"ugh who tf wants to watch a five season mental health journey about Robby 🤢" MEEE MEEEE I DOOO I WANNA WATCH IT I WANNA SEE HIM HEAL ‼️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️🔥🔥🔥
And may I be perverted and free enough to say that kisses during somnophilia are my favorite Robby kissing an unconscious Dennis who obviously does not reciprocate but his mouth is open and relaxed Robby salivates all over the boy’s mouth spits on him, sucks his tongue basically eating him atp, soo nasty it shouldn’t even be considered a kiss. Ofc he does this after eating dennis’ cunt like a starved man, he wants to taste Dennis for days and his beard gets very wet all the time.
Uh I got carried away, but I really liked the idea of Park, like everyone else, falling victim to Whitaker's inevitable charm. This is a ramble and completely unedited. :) I think of this as a part of my other Puppy!Dennis drabbles where he's kind of a traumatized rescue.
Mmmm Abbot and Robby being old friends with Park the Shark and they have him over to watch the game and have some beers.
Puppy Dennis who is not a fan, immediately. As soon as Park arrives he's hiding behind the couch, ears flat and tail tucked.
His intuition is only confirmed when Park huffs and makes an offhanded comment. "Not a very polite puppy. You guys never shut up about how sweet he is," Park grumbled.
Dennis felt his shoulders hunch as he tried to make himself smaller, ashamed. He was Jack and Robby's good boy. He tried so hard to be their good boy, but no bone in his body wanted to go greet the tall, severe-looking man.
"He is a sweet puppy, and he's shy," Abbot said pointedly as he grabbed drinks for them.
"Be nice, and maybe you'll earn that sweetness," Robby added. Park scoffed.
Dennis was relieved they weren't mad at him.
They all settled on the couch and turned on the game. Robby was in his recliner and Jack and Park sat on opposite sides of the couch.
After a little while Dennis crept behind the couch so he could curl up on the cushion at Robby's feet that they kept for these very moments. He settled down after a few little turns, tail tucked close as he leaned against Robby's leg and rested his head on his thigh. He still watched Park warily, glancing at him every now and then, but Robby had also settled a hand in his hair and was absently rubbing his ears. Jack threw out his occasional quips at the game that had the other men huffing, and Dennis began to relax, almost dozing.
He was alert again when Jack got up, asking Robby to help him take off his leg as he headed to their bedroom. Robby got up to follow and Dennis was about to rise but Robby stopped him with a hand in his hair.
"No, stay, baby, we'll be right back."
Dennis didn't even have time to protest before he disappeared down the hall. He gave park a nervous glance. He wanted to follow his owners, but Robby had told him to stay and he was a good boy.
"They'll be right back."
Dennis was startled out of his thoughts by Park.
"What, haven't developed that object permanence yet?"
Dennis felt his ears lower, hurt. He had a lot of experience with people treating him like he was an actual animal, always insulting his intelligence, but not in his home, not where he was safe with Jack and Robby.
Park sighed, and to Dennis' surprise, he muttered: "I'm sorry." Dennis could only watch him with caution.
"I've, uh, never met a hybrid, or even had a pet for that matter," he confessed. "And I'm not exactly known for my warm personality. I don't know what to do with you."
Dennis felt a touch of warmth in his chest at the vulnerability. He could imagine how hard even this confession was for the stoic, harsh man just from what he's heard from Jack and Robby and their brief interaction.
There was a defeated expression in his pressed lips.
Slowly, Dennis approached and placed his little cushion near the other man's feet. He settled himself on it once again and tentatively leaned against the couch. He wasn't touching the man, but there was only a handful of inches between his head and Park's thigh. He held himself very still, and he could feel the tension in the man next to him.
After a long moment, Park lifted his hand, brushing a finger down Dennis' ear so gently, as if asking for his permission. Dennis tilted his head into the touch, encouraging, and Park gingerly pet his ears. It was awkward, and not necessarily comfortable because he kept brushing the fur in the wrong direction, but Dennis was relieved and happy.
