lila | she/her | MDNI please | fic writer | Iâm the one who writes hyperspermia rabbot | 20s | the pitt/black sails/star trek | ao3 | i follow from my main writeblrfantasy! | icon by ladyhawke
hello, i'm lila (she/her) a lesbian who enjoys writing robby and abbot fucking nasty while being disgustingly in love. i also write rabbot/dana, the occasional kingdon, and various wlw pitt ships. abbot and ellis are my favorite pitt characters!
I take prompts here on tumblr and I write full length fics for ao3 as well, which are individually linked under the cut!
i'll write almost anything fluffy, smutty, or hurt/comfort for a prompt (including watersports, cnc, or monsterfucking) but please read the hard nos before sending a prompt:
bottom robby
young rabbot (Iâll make reference to it if I must)
heavy angst, unrequited love, or other hurt that doesn't end in comfort
intoxication or intox kink
sounding, cbt, or foot stuff
anything involving the med students/younger residents (aka things that give me secondhand embarrassment)
kids, as in rabbot being parents, although i'll write pregnancy kink in most cases.
anything hucklerobby/hucklerabbot is an absolute hard no
sickfics
if you have a prompt you're not sure about, send it anyway! i am a freak lmao you'd be surprised about my lack of limits. fair warning that i do delete a fair many of the prompts that are just "eh" to me, because i have 50-100 in my inbox at any given time and i am only one person, so i prioritize the prompts i truly adore.
sometimes it will take me weeks to get to a prompt, sometimes it'll take ten minutes. thank you for your patience <3 you are welcome to send in as many prompts as you like, whenever you like! the only time i'm not accepting prompts is if the inbox is closed.
i also adore my emoji anons! i've tagged as many emojis anons which fit within the tag limit.
all claimed emojis are as follows. if you want to become an emoji anon, feel free to pick one that's not taken! i love my emoji anons, seriously, and I'm always looking for new ones. we have had issues with emoji stealing and impersonation around here, so please be conscious and careful. thank you.
longfics and longrunning verses explained below the cut:
in addition to general prompts, i have many different rabbot universes that i write prompts for! here's a nonexhaustive guide to all the verses tagged on this post for your navigational ease.
#fem jack: cis jack enjoys dressing and playing feminine for a loving robby. there are longfics in addition to prompts, which are linked below.
#hyperspermia robby: robby comes a lot, is a little insecure about it, and jack loves it. proud to say i created this tag and it's what people know me for. longfics linked below.
#omegaverse: mostly mated alpha robby/omega jack, though there are exceptions. longfics below.
#nympho robby: robby has a high sex drive and jack is the first person who can handle him.
#royalty au: on the tin
#concubine jack: on the tin
#assassin jack: jack is a fem freelance assassin and robby is his loving, supportive husband
#breeder robby au: alpha robby was imprisoned on a breeding farm where he was forced to breed omegas. doctor omega jack rescued him, works for a rescue center, and jack is the the only person robby trusts as he slowly readjusts to the real world. they fall in love and mate and fuck a lot. here, we explore the smutty and h/c aspects of this. robby is also hsp (hyperspermia) and nympho in this.
#rescue jack: omega nympho jack was whored out by his previous alpha, then rescued by alpha robby.
#dragon robby: dragon shifter robby and his size queen jack.
#bride jack: jack is a mail order bride and is robby's housewife.
#pussy jack: jack can dose himself with a magic potion whenever he wants to get a pussy for 48 hours, which he and robby do any and everything to. longfic below.
#sleazy robby: at jack's encouragement, robby roleplays being sleazy in ways like tearing condoms, refusing to pull out, coercing jack into sex, cnc, virginal jack roleplay, cheerleader jack/sleazy robby, and anything else your perverted heart desires.
#robby with a pussy: robby with the magic potion pussy, except he doesn't enjoy penetration and still tends to be dominant. longfic below.
#trans jack: ftm jack is used to bad sex. robby is his sex god.
#subtop robby: power does not equal penetration! robby's topping but jack is domming in these prompts.
#werewolf robby: robby is a werewolf who gets very big in all ways during the full moon. jack is human and a size queen.
#puppy jack: puppy play with sub jack as robby's puppy, including a collar! longfic below.
#bunny jack: jack is a bunny hybrid.
#poker verse: jack, ellis, dana, mckay, and walsh play poker have fun casual orgies, no holds barred. sometimes robby shows jack off. established rabbot and established mckay/ellis. crosses over with the fem jack universe where the girls know and accept jack for him fem side. jack almost always has a pussy in these fics. series linked below.
jack x dana x robby: what it says on the tin
and that's a good point: you can ask for a prompt where any of the above crossover with each other and it will exist in a strange pocket dimension! we have fun here.
this is the current taglist for all rabbot prompts. if you'd like to be added to or removed from this taglist at any time, let me know via dm, ask, carrier pigeon, etc.
here are the links to all my fics on ao3! rabbot unless stated otherwise
glistening (e)
heart of gold, body of stone (e)
take me, use me, abuse me (e)
the meat cleaver (e)
the art of taking care (e)
you better run, the boogeyman's coming (e)
after the farm, the sun will rise again (e)
warm in the nest (e)
from virgin to whore (e) (includes the girls)
pink and white cherry blossoms (m)
a special sort of club (e)
king night (e)
working the tension out (e)
if you would let me spend my whole life loving you (e)
oh but you got a sports car (jack/dana/robby series) (e)
wish you were here right now (e)
give me some sugar (e)
good puppy (e)
deal me out (m) pokerverse series: jack and the girls talk about sex over poker or have sex together. jack always has a pussy here and is subby
so tell me why my gods look like you (e) sub mckay/dom ellis/dom walsh
a simple bet (f!reader x robby) (e)
desperate for you (e)
i'll do anything to taste you (e)
lovers and friends don't mix (e)
i'm dreaming of a white christmas (e)
snuggled up with you (t)
sharpies, frats, and polaroids, oh my! (e)
do i make you horny, baby? (e), jack with a magic pussy porn and your pussy is god and im falling (e) robby with a magic pussy porn
on this side of the fence (cowboy au) (e)
i can take or leave it if i please (m, mash crossover)
the fem jack/daddy robby series (e)
robby is obsessed with jack's tits: the fic (e)
alpha robby/omega jack (very very e omegaverse)
the rabbot marriage trilogy (e)
kinktober 2025 (e)
gold painted white (e)
jack abbot very pleasurably loses a bet (e)
5 times jack and robby kept a secret relationship and 1 time they showed it off (t)
those healing hands of yours (m)
for want of a shirt (m)
don't you know you're holy to me (e)
a superhuman test of self control (e)
afterglowing (t)
you're gonna kill me if you kiss it like that (e)
my savior, my one and only (t)
the hyperspermia robby trilogy (e)
saturday night (e)
when you got home (e)
for crying out loud (e)
5 times jack turned robby on at work and 1 time robby got revenge (e)
easy like sunday morning (e)
switching the positions for you (e)
when I hold you my heart sits right (at home) (t)
I got you (always, always, always) (t)
stolen minutes (e)
you're also always welcome to send asks about me, about yourself, about a fic, i love hearing from this wonderful community that has welcomed me so incredibly. you don't need to have a prompt to send an ask!
i will always tag hard kinks like watersports or cnc, as well as #tw pregnancy, but if anyone needs me to tag something else, please just tell me and i'm happy to accommodate! thank you for reading! and happy perusing <3
We had pathetic pent-up Robby and its successor: shameless pervert Abbot who found out about it.
