Today, 5 June is @phanhowell‘s and @spaceycat‘s birthday! Make sure to go and wish them a happy birthday!! (It’s also flaming-bisexual’s birthday, if anyone knows their new url then pls tell us!)
♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: don't worry i'll make you worry by sabrina carpenter (3:42) // ✮⋆˙ " so don't worry i'll make you worry, like no other girl can... so don't worry, damn sure i'll never let you know where you stand. " ᥫ᭡.
✰ pairing: robert robertson x fem!reader
✰ includes: smut, mdni 18+, oral (f!receiving), references to fighting + superhero biz, reader is called pretty girl, bunny + baby.
✰ word count: 1.6k+
Not having powers is hard, you can't just fly away, you can't turn invisible, and in Robert's case he's just in a massive robot, easily detectable. Without fail, people know that inside is just a guy who can barely fight outside of that robot.
He had rough days often, days where he came back home beat up, days where he just came home exhausted and done. Always so caught up in being Mecha Man and finding Shroud, avenging his father. So when he came home to you, he felt horrible. He wanted to be there more often, spend time with you, after all you were his girlfriend. But he was always so tired, just wanting to sleep the day off and wake up and do it all again, an endless routine.
You were always there for him, you knew what he did. You knew how draining it was sometimes, and you knew more than all that he was sorry for what he did, but you signed up for this. So you never complained, even if it hurt more days than none - you had Beef, and that.. was somewhat enough.
So when another late night came, you really weren't surprised. You got ready for bed, brushing your teeth, putting on your pyjamas when you heard the front door open. You didn't move to go welcome Robert, you understood it was pointless. He'd just murmur a hey and fall asleep as soon as he reached the bed.
What you didn't expect was for him to come into the bathroom, his mask off his face, revealing a mess of hair and a bruise or two.
"Hi, baby." He wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms cold from his armour and from the outdoors. Robert rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes closing.
"..Hey." You continued your routine, but faltered as he started to kiss and nip at your neck, albeit a little sleepy.
"I missed you all day." He suckled a hickey into the side of your neck, "Was thinking about how I.. how I wanted to make this all up to you, in some way."
"You don't need to do that, Robbie."
"It's the least you deserve for my ignorance." He looked up at you, catching your gaze through the mirror. "Jesus, you're beautiful." He let out a breath.
"I'm.. going to get changed, but tell me when you're done, okay?"
You nodded, watching Robert leave the bathroom - actively unzipping his suit. You stared at the door in the mirror for a second, before finishing up, very haphazardly, you would admit.
You eventually walked out of the bathroom, finding him standing by the closet - shirtless. You looked at the mess of scars coating his torso, ogling just a bit. He reached out his hand, gesturing you to come over to him, you obeyed.
Robert wrapped a hand around your waist, tugging you to be close to him. His other hand moved to your chin, drawing your face up to look at him. You admired the stubble on his face, his freckles, his eyes.
"Such a pretty little thing." He mumbled to himself, "God knows why you stay around for me when I do jackshit."
A beat of silence,
"Can I make it up to you, pretty girl?"
"You're probably tired, you don't have to."
"I want to, I wouldn't be requesting this if I didn't."
You hesitated, only for a moment. Before nodding,
"Okay-- okay, yeah."
He smirked, before pulling you into a kiss. His arms wrapping around your waist again, you met his lips rather eagerly. Trying to commit them to memory.
Robert hoisted you up into his arms, his hands underneath your thighs as he made his way to the bed. He set you down, a hand steadying you on your lower back. Robert's lips moved from your own to your neck, lips meeting the hickey he put there only moments before. He made a point to put more surrounding your neck, a couple on your collarbone too before he finally pulled away.
His now warm hands moved underneath your soft pyjama shirt, feeling your sides, your stomach, your chest. Before he tugged it up and over your head - tossing it aside.
You felt a little insecure, only for a moment. Because you saw that look on Robert's face, the way he looked over you like you were all he ever wanted, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Robert's lips moved to your collarbone again, kissing a trail to the valley between your tits. His tongue darting out to lick your skin before moving to one of your tits. He took the nipple into his mouth - he lapped at the sensitive skin, looking up at you through his lashes. The look made you become wetter by the second, your hand moving into his shaggy hair, encouraging him. He moved to your other tit, doing the same to that one, he removed his lips from it with a pop.
"Will you let me apologise and go down on you baby, please?" He looked up at you, placing another kiss to your chest to sweeten the deal.
You saw that look in his eyes, of pure desire, want. You knew he wanted to do this so much, and what kind of person would you be if you declined him?
