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𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗡 & 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘
────✦──── 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲. nineteen. observer of souls. i write what i’m too afraid to say aloud. lover of cold air and quiet rooms. lesbian. filipina-chinese. author of women who burn and angels who fall. arcane. katarina lives here.
—arcane woman headcannons, you sitting on their face
— Vi
Vi can’t help but groan loudly the second you settle on her face. Her hands grip your hips tightly, but you can feel her tongue working hungrily against you, and it sends shivers straight down your spine.
She loves when you grind down slowly, controlling the pace, teasing her with every little sway. Her moans get rougher, muffled under your weight, as her tongue and lips worship you like she’s been starved.
The way she mewls and tugs at your thighs drives you wild, and she’ll occasionally nibble or suck on your thighs when she gets impatient, making you buck involuntarily.
— Caitlyn
Caitlyn’s usually poised, but she’s helpless under you. She teases you back in small ways, like nibbling your inner thighs or softly licking just the edges before you press fully down.
Her hands find your hips, kneading and squeezing as her tongue teases and laps at you, trying to get every inch she can. Every little gasp or shudder you make makes her press harder, insatiable.
When you grind down fully, she groans your name, her lips and tongue tracing your folds as if memorizing every sensitive part of you, leaving you trembling with overstimulation.
— Sevika
Sevika is rough and aggressive—she loves it when you ride her face, grinding hard and fast, taking total control. Her hands dig into your thighs, pulling you closer so she can lap at you with full force.
Her moans are deep and guttural, vibrating through you as she aggressively sucks and nibbles, making sure you feel every second. If you slow, she growls, pushing you down faster to remind you who’s enjoying this more.
She’s all in—there’s no subtlety. Her tongue, lips, and even teeth are working together to bring you to your edge, making you squirm, moan, and beg without realizing it.
— Ambessa
Ambessa is deliberate and controlled at first, but when you sit on her face, all restraint vanishes. Her tongue teases you slowly at first, drawing out every inch of your pleasure.
She murmurs low, hot sounds into you, licking and sucking, her fingers sliding over your hips or thighs to guide you. The slow, tantalizing rhythm makes your thighs tremble and your moans escape in desperate bursts.
When she gets carried away, she buries her face deep, lapping at you eagerly, every lick and suck measured yet overwhelming, leaving you trembling, trembling, and completely spent in her hands.
— pussy drunk arcane woman headcannons
Sevika
Sevika can’t hide how desperate she is for your pussy. The second she sees you in tight clothes, she’s imagining sinking her tongue into you. She loves watching you shift, the subtle sway of your hips, the way your thighs brush together.
When alone, she drags you against a wall, hands gripping your hips, and buries her face between your legs. She laps at your folds, moaning your name as she tastes how wet you are.
She’s rough and possessive—pulling you closer, grinding her face into you, growling, “God, you’re dripping for me. you’re mine, and I’m taking every drop.”
She loves to hear you cry out, shiver, and call her name. Every gasp fuels her obsession, and she’ll relentlessly fuck her tongue into you until your knees shake.
Vi
Vi gets playful but greedy. She can’t resist teasing her fingers along your folds before plunging them inside you, curling them just right to make you moan.
She’s obsessed with your reactions—watching your eyes roll back, feeling your thighs clench, and hearing you beg. Her mouth soon follows, lips and tongue devouring you.
Vi loves to fuck you with her mouth and fingers at the same time, whispering low, husky things like, “Look at you… so wet… just for me.”
Even casual touches turn messy—she’ll slide a finger between your folds while holding your wrist, making you gasp and arch into her, and she thrives on the helpless sounds you make.
Caitlyn
Caitlyn’s obsession is slow, deliberate, and meticulous. She’ll tease you first, parting your thighs, running her tongue over the outer folds, and tracing your clit with her finger before daring to lick fully.
She loves the way you shiver under her touch, the soft, breathless moans you make. Hearing you call her name or whimper for more makes her insatiable.
Caitlyn is fascinated by every detail—how your pussy tastes, how wet you get for her, how your muscles tighten around her tongue or fingers. She’ll make you beg for her mouth, and she takes her time making you scream.
Even in public, subtle touches—her thumb sliding over your folds under your skirt—leave her flushed and obsessed, fantasizing about devouring you later.
