Problematic Fave

pulling up in front of the house but he’s already in a light jog out the door, wearing his soft camo shorts and black tee, house loafers & backwards baseball cap. motioning for you to come out with his hand, a direct but gentle “get out, baby.” as he opens your door for you.

parallel parks with one hand on the wheel, veiny arm rotating it as the other hooks behind the passenger seat headrest. his jaw clenches and his sun-tanned neck straining as he looks back.

basically when you apply to med school some secondaries ask for a headshot (kms) and im thinking about omegaverse omega!robby needing to appear docile and inviting so he can get let in under the assumption that he’s doing peds or obgyn (he’s built all his apps around this narrative)

so he has to shoot a series of ridiculous, lowkey softcore head and body shots to pick from for his apps and decides on this one to attach because he looks compliant, with his unmated neck tastefully hidden like some old school alphas on the board might enjoy

Before Jack knows what’s happening, Carter bends over and throws up on his own shoes. Instinctually, Jack leans forward and massages his own shaking hand along his back. “Are you okay?”

Carter nods, but he’s trembling too violently for Jack to believe him. “I need to call my mom.”

Jack never admitted how much he loved watching Michael Robinavitch's movies but anytime the young man is on screen he lost his mind.

While all his baseball teammates were drooling over pamela anderson or Uma Thurman he wanted Michael "Robby" Robinavitch.

He keeps it a secret for him and him only

And if his fascination with the actor gets him into acting himself — well that's a him thing.

He certainly never expects to get a small part in a movie with him.

Or to go to a wrap party

Or for Robby to offer him a drink which leads to another and another

Or for the of them to end up in a bathroom stall, Robby on his knees, his mouth hot and wet around Jack who will never be the same again

And if Jack stupidly gives Robby his number its simply because networking is apart of the gig

And if Robby never calls — well it was just a drunken hook up.

Jack gets over it. He moves on.

Twenty years later Jack is asked to do an actors on actors interview.

Except the interview is with none other than Michael Robinavitch

Will a night twenty years ago in a bathroom became something more?

One time, Dennis had given Jack back his card bc he needed that specific card for something and had forgotten to hand it back to him. Dennis had been out to eat with Trinity and was going to pay but remembered the lack of his boyfriend’s card and had slid his own card into the reader with a pout. He sent a picture to the two of them of his receipt with the message had to fend for myself today :( attached. He immediately got a Venmo from Jack covering the entire meal and a text that said I’ll get you set up with Apple Pay when you get home, sorry about today babe.

Trinity started laughing at him and called him their sugar baby, but Dennis just rolled his eyes bc even she was reaping the benefits of their salary’s. It was only last week that she tagged alongside Dennis and Robby to dinner and drinks and there wasn’t even a question on whose tab Trinity’s food was going on. After a few cocktails the two had begged Robby to let them have a sleepover, the older man just laughing at the show they were putting on for him (“dude, I promise if we do a little choreography for him he’ll say yes no issue.”) as he pushed them into the car. He drove them to the convenience store by the house and let them have free rein over the isles, just pushing the cart and clicking his tongue at the sweets they kept piling in. They got to the checkout counter, Dennis and Trinity leaning on each other for support as the lady scanned each item and asked Robby cash or card? Before he could pull his credit card out of his pocket, Trinity slid over a pack of gum from the rack and told him “wait, I’ll definitely need this for tomorrow,” Robby just nodding along and handing over the pack to the lady with a smile.

Eddie Diaz vs New Mexico

July 9th — 6:05 am

8:25 am

Robby immediately downloaded instagram like a desperate loser, taking ten frustrated tries at his login before he finally got access. He swiped back to the screenshots Jack had sent, searching up Dennis’s account and waiting like a lovesick puppy for him to come back home and accept his request.

8:44 pm

Robby exited their text thread, buzzing under his skin as he opens his instagram. Clicking on the notification, he was redirected to Dennis’s account. If anyone heard a weird strained noise fall out his mouth at the sight of his face — no they didn’t.

