop and quickly learned more about their terrifying conundrums involving mind flayers and demon contracts. You could not help but sympathize with their desperation, recalling all the times you groveled for morsels due to your poverty.
You mostly stayed to yourself, you had not had the privilege to rely on anyone for a majority of your life, and it translated to how you carried yourself socially. Attention was not something you particularly liked especially when it came from men or people who seemed to have ill-intentions.
You had undertaken quite some traumatizing tasks at times out of desperation. You would often recall how cruel and harsh some people had been when they felt entitled to perfection from you. You had the scars to remind you to be wary.
He was like you in that way, you quickly learned. The pale elf had undergone torment and suffering that constantly plagued his thoughts. You realized he hid his pain with cynicism and flirtations. But you noticed something quite early on.
Maybe it was because like sought like but you swore you would hear something else behind his words. Under the guise of shameless flirtations or mock insults, it seemed to be there. You weren’t sure exactly what it was if you were honest, a cry for help, deep longing, you weren’t sure.
Your tasks were quite varied from the moment you got hired by the group. It was a combination of navigator/sleuth/domestic helper if you were to give it some kind of name. When you were not in the midst of some near death confrontation you would prefer to simply help around the camp.
Everyone was kind, for the most part. You had quickly become acquainted with Shadowheart and Karlech on account of finding solace within other well-spoken and strong women. You would often find yourself passing time with them. But nowadays you could not ignore how his lingering became increasingly obvious.
At first, it was Karlech’s teasing that forced you to give it any attention. “It’s kind of nice that whenever I need to find you, I could just follow Astarion’s trails. He always leads me right to you.” Then it was Shadowheart’s irritated quips, “You know it would probably be much more productive if you actually added to these conversations instead of aimlessly staring at Y/N for their entirety.”
He would roll his eyes or respond with some sort of innuendo of how he couldn’t help himself on account of how delicious you looked. You would never admit it but you couldn’t help the effect his words had on you.
He was easily one of the most attractive men you had come across and despite his guarded demeanor, you knew he was simply someone who wanted to be heard. That was one thing you knew you were especially good at.
Having to find any means to survive meant you had to be extremely aware and conscious of the things going on around you. Knowing who required what, where, and how you could provide meant your longevity.
So you decided that this would be no different, you would not only listen but try and hear him. You would initiate interactions with him if he were amongst your group. You would talk to him one-on-one, getting to know a bit more about the elusive vampire spawn.
You could tell how he was caught off guard initially but to say he did not enjoy your attention would be an obvious lie. Eventually, he revealed to you the cause of the constant pain you saw behind his eyes.
In turn, you showed him your own scars and lamented to him about how horrible and cruel the world had been to you. After that day something changed, no longer did he taunt or tease you with innuendos or crass insults.
The others noticed how different he was when he was with you. The softness in his gaze, the small smiles he’d give when you spoke about something with interest. You evoked a side of his they would never get to see in their entire lives.
Had you known that what you began as an attempt to comfort would soon morph into something else entirely you probably would have stopped yourself. But now, it was getting harder and harder to hide the fact that you enjoyed it too.
The softness, the light, the interest that he showed you in response to nearly everything you said or did. It made your heart flutter, you scolded yourself for behaving like a schoolgirl with a young crush.
You were terrified though, terrified that if you said those things out loud it would all shatter. You had experienced little moments of preciousness in your life already. You could not get yourself to risk this, you were not strong enough to deal with losing the feelings he gave you.
But the more you two did not address the obvious tension that had settled between you, the more it only served to urge frustration. You knew he was too much like you. He was scared to admit his true feelings.
His feelings of inadequacy stemmed from the torture he faced at the hands of Cazador. He had no idea how to be with you in the way you both so desperately desired. He was just as nervous about ruining it as you.
So soon enough he tried to turn back, back into the flirty, sensuous Astarion he once was. Going into town and humoring the women of the red-light districts. He was trying to distance himself from you, saving the both of you from whatever he had created in his mind.