Jack and Robby return and they're obviously so charmed that Dennis was softened Park's defenses. They're so besotted by their unbelievably sweet puppy and proud of Park for pushing past his discomfort and actually expressing himself in ways other than sarcasm and insults.
Queue them bonding. Dennis is still learning about the positive aspects of the relationships he can have with people, when it's almost always been bad in the past, and Park is learning how to engage with hybrids in the first place. Park is very charmed by Dennis. He is so polite and well-behaved that he kind of sets an unrealistic expectation for hybrids. Park later meets some hybrids that are rambunctious, or they don't listen, or god forbid they chew on shoes or clothes. He's scandalized because Dennis would never. He's just a little angel who wants to cuddle, and it renews his appreciation for the Hucklerabbot household.
Robby and Jack are just happy they can have one of their oldest friends around more without worrying about him traumatizing their puppy and Dennis gets more positive to exposure to people.
There's a shift hand-off and they're meeting in the park like usual, although it's a fuller crowd and even Park has shown up. Abbot isn't scheduled to work for the week, so he's come to pick up Robby, and he brings their puppy who's still very shy but a lot less fearful nowadays.
All the Pittlings are cooing over the puppy, but none of them approach because he's practically hiding behind Robby and Jack, but then Park comes to say hi to Jack and Dennis is bounding into his arms for a hug, tail wagging.
All the Pittlings want to yank the puppy out of the big, scary man's arms and they're left even more shocked when Park laughs. An actual laugh, with a little smile, and he's hugging Dennis back while he strokes one of his ears. They cannot believe their eyes and they can't decide if they're more afraid for the puppy or jealous of Park who's seems to be the only other person Dennis isn't afraid of.
"You're ruining his big, bad reputation, pup," Jack says with his signature, amused smirk.
Dennis hesitates, unsure if it actually bothers Park, only for the surgeon to scoff and pull Dennis back into a side hug.
"They're the ones who are scared of me, it's not my reputation to ruin."
see cause my first instinct is to say omlll dennis at least TRY to hide how bad you want that cookie but then again with those all natural bottom yearning eyes he can't really help it can he
He's on his hands and knees, staring at a blank wall while his dick swings stupidly below him. In the back of his mind, he knows he should be doing something. Anything. Arching his back, moaning, asking for more, but all he can think about is this new, wet intrusion.
God, Robby makes this look easy and a lot more fun.
"Is that good?" Robby asks. He wiggles his two fingers around, and Jack's jaw clenches. "How does that feel?"
It kinda feels like he's taking a shit in Robby's hand, but that's not a very sexy thought, so he keeps it to himself. "Uh... I don't know."
Robby's fingers slip out of him. God, that did not feel sexy at all. Jack's face scrunches foolishly, and he's infinitely grateful that Robby can't see him from this angle.
"Lay on your back."
Fuck. Jack straightens out his face and looks behind him. "You said it was easier like this."
"Yeah, but I feel like I'll have a better time adjusting if I can see your face." Robby kisses the base of his spine. "I promise I won't let it hurt."
Jack sighs and turns over. His dick slaps against his stomach, and humiliatingly, has started to soften. There's more blood in his face than his cock right now. "Sorry," he mumbles.
Robby shakes his head and places a familiar around Jack's length, pumping with a practiced rhythm. He always makes everything look so simple; Jack would be jealous if he weren't so enamored.
"I think it's mostly my fault," Robby says. "I don't know what I'm doing. Never really been on this end of things."
A thin grin slides onto Jack's face. "Me neither." Robby knows that, but Jack likes when they learn things together.
The kiss Robby gives him in return starts out sweet but quickly turns to sloppy desperation. Not that it makes a difference to Jack; Robby's kiss is mind-melting no matter what.
