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[velvrei]

clark kent masterlist

note: all works here written by velvrei, do not take my work and post on third party apps or translate it either.

❦ = smut, ☼ = suggestive, ✿ = fluff

silly little flirting with clark ☼

[velvrei]

clark kent is such a flirt

his cape brushed against your legs as he stepped closer, the faint rush of air following the weight of his movements. his eyes locked on yours, blue and burning, the kind of stare that pinned you in place without a word.

“you know,” he said, voice low and husky, “i could hear your heartbeat the second i landed.” his hand lifted, fingertips grazing your jaw, the heat of his touch sending a shiver straight down your spine.

you smirked, trying to hide how breathless you felt. “that’s not fair. how am i supposed to keep any secrets from you?”

he leaned in, his forehead brushing against yours, lips barely a whisper away. “maybe i don’t want you to.” his other hand found your waist, pulling you against the solid strength of his chest, the emblem pressed between you like fire.

the air between you thickened, your laugh caught in your throat when his thumb traced slowly across your bottom lip. “careful,” you teased, though your voice cracked under the heat, “someone might think you’re dangerous.”

his grin curved, wicked and soft all at once. “only with you.”

when he finally kissed you, it wasn’t gentle. it was hungry, like he’d been holding back for too long, like the world could burn around him and he’d still choose this moment. the kiss deepened, his grip tightening at your waist as if letting go wasn’t an option.

[velvrei]

Hey lovely you okay?

yes i am doing okay! just haven’t been as active on here, been worrying about my exams for school :(

[velvrei]

Can you write a Robby Keene x reader smut 🙏🏿

this is so hot.

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the second the door slams shut behind you, he’s on you.

no teasing. no soft kisses. just hands everywhere—grabbing, pulling, claiming—and his mouth crashing into yours so hard your back hits the wall with a thud.

“couldn’t fucking wait,” he mutters against your lips, his voice wrecked, breath ragged. “thought about you all day.”

you barely manage a gasp before he’s lifting you, pinning you between him and the wall, his hands digging into your thighs, his hips grinding into yours like he can’t stand even an inch of space.

you tug at his hoodie, fisting it in your hands, desperate to get closer, and he just groans, low and filthy, kissing you like he’s trying to devour every sound you make.

his fingers slip under your shirt, dragging rough up your sides, yanking the fabric over your head without ceremony.

“so fucking pretty,” he breathes, mouth moving over your throat, biting at your collarbone, sucking marks into your skin. “mine.”

you moan when he sucks harder, your hips rolling against him, chasing the friction, and he curses, grinding into you like he’s already on the edge.

“fuck, baby,” he growls, one hand sliding between your bodies, popping the button on your jeans, shoving them down just enough to get to what he wants. “need you right now.”

your nails rake down his back, making him shudder, and when you whimper his name, he loses it.

he drops you onto the bed, stripping you the rest of the way, his hoodie hitting the floor a second later.

then he’s on you again—kissing, biting, gripping your thighs and dragging you to the edge of the bed so he can fit between them, pressing against you so hot, so hard it knocks the breath out of you.

“gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name,” he mutters, lining himself up, his voice shaking with how badly he wants it, how close he already is.

you gasp when he pushes in, deep and rough, filling you so fast it borders on overwhelming.

he doesn’t stop to let you adjust, just grabs your hips and sets a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over, making the headboard thud against the wall with every thrust.

“take it, baby,” he grits out, watching the way your body takes him, the way you claw at the sheets, the way you can barely breathe from how deep he’s hitting. “fuck, you feel so good—so fucking tight—”

you can barely moan his name, the pleasure slamming into you over and over, wrecking you, burning you alive.

he leans down, mouth right against your ear, voice filthy and desperate.

“come for me,” he groans, thrusts getting even rougher, deeper, until your whole body tenses under him, the orgasm crashing over you so hard it pulls a broken sob from your lips.

he curses when he feels you clench around him, hips stuttering, and then he’s gone too, groaning your name into your skin, his body shaking from how hard he comes.

for a long second, neither of you move. just heavy breathing, skin slick, hearts pounding.

then he presses a messy kiss to your temple, still buried inside you, his voice hoarse and ruined.

