#sub robby

literally he senses the moments of hesitation, the wide eyes, the aborted attempts at touching him in ways no attending has ever touched him before and he locks the fuck in!

any person looking in at their dynamic would never assume dennis was the predator but robby was built to be his prey.

he is clumsy and big, unable to hide. and he gets this look on his face of utter surprise and helplessness anytime dennis catches him in pursuit. deer in headlights.

he’s cornering robby in the break room, subtlety standing between his legs. he’s bringing him coffee with this sly grin. then robby jokingly asks, “how can i thank you?”

dennis replies, “i’ll think on it,” with a smirk and a tilt of his head. and they both know what that’s alluding to. they know what dennis will be thinking about.

robby weirdly doesn’t mind playing mouse in this dynamic where dennis is the cat but he can’t do this at work. the exhilaration of running from this crush he has no tools to compartmentalize is affecting his ability to be a boss.

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“I just love pay day,” you hummed quietly, scrolling through some luxury online shoe store. You’d been shopping all morning, refilling your closet, restocking Luxury makeup and skincare, and now you were on shoes. “I really like this pair with the red, what do you think?” You hummed the question, already knowing there would be no answer. “They’re $800, and I think they’d look fantastic against your skin.” You turned your head to look down at Robby’s face, but you felt his body respond the moment you said the price.

You could just imagine what the two of you currently looked like. Robby laid on his back, completely nude accept for the gag shoved in his mouth and cockering around his painfully hard dick. And you, still dressed in your pjs from the night before and sat right on Robby’s chest. You sat so all he could see was your ass and back, and your laptop sat open on his midsection, basically blocking any view of his dick.

When you finally looked at him his eyes were blown wide, hips automatically jerking a bit at the price of the shoes. “What a pig….” You mumbled with a shake of your head before going back to the screen and ignoring Robby’s small whines. You added the shoes as well as some new pairs of nice pantyhose. If it were up to him that’s what you’d be wearing now, some smooth pantyhose and pretty heels, but that would be to much attention right now. You’d made it very clear when he’d woken up this morning he in fact would not be being used to get off at all at least until lunch time today. He was just your credit card. You wanted to shop, and technically it was his payday(although he has so much in saving from working over the years that the shopping spree isn’t dependent on an incoming check.

ok but I need a fanfic where Robert and flambae are married!! But in this universe Robert isn't mecha man, he's just a really smart engineer that flambae meets years before dispatch takes place and falls head over heals in love with! So in-between roberies and shit he's taking his boyfriend on dates and you know Robert always bottoms in the bedroom. But then robot finds out all the shit flambe is doing and says unless he hands himself over they are through

So flambae does on the condition robert married him before he goes to jail thinking he wouldn't. He does...theu have a small courthouse ceremony and then he hands himself over and serves time but gets out early on the dispatch program.

Well guess what when he finds out his husband has transfered to the dispatches engineering branch the chaos that ensues trying to make up for the lost time in the cell.

Bonus points for Robert still winning the hearts of every z team member and all z team members demanding a do over wedding for the two cause Alice says that court house wedding was just sad

Med student Michael Robinavitch who meets an older man at the bar, someone who he now knows fits into the category silver fox.

He needs his "final night of freedom" before starting his internship, and a fuck with a beautiful man seems like just the thing.

"Yeah? Think you can make it worth it?" the stranger says in a condescending tone. "I've been having sex since before you were born, what makes you think you can match the level of people with my experience?"

He stutters out some reply about how he too has had loads of sex!

The doubtful and unimpressed look he's met with makes his desperate words more and more whiny.

"Well, you'll never know unless you try!" ends up being his winning argument.

Michael gives his best puppy eyes (easy being him), and buys the man another drink as a courting gift.

The drink gets gulped down quickly, and he stares at Michael with intense and considering eyes.

The younger swallows hard, trying not to cry from desperation as the judge decides his fate.

"Please?" he adds tentatively, a last resort.

A sigh, a nod, and Michael's face is lighting up, an adorable grin growing.

He's very confident in his ability to perform, despite him having had loads of sex being a lie.

How hard can it be?

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How hard can it be?

That's the stupidest thing Michael Robinavitch has ever thought.

His face is scrunched up in horrible concentration- it turns into a defeated sob when he sees his lover reach for a pack of cigarettes, completely unbothered by the man currently buried deep inside him.

The older man mutters something and pats Michael on the shoulder.

"Told you that you wouldn't make it." he grumbles before taking a drag and blowing the smoke in Michael's face. "Just get yourself off and be done with it."

His face snaps up, staring at the other with horrified eyes.

"No- what?" he gasps, suddenly not as close anymore. "No, I'm here for both of us, I can-"

He's cut off before he can finish his pleading.

"See, I was under that impression as well." the older man growls. "But here you are cumming after five seconds, without even asking might I add, which is very rude."

Michael stares wide-eyed with his jaw hanging open. The man beneath him just continues smoking, eventually tilting his head to prompt an answer.

