Hey! I'm your new favorite nerdy boy. I'm 21 and french. I'm queer too. I love nature, literature, roleplaying,history, fantasy and i'm in a lot of fandoms. For me, culture is super important. I'm catholic (that's explain some of my repost, sorry)
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I rp with 18+ people with 18+ characters. I only use discord. I write at the 3rd person ,use tupperbox and around the discord limit (few paragraphs). I ask for few reply in a week. I usually prefer mxm pairing. I like fandom rp and fandomless one.
Jack started calling Robby "pretty boy" in medical school. It was teasing at first but morphed into something warm and affectionate. It always made Robby blush, even when he could agree that he was kind of pretty (usually only under duress). But now Robby is old. He's fifty-three. He has crows feet and his tummy is soft and bigger than it's ever been. Pretty is not a term he would ever even use in the same sentence as himself. Doesn't mean he doesn't go beet red and flustered, swatting at Jack when he comes in for handoff with an "alright, pretty boy. Walk me through this board."
I am once again thinking about loser top!Jack who cannot believe Robby is giving him the time of day.
Maybe Robby makes his “audition” before he actually lets Jack inside him by having Jack fuck a pillow to show him what he’s going to do.
Jack is so nervous. His legs are shaking and he can’t balance himself right, not to mention he’s trying to keep from blowing his load embarrassingly early. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. Especially with Robby correcting his movements and grabbing Jack to show him exactly how he likes it.
Once he’s done, Jack can feel the world spinning under him, but the heartbeat in his ears isn’t enough to stop him from hearing Robby give his approval.
“Next time you can fuck me,” he offers. “But this time just suck me off.”
i love just thinking about how robby and jack have so many children because robby truly loves being pregnant and a mother and everyone in the ER can tell he’s happier pregnant. so no one is surprised when robby is once again pregnant despite having like ten children. what’s one more to an already chaotic household?
@kinned-the-evil has some great posts about this!
But yesss. In a world where Jack and Robby have their first pup young… no one remembers what Robby looks like when he’s not pregnant.
Forever obsessed with how close Rabbot is, but also the very visible distance that Jack puts there to keep himself safe, which consequently keeps Robby feeling safe because we're close but you don't fully know my heart you don't know the depths of my vulnerability (but I kind of want you to), and seeing in real time Jack realize how much space there actually is when Robby and Duke shake hands, hold for a second, and both let their fingers trail.
Jack scrambled through his closet. Nothing fits him the way he wants it to; there's no way he could wear jeans and a T-shirt to see Robby again, but a suit would definitely be overdoing it.
He picks out a polo and slacks, business casual? Jack briefly debates sending a picture to John for approval, but he had already spent the whole morning making fun of Jack for fussing over his hair and shaving before he headed out to the airport. To pick up his mom. Oh, Christ, Robby was actually going to be in Jack's house.
Jack double-checks the kitchen and the bathroom. Once the spotless counters have been wiped down once more, he runs the vacuum through the house for the third time in as many days and realizes halfway through the living room that he's at risk of sweating through the one shirt he's deemed appropriate to reunite with the mother of his pup. He delicately drapes the shirt over the back of the couch and continues to pick up the nonexistent dust.
He mows neat lines into the carpet until an electric shot zips through him in the form of a tap on his shoulder.
Jack whips around and is met with John, who's wearing a no-good smirk. "Decided against the tie, I see."
A small snicker comes from over his shoulder, and Jack's heart sinks like a brick. Standing in the living room, in all his fifty years of beauty, is Michael Robinavitch, bright eyes gleaming at Jack and a pretty blush glowing on his cheeks as he takes in Jack's naked chest.
Jack swears under his breath and shoves the shirt on. He'd given John a key to use whenever he pleased, but of course the first time he's willing to use it is when Jack can conveniently make a fool of himself.
"Sorry, I um, I thought I had more time."
"I don't mind," Robby says.
"Ew, Mom."
"Hush. I didn't mean it like that." But the damage is done; Jack's cheeks have flamed to match Robby's own in tandem with small pride swelling in his chest. "Hi, Jack."
It's as if Cupid's arrow has reburied itself in Jack all over again. "Hi, Mikey."
Robby's glow becomes impossibly more radiant at the same time that John's jaw drops. "Mikey? I didn't know people called you that."
"One person called me that," Robby corrects.
Jack's palms itch. "I, uh, I got you these." He brushes past Robby to the kitchen and grabs the bouquet of sunflowers. "I thought I'd be able to answer the door with them."
"Oh, God." To Jack's horror, tears spring in Robby's eyes.
"You're not allergic to them now, are you?"
Robby shakes his head. He cradles the flowers to his chest. "You're still the perfect alpha."