So you obliged, because of just how hungry he looked. He thanked you with a hungry kiss, with teeth and tongue - his stubble poking at your cheeks.
His scarred hands moved down your sides as he kissed you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pyjama pants.
"Do you want this, tell me you want this." He murmured against your lips.
"Of course I want this, Robbie. I want you so bad."
And thats all he needed, he kissed down your body, placing some bites and hickeys to your stomach and hipbones as he slowly tugged down your pyjama pants.
He pushed your thighs apart, placing soft kisses to your inner thighs as he pushed aside the flimsy fabric of your panties. As he saw how wet you were, he let out a groan.
"I missed this pretty pussy, been neglecting her, huh?"
He ran his rough fingers through your folds, cold against your core.
He looked up at you, cocking a brow as he spat directly onto your cunt - expecting a response. As he heard a soft moan from you, he continued his movements.
He placed soft kisses to your inner thigh, up your v line to your hip bone. You squirmed, tired of his teasing.
"Robbie--"
His hands moved to your hips, holding you down.
"Easy, just wanna make this feel good for you, baby."
He placed yet another kiss to your hip before placing an open mouth kiss to your clit, making you jump.
"Steady." He murmured, planting a tentative lick to your clit. Before moving his mouth down to lap at the arousal pooling at your entrance. Robert groaned deeply,
"God, I forgot how good you taste." He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling them apart to open yourself up to him more. Your fingers weaved into his hair, tugging gently at the roots - earning a groan from Robert.
He dove back in, his ministrations faster now, heavier. He wanted to absolutely ruin you with his tongue, and he was succeeding.
His tongue delved between your folds, lapping at you like a man starved. He looked like he was getting off on his more than you were, he just needed that de-stressor after the day - hell, week - he's had.
His hands started to knead at your thighs, looking up at you through his eyelashes. He tugged you ever-so closer to him, like he couldn't get enough.
As his tongue explored your entrance, you felt his stubble against your skin - adding more feeling into the mix, and you loved it. Practically bucking your face against his mouth.
Robert's nose bumped against your clit, you started to feel that familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.
"Robbie-- I--" You cut yourself off with a moan as his lips sealed around your clit, his tongue lapping at the sensitive bud. Your head fell back against the pillows.
That's when he tapped your thigh, his mouth moving off you.
"Eyes on me, bunny."
You swear when you looked at him, you nearly came right then and there. Your arousal mixed with his spit was dripping down his chin, clinging to his stubble.
His eyes swam with desire and pure want as he looked up at you, pussy-drunk just from feasting off you alone. He dove back in, his eyes trained on yours.
He started licking at your pussy faster, intent on seeing you crumble. Your hands started to tug harshly on his hair, squirming under his strong touch.
He wrapped his lips around your clit again, that's when you broke. You saw white, body thrashing as he ate you through it.
You grew sensitive, pushing at his head.
"Mm-- Robbie."
He pulled his mouth off you, placing kisses to your thighs. The feeling making you feel like your nerves were on fire after the orgasm he just gave you, he smirked against your skin.
Robert rose up your body, placing a kiss to your neck, cheek and finally to your lips. You tasted yourself on his tongue, but you didn't mind. You pulled back from the kiss, tilting your head to the side with a lovesick smile on your face.
"Did that compensate for my absence?" He chuckled, his voice a little hoarse.
"Maybe one more time to prove it."
𓂃.𖥔݁ ˖ " but there's something so vexing 'bout you... "
ryland grace who is constantly busy with marking assignments, setting up lessons plans and now this new science project that he cannot tell you about.
ryland grace who comes home late almost every single night without fail, leaving you having to go to bed alone and leave his dinner in the fridge.
ryland grace who just misses you so much and wants to tell you every single little thing but can't.
ryland grace who kisses at your neck and shoulders when you're already asleep in bed, stirring you awake.
ryland grace who fucks your thighs with your sleepy consent, while whimpering into your shoulder about how much he missed you. pawing at your stomach beneath your pyjamas and making such sweet noises right in your ear.
ryland grace who develops a habit of waking you up when he gets home.
ryland grace who wakes you up with his head between your thighs, lapping at your folds as his glasses fog up and tip down his nose. whimpering into your cunt as you tug at his messy hair and cums untouched from rutting into the bed.
ryland grace who lets you sit in his lap when he's marking assignments, barely putting up a fight when you push his sweats and boxers down and cockwarm him. encouraging him to grade "just one more paper" and you'll let him cum. he'll deny how his cock twitched inside you when you said that.
ryland grace who easily breaks down into a sobbing whining mess when you touch his starved cock, his hips bucking up into your hand and whines when you move away, promising you that he'll be good.
and how could you deny him such pleasure? when he's looking at you with his eyebrows so furrowed, his face flushed, and his glasses askew on his face.
ryland grace who will deny all of this from happening because of how embarassed he feels about how worked up you make him and just how much he misses you. (and how much of a subby mess you make him)
ᥫ᭡. warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v sex, minor breeding kink, minor biting kink, minor exhibitionism, fem!reader, work sex, bathroom sex.