"Then... then show me how to do it right." he replies lowly.

Another drag, another exhale making Michael grimace from the disgusting smoke. A smirk, one that melts the younger's brain.

"You're gonna listen?" he asks gruffly, huffing when Michael nods. "Alright then."

Instructions flow quickly. Michael does his best to listen and winces every time a correcting slap lands on his thigh.

Eventually he is right back to where he was before, whining at how close to the edge he is. Only this time the man beneath him is grunting in his own pleasure, clearly pleased if the way he is petting Michael's hair is any sign.

"Fuck, sir-" Michael gasps. "Wanna cum, can I, please?"

The older man hums in consideration.

"Fine, but you're not stopping until I'm done."

Reasonable, right? At least Michael's fuzzy brain thinks so, and at the go-ahead he stutteres to a stop, filling the tight hole around him with cum.

He rambles out a mix of thank you's and the other's name, doing his best to keep up the movement of his hips.

The pleasure morphs into something bordering on painful, and he writhes as he continues fucking.

"Just like that, yeah baby!" the other groans, back arching at a particularly deep thrust.

The only thing Michael's brain can process is the order to keep going, and so he doed. His lover steadily pumps his own cock, and soon he clenches around Michael as he comes, the pressure forcing a second, painful, orgasm out of the younger.

Michael is still out of it by the time they've quickly wiped down, having only enough brain power to take a few sips of water.

Jack loves to slowly stir up Robby. He’ll touch Robby more , his kisses will linger longer and so does his staring.

Jack will sometimes do it at handoff, hand inching lower and lower. Robby will still gasp quietly, or tense up whenever his husband does this, even after two decades.

Abbot gets Robby to walk him out , “it was a busy night last night, hopefully it’s not too bad for you Mikey” Jack said stepping closer to Robby, leaning in and kissing his husband. He deepens the kissing with his tongue and only pulling away once Robby presses his chest into his. “ you better be a good boy today” Jack says smirking. He knows leaving Robby all flustered like this before a shift will leave him all bothered all day long but Luckily for Robby , Jack will be waiting for him at home.

Jack will be in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and Robby will be reading his book on the recliner, Jack will wander over to Robby and start touching him.

He’ll place a hand on his shoulder to start , his hands will start to linger but he doesn’t do more than that.

Once he is done cleaning up , him and Robby will sit close together on the couch as they watch their current show together. Jack will slowly inch his hand down to Robby’s crotch but he will stop each time he moves down closer, starting back up at the top.

Jack likes to watch as Robby’s breath will hitch and he’ll try to keep his attention on the tv like he doesn’t know what’s happening. Eventually Robby will start to get antsy and start to cuddle into Jack.

Jack will slip his hand into Robby sweats and boxer , not touching anything just yet. “Jack” Robby would start . Jack pretends that he can’t hear his husband, he loves when Robby gets all needy and whiny.

He’ll start to kiss up Robby’s neck slowly , hand gently touching his dick. “Mikey pay attention to the show” Jack would whisper.

By this point Robby is whining, he wanted more and Jack was being mean. “Jackie , you are being mean” , “I don’t think I’m being mean enough, you haven’t been too nice at work” Jack said.

Jack would bring his hand that he was using up to Robby’s mouth , gently shoving his fingers into Robby’s mouth . “Suck” Robby followed the instructions quickly. “So sweet Mikey , why can’t you be sweet like this all the time” Jack taunted. Robby would whine once Jack removed his fingers but it quickly changed to a soft gasp once Jack started to jerk him off.

“Jackie” Robby gasped, gripping onto Jacks hand. Jack would continue to stroke his husband’s dick , listening to Robby’s grunts and moans. “You like that don’t you Mikey? Maybe if you are a good boy I’ll let you cum. Do you think you’re a good boy?” Jack asked. “I am , I am a good boy . I’m Jackie’s good boy” Robby breathed out. “I don’t think you’ve been a good boy . I’ve heard what you’ve been doing at work . That you are being mean and yelling at people. Is that true Mikey? You know better than to lie to me” Jack whispered in his ear. “I’ve been bad”, “ and what happens when you are mean?” “You decide” Robby moaned out.

Jack wanted to keep playing this game , continuously edging Robby , the man was sobbing at this point. “Please Jackie , I’m sorry” Robby sobbed out . “ I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet ? Will you promise me that you won’t do it again?” “I will”. “What do you promise me? Say it Mikey” Jack taunted . “ I promise to be nice at work and not yell”, “that sounds so sweet of you. But I don’t think that will be happening tonight” Jack would smirk as Robby’s face would crumble , Robby sobbing out that he is sorry and that he is a good boy.

“Not tonight” and Jack walks upstairs and starts a shower leaving a hard sobbing robby with a sore sore cock needing release.

Robby knows better than to get himself off after Jack plays with him like this.

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Please let me know if this is horrible. I’ve never really written smut and I’m a major virgin 🫩❤️