Ambessa
Ambessa’s obsession is aggressive and commanding. She can’t resist pressing you against her, spreading your legs, and taking you with her mouth. Her tongue and lips are relentless, teasing, sucking, licking, and plunging deep.
She thrives on dominance—holding your hips down, making you whimper, cry out, and beg. Every sound you make only fuels her need to fuck your pussy with her mouth.
She talks dirty as she goes, whispering exactly what she wants to do to you, making you hotter and wetter. “You’re mine, and I’m not stopping until you’re trembling… until you scream my name.”
Ambessa loves to make you cum over and over, sometimes teasing with pauses or pulling back slightly, just so she can see your desperation before diving back in.
.... toji fushiguro who's obsessed with your boobs, please?
Toji and your boobs is a whole mood. he notices them the second he sees you. like not even trying, just automatically. it’s like gravity or something. he doesn’t even hide it, honestly. he’ll glance, smirk, and somehow end up casually sliding a hand over you without thinking twice. and the thing is, he’s rough, sure, but when it comes to you? he’s obsessed in the weirdest, slightly possessive way. like he needs to touch them, feel them, even just hold them while he’s thinking or talking.
sometimes he’ll cup them through your shirt and just, stare at your face to see your reaction. loves it when you squirm, obviously, but the cutest is when you’re shy about it. he’s like: “what? you like it, don’t lie,” and you’re like red as hell and muttering “I- i don’t know,” and he just laughs low and tightens his grip ever so slightly, making you gasp.
and the thing is, he’s weirdly attentive. he notices little changes—your nipples hardening, the way your chest rises when you breathe fast, how soft you feel under his hands. he loves it all. and then, if he’s in the mood, he’ll lean in and kiss your neck, sometimes nuzzle against your chest, murmuring like… “god, they're so soft and fluff.”
he’s possessive in a way that’s kind of scary but also, hot. like he’ll make you sit on his lap just so he can have both hands on your boobs, smirk at you while you whine a little, and then maybe bite your shoulder softly while whispering, “don’t even think about moving.”
and the best part? he’s obsessed even when you’re doing normal things. cooking, walking, sitting on the couch—he’ll find a way to rest a hand there, squeeze lightly, and just watch you, like he’s memorizing every curve.
and honestly, it’s the kind of obsession that makes your heart race because you know he’s completely addicted to them. like, he doesn’t need to say much, his hands, his eyes, his low hums say it all.
─── 𝗣𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗞◞
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ── sevika. ambessa. vi. caitlyn.
── 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮
Sevika can’t hide how desperate she is for your pussy. The second she sees you in tight clothes, she’s imagining sinking her tongue into you. She loves watching you shift, the subtle sway of your hips, the way your thighs brush together.
When alone, she drags you against a wall, hands gripping your hips, and buries her face between your legs. She laps at your folds, moaning your name as she tastes how wet you are.
She’s rough and possessive—pulling you closer, grinding her face into you, growling, “God, you’re dripping for me… and I’m taking every drop.”
She loves to hear you cry out, shiver, and call her name. Every gasp fuels her obsession, and she’ll relentlessly fuck her tongue into you until your knees shake.
── 𝘃𝗶
Vi gets playful but greedy. She can’t resist teasing her fingers along your folds before plunging them inside you, curling them just right to make you moan.
She’s obsessed with your reactions—watching your eyes roll back, feeling your thighs clench, and hearing you beg. Her mouth soon follows, lips and tongue devouring you.
Vi loves to fuck you with her mouth and fingers at the same time, whispering low, husky things like, “Look at you… so wet… just for me.”
Even casual touches turn messy—she’ll slide a finger between your folds while holding your wrist, making you gasp and arch into her, and she thrives on the helpless sounds you make.
── 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮
Ambessa’s obsession is aggressive and commanding. She can’t resist pressing you against her, spreading your legs, and taking you with her mouth. Her tongue and lips are relentless, teasing, sucking, licking, and plunging deep.
She thrives on dominance—holding your hips down, making you whimper, cry out, and beg. Every sound you make only fuels her need to fuck your pussy with her mouth.
She talks dirty as she goes, whispering exactly what she wants to do to you, making you hotter and wetter. “You’re mine, and I’m not stopping until you’re trembling… until you scream my name.”