"Only for you," Jack jokes lightly. "I've had a lot of complaints over the years."
Robby raises his eyebrows. "A lot, huh?"
"No, no— I mean—"
"I'm messing with you." Robby rubs his shoulder, and a warm buzz spreads through Jack's arm. "I didn't think you'd been living like a monk."
"Well, I mean, look at you," Jack sighs. Robby is impossibly more beautiful in person than the one photo let on.
"Oh, please," Robby waves a dismissive hand. "I'm not—"
"He does alright for himself," John interjects. "They were all losers, but there were some handsome losers."
Robby's eyes pinch shut. "Thank you, baby."
Hope rises. "So... you aren't currently being courted?"
John answers for him. "Nope. Not for a couple years now."
"John," Robby bites.
"And he's got maybe two more years before menopause really kicks off, so—"
"John!"
"I'm just saying!"
Robby shakes his head. "We have a lot of talking to do before anything like that gets brought up."
"But it could be brought up?"
"Go for a walk," Robby orders. "A long one. Get us dinner or something."
John rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath, but he still kisses Robby's cheek before he leaves. Jack gets a hug too; they've been doing that a lot. It's gotten them some odd looks at work, but Jack doesn't care. He'll let John be the one to tell people.
Once they're alone, Jack invites Robby to the couch. It feels like he's about to have a job interview in his own home.
"Sorry about him," Robby says. "He's become obsessed with us getting back together. Which," Robby sighs, "I imagine is my fault."
Jack's heart stutters. "Oh?"
"I— because it was my fault you weren't around when he was a pup," Robby clarifies. "I'm sorry about that, again."
Jack shuffles in his seat. "Why did you leave?"
Robby grimaces. "It seems silly now."
"Please."
"Your mother didn't like me." There's a sad air in his breath. "She didn't think I was good enough for you; no one did. You were this picture-perfect alpha, and I was too tall and gangly; I didn't have the right temperament. Everyone always said so, and it just got to me." Robby strokes the flower petals. "I thought I was doing you a favor. I didn't know I was pregnant at the time, I swear, but I didn't know what to say. 'Sorry for breaking your heart, pay for this baby.'"
Jack grips his hands together so tightly his knuckles turn white. "Well, I don't talk to my mother anymore."
"Is she dead?"
"Not that my brother has mentioned." Jack's jaw is so tight it hurts. "She kept saying how glad she was that we hadn't mated, and I was still praying you would change your mind. Haven't spoken to her in nearly twenty years."
"After all those years?"
"To this day."
Robby's tears return. "I'm sorry," he croaks.
Jack rubs his hands along his pant legs. "Did you ever consider telling me?"
"Constantly. Every doctor's appointment, after he was born, every milestone, every birthday." He gives a wet laugh. "I remember the first time he zipped his coat up on his own; I spent the whole afternoon debating if I should call you." Robby looks up meekly, then focuses back on the flowers. "And I did."
All the moisture in Jack's mouth evaporates. "You did?"
"Mhm. But you'd started your military service by then, so your number had changed."
"Oh, Jesus. I'm so sorry."
"That's not your fault," Robby says. "I never blamed you. This was all on me." A small smile curves across his face. "I used to pray our pup would be just like you. I spent my whole pregnancy imagining little curls and freckles, so as punishment, I ended up giving birth to my clone."
"I love it," Jack says. "You know I do. I always wanted a mini you."
"If I remember correctly, you wanted five mini-mes." He wears a full smile now.
"How could I not?"
"I can't believe you're even entertaining me right now," Robby admits. "It's proof you're too good for me."
Jack leans forward. He has spent decades hoping for this exact opportunity, and he's not going to waste it. "Before we ever met, if someone asked me to make my ideal mate, they wouldn't have been half as wonderful as you are. I couldn't have wished for a better mate, and I understand if you aren't interested, but I'd like the chance to prove that to you again." A nervous laugh rattles under his ribs. "I think our pup would like it too."
Our pup. He can't believe he gets to say that, to Robby of all people. It's a dream.
Robby wipes the stray tears off his cheeks. "You hear how crazy that sounds, right? I stole your pup from you."
"You did what you thought you had to," Jack corrects. "And John is perfect. You did perfect."
"I didn't. There were so many times where I fucked him up, so many times where you could've handled things better than I did."
"You can't look at that young man and say he isn't good. You know you can't."
"He gets it from you."
"How much leave do you have saved up?" Jack asks. "I bet a shitload; you never liked taking time off."
"Well..." Robby shrugs.
"Stay here for a while. In a hotel if you would prefer, but stay and let the three of us enjoy each other. We don't have to go any further than you want; we can just be cordial, but I would like some time with all three of us."
Robby bites his bottom lip. "Okay."
