❛ The world kneels to certainty, yet the forest keeps its own counsel. Some hear its voice and answer, most are devoured by it. But I am without limit, and no order fashioned by men can bind me. ❜
𝖘ummary ╋━ the world rushes past you, slipping through your fingers like sand, while he moves at the pace of eternity. you are nothing alike, and somehow exactly the same.
𝖈ontent : Adam Frankenstein ( The Creature ) x F ! Reader, canon divergence, slightly ooc creature, mentions of blood and death, religious symbolism, body horror, gothic themes, slow burn, forbidden love, introspective characterization, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, moral ambiguity, eventual smut, mutual pining, not really period accurate.
𝔞uthor n𝔬𝔱e ◂ guys i couldn't contain myself, ever since i watched the new Frankenstein movie my obsession with the creature has been awakened ㅜㅜㅜ this is a mini series and it is also somewhat inspired by something i already wrote but for another character. also all poems, quotes n whatnot are made by me! if you'd like to use any just lmk. okay enjoy this first part ♡
Lay fragile tears upon the pillows
Through mist, when night descends
A thought spoken with a loud heart.
For this winter asks its cold
Is held close in drifting stardust sleds.
Winter arrived early this year. Frost clings to the ground before the harvest is finished and the town feels quieter than it ever has. People speak only in hush as they cross the square, their doors close earlier, fires burn lower, and food is less and less.
The forest looms at the edge of everything, and it is dark and patient, and untouched by anyone who values their life. Children are told that the roots twist like serpents at your ankles, that the fog can make a person lose their name and mind, so no one steps past the first line of trees unless they are desperate or foolish.
Unfortunately, you have always been both.
Your house sits close to the woods, farther from town than your mother would prefer. Your father chose this place because he loved the sound of wind weaving through thick branches as he said it made the world feel alive, and after he died you tried to keep that thought close, but grief has a way of draining color and continuance from things, and even the garden he tended with such care has sagged into brittle stalks and frozen soil.
You stand in the doorway and stare at it now. Pale light spreads across the frost. Your mother ties her shawl tighter and comes to your side, her voice now a nagging sound, so different from the one which used to sing you lullabies of knights and dragons.
"You should clear the dead plants." She sounds tired. "The priest says we must keep our homes in order. It shows discipline."
You do not answer so your mother hesitates before speaking again. "He wants to bless our house before the first snow settles. It would ease things."
"Ease what?" The words slip out harsher than you'd want them to.
She sighs and rubs her fingers together as if warming a prayer. "People trust him. He speaks with conviction, he knows scripture. He gives bread to the poor."
"He gives bread after taking money from the people." You step away from the doorway and walk to the half lacquered table next to the fire. "That is not holiness."
Your mother watches you carefully. "He asked about you."
Your stomach tightens, suddenly the fire not warm enough. "Why?"
"He said you carry yourself with dignity. He asked if you had ever considered a future beyond this house." She folds her hands. "He believes he can offer security."
"I do not need his security, mother."
Her voice drops lower, eyes growing restless. "The world is changing. We cannot pretend it is not. The town follows him because he gives them certainty. He speaks of rules and order, and people cling to that in times like these."
"Times like these are because of people like him."
You look out the window again and the forest stands silent beyond your father's dying garden. "Did you agree to anything?"
"I told him I.. would think." She reaches for your arm. "You cannot live your life alone in this house. Not after him."
You pull away from the grasp, eyes wide as you look at her. "I am not alone!"
She does not argue. She only turns back to the kitchen as if the conversation is too familiar to carry any longer.
Foolish girls who believe in children's stories have a way of getting lost, in a sense that your dreams may be able to kill you, or take all that is dear if you dare follow them. You may be foolish, but what was dear to you is long gone, taken by those who burn the books with such stories.
You wait until the fire crackles low in the hearth and your mother begins her nightly prayers by the bed you no longer share.
You slip outside and let the cold bite your cheeks. The scent of the forest is clean and warmer than any fire made from stolen wood. You walk toward the tree line with steady steps and the deeper you go the quieter the world behind you gets. Snow gathers in the hollows of roots, branches creak as the wind brushes past them, with ice jewelry adorned at the tips.
The moon shines pale through gaps in the canopy, lighting the snow like steaming milk. You know the path by memory now, you have walked it ever since your father died for grief needs a place to settle and the forest is the only place where ghosts and fools gather alike.
Tonight the silence breaks past the pond up ahead. A soft cry, weak and pained.
You move toward it instinctively, though you don't know what thay instinct should be named. Perhaps imbecility, as your mother would call it.
Your hands push aside a curtain of branches thick with ice. When you look through them you see a figure that holds a oil lamp, kneeling in the snow with a doe that lies in front of him, its side torn open by something sharp. Blood stains the icy quilt around its legs.
The man touches the wound with careful fingers. His size should make the moment frightening, but there is nothing violent in him as he bends his head, speaking to the animal.
"Who would do such thing?"
You step closer destitute of thought.
He is like no man you have ever seen. Taller, broader, shaped by strength that looks almost carved from ice on which winter lay a kiss of life. His skin holds a pale unnatural tone, with scars that cross his face just as remnants of a life you cannot imagine. His expression is focused, but far from cruel. The moon reveals the depth of his eyes, and there is sorrow, there patience.
The doe trembles from cold but not from fear. He rests his hand softly on its neck, and you do not dare breathing.
The man lifts his head. His gaze shifts toward the trees that shield you. Your heart rams against your ribs and you hold your breath as if stillness can make you invisible to his eyes.
And for a moment he listens. Snow settles on his immense shoulders whilst his eyes narrow, searching in the shadows.
Then he returns to the doe. He whispers something, a sound you can barely understand, yet his voice sounds so sickly sweet. He helps the animal rise after patching its gash with a piece of his own trench. When it limps away he stays in the snow, watching it until the forest swallows its shape, only then does he stand.
His warm breath clouds the air and he turns and walks deeper into the trees where the darkness folds around him like a placid embrace.
You remain a long while after he is gone. Your fingers are numb from the cold branches you've been gripping, yet your heart is not.
When you finally return home your mother sits by the already dead fire with her rosary in hand. She does not look up, only you can hear the disappointment in her voice, coiling around at your ankles.
"Where were you?" Her words are quiet, but the outrage is hard to miss out.
"Walking." You hang your cloak up on the doorway hook. "I needed air."
"Air." She scoffs but continues praying.
Later as you lie in bed you close your eyes and see the figure in the snow with the dying doe, his hands gentle, his voice just as those lullabies that put you to sleep when you were little.
You turn onto your side and breathe against the cold pillow, restless, as your lids fall heavy, dreaming of a certain stranger.
In the morning you take a fresh loaf of bread, you wrap it in cloth and you do not tell your mother where you are going.
You cross the frostbitten garden and enter the forest path once more, this time not searching for silence, but searching for him. You find a small cabin tucked between the pines, its door half hidden by bushes and shurbs. You hesitate, then place the bread on the step, bou do not knock.
You leave as quietly as the snow crunching under your feet lets you, and in the distance you can make out a small pool of frozen blood.
And the broken ice, fleeting,
Drifts slowly down the river with leaves.
In the hollow of a tree one hears softly
The tapping of a dear woodpecker.
The world had never offered him answers. Life, as he understood it, was stitched together from absence and noise, from moments of touch and neglect, from warmth never meant to remain. He wondered if all creation felt as hollow as this, if existence was only a series of encounters too brief to make sense of, too fleeting to grasp. The snow, the wind, the rebirth of flowers, the falling again, the ache in his shoulders, the stillness of trees... They were his companions, impartial and patient, but their silence lay way to things only other living beings could ease.
Yet living beings when they saw him, fled or screamed in terror. Yes, he got used to that.
He had wandered long after the death of the one who gave him form, long after the name Frankenstein had ceased to matter. He stopped counting seasons long ago. The woods had become his refuge, the shadows his home, and the water his constant mirror. In these moments, he thought, perhaps existence was not a gift, though he tried to live it. Perhaps it was only a question that refused an answer.
And yet, even in questions, small things could arrive.
He found it first at the threshold of his cabin, left neatly on the worn step, a loaf of bread, crusty and warm in the chill air, and a wedge of something soft wrapped in violet cloth. The smell was faint but familiar in its deal.
He bent and held it carefully, aware of its shape in his hands. Who leaves such things for him? He wondered.
The forest had taught him patience, and yet curiosity ate hungrily at the ends of that patience, left suppressed. He glanced toward the trees, but no one was there, no one watched.
Perhaps it was the wind that had left it, or the snow settling in its quiet insistence. Perhaps it was a trick of the mind, and in such a case, it was cruel. So very cruel.
He set the food down on the small table inside the cabin. He studied it, smelling the bread, turning the cheese slowly in his large, careful hands. He thought of his own hunger, not just for sustenance but for warmth, recognition, for a hand held without recoil.
No one had ever given him such a gift knowing what he really was. Not a glance, not a word. Not a thing.
He ate slowly. Perhaps it was hope. Perhaps it was caution. Perhaps it was the faintest taste of companionship.
When he finished, he placed the cloth on the table, smoothed it flat, and stared into the flickering shadows cast by the stove. Outside, the forest slept in silence, the wind sifting through branches and diamonds. He wondered if he had been made to see such things, to understand, to feel, or if he had merely been abandoned with them. Though thinking of such did hurt more than his heart.
And yet the bread had been left for him, no? That meant something, that meant the world had not yet completely forgotten him, though it had almost.
He did not sleep that night. He watched the shadows, listened to the forest, and thought of the hands that had given him gift without a sound. In the cold, he imagined them as human and he imagined them brave. He imagined them alone with a heart, as he had always been.
Perhaps, he thought, the world was not yet finished. The world was bigger than one sole life forced to be lived.
Snow now falls softly
On the cold, wet earth.
A carriage passes once more.
The morning thaws into a brittle afternoon by the time you return home. Your mother stands at the window, hands clenched around her rosary and only looks away when she hears the door shut.
"There were men in the square today. Three of the Devoted, cloaks white as bone. They went door to door asking who has been in the forest these past few nights."
Your breath falters. You look down to see the snow still clings to your skirt, betraying you. "What did you tell them?" you ask.
"The truth." She looks at you. "I said my daughter stays home. That she is obedient. That she knows better."
You lower your gaze. "I do know better."
"Do you?" Her voice cracks. "The Devoted aren't harmless, child. Father Silas says the woods are cursed, that something unnatural stirs there! They say Saint Ivar burned villages long ago to keep such things from spreading. They believe it is righteous to do the same again."