Ambessa loves to make you cum over and over, sometimes teasing with pauses or pulling back slightly, just so she can see your desperation before diving back in.
── 𝗰𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝘆𝗻
Caitlyn’s obsession is slow, deliberate, and meticulous. She’ll tease you first, parting your thighs, running her tongue over the outer folds, and tracing your clit with her finger before daring to lick fully.
She loves the way you shiver under her touch, the soft, breathless moans you make. Hearing you call her name or whimper for more makes her insatiable.
Caitlyn is fascinated by every detail—how your pussy tastes, how wet you get for her, how your muscles tighten around her tongue or fingers. She’ll make you beg for her mouth, and she takes her time making you scream.
Even in public, subtle touches—her thumb sliding over your folds under your skirt—leave her flushed and obsessed, fantasizing about devouring you later.
─── 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧!?
𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 reacting to you sending them nudes
─── 𝗩𝗜
she opens your message mid-break, smirking as her eyes widen.
“well… look at you,” she mutters, scrolling slowly, letting the image sink in.
her hand drifts down, fingers brushing over herself as she imagines your lips and hands on her.
“shit- you’re way too hot for this,” she groans, biting her lip. “you want me thinking about this all day, huh?”
she leans back in her chair, closing her eyes, whispering your name while teasing herself, imagining the exact way you’d moan for her.
─── 𝗖𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗬𝗡
she stares at her phone for a second, adjusting her glasses, then leans back, smirk forming.
“mhm, aren’t you bold?” she murmurs, fingers tracing the screen over and over.
her mind immediately fills with how she’d touch you if you were there, imagining teasing kisses and hands running along your body.
“you really want to make me feel this… just like that?” she whispers, pressing her thighs together while imagining your moans.
she bites her lip, shaking her head with a smirk. “i’m going to make you regret teasing me like this… in the best way.”
─── 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗔
she growls low as she scrolls through, eyes darkening, heat spreading across her chest.
“shit- look at this brat,” she mutters, fingers brushing over herself roughly.
she grips the phone tighter, imagining you under her, moaning and squirming, teasing her relentlessly.
“you think you can get away with this, huh?” she hisses, smirking darkly. “i’m gonna make you wish you’d sent this in person.”
her hips roll against her hand as she whispers your name, shoving the phone aside for a moment, already imagining the messy aftermath of teasing you back.
─── 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔
she leans against her desk, smirking as she sees your message, lips curving into a dark grin.
“well, aren’t you reckless, little one?” she murmurs, voice low, brushing her fingers over herself.
she imagines you kneeling before her, taking her exactly like this, moaning and whining for her attention.
“i love how bold you are, making me think about you like this,” she groans, eyes half-lidded, voice rough.
she presses closer to herself, murmuring your name, imagining all the ways she’s going to tease and ruin you for sending her this.
⤷ ゛virgin! robert robertson ˎˊ˗
virgin! robert robertson who's careful but curious, clearly inexperienced. he blushes hard when he’s about to touch you, hands shaking slightly while exploring your body for the first time, making it messy and hesitant but passionate.
virgin! robert robertson who loves teasing your body first, kissing your neck, breasts, and inner thighs before daring to touch your core. he takes his time, making your body tremble as he finally slips a finger inside, unsure but desperate to feel you.
virgin! robert robertson first few times are messy and clumsy, with moans, gasps, and sticky fingers, but he loves watching your reactions, adjusting and groaning as he learns what makes you shiver and squirm.
virgin! robert robertson every time you moan or cum, he blushes and whispers soft praise, telling you how good you feel and how much he’s thought about this. he’s shy but growing confident as he watches your body respond to him.
virgin! robert robertson who's nervous but eager to taste you, he goes slowly at first, unsure of technique, then gets desperate as he hears you moan, holding your hips while his tongue and lips explore, making you tremble under him.
virgin! robert robertson his inexperience makes him attentive, careful, and hungry at the same time. every movement is focused on you, groaning quietly as he thrusts, messy and wet, learning to give pleasure while holding you close.
virgin! robert robertson after messy, heated sex, he blushes while holding you tight, stroking your hair, murmuring how good you were, and confessing how nervous he was at first but how much he loved every second of it.
virgin! robert robertson even inexperienced, he gets possessive when anyone else looks at you, pressing you close, whispering that you’re his, and making sure you’re completely satisfied before anyone else gets a chance.
