sigh does anyone even want hucklerobby piss fics.......
Ugh I fear it's not nearly as popular as it should be in this fandom </3 I will however lovingly point you in the direction of @deaddovewhitaker aaand dis post <3!
But, dear nonnie, for your time,,, I shall write some pee headcanons for u .... :3
18+, tw piss eww!! humiliation (i love humiliation <3), forced wetting, controlled restroom usage, dubcon
☆ We already know about Robby keeping Dennis from using the restroom at work. I still think abt that though,,, Robby learning Dennis' tells, neglecting his work in favor of keeping an eye on him, watching and scrutinizing for the second Dennis starts to squirm. Sometimes Robby feels like he sees it before Dennis even knows he has to go, tracking the little wriggles and the bounce of Dennis' knee. When the ED is busy, and Robby knows there isn't enough time to indulge, or that it'd be bad to have Dennis breaking off in the middle of something, he'll walk over causally, lean down to speak right into Dennis' ear. "Now's a good moment to run to the restroom, yeah? Use your time wisely, Whitaker." Dennis glances up, flushed, a little confused, but bleats a "um, yeah, okay" and scurries off to the restroom.
☆ Robby has this fascination with the idea of trapping Dennis somewhere. He daydreams about holding Dennis down on a gurney, or strapping him up in the stirrups, wrists in the soft restraints, and watching Dennis writhe and cry. "Why're you doing this? Please, Dr. Robby, let me go!!" He gets soo hard imagining Dennis in those light blue scrubs from the vending machines, maybe ones that are a size too small, and watching the wetness bloom, dark blue hued-green from the piss. Jerks off thinking about it, how hard Dennis would cry, but how he'd relax, just a little, from the relief after holding it for so long. Thinks about yanking Dennis' soiled clothes off, seeing the mess spilled all over his skin, and licking at the salty-tangy-wet, clean his boy up.
☆ Maybe at some point when they're a little established (or, :3, maybe not) Robby gets controlling over when Dennis is allowed to pee. Dennis tries to scurry off to the bathroom during a shift, and he didn't even look to Robby before he went. Robby gets huffy, follows Dennis in, and traps them in a stall. Dennis is trying to get away, frustrated, I've gotta go, Robby, leave me alone, and Robby's just snagging Dennis' wrists with one hand, easily restraining him. Dennis is hot to the touch, flushing down his neck, panting, Please, let me go? I really gotta pee, Robby, 'm sorry I didn't ask, you were busy, please let me go. Robby weasels his hand down Dennis' pants, brushes along his cock, before retracting, just a little, and pressing his hand hard against Dennis' bladder. Dennis thrashes, whines loudly, corrected with a mean nip to his jaw. No, no, no, please Robby, don't- don't make me-, and he goes completely quiet, trembling as he spills hotly n his underwear, dripping down his legs, sniffling and huffing these little half-sobs. "That's why you ask," Robby murmurs, and presses a kiss to the side of Dennis' head. "You stay here. I'll get you more scrubs, hm?"
Hope this was satisfactory, nonnie! And I hope you find more piss fics out there <33
Like, everyone ends up “holding it” at the Pitt. Someone yelling “sorry, I gotta go!!” and scampering off is as common as it gets. Robby does it. Abbot does it. Dennis does it. It’s just how it goes, in between Triage, diagnostics, an emergency surgeries, people lose time to run to the bathroom.
And Dennis is like, spectacularly bad at holding out for too long. He really tries, but the second he realizes he has to pee it’s like, t-minus 5 minutes before he has to be in a bathroom stall. He gets squirmy, sweaty, with a bounce in his knee and arch to his spine that practically yells “this dude has got to use the restroom asap”
And Robby notices. Cause 1) he notices everything about Dennis, 2) he’s a total fucking perv. The moment he sees that tight grimace on Dennis’ face, he has about twelve things conjured that he sorry, really needs you to get done right now, Whitaker. It’ll be quick, I promise!
And then Robby gets the horrible, awful, truly disgusting joy of watching Dennis run around the Pitt, thighs tensing when he’s standing still, knee bouncing when he’s sitting, a writhe in his spine and shoulders when it ticks past four minutes. Cause Robby’s been keeping an eye his watch each time—Dennis never makes it past 7 minutes before he excuses himself, blushing blotchily up his neck, embarrassed, squeaking that he’s going to go to the bathroom.
And Robby’s evil. He’s aware he is. He subtly follows Dennis in, listens to the relieved exhale and speed of the piss. He hides in the stall next door, one hand over his mouth and the other down his scrub pants, cock hardening so fast it gives him a headache when Dennis finishes, wipes, and mutters “Jesus.”
