#robby keene x femreader

[itsnesss]

Johnny walking in on a handcuffed Robby and his girlfriend in bed. I feel like Johnny would never let that down. It can be smut fluff whatever I just wanna read Johnnys reaction

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | a little smut (only kisses and groping), bdsm elements, explicit content, light humiliation

word count | 1.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

"Robby, you're going to love what I have for you". You say, with a mischievous smile as you walk to the center of the room, in front of his bed. You are a little nervous, but the thrill of the surprise makes you feel alive. He follows you with his gaze, observing each of your movements, and you can't help but feel like the center of his attention.

"What did you buy now, huh?" Robby asks, raising an eyebrow as he comfortably leans back on his bed. You look at him, feeling how his presence fills the space with that mix of relaxation and tension he always has.

You take a small box out of your bag and open it with a satisfied smile. The handcuffs shine under the dim light of the apartment. Her eyes widen a bit and her smile grows wider.

"Handcuffs... What do you want those for?" Robby laughs, but there's something in his tone that tells you he's intrigued.

You approach him with a steady step, feeling the air grow denser. The distance between you two shrinks until you are right in front of him, looking into his eyes.

"For you... if you let me put them on you, of course". You say, playing with the handcuff hook in your hand, letting them jingle slightly.

"Do you think you could handle me?" Robby asks, with a challenging smile, but there's something in his tone that lets you know he's getting into the game. You smile mischievously and, without waiting any longer, approach to place the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Oh, I certainly can". You reply, with a slight laugh as you adjust the handcuffs around his wrists, the metallic sound resonating in the air. Robby is completely still, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he were waiting for something more.

You look at him for a moment, knowing that you have crossed a line and that this little game is about to become something more. You climb on top of him, positioning yourself between his legs while you take his face in both hands.

"This isn't just a game, Robby…" You whisper in his ear, feeling the heat in the room rise.

He looks at you intensely, desire clearly reflected in his gaze. The tension in the air is palpable, the anticipation feels like an electric tingle on your skin. You feel their breath quickening, and that makes you smile even more.

"So... what's next?" Her voice is soft, but laden with that need you can't ignore. The moment is about to explode into something you haven't planned, but also can't avoid.

You lean towards him, bringing your lips close to his, but before your mouths meet, you pull away slightly and laugh softly.

"You're going to have to wait a little longer..." You say in a mocking tone, enjoying the control you now have. Robby looks at you, confused but intrigued. You can see how his patience begins to crumble.

"Don't play hard to get". Robby responds with a smile of amused frustration, but his eyes betray what he is really feeling. You're playing with fire, and you know this game has only just begun.

The heat in the air intensifies as the two continue to look at each other, knowing that things will never be the same after this moment.

"Don't you like waiting?" You ask in a whisper, keeping close but not letting them get close enough to get what you both desire.

The tension between you continues to grow, and the room, once calm and comfortable, has become a place filled with desire, expectation, and that dangerous game to which you are both surrendering without reservations.

"This is going to be interesting." Robby finally says, with a smile that lets you know he is already playing by the rules you have established.

You smile as you take the zipper of his pants and begin to slowly lower it, enjoying the way his eyes shine, the anticipation stronger now than before. You can feel the pressure of his body on the bed, how he restrains himself from touching you, how every part of him calls out to you.

"Well, let's get started". You say with a smile, while caressing her thighs still over the fabric of her pants, feeling the tension of her muscles, the way they contract with your touches.

"I desire you". You say as you begin to stroke his erection through his pants, enjoying how it twitches with each of your touches, how his breathing becomes heavy.

Johnny opens the door to the room with his usual carefree attitude, but upon seeing the scene in front of him, he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes quickly scan the room, then stop at Robby, who is handcuffed to the sofa, and finally look at you, who is smiling with that expression that always hints that something is about to happen.

Johnny stands still for a second, with his mouth open in a mix of disbelief and confusion. Then, finally, he speaks.

"What the hell is going on here?!" he says, raising a hand as if he can't believe what he's seeing. "Robby, seriously? Handcuffed? Do you think this is a good idea?!"

Robby, clearly uncomfortable, tries to free himself from the handcuffs, but only manages to increase his frustration. You, on the other hand, burst out laughing, enjoying the scene unfolding before your eyes.

Johnny takes another step towards the center of the room and puts his hands on his hips, looking back and forth between you and Robby.

"Look, I don't know what kind of "game" you have going on, but, Robby, you look like a guy who just entered a punishment contest!" Johnny lets out a mocking laugh, but he doesn't seem annoyed, just more surprised.

Robby, as red as a tomato, tries to explain himself, but Johnny interrupts him with an exaggerated gesture.

"No, no, no! Don't worry! I got it!" he says, waving his hand as if he wanted to erase the situation from his mind. Then he turns to you, his gaze fixed. "Hey, you, what kind of "control" tactic is this? Because if you're trying to teach Robby something about life... well, I think you've already succeeded!"

Johnny takes a moment to make a dramatic pause, looking at Robby with a false serious expression.

"Seriously, son, have you learned nothing from me? Never put yourself in this situation without an escape plan! Handcuffs are not for any occasion!" Johnny starts pacing back and forth, as if he were giving an impromptu lecture. "I would advise you, as a good father, to think about your future. I don't want you to end up trapped... you know, beyond the handcuffs!"

You keep laughing while Robby looks at his father with a mix of discomfort and resignation. Finally, Johnny stops, realizing he doesn't have much more to say. But before leaving, he raises a hand dramatically.

"And before I forget!" he says, as if a brilliant idea had crossed his mind. "Use condoms, guys! Because I don't even want to think about what could happen if things get out of control. I don't want to be a grandfather yet!". His face lights up with a mocking smile as he takes a step towards the door.

"And Robby, since you're in this, at least don't forget your dignity! Whatever is going on here, it better be fun!" Johnny says, giving one last look at the scene before heading out the door, winking at you as he does.

The door closes with a soft thud, and you stand there, looking at Robby, who is now completely red with embarrassment, while you continue laughing.

The tension in the room lightens for a moment, but the air is still charged with that same anticipation as before, although now, in some way, you feel freer.

[itsnesss]

Hi, hiii! Can I request reader and Robby have a baby and their baby's teething and nibbling them? Thank chu so much 😙❤️

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | have a baby, parenting moments, light teasing and flirting, humor, mild embarrassment, family love

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The night is calm, only the soft whisper of the breeze coming through the window is heard, but that peace is interrupted by a small, but clear sound. The creaking of something not quite in place, followed by a slight pressure on your neck. At first, you're not sure if it's a dream, but then you feel it again.

You look down, your eyes half-closed, and there it is: your baby. He's in the teething stage and seems to be using anything within reach to soothe his gums, which, in this case, means your neck.

"Ow, no," you whisper, but you can't help but smile as you adjust in bed to get a better look at him. Your little one looks up at you with those mischievous, bright eyes, as if he's daring you a bit. His tiny fingers grip your neck, and with a clumsy smile on his face, his small teeth sink into your skin once again. It's not painful, but it's uncomfortable, and for a moment, you're not sure whether to laugh or complain.