GAHH!!! I love that you write for both male and female characters <3 Could I maybe request a virgin!user x robert fic? 👀 - 🦌
i’m really glad you enjoy that i write for both male and female characters, i just go where the ideas hit. and yes, i can do the virgin!reader x robert fic. the concept is interesting and i’d love to try it. thank you, seriously. that made me smile a little too hard. just a heads up though, i’m a pretty slow writer and life keeps me busy, so it might take me a bit before i post anything. but i will get to it, i promise. i’ll write it when i have the time and make sure it turns out good :)
❝𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘞𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋❞
g!p arcane women when you give them head (blowjob)
── (v.) vi
you’re on your knees in front of her, lips sliding over her cock while she grips your hair tightly. “yeah, just like that,” she groans, hips twitching.
you hum around her, taking her deeper, and she presses you closer, voice rough. “don’t stop baby, keep going, you’re good at this.”
she leans forward, chest brushing yours, teeth grazing your shoulder, making you shiver while she watches your face fall apart under her. she pulls you closer by the back of your head, pressing herself fully against your mouth, groaning low.
“shit, you’re gonna make me come already,” she mutters, hips snapping slightly. you follow her lead eagerly, bobbing and swirling, moaning softly around her. she groans louder, voice rough and commanding, holding you in place while she rides the sensation.
─── (c.) caitlyn
she’s perched on the desk, legs spread slightly, watching you as you take her with careful movements. “mhm darling, you’re not shy, huh?” she teases, eyes sharp.
your hands clutch her thighs, lips working her fully, and she groans, leaning back, pressing her hips down to feel more of you. “just like that, darling don’t stop, keep going,” she murmurs, voice low and rough, running her hands through your hair.
“shit, yeah, right there,” she groans, tilting her hips for more pressure. your mouth works her expertly, tasting her, and she shivers, holding your head close, groaning at every movement.
─── (s.) sevika
she grabs your shoulders, pulling you flush against her, smirking darkly as you bob your head. “fuck, don’t hold back,” she growls, pressing into your mouth.
you take her deeper, lips sliding over her fully, and she chuckles, teeth grazing your neck. “that’s it, yeah, keep going, don’t choke on me too much, sweetheart”
she presses herself fully against you, hands gripping your hair tightly, hips moving slightly to tease. “shit, you feel so good,” she groans, voice low and rough.
you hum and swirl your tongue, tasting her, moaning softly around her while she shudders and presses closer.
─── (a.) ambessa
you're straddling her lap, letting you kiss and suck her fully while murmuring dirty words. “you’re a good one, huh?” she teases, eyes half-lidded, hand on your shoulder.
you nod, taking her deeper, and she groans, leaning down to press her lips to yours, pressing her hips into you.she leans forward, holding your head gently, whispering in your ear while you take her fully.
“don’t stop, yeah, just like that, little one.” she murmurs, groaning as she moves against your mouth.
your lips and tongue work her expertly, she shudders, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you close as she rides the sensation.
⤷ ゛virgin! robert robertson ˎˊ˗
virgin! robert robertson who's careful but curious, clearly inexperienced. he blushes hard when he’s about to touch you, hands shaking slightly while exploring your body for the first time, making it messy and hesitant but passionate.
virgin! robert robertson who loves teasing your body first, kissing your neck, breasts, and inner thighs before daring to touch your core. he takes his time, making your body tremble as he finally slips a finger inside, unsure but desperate to feel you.
virgin! robert robertson first few times are messy and clumsy, with moans, gasps, and sticky fingers, but he loves watching your reactions, adjusting and groaning as he learns what makes you shiver and squirm.
virgin! robert robertson every time you moan or cum, he blushes and whispers soft praise, telling you how good you feel and how much he’s thought about this. he’s shy but growing confident as he watches your body respond to him.
virgin! robert robertson who's nervous but eager to taste you, he goes slowly at first, unsure of technique, then gets desperate as he hears you moan, holding your hips while his tongue and lips explore, making you tremble under him.