Your heart broke at the sight, you played it off when the others asked saying that you had never even mentioned the prospect of being with him in any way. He was free to do whatever he wanted to with whomever he wished. What was the relationship between the two of you to even feel hurt?
But after months of inconsistencies, the nights where he would come to you and softly ask you about how you were and then the next day shack up in some tavern with anyone, you couldn’t take it.
You watched him in the pub tonight speaking to some handsome half-elf. Your jaw clenched as he leaned in and spoke something into his ear making the other man laugh. You got up and made your way over slamming your hand on the bar.
“I am so sorry for interrupting this but I very desperately have to have a very important conversation with the man you are trying to fuck.” You say looking apologetically at the half-elf man.
He raises his brow before giving a curt nod and walking away. You turn to Astarion to find him looking at you with surprise. You kept to yourself and hated unnecessary confrontation so this was out of character for you.
You looked at him and gave a small sigh, “Can I speak to you outside?” He looks at you with both brows raised but seems to have an idea of what you want to say to him. He slowly follows you out of the pub.
“I…I am in love with you!” He looked at you wide-eyed completely taken aback by the abruptness of your confession. Before he has the chance to respond you hold a finger up to signal you weren’t finished.
“I think it was when you were going on about how vain you were despite not being able to see yourself. Although you were trying to hide it with sarcasm, I knew that your upkeep was partially fueled by the desire to have some control over yourself.” You paused before continuing.
“Before I met you, I never entertained the idea that I could be with someone. I was terrified of getting hurt and being abandoned after giving so much of myself to someone. But when I was with you, I couldn’t help but crave the feelings you invoked from me. You made me feel safe, and warm, Astarion.”
“I know that you felt things for me too but you were scared that you wouldn’t be able to be with me because of the things Cazador had done to you. I tried to be okay with the morsels you gave me from time to time, I was used to living like that I thought I could adjust.” Your voice cracked as you continued
“But you messed that up too! You gave me more than enough and now I cannot go back to morsels! I want you! I want to be with you! I want to be the only one for you! Please, can we at least try! I can’t watch you be with anyone else anymore it is tearing me apart!” You admit as tears begin to fall down your face.
Astarion looks at you with a frown. His heart hurts and he feels guilty for being the reason for your pain. He slowly cups your face with his hands and runs his thumbs over your cheeks trying to wipe away the tears.
He justified his behaviors through the thought that he was protecting you, when in reality he knew he was simply running. Running from the fear of failure, from the fear of ruining what little peace existed between you and him, But he knew he couldn’t run forever, maybe this was it.
His sign to move on. The true test to rid himself of the horrible trauma that had cemented itself in his mind from Cazador. He was scared but through your words, he realized that he wasn’t alone. You were just as nervous, as anxious as him.
He leaned in and spoke softly gently trying to calm you down. “I never wanted to hurt you, darling. I was running from my feelings, from yours because I didn’t know if I could love you the way I thought you needed. I thought I was saving you but I ultimately ended up doing the one thing I feared most. Forgive me for my foolishness, my love.”
You continue to sob as you hear his apology. “I know you are scared, but I am too. But I know that if we both want it as bad as I know we do, we could make this work. Will you at least try with me?” You plead to him through your sniffles.
He looks at you for a moment before answering. You see the same small smile that has adorned his features so many times before. The smile he gives is as if he is admiring something so beautiful, so precious, the one that made your resolve crumble and your heart flutters for the first time in your life.
He runs his thumb over your soaked cheek once more before planting a soft kiss against your forehead. “Okay. I Astarion Ancunín will try, try to show you the love you deserve. I will try to keep the smile that you seem to only save for me on your face for as long as you are. I will try to show you just how much your kindness and compassion mean to me by protecting this precious bond we have. I will try.” He says to you softly.
You give him a teary smile and wrap your arms around him. Your chin resting against his shoulder as you cling to him. He rubs his hand up and down your back and turns slightly so his lips graze the curve of your ear. “I am also hopelessly in love with you, darling.”