Always such an emergency with Dennis. Robby fantasizes about trapping Dennis somewhere and seeing how long he manages when a bathroom isn’t immediately accessible. Thinks about some other liquid ruining the poor kids scrubs. <3
my rabbot piss fic is out! please go read if you like bladder control/omo!
Jack could see Robby cycle through the possible excuses he could offer. The Rolodex of defenses coming up empty was almost a comical sight. The man, the myth, the legend, Michael Robinavitch was unable to think of a convincing lie.
He tried anyway. "I-um-I drank coffee?" It was supposed to be a declaration, but Robby's pitch tilted up at the end.
Jack crooked his head to the side. "After two pm? I thought we weren't doing that anymore." Robby had no answer. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times. Jack marched on. "I know you don't drink water on shift. If you went at three, you should be able to make it through dinner without too much fuss. Unless…" Unless you were lying. Unless you drank coffee recently and ruined your sleep schedule. Unless you went all shift without peeing. Unless you disobeyed my direct fucking orders.
Robby shook his head at all the implications. "No…" His bladder pulsed, but nevertheless, Robby insisted, "I can wait."
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Or, a fic in which Jack makes Robby hold it after Robby doesn't stick to a simple agreement.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You know when you start reading a smut fic because the tags inspired a horrified curiosity in you but halfway through you have the sudden realization it’s actually doing it for you and you’re discovering a new thing about yourself? Well, The Pitt fandom and smutty Hicklerobby/Hucklerabbot opened the doors of fauxcest and Dad kink (not daddy; dad) to me and I can’t get it out of my head.
Thoughts? Yay or nay for you? Feel free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfortable
WHO LEAKED THE CHATTTTT dad is just leveling up from daddy tbh
I just think Dennis whining and whimpering and chanting “Dad, dad, please-” while underneath Jack is one of the hottest things that could happen. He’s still begging for his daddy, because Robby is daddy. Robby’s telling his sweet boy to be still, let his dad use him, and when Dennis whimpers out a “Fuck” They’re both snapping “Language, little boy”
hi hello I am a fan! i simply love your writing, it's just. every time, it's so well-executed.
I would looooove a follow-up to your very hot huckleabbot fauxcest prompt fill, if you felt like writing more! cannot stop thinking about it tbh.
thank you! that means a lot because i love your fics (particularly consequences, omg one of my favs). this is not really smut, more weird kink universe building. something like them testing out the dynamic. i’m v open to writing more smut for this tho…
this is a continuation of this prompt!
it sort of spiraled after that. there were a lot of things you could accuse jack and dennis of being, quitters wasn’t on the list.
they were at a restaurant. it was a quiet mid-week lunch.
they’d pre-negotiated that dennis was to call jack dad in public. when he walked in, jack was already sitting at the table. jack asked, loud enough for the host to hear, “how’s my little boy?” the hug they shared was affectionate and miles more chaste than usual. dennis still blushed. he couldn’t even answer.
the server dropped by to get their drinks. dennis had a devious thought. when it was his turn, he tilted his head and questioned, “can i get a soda…dad?” the word stuck a little but he forced it out.
jack had to suppress his smirk. “of course, denny.” the server walked away, only a little perplexed by an adult man asking his father for permission to get a soft drink. leaning in closer, jack said, “well played.”
dennis had to grin at that. he wasn’t about to let jack have all the fun. he whispered a sweet, “thank you,” to the server when she dropped of his dr. pepper.
“get anything you want,” jack offered while opening his own menu. “appetizer, dessert, cocktails, whatever. it’s on the B.O.D..”
“B.O.D.?”
jack took a sip of his water. after doing that stupid showy swallow of his, he made that annoying ahh noise and simply replied, “bank of dad, sweetheart. you know that.”
there was a charged stare between them. dennis shifted in his seat, having to take a deep breath and a long sip of jack’s cool water.
they finished their meal, obviously jack paid. dennis brushed their hands together on the way out before he remembered holding hands would be weird.
it was just a lunch date. dennis had street team and jack had therapy after. (they both wondered if he was going to be honest about this exploit.) they stood face-to-face outside the restaurant.
“glad you could fit your old man in.” jack tone was layered with this sultry, flirty irony that dennis wasn’t sure anyone else could pull off.
a low-grade level of arousal for however long they’d been doing this roleplay made dennis almost brave. “i love fitting my old man in…” he sounded bashful, his cheeks were red, his eyes were darting to the people walking around them, but he said it nonetheless.
“yeah?” jack stepped closer, closer than family should stand. “how about you give your dad a goodbye kiss?”
dennis couldn’t help but look in the restaurant window. the host and the server were chatting up front. they could look over and see this. a son and a father kissing.
