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Small Flambert Comic 🔥🩵
(from the fic: "Don't You Shy Away" by SundroptScripts)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/76672011/chapters/200677716
"How much longer are you going to keep me waiting, Bae? Not feeling shy now, are we?"
"Robert, you really should learn when to shut the fuck up."
"Hmm, but where' s fun in that?"
"You're lucky I like your smart mouth. Otherwise, I would have you gagged."
"Last time you gagged it pretty well, from what I remember. Felt you down my throat for days to come."
"You know, Robert, for someone bound and at my mercy, you are still acting like a fuckin brat."
"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about?"
"How about I fuck your brains out and then we'll see if that smart mouth still has something to say."
"Mmmm, can't wait to see you try."
"Oh, Robo. You really shouldn't say that."
***3 days later when Robert hisses everytime he sits down, he regrets nothing. 10 out of 10 would taunt Flambae again👌
sneak peak of my current 3am fueled wip, because i've alway wanted to write a scene like this
I sketched some blooper style comics for the end of Chapter 1 of my Flambert fic "Air Fryer" 🥰 I love the idea of Flambae just NOT nailing his lines. Which, in a way, is a call to Fahim Anwar and how he basically improv'd Flambae 🤣
Drunk edit: Flambae's face is so tiny in the first panel I'm so sorry lmao
Also, Chapter 3 of Air Fryer is now live! Things are getting SPICY 🌶❤️🔥💙🧡
Love reading flambert fics where bae speaks some Arabic or dari and I just go "I CAN UNDERSTAND HIM !!!"
LIKE YES CALL ROBERT "nour 3ini" [Light of my eye ] ,"rouhi"[ my soul ], "albi" [my heart] AND DONT TELL HIM WHAT IT MEANS YEAASSSSS
YES FLAMBAE BE A SECRET SAPPY FUCK
Calling all Flambert freaks, I wrote some very depressing smut!
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Burn Me Beautiful
Relationships:
Flambae | Chad/Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Beef the Dog & Robert Robertson | Mecha Man
Characters:
Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Flambae | Chad (Dispatch), Beef the Dog (Dispatch)
Additional Tags:
Depressed Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mild Angst, caregiver Flambae, dubcon, might not need to tag that but including it just in case, emotional service dog Beef, Robert getting the care and love he deserves, Soft Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Soft Flambae | Chad (Dispatch), Bottom Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Top Flambae | Chad (Dispatch), Anal Fingering, eating ass, Anal Sex, Gentle Sex, Depressed sex, Crying During Sex, Lots of kissing, tear licking, because I find that very erotic, Post-Canon, Inspired by Music, Flambae calls Robert baby
When everything is over and Shroud is gone, Robert finally get to process all his trauma and break down.
Flambae is there to piece him back together.
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Description is lacking, but I can't think of anything better. Heavily inspired by Burn Me Beautiful by Shadow Beloved. I about lost my mind when I discovered it, I HAD to write Flambert smut with it
A Lil sneak peak for ya'll of chapter 4 of my soulmate au!!
More silence. They were three feet apart, close enough that Robert could feel the heat radiating off Flambae's body. Fire powers. Always warm. The heat felt good against Robert's chronic pain, easing the ache in his joints in a way his medication never did.
Flambae must have noticed the way Robert relaxed slightly, because his expression hardened.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Whatever you're about to say. Just don't." Flambae grabbed his coffee cup, which Robert noticed, with a sinking feeling, had two sugars already in it. The same amount Robert always used.
Robert looked at his own cup. Two sugars, already measured out. He didn't even remember doing it.
They'd both reached for coffee at the same time. Both measured out the same amount of sugar. Both stood there gripping their cups like lifelines.
The bond. The fucking bond making them synchronize without even trying.
"We need to talk," Robert said quietly.
"No, we really don't." Flambae moved toward the door.
"I know you're—"
"I said dont't." Flambae stopped in the doorway, not looking back. "We don't need to talk. We don't need to do anything. Just stay in your tower and coordinate missions and pretend we don't—" He stopped himself. "Just leave me alone."
He left before Robert could respond.
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Chapter 19: So Imagine I Was Glad To Hear You're Coming, Suddenly I Feel Alright
Summary:
Time for therapy, media training, and a long awaited family dinner. How will our heroes cope with the new lives?