"Really, baby?" you murmur, gently stroking his head as you try to free yourself a bit from his grasp. But he doesn't seem in a hurry to let go, instead, he looks at you with intense focus, as if he's completely absorbed in his mission to relieve his gum pain.

You feel a slight itch, and while it's nothing serious, you definitely notice it. "You want me to bite you, huh?" you ask softly, laughing under your breath. "You know it's not really appropriate to nibble on mommy."

But your baby pays you no mind. He just stares at you with those big eyes and continues biting determinedly. At that moment, you realize you can't resist the cuteness of the situation, even though the small discomfort makes you want to escape. You free yourself a little and look at him again.

"I think you're looking for a good bite from me," you say quietly, smiling at how adorable the scene is. "I can be your pillow if you need me!"

However, just when you think everything is calm, you feel the weight of something else on the bed. Robby, who had been sleeping next to you, starts to move. At first, it's just a small adjustment, but then he stretches and positions himself beside you, an arm reaching out to you as if he wants to hug you, without opening his eyes.

"What's going on here?" Robby says in a still sleepy voice, but with a strangely amused tone upon seeing what is happening. Your eyes meet for a second, and before you can respond, his expression shifts to one of pure amusement. "Oh no. Do we have a little vampire in the house?"

You laugh softly, though you can't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Yeah... looks like he's biting me during his teething stage," you tell him while looking at your baby, who is still hanging onto you as if he has no intention of letting go.

Robby watches the scene, squinting a little as he adjusts himself. "So, we're doing this, huh?" he asks with a mischievous grin, looking at his son and then at you. "Looks like we have a competition here, because I have no doubt I could do the same."

"What?" you ask, raising an eyebrow, confused. "What are you talking about, Robby?" You can't help but laugh at the playful expression that has appeared on his face.

"Oh, yeah," he responds, rubbing his eyes as he looks at you intently. "If the baby can bite, I could have a turn too. After all, it seems like you have the perfect neck for it."

You feel a nervous smile take over you. "Robby, you can't..." you begin, but he's already stretching toward you, bringing his face closer to your neck, mimicking his son's actions with a playful grin.

"Oh, yes I can," he murmurs, and before you can react, he gives a small "bite" to your neck, imitating his son but without the same intention. The sensation of his soft lips on your skin makes you laugh, but you're also a little surprised.

"Robby!" you exclaim, pulling away from him while laughing, a little embarrassed but completely amused. "Seriously?"

"What?" he replies, still laughing. "If the baby does it, why can't I?" He says with a cheeky grin, but looks at you with playful eyes. "You have to admit, it's fun."

"I swear you've lost it," you say, still laughing while pulling away a bit more, but you can't help but feel your heart melt at the way Robby is acting, so lighthearted and full of love. It seems like there's never a moment when he's not willing to make you laugh, even in situations like this.

Just when you think you can finally rest, the baby, now visibly satisfied with his work, lets go of you and moves away a little, looking at his dad as if waiting for the next adventure. Robby, seeing the opportunity, smiles again.

"Well, I guess it's not as bad as I thought," he says as he settles to hug you. "I can take a break... but only because the little one already let me do my part."

The baby, hearing the laughter, finally settles in your arms, looking around with a sleepy gaze. It seems that after his "bite," he's finally tired, and soon his little eyes start to close slowly. Robby and you exchange a look of complicity, the atmosphere much calmer now.

"I think we can rest now," Robby whispers, hugging you tighter while gently stroking the baby's head. "Although, if he comes back with those bites, it might be time to start wearing a neck protector."

"Definitely," you reply with a laugh, also settling down to rest while Robby covers you with the blankets. "I think the bites aren't going to stop for a while."

"Yeah," he says, smiling. "But I'm glad we can enjoy these moments... even if they involve a little biting."

You hug him, feeling completely calm and happy, knowing that even though things are sometimes a bit chaotic, you'll always be surrounded by love. The three of you, together, as the little one finally falls asleep.

[itsnesss]

Hellooo! May I request fem! reader working as a cute playboy bunny waitress, but Robby finds out when he sees her so he gets angry and possessive and gives her a punishment (+18)? Thank you so much 😙🙏💕

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, nightclub work, bunny costume, dom!roby, sub!reader, explicit content, physical punishment (spanking), p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The night at the club is in full swing, with the music pounding through the walls like a heartbeat. Heels click against the floor as you weave between tables with a tray in hand, dodging the overly enthusiastic hands of customers with a fake smile plastered on your face. The uniform you’re wearing—that skimpy Playboy Bunny outfit—is uncomfortable, but you know the tips make it worth it.

"It’s just a temporary job," you tell yourself for the umpteenth time. Soon, you’ll have enough money to leave this behind and move on with your plans. Or at least, that’s what you thought until you see him.

He’s seated at one of the tables in the back, his jaw tight and his eyes dark like the storm you know is brewing. You recognize him immediately; it would be impossible not to. That mix of fury and disappointment on his face makes the air freeze in your lungs.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he spits as you approach with hesitant steps, his words cutting through the noise like a knife.

"Robby, I… I didn’t expect to see you here," you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stands, his height intimidating even in a place this crowded. His gaze sweeps over your outfit, and the frown on his face deepens.

"You didn’t expect me to come? What else? Did you expect I’d never find out you’re working in a place like this?"

The way he says it, with disdain and something that sounds like hurt, makes you feel exposed, like you’re being judged for everything you are.

"It’s not what you think," you protest, but even to you, it sounds weak.

"Oh, no? Then what is it?" he asks, crossing his arms as he looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger.

You try to explain that it’s just a job, that you needed the money, but every word seems to fuel his fury. Finally, Robby grabs your wrist—not hard, but enough to let you know he won’t take "no" for an answer.

"We’re leaving. Now." His tone is final, and for a moment, you feel small under his gaze.

"Robby, I’m working," you try to reason, though you know it won’t work.

He doesn’t reply, simply pulling you out of the club, ignoring the curious stares from others.

The walk to his car is tense, the silence between you heavier than any words. Once inside, Robby slams the door shut and turns to face you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is loaded with emotions you can’t fully decipher.

"I was thinking about paying my bills, Robby. Not everyone has the luxury of choosing their jobs," you snap back, more defensive than you intended.

"And this is the path you choose? Letting those idiots look at you like you’re a piece of meat?"

His words are like a bucket of cold water.

"You have no idea how hard it is, so don’t judge me."

He stares at you, his jaw working as he tries to contain whatever he’s feeling. Finally, he exhales and runs a hand through his hair.

"It’s not just that. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else looking at you like that." His voice is softer now, but there’s still an edge of possessiveness in his words.

You don’t know what to say. Part of you is furious at his attitude, but another part can’t help but feel something else. Something you don’t want to admit out loud.

"This isn’t happening again," he says finally, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You can’t decide that for me, Robby."

"Oh, yes, I can. Because if you won’t, I will."

When you reach his apartment, the air is still thick with tension. Robby closes the door behind you and looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"If you don’t understand what’s wrong with this, then I’ll have to make you understand," he says, stepping closer.

You take a step back, but the wall behind you cuts off your escape. Robby places a hand on either side of your head, trapping you in his gaze.

"Robby, you’re overreacting."

"Am I? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you have no idea how much I care."

