dude, this might be because i'm projecting and tim drake is my favorite Robin, but i'm obsessed with the idea of transmasc tim drake. maybe jack and janice aren't around enough to notice, or maybe they pressure him into being their daughter for PR, but Robin is his escape from that. i'm definitely projecting, but it's MY headcanon and MY comfort character
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á”á”Êłâżâ±âżá”: blade has a vagina (will add warnings for that), loser reader, fuck..person(?) reader, reader will become more down bad but is horribly pitiful throughout, blade doesnt do hookups, not much happens in this chapter.. more or less just an introduction.
Authorâs note: seriously? The first chapter of a series before your own title card? Yeah. I like the idea so whatever. Also.. spread more pathetic loser top reader agenda. People like ME and YOU deserve it.
Authors note; i love blade sm.. and i think the opposite could happen too, where they both are working together to service you, little thing, im also open to thirsts and requests. Once im done making my intro, iâll start making a masterlist hehe..
Tus ojos se oscurecieron. Lo besaste con fuerza y lo sentaste sobre la mesa de la cocina.
Lo desnudaste råpidamente. Cuando Lohen estuvo completamente expuesto, te arrodillaste y atacaste su coño con la boca, lamiendo y chupando con hambre. Lohen gimió alto, agarrando tu cabello.
Le diste lo que pedĂa. Mordiste el interior de sus muslos y chupaste su clĂtoris con fuerza. Lohen soltĂł un grito de placer mezclado con dolor, sus orejas temblando.
âAsĂ⊠¥joder, sĂ! âjadeĂł.
Te levantaste, liberaste tu gruesa polla y lo penetraste de un solo golpe brutal. Lohen arqueó la espalda con un gemido ahogado, clavåndote las uñas en los hombros.
âMĂĄs duro âexigiĂł, mirĂĄndote con ojos vidriososâ. Quiero que me destrocesâŠ
Agarraste sus caderas y empezaste a follarlo con embestidas salvajes y profundas. La mesa crujĂa con cada golpe. Lohen gemĂa sin control, pidiendo mĂĄs.
Lo bajaste de la mesa, lo giraste y lo inclinaste sobre ella, follĂĄndolo desde atrĂĄs con aĂșn mĂĄs fuerza. Tus manos grandes dejaban marcas rojas en sus caderas y cintura. Cada embestida era profunda y brutal.
Lohen lloraba de placer, moviendo las caderas hacia atrĂĄs para encontrarse contigo.
âOtra vez⊠¥quiero correrme otra vez mientras me duele! âsuplicĂł con voz rota.
Lo sujetaste del cuello con una mano (sin apretar demasiado) y lo follaste aĂșn mĂĄs salvajemente. Lohen se corriĂł por segunda vez, gritando tu nombre mientras su coño apretaba tu polla como un vicio.
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Thinking about a t4t relationship with an older bf who cages you between his thighs and makes you suck his dick, not caring that you're literally going out of breath with how tightly he's holding you against his crotch, the wet sound of your tongue against his heat making him forget all about your comfort...
He knows you even better than you know yourself, though. If you really were uncomfortable, you'd always tap his thighs and he'd let you go, watching as you pant and wheeze with his sweet slick coating your chin, your pupils blown wide from your near death (/not serious) experience and the way your own arousal twitches in your pants, begging for the slightest bit of attention.
But you don't. You don't even try to stop him, and he couldn't be more proud of his boy for being so content with just eating him out. It's really just more of a turn on for him to watch you try to hump the bed like a pathetic mutt in heat while still pleasuring him, your hands not once going towards your own needs.
He'll return the favor. He will! He has to reward you for how much of a good boy you are. He promises he will... But only after he's done edging himself with your mouth.
iâm really into the virgin top trope for some reason so this is just a really short post of ftm! robert robertson with a virgin top reader
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. actual protected sex. also one brief mention of top surgery scars for robert. i've been meaning to write something for dispatch so this is sorta some practice writing. this was meant to be finished sooner since it was so short but i got sick and had to postpone lmao.
despite the fact he could manage to remain calm in the midst of chaos and literal mass destruction, robert, somehow, made you nervous.
he listens intently to every word that you say, maintaining eye contact and giving genuine, thought out responses. when you speak, robert truly listens; he remembers the little details, even the ones youâd forgotten yourself. he doesnât just nod his head along, humming every now and then to pretend to be part of the conversation as he zones outâyou think itâs what heâs doing, when heâs intently scraping the bottom of his pint of rocky road as you rant in the background. youâre never really expecting him to pay it much mind, and you donât necessarily expect him to anyway, so it surprises you when weeks, sometimes even months after, robert will bring something up. heâll pack you a lunch (to the best of his ability) when you make an off handed comment about not getting the chance to eat at work. heâll try to replace anything broken or misplaced in your home, even when itâs something simple or insignificant. and when thereâs nothing to divert robertâs attention, where he can just focus on you, not once do his eyes leave yours.