Your pulse stutters as your mother steps closer, gripping your arm with cold fingers. "You will not go back there." she warns. "You will not wander that path again. Promise me."
You swallow, the lie already forming frost on your tongue "I promise." But the forest calls to you even now.
Your mother releases you and returns to her prayers. Outside, bells toll from the chapel, scraping across the sky. A summons. Or a reminder. Surely a warning.
You sit by the window, staring at the edge of the woods where shadows gather early, watchful. You don't know why your heart aches the way it does and you do not know why the Devoted's patrol makes something inside you twist and burn but you do know one thing. You will not let them find him.
Night comes down frozen over the forest. The snow muffles your footsteps as you move closer to the cabin, careful not to disturb the silence. The door stands slightly ajar, dark inside, the faint smell of wood and smoke lingering from earlier days.
You step inside, glancing over the rough table, the uneven chairs, the stove cold and silent. The violet cloth rests there, folded neatly, and your fingers brush it with care. Your chest twists at the thought of him. Did he eat it all? Was he scared when he found it?
A sudden rustle near the doorway makes you freeze. A small rabbit emerges from the shadows, its white fur glowing in the soft moonlight. It sniffs the floor so delicate, its ears twitching.
"Hello, angel." You kneel, keeping your voice down to not scare it away. "Don't tell your friend I was here." The rabbit tilts its head, as if understanding, then hops a few steps and freezes again. You reach out your hand slowly, letting it sniff your fingers before it darts back toward the forest.
You rise quietly, smoothing the cloth on the table one last time. The cabin feels impossibly still. You step back into the snow, careful not to leave a trace.
You do not see the movement above, among the dark boughs of the pines. Eyes larger than any human’s, pale and sorrowful, follow you from the shadows. The Creature crouches among the branches, waiting, his heart thrumming with a strange and unfamiliar warmth.
The snow falls around him as he watches you disappear along the path. The world beyond the trees does not feel entirely forbidding now.
太⠀𝖘ummary⠀ 💬🌸⠀⠀ ׅ You stumble into a dark alley and accidentally interrupt the hero of the city while he’s getting roughed up. One well placed swing later, and he’s got a reason to remember you.
❤︎⠀ 𝖙ags 𓈒⠀ ⠀꣹ ⠀Robert Robertson (MechaMan) x f!reader, afab reader, mentions of violence & blood, flirting, strangers to lovers pretty much, pwp, canon divergence, fingering & head (F receiving) unprotected P in V, Robert is hung ™, orgasm denial (once!!), creampie, light chocking, mean Rob but actually he's a softie and WHIMPERS !
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You don't mean to get involved. You really, really don’t.
You were supposed to be returning home with your two comically overfilled grocery bags, minding your own business, pretending you’re not living in a city where superpowered idiots regularly punch holes in buildings, cars and people.
But when you turn the corner and see the guy who’s been plastered all over every billboard lately getting absolutely worked by two men twice your size, you don't know why but you stopped.
It’s messy, it’s so loud, and he's on one knee, breathing hard, knuckles split open, looking like he’s one second from blacking out.
You know you should walk away, you know this isn’t your fight, because you don't fight. Except then the bigger thug kicks him in the ribs so hard you hear a crack echo off the alley walls.
And you move. You don’t think. You don’t plan, just act.
You grab the nearest thing you can find, which happens to be a broken chunk of brick and you sprint forward like someone completely detached from the concept of self preservation. Your heart is hammering, your palms slick, and you hit the guy square in the side of the head with every ounce of adrenaline you’ve got.
He stumbles then turns, looking stunned that a random nobody just whacked him.
"Back off!" you shout, even though your voice shakes embarrassingly.
The few seconds you buy are all he needs. The beaten up hero surges up behind the guy, hooks an arm around his neck, and slams him into the pavement with a very tired and very pissed off grunt.
The second thug doesn't even wait, he just panics "Man, fuck this!" curses, and bolts down the street.
"Hey, language!" You yell after him.
The alley goes quiet except for your breathing and his. He wipes blood from his lip then blinks at you.
And for the first time, you finally see him up close and not in those hideous photos you've seen all around town.
He's very good looking, even with that mask on, while bleeding, with dark eyes, jaw dusted with stubble, shoulders broad. He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re real.
"Did you just hit that guy for me?" he asks oddly amused.
You realize your hands are still shaking and you drop the brick. "I—I think so? I didn’t really have a plan."
He huffs a tired laugh, winces at the pain, and then looks you over, not checking you out, but checking for injuries.
"You alright?"
"I’m fine."
You swallow. "Are you?"
He nods once, still catching his breath, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Thanks." he says quietly. "Didn’t expect backup."
You shake your head immediately. "I’m not— I don’t work for whoever you work for." you mumble, staring at literally anything that isn't him. "I was just… passing by. And you looked really miserable. For a hero, I mean." You snort.
His mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile. You groan quietly. "Okay, that sounded so rude. Whatever. Glad you’re not dead. I’m gonna— yeah, I’m gonna go home now."
You give him the world's most awkward little nod and turn away, already replaying every second and dying inside at your own stupidity.
He watches you go, something curious flickering in his bloodied up expression.
Your shoes slap against pavement as you walk away, heart thundering and jumping in 6 different directions. You’re embarrassed. Mortified, actually. Who does that? Who jumps into a fight between enhanced criminals and a spandex wearing.. whoever he is? You don’t even know his name, and it doesn't matter because you plan to never meet him again.
Its 6AM. You push open the front door of your apartment building and almost slam straight into a hoodied man you don't recognize standing right outside.
Oh great. A hobo. Amazing. Perfect. Exactly the morning you deserve.
You raise your free hand in a tiny panic gesture.
"Listen, I’m sorry, I don’t have cash." you blurt out. "But I can buy you a sandwich if you’re really—"
He lifts his head.
Your words die instantly.
He is painfully handsome. Stupidly handsome. With the cutest freckles. As you stare at him he starts to speak "Morning."
Your heart stops. You know that voice. You so know that voice. From last night’s absolute chaos.
It’s him.
You freeze in place, coffee halfway to your mouth.
"Oh my god..." you whisper. "You’re—"
He nods once, almost sheepish, like he knows exactly what you just thought about him two seconds ago when you tried to buy him a sandwich.
"Yeah." he says. "Didn’t mean to freak you out."
You stare, scrambling for dignity. "I thought you wereㅡ someone else."
His mouth twitches close to a smile. "Someone who needed a sandwich?"
You groan into your sleeve. "Forget that."
"No." he says softly. "That one I’m keeping."
You try to step around him, desperate to flee the scene of your own humiliation, but he shifts too, not blocking you, just staying close. "You, uhhㅡ heading to work?" he asks, voice gentler now.
"Yes." you say a little too fast. "And before you say anything, you don’t have to thank me. Or follow me. Or check on me. I’m fine."
He studies you for a moment. "I wasn’t here for a speech." he says quietly. "Just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt."
Your throat tightens unexpectedly. "...I’m not, clearly." He nods, shoulders easing. "Yeah, I can tell."
Silence stretches awkwardly, and neither of you knows what to do with it. You clear your throat. "I’m gonna miss my bus."
"I know."
You squint. "How do you know where my bus stop is?"
Another shrug that's casual but not convincing. "You live here, don't you?"
"That’s not an answer."
He steps back, giving you the space he kept forgetting to give. "I’ll walk you." he says. "If you let me."
You hesitate but he waits.
"Fine. Just don’t make it weird."
A small smile breaks across his face that's way too pretty for someone with a bruised jaw and three stitches on one brow.
"No promises."
"Wait—" you blink hard, stepping back. "Why are you just.. showing me your face? Isn’t that like hero 101? Don’t reveal your identity to random people on the street?"
"Well you're not a random person on the street." He shrugs.
He shifts his weight, eyes flicking down to the pavement then back to you. There’s a small, crooked smile still at the corner of his mouth, like he’s trying not to look smug and failing. "It wasn’t exactly a choice.." he says. "You walked out and looked right at me."
"Yeah, but you didn’t run, or drop kick yourself off the building, or I don’t know.. turn invisible."
He snorts. "I can’t turn invisible."
"That’s not the point."
He exhales, slow, debating how honest he wants to be. Then he meets your eyes again. "You think I’d go through all the trouble of following you at six in the morning if I wanted to hide?"
Your mouth goes dry. "What does that mean?"
He rubs the back of his neck, jaw tightening for a second before he admits. "It means last night kind of... stuck in my head."
You freeze. Oh.
"You didn’t hesitate." he says. "Normal people don’t sprint into a street fight just cause some guy’s losing."
"I didn’t sprint." you argue weakly. "I panicked. And I slipped. And my hand just hit someone with a brick."
He raises a brow. "You still clocked him."
You look away because your face is boiling.
"And it was hot."
Your brain flatlines. "You—" you choke. "No, absolutely not, you can’t just say that—"
"Why not?" he shrugs. "It’s true."
You sputter, gripping your coffee like it’s a holy artifact. "Okay, but why reveal your identity? Why show up here? Why—"
He cuts you off with a small tilt of his head. "Because I want to take you out. And I’m not doing that in a mask and spandex."
"What?"
He steps just a little closer. "I’m asking you out." he says. "Properly. With my actual face. Which you’ve now seen."
You try to form words, any words. Your mouth opens then closes, because your brain has apparently decided to stop supplying power in moments of crisis.
"But you don’t even know me." You finally manage.
"I know some stuff." He says simply. "And I want to know the rest."
He watches you, patient, waiting. "So." he says quietly. "You gonna say no? Or should I keep showing up outside your building like a creep?"
"No! No, please don't do that." You sigh. "Look, this is sweet and I feel like I'm in a movie butㅡ" You bite your lower lip, the sudden memory of just how long it’s been since anything, anyone, made you feel like this hitting you square in the chest. Your life hasn’t exactly been sprinkled with magic lately. Maybe it’s time you let something wild and unexpected in.
Life's supposed to be filled with crazy moments, and if those moments include a date with a hero, consequences be damned.
"You know what? Yeah." You frown at yourself, because it feels unreal to say it out loud, and you tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Pick me up tomorrow at eight."
He's shocked to say the least. Delighted, but shocked. He expected at least a full day of spiraling for you to think about it.
He opens his mouth, maybe to thank you or make a joke, but you suddenly whirl around because your brain has remembered something far more urgent.
