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On my knees, begging for waterboy x reader mating press stuff, like him doing it, and him being so big that all you can do is roll your eyes into the back of your head, gasping like he is somehow in your lungs, and he is an absolute mess because of it. Pls and thank you 🙏
Ehehehehehehe
Writing this was so amusing in the back of my head because this would probably kill me. I'm so un-flexible, I know I would pass out and die. But what a way to go, amirite?! Send me to Valhalla, Herman
Waterboy x F!reader, your POV but no y/n, porn with next to no plot, PiV sex
"A-are. Are you sure?!"
You learned this quickly, but: Herman was not a prude. No. The look of uncertainty on his face, the reluctance: it had nothing to do with the fact you asked him to fuck you. He's private, yes, but alone together, you can whisper any kind of dirty thought in his ear and he'll just grin and drag you towards the nearest stable surface.
It was what you wanted. But, again. Not a prude. Just a sweetheart with a nuclear sex drive.
Herman squints at the page he googled, tilting his head. Looking from the screen to you, phone barely visible in his gorgeous, giant hand. You're already thinking about those fingers. It's been too long. Well, too long by your standards. A week apart and now you're feral.
"Th--that's gonna. Hurt you."
"Says who?!" you challenge.
You're both naked, already sweaty, skin flushed. Only Herman would stop in the middle of foreplay to do research.
Fuck, you love him.
He gestures to the screen as he flips it around to you, the image of a man bearing down on a folded-in-half woman lighting your fire a bit more. "S-says this! That's! Th-this is s-something from porn comics where are your organs supposed to go?"
You cackle.
"It's physically possible. I promise."
He squints again. "H-how do you. Know?" The faintest smirk. He's not accusing you of anything. That's the you missed me so bad you started scrolling porn again face.
Every time you've asked him to try something you saw on an x-rated twitter post, it's gone...well. You tell him as much. And he sighs like a parent finally giving into a request for candy. "If I h-hear one bone pop--"
"I will tell you if it hurts, Herm. When have I ever not?"
A fair point. With mischievous concession, he tosses his phone to the side. You bite your lip and grin with anticipation when he crawls towards you, shaking his head with that lopsided smile you love so much, muttering, "you're in-incorrigible." Then he sighs blissfully, kissing you deep, getting back into the motions. Fingers working you open, teeth scraping your neck. "S'gonna be...real deep, y'know..." he mumbles. "I. P-please tell me if..."
You hold him. Kiss his shoulder, up his neck, squeezing him so lovingly. "I will, Herm. Don't worry."
Once, at your suggestion, he tried to rip some pantyhose off you and they proved so durable all he did was give you a soul-rending wedgie. He actually cried, but you were crying laughing, pain be damned. He was always willing to try anything that didn't make him uncomfortable, but the one thing he never wanted to do was hurt you.
Love bites didn't count, of course.
When you're squirming the way he likes, he gives you another savoring kiss before sitting up. "Al--okay. Uh. H-here..."
He slips his shoulders under your knees and slowly leans forward, like he's testing the integrity of your tendons. The swollen tip of him nudges your folds before sliding away, and you whine in the back of your throat. "Don't tease me," you try to chase him, but you're not very mobile like this.
You snake your hand downward to guide him in, but he gently grabs your wrist with a soft laugh. "P-patience," he warns. Heat shocks through your stomach.
Certain positions really bring out this commandeering, confident side of him that drives you completely insane. You know that look in his eye. It's back again. Truth be told there's no way you don't love Herman; soft and sweet, hard and needy, and this; a controlling but gentle dominating aura. He is never too much of anything.
He blushes under the look you're giving him; something adoring, so consumed with how you feel for him you can barely stand it, and he abandons the slow game. That sweet, sweet man can't stop himself from melting over the way you look at him, not for a second, and with a hitched breath he leaves you to your mischief, freeing his hand to cradle your head.
"Hmmmh."