Now we have the third and last installment where it all comes together with a bang. Well- a swallow.
He had planned for this. He had set a trap for his best friend to walk right into, like the horny animal Robby was. Or⊠well, Jack was, for deceiving him the way he did.
The notification chimed on Jack's phone, and this time it felt so much better than any other time within these past couple of weeks.
Weeks.
That's how long this plan had been brewing.
That's how long it had taken Robby to feel comfortable and confident enough to go to Jack's house when the man was on an EMT run.
Jack had needed to mention his house quite a few times before it either clicked with Robby or turned into a valid option for him. The house was empty whenever Jack had a shift with the squad. So Robby could even turn his free days into a little fantasy session if he wanted to.
The notification lingered on his screen, and Jack swiped to open it, watching the little box in which he could see Robby go through his typical little ritual.
Moving through his hallway toward the bed, Robby froze in the doorway. The hall camera caught the silhouette of his shuddering body before he finally decided to move inside, bee-lining for one of Jack's discarded clothes.
One of which Jack had ensured would be right there for Robby to grab and smell. Had even made sure he'd worn it during an especially heavy shift, leaving the fabric quite literally reeking of his scent. It was practically begging Robby to drag it into his face.
Jack watched the screen for three more seconds, his throat slowly going dry, before he slipped the phone back into his pocket. There was no on-call room today and no EMT shift either. Jack stepped out of his car, leaving it just around the block where he'd hidden it, and walked towards his townhouse.
When Jack unlocked the front door, he considered not staying quiet and making Robby shake with embarrassment the moment he stepped into view, but decided against it. Wanted to see the moment the illusion broke with his own two eyes.
He walked down the hallway with slow, deliberate steps, and when he reached the bedroom doorway, he leaned against the frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest. For a good moment, he just looked at what unfolded right in front of him.
Those soft, frantic noises as Robby fucked into his own hand, breathing and panting into the sweater Jack had left him, clearly already too far gone to notice the man looming in the door.
Jack took a moment to really look at the man in front of him, feeling himself stir in his pants, hardening at the plethora of needy sounds spilling from Robby's lips.
"You know it's almost rude to do this in my bed and not to invite me, right?" His voice called out through the darkness, and immediately all those beautiful sounds died away, leaving nothing but panicked panting behind.
Robby froze in the middle of his bed, staring at him through the edges of his sweater, his eyes wide from the shock of having been caught. Gorgeous. It was an even more gorgeous sight than Jack would have imagined.
He closed in on the bed, taking the time to sit at the foot of it, taking off his prosthetic â even if that made it easier for Robby to run, Jack was almost certain he wasn't going to.
"J-Jack," Robby choked out, his voice cracking. "It's not what- I- I'm sorry- I was just- I can explain!"
It was nothing but pathetic rambling as Robby's brain tried to keep up with the situation, certainly still hazy from the tight grip he had on himself.
A grip Jack was sure to switch against his own soon enough.
"Shhh, it's okay. I know." Jack told him with a mischievous smirk. "There is no need to explain anything when I already know."
With that, Jack turned to pull his phone out of his quickly tightening pocket and turned the screen to face Robby. The security app was still open, showing the live feed of his bedroom and their exact positions.
"You-" His best friend's voice was nothing but a whisper. A confused and uncertain whisper. "You knew? You set up a camera to catch me?"
"I set up a camera because someone was sneaking into my house, and since you lied to my face about it being you⊠I was worried." Jack turned to kneel on the edge of the mattress now, towering over Robby, looking down at the beautiful shape of him. All curled up and trying to hide that he still had his hand stuffed away in his pants.
"And then I kept watching because I liked what I saw. Sat in the on-call room too many times jerking off to the sound of you moaning my name into my laundry."
Robby's mouth parted at the admission, a soft, breathless gasp leaving his lips. The panic of being discovered â and certainly that very own brand of Robby's personal shame that led him to keeping all of this quiet â was still there, but underneath it, the reality of Jack's words seemed to sink in.
"You think I left that sweater out by accident?" Jack was crawling closer, intentionally caging Robby against the headboard, removing any sense of escape for him. Instead of doing anything rash, though, he merely let his hand brush over Robby's temple, fingertips sliding into slightly damp strands. "I wanted you right here. Wanted you in my bed, touching yourself to the thought of me. The only difference is today you won't have to use your own hand."
"JackâŠ" Robby whimpered out, very clearly overwhelmed by the offer and the situation. To Jack's absolute delight. "Are you- Are you sure?"
"Dead serious, actually," Jack gave back without giving Robby the chance to retreat back into his head. Instead, he reached down into those sweats and let his fingers wrap firmly over Robby's trembling hand still resting around his length. He squeezed once, forcing a sharp whine from Robby's throat that was nothing but music to his ears.
"No more running, Mike. Look at me."
When he did look, Jack was smiling.
"Good. That's good, now let me show you what happens when you actually get what you want."
When Robby looked up, he could see Jack smile. Despite there being a soft edge to it, he had known his best friend's expression long enough to read this one.
He was not going to get out of this unscathed.
"Good. That's good." Jack's voice was so low, the vibration sent a violent shiver straight down Michael's spine. "Now let me show you what happens when you actually get what you want."
Michael didn't even get a single second to breathe, let alone rebuild those walls Jack had successfully demolished within minutes. His hand, holding onto his leaking cock, was still wrapped by the other man's strong, large one. After a tight squeeze that made Michael gasp, Jack forced their combined grip down his length. Just once was enough.
The slick, electric friction had Michael's jaw go slack, his eyelids growing heavy. He'd already worked himself up quite a bit prior to being caught. But this? Being led by an unfamiliar yet well-known hand? Jack's hand felt much better than he could ever have imagined.
A broken, helpless sound caught in his throat, a pathetic noise he'd spent weeks trying to muffle with stolen fabric.
"Let go, Mike," Jack muttered right into his ear, and Michael didn't need to open his eyes to see how very close his best friend had gotten. He could feel the hot breath fan against his ear and the combined sensation of the tight grip around his hand, Jack's proximity and the fact that there was no escaping the scent he used to get himself over the edge again and again these past weeks-
The way Jack's lips formed his name- his legal name caught him almost more off-guard than everything else. It rendered him powerless against the command, his fingers twitching and going limp as he let his arm slide out of his pants, gripping the sheets below him instead. Now, just like that, Jack smirked down at him.
"Good boy~"
Jack moved with an easy and terrifyingly practiced grace when he shifted his weight, and Robby could feel his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird fighting the bars of its enclosure. Every muscle in Robby's body brace and a dizzying wave of heat crashed over him as Jack turned him onto his back, heavy thighs now bracketing his hips. Despite having pulled the sweater along with him, peeking over the fabric at Jack and still being very much dressed, he felt entirely exposed.
The reality of being pinned down- trapped beneath the sheer size of his best friend, Michael's mind spun, circling the fact that he wasn't dreaming this time around.
Michael could barely understand how it had happened. Where he'd been hiding his face in the sweater one second, too embarrassed to even look; the next, Jack's hands had yanked his sweats down, pinning his underwear at his ankles and swung Mike's legs over his broad shoulders. Shocked, Michael's eyes flew open almost instantly and he pulled the sweater from his face to be able to intervene.