being heard is nice, of course, but sometimes you wish just once, robert wouldnât look into your eyes with such sincerity because then it would make revealing certain things a little less embarrassing. however youâre glad that robert is so understanding; youâre not sure you could handle facing him again with how many times you stuttered over your words when youâd look back up from your hands in your lap to his deep, brown eyes that studied your face with a practiced intensity.Â
robert is more than intrigued to find youâre a virgin. he canât really talk (not that he was going to anyway), considering before he started dating you he hadnât gotten any in literal months, but it was probably one of the last things he ever expected to come from your mouth. just like you had expected, robert, though with some surprise, took the news well. he didnât bring up the topic much afterwards, which you also had expected. you might have even forgotten youâd even had the conversation if you didnât sometimes find yourself accidentally staring a bit too hard at his backside each and every time heâd pull on a pair of sweatpants in the mornings you spent together. you prayed to god he didnât feel your eyes boring into him when youâd stare at his ass as he bent down to pour food into beefâs bowl; unfortunately for you, he absolutely could. regardless, he still gave you the space and time you needed to bravely take the first step, when youâd finally bite the bullet and put an end to your pathetic ogling and actually show robert just how much you wanted himâlucky for you, he wanted you just about as much as you wanted him, if not more.
you had bought him dinner, taking him somewhere that wasnât particularly fancy but still made for a good date, and you even got him a small bouquet of flowers despite knowing full well robert was going to somehow kill them because he could not keep a plant alive to save his life. still, when he got home, he rifled through his cupboards and put them in a coffee mug he had thrifted years ago before letting them sit on his kitchen counter to catch the little sunlight thatâd slip through the window. afterwards, he gave you this smile that you swear made his eyes glimmer, and unfortunately it only further worsened your nerves.Â
you didnât want to make it so obvious you were trying to be romantic, but robert wasnât totally opposed to a few cliche gestures every now and then, even when at dinner youâd almost knocked over your drink trying to reach across the table to hold his handâhe caught it, thankfully, and you smiled exasperatedly, trying to conceal your embarrassment from the stray eyes that landed on your table from the ruckus. his voice was hushed and assuring, and if your heart wasnât pounding in your ears the whole time, youâd probably be soothed by his words had you even been able to hear them.
you walked him home after dinner, awkwardly standing in his kitchen as if you hadnât been there a hundred times before. it was only there did you really get a good look at robert; he wore a grey colored shirt youâd never seen before, though you assumed it had to have been new because while all of robertâs other shirts were frayed and sometimes littered with holes, either from years of wear or from beefâs nails getting caught in the fabric; this one looked soft and clean, and even with the fabric crinkling from having been rolled up to his elbows, it almost looked like it had been ironed. to put it simply, he looked good, especially in those pair of jeans that he seemed to fill out just perfectlyâyouâre pretty sure he had caught you staring, and not only once but twice if that little glint in his eyes meant anything.
beef wasnât home for a reason you had forgotten in your panic to give robert a nice night, though you suspected he was most likely with chase. robert was the one to lead you the few steps away from his kitchen and to the worn-out couch he bought secondhand that, when you asked about the mysterious stains it bore, robert gave you this look that definitely said, donât even ask. thankfully the couch was covered with a thin blanket he had begrudgingly bought for himself after youâd scolded him for sleeping without one the first time you visited him. another blanket was draped over one of the couch arms, the one that you had gotten for him. it was thicker and warmer, and was usually the one that robert found himself pulling up to his neck at night. you figured with how chilly robertâs apartment was, itâd be nice to have after the two of you were done.Â
he had to be the first to sit down before you worked up the courage to sit beside him.Â
his voice was nothing but tender when he spoke, âwe donât have to do this, you know.â but you did want to, and so badly. robert had no idea how much you wanted him.Â
you reached for him first. your hand slid across his arm, inching just beneath the sleeve of his shirt. you kissed him, and then pulled away just as quick, only to dive forward to catch his lips once more. he was the one to tilt his head, deepening the kiss and drawing out a pleased hum.
a hand reaches to the back of your neck, guiding your lips to stay on his before you pull away for breath. you lean on each other for a moment, his eyes peering into your half-lidded ones. he asks, âdo you want this?â and you respond with a hushed yes before you bring him into a kiss that almost takes his breath away. he sighs in your mouth when you smile; he tasted like the cheesecake you had ordered for dessert.