He embarrassingly sulked at the small number of posts before making his way through each and every one of them, viewing every slide with profound focus as he hit the heart button each time — not knowing it notified Dennis. You can’t blame him, he’s literally 50-ish.

Robby beamed as he saw the most recent post, the pictures of Ivy making his heart melt. Dennis was the only person Ivy seemed truly happy with, besides himself. Even then, it took him around a month to fully gain his trust. His boy did it in less than a day. He clicked on the comment section carefully, chuckling to himself as he read the comments left by his colleagues. Feeling bold, he typed out two heart emojis before clicking send. Whether the heart was for Ivy or Dennis, or both — no one will know.

Robby snaps out of his Dennis-induced trance as his phone starts ringing, a call from Dennis himself.

“Hey, kid!” Robby speaks into the phone happily, not quite glad that it was a voice call, but he was willing to settle for anything. Dennis’s voice quivers, a pained shudder before he starts talking. “Hey uh, where do you keep your first aid? I didn’t wanna snoop trying to find it.” He grits out, his voice dripping with embarrassment when really, there was no need to feel as such. Robby immediately sits up on his bed, heart dropping to his stomach. “Are you hurt? What happened? Do I need to call an ambulance?” Dennis’s laugh starts to boom through the speaker, leaving Robby completely confused.

Dennis talks through broken laughs. “Oh god, I completely predicted that reaction. I’m fine, and I’m a doctor if you forgot, no need for an ambulance. Your angelic daughter was in the kitchen with me while we were making dinner. She thought it’d be a good idea to jump on the counter. She knocked over my only mug, got scared, and jumped on me, and absolutely wrecked my arm.” A hiss escaped Dennis as he talked, the cut wasn’t deep but it surely caused a lot of irritation. Ivy had ran away and hid under the bed, which pleased Dennis. He did not want to look at that devil right now.

“Jesus.” Robby laughs, his shoulders sagging once he was sure Dennis wasn’t seriously hurt. “Hmm okay go to my room, the second drawer of my cabinet, it’s probably under the clothes. And please snoop around when it comes to stuff like this, what if I didn’t answer the phone?” Robby lectures, voice gruff as he tried to drill it into Dennis once again — my house is your house. He hears Dennis move around the house, a weird intimacy spilling into it once he realised, Dennis was walking around his house, like he knew every nook and cranny personally. By now, maybe he did.

“Then I would’ve proudly bled to death.” Dennis quips, making Robby let out a sarcastic “ha ha.” Dennis shuffled to the bedroom, sliding open the second drawer. He chokes on his breath, realising the drawer was filled with Robby’s remaining underwear — not that it bothered him. Nope. He’s not a weirdo who’s gonna flush at the sight of his bosses boxers. Nope. He held his breath and fished around until he found the first aid kit. “Ah. Got it.”

“Be careful kiddo. I would’ve stitched you up myself if I was there.” Robby said it so casually that it hurt. He’d be willing to stitch Dennis up whenever prompted, and that made him feel fuzzy and cared for in a way he hadn’t felt before. “I’m starting to think you actually did forget that I work in the same ER as you?” Dennis teases, swiftly wiping the blood off and disinfecting the scratches as he wrapped a bandage around his arm. “Sorry kid, you know I’m always worried about you.” Robby confessed. He was about to take it back, throw out a ridiculous excuse about how he meant it in a “professional” way, when they’d been anything but. However, before he could get a word in, Dennis’s soft voice is heard from the phone.

“That’s…very sweet. I’m lucky to have someone worry about me. I’ve never had that before.” Robby could hear the smile etched on Dennis’s pretty face. He felt his face bunch up into a grin as well, an involuntary response. The vulnerability made his heart beat in his ears, almost sounding out Dennis’s name.

Den-nis, Den-nis, Den-nis.

“Always, kid.” They sit in silence as Dennis finished cleaning everything up. “You good? I hope Ivy didn’t get you too bad.” Robby winced. “All good now! It’s okay, she’s still impossibly endearing.” Dennis giggles. “That, she is.”