You pull back and smile feeling elated at his confession, knowing it was not easy for him to admit such a thing. Your sobs had been reduced to the occasional sniffle and he slowly pulled you in. “I must apologize in advance for this but you look absolutely divine even after you’ve been a sobbing mess.” He chuckles lightly.
You give him a smack on his shoulder only eliciting another light chuckle. You slowly look up at him again and raise a hand to rest against his face. You slowly run your fingers through his hair, your thumb catching a few curls.
His eyes flit from your eyes to your lips and he looks at you as if silently asking. You let out a small giggle and respond by leaning in to close the gap. The kiss is soft and gentle allowing the tension and heartbreak of the many torturous months to dissipate.
You pull back and see a mischievous look across his red eyes. “You know you stopped me right when I was about to get some action after a while. I feel like it’s only fair for you to compensate me for my loss, my love.”
You frown as you recall his attempt to bed the half-elf from earlier. He notices and his expression softens. “I was only teasing, darling. That was careless of me to-” You cut him off by dragging him by the arm, through the streets to the nearest inn you see.
You barge in and place some coins on the counter. “One room for the night.” You say as you avoid Astarion’s gaze. You know your face is burning but you are too far in to turn back now. You only hear an amused laugh beside you.
The innkeeper raises a brow but proceeds to take the money and give you a key her movements are swift and precise likely as a result of her many years of seeing things like this. You continue to walk silently towards the room. You could feel Astarion’s gaze burning into the side of your face.
Right before you are about to turn the handle after unlocking the door, Astarion holds your wrist. “My love, we don’t have to do anything. Please, I want you to understand that all I need from you is your love. I don’t need you to feed some carnal lust.” He says eyeing you.
You sigh and place a hand over his. “I know that. I want to do this with you Astarion.” You say to him your gaze unwavering. He raises your hand to his and gives it a chaste kiss. He gives you a small nod.
You are beaming as you enter the room hand in hand. You are nervous but you are confident in your love. You were ready to take this step, for you although it was new, you wanted this with Astarion.
Clothing discarded slowly, piece by piece, he gently pushed you till the back of your legs hit the bed frame. “You are easily the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure to be with, my love.”
You feel your body flush at hearing his compliment you look away. He gently grabs your chin and turns it back to him. “Let me show you exactly how a woman like you deserves to have their mind, body, and soul worshipped.” He whispers before pulling you in for a kiss.
That night he walks you through so many unforgettable firsts. By the time dawn approaches, you are panting, trembling, and exhausted. He holds your spent body gently as he caresses your hair, praising you for how well you did.
As you inevitably drift off into sleep you can’t help but feel an overwhelming wave of contentment wash over you. You never thought this would ever be a possibility due to the lifestyle you were forced to take on.
Yet here you were, in the arms of a man who had promised to cherish and love you. You smiled as you pressed your body closer to his. To think that your skill of listening would pay off to this extent amused you.
You slowly felt yourself succumb to exhaustion with a smile on your face.
Reblogging for the algorithm. Updates: Something new part 3 likely comes out tomorrow. Part 4 for of the Munch headcanons will likely be out this weekend or next week. But for more of my work here's my masterlist
A/N: In between working on the next chapter for something new this was stuck in my head. Never say mama doesn't feed y'all.
ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ). Anyways, commence the debauchery. As always feel free to reblog, like, and comment. Links to pt.1 and pt.2. My rules as well. I also have a ko-fi. I teased the next one at the end, did y'all catch it ( - ᴗ •́ ).
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Smut. AFAB reader. Female reader. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. Oral sex. Male receiving. Pet names. Filth below the cut.
-Giving him head is always fun. He’s his most reactive then. He's always so gentle too. It's kinda cute. We know he’s lazy at sex. This isn’t too different, he just gets to lay back.
-He'll have his hand tangled in your hair. Just as a perch. He doesn't push or guide. It's more like his quirk.
-His abs ripple, he'll twitch, you loved to pull the occasional sharp gasps from him. He’s so responsive, more vocal here than with anything else.