"Oh, fudge nuggetsㅡ!" As you sprint away.
"I'm Robert! By.. the way.." He calls after you, voice fading as the bus doors close behind you.
By the time the bus hisses as it drives away, your heart is still climbing its way up your throat. You collapse into the nearest seat breathless, clutching your bag. A date with a hero. An actual hero! Who waited outside your building for you which is a bit strange actually. But he looked at you some way you hadn’t been looked at in a long time.
Maybe hitting that guy with a brick wasn't such a bad idea after all.
For the rest of the ride to work, you stare out the window and replay every second of the conversation, wincing every few minutes when you remember the part where you yelled 'Fudge nuggets' like you were eighty five years old and escaping a church bake sale.
Your stomach flips so hard you swear it makes the bus wobble on the road.
The next day comes faster than any other, you think. Work drags and flies at the same time, and by the time you’re home you’ve already showered twice because nervous sweating decided to make a cameo appearance, so perfect timing!
Your apartment looks like a tornado was hired as a personal stylist, with clothes everywhere, a makeup bag open on the floor and a single shoe in the bathroom sink for reasons you no longer remember.
You finally settle on something nice but not try hard, of course cute but not 'I spent four hours spiraling in front of my mirror', just something that makes you feel pretty when you catch your reflection by accidenti in a store window.
You're still adjusting your necklace when you hear a knock at the door. You stomach starts dancing yet again as you hurry to open the door.
When you do he's already staring. Not subtle, nor polite, full on wide eyed holy hell levels of staring. His gaze drags down your outfit, back up to your face, and he actually forgets to breathe for a second when he, well, definitely notices your cleavage.
"Wow." he says under his breath before catching himself. "You look— Hah. You look really good." He chuckles
You can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you grab your bag and step out, locking the door behind you. He keeps glancing at you as you walk down the hall together.
"So, Robert.." you say, once you’re outside in the cool night air. "Yeah." he replies. "So you heard.
"Yeah. You did yell it." You give him a side eye, smiling. "I justㅡ I don’t know. I guess I expected a more unique name for a hero."
He raises a brow, amused. "Oh yeah?"
"I meanㅡ" you say, shrugging, "I’m pretty sure I have, like, ten uncles named Robert."
He laughs and rubs the back of his neck. "Guess I’ll have to make myself memorable in other ways then." he says, and the grin he gives you is so boyish you feel something warm bloom deep in your chest.
The restaurant is cozy, lights dimmed enough to make everything feel intimate, even though you can hear the chef yelling in the kitchen. You pick at your plate of cheesy pizza while Robert twirls his fork through some spaghetti, eyes occasionally flicking to you.
"So.. You don’t cuss, I noticed." He observes casually.
You blink at him, taking a bite of your pizza. "Uhㅡ yeah, I mean, I try not to? I had a very big problem with cursing when I was younger so.. I kinda trained myself not to? I don’t know. Habit."
He leans back in his chair, arms resting on the table. "Hm. I’m sure it won’t take away from how beautiful you are even if you did curse."
You raise an eyebrow, smiling a little. "Okay, now you’re bluffing."
Robert chuckles and leans slightly closer. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just hoping to hear it. I’d be curious to see how you handle a real expletive."
Your cheeks go warm. "Robert, you are incorrigible."
"And you like it." He replies smoothly, eyes gleaming over the rim of his glass, perfectly aware of how his words are messing with you.
You groan softly, taking another bite of pizza, pretending to be annoyed, but there’s a small, helpless laugh hiding in it. "Ugh. Yeah, maybe a little."
You take a slow sip of your drink, chewing over how much you actually like being here. "Maybe justㅡ Maybe I’ve been deprived of human interaction for so long that having dinner with a complete stranger is enjoyable." you admit, voice a little shy and a little uncertain.
Robert raises a brow, looking genuinely amused. "Deprived? You’re joking, right?"
You blink at him. "What? Why, what do you mean?"
"I find it hard to believe someone like you, beautiful, charmingㅡ someone like you doesn’t get like seventeen dinner dates a week."
You laugh, snorting. "Seventeen? That would be impossible. I’d have to go to two dinners a night for this to even work."
"Not my point." he says, voice softening a little, brows furrowed.
You fiddle with your fork, a little embarrassed. "I’m being honest, Robert. I’m.. a dork, kind of? I dunno. People tend not to stick around. And it’s fine, I mean, I have my pets, and the cashier lady at my corner store that always bakes me jam cookies, so.." You trail off, shrugging. "I'm okay."
Robert’s gaze softens. "Well.." he starts quietly. "I’m glad I get to stick around then."
You can’t tell if it’s the wine, the food, or him, but you think yes, you might actually like this stranger sitting across from you.
The restaurant fades behind you, the night air instantly biting your skin. He walks beside you, saying nothing. When you reach your building, you hesitate at the door.
"So.. you wanna come in?" you ask, keys twisting nervously in your hand.
Robert stops, brows quirking. "You sure about that?"
You give a small shrug, trying to play it casual. "Well you didn’t try to murder me at dinner, so I’m hoping my luck doesn’t run out tonight."
He chuckles. "Guess I’ll risk it, then."
He steps inside, and you close the door behind him, suddenly aware of how small your apartment feels with him there. "Oh— wait." you murmur, stepping back. "Let me go change into something more comfortable. You can, uh.. sit on the couch."
The soft shuffle of your footsteps fades, and a few minutes later, you return, the light from the living room catching on your dress in just the right way.
You step in front of him, back turned. "Can you.. unzip my dress, please?"
He freezes for a bit, then slowly gets up, eyes dark and a little hungry. The air between you changes and the playful grin on his face promises he’s more than willing to oblige.
He reaches out, fingers brushing over the zipper, and you shiver at the contact, almost forgetting how to breathe. The smell of him is overwhelming you.
"Careful.." you murmur, trying to steady your voice though it comes out breathless. "Iㅡ I don’t want to rip it."
He hums, lips twitching into a smile you can feel in his voice. "You’d be surprised what I can handle."
The zipper slides down slowly, teasingly even and you press back just a bit, your hair brushing against his chest. His hands linger for a moment longer than necessary.
"Almost there.." he whispers, and you tilt your head just enough to give him a hint of your neck. He leans in a little, and you feel his hot breath on your skin.
You want to say something clever or make a joke, but the words vanish, leaving only that precarious feeling, and from the way his jaw tightens, it’s clear he feels it too.
His hands finally pull the zipper all the way down, and the fabric slips past your shoulders, leaving the dress fall softer, looser, more inviting. You feel his gaze trace the curve of your back.
You twist slightly on the spot, meeting his eyes over your shoulder. "I.. hope this isn’t too forward." you manage. He steps closer, the space between you shrinking. "Forward?" he scoffs, but there’s a glint in his eyes, amused and hungry. "No. Not at all."
Your pulse hammers in your ears. "Then... Can you kiss me, Robert?"
You barely have time to brace yourself before he’s pressing against you, his lips capturing yours, all teeth and heat and a little growl in the back of his throat. You stumble back a step, caught between wanting to push and pull him closer, but he doesn’t give you a chance to think.
His hands slide along your sides, gripping your hips firmly and you’re leaning into him without realizing it. The taste of him is a little sweet, and you can still taste the red wine you two drank earlier.
He pulls you flush against him. "Finally." he speaks against your lips, one hand tangling in your hair. You respond instinctively, tilting your head up, letting the kiss deepen, letting him take it where he wants.
He guides you backward until your knees bump the edge of the couch. Without a word, he tilts you gently down onto the cushions, letting the fabric of your dress crumple slightly around you. His hands trail along your sides, and the weight of him presses you softly into the couch. He leans over you and you instinctively arch toward him, the soft press of lips against your neck and collarbone unbearable.
The couch dips slightly under your bodies, the mattress muffling the sounds of your shifting and the faint rustle of fabric. You catch your breath in little gasps, as he starts to pull off your dress, his lips never leaving your neck.
"Oh, god, Robertㅡ" You swallow.
The fabric slips easily, pooling around your waist, leaving your skin bare to him. He pauses just long enough to glance up at you before his lips wrap around one of your nipples.
You don't think you've ever felt this sensitive. Every touch is making you moan pathetically no matter how small it is. "You're so responsive." Robert smiles against your skin and you wish to just sink and disappear in the cushions of your couch.
His hand cups your other breast, thumb brushing teasingly over the pebbled bud, drawing out another soft gasp from you. He presses a little closer, lips leaving a trail along your chest, tracing the curve of your collarbone, then down towards your belly button.
You let out a shaky breath, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, completely lost in this moment. "RㅡRobert, jus' hurry."
He chuckles. "And impatient too." He teases, pausing to look up at you with that maddening smile on his lips.
"Tell me what you want." He hums, his face now directly in front of yours, and you can feel his palm slip lower, lower, lower. "You’re a big girl, yeah? Use your words."
You feel like putty in his hands, you wine and jerk your body right into his touch but he pulls back. "Speak." He's so mean with words.
Your breath stutters, your face hot, and you try to pull his hand back to where you need him. He doesn’t let you. "Robert…" you whisper, frustrated and way past the point of pretending you’re calm.
He waits. Doesn’t move and doesn’t help.
"I want you," you manage, voice so small, almost a sigh. His mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.
"Yeah? That all?"
You shake your head quickly. "No… I want— I want you to fㅡuck me." You muster out, choking on those last words.
That gets him.
He exhales once, and his hand finally slides back between your thighs, forcing them apart. "See?" he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek as his fingers slip against your clothed cunt. "That wasn’t so hard."
Your hips jerk at the contact, an embarrassing little sound falling out of you before you can stop it. "There she is.." he says satisfied, his fingers moving up and down your folds before lifting himself up, and with one hand he removes your underwear. He waists no time, diving his head down between your legs, the sudden contact causing you to moan louder than you intended.
"Mhh, Robertㅡ" you heave out a long sigh before finally looking down at him and you're taken aback by how absolutely perfect he looks giving his all between your thighs.
"This okay?" He asks.
"Yㅡeah, yes."
Your hand fists weakly in his hair. You can feel how eager but how careful he’s trying to be even though he’s clearly losing his mind.
Every slow drag of his tongue pulls another helpless noise from your throat. He keeps one hand wrapped around your thigh, holding you open for him, and the other one with two digits buried deep inside of you.
Your thighs try to clamp around him on instinct. Bad idea. His grip shifts, firm enough that you feel the message loud and clear. "Pㅡlease, Robert I gotta-"
"Not yet. Don't get greedy on me now."