“not letting you outta this bed for a long time.”

…

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[velvrei]

hi i was the anon who requested anything with miguel and angst and just now saw you don’t write angst. so sorry about that! but really would appreciate literally anything with miguel haha thank you 😊

no worries love!! i hope you enjoy

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you’re sitting on the couch in miguel’s living room, your legs curled underneath you, a soft blanket draped over your shoulders. miguel’s beside you, pretending to watch the movie playing on the tv, but you can feel his eyes drifting toward you every few seconds.

“you’re not even paying attention,” you tease, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

he grins, that easy, boyish smile that makes your chest feel all warm. “can you blame me? you’re way more interesting than some boring movie.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too. “smooth, diaz. real smooth.”

“what, it’s true!” he says, laughing, and then he shifts closer, the couch dipping under his weight. his thigh brushes against yours, and neither of you moves away.

for a second, it’s quiet except for the sounds of the movie in the background. miguel’s hand is resting on the couch between you two, fingers drumming nervously, almost like he’s waiting for something.

you glance at him from under your lashes, biting your lip just a little. “you’re staring again.”

“can’t help it,” he says, voice softer now. “you’re… kinda my favorite thing to look at.”

your heart trips over itself, and before you can second-guess it, you tug the edge of the blanket, pulling him under it with you. he laughs in surprise but lets you, his face just inches from yours now.

“what about now?” you whisper, feeling bold.

he looks at you like you hung the stars. “now it’s even better,” he says, and he leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away — but you don’t.

you meet him halfway, noses bumping clumsily at first, and you both giggle against each other’s lips before it melts into a kiss so sweet it feels like the world outside the blanket doesn’t even exist.

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[velvrei]

Hey can you write a Tory and Robby smut , honestly anything I don’t mind

i took inspiration from challengers hehehe

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the air is thick when it happens.

one minute you’re hanging out—tory stretched out across the floor, robby leaning against the couch, you perched between them—and the next minute, it’s something else.

it starts with a stupid bet. some teasing. tory grinning, cocky and sharp, tossing a smug look over her shoulder.

“you really think you can handle both of us?”

you laugh, shrugging like it’s no big deal, but your heart is hammering against your ribs. because the way robby’s looking at you? slow and heavy and hungry?

he’s not joking.

neither is she.

“come here,” robby says, voice low, rough, like he’s barely holding it together.

you don’t even hesitate. you crawl right into his lap, feeling the way his hands immediately grip your thighs, strong and sure, dragging you closer.

then tory’s behind you, her nails dragging up your spine, her breath hot against your neck.

“bet you break first,” she whispers, biting down just enough to make you gasp.

you feel robby smirk against your skin.

“nah. she’ll take everything we give her.”

their hands are everywhere—robby’s sliding under your shirt, teasing the curve of your waist, while tory’s dragging her nails over your thighs, squeezing, gripping, claiming.

you whimper when robby’s mouth finds your neck, biting a mark into your skin, and tory’s hands yank your shirt up and off in one smooth motion.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” tory mutters, palms hot against your sides.

robby’s hands roam higher, thumbs brushing over your ribs, his mouth still wrecking your neck.

you’re dizzy from it—their touch, their mouths, the low, wrecked sounds they make when you arch between them. you’re their center, their focus, and they aren’t being gentle.

“you’re ours tonight,” robby mutters against your skin.

tory’s fingers tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so she can kiss you—hard, filthy, teeth dragging your bottom lip until you’re gasping.

“all fucking night,” she breathes.

they trade you back and forth like they can’t get enough—hands sliding over bare skin, lips finding new places to bite, suck, leave their mark. every touch feels greedy, desperate, competitive. theirs.

you can’t tell who’s touching you where anymore—you don’t care.

all you know is you’re burning alive between them, and neither of them are planning to let up anytime soon.

not until you’re wrecked. not until you’re begging. not until they both feel you fall apart under their hands.

and even then—

they’re still not done.

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[velvrei]

Happy birthday!!! I hope that you have the best birthday ever!! :)

i’m so late but thank you so much!!!