"W- Jack wait- you don't have to," he tried to find his footing with the request.
Hazel eyes snapped up and Jack raised a brow as he locked their gazes for an agonizing second without saying a single thing. Then he leaned down to drag his tongue all the way up Michael's length, starting from the very base. Michael's head slammed back into the sheets, his eyes shutting as a loud groan tore from his chest. Once he'd reached the tip â and coaxed a desperate, broken whimper from Michael â Jack took a deliberate deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of the groin before him. Much to the poor attending's shock.
"I don't have to, but fuck do I want to."
Finally, the sweater got abandoned in favor of Michael's hands tangling themselves in salt-and-pepper curls, desperate for some form of anchor, as Jack parted his lips and slid his mouth over Michael's tip. It was a mistake to let out a shuddering gasp. The moment Michael parted his lips, Jack's head moved forward, swallowing his entire length in one deep, scorching push.
The sudden switch from hiding in the dark, jacking off to the faint thought of his best friend touching him to feeling said best friend's hot mouth all around him was, honestly, life-changing. Jack wasted no time, his head moving in a fast, steady rhythm on Michael's cock, almost too easily swallowing him whole.
"Fuck- Jack-" Michael moaned out, his head spinning with wanton and hips helplessly rutting up into that tight wet mouth. "Jack, I can't-"
With the unforgiving pace Jack set and the filthy wet sounds of his mouth, Michael could feel his orgasm build up more and more, pooling right below his stomach. He couldn't hold back any longer. Not with how good Jack was making him feel, his tongue circling Michael's tip every time he lifted his head.
"Stop-" Michael's voice was almost hoarse from how hard it was to get the words out. "Jack, wait- I'm gonna- I can't-"
But Jack didn't stop. Instead, he only increased the pressure, hollowing his cheeks, locking Michael's hips against the mattress and refusing to let him back away.
In the end, it wasn't the relentless pace, the hot, tight friction of Jack's mouth around his cock or even the impossible reality of his fantasy coming true, that undid him. It was the fact that Jack looked up at him through long lashes, drool leaking past perfect lips and that well-known cocky gaze Jack sported whenever he dared to challenge Robby.
There was no escape; there was only his best friend taking what was rightfully his, and who was Michael to deny him that?
For so long, this exact scenario had been nothing but a fantasy, a shameful secret he dared to only visit when the darkness got too much to bear. Now, the reality of it hit him like a damn tidal wave.
Jack didn't even pull back when Michael's hips bucked against the mattress. Instead, he simply took the heavy, frantic bursts of white straight down his throat without any issue and swallowed every single drop of Michael's ruin.
Through the haze of his orgasm, Michael could feel the relentless, rhythmic suction milking his quickly softening length dry. Jack's grip on his hips remained tight, locking them to the mattress and grounding him through the sheer violence of his climax. It was everything Michael had ever dreamed of, delivered with a perfection that already made him jealous of whoever had experienced it before him.
When Jack's mouth finally slid off him, a filthy string of slick connected them, and Michael collapsed into the pillows like a rag-doll. All his strength had left him. His chest heaved as he panted through the exhaustion of his release, skin burning with the shame of what had happened. Michael was painted bright pink from the tips of his ears down to the base of his chest and he quickly threw a trembling arm over his eyes to hide from the intensity of Jack's smug grin.
The mattress shifted as Jack crawled back up, an all too familiar body heat immediately crowding him. Without a word, Jack pulled the arm away from his face again, forcing Michael to watch as he licked his lips clean with that exact grin he had tried to avoid looking at. Specifically, when it was hovering mere inches from his face.
"See?" Jack's whisper fanned over Michael's face, the scent of Jack having mixed with the most intimate of his own, almost making him keen for more. "Much better than doing it alone."
Instead of coming up with a response that wouldn't sound like he just got his brain sucked out of him, Michael closed the distance between their faces as well as his eyes. Lifting his hand to slide slender fingers back into those gorgeous curls, Michael sighed into the kiss, holding on tight.
hi i'm still thinking about pussy portals... today I'm thinking about Robby keeping Jack's portal in his pocket all day and basically using it as a fidget toy. any time Robby has a moment where his hands are free he's sneaking them into his pocket and playing with the portal. sometimes he'll just find himself idly stroking a thumb over the soft skin at the edge of the portal, other times he'll rub at Jack's clit or roll it a little between his fingers, the way Jack likes that's just on the right side of painful. when Robby has a minute to sit down and review a chart he'll keep his free hand in his pocket and idly finger Jack, or just leave his fingers resting inside him. he doesn't even realize how much he's doing it half the time, at least until he gets home and gets tackled in the doorway by a very worked up Jack who's basically been teased all day long.
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Robby grunts in surprise when Jack tackles him against the door, pinning Robbyâs hands to the door and kissing him hard, slotting their bodies together. He grinds against Robbyâs thigh, hard, groaning into his mouth.
âYou fucking tease,â Jack says, usually the reverse when Robby comes home. âPlaying with me all damn day.â
Robby thinks for a moment as his cock is rapidly filling, figuring out what Jack means. He has been playing with the portal all day, one hand always in his pocket, fingers inside Jack or stroking his clit, pinching it the way Jack likes.
âI waited for you,â Jack says, âdidnât make myself come. You wonât believe how fucking wet you made me. Your fault, brother. Your fault.â
Robby smirks and sticks one hand back in his pocket, playing with Jackâs folds. Dripping wet. Jack growls into his mouth, feral and eager, taking Robby by the shoulders and manhandling him onto the couch, flat on his back.
âGotta get a dildo I can use,â Jack is muttering as he undoes Robbyâs scrubs. âOf you. One I can warm all day while youâre working, see how you fucking like it.â
Robby groans at the very thought. Still worth it, using Jack like a fidget toy all day.
Pretty please write Jack eating out Trans!Robby and Robby squirting all over his face, please
I wouldnât normally write this, but since you asked so nicely :) one of my favorite fics is like this so I took some inspo
âJack,â is all Robby is capable of saying, gripping onto his hair tight, panting and bucking against his mouth. Jack would die happily with his mouth between his thighs, so this is hardly any work for him.
âJack,â Robby gasps again, getting so close with Jackâs tongue working like that. Itâs hard to get Robby agree to do this, but when he does, Jack gives him the most thorough orgasm possible. âJack, please, IâmâIâm gonnaââ
He wants to warn Jack, but he doesnât have the breath. Jack grips his hips tighter and pulls him down until Robby canât help but squirt over him, gasping as the orgasm takes him by storm. Jack moans into him, surprised but happy.
âSo damn good, brother,â heâs mumbling. âSo damn good.â He loves it when Robby douses him like that.
(If any of these âlittle cowâ au prompt ideas are too much, as usual, please ignore. If anything strikes your fancy, would love to see what youâd write):
Jack, the newest cow, has been bred hard by Robby who has taken a real liking to him. Heâs not pregnant yet, but heâs quite exhausted (but satiated and happy) after being in the breeding stocks the last couple days. Heâs adjusting to his new life on this farm.
Dana has told him he needs to keep his energy and calories up like a good little cow. And of course the most nutrient dense energy source is milk. However, Jack has seemed a little shy, a little worried about âtaking too muchâ from Dana and Cassie, as pregnant and magnificent as they are. Heâs taken to their nipples and enjoyed, but he feels bad.