-”Fuck!” He'd shudder out as you spit on his head. You always start the same. Licking a long stripe from balls to tip. Gathering up as much drool as you could.
-Then you'd let the wad drip from your lips where you'd use it to coat his red, mushroom head. Watching you do it made him leak more.
-The precum would drag down his cock. Simply weeping for you to close your soft lips around it. You'd tease him first though, you always did.
-You would enclose your lips around his tip, locking it in. You'd prod his dripping slit with your tongue. You would swirl and poke, sucking and humming to begin the stimulation.
-His eyes would close as he dropped his head back against the headboard. His own sounds are a release of low drawn out groans and breathy words.
-“So good, baby. Feels so good.” The last word or syllable always dragged out in a low groan. Then, when you’d start taking his length down your throat he'd start his grunts and moans.
-Ah…ah! Fuck! It's warm, baby. Fucking hot!” He’d grit out from time to time. The noises always got him too. He was long after all. The squelching gags were inevitable.
-But they were so hot. The feeling of his length hitting the back of your throat. The globs of spit coating his dick and your face. Fuck, it was like a movie.
-He'd wipe at the side of your mouth with his thumb. You looked so fucked out. He loved that. Loved you. Loved how it felt like your throat was made just to gag on his cock. That it was made to house his dick.
-The times you would manage to take all of him in, the times your nose would hit the trimmed hair of his crotch, he’d arch a bit. Reflexively, his hips pushing up to chase the feeling.
-”God! I’m gone!” The only time his grip would tighten in your scalp and he’d go still. Your eyes never leave his form as he came undone.
-The flex in his abdomen followed by his hot seed filling your mouth. His half-lidded expression which you would mirror with siren eyes of your own. You were always so proud of yourself.
-You’d swallow while he was still in your mouth. Sometimes causing some overstimulation as he could feel your throat constrict and relax with each gulp.
-”Shit! Easy, babe.” You’d then release him with a pop. You crawl up his body and meet him for a sloppy kiss. He groans into it and pulls you down onto him. His hand tracing the line of your spine.
-A kiss against your hairline as his free hand rested on your hip. “Love you. So much.” He’d sigh, satisfied after his spent.
-You’d whisper your own into the crook of his shoulder. He’d move his hand to run through your hair. Just the two of you, coming down from the high. Until he’d smirk.
-"You’re wet.” Even though he says it so matter-of-factly you know where the fucker was going. His fingers already started their descent. Not so lazy now, huh.
A/N: Part 2 already. Lemme know how y'all like it. As always likes, reblogs, and interactions are welcome. My rules page where you can find additional info including my masterlist, where you can find Part 1 and my other work.
Warnings: Fluff
“So.” You said after sipping your iced coffee. There was a beat of palpable silence before you both couldn’t help but crack up at that temporary moment of charge. You shook your head before continuing. “Damn, I really thought that would be a hell of an icebreaker too.” You can’t help but laugh at yourself for that.
He mirrors with a dry sound of his own. “Not the worst, but there wasn’t much ice to begin with anyways.” He shrugs, he felt a bit more settled after that. His shoulders weren’t strung, he wasn’t taut. Not that he would’ve been anyways, you were pretty disarming. Well, pretty and disarming. Fuck, corny as hell.
Again, that upturned tug of your lips. It was probably that, because it was a bit infectious. There was something about it that seemed to ease him in. It was a cliche honestly, but not like he was immune to charm. That must’ve been part of it too. Though, he probably would’ve thought it corny if he didn’t already think you were cute.
Admitting that to himself didn’t seem as dramatic as he thought it might’ve. But then again, so far nothing had gone the way he thought it might have. That was for the better probably. He was still in his head, until you cast him a furrowed smile. He let out an awkward huff and rubbed his neck with a half-smile.
“Sorry, guess I was staring, huh?” You shook your head, expression softened. “We can call it gazing. You snort apparently amused by your own quips. It was endearing actually. The way you weren’t seemingly self-conscious or calculating what you wanted to say. He liked that. He made another note in his head.