His proximity leaves you breathless. You know you should argue, fight against the control he’s trying to exert, but something in his tone, in the way he looks at you, makes you hesitate.

"I want you to understand something," he continues, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine. Only mine. And I’m not going to share you with anyone, especially not with a bunch of strangers at a club."

You swallow hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you try to process what he’s saying.

"I can’t let you make decisions for me, Robby," you manage to say, though your voice sounds weaker than you’d like.

"Then I’ll have to show you why I’m doing this."

His tone is a challenge, and before you can respond, you feel his mouth on yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s a mix of frustration, need, and something deeper, something you can’t identify but that consumes you completely.

You try to resist at first, but soon you find yourself responding, your hands gripping his shirt. It’s as if all the anger and tension between you are finding an outlet in this moment, in this kiss that seems to last an eternity.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathing heavily. Robby looks at you, his eyes still full of emotions you can’t quite read.

"Don’t go back to that place," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You’re not sure if it’s an order or a plea, but something in his tone makes you nod.

Then, his hand slips under your skirt, his fingers moving over your pussy, barely touching it.

"Robby..." you whimper, knowing you should stop this but you can't, not after feeling his kiss.

"It drives me crazy to see you dressed like that. As if you were ready to be served on a silver platter" he says, pressing a little harder, just enough to make your pussy tense with anticipation.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, the words slipping out without you realizing.

He smiles, his predatory and dangerous smile.

Then, he spins you around and pushes you against the wall.

"I need to punish you," he says, taking off your bra and opening it at the back. His fingers caress your butt. "I still can't believe you did this to me, mommy".

His voice is full of anger, but also of need, and you can feel his erection pressing against you. His hand slides up the inside of your thigh, brushing against your panties, and you know he's going to take what he wants.

"I'm going to spank your ass until it hurts," he continues. But afterwards, I'm going to fuck you so hard that your legs will hurt, so decide if you want me to eat you before or after.

"Robby, no" you protest weakly, although you already know there's no turning back.

"There's no turning back" he says, as if he had read your thoughts. His voice is full of confidence, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking.

And maybe he's right, because a part of you is dying to feel his mouth on you, his tongue licking your sex, and his breath on your skin. But you can't admit it out loud, not yet.

Finally, Robby turns your head to the side, his mouth meeting yours for a brief but intense kiss. Then, his fingers slide towards your pussy, barely grazing it enough to make you moan.

"Do you want me to eat you?" he asks. Do you want me to lick your panties and leave you covered in my saliva?

You can't respond, your thoughts are disordered, but he understands the gesture of your head.

"No?" His voice is wicked. "Then I'm going to have to leave it for after the punishment".

His hand moves to your back, and a second later, a sharp crack echoes through the apartment. You moan, my legs go weak, but Robby keeps you with one hand on your stomach.

"You look so fucking sexy dressed like this, babe" he says, spanking you two more times.

You moan again, your arm flying back to stop his hand. But he doesn't stop, not yet. He spanks you a couple more times and then lifts you a bit to deliver a double smack to your buttocks. You moan, the pain spreads through your legs.

"Do you want to stop?" he asks.

You don't know if there's sincerity in his voice, but before you can respond, he slaps you two more times. Then, he pulls you into an embrace, his breath on your neck.

"Your buttocks are red. I love seeing them like this". His fingers brush your buttocks gently, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

His mouth glides over yours, his lips pressing against yours. You feel his erection pressing against your back, his breath ragged. And you know that soon he will be inside you, that soon he will be fucking you harder than you have ever felt before.

His hand slides under your skirt and swiftly removes your panties. Then, you feel his erection brushing against your sex, pressing but not penetrating yet.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers in your ear. Tell me what you want me to do to you.

You can't respond, you can't say the words that have settled in your mouth, so Robby doesn't need more.

"Mommy, you always know" he says, his voice wicked.

Then, he pushes you forward, his cock plunging into you with a thrust. You moan, your hands gripping the wall as you feel Robby slide inside you. His erection is hard and thick, and it penetrates so deeply that you can feel it pressing against your vaginal wall.

"Say something," he gasps, his hand on your waist, pulling you towards him—. Tell me you love me. Tell me that you have always been mine.

You say it. You can't help it, not when his cock throbs inside you like a heartbeat, when his fingers dangerously approach your G-spot.

"That's it," he says, his breath quickening. Now, come over to me—.

His fingers press on your G-spot and your body tenses, your entire being focusing on the sensation of him inside you. You feel something growing, that something is about to burst soon.

Robby turns you around, his gaze igniting a fire within you. Then, he grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders, going even deeper into you. His breathing quickens, his thrusts stronger, more intense.

You feel something explode inside you, a heat that overflows and carries you in its wake. Your body tenses, your breathing becomes erratic, and you hear a moan that you don't know if it's yours or Robby's.

Then, his body tenses as well, his breath working over your ear. You feel his cock swell inside you, the lower part of your stomach tightening with anticipation. Then, Robby gasps in your ear, his body collapsing onto you.

"I'm..." she begins, but her words are lost in a gasp.

You feel his semen entering you, hot and sticky. Your vagina contracts around him, trying to hold his seed. Then, everything fades to darkness as Robby caresses your back with gentle fingers.

"Are you okay?" he says after a moment.

You nod, but you can't speak yet. You can't do anything but feel his cock inside you, his seed in your vagina.

[itsnesss]

can you write a jealous robby keene smut?

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | a jealous Robby confronts his feelings for you, leading to a passionate and intense encounter that pushes boundaries and tests control

warnings | smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, jealousy and possessiveness, power dynamics and emotional manipulation, se-mi public ?

word count | 2.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You’re sitting at a café table, enjoying a well-deserved break from work at Larusso Auto. The atmosphere is relaxed, but that changes when a man enters, followed by a guy from your class. Upon seeing you, he heads straight toward you. His smile is warm and filled with familiarity. It’s not the first time he’s greeted you, and you know he probably intends to make some small talk.

“Hey!” he says enthusiastically, greeting you with a friendly glance. “I haven’t seen you around here in a while.”

You smile back, enjoying the moment. The conversation flows effortlessly, and the guy’s warmth makes you feel comfortable.

“Are you still working on that art project?” the guy asks, leaning forward, visibly interested in what you’re doing. “I’m working on some with some classmates, but it seems like we’re always getting behind. Got any new ideas?”

You’re excited to talk about it and answer with enthusiasm. You both continue talking for a few more minutes, laughing occasionally at some anecdotes, as the details of your life intertwine with his. It’s a casual conversation, something that could have happened with anyone, but you realize that Robby hasn’t moved from the scene. You feel him at your back, his brow slightly furrowed. Robby’s eyes are fixed on you, but not in the relaxed way they used to be. There’s something more.

The guy continues talking, enjoying your company. It’s not that you’re ignoring him, but your attention starts to shift between him and Robby’s figure. Finally, you glance sideways at Robby, and that’s enough to change the entire atmosphere. You can see how his eyes gleam with an intensity you can’t ignore. There’s something in his posture that tells you he’s not comfortable with the situation.

The guy, oblivious to the tension that has settled in, keeps chatting.

“We should hang out this weekend. You know, go out and relax for a bit. Want to join?”