Robby manages to keep Dennis on the phone for hours, both of them talking to one another lazily about everything and nothing while laying comfortably in bed, falling asleep to the sound of each others steady breathing.

Steve collapses in Eddie’s passenger seat, shaking and ugly crying. Eddie has no clue what to do, so he just awkwardly pets Steve’s hair like he’s a stray dog. “Shit, Munson,” Steve sniffs, “you probably think I’m a pussy.” And Eddie goes dead serious shaking his head “No, man. I don’t.”

They are parked outside Steve’s dark empty house smoking what’s left of Eddies lunch box and Steve tells him everything. Nancy. Him losing friends and how it feels to be King of nothing. Eddie’s floored they’re even talking, let alone like this. But then Steve whispers it. “I just want to run away.”

Eddie doesn’t even blink. “Okay.”

Steve, startled: “Okay what?”

Cocky, arrogant Robby stretching Dennis open with his large, worn hands whispering in the boy’s ear how tight he is, how he better make Robby feel good, better put all that youth to work. Prove he’s worthy of a man like Robby’s time.

He pushes a tired Whitaker to his knees in the middle of his kitchen after the resident comes home from a long shift. Takes his cock out. “Night’s not over yet, baby. You don’t want me to go to bed hard, do you? You’re young, you can go a little longer.”

The way Robby would man handle Dennis, dragging him around by the neck as they grocery shop, do yard work, clean up the house, go to farmers markets, etc., like he’s some kid that he’s hauling around, showing the “proper” way to do things.

The way he’d sit on a lawn chair in worn blue jeans, shirtless, hairy chest and belly out, bottle of beer in hand as he lazed back and watched Whitaker do all the yard work. He’d make Dennis do it shirt less. Yelling comments out here and there correcting his form and technique. He’d pull Dennis into his lap afterwards, handsy as hell, hand slipping down the boy’s back and into his underwear, fingers probing for his hole as Dennis squirmed on his lap. “Fuck, your skin is so smooth, kid. Out there teasing me like that, want this old man to see how young you are, don’t you? Showing off like that. Didn’t your Dad teach you not to be such a little slut? You want me to be your Daddy, that it Whitaker? Speak, son, I’m asking you a question.”

But Dennis can’t hardly speak bcuz Robby’s shoving half-dry fingers into his hole, slick only from the sweat they’d glazed off his own back on their way down. All he can do is let his head fall into the crook of Robby’s neck and choke on a whine.

Robby grabbing an oblivious Dennis by the arm when he arrives home just 10 minutes late and hauling him into their bedroom, folding him over his knees and yanking the kid’s pants down. Dennis’ face flushed red as he scrambles to try to pull his pants back up, embarrassed. But Robby lands a hard smack on his bottom, callused palms from years of work landing hard as he teaches Dennis a lesson for being late, how kids these days don’t respect time and don’t take responsibility. But it’s alright, that’s what men like Robby are here for, to lead the next generation. And he spanks Dennis red until he lubes up his fingers, slipping them in a little further with each spank…

Robby, smug, as Dennis crawls up the bed, doe eyes hungry and pathetic as he begs to suck Robby’s big, heavy, fat cock. Whitaker crawling up further, resting his cheek on Robby’s belly, biting his lip and nearly whimpering as the man’s grizzled hair rubs against his cheek. Please, please, please he begs, tho mouthing at the older man’s round belly.

Robby has the resident wrapped around his finger. The kid is obsessed with him, always eager to please, always willing to obey no matter how tired he is. And Robby loves it. Loves how easy Dennis is in every way. The kid is in his mid-20’s. Anyone close to Robby’s age wouldn’t put up with or do even half the shit Robby asks and does to Dennis.

Wolfishly, Robby scruffs the back of Dennis’ neck to get him to stop squirming on his belly. Dennis goes still like a pup. “Get to it then, kid. It’s not going to suck itself.”

starting a pitt smau because ive been inspired by all the other amazing accounts who have done them lmao

summary: ever wonder how rabbot get their almost two year long relationship discovered? in a stupider way than you think

pt.2