A weight drops from Jack. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I've wasted enough time."
Jack throws his arms around Robby's shoulders, squashing the flowers between them, but neither of them mind. They stay on the couch, crushed together awkwardly, making up for lost time.
Part two to the omegaverse Rabbot w Carter as their son (you’re gonna need to read the first one before this)
Before Jack knows what’s happening, Carter bends over and throws up on his own shoes. Instinctually, Jack leans forward and massages his own shaking hand along his back. “Are you okay?”
Carter nods, but he’s trembling too violently for Jack to believe him. “I need to call my mom.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up first,” Jack says. He ignores his aching knees and lands on the concrete to take Carter's shoes off for him, then leaves them on the curb. Jack places his hands on Carter’s shoulders and guides him to the bathroom.
"Thank you," Carter mumbles. "I could've done that."
Jack shakes his head. "I wanted to." Would've been nice to do it when Carter was five, but he'll take what he can get.
Carter rinses his mouth out in the sink and stares at Jack through the mirror. "When were— You and my mom, what..."
"Uh..." Jack scratches the back of his head. He laughs even though nothing about this is funny. "We met our last year of pre-med, courted for most of med school, and right before we graduated, he ended things."
Carter gives a small, shaky nod. "That adds up." He curls over the sink. "Oh, my God," he sounds like he might throw up again. Jack's hands retake their place on his pup's back. His pup.
"It's okay," Jack says. "Everything is going to be okay."
Wild, red-rimmed eyes meet his own. "I am going to kill my mom."
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
"You should want to kill him," Carter stresses. "I've told him about you. And I know for a fact he's looked on the hospital website; he's seen your photo. Fuck." He whips out his phone, but before he can make the call, Jack grabs his wrist.
"Not here," he says. "We should be somewhere more private."
Carter releases a heavy sigh but agrees. "My roommate isn't working today."
Heart pounding in his chest, Jack offers, "You could... come to my place."
They end up standing awkwardly in the entrance of Jack's home. He's now realizing how unwelcoming his house is; no photos on the walls, minimal decor, at least it's clean.
"This is neat," Carter says. He's being excruciatingly polite because Jack is sure the signed helmet his buddies gave him when he was discharged is of no interest to him. Still, telling Carter a bit about his military time fills the silence for a while, so he takes it.
To his surprise, Carter is genuinely enthralled. "That's awesome," he says. "I'm hoping to join Doctors Without Borders one day; maybe you can give me some tips on combat medicine before I go."
Absolutely not. Jack just got his pup; no way in hell is he sending him to get his own leg blown off. It must show on his face because Carter rolls his eyes.
"You're taking that as well as Mom did."
“Maybe wait until after your residency before thinking about that.”
Another eye roll. “Sure.” He sighs. “I’m calling him.”
“You should eat first,” Jack says. “It’s been a long day; you don’t want to have this conversation angry.” After decades of praying he’d run into Robby, now Jack feels sick at the thought of talking to him.
“Fine,” Carter says. “But I’m still going to be angry.”
Watching Carter eat the dinner he made gives Jack a foolish swell of satisfaction. He cleans his plate and thanks Jack softly; it takes a lot of strength to suppress the urge to kiss the top of his head or reach out for Carter at all. He’s so wonderful. Jack’s perfect pup.
Of course he’s perfect, Jack thinks; he’s Robby’s.
Jack is broken out of his daze when Carter’s phone begins ringing loudly. Before he can say that this isn’t a conversation to be had on speaker, the beautiful rasp that’s haunted Jack’s memories for nearly three decades sings through the house.
“Hi, baby. How was work?”
Jack’s mouth waters at the sound. He doesn’t know if he’s going to be sick, cry, or attempt to jump through the phone.
“Big day, Mom. Very big day.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Well, first, guess who I’m sitting with.” He holds the phone out to Jack, who gapes like an idiot.
“Uh…” his breath stutters. “Hi— uh, hi, Robby. How have you been?”
Jack isn’t certain what an appropriate conversation starter is when speaking over the phone to an ex who gave him a pup he didn’t know about until an hour ago, but he grimaces at his faux-casual tone.
A long silence stretches between them.
“John,” Robby says, finally. “Take me off speaker. Now.”
Their pup huffs, but does as he’s told. Jack twiddles his thumbs and pretends not to listen to the half of the conversation he’s privy to. Instead, he focuses on the low, unintelligible hum of Robby’s voice.
After a few minutes, Carter holds the phone out. “He wants to talk to you.”
Jack takes it with quivering fingers. “Hello?”
There’s a shallow curse through the phone, then, “Hi, Jack. Long time, no see.”
Hearing Robby’s voice, hearing the man he’s always dreamed of as his mate, say his name again brings tears to Jack’s eyes. “It’s really you.”
