BoopedMySnake
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He just filled Robert, like a twink!
Hell yeah!
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his talking about twinkies btw
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Robert ends up in a nightclub with his co-workers. Flambae looks way too good in booty shorts. Yet another HR violation gets added to Robert's record, and some poor overworked janitor has to clean up jizz from the bathroom stall.
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27 Jan 2026
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*the guy just trying to piss in the next stall, biting back tears*: im so fucking scared
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“Hey, what’s an intimacy coordinator?” Courtney had the pen cap pinched between her teeth. “I’m used to most of the shit you make us do, but this… I don’t got a fuckin’ clue.”
“An intimacy coordinator is someone that’ll handle… you… in the event that you get struck with what this villain has.” Mandy pinched the space between her brows. “Whoever this is has… something. That increases your temperature and libido, okay? To the point that only contact from another person will fix it. Do you get what I’m saying?”
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get fucked robert
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It's My Right to Be Hellish, I Still Get Jealous by Colorfullyminded, InkAndSmudge
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
22 Jan 2026
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But Robert knew no matter how much he wanted it, kindness wasn’t something he, or his stupid, broken down body, deserved.
He pulled away again, averting his eyes self-consciously whenever he remembered why he was really there tonight. The last thing he wanted was for Waterboy to see him like that. To see what the hero that he idolised was really like behind all the smoke and mirrors.
Herman’s smile fell at the same time as his lighter-coloured eyebrows rose, “D-don’t you want to dance-join in?” He glanced around the place where Robert was still leaning against the counter, “You’re all by your-alone.”
Not for long, if I’m lucky, Robert thought bitterly. The ache that had been building in his gut all day felt like a ravenous, gnawing hole now. It twisted something inside of him, made him feel sick and rotten and wrong. And a thousand miles away from the sweet-faced, wetsuit-wearing hero currently giving up his Saturday night to help keep a bunch of villains safe at a crappy metal night.
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?