virgin! robert robertson his inexperience makes him attentive, careful, and hungry at the same time. every movement is focused on you, groaning quietly as he thrusts, messy and wet, learning to give pleasure while holding you close.
virgin! robert robertson after messy, heated sex, he blushes while holding you tight, stroking your hair, murmuring how good you were, and confessing how nervous he was at first but how much he loved every second of it.
virgin! robert robertson even inexperienced, he gets possessive when anyone else looks at you, pressing you close, whispering that you’re his, and making sure you’re completely satisfied before anyone else gets a chance.
toji who loves it when you play with his balls while you blow him
you were kneeling in front of him, fingers trailing along his length while your mouth traced slow, teasing kisses up and down. he was leaning back, one hand tangled in your hair, the other resting lazily on his thigh, watching you with that cocky smirk.
“fuck, you’re so good at this,” he groaned, voice rough, hips twitching under your hand. “but you know what i love even more?”
you looked up, heart hammering. before you could answer, his hand slid down, gripping your wrist and guiding it to his balls. your fingers cupped him, rolling and teasing, while your mouth went back to work.
“shit, yeah, just like that,” he moaned, hips pushing up into your hand, feeling every flick of your tongue and squeeze of your fingers. “fuck, don’t stop, don’t ever stop doing that.”
you whimpered around him, loving the sound of his voice, the way he pressed closer every time you played with his balls, how desperate he sounded. he was needy, messy, and completely addicted to the way you took him, hands and mouth working together.
“oh god, right there,” he groaned, holding your head, thrusting lightly into your mouth. “yeah, that’s it. don’t stop, you little brat.”
your mouth, your hand, your lips on him—everything made him groan, hiss, and shiver, and the way you were teasing his balls made him lose all control.
“fuckfuckfuck- i’m close—fuck, don’t stop,” he growled, voice rough, hand gripping your hair tighter as he spilled, shuddering, all over your tongue and chest.
he collapsed back, chest heaving, smirk soft now. “damn, you’re gonna make me addicted to this,” he murmured, still smirking, still pressed against you, sticky, messy, and completely wrecked.
You're a lesbian but, write for men? you're such a fucking slut! lesbian shouldn't write for men, it was good when you're just writing for arcane women, but you're writing for men. you're disgusting
Hey. I'm going to say this once: my sexuality does not limit what fiction I can create. I’m a lesbian, yes, and I still enjoy writing for different characters because it’s fiction. If my content isn’t for you, you’re free to leave. Don’t come into my inbox to be hateful.
And just to be clear — my writing isn’t the problem here. Your weird obsession with policing lesbians is.
husband! bakugo witnesses one of your meltdowns for the first time
It happens on a day he doesn’t expect. He comes home thinking you’re just in the shower or taking a nap, but instead he finds you sitting on the kitchen floor — knees pulled to your chest, hands shaking, breathing uneven, eyes glossy like you’re trying so hard not to cry.
At first he freezes.
Not because he doesn’t care — but because he’s never seen you like this. You’re always the one who laughs, who hugs him, who hides your struggles behind a small smile. Seeing you crumble like this hits him harder than any villain ever has.
“Baby?” His voice drops instantly, rough but cautious, like he’s afraid you’ll shatter. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”
You flinch when he kneels in front of you, and that’s when he realizes how overwhelmed you are. Your breath is too fast, your hands are trembling, and you can’t even get words out.
And Bakugou—your loud, explosive husband—goes soft.
He gently takes your wrists, lowering your hands from your face.
“It’s me,” he murmurs, leaning closer, forehead almost touching yours. “You’re okay. I got you.”
When your breath hitches, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you straight into his chest. No hesitation. He sits on the floor with you right on his lap, one arm around your waist, the other stroking the back of your head.
“You should’ve told me you were feelin’ like this…” he whispers into your hair, voice cracking just a little. “You don’t gotta hide shit from me.”
You try to apologize — but the moment the word “sorry” slips out, he shuts it down.
“Oi. Don’t you dare apologize,” he says, pulling back just enough to cup your cheeks. His thumbs wipe your tears before they even fall. “You’re allowed to break down. You hear me? You’re allowed to have bad days. I’m your husband — let me take care of you.”
Then he does what he rarely does: he kisses your forehead, slow and lingering.