“i-um-i don’t know.” dennis felt his chest get all fluttery and his hands started to shake. “in public?”
“just a little one,” jack coaxed. it wasn’t like dennis actually had a choice either. jack wanted a kiss, he was getting a kiss.
“o-ok, dad.”
jack took dennis’s face in between his two hands. it was a firm grip. they shared an exaggerated, approximately innocent, peck. jack made a muah sound as he pulled away. dennis felt like his body was vibrating. everyone was going to think they were fucking freaks.
jack slid a hand from dennis’s cheek to his shoulder. he patted it and squeezed. “attaboy, son.”
yall want an unedited excerpt of my rabbot piss WIP where jack makes robby piss himself?
jack yanked robby a bit closer. the eye contact was intense. "where ya goin'?"
"bathroom." it was a complete sentence as far as robby was concerned.
"why? you just went four hours ago," jack feigned an innocent curiosity.
jack could see robby cycle through the possible excuses he could offer. the rolodex of defenses coming up empty was almost a comical sight. the man, the myth, the legend, michael robinavitch was unable to think of a convincing lie.
he tried anyway. "i-um-i drank coffee?" it was supposed to be a declaration, but robby's pitch tilted up at the end.
jack crooked his head to the side. "after two pm? i thought we weren't doing that anymore." robby had no answer. he opened and closed his mouth a couple times. jack marched on. "i know you don't drink water on shift. if you went at three, you should be able to make it through dinner without too much fuss. unless…" unless you were lying. unless you drank coffee recently and ruined your sleep schedule. unless you went all shift without peeing. unless you disobeyed my direct fucking orders.
robby shook his head at all the implications. "no…" his bladder pulsed but nevertheless, robby insisted, "i can wait."
The fauxcest huckleabbot that sacrificedagoat posted earlier got me thinkinnn...
Dennis has a bad relationship with his father because of religious abuse or smth, therefore dennis has daddy issues, but not the typical daddy issues.
Like he has *dad* issues and goes feral when jack calls him "son" in that American middle-aged man way in regular conversation. Jack notices and brings it up that night.
Creative liberties and additional freakiness are appreciated and loved xoxo
🐝 anon? Either that or 😝
@sacrificedagoat everyone’s talking about your fauxcest we love it.
also yayyyyy you can be the bee! dad jack is just soooo yummy. warning for fauxcest and use of son and kiddo. everyone send me more fauxcest and piss prompts rn.
jack said, “way to go, kiddo,” after dennis caught a posterior STEMI and dennis audibly fucking gulped.
of course, jack noticed. he always paid extra attention to dennis. there was a look in his eyes that told dennis they would be revisiting it later at home.
when they had successfully gotten through dinner and all the way to dennis sucking jack off on the couch, he thought he was home free. he thought that somehow, some way, the man who had a brain like an elephant had forgotten that whole psychosexual nightmare.
and then dennis was swallowing around him and jack panted out, “oh fuck, son. doing so good for me.”
dennis choked and sputtered, having to pull back completely. he stammered out a croaky, “what did you say?”
jack innocently replied, “you usually like praise.”
squirming and blinking up at him, dennis reluctantly clarified, “no…the-the name. what was that?”
“oh.” jack smirked. he couldn’t help himself really. “it was nothing. keep going.”
“but-“ jack grabbed dennis’s hair and guided him back around to his dick, interrupting whatever dennis was planning on saying.
he moaned quietly at the feeling of dennis’s mouth around him. they quickly found a rhythm that allowed dennis to mostly forget whatever had happened previously.
but jack’s blabber mouth was impossible to contain. he had an idea, he had a desire, and he wanted dennis to hear it.
“you’re making dad feel so fucking nice, kiddo,” jack kept his hand in the back of dennis’s head keeping him down. dennis’s big panicky eyes locked onto jack’s calm, calculating ones. “attaboy, just stay there and fucking take it.” he grinded deeper into the wet heat as dennis whimpered gagged. jack groaned, “best son i could’ve asked for.” he punctuated each word with a shallow thrust before cumming into dennis’s mouth.
dennis had tears running down his cheeks. he could barely breathe. he wished he could say he didn’t want this, that he wasn’t leaking into his boxers about it. that he didn’t mourn the way jack softened in his mouth, as that meant he couldn’t fuck him tonight. he shoved a hand into his underwear and started jerking off, not even needing any lube or spit.
jack let his boy come up for air finally. dennis coughed and gasped in pleasure and deprivation. he said a desperate, shameful little, “oh god.”
jack put his hand on dennis’s cheek, urging him to look back up at him. he gruffly ordered, “cum for your dad.”
dennis didn’t even make any noise while he did it, just an open mouthed, silent scream. he leaned his forehead on jack’s knee at the end of it. “holy shit,” he whispered from the intensity and the sheer embarrassment of it all.