you always thought robert was pretty, even if he didnât think so himself. you didnât know him back when he was properly mecha-man, but you assume heâd lost a bit of muscle, maybe gained a little weight, but you still found him jaw-droppingly gorgeous. he doesnât think much of it when you touch him through his clothes, feeling the way his body curves and dips. he undoes the first button of his shirt, but you insist on doing the rest, letting the fabric fall from his shoulders until itâs swept off the couch and onto the floor. once it was off, you caught yourself admiring him. you pressed your lips to where some freckles faintly peppered his chest, your hands delicately running across the scars littering his body and tracing the two that laid beneath his nipples. your heart races when you feel him shudder beneath your fingertips, his fingers sitting beside yours before heâs doing the same with you, taking off your shirt and gliding his hands from your hips to your shoulders until he gently pulls you forward to bring you into another kiss.Â
he doesnât expect the way you look down at him once you take off his jeans. you donât mean to, but your eyes immediately dart down to between his legs, mouth slightly agape as if you were suddenly met with the best meal of your life (which wasnât far from the truth anyway, though that was something you wanted to save for after you were at least a little experienced with robertâs body).
robertâs long accepted he was far from his prime.. but he had to admit, the way you were looking at him was definitely getting to his head. he let his legs fall open, and with one hanging off the side of the couch in order to actually make some space for the two of you, it gave you the perfect view of his pearling cunt, shrouded by a dark tuft of hair. his hand comes down to spread himself open with his fingers, allowing you to see the pink skin that glistens from how wet he's started to become. his hole flutters when his fingers bump against his clit and you suddenly have the need to taste him on your tongue. your hands twitch like they want to grab at him and toss his legs over your shoulders, but you remain still. looking back on it, you really had to commend yourself for the self-restraint.
youâre too distracted to see the annoyingly smug look on robertâs face as he watches you practically drive yourself crazy intensely following his fingers' every move as they slowly glide across his folds, just before moving up to gently close around his swelling clit, giving himself some relief with just a few, small strokes that has him already biting his lips to keep himself from groaning too loudly.
quickly, you snap out from your trance. your face flushes with embarrassment, and while praying to god that you hadnât been staring for too long, you hesitantly look back up at robert who looks nothing but amused. he quirks an eyebrow, and for a moment you fear you might have been drooling. instinctively you bring a hand up to wipe at your mouth (thankfully, no drool), and he grins with a fond roll of his eyes. he canât help himself from pulling you forward again, relishing in the small gasp you make against his mouth. he thinks to stick his fingers between your lips (and he swears he could cum from that thought alone) but he puts the idea aside, opting to save it for later.
through the kiss, robert barely manages to speak. âmy jeansâfront pocket,â and for a second you pause, unsure of what he means. he still has that smitten look in his eyes with that boyish grin that practically makes him light up when the corner of his lips raise in amusement. âthe condom.â
you make an oh expression, quickly leaning down to find it in the rumpled pile of clothes. on your way back over, robert steals a peck on the cheek, and the sudden gesture almost has you dropping the condom on the floor.
after making a fool of yourself trying to open the wrapper, you fumbled with the condom, clumsily sliding it down your length. robert only smiled up at you with those soft, brown eyes, reaching over to patiently help you adjust it. he raised a hand up, your face falling into his palm, and, with flushed cheeks, he assured you that you were doing fine before encouraging you to continue. you were obviously nervous, but robertâs cool composure (and his hand on your dick) helped settle your nerves just enough to let him guide you to his entrance, his breath hitching when you gently grab his legs to hold them open enough for you to settle comfortably between them.
itâs been a while is one of the first few things robert thinks. the sight of your hard cock right at his entrance is incredibly intimidating, but he takes a deep breath and ushers you to slip it in before he lays comfortably against the cushions. you stretch him out unbelievably well and he softly curses in surprise. heâs more than grateful to be on his back because in any other position, robertâs not too sure heâd be able to hold himself up.
when you gently grab his waist, the touch is electrifying; he hears you take a sharp inhale as you watch the way the head of your cock disappears into his pussy and he fights the urge to rake his hands down your back at the feeling of your cock spreading him open. you slip out of him by accident, but you quickly re-adjust yourself, popping the head of your cock back into him. your hips start rocking before heâs fully adjusted to your size, knocking the wind out of him. you canât stop yourself, hooked on the way his pussy stretches around your cock, his walls pulsing with need. and to his disbelief, youâre not even all the way in yet, and still robert can feel his head starting to spin. heâs nowhere near finished, but your headâs falling to the crook of his neck and youâre groaning against his skin as you feel your orgasm already creeping near. he encourages you with a hoarse voice, guiding you with his hands on your waist to continue fucking into him. your hips stutter, and after bottoming out inside robert (which caused his pussy to squeeze down on your cock, further teetering you over the edge), you cum with a whisper of his name against the skin of his neck. when you shoot up, cheeks warm with a sheepish expression on your face, he tilts his head to lead your lips back on his before you can apologize.Â
youâre not sure how long itâs been when he pulls away. his hair is messy, ruined from being pressed against the couch, and his lips look to be a little swollen, irritated from being bitten as robert mindlessly chews on them. you see his mouth open to speak before it quickly shuts, his eyes flickering down with that similar look of intrigue he had when youâd first started. when you follow his gaze, you have the same realization; you were hard again, or at least certainly not soft. with a raised eyebrow robert huffs, tilting his head to get a better view.