Your breathing slowly evens out as he rocks you in his arms, his chin resting on the top of your head.
He whispers, barely audible, “I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Not now, not ever. You don’t deal with this alone.”
And for the rest of the night, he stays glued to your side — cooking for you, helping you shower, wrapping you in a blanket, holding your hand until you fall asleep on his chest.
Because Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t just love you loudly.
He loves you gently, too — especially when you need it most.
a/n: i made a bakugo version since a lot of people liked the robert one, and my friend asked me to do a bakugo one lol
─── NO NUT NOVEMBER CHALLENGE WITH ROBERT
synopsis: you and robert haven’t touched in eight days. When he comes home, the tension explodes into rough, hungry, and all-consuming sex.
contents: rough sex, edging, oral(r! receiving), blowjob, creampie, multiple orgasms, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial.
The house was too quiet. Eight days. Eight goddamn days since Robert had last touched you, last buried himself inside you, last claimed you in ways that left you trembling for hours afterward. The distance had been a test— work, some unspoken crisis—and every day without him had been a fight to keep your sanity intact. But tonight, the air was charged with tension. Tonight, he was home.
You were in the living room, pacing slowly, your fingers tugging at the edge of your shirt, imagining the weight of him pressing against you. The front door clicked, and your pulse spiked. You didn’t need to look. You already knew it was him.
“Y/N,” his deep voice called from the hallway, low, guttural, and already leaving a trail of heat across your skin.
You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your body moved before your brain could catch up, toward him, breath catching as his eyes locked on yours. There was that sharp gleam in them—the one that promised both punishment and ecstasy. He stepped into the room, tall, commanding, his hand brushing a stray strand of your hair from your face.
“You’ve been bad,” he murmured, fingers ghosting down your jawline, brushing against your lips. “Eight days, and you’re still this wet for me?”
Your breath hitched. “I… I missed you,” you admitted, voice trembling.
“Missed me?” His hands gripped your hips, tugging you flush against him. “I don’t want words. I want action. I want you.”
Before you could protest, his lips were on yours, rough and demanding, teeth grazing as his hands roamed with intent. You melted against him, the pent-up tension of over a week completely unraveling under his touch.
He pulled back, letting his gaze rake over your body. “God, you’ve been waiting for me,” he said, voice thick with lust. His hand slid down, brushing against your wetness over your panties. Your back arched instinctively.
“I—Robert—” you tried to speak, but he silenced you with his hand over your mouth.
“No talking. Not yet,” he commanded. He tugged you toward the bedroom, a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbone, teasing, marking, tasting. By the time you hit the edge of the bed, your body was on fire, every nerve screaming for him.
“Off,” he said, pushing your clothes away with practiced ease, exposing your bare skin to his hungry eyes. He knelt before you, hands bracing on either side of your thighs, and you already knew what was coming. His mouth was on you, slow at first, teasing the sensitive skin, lapping and sucking in a way that made your hips jerk.
“Robert…” your voice broke.
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said against you, teeth grazing your inner thighs. “Not until I say so. Understand?”
“Yes,” you whimpered.
He smirked, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, then deepened his ministrations, slipping a finger inside you. You gasped, your thighs quivering, your hips thrusting on instinct. He teased relentlessly, curling his finger, hitting the spot that made your knees shake, but he never let you reach release. Edging. For eight days, he’d waited, and now he was making you wait again, savoring every shiver, every plea, every shuddering moan.
“You’re mine,” he growled, slipping a second finger inside, pumping with precision. “You’ve waited this long. You’re going to beg me before you come.”
“robert, please,” You cried out, hips bucking, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you, please let me come.”
He laughed, low and dangerous. “Not yet. I said not yet.” He withdrew, leaving you gasping and trembling, desperate for release. Then he stood, yanked off his pants, and came closer, letting you take in the full sight of him. Hard, commanding, beautiful.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. You obeyed instantly, knees sinking into the carpet as he towered above you. His hands gripped your hair, guiding your mouth to his length.
You took him in, lips sliding over him, tongue teasing, swirling, tasting. He groaned, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your chin, tilting your head, controlling every movement. The sounds you made—wet, needy, desperate—spurred him on.