[velvrei]

happy birthday miss icon!! 🫶🏽

thank you so much!! <33

[velvrei]

can you write phone sex with robby because him and the reader have a long distance relationship??

sorry i’m inactive this week, sports & testing :,(

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you shift under the covers, the phone tucked close, robby’s voice crackling softly through the speaker. it’s late—too late—but neither of you had the heart to hang up.

“wish i could be there right now,” he says, voice rough, low, like he’s laying in the dark too. “you have no idea.”

you smile, biting your lip. “yeah?”

“mm.” there’s a pause. a quiet inhale. “what are you wearing?”

you laugh, soft and teasing. “really?”

“baby,” he groans, “i haven’t touched you in weeks. let me have this.”

you glance down at your oversized shirt, the one that used to be his. “your hoodie. nothing else.”

his breath catches. you hear it.

“fuck,” he mutters. “you’re killing me.”

“you asked.”

“yeah, and now i can’t stop picturing it.”

you close your eyes, his voice curling around you like a blanket. it’s intimate, vulnerable in a way that only long-distance gets. just his voice, your voice, and everything unsaid hanging heavy in the space between.

“tell me what you’d do if you were here,” you whisper.

he exhales slow, like he’s steadying himself.

“first?” he says. “i’d take my time. touch you everywhere. slow.”

you shift under the blankets, thighs pressing together.

“i’d lay you back,” he continues, voice softer now, like he’s right there in the room with you. “kiss your neck, your chest… slide my hands under that hoodie, feel your skin—all of it.”

“robby…” you breathe, your fingers skimming down your own stomach.

“you’d be so soft under me,” he murmurs. “so warm. i’d take my time with you, baby. make you feel so good.”

you hum into the phone, breath catching as your hand slips lower.

“you touching yourself?” he asks, voice wrecked now.

“yeah,” you whisper.

“good. go slow for me.”

the way he talks to you—so focused, so into it—it makes you feel like he’s right there, like his hands are the ones making you ache, like his mouth is the one teasing every inch of you.

he groans when you whimper, his voice breaking. “god, i miss the sounds you make.”

you breathe his name, letting the pleasure build, letting his voice guide you through it.

“i’m so close,” you whisper.

“let go for me, baby,” he murmurs. “come thinking about me. only me.”

and you do—biting your lip, hand shaking, body arching as you fall apart with his name on your lips.

when the high fades, there’s just breathing. soft, warm, shared across a crackling phone line.

“i’m flying out next weekend,” he says, voice low, still breathless. “i can’t wait any longer.”

you smile, heart full, body warm. “good. i need you here.”

“yeah,” he says. “and when i get there… we’re not sleeping.”

…

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[velvrei]

caught in the heat

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: you and rafe meet at a random party & instantly hit it off… and eventually go upstairs to “talk.”

word count: 1k

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nsfw below the cut

the music’s loud, the house packed, lights low and bodies pressed too close. you weren’t even gonna come out tonight, but your friends dragged you along—and now you’re leaning against the kitchen counter with a red cup in hand, watching some drunk dude try to do a backflip off a couch.

“ten bucks says he lands straight on his face,” a voice says next to you. deep, smooth, a little cocky.

you turn—and he’s tall, a little skinny but with arm muscles, wearing a white t-shirt, two pieces of hair framing his face. there’s a hint of arrogance in the way he stands, his jaw set and eyes cold, but there’s also a wildness about him, like he could snap at any moment. his t-shirt clings just right to his chest, and he has that signature swagger—like he knows exactly how much power he holds over everyone around him.

rafe cameron.

you know who he is. everyone does.

you raise an eyebrow. “you say that like you’ve seen him do it before.”

he grins. “i’ve seen him fail before.”

you both laugh when the guy misses the flip entirely and knocks over a lamp.

rafe leans closer, smelling like clean cologne and a little weed. “you new around here?”

“nah,” you says, sipping your drink. “you just haven’t been paying attention.”

his eyes drop to your mouth, then back up—slow. deliberate. “i’m paying attention now.”

it’s electric.

like the room disappears around you two.