God, you missed him. A week felt like a year when you couldn't curl up on him at night. Next time you have to rush back home for an emergency, you're bringing him with you. Herman sheaths himself in you in one slow thrust, shuddering and biting back a groan.
You lose the ability to think.
Real deep indeed. The way you're contorted, it's like you're harder to stretch, on top of everything else. You feel every single twitch, every inch. It feels amazing. More than usual. Generally you have a few sensitive spots that Herman rarely misses due to his size and finesse, and oh boy are they still there, but he's hitting them all at once this way.
You exhale with effort, slurring out a groan, and all you can do is nod when he asks if you're okay.
And, you are. Until he starts moving.
Herman always has to be careful. He's stronger than most normies, even many supers. Seeing you helpless under him, completely dumb on his cock, is testing his restraint. He wants to nail you to this bed. He wants to see how many noises he can pull out of you.
And, well. It's not like you didn't ask him for this. Literally.
You're so snug and hot around him, gasping and trying to fuck back into him, and this primordial spark in the ancient parts of his brain ignites at the sight of it all. Your eyes can't stay open, rolled back into your head as you arch and paw at his arms, whining attempts at words but nothing more.
Better yet, he never realized that there's usually two inches or so that never gets to enjoy your heat. Until now. Truly flush, utterly buried, he sinks against you and lets out a breath and just enjoys it for a moment, kissing you to silence your mewling, sucking your ear before filling it with a warning whisper.
"J-just speak up, if, if it's too much," he moans.
He shrugs his shoulders; not quickly, but a slow raise, bending you yet further, and the most delightful squeak crawls past your lips as they twitch into a smile. Your brows pressed together, your voice weak, all from just this. This slow, delicate pace that's tearing him apart at the seams because he can feel every single twitch, down to the slightest quiver.
You squirm upwards, legs trembling against him, sucking in a breath like you've just surfaced from the bottom of the sea, and he slows. Just for a moment. Slows until you wordlessly shake your head, thread your arms between the tangle of you both, and pull him closer. Harder.
He knows if he asks again -- are you sure -- it's going to frustrate you. He also knows that maybe, this is worth a concise warning. But his body, his instincts; they take over, now.
You are a spectator watching your train of thought rocket on by.
Holyshitholyshit
He feels even bigger this way, somehow. Inescapable. At his mercy as he rolls his hips, grinding into you; you swear you feel the edge of his thrusts deep in your chest, and you catch his eye before he boils over. Just in time to witness the shift. He's blurry, because you're drenched and your eyes can't focus anymore, but you blink it away just in time.
The light in his gaze turns to fire.
Herman draws back like he's pulling out, like he's done, and you ready the questioning, begging whine but only manage a raspy cry because he drives himself back inside with a sharp, almost mean thrust. You bounce against the pillow, head thrown back, white-hot bliss searing all through you, spiraling around your walls and drawing them tighter with a pleasured clench.
And he chokes on a noise, shaking above you, groaning through his teeth as he does it again. And again. Faster and faster, every time he realizes you're not telling him to stop, or slow, or to change positions. He readjusts slightly, hiking you closer, bending you to your limit in the mating press to end them all.
The unsung champion is right here in Torrance. Everyone can stop now.
All you can do is breathe and cry out. He's fucking you like he never will again, pupils blown, hair stuck to his face, dripping from every single pore as he whimpers and shakes. It's like he can't stop; a prisoner in his own body, just along for the ride. No conscious effort: just instinct.
He's really hot like this.
The backs of your thighs burn, but nothing's burning hotter than him, and the feeling of him charging through you again and again.
"F-feels so--God--" he whines the last word, long and drawn out, sagging over you while every inch of your insides flutter around him.
Your clit is burning, a pit of heat building and building; you're going to come like this, and hard, but you are greedy. And he is dangerously close. You can tell, by now; he gets this full body shake, holds his breath without knowing, and he fucks ridiculously hard when he's like this. At all times, that approach to the end feels incredible, but especially now; now that he's leaving an imprint of himself in you, stretching you like you've never felt before, dragging across every raw nerve you have, you know you're in for it when that tingle flares across your scalp and shoots down your spine.