The idea of sex at work always was displeasing to Clark, because he wasn't exactly a quiet person - so the thought of being found by literally anyone made him so embarrassed, even if it hasn't even happened.
But after everything was going wrong, his article deleting itself because of his faulty computer he refuses to get fixed out of not wanting to be a hassle, Perry telling him he has to stay late and write it because it needed to be published the next day, and Lois was getting particularly irritable over his interviews with Superman, he needed it - consequences and embarrassment be damned.
You were by the printer, fiddling with the jammed paper with a sigh - when he grabbed you by the arm tugging you into the bathroom. Pushing you up against the door as he locked it. You didn't even get a word in when he started to kiss you, pushing your jacket off your frame - letting the fabric fall haphazardly to the tiled floor. His lips were brutal, taking what he wanted, tongue and teeth, spit swapping between the two of you.
"It's 2pm." You muttered against his lips, his attack on your lips not letting up. When you finally placed a hand to his chest, pushing him back just for a moment. "What's going with you?"
"I just-- I need a little stress relief, okay baby? Please.. just this once, I'll be quiet. I just need you to be quiet." His hands situated on your hips, lifting you up with ease, setting you down on the sink's counter.
Clark's lips moved to your neck, placing kisses there as an apology and also as persuasion.
"I'll be quick, so quick." He mumbled against your skin.
You let out a breath, before nodding. "Okay, okay-- but you need to read over my article as compensation."
"Whatever you need, sweetheart." He was already making work of his belt and suit pants. Seeing Clark this eager and wanting made your heart race, watching him fumble with metal and leather as he let his pants pool around his ankles. His hands moved under your thighs, pulling you closer to the counter edge, pushing up your skirt.
His lips met yours again, a quick hand pulling your panties aside - feeling your wet core and slick folds, learning a soft moan that was muffled by his lips.
"I told you to be quiet, pretty girl." He muttered, he wasn't even looking at you when he pulled back. Just placing his cock to your entrance, letting his tip gather your slick as a faux lube.
"Just.. bite me if you need to, okay?" He placed a large hand over your mouth, looking at you finally as he sunk into your tight core. Your moans were quietened by his hand as his hips set a brutal pace, shaky hands moved to his shoulders to stabilise yourself as he pushed one of your legs up, the other around his hip as leverage.
"So pretty, you're so beautiful." His hand moved down to circle your clit, drawing shapes around the sensitive nub. Earning more moans from you as your head fell back against the mirror - his touch was addictive, strong, not shy, which spurred you on all the more.
You could tell that he was close, as his hips were stuttering and he was muttering curses under his breath more often. You didn't really want to deal with cleaning up his cum off your clothes, so what you said next was really in the heat of the moment. You plucked his hand off your mouth, your breath panting between words.
"Cum in me, Clark."
"..W-What?"
"I said cum in me, I-- shit, I don't.. wanna clean it all up off my clothes."
He then doubled his efforts, hips moving ever so faster, the schlicks of your arousal filling the cramped bathroom. His breathing was becoming heavier, his eyes completely trained on how the two of you were connected.
"S-Shit, I'm gonna cum." He mumbled, soft groans leaving him. "A-Are you gonna cum? I want you to cum first." You responded with a curt nod, eyes closing as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you - you were certain that you were pouring like a fucking spout, no doubt making a mess of his cock and boxers.
You then came with a cry, Clark's hand flew up to cover your mouth - your teeth sinking into his rough palm as catharsis. He came shortly after, rope after rope flooding your quivering cunt, so much that cum started to push out of your pussy around Clark's softening cock.
He cleaned you up with kisses, and soft praises. Pulling your clothes back into place, as he helped you off the counter - your legs were a little unsteady. For the rest of the time, he had an arm wrapped around your waist as you fixed your hair and tried to cover your blotchy cheeks.
In the back of your mind, you kind of hoped that people heard how good Clark fucked your brains out - but you'd never say that aloud.
