if we ever get to a point in the robert fic where he’s shirtless, pls show his freckles some love. i head canon that they’re kinda dense on the high points of his shoulder (っ˘ڡ˘ς)
GET OUT OF MY HEADDDDD
Random Rob Stuff, #1 || Suggestive below, Robert x You
"Mm." The sound rumbled low in his throat, brows raising even as his eyes remained stubbornly shut. You hummed back, matching his tone, and he felt the curve of your smile against his neck. His own lips twitched in amusement despite the grumbled protest. His annoyance was paper-thin—a performance you both knew he didn't mean. He could never truly tire of this. Of your touch tracing the scars that mapped his body. Of your warmth bleeding into him, chasing away the lingering shadows of whatever nightmares had plagued him. It only became a problem when you teased him. When you worked him up with wandering hands and wicked whispers, then slipped away, leaving him aching and hard while citing his responsibilities as dispatcher, the team waiting for orders he could barely focus enough to give. Of the things he thought about doing that had his just getting comfortable slacks suddenly very uncomfortable again. The bathroom sees him more frequently during those days… or his car… where he’s pointedly parked farther when he knows it’s going to be bad…(he invested in sunshades after that one date and needless to say, he’s getting his money's worth). Your fingers dragged lower, nails scraping lightly over his stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath your touch, the skin growing warmer as the heart quickened. You smiled wider, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of his throat, tasting salt and warmth. "You're trouble," he muttered, voice rough with sleep and something darker. Something that had you softly laughing against his shoulder, admiring the freckles sprinkled there—beauties you’ve admired from a distance for far too long. And no, he won't confess that he shifted his head so you had better access. Or well… He will, after you have him a flushed pink, panting mess with new marks blossoming across his scarred and freckled body. Breathless as your name falls from his lips pathetically… “Please… Please, please—"
The next time he goes to work his shirt collar is pointedly all the way buttoned. Multiple comments of he’s gotta loosen it… Chase sees it at one point, pausing in his hassling. The older man raised a brow, followed by that mustache bristling as that smirk grows. The man squinting behind his glasses knowingly as he wags a gnarled finger up and down.
No amount of ‘it’s not what it looks like’ will halt the teasing of ‘leopard spots’ and ‘new freckles’ and whatever old man terms Chase conjures up either.
Because it is, for a fact, exactly what it looks like…
Not entirely freckled focused but I was honestly somewhat inspired to release this knowing I’m not using it or building on it anytime soon. Might do that with other small WIPs, just to keep y’all occupied while I’m working on stuff. Idk yet, we shall see
EDIT: My dumbass found a draft literally called ‘freckle worship’ right after posting this. 😭😭 I hate myself omg… I’ll post that later <3