Robby pulls away and mumbles against Jack's lips, "One more try, okay?"
Jack nods and makes himself comfortable. As much as he can anyway, his jaw clenches again as soon as his back is flat on the mattress, and he grips the pillow under his head like a lifeline.
"You have to relax."
"I am," Jack's voice strains. Robby looks at him, unimpressed. "Okay, fine. Give me a second."
He takes a few deep breaths, but they don't help much. Robby nipping at the inside of his thighs, however, is very effective. It doesn't take long before Jack is moaning and wiggling under the touch, and while he's distracted, Robby slips two wet fingers back inside.
"Shit," Jack gasps. It isn't any different from this position, but Robby working teasing licks up his dick helps.
Robby takes the tip in his mouth just as he curls his fingers causing Jack's grip on the pillow to tighten. "Oh, fuck."
Robby releases him with a smile. "That better?"
"Yeah," Jack says. Robby does it again, and Jack's shoulders roll instinctively. The full sensation is odd, but less miserable like this. "Way better."
Despite his answer, Robby frowns. "I don't think I've found it."
"Found what?"
"Your prostate."
"My what?"
"Do you not know what it is?"
"No, I do," Jack fidgets. Although he's only heard "prostate" in reference to an unfortunate unit in his Anatomy course and as something men in their 50s have to get checked for cancer. "But I don't see what that has to do with this."
A cute pout forms on Robby's face. "You hit mine all the time."
A shallow laugh ripples through Jack's chest. "My dick is bigger than yours."
Robby sticks his tongue out. It makes Jack laugh again. "You're no monster," he says. "And if you actually paid attention in class, you'd know it's not that deep inside."
"Well, it feels like you're scratching my fucking stomach," Jack groans.
A cute giggle erupts from Robby. "That's just because you're not used to it. Oh, wait." He flips his hand over, and for the first time, Jack does arch. "I didn't adjust my angle."
"Okay, well, I think I only have a couple more minutes of this left in me— Fuck!" A sharp bolt of pleasure shoots through him.
Robby perks up and presses the spot again. The pleasure is back, but more. There's a tingling running through Jack's veins; his dick throbs and spurts needy strings of pre cum onto his stomach. "Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus."
"That's it," Robby says proudly. "I fucking got it."
Jack's can barely hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. "I— Oh, fuck—"
"Don't fight it," Robby advises. "Just let me and your body do the work."
Jack nods for far too long. The room is swimming around him; all he knows is Robby and the electricity buzzing under his skin. Every press of Robby's fingers takes Jack farther into mindlessness. His hips jolt and purr like he's orgasming, but it's only building. He's never felt anything like this before.
A gentle kiss to the inside of his knee is all it takes for Jack to crash over the edge. He sprays so far it hits his chin, and he shudders like an earthquake for what feels like an eternity.
Robby works him through it, slowly lessening the pressure before pulling out entirely. He crawls up, pressing kisses across Jack's sternum on the way, and licks the release off his face. "Told you it was good."
Jack's nodding again. His mind is still missing for the most part, but he has enough sense to usher Robby farther upward.
"I'm fine," Robby insists. "Don't worry about me."
Trouble is, worrying about Robby has become one of Jack's favorite things. He tugs at his hips until Robby is kneeling over his head, heavy leaking cock perfectly in place for Jack to take in his mouth.
He still hasn't been able to master taking Robby's entire length, but he's getting better every day. Robby hums content above him, and that's good enough for Jack.
Swallowing what Robby gives him is still a struggle, but one Jack is happy to take on. He takes what he can and licks the edges of his mouth to make sure none of it goes to waste.
"You're getting good at that," Robby sighs. He makes himself comfortable at Jack's side, throwing his arm and leg over him completely and tucking his nose into the crook of Jack's neck.
Jack pulls him closer, pressing a gentle kiss in Robby's soft hair. "I try."
"You succeed," he sighs. "How did that feel?"