He licks his lips and you feel like climbing onto the walls with how unreal he looks. The fingers he had in you are now promptly placed on your parted lips, and he rises his chin. You already know what you need to do.
Slowly you let his calloused fingers slip inside your mouth, lips wrapping tighter and you swirl your tongue around them once, twice. His pupils blow wide.
"Yeah.." Robert murmurs. "Jus' like that."
You drag your tongue along the rough pads of his fingers unhurried, tasting yourself on his skin. Heat builds tight and heavy in your chest, your cheeks burning the way he stares you down.
He pulls his fingers free with a soft pop, a thin string of saliva catching the light before breaking but he doesn’t wipe it away, instead lets it drip down your chin.
"You're a mess 'n I didn't even do anything." He tuts, grabbing your jaw gently.
His hand moves from your face to your neck, squeezing slightly, his lips curling into that devastating smile. "You like it like this? Hm?"
At this point, you'd like anything as long as it's him.
"Justㅡ" You breathe out, head feeling fuzzy. " 'M so needy.."
"Oh, I know." He coos, furrowing his brows. "Yeah, I can tell especially by the mess you've made on this couch."
You throw your head back, laughing. "RㅡRobert.." you try, but your voice cracks embarrassingly. "So mean.." You look up at him through clumpy lashes.
"Yeah?" He smiles, tightening his grip on your neck. "But you like it mean, no?"
"Mhm.." You trap your lower lip between your teeth. He gets up on one knee to finally unbutton his pants and then pulls them down slightly, enough to let himself free.
God, he's huge.
It’s been forever. You can’t even remember the last time anyone got this close, and now Robert feels overwhelming. Too big, too close, too much, and somehow exactly what you didn’t know you wanted.
And it's intimidating.
His lips drag along your collarbone as he aligns himself with your dripping cunt. You bite your lip to keep from gasping, eyes fluttering shut, and your mind goes blank except for the feeling of him pushing his thick head past your entrance. "Ohㅡ!" You choke back a sob and he inhales deeply, sinking inch by inch.
His hand drags up your side slowly as he eases inside fully. "Yeah.. There you go." Placing soft kisses on the side of your head. Your legs tense around him instinctively, your whole body going hot, and you can only hope he can feel how desperate you are.
"Took it all in so well..." Robert whispers, more to himself actually, before his eyes meet your again and he smiles. "Good?"
You nod. "Mhm. Please m-move."
He can't do anything else but oblige. Your fingers tighten on his shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin as he delivers one thrust. Your knees go weak. Pathetic, really, how fast he got you in this state. You’re embarrassingly aware of it, and the way your pulse spikes, the way your stomach drops when you feel so so full. "You're so good." It sounds like he's mocking you.
You manage a tiny breath, but that’s about it. Your tongue feels useless, your thoughts scrambled. His fingers curl around your hip, guiding you back against him. In no time Robert hurries his pace, the loud plap plap plap sound being a muted background to your absolutely perfect moans.
No matter the pace, how deep, whatever he did, you were so responsive and he loved it, loved that he had such an effect on you.
Your stomach twists and coils as he bullies his cock deeper into you. His hips dive down with force and that gets your head spinning, heart pounding, as his whole being dominated over you.
His thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each time getting your whole insides burning. You were too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around Robert.
"You keep squeezing around me like thatㅡ" He laughs under his breath. "Think I might actually come inside of you."
That makes your eyes roll, and some very very sick part of you nods which gets Robert to hurry his movements. "Yeah? That what you want?"
"Godㅡ Robert jus'.." You huff, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer and getting him deeper, if thats even possible. "Like this.." You squeak next to his ear.
"Shit, really? Wan' me to fill you up?"
"Mhm, mhm." Eagerly answering you try your best to make any sense of the thing you just asked of him, but the heat building up in your lower belly was much more important to you than common sense.
Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, taking in a big gulp of his intoxicating smell. His skin was warm, and the sounds he made got your brain even more dizzy.
Everything inside you winds tight, impossibly tight, almost painful, as a sudden surge touches even your tippy toes. Robert presses his forehead to yours, a low sound slipping out of him when you arch up to meet him. His hand slides down your belly. "Fㅡuck." He whimpers and suddenly his pace is brutally fast, broken and uneven. "Feel me there?"
Whispered, broken against your mouth. "I’m— gonna.." You sob.
He kisses you before the words finish, swallowing the sound as his hips press deep, one sharp thrust that pushes you over the edge. Everything hits at once, your breath stopping, your back arching, your hands grabbing at him like you’re afraid he’ll slip away.
The world narrows to heat and pressure and his name falling off your tongue.
You fall apart first, shaking through it, and he’s right there with you, a low, strained groan pressed against your lips as he holds you tight, tighter, like he needs every inch of you to survive what's to come. His body trembles and then you feel that warm, dizzying flood that makes your eyes widen and your heart stop.
"SㅡShit!"
His come fills you to the brim, making your brain go blurry, and you hate how much you love it, how good it feels to be stuffed like this. Maybe you’ll regret it later. Maybe you won’t. Right now, you’re full and warm and absolutely intoxicated.
He stays inside you for a moment longer, breathing hard against your shoulder. His hand slides up your spine, slow and almost unsure, nothing like the confidence he had seconds ago.
"God.." It sounds more like awe.
You feel his body relax. His thumb drags along your hip, absentminded. He doesn’t usually touch people like this and you can tell by the way his hand hesitates, then settles, then hesitates again, he keeps remembering this is real.
Robert pulls back just enough to look at you his eyes still half hooded, pupils still blown wide. He cups your jaw, brushing his thumb across the flushed heat of your cheek.
For a second he smiles but it’s not his cocky grin. It’s smaller and softer.
He wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his chest with a certainty he didn’t have a minute ago. He holds you tighter, almost like, just as you, he doesn’t want the moment to end either.
⠀太⠀𝖘ummary⠀ 💬🌸⠀⠀ ׅ You’re the newest hero at SDN, The Singularity, and you're absolutely not losing your mind over Robert Robertson, your coworker & sort of boss. You keep insisting he’s not messing with your head. He might be. But you’re definitely not thinking about it. | PART 𝐈
❤︎⠀ 𝖙ags 𓈒⠀ ⠀꣹ ⠀Robert Robertson (MechaMan) x f!reader, afab reader, mutual pining, slow burn, workplace shenanigans, hero x hero, secret relationship (kind of), accidental domesticity, flirting, some fluff, Robert calls reader Star Girl, hurt/comfort lite, canon divergence, fingering (F receiving) unprotected P in V, Robert talks you through it ™, orgasm denial (once!!), creampie.
𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ノ ⬞ ׄ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ♰ told u all ill post part 2 soon, fear not THERE IS A ROBERT DROUGHT AND I AM HERE TO QUENCH THE THIRST !! anyway, this part is basically just a little intro then just pewrn so yah >_____< okay buh bye enjoyyy
Monday hits you like a truck.
And now you’re back at SDN, pretending to be a functional human being while your brain keeps replaying the way he kissed you, held you, made you inexplicably wet.
You’re at a workstation, running diagnostics on your power's sate, when you feel a familiar presence behind you.
"Morning, star girl."
You stop for a second before turning. Robert stands there, his eyes less tired somehow.
You inhale. "Morning."
"You sleep alright?" he asks.
"Mhm, yes. You?"
He nods once, crossing his arms and stepping in just enough that you have to tilt your head to keep looking at him.
"Sure. Was just thinkin’ too much."
Your heart skips. "About what?"
He gives you that look. "You."
Everything inside you twists and before you can say anything, he reaches out and gently flicks your ID badge. "You nervous?" he asks quietly.
You open your mouth, frowning, but no witty comment comes to save you. "You're cute when you get like this."
You groan. "Don’t start again."
"What? I’m being honest." He leans down a little, voice dropping low enough that only you can hear it. "Been missin’ you."
That does it. You already feel your thighs pressing together. "Robert—"
He lifts a brow. "Too much?"
"No, just—" you swallow. "We’re at work."
"Yeah." He gives a lazy nod. "But I can still say hi to my girlfriend, can’t I?"
Your cheeks burn instantly, but before you can combust, a door slams in the distance and you hear footsteps, voices.
Robert steps back half a pace. "You free later?" he asks.
"Later?"
"Lunch. Or after shift," he says casually, rubbing the back of his neck. "Haven’t seen you since Saturday. Kinda wanna… Hang out, you know."
You do know.
"Yeah." you say softly. "I’m free, yes."
"Good."
He taps your fingers lightly, the closest he’ll get to holding your hand in the hallway, and turns to go.
The second your shift ends you practically jog out of the office, not because you’re eager to see Robert, of course, but because technically you’re eager to see him. Really fucking eager.
"There you are."
Robert’s leaning against the wall and when he pushes off it, his eyes sweep over you once.
"Ready?" he asks.
You nod. "Yeah."
He holds out his hand and you slip your fingers into his and the way he exhales tells you it does something to him.
Outside, the sky is pale blue and orange, the wind cool from the storm over the weekend. You can hear some kids laughing in the distance and a car's stereo loud with the latest popular song.
"So..." he says as you both step further into the street. "Where do you wanna go?"
You shrug. "I thought you had a plan."
"I do." he says, smirking slightly. "Just like hearing you pretend you’re not excited." His thumb brushes the back of your hand.
Narrowing your eyes you bite back. "I’m not pretending—" You glare. He grins. It's oh so classic.
"Now... Where are we going?" you ask, suspicion creeping into your tone.
"You’ll see." he says, annoyingly cryptic. You follow him around a corner then he stops right in front of a tiny street stall with glowing signs, rising steam, and a short line of locals waiting for food.
Your eyebrows lift. "Here?"
He nods. "Best pizza in the sector. Figured you might wanna eat something that isn’t from SDN’s cafeteria."
You laugh under your breath. "So romantic."
He shoots you a look, pretending to be offended.
"I am romantic."
You arch a brow. "You brought me for street pizza for our second date."
"Hey—" he leans down just a bit. "Rooftop picnic was romantic. Thisㅡ" He lifts your hand to his chest, pressing your knuckles just over his heartbeat. "This is just time with my girlfriend."
The same old blush creeps on your cheeks and you roll your eyes. "I was joking anyway. You could take me dumpster diving and I'd be enthralled." Robert smiles then ruffles the top of your head.
"C'mon. What do you want?"
Time. Time. Time. It's slowed down somehow.