“Gazing. Sure. Giving me all the benefit of the doubt, huh?” He smirked. Though after thinking about how that may have come across he cringed. “Not that, you shouldn’t. I mean that sounded kinda weird.” You cut him off with a soft snicker. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before cutting himself off with a sip from his mug.
“Are you nervous or something?” You ask, still amused. Absentmindedly stirring the straw in your coffee as you propped your fist under your chin. There it was again that soft tilt of your head. He reeled himself in, let out a soft breath, gave another half shrug. “Guess so. Believe it or not, I don’t just go around asking people I just met for coffee.”
You chuckle lightly, leaning in and putting a faux conspiratorial lilt in your voice. “Believe it or not, I don’t just go to coffee with guys I just met.” Just like that the volley was back. The cool tone of a simple conversation getting its bearings again. A sort of, reorientation to the atmosphere to the previous chill.
“Ah, so we’re here on your passing whim. Got it.” He chuckles, leaning back again as he takes another sip. You give a soft shrug of your own, raising your brows, a casual bite of the corner of your lip. “More like, Beef’s whims. Your pup seems like he’s a good wingman.” You say with a chuckle as you glance down at the dog who was curled up quietly.
“Just so you know that was pure coincidence. I'm not in the business of luring cute strangers to coffee shops using my dog.” He says with an amused shake of his head. You let out a soft tut through your teeth. “I'm hurt, gave you my name just so we wouldn't be strangers. Guess I gotta work harder.” You say with an exaggerated sigh.
“Guess you do. No rush though, I think I'm still down for nursing another cup.” He smirks, taking up his mug again. You hum in response, mirroring him with a sip of your own. “So, Robert.” You start, a soft snort leaving your nose at the subtle nod to the top of the conversation.
“You have a dog, you drink black coffee, and you don't ask strangers out for coffee. All very compelling.” You can't help but tease before continuing. “But before I inevitably give you my number, you gotta give me a bit more substance to work with.” You add with a soft smile. Cute, for sure.
“Oof. Really putting me on the spot there.” He chuckles but ponders for a second, arms crossed as he leaned against the table. “I work at SDN.” He shrugs. You raise your brows, intrigued. “Wow, am I sitting across from a hero? Is this your Clark Kent moment?” You hum, leaning in.
You kept tugging that half smirk from him. “Not so glamorous, anymore at least. Just a hero dispatcher.” He says that, the passing referral to his Mecha Man days was intentional. Though if you did notice you didn't press. Just another soft expression and your next response.
“Ah, that must be crazy. Having to quickly assess and act. Bet you got crazy stories.” You hum as you swirl the straw in your glass. “How long have you been doing it?” He taps the side of his mug absentmindedly. Raising his hand and holding up his finger.
“About a year now, at least I think.” He snorts. “Honestly, shifts can blur together. They're kinda inconsistent too. You never know what kinda shit you're gonna have to deal with. But I got a pretty solid team.”
You nod as you take in his answer. You're a pretty active listener. At least, that's what it seemed like. “So you get along with them? Your team and all?” You were genuinely curious. There was no pretense or underlying motives it seemed.
He smirked at the memory of his first interactions with the Z team. Crazy how it has been almost a year now. Not that he had forgotten the hero gig himself, but this part of him was important now. At least, that’s what he learned.
“More or less. Now more so than from jump.” He chuckles as he recalls that first shift, a bit nostalgically. “They put me in charge of a new initiative of conditioning, I guess you could call it. Putting the new guy to break in new guys. Sounds like it should've been a disaster honestly.” He shook his head in amusement as he reflected now.
You found his own expression contagious. You let out an amused noise of your own. That soft twitch of your lips. “Well, sounds like you broke yourself in. You talk about it like you enjoy it. That's the goal, no?” You ask with that tilt. It's a habit. Noted.
“Yea…yea. No, you're right. It…was a learning curve, for sure. But, can't say I regret it.” He says with a gruff exhale, acknowledging. “Well, that's the point then.” You grin before raising your glass with a bit of exaggerated refinement. He was starting to think that maybe you were beating him in terms of corniness. Not that he minded.