Vulnerable, terrifying, wonderful. Just like Robby.
Jack kisses him deep and slow as a thank you. "Good, we can do it again sometime, but I think I prefer taking care of you."
"Oh," Robby laughs. "I wasn't offering to give anything up."
Jack laughs too. He pulls Robby impossibly closer, and together, they rest.
The first time Jack gets to fuck Robby after their brief separation is so desperate it’s honestly pathetic. Jack blows his load in record time, but thankfully Robby thinks it’s hot so he doesn’t get teased about it.
Afterward, Jack is about to crawl out of Robby’s bed when Robby asks, “Is your bed really that much more comfortable than mine?”
Jack frowns. “I’m pretty sure everyone has the same mattress.”
“So why bother moving?”
Good point. Jack lays back on Robby’s bed, very careful not to touch him. It’s not an easy feat in this tiny bed, but Jack manages it.
That is, until Robby makes himself comfortable on his chest. He's warm and delightfully heavy. His arm wraps around to Jack's other side, and his tired fingers run the course of Jack's ribs.
It's kinda impossible not to touch someone who is lying on top of you. Jack's hand ends up resting on Robby's waist, but only because that's where it would fall naturally. Robby just happens to have put himself in the way.
After that, Jack sleeps in Robby's bed every time they fuck, which is most nights. Fine by Jack. Saves him from getting his own bed filthy, and for reasons unknown, he has been waking up more rested in Robby's bed.
It's been a long, boring day. Jack may have managed to scrape by with a passing grade on his biology exam, but he isn't overly confident. Nothing like a good fuck to take his mind off of it.
Robby is reading on his bed, wearing a pair of gorgeously tempting exercise shorts that show off the pale expanse of his inner thighs; Jack's head is already filled with fantasies of leaving purple bruises on them.
He drops his bag and beelines to Robby, who looks at him oddly. Jack has taken his usual position, holding himself on top, and is ready to latch his mouth to Robby's neck when his path is blocked by the book.
Jack groans and goes for the other side, but the hardcover smacks into his chin again. "I don't like this game," he mutters.
"Uh..." Robby lowers the book. His usual pretty blush is replaced by an almost sickly pale expression. "I don't think— I've been thinking..." He winces. "We should put this on pause."
Jack's heart sinks. "Why?" He's been good. He's been so good. Robby always finishes their time together satisfied, and Jack eats him out like it's his fucking job. His own orgasm has become his second priority.
"Well..." Robby gnaws at his bottom lip. It isn't as cute as it usually is. "One of the guys at the bar asked me out, like for real. We've been on a couple dates now, and I don't know, it's not serious, but I feel like I shouldn't be fucking you at the same time."
"Oh," Jack says stupidly. He wants to ask who this guy is; interrogate Robby about every detail pertaining to this guy. Not that it matters. There's nothing Robby could tell him that would make this guy good enough; no one on Earth is good enough for Robby. "Good for you. Or whatever."
Jack darts to the bathroom and takes a shower as an excuse to hide. The pit in his stomach won't go away no matter how hard he scrubs. By the time he's done, his skin has been rubbed so raw that even putting his shirt on makes him feel tender. He slouches over his desk and reads six chapters of his Biochemistry textbook even though he took that class last semester.
The next few weeks are as easy as a stroll through Hell. Jack can't tell if the time is sprinting or dragging by.
Robby goes out with that guy damn near every night, and he always comes back late, if he returns at all.
The tiny dorm is too big without him. Jack ends up running from party to party, hookup to hookup, like a chicken with its head cut off. Maybe he is.
Most times, he ends up faking his orgasm and throwing the condom away before the girl can see that it's empty. Jerking off doesn't help either. No matter what he tries to imagine, Robby worms his way in.