"H-Herm, t-t-touch--please--"
It bears no repeating. He doesn't even stop, consumed with feral need to bury himself deep, fill you as much as he can; Herman just shifts slightly and clumsily drags his trembling fingers around until he hits your aching bud, a husky, fried laugh huffing out of him when you jolt.
And that's when the real punishment begins, because he's swirling and massaging with more speed than usual, pounding into you like he needs to prove himself, licking and nipping at your neck, and it's really all too much.
Not enough to make you tap out.
Enough to destroy your voice, though.
"Fffffuuuuuhuhhhhhck--" You scream. You actually scream. Normally this would startle him; normally, he would stop, a cold shock hitting his guts for fear that he hit your cervix or worse, tore something; but it just. Satisfies something. That spark flares ever brighter.
And the face he makes is not fear, not worry; it's this dark thing, like you're prey he's caught, but also like you're his only chance of redemption or peace, like you're the key to some long-awaited prophecy. Watching you unravel like this blooms red up his neck, his cheeks, his ears. His eye twitches when you clench around him endlessly, sucking him back inside as much as he's pushing, like your pussy itself doesn't want him to ever leave and God help him, he wouldn't if you asked as much.
Without meaning to, he pistons rougher, on the burning edge of his own release, listening and feeling for those telltale signs because you don't always tell him. Sometimes you try to ride it out, and he hates it. He doesn't want you to be in pain during this, and you always laugh when he tells you that you care too much about his enjoyment but it's true.
So, he drags himself back to be more alert, peeking out of the fog of lust so he can pick up on the subtleties. You tense different when he moves wrong versus when he moves right. You sigh different. But, fuck, you're just moaning and writhing, nails biting his skin, and you come again. Crying out his name breathlessly.
That ruins him.
It always feels good, with you, but he loves it when you're squeezing him tight as he fills you to the brim. It is monumental, what this does to him. Herman's body locks and his orgasm hits like a ripcord starting a motor; fast, rough, hard. His vision narrows, his skin burns, and this staggered, loud groan tears from his throat, barely muffling against your neck as he ruts into you with uneven, desperate strokes. With every milking twitch he shoves in again, until he's spent, slapping his hips into yours until he can go no further.
You are still not done with him, not even then; your walls flutter relentlessly, pulling just that much more from his cock. He hisses and grinds himself around in you, a needy moan betraying any bravado he'd exuded. You feel so good. Even when he's spent, when he's too sensitive; you feel. So. Good.
Herman usually can't go much longer after he's come. He stays hard for a while after, that's not the problem. The problem is how sensitive he gets. So you're surprised to feel him still going for it, albeit slowly, weakly, his hands roaming. You don't have much energy to speak, though if you did you'd tell him he doesn't have to continue if he's not--
"F-ff-fuck."
The short, desperate strokes graduate to longer ones. He's shaking so bad you're worried he might pass out, but Herman doesn't seem to be in any discomfort. The exact opposite, really. Still, you manage past a parched throat, "you, you okay?"
He nods against you with a husky affirmative sound, his mouth open on your neck, breath fanning. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, but you're sad to admit you may just be spent. You can feel him, but not like before. Your body's tapping out. His, though...
"I-I-I'm. God, I'm gonna--I'm close, again, so, so, s-s-soclose, c-can, can I? A-Are you...?"
You bite your lip. "You're so fucking hot," you manage, tracing a finger down his back. "I want it."
All he can respond with is a wordless, needy whine, and he's lost again. Lost worse than before. Mumbling into your skin as he fiercely, desperately fucks into you.
"Y're mine, God, forever--always--mine--I--AH--"
His voice stalls and strains against his throat and all Herman can do is breathe like he's trying not to die. You feel him throb and empty himself a second time, hot, flooding, leaking out as he plunges deeper and then finally stays there with a loud, drawn out, satisfied groan.