So Dana pulls Jack into a stall and demonstrates the best way to keep milk flowing. She presses her lips to Cassieâs beautiful, pert, dusky nipple, and sucks. And then uses her hands to massage Cassie's full, swollen breasts, which she explains opens up and quickens milk flow. Meanwhile Cassie is moaning and enjoying having her nipples sucked and breasts drained.
Jack is enthralled by the sight, of course. Dana explains itâs enjoyable, that heâd be doing them a favor by milking them...And he now needs to come over to her and Cassie to show he can milk his fellow cows well...đ
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(and if Dana or Jack or whoever slips their fingers into Cassie's or each other's holes well that's all part of the lovely ecosystem of this happy little farm of course đ)
âSuck just like this,â Dana says, instructing Jack as she sucks on Cassieâs full and engorged tits, aching and dripping with milk. âMassage them like this, and itâll feel so good. When you finally get bred and your tits get full, youâll understand how good this feels.â
âWeâll be happy to drain you when the time comes,â Cassie says through her moans, bucking and squirming as Dana sucks her clean. The way sheâs moaning makes Jack clench, aching to help, wishing Robby had bred him up by now.
He wands to know what it feels like, getting his tits sucked like that. Dana moves off Cassie and instructs Jack, âNow help me,â and guides him to suck her nipples. âIâve told you, the best thing for a cow whoâs working on being bred is some milk. There you go, little cow.â
Jack lets his fingers wander into Cassieâs hole.
newly realized sleazy robby practices being a perv by peeking in through the cracked door while jack showers . watching him lather up and he gets a show because jack starts jerking off!! (jack knows he's watching and is encouraging his pervertedness)
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Robby knows Jack knows heâs watching, but itâs still nerve wracking to watch through the crack in the door as Jack lathers up in the shower. The way he rubs soaps over his tits, caressing himself and taking it slow. When he takes himself in hand and leans back against the wall behind the shower bench, sighing, Robby bites down on a moan.
Jack winks through the crack in the door, knowing Robbyâs right there, but Robby stays on the other side of the door to keep the immersion.
He wants to jerk off while watching this, raking in every detail of Jackâs gorgeous, wet, chiseled, naked body, but he doesnât dare. Heâs not brave enough to do that yet.
But Jack knows. He knows how to drive Robby crazier, how to press his tits together and moan, how to stretch just right to show Robby the long line of his jaw and his neck. Itâs perfect.
Sex therapist jack encouraging Robby to masturbate but Robbyâs struggling so much that Jack tells him to masturbate in the office
âYou could just do it in the office, you know,â Jack says after Robbyâs mentioned his struggles with letting go enough to pleasure himself at home. âThatâs what this place is for.â
He never lets Robby know how much it thrills him and gets his own heart racing to hear about his deepest sexual thoughts, desires, struggles. He wants to help Robby with all of them. He wants to be hands on. He wants, he wants, he wantsâŠ
âYouâre sure?â Robby asks still, blushing. But his hand is already on his cock. He looks so desperate for release.
âYeah,â Jack says, licking his lips. âYouâre welcome to.â
Robby shoves his hand into his pants with no further coaxing, and Jack feels compelled to say, âNo, why donât you take it out? Show me what youâre working with. Be comfortable.â
Robby blushes further, asking, âYouâre sure you donât mind?â
Jack wants to scream, or get his hand on Robbyâs cock as fast as possible. Wants to help him out. âYeah. Itâs fine, man.â
Robby sighs with relief as he starts stroking himself. Jack wets his lips; trying not to moan at the sight. This is going to be hard to resist, but good for Robbyâs progress.
You write the best porn I've ever read. Do you have any tips for some who struggles writing sex scenes?
first of all, thank you so much, i am flattered; second of all, i absolutely do!! sex scenes can be intimidating because they exist in almost an entirely separate category from sfw writing in terms of the process, so i totally get it.
the first thing you need to establish is the purpose of the sex scene. is it there to purely titillate, for your own horniness or others', with your characters as just as vessel for smut to happen; or is the scene there to showcase the inner workings of your characters in this highly vulnerable, intimate moment?
i have this post on my main account that explains in a bit more detail allllll the ways that sex scenes can give insight into character,but anyway, you need to figure out which of these two purposes your scene is serving, because there is different advice and approaches for each. neither is wrong, just different!
if it's the former, where the sex itself is the focus and the plot and the characters are more or less there as vessels to act it out, the advice i would give pertains to the mechanics of smut writing. the most unsexy way to write smut is to describe genitals in great detail or with scientific terms. use "pussy" or "cock" and use them often, don't be trying to replace them with the fabled "throbbing member" or "gummy walls" because it will take your reader out of the sexy headspace and the immersion, to say the least. lovingly, you don't need the thesaurus to make it good.
also focus on describing the senses, all five of them. this is great for pacing and for making each paragraph feel fresh as well as more immersive, sexy, and an easier to picture and well rounded scene! describe what your pov character is feeling, emotionally and physically, and do so pretty often as things change. this will help your reader stay in the moment and feel what they're feeling, or at least understand and connect with it being hot. don't let the reader guess how the character is feeling about getting his dick sucked, forgive me for being crass; describe the sensation!
also, pace your sex acts before you write them out. unless it's the point and your deliberate purpose, try not to write three pages of foreplay and then only half a page until orgasm/conclusion because you lost steam and wanted the scene to end (i know, i've done it)
plot out your smut beforehand, it will help your pacing. even just going through in your hand what sex acts they're going to do, when they're going to move on from one thing to the next, what the end goal is, where they'll start, if they'll take dialogue breaks in the middle, that kind of thing, will help a ton. also, dialogue tends to break up description and make it easier for readers to digest and stay with the characters.
if your scene is serving the purpose of showing off character through the sex, then i suggest reviewing that post of mine that i linked above because it will give you a lot of ideas on how to flesh out and deepen and enrich your smut. and also, focusing on how the character is feeling physically and emotionally is more important than ever here, because you're showing the reader how they respond to sex in every aspect.
even if it's a situation or scene or act that doesn't "fit" their character, challenge yourself to work backwards and think what would have to happen in order to make them do this/say this/admit this? or the opposite, where you weave in every dialogue piece to reflect the character's tone, where you want the reader to walk away remembering that smut because of how well it fit the character. the best smut is character study. the most memorable smut feels right to the reader because of the characterization.
thank you for asking, and let me know if you want clarity on anything!
Jack has secretly recorded himself saying praises and encouragement for Robby to find on his phone. Itâs been a shit day and a shit shift but while heâs taking a quick minute to himself he finds an audio file heâs never seen and hits play. The warm loving sound of jacks voice saying exactly what he needs to hear makes him cry but also gives him the motivation he needs to finish his shift. And if he plays it at night when itâs hard to sleep, when heâs kissing Jack the most, when he needs a quick pick me up at work? Then itâs done exactly as Jack hoped it would.
Robby slides down the wall, trying to keep the tears in, trying to pull himself together long enough to get through the last hour of this horrible shift. He opens his phone, hoping for any kind of distraction, and there's no message from Jack, but there is an old voicenote that Robby doesn't recognize, from Jack.
Robby opens it and does start crying as the sound of Jack's warm, soft voice hits his ears. They haven't had handoff in days, have hardly seen each other at home, and Robby misses him so fucking much, wants him close and all to himself--and Jack is saying, "Hey, sweetheart," softly enough to make Robby sob.