“God, your mouth feel so good,” he growled, thrusting lightly, testing you. You hummed around him, sucking harder, letting him feel every inch of your hunger. He edged you with his hips, slow, teasing, until your own arousal throbbed with need, your body aching for the next wave of him.
“suck. me. harder.” he ordered, thrusting into your mouth. You obeyed, lips wrapping around him, tongue sliding over the tip as he groaned, thrusting into your mouth roughly. Your hands gripped his hips, trying to take as much as you could, tasting him, feeling him fill you in a way that made your head spin.
“God, you’ve missed me,” he murmured between thrusts. “You feel so good,” His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and then letting it slide forward again. “Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.”
“I want you, robert, please,” you moaned, hips bucking, desperate.
He smirked, guiding you onto the bed, then positioned himself between your thighs. “Finally. About time.”
The first thrust drove you into the mattress, nails scraping his back, moans spilling uncontrollably. Rough, fast, commanding—he didn’t hold back. Eight days of denial poured into each movement, each groan, each slam into you. You arched into him, feeling him stretch and fill you, lost in the intensity of it.
“I own this—every part of you,” he growled, gripping your hips, pounding into you with a mix of dominance and need. “Come for me. Show me how much you’ve waited.”
You couldn’t hold back any longer. Orgasms tore through you repeatedly, clenching around him, your cries filling the room. But he didn’t stop. He kept moving, keeping you on the edge, teasing, making sure every release came sharp, jagged, incomplete. You felt your body shaking, high after high, completely at his mercy.
Finally, he slowed, pulling back slightly. “Now, now I let you take all of me.” With one final, deep thrust, he filled you, hot and hard, burying himself inside. You clutched him, legs wrapped around him, sobbing with the intensity of it, your body wracked with wave after wave of release as he drove you into submission.
He held you through it, slow and steady now, whispering your name over and over, until your trembling subsided. Then he collapsed beside you, chest heaving, arms tightening around your body.
“You were worth every second of waiting,” he murmured, brushing hair from your damp forehead. “Eight days, and I’ve never wanted anything more than you.”
You leaned into him, fingers tracing his chest, still shaking, still tasting him, still intoxicated with the aftermath of your shared fire. “I missed you too much,” you admitted softly.
He kissed your temple, a softer touch now, but still possessive, still claiming. “Never doubt it. Always.”
And for the first time in eight long days, everything finally felt complete.
⤷ ゛fuck buddy! robert robertson ˎˊ˗
fuck buddy! robert robertson who loves talking while fucking. He’ll whisper filthy things in your ear while keeping one hand gripping your waist or thigh, making you whimper, gasp, and obey his every command.
fuck buddy! robert robertson even though it’s casual, he dominates. He likes to make you stay still sometimes, holding your hands above your head, thrusting deep while telling you exactly how good you feel.
fuck buddy! robert robertson who doesn’t care if things get a little messy. Spit, sweat, slick—he loves it all. He’s the type to lean down and kiss you hard in the middle of a rough session, biting and licking your lips as he fucks you.
fuck buddy! robert robertson who sometimes makes you count with him while he thrusts, teasing you as he speeds up. “One, two, three… hold it… don’t come yet,” he growls, knowing how to push you to the edge.
fuck buddy! robert robertson even outside the bedroom, he can’t help himself. A sly touch under the table at dinner, a brush against your thigh, or a low murmur in your ear will make you squirm, reminding you that he owns these moments even when it’s casual.
fuck buddy! robert robertson after he fucks you, he doesn’t get soft right away. He’ll praise you in a rough way, still holding your hips, “You feel so good, you little slut. All mine,” before letting you collapse into him.
fuck buddy! robert robertson you both enjoy the thrill without labels. He’s possessive in the moment, demanding and rough, but outside the bedroom, he keeps it playful and teasing.
fuck buddy! robert robertson who likes to make you beg before the main event. Maybe a hand on your thigh while you’re watching a movie, whispering how wet you already are, making you squirm before he finally takes you.
fuck buddy! robert robertson sometimes he’s rough and leaves you a little breathless and sore, but occasionally he’ll stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, and smirk, “Not bad for a fuck buddy, huh?”
husband! robert witnesses one of your meltdowns for the first time
He froze for a second. “Uh… what happened?”
It had been one of those days. The kind where everything felt wrong for no reason.