The door clicks shut behind you two and Robert doesn’t waste a second. His hands find your ass immediately, pulling you flush against him with a force you didn’t quite expect.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this." he growls as his lips fall onto the skin of your neck. But you do, you know because it felt the same for you, like a drought only he could resolve. You take in a deep breath, leaning up him as his lips crash against yours. Your hands tangle in his hair as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss and the world outside your apartment fades.
He pulls back slightly to whisper against your lips. "I want to fuck you." looking at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes like he didn’t just say what he did.
You shiver, biting your lip. "Then f-uck me." You swallow, trying to calm the nerves climbing up your back.
His hands roam up sliding over your breasts, cold fingertips brushing against your already pebbled nipples. You gasp arching into him and he smiles, hands sliding lower and lower until they're under the hem of your pants. "God, you’re so perfect."
It makes your head spin.
He picks you up in one motion and sets you onto the kitchen island, your legs instinctively spreading. Your palms are steady on the cold surface as he slides down your pants, and you try to act cool, like you haven't dreamed of this, but the way your cheeks flare up give you out. Your heart is running at ten thousand miles per hour, and you're not sure how long you can contain The Singularity.
Your brows knit together as you look down at him tracing your skin with his digits. You whine, pulling him closer with one hand. "Please, Robert."
"Impatient girl." You throw your head back at his words and try to protest but his fingers are already tracking your covered wet folds. That earns him a shy moan.
"Yeahㅡ Yeah, that’s it." he breathes against your cheek. "Just let me..." Without hesitation he slides his whole palm into your panties, his fingers finally finding your swollen bud.
"You're so wet." He laughs.
"SㅡStop stalling.." You whine in protest, hating the effect he has on you. You feel drunk, high on god knows what drug his kiss may be laced with.
"If you keep up this attitude might just have to stuff that mouth first." He pushes two digits at once inside of you, the sudden stretch delicious. Your eyes widen and you try to say something, anything, but it all jumbles in your brain when he starts curling them.
"You're pretty when you can't think straight." Everything he says is calculated, and it drives you insane. Your fingers fist his shirt, tugging him closer. His other hand slides up your thigh slowly and you hum.
"RㅡRobert-"
"Shh." His thumb reaches your clit, rubbing lazy circles on it as he starts plunging his fingers deeper, deeper, deeper. "If this is how you act only from my fingers..." He snorts, pace increasing. "Wonder how my dick will get you."
Your thighs start to shake and the heat inside your belly is getting harder to ignore. You squeeze your eyes shut, mortified at the way your body is reacting.
Robert notices, and stops suddenly. "Uh-uh." He tuts. "Need to come around my cock. Got it?"
"Oh my gㅡ Robert, please justㅡ"
He shoots you a look, and that puts you right in your place. "Desperate thing." His pants drop down and you're shocked to say the least. You must've been real sneaky about it because he rises one brow. "You can take it, right?"
Your face already looked so fucked out. Your eyes were glassy, brows furrowed, lips swollen from his rough kisses. He could just eat you right up.
You’re half sitting, half sprawled on the cold marble of the kitchen island, hands gripping the edge, the only thing keeping you steady. Your legs try to close on for a bit of release, but he’s standing between them, keeping you open wide enough.
Robert looks wrecked in such an unfair way, with his shirt half undone, hair ruined by your hands, chest rising with slow breaths and cheeks rosy. He drags his thumb along the inside of your knee slow enough to make every nerves stand on end. You can feel his tip pressing against your entrance.
"Look at you." It's almost reverent the way he speaks. "Didn't take long to turn you into this."
You want to snap back, say something smart, something to make up for the way you’re dripping onto the counter but your voice is gone, completely stolen by whatever dark magic he used just now.
Your mind feels submerged, thoughts drifting like petals in water. He pauses, searching your eyes, waiting for the smallest sign.
With the slightest lift of your hips he exhales like you’ve taken the ground out from under him, and then he eases inside of your tight walls. "S-Shitㅡ"
Not sudden or rough, more like stepping into warm water, a slow glide that sends a ripple through every part of you all at once. Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, breath stopping as the sting of the stretch spreads through you.
This feels insane. He's insane. You're insanely desperate for him right now.
His jaw tightens, a low sound slipping from him. "Thaat's it." he praises, more like an encouragement to himself. "Let me in, pretty girl."
Your forehead drops to his shoulder, trying to gather yourself, but he cups the back of your neck gently while his other hand keeps your leg drawn around him high on his waist.
The world narrows to the careful way he fits inside you, the way his breath breaks each time you tighten around him, the way he holds himself together for your sake.
He presses a soft, shaking kiss to your temple. "Fuckㅡ" His voice falters. "How are you so damn tight?" As he starts moving slowly, the small tears in your eyes staining his crinkled shirt.
He pins you more firmly against the counter, chest to chest, letting you feel the full length of him. His hands find your hips, holding you tight and pushing in deeper enough for you to feel him practically in your belly.
"Oohㅡ Hah, Robert, too muchㅡ" You mewl under him, the pain quickly converging into pleasure as he snaps his hips just once, roughly. "Yeah? Wan' me to stop?"
"No! N-No, please don't, don't stopㅡ"
He pulls you by your thighs closer and starts moving a bit faster, pussy fluttering perfectly around him. Your mouth parts, soft and helpless, as he guides your body to take more of him.
He leans back, before pressing one palm on top of your lower belly and you feel like melted sugar the way he eyes you down. "Feel? Took all of it so, so well." His eyes are dark. "Good girl."
He's enjoying the way you're unraveling, and all though fucking you on an kitchen island wasn't his idea for best 'first time couple sex' location, he's not complaining.
You're shocked, really, he's impossibly strong the way he pins you down, and you can barely say anything coherent when he hurries his pace. Your eyes widen, the wet plap plap plap sounds filling your entire apartment.
You're sure your neighbors are loving you more as each second passes.
Your pussy practically cries around him, and you think you've never been this wet. "Iㅡ" You choke back but he tuts, brows furrowing and pushes in your dripping cunt harder and harder.
"You're soo messy." Robert laughs and you turn your head away, trying to disperse the fog in your brain. "What? You gonna come?"
It's like he can read your mind.
Your back arches off the counter, nails digging into his shoulders as your body trembles beneath him. Every movement sends fireworks shooting through you, leaving your thoughts scrambled and your breaths shallow, erratic. "P-pleaseㅡ" The heat coils tighter.
"Please what? Huh?"
His pace sharpens, he's insistent, and it's overwhelming as you try to savor the moment for a bit longer. "Robert, please Iㅡ need to-" Your tears make your vision blurry and for a second tou think he might deny you release.
"Come. Now."
Your muscles tighten as the tension snaps, rolling through you in hot, shuddering waves. He groans low, dragging you closer as he feels your walls pulsing around him. It's not long before he comes too, filling you up to brim, some even drippin around the base of his cock.
"Jesus..." Robert breathes out
You're panting hard when the sudden feeling of emptiness makes you frown as he pulls out. Robert watches intently as his seed drips out of you, and smiles like a dog that's been given a treat.
"Don't think I ever came this much." He laughs.
"First time I think I ever came." You tease, still trying to catch your breath.
"So I did well?"
"Maybe I need another round to figure that out." You sit up on your elbows and Robert rolls his eyes, before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"You're so mine." And you're smiling like an idiot when you hear him say it.
The night is young and you've got plenty of time to spare.
⠀太⠀𝖘ummary⠀ 💬🌸⠀⠀ ׅ You’re the newest hero at SDN, The Singularity, and you're absolutely not losing your mind over Robert Robertson, your coworker & sort of boss. You keep insisting he’s not messing with your head. He might be. But you’re definitely not thinking about it. | PART 𝐈𝐈
❤︎⠀ 𝖙ags 𓈒⠀ ⠀꣹ ⠀Robert Robertson (MechaMan) x f!reader, afab reader, mutual pining, slow burn, workplace shenanigans, hero x hero, secret relationship (kind of), accidental domesticity, flirting, some fluff, Robert calls reader Star Girl, hurt/comfort lite, canon divergence
𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ノ ⬞ ׄ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ♰ guys... I've found a new obsession huhuhu (ಥ﹏ಥ) this fic is 7K words so umm oops?? THIS IS PART ONE BUT PART TWO WILL BE UP TOMORROW (thats the smut part) but guysss im sososooo in love with Robert, literally having dreams of this man since dispatch came out i am NOT joking. So enjoy this starter fic since i will br writing A LOT more. OH ALSO if u want to know more about the Singularity lmk, ill post the character sheet down bellow, but i left out most details since i want u guys to imagine yourselves with whichever powers you want (besides those mentioned) okay buh byeeee ♡
The building looks like it’s tired of life.
SDN after hours is never fully asleep. Monitors cycle through mission feeds, dispatch lines blink yellow, and the smell of burnt coffee keeps in the vents.
You’re sitting at your station, finishing a post mission report. Your gloves are off. The faint static glow around your hands doesn’t fade no matter how long you scrub. You keep them under the desk just in case someone walks by. You stil haven't gotten used to people seeing your powers.
Robert leans against the edge of the console near you, half in shadow, one hand holding a dented mug that says World’s Okayest Hero.
"Long night?" he asks.
You huff, eyes still on the screen. "Wasn’t supposed to be."
"Never is."
The cursor blinks. You’re trying to remember the right phrasing for "anomaly neutralized" when he leans closer to check your file. The scent of solder and machine oil trails in with him and under it all you can sense a very cheap cologne. He smells... Lived in. In a nice way.
"You handled that hit pretty clean." he says. "Dispatch said The Singularity didn’t destabilize."
You stiffen a little at the name. "It almost did."
He studies you for a moment. "Almost counts as a win in this line of work."
You nod, a small smile forming at your mouth. "Guess so."
He pushes off the console. The chair creaks as he straightens. "You need a ride home?"
You glance up, meeting his eyes for the first time all night. He’s tired. Why's he still here again?
"I can manage. But thanks." You tilt your head whilst smiling.
Robert nods once, starts for the door, then pauses halfway. He turns back, his mouth twitching.
"Next time, don’t wait for the screams of people in need. If you feel it coming, just go. We’ll catch up."
You don’t know how to answer that, but he doesn’t wait for one either way. The door slides shut behind him, and you’re left with the sound of the monitors cooling and your pulse running faster than it should after a routine night.
You walk home through the city thats half asleep. Neon reflections slide across puddles, a bus exhales at the corner, and somewhere a street vendor still argues with his fryer. You like this hour. It’s the only time you can pass as anyone else. It's kind of hard nowadays to do that.
