Hi! Could I request Robert comforting a reader who is uncomfortable with her body? Weight and appearance, maybe with her countering with Robert being awkward about his scars. I'm cool with light sexual stuff and everything building up to it, but no actual smut. Just warm fuzzies and comfort and maybe some body worship stuff. Thank you so much!!
A/N: Aw yeah lets gooo. PS: this is written with more curvy ladies in mind btw. Everyone is beautiful and valid and if you think otherwise I'm gonna come over and smooch your brains
Content: female reader, insecure reader, body insecurity, new relationship, fluff, comfort, body praise, body appreciation, reassuring robert, vulnerable robert, loving robert, suggestive, smooches!
WC: 1.2K
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You’re standing in your room, back half-turned to the mirror, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt like you’re debating something.
Robert leans against the doorway for a second, just watching you. He likes watching you. But he frowns when you glare at your phone and throw on one of Robert's old hoodies.
“Hey, you okay baby?” he asks gently.
"S-sure..." You dart your eyes from side to side, then shrug. Dismissing him too quickly.
He crosses the room and sits beside you on your bed. Not touching yet. Just giving you space. “Hmm, I don't like that answer.”
Your shoulders lift, then fall as you sigh. “Do you ever just… hate how you look?” You stare at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes.
He turns toward you fully now. “Where is this coming from?”
You gesture vaguely at yourself. “I just— I saw a picture of us earlier. From the party. I didn’t realize that’s what I look like when I stand next to you…”
His brow furrows. “What does that mean?”
You pull out your phone and show him. You’re mid-laugh, head tipped back. Your stomach curves under the fabric. Your arms look softer than you remember.
“You’re all sharp edges and broad shoulders and—” You stop yourself, embarrassed. “You look like you belong in oil paintings. I look like I wandered in from the dumb idiot convention...”
There’s a beat of stunned silence. Then Robert’s expression shifts; he's not amused.
“You think I look like I belong in a painting?”
You blink. “That’s the part you’re focusing on?”
“Yes. Because I'm not going to entertain whatever silly thought you just had about yourself.”
You groan softly and hide your face in your hands.
He gently pulls your wrists down. “Hey hey. None of that.”
“Robert…” you pout, inching away from him.
“Come on, don't hide from me.”
He turns to you. He pulls down the hood so his thumb brushes along your cheekbone, tentative.
“Why are you wearing this old thing anyway?” He picks at the sleeve. You instinctively cross your arms over your stomach, swallowing and then sighing.
“I don’t… look like the women you could have," you murmur.
He jolts a little, taken aback. “And what 'kind' of women do you mean?”
You avoid his eyes. “I just… I know I’m not exactly small. Or slender. Or delicate. Or whatever....”
He studies you for a long moment. Really studies you. Not in a cursory way. In a deliberate way that makes heat crawl up your neck.
“Can I tell you something?” he asks.
You nod, hesitant.
“I like that you’re not small.”
Your breath stutters slightly.
He shifts closer now, hands on your knees.
“I like that when I hold you, I can actually feel you.” His hands settle carefully at your waist, testing. “You’re curvy, soft, and real.”
You stare at him, heart pounding.
“I don’t want delicate,” he continues, voice lower now. “I want you, like this, the way you are.”
His thumbs move slowly, reverently, along your sides—not rushing or grabbing. Just tracing.
“Don't ever think you have to cover up around me, please. You're beautiful. And you're mine. I want to see you," he chuckles. “You have no idea,” he murmurs, “how often I have to stop myself from staring.”
A quiet, disbelieving laugh escapes you. "Don't lie to me, Robert…”
"I'm not.”
“You could have anyone.”
He exhales through his nose. “You say that like I don’t have mirrors.”
That pulls your attention. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He hesitates. And there's a flicker of self-doubt you don’t see often.
You gently reach out to hold his shoulder. “Robert.”
He doesn’t meet your eyes at first. “You’ve seen my chest and my back.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s not exactly… pretty.”
The scars. You’ve traced them once or twice before, absentmindedly, and felt the way he went still under your touch.
“They’re part of you,” you say softly.
“They’re ugly.”
Your expression sharpens. “No.”
You meet each other's eyes.
You shift onto your knees in front of him, close enough that your thighs brush his. “Don’t you dare.”
He blinks. “Don’t I dare what?”
“Say that about yourself.”
“Tch, you're gonna tell me not to hate on myself when you're doing the same thing?” His fingers twitch at his sides—like he wants to cover himself up but refuses to.
Your brows furrow. You lift your hands to his collar, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons—not seductive, not rushed. Just intentional.
You push the shirt back from his shoulders, exposing the raised lines across his skin. Your fingers trace one gently.
“These are not ugly, Robert.”
His fingers slide down your sides and hook lightly into the hem of your hoodie.
“Can I?” he asks softly.
You nod.
He lifts it slowly, like he’s unwrapping something fragile. He carefully pulls it over your head, leaving you in your cute graphic t-shirt. His fingers run along your sides, rubbing tenderly.
Slowly, he leans forward to kiss you. It’s tender, caring. He trails kisses down your neck, squeezing at your hips, your thighs getting a little lost in you.
His hands slide upward now, slow and deliberate, along your sides to your ribs. He pauses there, giving you time to pull away.
“You don’t see what I see,” he murmurs.
“I see the way your shirts hug your sides and stomach, the curve of your waist when you stretch, and I love the way your stomach presses against me when you fall asleep on my chest.” His thumb brushes lightly just under the hem of your shirt. “I love that when I squeeze your hips, you actually feel soft and real in my hands."
Your breath trembles.
“I see your thighs,” he continues, voice roughening slightly, “and I think about how they fit around me when I hold you.”
Heat blooms across your skin.
“And when you look at me,” he finishes, “like I’m something worth wanting… I don’t see flaws. I see the woman who chose me.”
“Robert…” You sigh again. “I just… don’t want to feel like the ‘before’ picture.”
He squeezes your hands, looking at you empathetically, shaking his head. “When I look at you, I see the beautiful, kind, amazing woman I fell in love with.” He freezes for half a second, not quite expecting to confess. “…and I mean that.” His ears flush faintly. “I did.”
He kisses you again, slow, careful, and full of yearning, like he's lucky to be yours.
You shift closer, climbing into his lap. His hands steady you automatically, fingers spreading along your hips.
There’s nothing frantic about it. No rush to undress. Just tender loving care. Hands learning. Lips lingering.
“There are plenty of things I’ll let you be wrong about. Your body isn’t one of them.”
A soft laugh escapes you.
He presses another kiss to your temple. Then your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth.
“You’re allowed to have bad days,” he says quietly against your skin. “But on those days, you come to me. Understood?”
You nod.
“And I’ll remind you.”
“Of what?”
His hands settle at your waist again, firmer now.
“That I am very, very into you.” His hands slide up your back, firm and warm.
“And I don’t settle. I choose.”
You kiss him again—smiling this time.
And when he pulls you closer, you relax your shoulders and forget to suck in your stomach. You just melt into him and let him hold you like something precious and solid and wanted. And just then, you let yourself believe him.
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A/N: Thank you for requesting and reading! Hope this was alright. If you want something a little more spicy and kinda in the same vein then check out Cravings pt 2! Have a great day! 🫶
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