#robert graysmith

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before robert worked at the chron, he was a substitute teacher (all the kids were either REALLY nice to him or absolutely horrible to him)

if someone lends him a book, he returns it with a hand-drawn bookmark inside

worked at 7/11 and drank SO many slushies he got fired

scored perfectly on the ap world history exam

has an oddly impressive spice tolerance

his handwriting changes slightly depending on his mood. when he’s anxious, it gets smaller and more upright. when he’s proud of something, it leans and loops like he’s trying to impress himself

i will do anything since theres like. one small fanfic of him

I would die for Jake in Zodiac. This is really short but a need.

Just Like Honey

- Robert Graysmith

Summary: Robert needs to relax after work and gets pussy drunk yay

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet cute subby Robert.

Word count: 631

Notes: Short blurbish fic. I need human touch. Anyways, stream just like honey by jesus and the mary chain.

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Robert in bed was exactly what you’d expect. Giving, kind. 

After a long day at work, all he wanted to do was kneel before the couch and bury his face between your legs.

Like this night, where he got home late. His hair was wet from the rain pouring down. After taking off his jacket, he innocently sat down on the rug in front of the couch and rested his tired head on your thigh. 

Your hand stroked his cheek. Poor thing was so tired. He placed a kiss to your leg and looked up at you. His droopy eyes almost made him look sad. “Long day?” you asked calmly, wanting to scoop him up and put him in your pocket. 

He hummed and nodded, “Yeah.” His kisses made their way up higher, kissing on top of your leggings.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed, baby?” You didn’t want him to tire himself out more. But Robert shook his head and hooked his fingers into the hem of your pants. “I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without doing this,” he explained as he pulled them off, “Wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.”

His hair was getting a bit drier now, and you ran your hands through it, scratching his scalp. A weak smile spread across his face as you did.

Robert put his face against your clothed cunt, bumping his nose against your clit. He breathed in your scent, and if he wasn’t as tired and vulnerable, you would have called him a pervert for doing it. 

He pulled your panties off and dove back in. You hissed when he placed an open-mouthed kiss over your slit, lightly flicking his tongue over it. You involuntarily rolled your hips against his face, which made him harden his grip on your hips.

When Robert was this tired and pussy drunk, he’d eat you out without a goal in mind. It was like he forgot where he was; his mind just went blank. His kisses were placed randomly, slow and selfish. He was basically making out with your clit, just enjoying rolling his tongue over your warm, wet skin. If you wanted to cum, you’d have to slap him out of it and get him to work.

His chin was drenched in saliva and your wetness, and he alternated between sucking lightly on your clit and lapping at your hole. His eyes were closed, like he was asleep. 

He could go for hours, and he had done that before. Sometimes he’d go down on you while you were working on a paper at the kitchen table or watching TV. He was very easy to please in that way.

“Robert,” you said, hoping to catch his attention. “Mm?” he hummed in response, neither opening his eyes nor removing his mouth from you. “You’re torturing me,” you whined. You needed him to speed up, add a finger or shove his cock in you. Any added stimulation would satisfy you.

“Okay,” he whined, upset his favourite past time was coming to an end. He pushed his middle finger into you while suctioning his mouth around your clit. Your thighs trembled. Finally.

It didn’t take long until his pointer finger joined and pushed into you too. He had a rhythm down of hitting your g-spot and flicking his tongue against your clit simultaneously, making you trap his head between your legs, which he didn’t mind.

After you came, he cleaned you up with his tongue. He cleaned his fingers too. Still in a trance as he pushed them into his mouth and sucked them off.