The air smells like metal and rain.
Almost three months ago today it's when you became a hero, letting everyone see you. Your truest form, maybe. But you still miss the old you, even though you were afraid.
You remember the screams, the chaos in the street. How the asphalt folded under your feet when you lost control. The light, the pull, the fear that you were about to swallow everything.
You didn't know how you even saved anyone, but you did. That's how Robert found you.
You haven’t really been alone since, and all though you never do team missions, Robert is a good enough... Friend.
He’s kind, not in a show off way, he just notices things. Grabs your favorite drink without asking, flicks the same switch on his console everyday because he remembered you hate that buzzing noise it makes, waits for you when he doesn’t have to.
And he’s funny also, which makes it worse. Annoyingly charming. Infuriatingly charming.
And that stupidly cute scar he has on his ear. Every time he turns his head you catch yourself staring at it like some lovesick idiot.
He’s basically your boss, your supervisor.
Your whole chain of command wrapped in blue shirts and sarcastic humor. You’re fine, pretend this is fine. So fine.
You don't know when this feeling started to show up. A black hole swallowing everything around it, yet it still wouldn't beat how your chest hurt whenever he was near.
Maybe it was a month ago, when he got you your favorite doughnuts without a reason. Maybe last week when you saw him feed a stray dog outside SDN. Or maybe the first time you noticed his freckles, that was your second day as a 'hero'.
Try and snap out of it. Hero business is who you are now, and that business does not involve a forsaken heart that acts crazy for another person.
More days pass, the feeling never subsiding.
Morning hits too soon. The sun comes through the blinds in pieces, cutting stripes across the wooden floor. You’re still half asleep when a loud knock rattles the door.
You quickly get out of the sleeping haze and rush to open the door.
Robert, holding two coffees.
He looks out of place in the hallway of your apartment, too proper for the peeling doorframes, yet there are oil stains on his jacket. He raises one cup like a peace offering.
You suddenly remember you're wearing only a dirty grey shirt and your polka dotted underwear.
"Morning, star girl."
"You don’t do mornings."
He smirks then shrugs. "I do when I need backup."
You take the cup, unsure if you’re supposed to drink it or question him first. "What's going on? And why are you at my house?"
"What, can't I come visit my favorite coworker?" He tuts and then rolls his eyes. "And there's a special mission."
You stare at his long fingers around the paper cup then back at his eyes. "That sounds totally fake."
"Team exercise." he says, brushing past you into the kitchen like he’s been there before a thousand times. "Dispatch wants to see if you can play nice."
You follow him, still trying to wake up. "Play nice?"
"You’ve been running solo since you joined." he says, setting his cup on the counter. "Can’t keep doing that. You’re good, but even the good ones get caught out."
You cross your arms. "I work better alone."
He leans on the counter, watching you over the rim of his cup. "That’s what everyone says before they burn out." He stares you up and down a for a bit and
you look away. The light catches in the faint shimmer of your skin, the leftover trace of last night’s charge.
"This isn’t my idea of a morning chat..." you mumble.
Robert grins. "Didn’t think it would be. But come on! It’s a light op. Half day tops. You’ll get field credit and maybe learn not to hate everyone."
You want to say no. You almost do. But he’s standing there with his wide eyes and that stupid smile that always gets under your skin.
You sigh, throwing your head back. "You’re impossible."
He shrugs. "Yeah... But I’m buying lunch." Robert winks at you.
You shake your head then turn on your heels to hide the growing blush of your face. "Don't burn down my home while I'm getting ready."
"Copy that, chief."
You come back out twenty minutes later, hair still damp, jacket half zipped up, a perfectly ironed lavander shirt beneath it. Robert’s exactly where you left him, sitting on your counter, eating one of your granola bars.
You squint at him. "You really don’t know boundaries, do you?"
He smiles into a bite. "Boundaries are for people who don’t bring breakfast."
"That was my breakfast."
"Then I guess we’re sharing."
"Justㅡ Let's go." You roll your eyes and grab your bag. He hops down, brushing crumbs from his jacket.
"Let's go, yeah."
You’re half an hour late.
The elevator doors slide open to the SDN hangar, and the air smells like ozone and burnt circuitry.
Gear lines the benches in neat, military rows, except for Chase, who’s perched on a crate eating something out of a foil pouch.
"Morning, sunshine." he calls as you step out. "Robert said you’d oversleep."
"I didn’t oversleep." You brush past him. "I just didn’t expect a field trip before nine."
Robert’s already by the transport, running diagnostics on a drone, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The sound of servo motors fills the air, underscored by the scratch of his stylus on a datapad. He looks up at you.
"I see you already met Chase. That’s Jun, our medic. Silva’s on comms."
Jun nods politely from across the bay, already loading med foam cartridges into her kit. Chase grins. "This is the famous Singularity. Robert won't shut up about you ever since you joined."
You shoot Robert a look, then smile. "Really."
Robert doesn’t blink. "Okay, heㅡ He’s exaggerating."
Chase laughs. "Am I though?"
You’re not sure whether to laugh or implode. You choose the first one. "Okay, someone please tell me what we’re actually doing before this turns into a gossip column."
Robert tosses a drive core into the drone, the metal clink echoing. "Recon on the east docks. Couple of shipments came in from off world flagged as clean, but the radiation signature’s off. We sweep, tag, and leave. The other are already tracking down the delivery people on this."
"Copy." You pull on your gloves.
Chase leans over from where he was. "So... You and boss man. That a thing or what?"
You glare at him. "No?"
"Sure looks like a thing."
Robert doesn’t even look up from his monitor.
"Chase, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m ejecting you mid air when we're leaving."
Chase grins wider. "See? That’s couple shit."
You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Can’t believe I agreed to this."
Robert glances at you once over the edge of the monitor. The corner of his mouth twitches. "Too late to back out now, star girl."
Black holes are extremely dense pockets of matter, objects of such incredible mass and miniscule volume that they drastically warp the fabric time.
The SDN cafeteria is lit with half dead fluorescent lights. You’re the only people still here besides the janitor drone cleaning in the corner and of course Robert.
Robert is sitting two tables over, sleeves rolled up, working through some kind of report on a tablet. His tray is empty except for a cup of coffee that’s probably been sitting cold for an hour.
You watch him type for a minute before finally getting up.
"You know..." you say, setting your own tray down across from him. "Normal people go home after their shift ends."
Robert doesn’t look up. "Normal people don’t spend half their shift rewriting other people’s reports."
You tilt your head. "You talking about mine?"
He lifts an eyebrow, finally meeting your eyes. "Maybe."
You stab a fork into the mashed potatoes that totally don't taste like wet chips. "You’re obsessed with my grammar."
"Your grammar’s fine." He smirks. "It’s the part where you nearly got yourself fried that bothers me."
You roll your eyes. "I didn’t get fried, Robert."
"You came close enough for me to stull smell ozone on your jacket."
"That’s just my perfume." You shrug.
He huffs out a short laugh. You like that sound more than you should, perhaps. A few seconds pass in silence, the sound of the vending machine filling the room.
"You ever gonna take a day off?" he asks.
You blink. "That’s funny, coming from you."
He looks up again with something softer behind his tired eyes. "I’m serious, star girl. You keep pushing like this, you’ll burn out."
"Iㅡ Like working."
"I know. But liking it doesn’t mean it likes you back."
You rest your chin in your hand, studying him. The way the harsh cafeteria light cuts across the line of his jaw, the faint circles under his eyes. He’s tired too, he just hides it better.
"You always this charming when you give unsolicited advice?" you ask.
"Only to people I actually give a shit about."
That pulls the air out of the room for a moment. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Robert glances away first, thumb flicking idly over his tablet. "Don’t look so shocked. You’re good at what you do. Be a shame to see you crash out early."
You manage a crooked smile. "That was almost nice."
He looks back at you, grin returning. "Yeah. Don’t tell anyone, I’ve got a reputation to maintain."
You push your tray aside, stand and stretch. "Well, thanks for the pep talk, coach. Try not to die here tonight."
He leans back in his chair, watching you start for the door. "No promises."
You pause at the exit and glance back. His eyes are still on you.
"Goodnight, Robert."
"Goodnight, star girl."
My lips taste like clouds, my lips taste just like you.
Rain’s been threatening all day. You’d planned to go home straight after shift, but the city’s sky has that look blue gray that keeps you walking just to see how far it’ll follow.
You stop under the awning of a corner bar, watching a streak of lightning crawl through the clouds. It’s all quiet now.
"Didn’t take you for the bar type."
You turn, already smiling before you even see Robert. Jacket half zipped, hair still damp from the rain.
"You following me now?" you ask.
He shrugs. "Coincidence. Maybe fate. Depends on how generous you’re feeling tonight."
You roll your eyes but open the door anyway. The bar smells like old wood and bourbon and neon flickers against bottles lined up like trophies. You pick a booth in the back, and he slides in across from you.
"Didn’t think you drank." he says as you order something.
"I don’t, really. But it’s been a week."
"Hah." He chuckles. "Yeah. Tell me about it."
The drinks come. You both sit there for a while, listening to the rain start up outside, the sound of it against the windows soft and constant.
"Doesn’t feel real sometimes." you say after a while.
"What doesn’t?"
"All of it. The missions, the noise. The way people look at us like we’re untouchable. I used to dream about being like that. Now I dream about... nothing."
"You ever think maybe you’re just tired?"
"Maybe." You look at him. "You ever think you are?"
He huffs out a laugh. "Constantly."
You look down at your lap, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
"You knowㅡ" he starts. "I thought you were one of those stuck up heroes who thought they were too good for people. And that’s why you didn’t use your powers to help others."
"Wow. Compliment of the year."
"Didn’t say it was an insult." He meets your eyes. "Turns out I was wrong. I mean, I'm glad I was."
You swirl what’s left of your drink, feeling a small smile tug at your mouth. "You’re allowed to be wrong sometimes."
"Trying not to make a habit of it." he says, but his grin gives him away.
Outside, thunder rolls somewhere far off. You can see his reflection in the glass. He turns toward you again. "You walking home or do I get to play bodyguard tonight?"
You try to hide a giggle bubbling in your chest. "You just want an excuse to walk me home."
He tilts his head. "Yeah. Maybe I do."
You don’t say anything, but when you stand you wait for him to follow and he does close behind.
When black holes pull in other bodies, space junk, small planets, products of evolution, it's called feeding. (on love)
It's your first day off ever since you joined SDN. Who knew six months of nonstop working could actually negatively impact you.