Curled over you, balancing his weight elsewhere because you're already short of breath. Herman stays there, cursing aimlessly, for what feels like hours before his breath finally steadies. "Th-that's. That's a. New favorite," he wheezes, barely sitting up. Unsteady. Exhausted.
He looks down at the spectacle: still deep in you, leaking around him, and that smirk says it all. Herman likes switching things up. He can fuck romantic, he can fuck needy, he can fuck like an animal. But that suggestion awakened something else, something new, and you do not know peace for the rest of the week. Which is fine by you.
My husband Time to finally add more characters to the Dispatch repertoire 😌
🔧 THE boyfriend to go hiking with. If you get tired you KNOW bro is carrying you bridal style the entire rest of the way back even if you say you're feeling better. Nope, too late 😌
🔧 He’s not the best cook but he’s very willing to learn! Please show him how to make all your favorite things and he will memorize them!
🔧 Would 100% be down to get matching tattoos with you if you ever wanted to.
🔧 Absolutely adores having game nights with you, especially playing Mario Kart! Royd isn't super duper competitive at it, preferring to just have fun but he will teasingly trash talk you if you do it to him.
🔧 Bumps you with his hip when he walks by you at your desk/work station and gives you that million-watt smile.
🔧 His hand practically spans the breadth of your back, which he almost always cradles when you kiss.
🔧 People don’t expect it from him, but he’s a surprisingly good dancer at least when it comes to partner dances. Take Royd out to a ballroom/swing event and he’s surprisingly gentle and aware of the space he takes up. And oh yes he will dip you without fear, chuckling if you squeak in surprise.
🔧 You’re never going to pay for car, phone, etc. repairs EVER AGAIN you lucky duck 😌
🔧 Very supportive if you’re into working out or just trying to get more active! Royd is there to spot you happily and is very helpful and coming up with exercises you can do that push you but not too much no matter what level you’re at! “‘S no problem at all,” he assures you with a grin, hands at the ready as you try a new weight.
🔧 Royd isn’t a possessive boyfriend at all, he trusts you, but he does like to show off that you’re his so expect an arm around your shoulders, waist, or the back of your chair while you’re out!
🔧 He’s also definitely the type of boyfriend who LOOOOVES seeing you wear his clothes 🤭 probably leaves his clothes behind with you on purpose tbh.
🔧 Hand-makes you gifts as much as he can! You like knitted clothes or plushies? Royd reasons if he can rebuild a giant mech suit he can handle some needles and yarn! He’s pretty good at drawing so visual art’s an easy one too.
🔧 Yes, he will occasionally tease you if you’re a lot shorter than him! May call you ‘small fry’ or hold stuff above your head and charge a kiss to get it back 😌 he caves quickly if you pout, though and won’t do it if you hate it/feel insecure, he really doesn’t like making you sad or uncomfortable!
🔧 May not be possessive but does get protective. Puts an arm across you and steps between you and danger with zero hesitation hot. Walks on the side of the street closest to the road and will gently scoot or lift you away if there’s glass or something on the ground.
🔧 Absolutely loves beach dates! Will overpack because if you go he is doing everything. Very dedicated to taking care in the sun no matter what skin type you have, so free opportunity to have him rub sunscreen on you like the classic scenes 😌
🔧 Royd is so confident in you! Hype man of all hype men who’s there to tell you you can do whatever it is you’re nervous about, that you’ll be great at that new hobby, that why wouldn’t that job want your amazing self?
🔧 Definitely the boyfriend who doodles on your skin if you let him. Love notes, mini blueprints, designs that resemble his own tattoos, reminders for you OR him because “If it’s on you, I’ll be seein’ it no questions 😏”
🔧 Kisses to the top of your head. All the time 😘
🔧 Royd loves approaching you from behind, wrapping his arms warmly around you. If he can tell you’re feeling playful, too, he’ll probably lift you up off the ground!