He stares unblinking at the porn mag in his left hand. The woman is gorgeous, with huge tits and a belly button ring Jack knows he'd like to tug on with his teeth, but it doesn't matter. His brain makes her chest flat, and the ring becomes the starting point for a thick happy trail. He cums, but there's an unsatisfied rock sitting in his gut afterward.
Nearly a month after he last touched Robby, Jack is lying in the dark, failing to fall asleep, when he hears a soft moan come from Robby's side of the room. It's been about a week since Robby last stayed out with his boyfriend, but Jack had been too cowardly to ask about it.
Robby's moans are like music to his ears. Jack's dick is fully invested within seconds. He reaches down and strokes himself to Robby's little gasps and pictures himself being the one to make them happen.
He knows the exact moment that Robby cums. It's breathy and beautiful no matter how much he tries to muffle himself with the pillow. Jack joins him not long after, though he's successful in a silent orgasm. He wipes himself somewhat clean with a dirty shirt and sleeps more soundly than he has in ages.
Jack initially planned on leaving the events of last night alone, but when he turns the corner, Robby is already awake and studying at his desk in nothing but his panties.
"Boyfriend not treating you right?" He asks.
Robby laughs shallowly and shakes his head. "We broke up."
Jack's heart pounds against his ribs. A heavyweight relieves itself from his shoulders, but at the same time, a storm cloud brews over him. What idiot would let Robby go? "When?"
"Last week."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Robby shrugs. "We don't really talk about dating, and I thought it would be weird to announce, 'oh, hey, we can fuck again.' Don't you think?"
"Yeah," Jack lies. Fuck weird. He could've been back inside Robby a week ago. He places a hand on Robby's desk and leans in close enough that his own breath bounces back off Robby's neck. "Why'd you split?"
A shy grin worms its way onto Robby's face. "It's stupid."
"I doubt that."
"It's petty."
"Tell me anyway."
Robby taps his finger on the wood, debating, then sighs. "He wouldn't suck me off."
Jack blinks. "What?"
"I don't know. He said he didn't do that, and well..." He looks up at Jack. Pretty long lashes flutter over his hypnotic eyes. "I figured that's a mistake you only make once."
Acid fills Jack's mouth; he doesn't like being a mistake.
"Don't worry about it," Robby says. "I'm not. There are other fish in the sea."
The thought of Robby going 'fishing' makes Jack want to throw up. He pushes the thought away by planting a wet kiss under Robby’s jaw; all thoughts of other men in his position fade away with Robby's pretty moans.
It's so easy to fall back into this pattern, like no time has passed at all. No one has ever come between them, or will.
Jack sinks to his knees, leaving a wet trail behind him. He pays special attention to Robby's nipples and happy trail as an apology for being away from them for so long. With each kiss, the bulge in Robby's underwear grows. It brushes Jack's chin as he licks at the waistline.
He massages Robby's thighs. They're so soft. Jack imagines staying here forever, content to worship Robby's silky skin and do nothing but pleasure him for all eternity.
When he moves to the other side, Robby's covered hard on kisses his nose. Jack stares at it as he sucks on Robby's unblemished skin.
...It isn't very intimidating. Jack has seen it before, so he knows Robby isn't offering anything he can't handle. Carefully, Jack lowers Robby's waistband. Robby lifts his hips and kicks the underwear away. He's red and leaking already. Jack's mouth detaches from Robby's skin with a small pop.
Robby's breath hitches when he realizes what Jack is thinking. "You don't have to. I know what I said, but I wasn't trying to convince you or anything. It's fine. I like what we do."
Jack looks up, but looks away just as quickly. Robby's pretty flush is too much to bear. He swallows. He needs to bite the bullet. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
He wraps his lips tentatively around the head of Robby's cock. It's saltier than he expected, but not bad. He tries to remember everything he's ever enjoyed when on the receiving end, but he's too overwhelmed to think. Especially with Robby's shuddering breaths and blunt nails scraping his scalp.