"I love you, brother, did you know that? So much. You blow my mind every day. Can't believe you're mine. Can't believe I got so damn lucky. You're so smart, so fucking brilliant, and you run that department even when it tries to run you into the ground, and you do it so well even when you think you're doing a shit job, and you can never see what I see. How capable you are."
Jack's voice is so warm and loving, and Robby clings to it like a lifeline. He wishes Jack was here to hold him, those strong arms impenetrable.
"I love you so much, more than anyone in the world," Jack says in the voicenote, and it sounds like he's on the edge of crying too. "Whenever you hear this, I hope it brightens your day. You're in the shower right now, man," he says with a laugh, "and I doubt you'll find this right away or even notice. But whatever you're doing, I love you, and you'll be okay. The only way out is through."
Robby misses him even more, but that gave him the strength to get back up.
May i please request biker gang Robby and his biker bitch Jack? đ
"Not so rough," Jack pants as Robby manhandles him into place over the edge of a table.
"Not so rough?" Robby echoes, mocking, his leather gear brushing against Jack's bare backside as Robby pulls down his shorts. "You're just trying to get me to go rougher. You love when I get rough. You love when I throw you around. No one else can, isn't that right?"
Jack can only moan as Robby gropes his ass, Jack leaning on his forearms, bracing his weight on the table. "Please."
Robby spanks him, the sleeve of his leather jacket brushing Jack's ass so nicely. Reminding Jack who's in charge here. "Please, what?"
"I don't know, anything, fuck, give me anything--"
Robby is rough as he teases Jack's hole, too, spitting on it, taking out his everything on Jack's ass, as if that's not exactly what Jack wants. "Beg me for it. My gorgeous little bitch." He gets a fist in Jack's hair and bends him further. Because of course, the truth is that Jack loves this. Loves being Robby's bitch.
Loves sitting on his lap at the bar with Robby in his leather and Jack staring at him adoringly. Loves how all the other bikers know what Robby does to him and what Jack's place is.
"Please," Jack begs, so sweetly, so truly. "Fill me, baby."
Robby was relatively new to this gym. He didnât know anyone and hadnât spoken to a single soul in the few months heâd been going.
He recognized the staff and a few regulars whose training schedules more or less aligned with his. Among those familiar faces was a gorgeous man, roughly his age, maybe a little younger. He had grey curls, an insane physique, and deep green eyes that had caught Robby staring more than once. It was embarrassing every time he got caught watching, making him feel like a pervert. Still, he sized the man up every chance he gotâhis massive biceps, the sleeveless tops that always ended up soaked in sweat to offer a tempting glimpse of armpit hair. Then there were those thighs clad in tight gym shorts, and that assâRobby had stared at that ass far too many times to count. Yet, each and every time, the man had just smiled. He clearly liked being appreciated, liked being watched as he exercised. Robby was more than happy to comply.
Heâd been thinking for weeks about asking the guy out, trying his luck. Heâd been in a bit of a dry spell lately. Well, not a true dry spellâheâd been hooking upâbut it wasnât nearly as hot as spotting someone gorgeous in the wild and being so painfully attracted to them that heâd jerked off in the gym shower stall way too many times, thinking about that pale skin and those sinful freckles.
But in the end, he never did it. He didnât think the guy was interested like that.
For once, Robby decided to head to the sauna. He often times steered clear of it. It was always too crowded, and he was usually in a rush, never finishing his workout on time and having to speed through a shower to get to work or somewhere else.
It was a decently sized sauna, divided by gender. He briefly thought there should be a mixed one, then felt like a pervert for it, certain no woman would want that.
There was another guy inside, but he didnât say anything, didnât even glance at Robby when he walked in. Sauna etiquette, he guessed. You don't stare at other people because itâs rude.
Robby swallowed a groan as he sat on the damp wooden bench. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the surrounding warmth for approximately three minutes before the sweat started pouring and it became more uncomfortable than anything. But that was the point of this. So, he relaxed and let his head rest against the wall, listening as the other guy scrambled off the bench and left the room.
He was alone. He thought about adding more water to the coals, but he couldnât be bothered to move. Instead, he just sat there, staring down at his belly for a while. It was still the same size as when he started. He hadnât been expecting immediate resultsâhe wasnât stupidâbut heâd hoped for just a little change.
The door opened with a hiss, and Robby tried not to look up too fast. He sort of failed, but his mouth went completely dry the moment he saw the guy step inside. His towel was slung low on his hips, revealing an absolutely insane V-line on his abdomen. His abs, his pecsâeverything about him was perfect.
Robby's dick was immediately interested. It twitched, and he prayed the movement wasn't too obvious through his towel. It mustnât have been, because the guy had no reaction as he sat on the bench to Robbyâs right.
He settled into the corner. Robby could easily see him just by barely turning his head. He tried to avoid it, starting a mental list of all the bones in the human body to keep his dick from going hard, but the image that formed in his mind was the guy sitting just a few feet away. It made Robby chub up in record time. He couldnât remember the last time heâd gotten so hard, so fast. It was embarrassing.
Glancing down, he saw his length starting to tent the towel. He needed to get out ASAP, take care of himself, and head home. Maybe he should cancel his gym membership and find another place entirely, because he didnât think he could ever show his face here again.
He started going soft at the thought, and a rush of breath escaped him in sheer relief. Mortified, he thanked the intense heat, which surely made him look like a lobster anyway, ensuring his blush wouldn't show.
But when he glanced back at the guy, a spark raced down his spine. Their eyes met immediately. The man was already staring right at him. Flustered, Robby looked away too quickly. The guy let out a low chuckle, and Robby leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His cock was twitching now, getting mixed signals from his brain; the embarrassment was keeping the arousal from taking over completely, and Robby didnât know which sensation he preferred.
âIâve seen you around a lot.â
A lot was generous, Robby thought as he looked up. His eyes traced the manâs figure of their own accord, following the path of sweat droplets rolling down his chest and between his abs. Robby wanted to lick every single drop.
âKinda new to this whole thing.â
âI can tell.â The guy sounded and looked amused, giving Robby a slow once-over.
It made Robby self-conscious about his body all over again, imagining his soft stomach spilling over his towel.
âNot like that,â the guy said cryptically. When Robby looked at him again, the man had a hand resting over his own crotch. It was just sitting there; Robby couldnât even tell if he was hard. It could easily be a coincidence. But something inside told him the guy was trying to say something. âYouâre shy.â
Robby scoffed. An astute observation if heâd ever heard one.
He wanted to say something funny in returnâsomething witty or snarky. But all thoughts ground to a halt when the man spread his legs and firmly cupped himself through the towel, letting out a soft sound in his throat that carried across the small room, straight to Robbyâs dick.
âYouâre a watcher.â It wasnât a question, but Robby still shook his head. He had never been a creep before, never stared at men or women in public.
âIâm notââ
âYou are.â
Robby swallowed, his throat suddenly parched as the guy began to move his hand slowly. Long, thick fingers wrapped around his own cock, stroking it over the fabric.
Robby briefly thought about someone else walking in, but he guessed that was part of the fun. The thrill of jerking off in front of a stranger made it all the more exciting.
Robby finally placed his own hand over his dick, groaning without meaning to. The noise slipped out the moment he made contact. This was the hottest and simultaneously stupidest thing heâd ever done. Hookups were one thing, but thisâwhatever this wasâwas completely different.