…

twenty minutes later, you’re in the hallway just off the living room, half-hidden in the dark, your back pressed to the wall, his hands on your waist, mouth locked with yours like he’s starving.

he kisses deep, with tongue and teeth and heat, one hand sliding up your thigh, the other tangled in your hair.

you pull him closer, moaning into his mouth, nails scratching at his chest through his shirt.

he groans, breath hot against your neck. “you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“you started it,” you breath, tugging on his hoodie.

his eyes flick up the stairs, then back to you. “come with me.”

your heart’s racing as he grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, up the stairs, down the hall to a quiet room.

as soon as the door shuts, you’re on each other again: his hands under your top, your fingers dragging through his curls, his mouth everywhere at once.

“you sure?” he murmurs against your skin.

you nod, breathless. “been sure since the kitchen.”

he grins—and then it’s all heat and tangled limbs and that feeling of finally.

he kisses you like he’s starving—hands on your waist, mouth dragging from your lips to your neck and lower, like he’s mapping you out inch by inch.

you barely notice the way he walks you backwards toward the bed until your legs hit the edge and he’s easing you down, slow, like he doesn’t want to rush even though his breathing is already ragged.

rafe looks down at you like he can’t believe this is real. “you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now,” he mutters, pushing your shirt up with careful fingers, pausing just long enough to catch your eyes.

you arch up into his hands, your skin prickling under his touch. “then stop talking and show me.”

that’s all it takes.

his clothes are gone, your shirt’s somewhere on the floor, and you’re pulling him back down, kissing him like you’ll forget how if you stop for a second.

his hands are everywhere—sliding up your sides, gripping your thighs, brushing over spots that make your stomach tighten.

he’s gentle, but not shy—like he wants to take his time but he’s been wanting this way too long.

his voice is all rough murmurs and little groans right against your skin, like, “you feel so good,” and “you’re driving me crazy,” and you can’t stop your hips from moving under him, needing more, closer, all of it.

you’re both a little messy with it—hands fumbling, laughter mixing in with moans, the kind of chemistry that’s so real it buzzes under your skin.

at one point, he pulls back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, lips kiss-swollen.

“you’re trouble,” he whispers, then kisses you so slow and deep it makes your head spin.

“and you like that,” you breathe.

“i love that.”

it’s hot and slow and charged, and by the time you’re both tangled up in the sheets, breathing heavy, skin flushed, you don’t remember what song was playing downstairs or who else was at the party.

just the way he looks at you now—like everything’s changed.

…

rafe cameron taglist: @rafestoothbrush @xavierslvrr

[velvrei]

girly, if you will pls, i need some fluffy moments with robby and pregnant reader. like maybe she's going through some body aches and it hurts a little and robby's taking care of her?? maybe proceeds into a smut when reader says it helps??? thank youuu

ofc this is so cute

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you’re exhausted. everything hurts. your lower back aches, your legs feel sore, and no matter how many pillows you try to stack around yourself, nothing seems to help.

robby notices immediately.

“baby,” he murmurs, slipping into bed beside you, brushing your hair back, his brow furrowed with concern. “what’s wrong?”

“just… sore,” you sigh, shifting uncomfortably. “it’s like my body forgot how to be comfortable.”

he frowns, lips pressing together like he’s thinking, then moves behind you, pulling you gently into him.

“let me try something,” he murmurs, hands sliding down to your lower back, warm and firm.

his fingers start working slow, deep circles into your muscles, easing the tension, applying just the right amount of pressure, his touch soothing in a way that makes you melt against him.

“that feel good?”

you hum, nodding. “mmhm. you’re magic.”

he chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

he keeps going, working his hands lower, massaging your hips, your thighs, his touch lingering, teasing, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

and suddenly, that soreness? that ache?

not the only thing you’re feeling anymore.

your breath hitches as his fingers move slower, gentler, slipping up your sides, tracing little patterns against your skin.

“robby…”

“yeah, baby?” his voice is lower now, teasing, his lips grazing your ear.

you shiver, pressing back against him, needing him, wanting more.