🔧 Lets it slip how long he wants your relationship to go by accidentally making comments like “This’ll be a story to tell the kids, eh?” or “I’ll never treat you like that once we’re married!” And if you have a different future vision Royd is happy to hear it as long as you’re there by his side 🫶🏻
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Yeah ok I'm dollification-pilled for herm 😛😛😛 if ur wanting to answer, what do you think his opinions would be on other fashion subcultures that are less "cute/soft"?
I've been personally daydreaming about some gyaru (tsuyome, rokku, oneegyaru, etc.) (also, completely uneducated in actual gyaru culture so those may be mispelled or completely wrong) and mcbling/y2k dolly outfits for herm to dress us in but i luv thinking about all the different styles/materials too :3
Hmmm would herm be a zebra or leopard print guy haha
There's something about y2k glam that I just love. I would rather die than actually wear low rise pants because I hate the feeling, but damn do I love the way people look in it. It's the urge to recreate outfits from Mean Girls and Legally Blonde.
Herm has a preference for more frilly and porcelain doll type of aesthetic, I've mentioned that those were some of his favorite toys growing up before. Obviously though, he does care about your opinion and would never want to put you in something you felt uncomfortable with.
He loves dressing you up in a gyaru aesthetic, both because it's a cheaper outfit and because he gets to spend a long time on doing your makeup. Yes Waterboy is the one doing your makeup, it's one of his favorite parts of getting you ready. Every once in a while, he just stops working on it to look at you, not to look at his work, but to just look at you.
Herm is obsessed with buying you low rise pants with words on the ass and matching it with a whale tale that sticks out a lot. Or short low rise skirts with those high flared out socks and a chunky belt.
He also still has a bunch of his emo y2k clothes from his childhood that still fits, so he would love to dress up with you sometimes as well and take selfies together. He would even take pictures with an old phone he used to use that his grandma kept in a box for years.
It's mixing the best parts of his nostalgia with his current best parts of his life. He's practically giddy with endorphins whenever he sees you happy to be dressed up like this.
Man dollification is one of my favorite things to write about, especially when it comes to Waterboy. I love an awkward boy being in complete control and just so happy but not really used to it.
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Where other's would want to treat you like an object so they can be rough and unforgiving with you, Waterboy would want to worship you like a divine statue. It also helps that this way you can't stop him from expressing all his love for you (I didn't mean for that to sound creepy, but it works if you want it to).
This of course can also be used to explain his dollification kink.
Happy pride month have another woman I’m gay for 😌 Warnings: language, suggestive references, brief mention of violence
𖤐 Of course she portals over to give you a surprise kiss on the cheek!
𖤐 Early on in the relationship or maybe even before you’re official she pulls the ‘comparing hand sizes’ move to flirt with you.
𖤐 Piggyback/shoulder rides! No matter how heavy you think you are, Malevola is proud to show you how easy it is to lift you up in her arms 😏 Also literally bench pressed you once for the bit.
𖤐 A more loyal partner doesn’t exist. No matter what you’re dealing with, physical or mental health, difficult life situations, anything, Malevola is there for you. She’ll hold you, give you space, even call you on it if you need some motivation. Hell, she’s her best friend’s addiction sponsor, so she can’t and won’t judge you, only meet you where you are. “I’m not going anywhere.”
𖤐 Side-eyes are a love language. You two don’t need to speak, simply a look from her that says ‘you seeing this shit?’ or the >:3 she sometimes gives you that you love equate to multiple sentences. One side-eye or flick of your gaze back is all Malevola needs, too.
𖤐 I’ll say it again: Buy her flowers! Corny but it’s cute, dammit! People didn’t usually get Malevola flowers over seeing what she might do for them, her appearance, her powers. You romance her. See her as herself. Make her feel like just any girl which both cracks her up and flutters her heart.
𖤐 You become an honorary member of Janelle’s book club, which all the Z-Team ladies, Colm, and Katon-Ur are a part of too! Even if you can’t read well or don’t enjoy it you’re welcome because your girlfriend is happy to read to you in that beautiful voice of hers!