Through a horny haze, he realized he wasnât even moving his hand; he was just gripping himself tight through the towel to keep it from aching. He was too busy watching the guy. Those green eyes glimmered, and those pink lips ticked up into a dirty smirk as he teasingly began to unwrap his towel. He peeled back just one layer, his cockâthick, Robby could already tellâtwitching under the final barrier.
It offered a view of the manâs pale right thigh and the sharp hip bone where the towel fell away. Just a hint of trimmed pubic hair, but he couldnât actually see anything yet. It was pure torture. At first, heâd thought the guy was just going to jerk off under the towel and let Robby watch like the pervert heâd apparently become. But being teased like this sent his mind wild, hungry to see the man entirely naked. The urge was so strong that he shoved his own hand under his towel, his cock spurting precum as he stroked himself a few times.
âCome over here, big boy.â The guy patted the bench next to him.
Robby was standing up before he could even think about it. He hesitated after two steps, but his dick made the final decision when the guy finished unwrapping the towel completely.
His cock was gorgeous. Average in length but incredibly thick, the tip red and dripping. It made Robby lick his lips as he stopped right in front of him.
âLet me see you.â The guy tilted his head, licking his own lips in imitation.
Robby undid his towel without a second thought, too horny to consider the risks. He held the ends of the fabric and pulled it open.
His own cock sprang free. He was longer and slightly less thick, but just as hard and dripping just as much as the guy. They were a match, he thought.
âMhm,â the guy hummed, leaning back. He fisted his own cock and began stroking lazily. âBig, just like the rest of you.â His eyes traced up Robbyâs body with zero shame, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he looked up through his lashes. âI like big boys.â
Itâs a dream, was the only thing Robbyâs brain could manage. Itâs a wet dream and Iâm gonna wake up any second.Â
But then the guy reached out and fisted Robbyâs cock in his other hand. And that was realâso real that a rope of precum shot out of Robby, nearly making him double over.
The guy seemed delighted by the reaction, his mouth widening into a big smile. The tip of his tongue peeked between his lips as he leaned forward.
He kept leaning until he took Robby into his mouth. It was warm, wet, and perfectâso perfect that Robby moaned loud enough to echo off the walls. He thrust forward, letting his towel drop to fist a handful of those gorgeous curls heâd been thinking about for months.
The guy didnât seem to mind, or maybe he was just too busy sucking Robby's dick like he was born to do it. Robby tightened his grip and let him work, watching those pink lips stretch around his shaft, feeling the tightness of the man's throat as he swallowed him down effortlessly.
The guy had serious skill. He worked his tongue along the underside of Robbyâs cock, one hand clutching hard at Robbyâs thigh, nails digging in, while the other reached up to fondle his balls.
Robby could feel the pleasure building behind his eyes. His balls drew tight, and the wet, sucking sound of the guy deepthroating him coiled deep in his gut.
It probably wasn't even two minutes before he gripped the guyâs curls and tried to pull him back, trying to warn him with something other than a groan. But the guy wouldnât pull away, and Robby inevitably came. He held the man's head, pushing as deep as he could, pouring his release down his throat for what felt like an eternity. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him while the guy swallowed and tongued his shaft through it all.
He hadnât come that hard in ages, and it took a second for his brain to reboot as he finally pulled back to let the guy breathe. Even with white spots dotting his vision, he could see the man licking his lips and smirking up at him, looking completely unbothered after giving Robby the best head of his entire life.
The guy fisted his own cock again, stroking fast and hard now, licking his lips over and over.
Robby dropped to his knees. It was only fair to return the favor.
The guy spread his legs to give him space, guiding the tip of his dick to Robbyâs lips and pushing the head inside. He tasted salty, and the heavy musk of precum and sweat made Robby lightheaded in the best way possible.
Iâm sucking off a Greek god, he thought, looking up at the planes of glistening, defined muscle greeting him as he worked his mouth around that perfect cock. His lips stretched as he took him in inch by inch. Heâd never been amazing at deepthroating, but he sure as hell didnât give bad blowjobs. He pushed himself a little farther down the shaft and let saliva pool in his mouth, pulling off briefly to spit the thick slick to ease the slide of his hand. He tongued the underside of the head, drinking in the beautiful noises the man was making.
Even if someone walked in right now, Robby would keep sucking this guy's dick like heâd been starved for months. He couldnât get enough of itâthe taste, the smell, the noises, the ache settling into his jaw as he bobbed his head fast, working his hand in tandem over the parts of the shaft he couldnât quite reach.
It was messy and loud, spit covering Robbyâs hand and beard, dripping down the guy's shaft and into his grey pubic hair.
It was over too fast, just like Robbyâs own release. The guy arched his back and pushed deep into his mouth before shooting off. Robby sputtered a bit, a little out of practice, but he suckled the head and greedily took all the cum into his mouth. He pulled back with a loud pop once the guy stopped twitching, opening his mouth to show the pool of cum on his tongue before swallowing it down under the attentive, lust-blown gaze of those green eyes.
His knees ached as he stood up and gathered his towel. He was breathing too fast for a room full of steam, his lungs straining for air.
âIâm Jack, by the way.â
The guyâJackâwas wrapping his own towel around his waist, smiling up at Robby. But this smile was softer, and Robby couldnât help but smile back.
âRobby.â
âNice to put a name to that gorgeous face.â
âSame here.â
Robby looked around, unsure of what he was supposed to say next, or if he should just leave without another word.
âI was planning to shower in twenty or so,â Jack said, his hand drifting down his abs. âIf youâre interested.â
Robby was. He sat his ass right back down on the bench just in time for someone else to walk inâan older man who barely minded them sitting together in the corner before taking a seat of his own.
wowowowow, i absolutely LOVEEEE camboy jack and the pussy portal. on my hands and knees politely begging for that private session for them both... jack who convinces robby to set up a camera so he can watch and feel the way he fucks into them. i just think it's Neat
here is the next part!!
"Would you like to fuck me?" Jack purrs, trying to figure out what the most appealing angle will be to spread himself out for Robby. He's naked, but Robby's fully dressed on the other side of the screen, and even so, Jack can't stop staring at him.
He's handsome, more than Jack ever would've guessed or hoped, and he blushes so prettily, he's wearing these glasses he swears are just to read but they make him look so hot and cute at the same time, they're about the same age--Jack lucked out.
And even though Robby's dressed, hunched in on himself like he feels awkward or insecure, Jack can see the portal sitting next to him on his bed, can remember the way his fingers felt, his big cock, his talented tongue. Jack is aching for it. The best sex he never thought he would have with a client. And yet here he is back for more.
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"I- yes," Robby says, still blushing so adorably, but looking hesitant, like there's something more on his mind. "Whatever you'd like."
"What would you like?" Jack asks in return, spreading his legs, something he's used to doing for the camera. He's watching Robby's eyeline carefully, the way his lips part, the way his tongue darts out. "What are you thinking about, handsome?"
Robby is still blushing red from being called that, which only makes Jack want to call him by that name more.
"I'd like to eat you out again, if I can," Robby says, hesitant and guarded, like a statement such as that is somehow not okay. "If you'd like that. Before I do anything else."