“it helps,” you murmur, voice soft, warm, thick with suggestion.

he groans, fingers tightening on your hips.

“yeah?”

you nod, turning your head just enough to catch his lips, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss.

his hands slide lower.

“then let me really take care of you.”

…

robby groans against your lips, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you even closer. his touch is warm, steady, guiding, like he knows exactly what you need.

“you sure, baby?” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin, his lips trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you nod, pressing back against him, rolling your hips just enough to make him gasp. “feels good, robby,” you whisper. “want more.”

he swears under his breath, his fingers tightening on your waist, his control slipping.

“gonna be gentle with you,” he promises, slipping his hands beneath your shirt, dragging his palms up your soft, warm skin. “gonna make you feel so good.”

his lips keep moving—over your shoulder, across your jaw—while his hands work slow, steady, easing every bit of tension from your body, replacing the dull ache with something hotter, deeper.

he moves carefully, his touch reverent, treating you like something precious.

but the way he groans when you arch into him? the way his fingers dig in just a little harder?

he’s feeling it just as much as you are.

you gasp, gripping his arm, your body reacting to every slow, purposeful movement. “robby—”

“shh, baby,” he soothes, kissing your temple, his breath ragged, his body pressing so close to yours. “i’ve got you.”

his pace stays slow, controlled, worshipful. he wants you to feel every movement, every touch, every ounce of love in the way he holds you, the way he moves with you.

“god, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours, his voice breaking on a groan. “i love you so much

the warmth builds, the pleasure overwhelming, his hands gripping, soothing, loving—and when you finally reach that peak, when your body tenses and shudders against him, his name spilling from your lips in a breathless, wrecked moan, he’s right there with you, holding you through it, pressing soft kisses to your damp skin, whispering how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, how he’ll never get enough of you.

when it’s over, when your breathing finally slows, he doesn’t let go. he just holds you tighter, pressing his palm over your stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of your breath.

“feeling better?” he murmurs, his lips grazing your temple.

you hum, nestling closer, your body warm, relaxed, sated. “mmhm. way better.”

he grins, pulling the blankets higher, tucking you in against him. “good,” he whispers. “because we’re definitely doing that again.”

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[velvrei]

ummm a drunk rafe and he can not shut up about how pretty and perfect the reader is 😭🙏

so cuteeee

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the party was still going strong, but rafe? gone. absolutely, undeniably wasted. he was slumped against you on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped lazily around your waist like he’d forget how to sit up if he let go.

“god, you’re so pretty,” he mumbled for what had to be the tenth time in the last hour, his words slurring together.

you sighed, trying (and failing) to suppress a smile. “rafe—”

“no, listen.” he lifted his head, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide as he stared at you like you’d hung the damn moon. “you don’t get it. like—like, you’re actually perfect. it’s insane. it’s not fair. how the fuck am i supposed to function when you look like that?”

you bit your lip, heat creeping up your neck. “you’re drunk.”

“i’m honest,” he corrected, poking your cheek like that proved his point. “and i’m telling you—you’re the most beautiful, smartest, coolest person ever. and you smell good. and your laugh makes my chest feel all—” he waved his hand vaguely before dropping it back onto your thigh, squeezing lightly. “weird.”

you shook your head, laughing softly. “weird?”

“yeah. like, warm. happy.” he exhaled dramatically, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. “fuck. i think i’m in love with you.”

your heart stopped.

but before you could even process those words, rafe’s head flopped back onto your shoulder, his breath evening out almost instantly.

you stared at him, stunned. he was out cold, completely unaware of the absolute bomb he just dropped.

“oh, we’re definitely talking about this in the morning,” you muttered, shaking your head. but even as you said it, you couldn’t stop the stupid smile creeping onto your face.