You’re at home, curled up on the couch with a book that’s been gathering dust for weeks. The kettle whistles faintly in the kitchen. It seems it's one of those very rare evenings where the city doesn’t demand anything from you.
You suddenly hear a knock at the door, but thinking you'd misheard, you turn back to reading. The sound stays persistent.
You frown. Visitors aren’t common.
"Who is it?" you call out as you rush towards the door, the cold flooring hitting your bare feet, making you shiver
"Open up, star girl." Comes a familiar voice.
Your stomach flips. You drop the book and hurry faster to the door. Robert is here, standing in the hall with a backpack slung over one shoulder and that look on his face that makes your knees feel like jelly.
"Iㅡuh- wasn’t expecting anyone..." you say.
He tilts his head. "Yeah. I know. That’s kind of the point?"
You cross your arms. "You didn’t call. You didn’t say anything."
"That would’ve ruined the surprise."
You bite your lip, trying to pretend you’re annoyed. "Right. Because surprises always go so well for me."
He chuckles, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "Trust me. This one’s good. You’re gonna like it."
You follow him into the living room. "And this, exactly, is what?"
"You’ll see." He drops his bag by the door and leans back against the counter. "Come on, don’t make me drag you kicking and screaming."
You groan but can’t hide the annoying smile tugging at your lips. "Fine... Fine! I'll go get changed then you can lead the way, oh mysterious one."
"Gladly."
You quickly throw on something nice and spray some perfume on your neck. Robert always compliments you when you wear this exact scent.
But you totally don't care so whatever. You spray extra on just to be sure.
You don’t ask questions as he pulls you out the door and down the street. The city is just starting to glow with evening lights. The rain earlier has left the pavement slick, reflecting neon signs and street lamps in little fractured prisms.
"Where are we going?" you ask, a little breathless from trying to keep up.
"Somewhere." he says, tugging your hand gently. "Just trust me?"
You glance at him suspicious, excited. "You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood today."
He grins. "Lucky for both of us."
The air smells faintly of fried street food and wet asphalt. "So..." you say, nudging him lightly. "If this is a trap, I swear—"
He laughs low and unbothered. "No traps tonight. Just a little something."
He leads you through a few side streets, hand warm around yours, saying nothing except the occasional "watch your step" when the pavement dips. Finally he stops in front of a metal door beside a dumpster. You stare at it. "So you took me all this way to show me... a fire exit?"
He gives you the flattest look imaginable. "Can you shut up for one second and be patient?"
"Wow, you have such a way with words."
"Yeah, well." He swipes a keycard and pushes the door open. "Just come on."
You follow him up the narrow metal stairs, the whole structure clattering under your feet. He keeps your hand in his the whole climb, tugging you up like he's afraid you'll bail out on him.
At the top, he pushes open another door.
The rooftop stretches out in front of you with mismatched blankets spread across the concrete, a tangle of string lights hung between vents and pipes, and takeout bags from different places. There's even a dented lantern and a thermos.
It's messy. It's crooked. It's perfect.
"What is this?" you whisper.
He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, not looking at you. "It's nothing. I thought maybe you'd like it."
You walk onto the blankets, smiling despite yourself. "It's cute. Really cute. But what is this, Robert?"
He groans under his breath like he's regretting every second of this. "Okay. Fine. Listen." He paces once, stops then forces himself to look at you. "I didn't do this for just anyone, alright?"
You blink.
"I know it looks like some cheap rooftop picnic. Half the lights don't even work and the dumpling guy gave me the wrong sauce, but Iㅡ" He grimaces, jaw tight. "You make me do weird shit."
Your heart jumps. "Weird shit?"
"Yeah." He gestures at the blankets helplessly. "Like this. Planning stuff. Thinking about what you'd like. Trying to make something nice. Weird shit. I don't do that. But for you?" He shakes his head. "I wanted to try."
You step closer. "Robert."
"No, seriously, don't look at me like that, I was trying to be—" He stops, squeezes his eyes shut, then blurts it out like he's ripping off armor. "I like you. Alright?" He stares at the ground. "There. Happy? That's it. I really fucking like you."
Your heart kicks and you step closer. This all seems so unreal. "Iㅡ Like you too."
He looks up fast like even he can't believe what you've just said. You tilt your head. "This is usually the part where you kiss me?"
He freezes, like you short circuited him "You're unbelievable." Then he pulls you in by the waist, kissing you. He's been holding back for months so the kiss was firm, a little rough around the edges, but so real.
When he breaks away, he rests his forehead against yours. "Happy now?"
You whisper, smiling, "Yeah. Actually."
He huffs, the sound warm against your mouth, and you feel his hands settle at your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he loosens his grip even for a little.
"Good." he mutters. "Driving me insane for months. least you can do is be happy about it."
You laugh under your breath, leaning into him. "Me, driving you insane?"
"Don’t start." He nudges his nose against yours. "You have no idea."
You bite back a smile. "Maybe I do."
He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes flick over your face like he’s cataloguing every fibre of it. "Come on." he says softly. "Before the food gets even colder."
He leads you over to the blankets, but instead of sitting opposite of you he drops down right beside you, shoulder brushing yours, thighs warm against yours.
"Personal space?"
"Never heard of it."
You snort, but you don’t move. You don’t want to.
He opens a takeout box and hands you a pair of chopsticks. "Figured we’d eat. Talk. Maybe kiss again if you're feeling generous."
You nudge him with your knee. "You’re shameless."
"You've seen me at work." He smirks, leaning closer. "This is the tame version."
You shake your head, but the heat rising in your chest makes it impossible to pretend you're unaffected.
He watches you take your first bite like it’s the highlight of his week.
"Good?" he asks.
"Yeah." you say. "Really good."
"Good." he repeats.
You eat in silence for a bit. It doesn’t really feel like you need to say anything, especially when Robert keeps staring at you when he thinks you're not looking.
"So..." He begins. "Were you really clueless?"
You swallow some noodles before looking up at him with a frown. "About what?"
" 'Bout thisㅡ Me liking you, whatever." He sips from his soda. You only shrug and take the paper cup from his hand to also drink. "Yeah, I guess. I thought you were this friendly with everyone. You're a flirt."
"Fuck no."
"Fuck yes!" You roll you eyes and poke his chest. "Some days I really thought you were trying to make me jealous."
"Did it work?" His voice drops.
"Okayㅡ Fuck you!"
"Relax." he says, nudging your knee with his. "I’m not judging you."
"You literally are."
"Not for that." he corrects, pointing his chopsticks at you. "Just for thinking I’d waste my time flirting with anyone else."
You narrow your eyes. "So you’re selective."
"Very." he says, popping another piece of food into his mouth. "Painfully, annoyingly selective."
You shake your head and look away, but your smile gives you away. He notices, of course, and shifts a little closer. He taps his knuckles lightly against yours. "Hey."
You glance at him.
"I wasn’t trying to play games with you." he says quietly. "I justㅡ Didn’t know how to not be weird about it."
You blink. "Weird?"
He groans. "Don’t— Don’t make it sound like a crime."
"It kinda is."
"Whatever. " he mutters. "Point is, I wasn’t messing around with anyone. And... I meant what I said."
Your chest warms. You fiddle with the corner of the blanket. "I know. I believe you."
He studies you for a moment, this unreadable look crossing his face, then he reaches out and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Your breath stops and you want to just disappear because you know he can see your violently red cheeks.
"Good." he murmurs. " 'Cause I don’t say shit like that often."
You hold his wrist lightly before he can pull back. "I won’t make fun of you."
He looks suddenly unsure, which is funny considering he kissed you just like he was starving five minutes ago.
"You better not." he mutters.
"I won’t. Promise." you say. "I liked hearing it."
His eyes flick to your mouth. You realize he’s waiting for a sign that you want more, so you lean in first this time, brushing your lips over his, barely and he inhales sharply.
"Seriously?" he whispers. "You’re tryin’ to kill me."
You grin. "No? Just returning the favor."
He huffs out something between a laugh and a curse, fingers sliding to your waist. "Yeah? Well, stop." he mutters, though he’s already pulling you closer. "I’m barely functioning as it is."
You bite back another smile. "I thought you said you were good at holding back."
"Yeah, before you decided to do that." His thumb drags slow along your skin. "Now I’m justㅡ"
"Stupid?" you press, teasing.
He exhales long "Stupid for you."
Your heart jumps so hard it almost hurts. You open your mouth to fire something back, but he moves first.
"Can I?"
You nod before he even finishes.
He kisses you again deeper this time, his hand slipping up your back, warm even through your shirt, steadying you when your fingers curl into the fabric of his.
You barely break apart when he speaks against your lips "You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me."
The he begins kissing you again anyway.
When he finally pulls back, your lips are a little swollen, hair messy, and he’s looking at you with those big eyes like he's trying very hard not to go completely feral.
"You keep kissing me like thatㅡ" he warns. "And we’re not making it through this picnic."
You’re still catching your breath.You don’t say anything mostly because you can’t yet, and partly because the way he’s looking at you. A slow grin spreads across his face.
"I really like seeing you like this."
Your brows pinch. "Like what?"
He huffs out a laugh. "All flustered. Trying real hard to pretend you’re not affected."
You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out except a weak, "I’m not—"
"Yeah, you are." He leans in, voice teasing.
Heat rushes up your neck. You look away, but he nudges your cheek with his hand, making you face him again.
"Oh, come on." he says. "I’ve seen you pissed, I’ve seen you annoyed. And I’ve seen you try to act all tough with me." His thumb brushes your jaw. "But you’re not mean. Not really."
You swallow hard.
"You’re just..." he searches your face, something fond warming his expression. "A good girl who thinks she has to pretend she’s not."
Your choke on your breath and he notices instantly. The corner of his mouth lifts. "See? That's the look right there."
He taps your chin lightly.
"That’s the real you. And don’t think I haven’t noticed every time you get like this."
"You’re impossible."
"Yeah... Isn't that why you like me?"
You don't deny it. You can’t.
"LㅡLet's just eat." You huff a little, cheeks still warm, and grab a handful of chips from a paper bag. The two of you sit back on the blankets, munching in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Every now and then, he throws you a glance or a smirk.
You shove a chip in your mouth, trying not to laugh at the way he’s leaning back, arms crossed behind his head, looking way too satisfied with himself.
"Stop staring." you mutter between bites.
"I’m not staring." he says calmly. "I’m just observing. Professional observation."