âiâll admit, iâm a little impressed.â
youâre not entirely sure if you should be mortified or just grateful, but robert doesnât leave you any room to think on it before heâs raising your chin to have you properly look into his eyes, laying patiently when you have to look away before you let your eyes meet once more. with a tinge of breathlessness in his voice, he asks you if you want to continue. his thumb right below your lip is distracting, but you manage a response, weakly replying with, admittedly, pathetic enthusiasm.
this time, you slide the condom on with ease. in your hand, your dick throbs with sensitivity, but as you push the head past robertâs folds, you feel yourself becoming impatient. he sighs when you bottom out, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. again, his walls pulse around you, squeezing when you pull away and fluttering when you push back in. his hips move to meet yours, but your pace is a little more urgent now. at the angle youâre fucking him, youâre unintentionally hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. he moans, his head thrown back. even when you readjust your position and youâre no longer pressing that spot inside of him that has his eyes watering, he nods in encouragement, flicking his hips up to meet yours. his back arches because you havenât slowed your pace down, and when you remember to touch him, your thumb at his clit has him seeing stars. he manages to loosely hike a leg onto your waist, and with his hand leading your hips to fuck into him, he feels the head of your cock thrust right against that spot again. his head falls back as he groans with relief, his cunt fluttering vigorously around your cock. with his neck bared, you let your lips land just past his throat, sucking bruises onto his pale skin and chasing them down with soft kisses.
âgood, good.. youâre doingââ he chokes when you quickly flick at his clit, making his pussy squeeze down on your cock in encouragement. robert can barely find the space to breathe between your quick thrusts. âyouâre doing so good,â
your hips sloppily snap against his and robertâs mouth falls open, a moan barely escaping him when you deeply thrust into him. without thinking, praise falls from his lips, but he can only get a few words out as he rocks his hips, helping himself to your cock as you quickly rut into him before youâre both suddenly going still. you pull him forward by the waist and raise your head, watching as a broken moan rips from robertâs throat as he cums around your cock, earning a stifled groan from you. you follow closely, muttering his name as you grind your cock into him just enough to push yourself over the edge again. you barely catch robert saying your own name under his breath before heâs gone slack with his legs falling open and his hands dropping beside him. through fluttering eyes, he watches as you lean down to peck at his face, kissing right over his freckles before leading down to his open lips. even as heâs still catching his breath, he lets you kiss him until heâs gasping for air.Â
when you move to pull out, robert softly hushes you, and instead pulls you into a gentle embrace before leading you down to let you lay atop of him where the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. he has a hand petting your head, like heâs trying to soothe you.
taking in the sound of each otherâs breathing, robert huffs to himself before he clears his throat, inclined to fill the silence. ânot so bad for your first time,â and his words are genuine, as genuine as the flush on his cheeks and as genuine as the hint of a smile at the corner of his chapped lips. when you remember to grab the thick, fluffy blanket from the end of the couch, you throw it over the both of you, granting you some warmth in the freezing cold apartment.Â
the next morning, robert wakes before you do. heâs already dressed for work, but he sits on the arm of the couch, looking down at you as he gently thumbs at your temple. stirred awake, you squint up at him with tired eyes, making him smile. his voice is soft, barely a disturbance even among the stark silence of his empty living room. âhey,â
you respond just as quietly, leaning into the warmth of his palm. his hair, still somewhat dripping with water from his brisk shower, looks to have been brushed through with his hand, but you can tell he still looks like a complete mess. the collar of his sdn shirt is buttoned ridiculously high, and in, what you can only assume was a desperate attempt to hide the bruises on his neck, you can see that one of the last buttons is misaligned, showing off just a little bit of his skin that already has you feeling hot under the thick, fluffy blanket. you raise a hand to rest on his knee and, testing the waters, you trail it higher to squeeze at his thigh. you blink away the last bit of sleep, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. you already know the answer, but you ask anyway. âi donât suppose you have some time to spare before you go to work?â youâre anything but subtle, and it makes him laugh.Â
he shakes his head like heâs questioning why he bothers entertaining you and slides off the couch, leaning down to place a gentle, warm kiss on your forehead. âtry not to make a mess of my apartment while i'm gone,â
you bite back a comment, letting him leave without another word. he gives you a toothy smile at the doorway before heâs off, leaving you, naked and alone, on his couchâat least the blankets provided you with some warmth. the same blankets, you realize, that definitely needed to be washed.. shamelessly you hope that by the time robert gets home, youâll have fresh, clean blankets you can just get dirty again by the end of the night.Â