Jack shivers. His body remembers how good Robby was at that, how he ate Jack out on his stream through the portal until Jack was practically screaming, gripping the sheets, forgetting he was even live or supposed to be performing. He was certain he'd be faking and exaggerating it for whoever won his portal giveaway, but he was having more fun than Robby himself; he was certain of that.
"Yeah?" Jack murmurs, rubbing a hand over himself just to tease, watching Robby's eyes bloom wider with lust, the way he's starting to forget his nerves. "I'd like that, too. You're such a gentleman."
Robby ignores him, picking up the portal and bringing it to his face, closing his eyes and inhaling as if in comfort. He hasn't touched it since the stream, because that was Jack's boundary, and Jack was sadly surprised to feel it respected--but he's so glad now that he gets to have this again, since Robby was clearly aching for it too.
He takes a lick up Jack's pussy and they let out twin groans. Jack arranges himself on the bed to lay back and get comfortable, legs spread for Robby's view, but Robby's much more focused on actually eating him out with his eyes closed.
He won't stop moaning and panting and taking little licks like he can't stand being away from it for even a second, and the way he eats Jack, making him squirm and whine, makes Jack hyperaware of how Robby isn't doing this out of obligation or even because it's polite--he's doing this because of how much he loves it, how he enjoys Jack's taste that much.
He's not shy about getting in there, getting his face wet, his beard rubbing just right against Jack's hole while Robby sucks his clit. Jack bucks his hips, wishing Robby was really here to hold onto, wishing he could feel Robby's breath and taste himself in Robby's mouth after.
"Robby," he moans, so happy he has a name to moan now instead of nothing to picture at all. Robby moans right back, and Jack can't feel the vibration of it, but he imagines what that would be like, and his hips buck again.
"You taste so good," Robby groans after finally taking a breath to pant. Jack wants to whine and pull him closer and make Robby make him come, but he has to settle for laying back, unable to do anything except take what Robby gives him. "Fuck. I remember that taste. It's like a drug."
"Are you going to fuck me? Finger me? Give me something?" Jack begs, a little pathetic and desperate, especially for a client to be making him feel this way, but he can't stand being empty any longer, dripping wet.
"You want it that bad?" Robby asks, sending another spike of heat through him, but it sounds like Robby's asking from a place of wonder more than teasing. "Fuck, Jack. You're so hot. You don't even know. I'm so fucking lucky."
He murmurs it, as if just to himself. Jack clenches on nothing, filled with fondness as well as unbearable lust. He needs to get Robby in his bed, wants to feel him, wants to hold him close and pet his hair and wrap his leg around Robby's waist to keep him close while Robby fucks him. He wants it all. This; just seeing him on cam, isn't going to be enough. He's going to need this again, he already knows it.
"Never thought a client would hold back from fucking me so much I'd have to beg him to stick it in," Jack snaps, "but come on, man, stick it in. And...put the camera above your hips so I can pretend..." You're really here. He shouldn't be so quick to admit that.
Robby smiles. "I'll make you come, I promise," he says, shifting around, the sound of his belt unbuckling making Jack shiver with anticipation. After Robby's made him squirt once or thrice, after Jack has coaxed a load or two out of him, through the portal and onto Jack's face, perhaps, to give him a show...
Jack will ask him if he ever wants to meet up, if he ever wants to feel and taste and touch this pussy in real life. Jack has a lot of thanking to do, too, and a lot of learning what's undoubtedly a gorgeous body.
"I'm nervous," Robby says, as if that wasn't obvious from the raging blush on his face. Jack is still getting over the fact that he can see Robby in person, that Robby insisted on taking him out to dinner before getting into his bed, and it was a wonderful date, truly, Jack hasn't been on a real date in a long time--but now he does have Robby in his bed, in person, like he's been dreaming of for so long.
"I know," Jack murmurs, cupping his jaw, stroking over it, kissing him gently. Robby's been inside him so many times by now, but it feels like their first time as Jack arranges Robby between his legs.
It was a hell of a task to get Robby naked and bare for him, blushing all the way down his hairy chest, but Jack is going to make damn clear to him how much he loves this. All of what he's seeing. What's between Robby's legs, too. Seeing it over a screen doesn't do it justice.
"It's okay to be nervous, it's normal. Don't try to fight it," Jack says with what he hopes is a reassuring smile, kissing him again, getting his hand in Robby's hair, trying to feel all of him now that he can.
"Just kind of silly, isn't it?" Robby asks. "Since I've been inside you before?"
Jack smiles against his mouth. "It's not. It's different for me too. It's been a long time since I've done this with...without it being a job."
Robby kisses his shoulder, pressing him down into the bed. "I'll make you feel good. I'll make you forget I was once your client."
He starts kissing down Jack's chest, hot wet mouth making Jack pant, but Jack tries to get his brain back. "No, you've made me feel good so many times while I can't touch you back. It's time I return the favor." Jack flips him over, straddling his hips before Robby can even gasp out a breath, looking up at Jack with wide eyes.
"Just let me ride you," Jack soothes, running his hands over Robby's shoulders. "Wanna show you a good time. A thank you."
"You're not working right now, you don't have to," Robby says, looking up through his lashes.
"I know I'm not," Jack purrs back, kissing him, lining up and dropping down.
wowowowow, i absolutely LOVEEEE camboy jack and the pussy portal. on my hands and knees politely begging for that private session for them both... jack who convinces robby to set up a camera so he can watch and feel the way he fucks into them. i just think it's Neat
here is the next part!!
"Would you like to fuck me?" Jack purrs, trying to figure out what the most appealing angle will be to spread himself out for Robby. He's naked, but Robby's fully dressed on the other side of the screen, and even so, Jack can't stop staring at him.
He's handsome, more than Jack ever would've guessed or hoped, and he blushes so prettily, he's wearing these glasses he swears are just to read but they make him look so hot and cute at the same time, they're about the same age--Jack lucked out.
And even though Robby's dressed, hunched in on himself like he feels awkward or insecure, Jack can see the portal sitting next to him on his bed, can remember the way his fingers felt, his big cock, his talented tongue. Jack is aching for it. The best sex he never thought he would have with a client. And yet here he is back for more.
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"I- yes," Robby says, still blushing so adorably, but looking hesitant, like there's something more on his mind. "Whatever you'd like."
"What would you like?" Jack asks in return, spreading his legs, something he's used to doing for the camera. He's watching Robby's eyeline carefully, the way his lips part, the way his tongue darts out. "What are you thinking about, handsome?"
Robby is still blushing red from being called that, which only makes Jack want to call him by that name more.
"I'd like to eat you out again, if I can," Robby says, hesitant and guarded, like a statement such as that is somehow not okay. "If you'd like that. Before I do anything else."
Jack shivers. His body remembers how good Robby was at that, how he ate Jack out on his stream through the portal until Jack was practically screaming, gripping the sheets, forgetting he was even live or supposed to be performing. He was certain he'd be faking and exaggerating it for whoever won his portal giveaway, but he was having more fun than Robby himself; he was certain of that.
"Yeah?" Jack murmurs, rubbing a hand over himself just to tease, watching Robby's eyes bloom wider with lust, the way he's starting to forget his nerves. "I'd like that, too. You're such a gentleman."
Robby ignores him, picking up the portal and bringing it to his face, closing his eyes and inhaling as if in comfort. He hasn't touched it since the stream, because that was Jack's boundary, and Jack was sadly surprised to feel it respected--but he's so glad now that he gets to have this again, since Robby was clearly aching for it too.