You snort and roll your eyes. "Sure."
By the time the bag’s empty and the string lights above flicker lazily, you can feel the chill creeping in. Robert folds up the blankets and tosses the empty wrappers into a small crate you hadn’t noticed. He offers you his hand.
"Ready to head back?" he asks.
You nod, brushing your hair out of your face. "Yeah."
The walk back is quieter, the city slicked and glowing from the earlier rain. You keep close to him, shoulders touching as his fingers wrap tightly around your.
Finally you reach home, and you're feeling a little self conscious.
"So... Do you wanna come in?" you ask, heart thudding so loud you bet he can hear it.
He tilts his head, that smirk back in place. "Oh?"
You bite your lip, twisting the strap of your bag nervously. "Yeahㅡ You know. For a drink. Or... something."
He takes a slow step closer, eyes scanning your face "Something? What is something?"
"Oh my gㅡ Then don't come in, okay?" You sigh in annoyance that he makes you spell it out.
He watches you sputter, your irritation blooming hot across your cheeks. His smirk only deepens, but his eyes are darker now and they make it clear he already knows exactly what you meant. He just wants to hear you choke on it.
You turn toward your door, fumbling with your keys.
"Forget it." you mutter. "If you’re gonna be annoying, justㅡ don’t come in."
He follows anyway.
"Annoying?" he repeats, leaning one shoulder against your doorframe. "I’m just askin’ what you meant."
"You know what I meant."
"Do I?" His hand grazes your hip "You’re the one inviting me. Seems fair I know what I’m being invited inside for."
"And you’re stalling." he coos stepping closer until your back meets the door, then he braces a hand beside your head, caging you there.
You shoot him a nervous glare, pulse skittering like a mouse. "You areㅡ so annoying, Robert."
"Soㅡ What’d you want me to come in for?"
You swallow hard. "Just— Just come inside."
A pleased smile curves at his mouth. "Mhm. There she is."
He plucks the keys from your trembling fingers, fits them into the lock, pushes the door open while keeping you pinned in his shadow.
"Lead the way, star girl." Your knees go a little stupid but you step inside first, trying to pretend your pulse isn’t hammering at your throat, that you’re not suddenly hyper aware of every inch of your skin.
He follows, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
You don't even get to turn around before he’s already there, hands sliding around your waist, pulling you in like he’s been waiting all night for this exact second.
"You’re really quiet now." he talks against your hair. "Thought you wanted me in here."
"I do." you whisper.
"Yeah?"
His nose skims your jaw, but barely, if not for the way his grip tightens just a little. "Then why’re you shaking like that?"
"I’m not."
It’s dangerous. Is this the same man from the rooftop?
"Liar."
You feel his fingers brush under the hem of your shirt, trailing up your torso. "Relax." he says softly. "I’m not rushing you."
You nod, and that only makes him smile against your skin.
"Look at me."
You try to, but it feels like something has gone wrong in your brain. When he sees it's taking you too long he turns you around himself, pefore placing a soft kiss onto your temple.
His phone pings and you both stars at each other. He groans when he reads the message then looks up at you apologetically. "I'll let you rest now."
Your eyes widen and you're suddenly upset with yourself for not turning around faster. "Did my overly neat and tidy apartment scare you?" You try to joke, despite the knot forming in your throat.
"Nothing could scare me away from you. Maybe if you had, like, five corpses hung from the ceiling."
"So four would be okay."
He snorts and kisses your lips again, before taking your hands in his. "You go rest. No need to rush things, yeah?"
You frown. "Yeahㅡ Okay." Smiling, you pull your hands from his palms before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Thank you for tonight, Robert."
He stiffens for half a second then melts right into your arms, his hands sliding around your waist, holding you tighter than you expected. His nose brushes your cheek as he breathes you in.
"Yeah." he murmurs. " 'Course."
You stay there, pressed against him, the room quiet except for your heart thudding like it’s trying to break out of your body.
When he finally leans back, he keeps his hands on your hips, thumbs brushing slow circles into your shirt, eyes so warm and wide it makes your stomach twist. You wanna vomit.
"So..." he starts, head tilting. "Are we... a thing now? Like, a thing thing?"
"Iㅡ If you want us to be."
He raises a brow, teasing. "That wasn’t the question."
You swat his chest lightly. "Robert—"
He laughs under his breath. "Can I be your boyfriend?" he asks.
"Yesㅡ Yeah, you can."
"Hm." he hums, pleased. "Good. ’Cause I wasn’t planning on letting anyone else get anywhere near you either way."
You laugh, cheeks burning. "Possessive much?"
"Absolutely." he says without hesitation. "Get used to it."
You roll your eyes, but he sees the way you’re glowing. "Go on." he says. "Get some sleep. I’ll text you when I get home."
You nod, even though part of you wants to drag him right back in. "Okay."
He walks toward the door. "Good night, star girl."
You bite your lip, teasing. "Good night, boyfriend."
A satisfied smile spreads across his face. "See you monday." then he slips out, closing the door behind him.
Tengen with a reader who is stronger and taller than him? I just want to humble him, just a little. <3
- @ryokunaaa / Incel
─── 𝔯𝔢𝔮.l𝔦𝔫e ─ thank you for this request. i hope this is okay enough ㅜㅜㅜ tengen getting a taste of his own medicine, coming right up!🪽
🧸 :⠀❪ sfw drabble ❫
Tengen had never met someone who made him crane his neck.
You stood there, arms crossed, sunlight catching on the curve of your shoulder armor, way broader, taller, every bit as selfassured as he usually was.
It was almost funny, how quiet he got when you looked down at him with that smile.
"Something wrong?" you asked.
He blinked, eyes flicking from your face to the way your weapon rested at your hip, then back up at your lips. "You’re... tall." he said.
You raised a brow. "Well... Observation skills of a Hashira. Very impressive!"
That made him laugh. "You're cocky. I like that."
"I'm confident. And I have reasons to be." you corrected, stepping closer. "You'd know the difference if you weren't always busy getting distracted by your own self."
He grinned, recovering fast leaning in, to challenge you in a way. "Bold words for someone shorter than—"
You straightened to your full height. He fell silent midsentence, remembering who he was talking to.
"Go on?" you said amused.
Tengen blinked again. Then, instead of arguing, he laughed. "I feel like you're going to be the death of me."
"Then you'd die humbled." you replied.
He smirked. "Maybe I'd die happy, too."
Hii)) sorry I feel so awkward I’ve never requested anything before, but I was scrolling through your account and couldn’t find any request rules posted?? I wanted to request something nsfw which I think is fine but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable:/
hello dear reader! there is a section right on my pinned navigation! thank you for asking tho <3 if you have any more questions let me know.
i think sanemi is a great great character ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ i really enjoyed his backstory and the reasons he has to be the way that he is. i know on the surface hes the classic angry guy but inside he is so tender and giult ridden ㅜㅜㅜ hes someone who believes love is dangerous, that closeness leads to pain and i kind of relate to him in a way on that plane.
i've never really grown attached to him tho, and while i see why most people have a huuuge thing for him i dunno why it doesn't click for me. my fave is tengen but maybe its cuz i love loud n goofy people who are actually really moral or maybe its cuz he's almost 2 meters ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ
stawwwppp thank you so much, you are so very sweet, makin me blushhh ～ (˶˃⤙˂˶) i am happy to hear that. i keep on looking on my account and thinking it looks suuupa boring "( – ⌓ – )
do u guys think i should change my theme/aesthetic of this blog ？ if yes, any ideas or suggestions for what i could do (・_・?) also also reqs are open, and so are my pms, pls talk to meee ㅜㅜㅜ
so posts may be a little slow from now on. i dont wanna take a break, i do wanna write, even more now, but i have decided until the series that I've already started dont hit a certain quota, i wont be starting or writing anything new, ONLY REQUESTS!
so for whoever is waiting for another part on little flower/porcelain i am sorry but the second parts i feel didnt do as well as i wanted them to do so i will wait a little longer until i post the other parts. I also feel like the stories which are more lore based and have little to no smut are very overlooked and that makes me feel kind of upset.
all of that being said, thank you for being here and giving me a chance. i hope to get better and craft great stories for u all to enjoy. <3
─── 𝔯𝔢𝔮.l𝔦𝔫e ─ hello hello !! thank you for this request dear reader ! sorry for it taking so long... tumblr has been acting up for me and i dunno if i might be able to post the way i have until now. either way, enjoy! 🪽
🧸 :⠀❪ sfw headcanons ❫
He gives the best hugs, trust.
This man doesn't know how to whisper. Even when he's trying to be quiet he is still loud.
Always brings you snacks. Always. He loves seeing you happy especially while eating.
He is the definition of physical touch. if you’re in the same room, he’s either holding your hand, has a hand on your thigh, or is hugging you from behind. He gets super sad if you get up mid cuddle without warning. "Where are you going, my love? I wasn’t finished holding you yet!"
kind of jealous, and possessive. if someone flirts with you, or tries to compliment you he'll just smile and go, "Ah, yes! I have wonderful taste! But this one’s taken!"
he’s always so happy to see you. every single time.
like, you walk into the room and he lights up like the sun just rose again. "YOU’RE HERE!"
He hugs, spins you until you’re dizzy.
loves napping with you. he’ll lay flat on his back and make you his human blanket. if you try to move, he just tightens his grip "Nope. The fire needs tending."
if he has to leave, he kisses you like he’s going off to war (even if it’s just for groceries). when he comes back, even if it's been only a few hours he's like
"I missed you terribly. I saw a nice rock today and thought of you."
he’s terrible at being subtle. And he can't !! keep !! secrets !!
"Did you notice my partner looks this adorable even while chewing? Truly amazing."
loves sleeping with your head on his chest. he’ll play with your hair absentmindedly until he falls asleep too.
"Good morning. You were smiling in your sleep. Were you dreaming of me?" (you were !! and he knows it.)
if you told him to stop holding you, he’d most likely cry or get very very upset.
to whoever sent in any requests in the last 3-4 days, please please send them in again. tumblr is acting up as i said and i fear i might have to delete all requests pending.
i did message them about the issue but SHOCKER nothing was solved so yeah. i hope i can get back to posting soon and i am soo sorry for not being able to reply to any of your requests. again, they are written, i just cant seem to post any of them. ://
so i dont think ill be able to post any time soon, at least longer fics. everytime i upload something w more pics or over 500 words it shows me this message. so im sorry for requests taking longer, they are written but can't be uploaded. i hope this issue is resolved soon. :(
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