It’s an innocent invitation, almost friendly, but when you turn toward Robby and see his clenched jaw, his rigid posture, you know that this is not something innocent for him.

You laugh softly, glancing at the guy as you consider the offer, but the noise in your head makes it hard.

“I’m not sure if I have plans,” you reply with a playful smile, but deep down, you already know what’s going to happen.

Robby can’t take it any longer and walks toward you, interrupting the conversation. His eyes don’t leave the guy for a second, and his voice, though calm, carries an edge that can’t be hidden.

“That’s enough,” he says, speaking directly to you, though his words are clearly aimed at the guy.

The guy, visibly confused by the sudden shift in energy, backs off with a somewhat forced smile.

“Well, if you change your mind...” he says before turning, throwing one last look before disappearing.

The tension is palpable. The guy is gone, but the atmosphere between you and Robby has shifted. The place feels quieter now, as if all the chatter in the café has vanished, leaving only the sound of breathing between the two of you.

“What’s going on?” you ask, not with malice, but with amusement. You know exactly what’s happening, but you enjoy seeing him so vulnerable.

Robby doesn’t respond immediately. The silence hangs between you until he finally speaks, his voice low but grave.

“I don’t like it when other guys look at you like that,” he says, his eyes fixed on you, making it clear that what he just said is only a small part of what he truly feels.

You look at him with a playful smile. You know you’re pushing him to his limit, but you can’t take your eyes off the jealous gleam in his gaze.

“Does it make you jealous?” you ask, enjoying the control you have over the situation.

Robby runs a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with his emotions. It’s obvious he’s trying to control what he’s feeling, but he can’t help but show what’s really bothering him. The tension between you two grows thicker.

Finally, Robby can’t take it anymore. He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward him with unexpected force, and his lips meet yours immediately, in a kiss full of urgency, of repressed desire. Everything that just happened comes crashing down in this moment, and you know this kiss isn’t just a response to the guy’s greeting. It’s much more than that.

The kiss intensifies, and you realize that this moment, so charged with emotion, is exactly what both of you needed.

After the impulsive kiss, Robby doesn’t stop. He grips your hand firmly, pulling you gently. The air is thick with electricity, and you can’t help but feel a little excited by the way he’s guiding you, so determined, so controlled. Robby’s never been this direct, this obvious with what he feels, and that makes you feel a mix of power and anticipation.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice low and deep, leaving no room for questions. You don’t need him to repeat it. You know something is about to happen.

When you reach an empty warehouse, Robby doesn’t say another word. The metallic door slams shut with a loud sound that echoes in your ears. The warehouse is dark, with only a little light filtering through a window high on the wall. The cold of the room touches your skin, but Robby’s closeness makes you not care. He doesn’t let go of you, and he pulls you further inside, guiding you between boxes and disorganized shelves.

He looks at you intensely, as if he’s about to devour you with his gaze. The tension between the two of you is palpable, and you can feel Robby’s internal struggle. He’s there, in front of you, clearly dominated by something he can’t control.

“Does it amuse you to see me jealous?” he asks, his voice low and filled with challenge. The question throws you off a bit, but the way he looks at you tells you he expects an answer.

You laugh softly, enjoying the way he has you completely trapped. You know this isn’t just a game for him, but you also know that, deep down, something about seeing his vulnerability excites you.

“A little,” you answer, your eyes locked on his, enjoying the way control is slipping away between you two.

You are surprised by his intensity, the roughness of his movements, but somehow it excites you. He takes you by the waist, lifting you slightly to bring you closer to him, and you feel how his body fits with yours, as if you were both made to fit together in that moment.

"I told you I didn't like seeing you with others," he murmurs between kisses, his voice laden with jealousy, with desire. You find it hard to breathe, but that sense of power he is showing makes you feel vulnerable and excited at the same time.

You can't help but smile at the way he holds you, as if it were impossible to resist the need to be with you in such a... possessive way.

"Don't keep me waiting any longer," he says, his gaze still burning, and you know that's all he needs for you to surrender completely to him.

The way his body presses against yours makes you slide a little over your clothes, and the wet trail you leave on Robby's pants is proof that both of you are eager for this opportunity.

"I want you to know that I don't like it," he says, whispering in your ear, and you can feel the heat of his lips on your skin. "I want you to know that I don't like it," he says, whispering in your ear, and you can feel the heat of his lips on your skin. "That others desire you like this doesn't please me."That others wish you well like this doesn't amuse me.

The response is automatic, as if the need to reply is stronger than the ability to resist.

"No one else looks at me like you do" you tell him, your words barely a whisper as you try to catch your breath.

Robby looks down, at his hands still on your breasts, and you can see the desire in his eyes. However, something else emerges in his expression, something you can feel but cannot see. The need, the possessiveness, the fury of having someone so close, and knowing that others also desire them.

"And what if I can't help it?" he asks. You have no idea what he's thinking, but you can feel his struggle to control himself.

"What if I wasn't enough for you?What if you weren't enough for me? And if I need you more than you are capable of giving? And if I don't let you go?"

Those words surprise you. It's as if you were seeing Robby in a way you had never seen before. The tension is strong, as if both of them were on the brink of something they had never seen before.

"You can't want that" you say, trying to show a look of surprise. Deep down, you might feel attracted to the idea that someone desires you so possessively, that they are capable of doing anything to keep your attention on them.

"No" he replies. "But if I need to, I will. I will do it over and over again, until you understand that I don't want to see you with anyone else".

The response is like a blow. You had never heard anything like it before, but something in you is drawn to the possessiveness of his words.

"I understand," you finally say to him, barely a whisper.

Robby looks into your eyes, clearly trying to figure out what you really feel, but you can see the struggle in his eyes, the need to control himself so that something within him doesn't take over.

"I'm willing to do anything," he says. "Because I'm not going to lose your attention so easily".

Robby's gaze is intense, as if he is about to do something he can't stop.

"Do it," you tell him. "Until you know that you have me all to yourself".

Robby's expression changes. His eyes shine with surprise, but quickly turn back into a look of fury, of need. Robby's strong grip keeps you in place, and you can feel his fingers on your ribs, the pressure on your nipples. The desire is palpable between the two of you, and you can feel yourself wet, ready for whatever Robby wants to do.

Robby takes off your shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving you in your underwear in just a minute. The contact of his fingers with your skin makes your skin tingle, and you can feel yourself getting wet, hungry for something more. Robby observes every curve of your body, as if he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, and you can feel his desire in his lips, in the way he holds you, in his fingers as he pulls up your panties.

"You are mine" you tell him, barely a whisper. "No one else is allowed to touch you".

"No one else can love you. Understood?" Robby's response is barely a whisper, something you can't decipher with a mind clouded by desire.

Robby squeezes you a little harder, his fingers penetrating your sex eagerly. The sensation of having his finger inside you is intense, but it's not enough to satisfy you.

"Robby" you ask him, barely a whisper. "Robby" you ask, barely a whisper. "I want more.I want more. I want to feel you inside me".

The words have a direct effect on him, and you can see how his control starts to completely fail. Robby's hand searches for the zipper of his pants while the other remains inside you, making the sensation even more intense.