𖤐 Suddenly starts making really direct eye contact with you when she reads any smut scenes for no particular reason at all no siree…👀
𖤐 Playfully steals things out of your hands with her tail. “Thanks love!”
𖤐 Also pulls you in for hugs and kisses with it! Loves winding it around your waist or finding new ways to tease you with it 😌
𖤐 Not the biggest pet name fan, but does let you call her Mal and often casually calls you ‘love’ if not your name.
𖤐 Unless she knows you don’t like it, will give that booty a smack or grab on her way past it. What? She just can’t resist!
𖤐 Get ready for surprisingly whimsical dates! She’s been through literal hell and back and your wholesome side is refreshing and adorable and a big part of why she loves you. Running through sprinklers just laughing and splashing, drinks at the bar turning into invading a playground late at night and pushing her on the swings like it’s a movie. “You’re one of a kind,” she shakes her head, yellow eyes soft upon you when you finally settle on the adjacent swing, “You know that?” Whether you look pleased or startled, Malevola adds, “And that’s why I love ya,” and leans over for a little smooch.
𖤐 Malevola also enjoys active dates if you’re up to it. She has a lot of fun at the batting cages since it’s one of the closest sports to swinging a sword but without decapitation risks. Will absolutely stand behind you and guide your hips and arms, teasing that you’d be good with a sword too. …Maaaaaybe sarcastically if you suck at batting!
𖤐 Another spoon switch, Malevola loves holding and being held. Any way your bodies fit together is the right way in her eyes ☺️
𖤐 Another thing you’ll get involved in as her partner is silly workplace bets with Alice. Every day you’ll hear updates and how much money Malevola is up to on some hero’s secret identity, if a certain two teammates are going to end up back together, you name it!
𖤐 If you’re the type (*cough* same here) to be stubborn and show up to work sick insisting you’re fine and/or you feel too guilty to call out, Malevola is portaling to your work to either fake an emergency or explain what’s going on if they can tell you aren’t well. Sorry, your ass is going to bed and your girlfriend is pampering the shit outta you 😤
𖤐 You’re the only person she accepts ‘horny’ jokes from. Everyone else gets an eyeroll, a ‘never head that before’, or even slapped or punched but you get an affectionate shove and at worst a playful “you’re stupid”. “But you love me.” “Hell yeah I do!”
𖤐 Doesn’t matter what they are, she’ll tell you your hobbies are hot. May also lovingly call you a nerd if they’re something like painting minis or coding, but Malevola can sit and watch you focused on your passions for hours. She loves that you know exactly what you enjoy and can have a little thing for yourself. Probably tries it out for herself too unless it’s something really boring 😉
𖤐 Later in your relationship (as long as you’ve had at least some conversation about this!) she’ll start dropping subtle—or maybe not so subtle if that won’t work for you—hints about how she’d like to be proposed to. “Everyone thinks I want a ruby ring ‘cause of the red, but I have enough fuckin’ red, isn’t that right?” She jokes about her future engagement ring.
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𖠌 Robert’s big brown eyes are always focused on you, soft and fond whether you’re at a desk working hard, clobbering a villain if you’re a hero, or even being ridiculous and making that sweet gaze roll.
𖠌 “What are you doing?” The words aren’t unkind, emerging dipped purely in shock at the sight of you in his tiny kitchen, small counter space covered in bags, dishes, spice shakers. You explain that you’re cooking for him. Robert gapes at you, tilts his head and hovers at first as if one of you could hurt the other, only to finally collapse into your arms. He can’t remember the last time he was cared for like this.
𖠌 Robert loves taking baths with you! Just you two, warm water and your love. Massaging you and doing your entire hair care routine no matter how long it is. It’s the least he can do, he tells you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
𖠌 Doesn’t usually initiate hand-holding, but when you kiss he loves clasping your joined hands over his chest 🫶🏻
𖠌 That easy half-smile-half-smirk always fixating on you when you reach over to start unbuttoning that work-ordered blue at the end of the day!