You looked up, tears spilling again. “I don’t even know!” you said between sniffles. “I just— I dropped my coffee this morning, then my boss yelled at me, and then my favorite pen broke, and then I came home and stubbed my toe—” You took a shaky breath. “And now everything just sucks!”
Robert blinked. “The pen too?”
You glared through your tears. “Yes, the pen too!”
He tried not to smile, but it was no use. “Alright, okay. Come here.”
He sat beside you and gently cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your wet cheeks. “Hey, look at me.”
You shook your head. “No, I look gross.”
He tilted his head. “You look like someone who’s had a long day. Still cute, though.”
You sniffled again, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say that while I’m crying.”
“I’ll say it whenever I want,” he said, still holding your face like it was something fragile. He wiped another tear with his thumb, soft and slow. “You don’t have to hold it in, alright? Just cry if you need to. I’ve got you.”
You let out a small laugh between hiccups. “You sound like a therapist.”
He grinned. “Free therapy. Comes with the marriage license.”
You finally smiled a little, and Robert’s expression softened more. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “There we go,” he said quietly. “That’s better.”
You sighed, relaxing a bit in his hold. “Sorry for being like this.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have to say sorry for feeling things. You’re human. I’m just here to keep you from drowning in your own tears.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“Yeah, but it got you to laugh again,” he said, smirking.
You rolled your eyes, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “You’re annoying.”
“Yeah,” he said easily. “But you love me.”
You mumbled, “Unfortunately.”
He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you some water before you turn into a raisin.”
You laughed again, smacking his arm lightly. He just smiled, watching you with that calm look he always had — the one that made even the worst days feel a little lighter.
𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ❥︎ 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧
their favorite place to kiss you
─── (v.) Vi loves the thrill of sneaky, impulsive kisses. Her favorite spot is the back of your neck, where she can nuzzle you unexpectedly, leaving you weak in the knees. She enjoys the way your shoulders tense when she presses her lips there, teasing you while her hands roam playfully, just enough to remind you she’s both daring and protective. Those kisses are fiery, impatient, and always end with her grinning like a mischievous kid who knows she’s won.
─── (j.) Jinx is all about chaos, but she’s strangely tender in her moments with you. Her favorite place to kiss is the tip of your nose, a quirky and affectionate spot that makes you scrunch up in delight. She does it when she’s high on adrenaline or just wants to break the tension, punctuating her manic energy with a fleeting, silly sweetness that feels entirely hers. It’s messy, unpredictable, and full of laughter, often followed by a giggle or a playful hair-pulling smirk.
─── (c.) Caitlyn’s kisses are deliberate, controlled, and commanding, much like her personality. She loves kissing you on your lips slowly, especially when she can pull you close in a quiet moment after a long day. There’s a weight to her kisses—a reassurance and a reminder that she sees you, notices every little thing about you, and cares in a meticulous, almost protective way. It’s intense, lingering, and always leaves you breathless.
─── (m.) Mel loves the softness of intimacy, and she often steals kisses at your collarbone, pressing gentle, lingering pecks there whenever she wants to calm both of your nerves. It’s a tender spot that makes you shiver, and she knows it, relishing the quiet power she holds in these little moments. Her kisses are soothing, grounding, and affectionate, often paired with whispered reassurances or soft laughter.
─── (s.) Sevika’s kisses are fierce and possessive. She loves kissing the curve of your shoulder or the side of your neck, places she can claim without hesitation. Her style is bold and urgent, leaving a burn of heat that lingers long after she pulls away. Every kiss is a reminder that she’s protective, dominant, and unafraid to show she owns your attention.
─── (a.) Ambessa’s kisses are strategic and teasing. She likes to kiss just beneath your jawline, a spot that’s intimate yet leaves room for playful tension. Her lips linger teasingly, making it clear she’s confident, commanding, and enjoys seeing your reaction. Every kiss is calculated to disarm you, leaving a blend of thrill and warmth.
─── (l.) Lest’s kisses are calm, almost meditative. She enjoys kissing your forehead or the crown of your head, moments of quiet tenderness that feel like shelter from the world. Her style is gentle, grounding, and reassuring, letting you feel completely safe in her presence. Even in silence, her kisses carry a deep, unspoken devotion.