"No one else," you tell him when his hand finally finds its target. Robby pulls the zipper down a bit, and you can feel that he is completely giving up any control he might have tried to maintain. "Only I touch you. Only I touch you".

Robby's eyes blaze with fury, the tension palpable in the air, but you can see something in his eyes that you haven't seen before. Something that makes you feel like you have control over him, and that in that moment, Robby will do anything to make you feel good.

The sensation of Robby's member against your legs makes a moan escape from your mouth, and you can feel the wetness in your sex, ready for him. The tension in your body is strong, and you can feel yourself so aroused that it's hard not to collapse onto the bed, so eager for him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks with a husky whisper. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"

You can feel the warmth of his breath in your ear as he speaks, and the need grows stronger within you. "Yes" you say.

The moan that Robby lets escape upon hearing your words is so strong that it makes your entire body vibrate. The movement of his member between your legs is more intense, and you can feel your sex tight, ready for him.

"I'm going to fuck you," he murmurs in your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore".

You can feel how Robby grips you a little tighter as he adjusts himself better between your legs. The head of his member seeks your wet sex, and you can feel the tension reaching a boiling point. A second later, Robby thrusts, and his member enters your sex forcefully. The scream that escapes your mouth is barely audible, but you can feel complete, fulfilled.

Robby's rhythm is rough, unrestrained. His movements are slow but intense, and you can feel him moving deeper and deeper inside you, until you feel like something is going to break. The tension becomes palpable in the air, and you can feel his fingers on you as his rhythm intensifies. Robby's breathing quickens, and you can hear his moan of pleasure as he sinks deeper and deeper into your sex.

"You make me feel so good" he finally says. "I don't want to stop. You never want to stop".

"Don't stop," you reply, barely a whisper, as you try to hold onto him. The pressure of his member inside you is strong, but you can't help feeling that something is still missing.

The rhythm increases even more, and you can hear the sound of their bodies hitting against each other. The sensation is intense, and you can feel that you are on the verge of orgasm. Robby's body tenses even more, his breath catches, and you can tell he's close.

"Do you want to fuck more?" he says, barely audible, his words barely a whisper in your ear. The question makes you scream out loud, and you can feel the orgasm approaching.

"Yes" you reply. "Don't stop. I want more".

Robby pushes harder now, and you can hear how the muscles in his body tense to the maximum. His rhythm is frantic, and you can feel him penetrating you deeper and deeper, until you know there's no turning back. An instant later, Robby plunges into his orgasm, his arms gripping you tightly, his body wavering over you, breathless with pleasure.

"You're going to kill me" Robby finally says, his breath barely audible, as if he had run all over the room. The smile on his lips is evident, and you can feel a bit of his breath on your skin, the contact of his body still inside yours. —But I'm going to fuck you every time you want.

You can hear a soft laugh in his throat, and you can feel the pride of having taken Robby to a place he had never been before. You know that in this moment, Robby would be willing to do anything for you. You are ready for anything that happens. The only thing you know is that you can't let Robby let you go. That's not going to happen.

"Let's do it again" you finally say to him.

Robby smiles, and you can feel a laugh in his throat. Robby's response is not a word. The response is an intense, strong, passionate kiss, as if he had no intention of stopping for a long time.

[itsnesss]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | on your first day back at school, robby returns after a long absence, and you feel an undeniable tension when you see him

warnings | smut, explicit content, fingering, p in v, semi-public

word count | 1.9 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

Today is the first day back to school, and Robby's first day back after so much time. You've heard rumors, and although you haven't seen him yet, you feel like his return is somehow going to change something. When you see him appear in the hallway, something in the air shifts. He walks with a tense confidence, as if he's unsure if he fits in here after everything that's happened. But he undoubtedly draws attention.

And for some reason, you can't stop staring at him.

Since Robby left, the school has been in a forced calm, but seeing him now, so close, so real, makes the air feel dense. Something inside you, something you've kept hidden, begins to stir. You have a strange feeling in your stomach, as if a piece of ice was thrown at you that slowly begins to melt.

When his eyes meet yours, everything around you stops. The buzz of the hallway, the whispers of the students, become irrelevant. All you can see is him, walking toward you, slowly getting closer. A brush of his gaze makes you feel so exposed, but at the same time, so alive.

He stops in front of you, so close you can feel the warmth of his body, as if the space between you has been reduced to nothing. He looks at you for a moment, a small smile on his lips, but there's something behind it you can't name. Then his gaze briefly lowers, scanning you up and down, in such a blatant way it almost burns.

“You look... different,” he says softly, but with a weight to his words that you can’t quite place. There’s something in his look that makes you feel exposed, as if he's reading every thought passing through your head. “Sexy,” he adds with a slight smile, and that word, said with such confidence, makes your heart race.

Your face flushes, but instead of looking away, you hold his gaze. You’re not sure if what you just heard makes you feel nervous or excited. Maybe a little bit of both. But what’s certain is that you can’t stop feeling drawn to him, to the way he looks at you, to the way his words make you feel like you’re about to break apart.

Before you can respond, Robby takes another step closer. The proximity of his body sends a spark through you, a tension so palpable that it feels like the air between you is charged with electricity. You remain silent, unsure of what to do, but he seems to know exactly what he wants.

“Let’s step outside for a moment,” he says, and although you know the school isn’t empty enough to escape everyone’s eyes, the idea of being alone with him calls to you more than it should. Without thinking too much about it, you follow his lead as he guides you down the hallway, toward a less crowded part of the building. The sound of his footsteps behind you makes it feel like you're being drawn to an unknown but exciting destination.

Finally, you reach a small room, a janitor’s closet. It’s a tight space, filled with cleaning products and cluttered shelves. The door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the outside world seems to fade away. All that’s left is him and you.

Robby steps closer, and before you can say anything, he takes you by the waist, pulling you toward him with a gentleness that contrasts with the intensity in his eyes. His gaze sparkles with a mix of desire and something deeper. “I never imagined we’d end up like this,” he whispers, his voice low and laden with intent.

The feel of his body against yours makes it hard to breathe. But you don’t want to pull away, not now. Without saying anything more, Robby kisses you. A soft kiss at first, almost as if he’s testing your reactions, but as soon as you run your hands across his chest, the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent.

Every touch of his hands, every brush of his body against yours, makes you feel more than nervous. You feel alive, completely consumed by the intensity of this moment, by the way Robby is making you feel so desired. His lips part from yours briefly, and he looks at you with that expression that makes you think this is only the beginning of what’s happening between you two.

“I want you,” he says, almost breathless. His voice sounds deep, full of the same intensity with which he looks at you. You have no words to respond. Instead, you kiss him again, harder, more desperate.

Each movement feels like an explosion of heat. Robby's hands roam your body with a determination that leaves you speechless, but you feel as if you can't stop, as if you were so captivated by his presence that all that matters is continuing to feel that electrifying connection between you both.

His fingers slide under the top of your blouse, finding the clasp of your bra.

He unbuttons it with surprising speed, and his fingers glide over your breasts with a tenderness that makes you want to scream. Everything around you begins to blur, and the only reality is him, the way you feel him so close to you. Robby's fingers caress every part of your breasts, gentle at first but increasingly urgent. Each caress makes you gasp, and your hands seek out his torso, yearning to feel his skin under your fingers.