After Dennis and Robby begin dating, Trinity just assumes that Robby knows about Dennis' age regression. When Robby one day expresses confusion about Dennis' foul mood, she says, "Well, babies get cranky when they don't sleep well; How'd he sleep last night? Full eight hours? Bottle of milk and a story before bed?"
Robby stares at her like she's a madwoman. She manages to play it off as a joke (one Robby doesn't seem to find very funny), and she quickly skitters off to whisper-shout at Dennis about the perils of keeping secrets.
Imagine Dennis and his people pleaser tendencies coming in full force in the ED today so he's running himself ragged, ignoring his breaks (not even taking five to go to the bathroom). Robby reminded him to take it easy but the kid raised his hackles up and the cases are coming in at a diabolical rate today so he put his raised brows backed down and filed the brattings away for tonight.
They came home to Jack (it's his day off) and the twunk pounced before Robby can react, already eager to please his tired lovers. Robby's finally had enough and began enacting his punishment.
He made Dennis ride Jack while he hug the boy from behind, jerking him off, playing with his balls. “Daddy’s sorry that he forgot to take you out on a walk today, puppy. It’s been so hectic today, so let daddy make it up to you”, Robby cooed innocently, and squeezed.
Robby knew the boy would piss himself a bit (because he forgot to take care of his needs, again) from the intense sensations while enduring the assaults from both sides. He ignored the boy’s yips and pleas to go to the bathroom, held him down and ordered Jack to thrust harder into puppyhole (Jack felt so lightheaded from horniness that he obeyed immediately) while he pawed around Den's lower belly where he knew his full bladder is at. “Come on, shh shh, there you go, goood pup, let it out”, he breathed softly behind Dennis’ ear.
Then, he pressed down, hard.
Jack was already coming from the feelings of their boy spraying onto his chest and belly (some even got on his chin). The shaky breaths punched out from Dennis only made him grind deeper into his hole, the old men’s grips tightened to hold Dennis still as the boy rode out his orgasm.
Jack glanced at Robby questioningly while he was catching his breath, but Robby only glanced back, eyes squinted from smirking behind Dennis's head. “Still making them squirt after all these years, heh, Jackie?”, smugness oozed out from his tone. Jack couldn't feel more love for his perverted storm of a husband and for the cute little thing that got caught up in it even if he tried.
He’d have to order a waterproof protector for their mattress first thing in the morning, though, if the boys wanted to surprise him with this type of sexcapade in the future.
i’d imagine that dennis falls into his little headspace when he feels safe and secure but what if that’s after he and robby just had sex? while robby handles the aftercare getting a towel glass of water etc dennis just falls more and more into his little headspace. so when robby returns for some cuddles and he asks if dennis liked it getting a “wuved it daddy” in response.. oh i know he feels like a pervert. he tries to reason with himself that it’s a good thing it means dennis feels safe but he can’t help feeling a little gross
what are your opinions?
I have been hoarding this treasure for almost two weeks because each time I look at it I am arrested by a possessive glee. We understand each other, Anonymous. I especially love that you acknowledge Robby’s feeling of being perverted. In my opinion, this feeling would be heightened if we place this scenario within a world where they have a pre-existing caregiver/little relationship that has never previously crossed the boundary into their sex life.
Once Robby realises that Dennis is regressing after sex, I imagine that he will stop wanting sex. His sex drive hasn’t withered and died; he is intentionally attempting to kill it, even though it is harming his relationship with Dennis. He says he isn’t in the mood for anything tonight. His back hurts. He’s had a long day. Dennis blinks at him, suspecting there is more to the story but being too hesitant to question him.
Here, we may be able to imagine that this also disrupts Dennis’ age regression. How can he regress with a constant cloud of worry hanging over him? How can he regress when he can’t trust Robby?
Somehow (exactly how, I am too excited to conceive—perhaps because Robby concedes), their sexual relationship resumes. In the aftermath, Dennis regresses. Robby might soften to it this time. He’s missed his boy, after all. His sweetness. He giggles, “Hi, Daddy. M’bones feel nice.” He wriggles a little, rubbing his legs together. He’s still wet there. “That’s good your bones feel nice,” Robby whispers. “Can Daddy clean you up, then we can go to sleep?” Dennis nods. He spreads his legs.