𖠌 Inner child dates! Building ridiculously elaborate chair or pillow forts draped with sheets and strung with faery lights and ducking underneath, giggling and shaking your heads on your hands and knees. Dragging Robert to a claw arcade only for him to grin and clutch his favorite plush until you get back to the car, his prize becoming one of his first non-lamp decorations.
𖠌 Zoning out together. You know Robert’s habits well; sometimes the weight of it all overtakes him and all you can do is be there. The touch of your hand, your sides brushing against each other, or even the warm weight of your head upon his shoulder is all he needs. After a while, you’ll hear a quiet thanks.
𖠌 “Hold a Beef or hold a me?” Robert will offer you with his beloved pet in his arms when he sees your head in your hands, tears in your eyes, or any confirmation that you’re sad, anxious, or even just exhausted from work. A mix of amusement and sympathy glistens in his eyes, warming your heart.
𖠌 Robert’s hands tend to grip your shoulders when you kiss, lips tilting and moving with a gentle dominance over yours. His grip is soft, though, just enough to anchor him. Grant him a pair of reminders that you’re there, you’re real, and you’re enthusiastically choosing him yet again.
𖠌 Playfully bumps your hips when you pass each other in the kitchen, an affectionate little interruption to your daily rhythm.
𖠌 Dog park trips! Time in the sun for once as you two soak up even more dog cuddles, chase after Beef, and giggle at him making little friends.
𖠌 If you have a different job, you enjoy swinging by SDN with a surprise for your boyfriend: fuel for his coffee addiction of course! Gifts from the latest cute cafe, a kiss on the cheek, and well wishes for his chaotic day of dispatching. If he’s on a call you catch whooping filling his headset and a huff of breath from Robert. The heroes in-office always nudge and tease him about what an attractive partner ol’ Bobbity Bob managed to pull in the end ;)
𖠌 Sassy and simple encouragement escapes Robert’s lips often, words you wish you could translate over to him. “You never know if you never try.” “I think you might be surprised how capable you are.” “That’s some sad talk for someone as amazing as you, you know?” He asks with arms crossed and another crooked smile as if he’s pointing out to you a fact simple as the sky being blue.
𖠌 Your jaw drops the first time you see your boyfriend dressed up all the way for a date before you can stop it. “What,” he jokes, “Didn’t believe I could clean up this nice?” Somehow, though, he still looks as shocked and even more pleased when you admit that he’s hot.
𖠌 You and Robert are the type of couple to try and one-up each other with ridiculous gag gifts. Those socks with your partner’s face on them eventually morph down the line from that one birthday to a Valentine’s evening laughing your way into the bedroom at lingerie with each other on it. “Great minds think alike,” Robert tease, “Guess we have to try it out now.”
𖠌 A big splurge for Robert is taking you out to a nice restaurant where you can reserve a little dining room just for the two of you. Nice gesture, but more importantly to him, quality time. A treat, long conversations, and a nice deep breath for you both all in one!
𖠌 Sit on Robert’s lap! Please, he loves it. He gets the biggest smile as you lower yourself, his hands instantly guiding your hips and rubbing circles over them. He likes it when you sit on his lap in just about every circumstance
𖠌 Will call you 1 (one) nickname and it’s either the cleverest in-context pun you’ve ever heard a la Nicki Mirage or a way to tease you about something embarrassing you did in front of him. Sorry, but he’s not. It’s how Robert loves you 😏
𖠌 He wouldn’t admit it, but Robert is the type of guy who’d feel motivated to work out (even if it means getting made fun of by Chad again) so he can lift and carry you as long as you could ever need 🫶🏻 if anyone asks though he just wants to bulk up shhhhh
𖠌 Robert would want a longer relationship before proposing, at least 2-3 years, but if you want it too he’ll be down on one knee with the ring of your dreams, every detail remembered to a T.
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