Jack sinks farther down and chokes with about an inch left. Jesus. Robby made this look easy. His dick has barely reached Jack's molars, and he's already gagging; meanwhile, Robby takes whatever he's given with no complaints except enticing tears that fill his eyes as he stares at Jack with need.
This is no place for pride, so Jack works his tongue over what he can and rubs the rest with two fingers. He sucks hard and tries to swallow all the pre cum, but Robby's flow is hard to keep up with, and he ends up with drool spilling pitifully out the corners of his mouth. It always manages to be hot when Robby gets sloppy; Jack hopes he's providing a similar experience.
He must be, he decides, because Robby's grip tightens and his breathing becomes more desperate. "Jack. Jack, I'm gonna—" He tugs at Jack's hair, which elicits a moan. Huh. Learn something new every day.
"Jack, seriously," Robby pants. "You need to pull off now."
That just makes him suck harder. Robby has always been so good for him. It's time he repaid the favor.
Except this is more difficult than it looked, too. Fuck, he has not been appreciating Robby as much as he should have been. Cum hits the back of Jack's throat and makes him sputter on instinct. He swallows what he can, but most of it dribbles down his chin and creates a pathetic puddle on the chair.
Jack wipes his face and, without thinking, licks his fingers clean.
"Jesus," Robby chuckles, breathless. "That's a sight for sore eyes."
Lightning shoots through Jack's spine. He stands, back ramrod straight, knees aching. "Good. Glad you liked that," he croaks.
Robby reaches for his boxers, but Jack steps out of reach. "Come on, I want to help."
"I'm good." Jack's vision is hazy. "Thanks though."
"Please? I like doing it, and it's been so long."
"I have somewhere I need to be," Jack lies. "So, I'm gonna go get ready."
He stumbles his way to the bathroom and lets the shower wash him away. The taste of Robby lingers in his mouth. There's a metallic undertone to it. Jack likes it. He hates that he likes it. Hot tears sting his eyes and blend with the water as they streak down his face.
Every minute in the pitt my man robinavitch is trying to take a piss and someone is standing in his way. won't somebody please think of his prostate? I NEVER stop thinking about his prostate and how i could contribute to the health thereof
whenever someone says that the writers made robby have underlying sexist bias "by accident" and "because the writers themselves have that bias", i want to scream. none of robby's character has happened by accident. he's been deliberately given a realistic bias by the writers in the same way mckay, ogilvie, javadi, whitaker etc all have. they're writing realistic characters to show that even the best of us can have these biases and ought to confront them.
every one of these biases is directly referenced in the plot. they are NOT by accident. at all. mckay is called out for her weight bias, ogilvie for his bias against addicts, dennis for his dismissal of female pain. all deliberately written in. LIKEWISE is robby's bias. in season one, it's a main plotline that ends in him apologising to mckay and saying that he should have listened to her when she told him that these girls were in danger. he admits he was wrong. this is written in the script on purpose with the same aim as the rest of the biases- addressing them head on. main plotlines are not accidental bias in the writers room.
im not saying the writers themselves have no biases- they're human like us and we all have them- but I'm saying that every part of robby as a character (yes, even subtle parts you think you're a genius for picking up on) has been written *meticulously*. this is no accident, it is careful scriptwriting.
this form of incorrect critique (because unfortunately it is completely incorrect to claim his misogyny is accidental) also does the job of erasing the fact that, of the nine writers, five are women, and four of those are women of colour. in fact, some of the episodes people hate robby the most in for his bias are ones written by woc. I *promise* you that they know what they're writing.
overall I find statements that ignore the canonical reality in that robby's bias is directly addressed in the show, in favour of calling the writers misogynist, is very disrespectful to the time, skill and nuance that they have poured into these characters- recognise their work at creating someone realistic.
you can analyse the characters and critique the writers absolutely! but make sure you know the content of the show you're analysing, and the nature and detail in which scripts are written- especially ones that sweep awards seasons.
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