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rafe cameron taglist: @rafestoothbrush

[velvrei]

I know you write mostly smut and I commend that but could use something more fluffy than smutty rn. Lost my mom earlier this week from sepsis related illness and a Miguel Diaz x reader would make my day with him being like dream boyfriend and comforting and loving. Thanks!

yes i can totally write this for you! i am so sorry for your loss, and i am here if you need absolutely anything, even if it’s just more comfort posts. <3

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miguel diaz knows exactly when you need him, and right now, you need him more than ever.

after everything you’ve been through, he’s your rock, your safe place, the one person you can count on to just be there without asking for anything in return.

the weight of the world feels heavy on your shoulders, but with miguel by your side, it feels like maybe you can breathe again.

you’re sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket that feels too thin to shield you from the cold emptiness lingering inside, the grief still fresh, raw.

the sadness in your chest doesn’t seem to go away, no matter how many times you close your eyes and try to wish it away.

miguel doesn’t say anything at first; he simply sits beside you, close but not forcing, his arm gently resting over your shoulders, his touch grounding you.

his hand moves slowly, rhythmically, through your hair, a soft and soothing motion meant to calm your mind. you can feel the tenderness in his touch, the way he’s being extra careful with you, like he’s worried you’ll break if he’s not gentle enough.

you close your eyes, leaning into him as his fingers softly brush against your skin. his presence, his quiet strength, is more comforting than any words could ever be.

“i’m here,” he whispers, his voice so gentle, so full of love. “i’ve got you. always.”

the simplicity of it makes your heart ache, but in the best possible way. you lift your head just a little, meeting his gaze, and what you see there makes you feel safe. there’s nothing but understanding, nothing but love.

miguel doesn’t need to say anything else, because you know he means it. he’s here for you, through every moment of pain, through every tear that falls, and in all the quiet moments when you just need someone to sit with you.

he pulls you closer, wrapping his arm more securely around you, offering the warmth of his embrace. it’s not just physical warmth—it’s emotional, too.

he’s holding you in a way that makes you feel like, no matter what happens, you’re not alone. and for the first time in days, you let yourself relax into it, let the tension slowly start to melt away.

you don’t have to say anything. miguel’s not pushing you to talk, not forcing you to be okay when you’re not. he just stays there, offering the comfort you didn’t even know you needed. his hand never stops moving through your hair, never stops reassuring you with its steady, loving rhythm.

after what feels like a lifetime of silence, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, you’re lost in the warmth of his gaze. he doesn’t need to ask how you’re doing, doesn’t need to try and fix anything. he knows better. his eyes say everything: he’s here, and he’s not going anywhere.

“whatever you need, i’m here,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. “i’ll be here through it all.”

it’s a promise, and it’s everything. it’s all the comfort you’ve been craving, wrapped in the sincerity of his words. miguel’s not just your boyfriend, he’s your protector, your constant. the love he offers isn’t loud or flashy; it’s quiet, patient, and unshakable.

and right now, that’s exactly what you need. you can lean into him, let him hold you, and trust that, together, you’ll make it through this.

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here for you!!

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[velvrei]

hi! can you do a drabble with robby where they live together and reader is home alone and she's masterbating and she's right on the edge of coming and robby just shows up and is like "need help?" and she's all embarrassed. meanwhile robby getting in the bed and spreading her legs wider and ready to eat her out?

so hot

…

the apartment was quiet, the only sound filling the space was your soft, uneven breaths. you were stretched out on the bed, fingers working yourself closer and closer to that sweet, hazy edge.

eyes squeezed shut, you bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud—just in case. robby wasn’t supposed to be home yet, but still…

you were so close. so damn close.

and then—

“need help?”

your eyes snapped open, your entire body jolting at the deep, amused voice from the doorway.

“robby!” you practically yelped, scrambling to yank the sheets over yourself, face burning.

he was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression caught between entertained and something else entirely. dark, hungry eyes flicked over you, taking in the way you were still breathing hard, still flushed.

“you weren’t expecting me,” he noted, smirking as he kicked off his shoes.

“obviously,” you shot back, voice high with embarrassment.

but robby was already moving, the bed dipping as he climbed in, hands effortlessly prying the sheets from your grip.

“don’t hide from me,” he murmured, fingers trailing down your thigh before gripping it, spreading you open again.

your breath hitched. “robby—”

he looked up at you, eyes full of wicked intent.