“To no regrets.” You chuckle lightly. Infectious. He raised his own mug and you gave his edge for a soft clink. “No regrets.” He nods in agreement. A comfortable pause before he starts. “So, Y/N.” He amused himself, you two already had a whole motif going on. He wondered if that would be a thing.
“Do I get the rundown on you? Or are we gonna have to play phone tag after you drop your digits?” He was being playful, as a way to leave space. For you to lead however you wanted from there. Your little grin gave him a good idea of where though.
“Well, might not be as exciting as dispatching superheroes I'm afraid.” You give a soft shrug. “I do social work. It can be intense but it's what I do.” There's something in your tone that makes him feel like there's more there. But he won't press.
“You look like the selfless type.” He quipped. Though it was genuine. The lack of inhibitions based on the vibes so far led him to that conclusion. You returned a smile. “That’s a pretty heavy assumption.” He caught the modesty, it only makes you more endearing. “You probably deal with heavy shit. I think it’s a fair assumption.” He smirks.
Seemingly satisfied with his little power nap, Beef stirred. He did a little stretch and a nice shake.
He nudged at Robert's leg. He was probably all ready for another mini-stroll. Robert runs his hand over the pup's head in temporary placation. You chuckle. “Guess that's the cue to wrap up, huh?” You snort.
“He's just excited cause he caught some sleep. He can tire himself out again just from chasing his tail.” You laugh at that. “Although I don’t doubt that, I don’t wanna be the one between him and his feeding time. I did promise you my number though, don’t worry.” You say as you pull out your phone.
“Ready whenever you are.” You look up at him. He reached into his sweatpants and slid the phone towards you. You pop in your number, you send him a text to watch the screen light up with a ping. “Next time, I’ll bring something for Beef.” You say as you slid his phone back. It wasn’t a question. You said it so matter-of-factly, it was an absolute.
“Careful, if you make plans like that I’m gonna think you’re more into my dog than me.” The joke was his attempt at nonchalance. To not sit too long with the fact that the certainty of your next meeting was making him feel…good. Yea, lets say good it was catch all enough. “Well, I gotta pay my dues. No Beef would’ve meant this probably wouldn’t have happened.”
You wave your hand, gesturing between the two of you with that gentle beam. Warm, the expression was warm. He lifted his phone from the table. He looked at your message, his lips drawing into an almost small simper. First, your greeting with your name. Then, the second bubble, So…next time?
They had a thing. “I guess that’s an inside joke now.” He said as he pocketed his phone. “Good, means this is something.” You shrug as you finish your coffee. Something. You said it aloud. That acknowledgement of the underlying existence of whatever it was you both were feeling. “Something. Guess that’s one way to put it.” He added, he pulled out his wallet.
Parsing through, he placed cash on the table. You furrowed your brows.There was still no urgency. Both of you were just there until it felt like a conclusion. “Is that okay? You don’t mind, do you?” The polite concern he could hear in your words was making you even more endearing to him.
He shook his head, waving a hand in dismissal. “I was agreeing. Sorry, sometimes the deadpan makes it seem like I’m being cynical.” He chuckles, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “I feel like this is…good. Like I think it’s something we’re gonna look forward to. That sounds corny.” He shook his head once more.
Though your expression only softens in response. “I like corny.” Ba-dum. The way you said it, made that happen or maybe it was the way you looked right now. This smile had your eyes crinkling. He didn’t mind though. If this was a year ago, if shit was still as complicated. If he was still in the same place maybe this would’ve terrified him.
But right now, it didn’t. Once upon a time, he probably would’ve complained of the novelty of it all. Instead, he found himself eager to go further. The unknown should scare him, it used to. Maybe there’s a point to soul searching, not that Robert was big into it. But if learning to make peace led him here. If it led to this, to you. He was looking forward to what came next.
Maybe he was jumping the gun. But for some reason, he didn’t mind. No weird complexes about self-image or unknown variables really mattered to him, at least in this moment. He liked that. He liked you. So, fuck it, something new it was.