He takes a lick up Jack's pussy and they let out twin groans. Jack arranges himself on the bed to lay back and get comfortable, legs spread for Robby's view, but Robby's much more focused on actually eating him out with his eyes closed.
He won't stop moaning and panting and taking little licks like he can't stand being away from it for even a second, and the way he eats Jack, making him squirm and whine, makes Jack hyperaware of how Robby isn't doing this out of obligation or even because it's polite--he's doing this because of how much he loves it, how he enjoys Jack's taste that much.
He's not shy about getting in there, getting his face wet, his beard rubbing just right against Jack's hole while Robby sucks his clit. Jack bucks his hips, wishing Robby was really here to hold onto, wishing he could feel Robby's breath and taste himself in Robby's mouth after.
"Robby," he moans, so happy he has a name to moan now instead of nothing to picture at all. Robby moans right back, and Jack can't feel the vibration of it, but he imagines what that would be like, and his hips buck again.
"You taste so good," Robby groans after finally taking a breath to pant. Jack wants to whine and pull him closer and make Robby make him come, but he has to settle for laying back, unable to do anything except take what Robby gives him. "Fuck. I remember that taste. It's like a drug."
"Are you going to fuck me? Finger me? Give me something?" Jack begs, a little pathetic and desperate, especially for a client to be making him feel this way, but he can't stand being empty any longer, dripping wet.
"You want it that bad?" Robby asks, sending another spike of heat through him, but it sounds like Robby's asking from a place of wonder more than teasing. "Fuck, Jack. You're so hot. You don't even know. I'm so fucking lucky."
He murmurs it, as if just to himself. Jack clenches on nothing, filled with fondness as well as unbearable lust. He needs to get Robby in his bed, wants to feel him, wants to hold him close and pet his hair and wrap his leg around Robby's waist to keep him close while Robby fucks him. He wants it all. This; just seeing him on cam, isn't going to be enough. He's going to need this again, he already knows it.
"Never thought a client would hold back from fucking me so much I'd have to beg him to stick it in," Jack snaps, "but come on, man, stick it in. And...put the camera above your hips so I can pretend..." You're really here. He shouldn't be so quick to admit that.
Robby smiles. "I'll make you come, I promise," he says, shifting around, the sound of his belt unbuckling making Jack shiver with anticipation. After Robby's made him squirt once or thrice, after Jack has coaxed a load or two out of him, through the portal and onto Jack's face, perhaps, to give him a show...
Jack will ask him if he ever wants to meet up, if he ever wants to feel and taste and touch this pussy in real life. Jack has a lot of thanking to do, too, and a lot of learning what's undoubtedly a gorgeous body.
Hi Lila :) Hope youâre doing well! I got back from my mini vacation, it was sadly exhausting and now I have a cold. Wish I had another week off, but itâs back to work tomorrow.
I saw youâre asking for portal pussy prompts and that finally got an idea out of me again:
Webcam pornstar trans!Jack who offers his highest paying subscribers a special opportunity: one lucky person gets to âfuckâ Jack live, except itâs a portal pussy the winner gets sent home and Jack is streaming the whole action.
Robby is skeptical at first about how this works and if itâs not just a scam, Jack putting on a show and making money off of some poor personâs gullibility.
But when itâs time for the stream, heâs ready at home, starts playing with the toy and itâs undeniable that itâs something magical. It feels real and Jackâs reactions arenât something that can be faked. He sees Jackâs pussy twitching on cam when he plays with the toyâs clit, entrance clenching when he teases it with a finger⊠so Robby goes to town on the toy.
The viewer count goes through the roof during the session, Jack turning into a babbling, begging mess at Robbyâs skilled hands and cock. The usually so confident and cocky Jack is no longer in control of his stream, completely at Robbyâs mercy and loving every second of it.
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sorry your vacation sucked and you're sick now :( as someone who always gets a cold the second vacation starts, i relate, and i wish you well <3 also i'm not sure if this prompt was inspired by this fic of mine or not, but just in case you haven't seen it, enjoy!
Robby wasn't sure what to expect when he received the portal in the mail, or when he opened Jack's stream for the day, watching him start slow, addressing the audience, teasing and naked, asking when his lucky winner was going to touch him.
He's sitting in bed with his legs spread, one hand resting protectively on his stump, as he waits. Deliberately not touching himself, despite always running an idle finger along his seam even when he's just talking or reading messages. Always playing with himself. Not today.
Robby was hesitant, certain Jack was going to start moaning and faking it to make people believe a fan was really out there controlling his pleasure, but the moment Robby runs an experimental finger along the clit of the toy, Jack gasps and squirms. Robby can see the way he clenches.
"Fuck, he's starting," Jack chuckles. "Go ahead, baby." He looks at the camera, and Robby is being addressed, even just through a screen. He keeps going, emboldened by that reaction.
His cock is aching, but he takes his time fingering Jack, feeling how hot and wet he is, how tight he hugs Robby's fingers, how much Jack can't sit still through it. If Robby was there, he would pin Jack down by the hips and make him stay still, just lie back and take everything Robby had to give him...
And they're just getting started. Robby still has to feel what that hole is like around his cock.
hey, man. hope this isn't too weird, Jack writes, but I can't stop thinking about you. About what a good time you gave me. He agonized over every word of this message, but as he types it out now, he's more confident. You still have my portal. I know you promised to only use it the once, at my request, and you've respected that, but...would you be up for a repeat session? One on one? No charge. This is my request, honestly.
Can't stop thinking about him is a bit of an understatement. Jack has fucked himself raw more times than he can count to the memory of Robby playing with his pussy, even just through the portal. How good would it feel to feel his touch in person, to be able to see his cock rather than just feel it? To know what Robby's moans sound like, to know if he's as hot as Jack thinks he is, to know more about him than a damn username and address?
After he sends the message, he tries not to refresh his cam app too often, hoping for a reply. But thankfully, Robby doesn't take too long. Yeah, man. That session left an impression on me too. You were so good. It was like magic. I honestly can't believe you're asking for more. I've watched you for a long time.
Jack grins, lighting up inside. He decides to up the ante. My pussy left an impression on you, huh?
The typing bubbles come up and disappear a few times before Robby replies, fuck. yeah, it did. you mentioned a repeat session?
Yes, Jack replies immediately, already squirming at the thought. Let's pick a date, baby.
reblog or send an ask to tell me if you want more :)
going to my first convention this week and the impostor syndrome is hitting hard oh boyyyy. but i am reminding myself that much stupider people than me have navigated it alone. i can do the same. i Can, and it is never as bad in the moment as my brain thinks it will be.
I had not been aware of the camboy Jack longfic and just read it, I adore this AU a lot!!
Jack so confident, taking control, having fun and talking Robby through everything, thatâs exactly what I envisioned for something like this.
Pussy potion makes sense, more variations to play with. And in combination with hsp Robby itâs absolutely perfect⊠now add a portal pussy into the mix and Jack can get that load on cam whenever he asks Robby to deliver :D
Canât believe I almost missed out on that top tier smut, thanks so much for linking it!! And Iâd be seated if you ever want to write more in this universe.
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Iâm so happy you liked it!! I actually have plans to write a mini fic follow up to your prompt, because loved it so much!! But I agree, my fic wouldâve been even better with a pussy portal in the mix. Thank you for reading!
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