“relax, baby,” he said, settling between your legs, pressing a slow kiss to your inner thigh. “i just got home. let me take care of you.”

and with the way he was looking at you, like he needed to do this—you weren’t about to say no.

…

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[velvrei]

Robby fvcks reader senseless for who knows how long until she's overstimulated because he loves seeing her ahegao face

got you boo

…

you had lost track of time—minutes? hours?—all you knew was robby, the way he moved, the way he touched you like he had no plans of stopping.

your body trembled, overstimulated and wrecked, but he just smirked, brushing messy hair from your face. “look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

you tried to glare at him, but it was useless. your head was heavy, lips parted, eyes hazy with pleasure.

his grip tightened on your waist as he leaned in, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against your jaw. “god, i love seeing you like this.”

his words sent another shiver through you, your body arching into his as he dragged his lips down your throat.

“too much,” you mumbled breathlessly, but you both knew you didn’t really mean it.

robby just chuckled, dark and low. “one more,” he whispered, voice full of promise. “just one more for me, baby.”

and with the way he was looking at you—like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—you knew you were about to give him exactly what he wanted.

…

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[velvrei]

hi!! can i have a small drabble with robby where the reader tells him that she has never squirted before and now robby makes it his goal to make her squirt at least once?? thank you!!

hehehe

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robby’s touch was relentless—slow, teasing, but devastatingly precise. his fingers moved like he had all the time in the world, dragging you right to the edge over and over again, only to pull you back just when you thought you were there.

“relax,” he murmured against your skin, his voice smooth but firm. “you’re holding back.”

your body was trembling, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “i—i’m not—”

he chuckled, low and knowing. “you are.”

his lips brushed your neck, his free hand spreading across your stomach, grounding you. then he found that perfect rhythm, one that sent shockwaves through every nerve in your body. you clenched around him, back arching, fingers gripping at his arms.

“there it is,” he whispered, his voice full of something almost smug, but mostly just hungry.

you tried to fight it, the overwhelming wave building too fast, too intense—but robby wasn’t having that. his pace stayed steady, his mouth moving against your shoulder, whispering encouragement, coaxing you into letting go.

and then you did.

white-hot pleasure slammed into you, your body shaking as a rush of something new and electric took over. robby groaned at the feeling, his grip tightening as he helped you ride it out, whispering a soft, awed “fuck, baby.”

when you finally caught your breath, he looked down at you with the cockiest grin. “told you i’d make it happen.”

you barely had the energy to swat at him, still floating, still feeling the aftershocks of something you never thought possible.

robby just laughed, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your lips. “round two?”

and judging by the way he was already moving again, you knew you were in for a long night.

…

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[velvrei]

hi!! i saw the one with robby giving his gf an 'r' necklace! can i have one where robby has a necklace that reader gave him (maybe like a yin and yang one and he has the yang one) and when he's fucking her, it's just dangling over her face and it just turns her on ever more??

this is so hot

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the room was dark except for the soft glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over robby’s body as he moved above you. the air was thick, the only sounds filling the space were your ragged breaths, the quiet creak of the mattress, and the occasional low groan from robby, voice rough with pleasure.

but your eyes weren’t on him—not entirely. they were on the necklace hanging from his neck, the silver chain swaying with every movement. your necklace. your gift to him. the yin to your yang, the small charm catching the dim light as it dangled inches from your lips.

“fuck,” you gasped, the sight of it sending a new wave of heat straight to your core.

robby noticed. of course, he did. his lips curled into a knowing smirk, and he let his weight drop just enough so the pendant skimmed against your skin, the cool metal a contrast to the heat of your body. “this doin’ it for you, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, but there was something else there too—something darker, something possessive.

you could only whimper in response, your hands gripping his back, nails digging into his skin as he slowed his movements just to tease you. the chain shifted again, the charm grazing over your collarbone, your lips, as he dipped his head to kiss along your jaw.

“gave it to me so i’d always have a piece of you,” robby breathed against your skin, rolling his hips just right, making your back arch beneath him. “bet you didn’t think it’d turn you on this much, huh?”

you didn’t. but now? you’d never see that necklace the same way again.

…

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