But Robby won't let you go. His gaze meets yours, and he sees something that makes you understand he has plans for you. His fingers trace your ribs until they reach your back, where the curve of your hips draws him closer to you. He slips his hand under your short skirt, and you can't help but feel a slight surprise when you feel his fingers on your smooth skin. "I want to see you naked," he whispers, his warm breath against your lips.

That shouldn't make you feel nervous, but it's the first time you're doing it in that place, where someone could walk in. However, you know you can't stop him. You can't stop Robby. You don't want to stop him.

Without saying a word, you pull down your skirt and take off your blouse. The bra falls to your side. Robby's gaze fixes on your bare breasts, and you can see the need in his eyes. It is not a lewd or vulgar gaze. It's a gaze full of desire. Of adoration. It's as if in that moment, only you existed.

"I can see you have some nice panties," he says, slipping his hand under your panties and caressing your thighs. "But I would prefer to take them off you".

Her voice sounds so soft that it makes you want to let her do whatever she wants. The connection between the two of you is so strong at this moment that everything seems possible. "Hmmm..." he says, kissing your neck and tracing it with his tongue. "I think we should start here".

Before you have time to respond, Robby takes your panties and pulls them down to your ankles, completely removing them. You are naked in front of him.

His fingers feel soft on your skin, but his touch is urgent. All the tension that was in the air becomes palpable in his caresses, in the way his gaze travels over your body. You feel exposed, but not in a dangerous way. You feel as if you were made for him, as if your body had been specially designed for him.

"You have a beautiful body," he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your skin with an erotic softness that makes you feel like you're going to crumble in his arms. "I want to explore it all."

The need in his voice is like a heartbeat in the air. A heartbeat that makes you feel so alive that you want to do anything possible just to keep feeling. But there's only one thing you can do: follow it.

Robby's hand finds your sex. His fingers graze your vagina with a softness and slowness that makes you feel the need for something more. Something that only he can give you. But Robby doesn't stop there. No. His fingers search for your clitoris, finding it with such surprising skill that it makes you want it to never stop. Everything becomes a whirlwind of feelings, emotions, and sensations. Each touch of his fingers is like receiving a jolt. An orgasm forming in your gut, waiting to explode.

But you can't, not yet. Not yet.

"I want to see you do it," says Robby, his voice so deep that it makes you feel excited in a way you never have before. "I want to see you arching in my arms".

Before responding, you feel Robby caressing you with one hand. His fingers touch you gently but with a need that feels so real. And his eyes, his eyes look at you as if you were the only one who existed, as if you were the only person that mattered in the world.

"Please," you say in whispers, trying to explain yourself. You can't, you can't explain yourself better, because every part of you feels so swept away by this moment. You can't speak, you can't think. The only thing you can do is feel. Feel their body against yours. Feeling their caresses so soft that they make you want more.

"What?" says Robby in a playful tone, inserting one of his fingers into your sex with an almost painful gentleness. You knot up inside, but you can't stop him. You don't want to stop it. "What do you want?" he asks, but you know he knows.

And you have no words to answer him. The only thing you can do is whisper his name, let his caresses make you arch in his arms.

"Come here," Robby says softly, pulling you towards him. His fingers caress your sex, finding your clitoris in a way that makes you want to scream. His hand moves quickly and softly at the same time, and you know this won't last long.

With a stifled scream, you melt in his arms, the sensation of this orgasm so intense that it makes you tremble. Your body arches in his arms, your legs feel weak, but Robby holds you. He holds you with a security that makes you feel protected, safe in his arms.

The room fades away, the room becomes irrelevant. There is no school, there are no problems, there is no future. The only thing that exists is him. It's your body against his. It's the need you feel every time you see him. And in this moment, the need becomes real. It becomes something you can touch. Something you can feel.

Something that is so strong that you can't do anything but succumb. Succumb to the intensity of the situation.

Succumb to him. Before Robby.

"I want more," says Robby in your ear. His words are like a breath of warm wind, so soft yet so strong at the same time. "I want to feel you inside me".

And you know you want the same thing. You want to feel his body against yours in the deepest way possible. You want to feel him inside you. You want him to feel you.

You see him take out a silver envelope before lowering his pants and boxers, the erection makes you feel a throb in your pussy. The need becomes so real that you feel suffocated, as if you can't breathe.

Robby looks at you, his eyes scanning your body with such gentleness that it sends a shiver down your spine. He puts on the condom and takes you by the waist. You see him coming towards you, his lips kissing you with a need so real that it makes you want to feel his erection inside you.

Without words, Robby lifts you up. His fingers trace your pussy, preparing you for him. And when you feel ready, you see him push. You feel it inside you.

The first touch is like an explosion, a clash of sensations so intense that it makes you want to gasp. But Robby is patient. His movements are slow, inserting and withdrawing with an exquisite softness that makes you feel as if the whole world is spinning around you.

The room is silent. You can't hear anything. There are no whispers, there are no footsteps. The school has disappeared, and only the two of them remain.

"I love feeling you like this," says Robby, his fingers tracing your breasts as he moves inside you. "I love how you feel, how you bite your lip as if you can't speak".

"I do it because I can't talk" you whisper between gasps. "I do it because... because this is...".

"Intense" says Robby, kissing you in such a deep way that it makes you forget there isn't a camera in this place. —Intense—says Robby, kissing you in such a deep way that it makes you forget there's no camera in this place. "This is incredible. I am in love with this. Of you".

Robby's words make you feel a heartbeat in your chest. His fingers cradle your hips, moving at a rhythm that makes you want to explode, to feel his semen inside you, to feel like you are one with him.

The room begins to blur, Robby's eyes meet yours. His pupils dilate, his lips part from yours. You feel that he is about to come. You feel it.

"Do it," you whisper in his ear. "Do it, please".

"Mmm, yes" says Robby with a moan, pushing one last time inside you before he comes.

They try to catch their breath, and for a moment, the silence of the room is the only thing that can be heard. Their eyes meet yours, and you feel something you don't know what it is. Maybe a connection. Maybe an invisible bond that ties you to him.

"The return to school hasn't been so bad," says Robby, smiling. You also smile, the tension between the two of you easing.

"You should go if you don't want to miss the next class" you say while both of you adjust your clothes. Robby looks at you for a second, as if he doesn't know what to do.

"I'll do it," he says before kissing your lips one last time and leaving the room. You follow him several seconds later.

[itsnesss]

Hello! I heard requests are open? Could you please do a Robby x sister! Reader where reader is at prom with her bf Eli (after the shaving) and she sees Robby and she catches Robby alone and tries to talk to him about why he shaved her bf’s hair off and she tries to reason with him (i’m headcanoning her as a sweet girl. Like Moon, but nicer) and in the end, she gives up on that convo and they hang out a little, maybe even have a small dance (cause no matter what happens, they’re still twins and they can never hate each other, even when they’re on opposite sides of war). I know it’s a long one but could you please try to do it? Thank you so much!!