I imagine that it would be a new element to their overall relationship that would take a while to fully develop and stabilise. For a long time, Robby might feel discomfort about it, but it could conclude with a realisation about caretaking: that having sex with Dennis is tending to his sexual needs, that taking care of Dennis while he is in littlespace is tending to his emotional needs, and that, when these aspects of Dennis intersect, it may be strange but it is still Dennis, who Robby loves to take care of, however he needs it.
I wish I could write a more eloquent interpretation of your idea, Anonymous, but I am simply too excited to think calmly. Also, this does not fit with the above interpretation of them having a separate pre-existing caregiver/little relationship, but I can’t stop thinking about Dennis calling Robby Daddy during sex, and, when Dennis regresses in the aftermath, this doesn’t end. I must stop now.
They’re on a long drive and Robby has been quietly employing a plan to get Jack desperate to pee. Many drinks, no stops. He keeps saying let’s go a few more miles before we stop. And it’s clearly working. Jack’s squirming and whimpering in his seat.
What Robby doesn’t know is that Jack caught onto his plan a while ago and though he is actually getting desperate, he’s playing it up a bit because he knows it makes Robby nuts.
Robby is starting to have regrets because he’s so hard he can’t think and he probably shouldn’t be driving in such a state. The way Jack keeps gasping and gripping himself has his head spinning.
He only pulls over when Jack starts begging, but not because he’s going to let him go. Because he needs to get a hand on his own dick while he watches Jack unravel.
Bonus points for Jack being very talkative and breathy as he loses control 🙈
🌙 anon
Jack won't stop fucking squirming. And panting, and moaning, and gasping, gripping his crotch, massaging his dick through his pants. And Robby has to grip the wheel tightly to keep his hand off himself.
"Why don't you..." Robby clears his throat, feeling how he's blushing. He should keep his eyes on the road instead of on Jack's crotch, but fuck, it's hard. "Why don't you have some water? You look a little..."
If anyone's flushed or parched right now, it's him, and Jack has never been more hydrated--but Jack pants and sits up, mutters, "Yeah, you're right," and leans over to take a long swig.
Robby quickly tears his eyes away from the way Jack's throat bobs. "Fuck," Jack gasps, breathless and rough, "baby, please, pull over. I need you."
Robby swears and fumbles to do so, so hard he can't think, can't see straight, can only think about his pounding cock. Jack reaches over to fondle it right as Robby parks, making him gasp, and then he turns his head and Jack is breathing into his mouth, knocking their foreheads together. Robby quickly undoes his belt and shoves a hand down his pants and squeeze his own cock just to have a moment to breathe.
"Don't you wanna get out?" Robby asks, just as desperate with him, driven so insanely wild by the sight of Jack like this, his lust and desperation filled eyes.
"No," Jack murmurs, throwing off his seatbelt and swinging a leg over Robby's lap, climbing into it in his seat, kissing him openmouthed, every bit of him squirming. "Fuck, keep touching yourself. Need to go so bad, baby, it hurts so good..."
"Shut up," Robby gasps, knocking his head back, eyes squeezed shut. If he's not careful, he's going to come before Jack is ready to let go, which is why he presses on Jack's abdomen, not as full as he expected--is Jack playing this up, just for him?
"Robby, please, feel like I'm gonna burst," Jack whines, grinding feebly on his lap, and Robby comes with his hand on his cock, into his pants, right as Jack lets go over him.
Beta!Dana joins the rest of her pack in bed for the first time, and finds alpha!Robby putting down puppy pads in the nest and shes like???
And omega!Jack blushes and admits that he submissively wets. and Robby’s like, literally every time. He pees every time.
And dana is just like….holy fuck let me watch.
And cut to her just talking Jack through it while Robby mounts, cooing at him and tauntingly asking Jack if he’s going to be a good omega and pee for Robby.
"You going to be a good omega for your alpha?" Dana asks fondly, stroking Jack's hair. His eyes are rolling back as Robby fucks him, languid and slow, savoring every thrust. Dana's sitting crisscross in front of Jack, his chin in her lap, smiling down at him. "You going to let go for him, gonna soap these pads?" She tugs sharply on his hair, drawing a whiny moan out.
"Fuck," Robby pants, fucking Jack harder just for that, taking it out on him.
"Making me so wet, watching you like this, taking his dick like you were born to it," Dana murmurs, aching to get a finger on her own pussy but she waits, paying attention to Jack instead. "Let go, come on, I want to see it. Be a good, submissive omega and wet for your alpha."
Jack puts his head all the way down with a whining moan and lets go, his body relaxing, sighing happily as he soaks the pad underneath them. Robby and Dana moan in sync, each of their hands on Jack, cooking praise about how perfect of an omega he is. How good and submissive he is.
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