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | robby keene × sister!reader

summary | the request

warnings | sister!reader, family conflict, emotional tension, siblings at odds, angst

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You’re at prom, the dress you picked out shining under the lights, and your boyfriend Eli is by your side, more than happy after his transformation with his hair. Everyone at school is talking about his new look, and although you're a bit concerned about what others think, what truly matters to you is how he makes you feel. By your side, Eli can't stop smiling, completely unaware of what's going on in your mind. On the other hand, you're thinking about something else: Robby.

You never thought you'd get to this point, where seeing your twin brother could feel so uncomfortable. After all, deep down, you always knew that even though you were on opposite sides, you’d never stop loving him. But you can’t help but feel like something broke. The conversation you had before, after Eli’s fight with Robby, the hair shaving incident… it’s all making you uneasy.

You spot Robby across the dance floor, his gaze fixed on the ground as he watches others dance. Something in his posture makes you think he’s not really enjoying the moment, and though you try not to, you find yourself walking toward him.

"I’m going to grab a drink," you say, without looking at him, your tone friendly. Eli doesn’t respond; he’s too distracted, probably talking to other classmates.

You approach Robby, who only glances at you for a second before looking away, as if he doesn’t want you to see him. You softly call his name, and when his eyes meet yours, a lump forms in your chest.

"Robby," you whisper. "Can we talk for a moment?"

He takes a step back, as though trying to avoid the conversation. "We don’t have anything to talk about."

But you don’t let him walk away, not this time. "Yes, Robby, we do. Why did you do that? Why did you shave Eli’s hair?" The sadness in your voice is palpable, but you don’t let it turn into anger, just a little spark of disappointment.

Robby runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "He deserved it. I don’t care what you think about it."

Your heart sinks a little more. "No, Robby. He didn’t deserve it. You can’t just go around ruining people’s lives because you don’t agree with something. Do you remember how we were, how we used to be?" you ask, your voice trembling a bit.

He doesn’t respond immediately, but the way his eyes soften for a second gives you a glimmer of hope. "I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would affect you that much."

You stare at him, looking for some sign of the person you used to know, the person you grew up with. "It’s just that I don’t understand why you did it, Robby. All of this… Eli never did anything to you."

"It’s complicated," he says, and for a moment it seems like he’s going to say more, but he stops himself. Then, his gaze drifts to the dance floor, as if he’s trying to escape the conversation. "Let’s just leave it."

"No, I don’t want to leave it," you say firmly. You step closer to him, your voice steady. "What I want is for us to at least talk. You and I… we’re more than this. I don’t want our relationship to be reduced to this. I’m not going to hate you, Robby, even if we’re on different sides. I don’t want us to lose each other over this."

Robby remains silent, staring into your eyes as if searching for something in them, something that will make him understand why, suddenly, everything that used to be so easy now feels so complicated.

Finally, he steps back. "You know what? Forget it, okay? I don’t want to ruin your night."

"I just want things to be okay between us, brother," you say, almost with a sigh of frustration. "I’ll never stop being your sister, Robby. That doesn’t change."

He looks at you silently, his face caught between anger and sadness. For a moment, it seems like something inside him gives way, but instead of answering, he just turns and walks away. In his face, a shadow of inner conflict that you haven’t seen before.

And as you watch him leave, you realize something: no matter what’s happened between you two, no matter what’s separated you, words don’t fix everything. Sometimes, all it takes is being there, even amidst the chaos.

You wander through the dance floor, thinking that the night could’ve turned out differently. But when you glance toward the edge of the room, you see him again. Robby is standing there, alone, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cup of drink.

Without thinking twice, you approach him again. This time, it’s not to talk, but to just be there, like you always used to when you were younger.

"Robby," you say softly, no reproach, no judgment. "I want to dance."

He looks at you and lets out a small smile, one that you know means that, even though things aren’t perfect right now, there’s still something between you two that will never disappear. Without saying much more, Robby stands up and takes your hand. The noise from the dance floor fades as he leads you to a quieter corner, away from the curious glances of others.

You dance without speaking, without needing words. The soft rhythm of the music allows you to connect without saying anything. It’s strange, but in a way, it’s perfect. The way Robby looks at you, that look that tells you everything that’s happened hasn’t completely changed him. And you know that, even though things are complicated right now, you’ll always have a bond that goes beyond the fights, beyond everything that separates you.

At the end, the music slows and you both pull apart, but not before Robby looks at you once more, with a softness you haven’t seen in a long time.

"I love you, sis," he whispers, almost like he’s confessing a secret.

"I love you too," you respond, with a sad, but sincere smile. "Nothing will ever change that."

And although you don’t know if things will be fixed between you, at least tonight, the fact that you two were able to dance together is a small comfort. Because even when everything is against you, the bond of family, the bond between twins, never fades.

[itsnesss]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | you're anxiously preparing for valentine's day with robby, each of you giving the other the perfect gift

warnings | fluff, romance, corny stuff

word count | 1.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You've been staring at your reflection in the mirror of your room for longer than you'd like to admit. The dress you've chosen for this occasion is simple yet elegant. A soft pink tone that enhances your eyes and makes your skin look even more radiant. The shoes are comfortable, but that doesn't matter much. What truly has you on edge isn't the outfit. It's not how you look, or how the day has unfolded so far. No, what really has you anxious is the small package wrapped in shiny paper on your bed.

It's a gift you've been preparing for weeks, carefully chosen and wrapped. Something that, although simple, represents everything your relationship with Robby means. A gift made for him, to show him how you feel. Something that symbolizes the little moments you've shared together, the moments when he's made you feel special without saying a word.

You take a deep breath and glance at the clock. It's late. Robby told you he'd come for you in the afternoon, after school, and while you know he could arrive at any moment, time seems to move slower than ever. You wonder if he's as nervous as you. If he's as concerned about this day as you are. But, despite everything, you know that what matters most isn't the gift, or the day itself, but what Robby represents to you.

You remember all the moments that brought you to this point, to this exact moment, where words fall short of describing what you feel. Robby is different. He's different from all those guys who try to impress with expensive gifts or cheesy lines. He's never been one for big displays of affection, but he's done things for you that speak far louder than any speech or extravagant gesture.

You look at yourself in the mirror one last time, trying to adjust your dress, as if you could perfect something that's already perfect. Then, without realizing it, the sound of the doorbell interrupts your thoughts. It's him. Robby.

You take one last look in the mirror and run to the door, opening it quickly. There he is, right in front of you, with that leather jacket you’ve always liked and that smile that never seems to leave his face. Robby looks at you for a moment, his eyes shining with that unique glow he gets when he's comfortable. But, for some reason, today is different. There's something in his gaze that makes you blush.

"Hey," he says softly, but immediately you notice something different in his voice. Something gentler. "Are you ready for this?"

You look at him, noticing the slight tension in his shoulders. He seems nervous, just like you. And it surprises you a little. Robby never shows that kind of vulnerability. He always seems to have everything under control, but right now, he seems so real, so... human.

"And you?" you ask, joking a bit to break the ice. "Got everything ready?"

He smiles but doesn't say anything. Instead, he steps closer to you, and in that moment, you feel like everything you've been waiting for, everything you've imagined for this day, is becoming real. It's as if the whole world has disappeared, and it's just the two of you.

You realize that, in reality, you don't need anything else. No grand gift, no perfect day. Just him.

"I have something for you," you say suddenly, with a nervous smile. "A gift."

Robby raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "A gift?" he repeats, amused. "I thought you didn’t believe much in these things."

You shrug, somewhat embarrassed but also determined. "Well, I tried to make it special."

You hand him the carefully wrapped package, and when he takes it, you can't help but watch how his fingers gently caress the paper with a tenderness you hadn't expected. It's a small box that contains something simple, but it means a lot to you. He looks at it, intrigued, and carefully tears the wrapping, almost as if trying to preserve each piece of paper.

Inside the box, he finds a photo. A photo of you and him, taken on any given day. A day when you were walking through the park, laughing about something silly. It's not the best photo, it has no filters or perfect poses, but it captures something real, something that perfectly represents what you feel for him.

"It’s... perfect," he says with a softness in his voice that surprises you. "It’s... us."

You blush, not knowing what to say. "It’s just a photo," you murmur, embarrassed. "But I thought it might remind us... of all those little moments."

"It’s so much more than a photo," Robby responds, his gaze so gentle it almost melts you. "It’s a reminder of what we've lived, of what we have. It's all I need.

Suddenly, all the fear you had about the gift not being enough fades away. Robby doesn't need anything grand, or luxurious. He just wants to be with you, in the simple moments, and that’s what makes this day, this Valentine’s, perfect.

Robby stays silent for a moment, looking at the photo with a smile, and you take the opportunity to take a breath. Sometimes, love doesn't need words. Sometimes, all you need is a small photo, a memory, a gesture that says everything you can't express.

"I have something for you too," Robby says, breaking the silence and pulling something from his pocket. It's small, a wooden keychain, carved with the figure of two people embracing. He looks at you with a mix of nervousness and tenderness. "It’s... something small. But I thought..."

You take it in your hands, gently touching the figure. "It’s perfect," you say, smiling in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. "It’s everything I needed."

Robby smiles shyly, but his expression changes as you move a little closer to him. The air between you two becomes even more charged than before. The silence isn’t uncomfortable; on the contrary, it’s warm, full of promises you both share without needing words.

You move closer and, without thinking, take his face in your hands. The softness of his skin under your fingers makes your breath quicken. He looks at you, and for a moment, everything seems to stop. Without overthinking it, you lean in and kiss him. A soft kiss, tender, full of everything both of you feel but never expressed in words.

The kiss is brief, but meaningful. When you pull away, Robby looks at you with a smile full of gratitude, and in his eyes, you see something you hadn’t seen before: a vulnerability he only shares with you.

"Happy Valentine’s," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "It really is."

"Happy Valentine’s, Robby," you respond, feeling a wave of happiness fill you.

[itsnesss]

Hey! I’m really enjoying the fanfics. I was wondering if you would be open to writing a Robby fanfic. In this story, the reader takes Tory's place, but instead of what happened in part 2 during their talk at the hotel, they work things out and end up cuddling in her room. I’m looking for something wholesome overall, but feel free to add some spicy elements if you’d like. Only if you have the time, of course. Thank you!❤️👍

𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | fluff, romance, emotional conflict, mild angst, reconciliation, mentions of emotional distress

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The hotel room is dimly lit, barely illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You should have fallen asleep hours ago, but insomnia keeps you trapped. Every time you close your eyes, images of what's going on between you and Robby take over your mind.

Ever since you decided to join Cobra Kai to compete in the Sekai Taikai, things between you have grown tense, almost unbearable. You did it because you believed it was best for you, for your growth as a karateka. But you can't shake the feeling that it was also a betrayal to him, even if he never said it directly.

A soft knock at your door breaks the silence. You sit up quickly, your heart pounding. Who could it be at this hour? Barefoot, you walk to the door, your steps light on the carpet. Slowly, you open it, and there he is.

"Hey," Robby says, that calm voice of his always managing to soothe you. "I thought this was a good time to talk."

You remain still for a moment, struggling against the whirlwind of emotions his presence stirs. Finally, you step into the hallway, closing the door behind you.

"I don’t know if it is," you whisper. "I’m only making things worse for you."

"No, it’s okay," he says firmly, though you can see the tension in his eyes.

"No, it’s not, Robby," you reply, avoiding his gaze. The weight of your words sinks in before you even speak them. "That’s why I... I think we should focus on karate now."

His expression hardens, his face shifting.

"What does that mean?" he asks, though it seems like he already knows the answer.

"For us, for our teams... you know," you say, trying to stay strong even as your voice trembles. "I need to own my decision to be here."

The silence that follows is deafening. You can feel how Robby wrestles with your words, trying to process them. Finally, he shakes his head.

"I’m not accepting that," he says, his voice low but filled with emotion. "I don’t think focusing on karate means pushing each other away."

"Robby..."

"No, let me finish. You made your choice, and I respect it. I don’t like it, but I respect it. What I won’t respect is you using that as an excuse to push me out of your life."

You’re speechless, unable to meet his eyes. You want to explain yourself, but all that escapes your lips is a shaky sigh.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you finally admit. "That’s all I feel like I’m doing."

"And do you think putting distance between us will make it hurt less?" he asks, stepping closer. His eyes lock onto yours, and you feel exposed, as if he can read every thought you’ve had in recent days. "This isn’t just hard for you. It’s hard for me too, but I’d rather go through it with you than without you."

Tears gather in your eyes, and you blink rapidly, trying to hold them back. Robby keeps his gaze steady, waiting, giving you the space you need to process what he’s just said.

"I don’t know if I can handle this," you say, your voice barely audible.

"You don’t have to do it alone," he replies with a softness that nearly breaks you.

Before you can stop yourself, you take a step toward him. Robby wraps you in his arms, and for a moment, the weight you've been carrying lifts. His warmth, his closeness — everything about him feels familiar and comforting.

"I’m so sorry," you murmur against his chest. "I never wanted this to get so complicated."

"I know," he says, gently running his fingers through your hair, the tenderness finally making your tears fall.

You stay that way for a few minutes, the empty, silent hallway surrounding you. Finally, you pull back just enough to meet his eyes.

"Can we talk more inside?" he asks, motioning toward your room.

You nod, opening the door and letting him follow you inside. Closing it behind him, you lean against it, feeling more emotionally drained than ever. Robby sits on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a mixture of determination and vulnerability.

"I don’t want to lose you over this," he says, breaking the silence. "What we have is more important than any tournament, any dojo."

You step toward him, then another, until you’re standing in front of him. You sit beside him, feeling his hand reach for yours.

"I don’t want to lose you either," you admit, your fingers intertwining with his. "But I need you to understand that this... being in Cobra Kai is something I feel I have to do."

"I understand," he says, though you can see it still hurts. "Just promise me you won’t let this tear us apart."

You nod slowly, squeezing his hand.

"I promise."

The tension in the air begins to dissipate as he leans in toward you. His lips brush yours softly, making everything else fade away. It’s a kiss filled with promises, understanding, and something stronger than the circumstances surrounding you.

When you finally pull apart, you rest against his chest, feeling calmer than you have in days. Robby wraps his arms around you, holding you as if he never wants to let go.

You don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but in this moment, you’re certain that together, you can face anything.