“That it is,” Robby sighs. “I’m sorry this is how we’re meeting again.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Jack says immediately.
“Sorry is the least I should be,” Robby mutters. He takes a deep breath. “So… what do you think of our pup?”
Jack can’t help but laugh. He wipes his cheeks roughly as the tears trickle down. “He’s perfect. Robby, he’s the best thing in the whole world; you should see him at work.” From the corner of his eye, Jack sees Carter’s posture straighten. “You did so good.”
“He just looks like me,” Robby says. “His personality is all you.”
“No. Everything I loved about you is in there.”
A sharp sob breaks through the phone, and Jack wishes so badly he could reach through the screen and hold Robby like no time has passed at all.
“I’m so sorry, Jack,” he cries. “I thought I made the right choice at the time; I really did.”
“What did I do?” Jack asks between tears. Poor Carter is pretending to be interested in the spice rack to avoid his newly found father’s sobbing. “What made you think I wouldn’t want him?”
“Nothing,” Robby sniffs. “I knew you would. I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left. I found out two weeks after, and it—“ He chokes on his own breath. “It felt too late to come home by then,” he croaks.
The tears burn Jack’s face. “It wasn’t.” He glances at his pup, who has moved on to inspecting his cereal options. “It’s still not.”
“Jack—“
“Could we meet in person?” Jack’s leg bounces anxiously. “I’ll pay for your ticket and a hotel if you’d be willing to.”
“I can afford it myself,” Robby says.
“No, I know.” Jack’s cheeks burn. “I, well, I just—“
“You never let me pay for anything,” Robby teases. “My alpha: the perfect provider.”
Jack’s heart stops when Robby calls him his alpha. He doesn’t care that it’s a joke; since the moment he saw him in the dining hall all those years ago, Jack has been nothing but Robby’s. “Please let me.”
There’s another beat of silence, filled by Jack’s heartbeat thrumming in his ears, then Robby says, “Thank you, but I’ll pay for it.”
Jack deflates. Maybe Robby has mated in the years since Carter’s graduation, or he’s being courted now, and his current alpha will snap at Jack to back off. “Okay.”
“I’ll book a flight and text John the details.” He sighs again. “I really am sorry, Jack.”
“Don’t be,” Jack says again. “I’m handing you back to Carter, uh, John.”
John says his goodbyes and shifts from foot to foot, picking at the hem of his scrubs. “So, should we play catch or something?”
Jack smiles, raw and exhausted. “We can do whatever you want.”
He shuffles on his feet a little longer, then shyly extends his arms toward Jack. Despite his old, tired knees, Jack launches himself up and wraps his pup tight against his chest. He fits perfectly.
Mmmmm studding (aka omegaverse forcemasc) and make it Rabbot
Robby is the prettiest omega on campus and for his alpha he picks Jack. Which is controversial because Jack is also an omega.
Not that he wants to be. He’s been beating back those expectations with a stick for as long as he can remember, and to his mother’s dismay, Jack has always been very open about the fact that he would never mate an alpha.
He’ll admit, he’s not quite where he wants to be. He’s happy with his general appearance, and the soap he spends too much money on to cover his sugary scent with something more wooden. Ideally, he’d like to gain about 30lbs worth of muscle, but he’s not stupid enough to turn down the most perfect omega he’s ever laid eyes on. Especially not when said omega could help push him along.
Jack does all the things modern alpha’s have left behind. He holds open every door, pays for everything, and even has the privilege of putting Robby’s shoes on for him. He kisses Robby’s knee and admires his beauty from below.
When Robby deems his behavior to his standard, Jack gets to eat him out or finger hypnotizing noises out of him. On one particularly good night, Robby sucks Jack’s little omega dick until he cums and licks up the mess Jack leaves behind on the chair.
“Can’t wait for this thing to actually work,” Robby says. Jack agrees.
When Robby’s heat arrives, Jack is like a man gone mad. He never lets his omega want for anything. Robby is fed, washed, and satisfied before he can ask for it. He takes Jack’s fake knot beautifully and mutters about needing the real thing.
It flares something in Jack’s chest. “I’ll give it to you,” he says. “It’ll grow and I’m going to keep you bred. No one is going to remember what your stomach looks like flat.”
That alone wrings another orgasm out of Robby.
As a reward, he lets Jack fuck him with his cocklet. Embarrassingly, “fuck” is a bit of a stretch. Jack ends up grinding his hips against Robby’s pussy until he cums and then eating him out again.
Robby wraps himself around Jack’s chest and plays with his soft dick. “Don’t worry.” He kisses the underside of Jack’s jaw. “I think it’s already growing.”
Jack’s chest puffs with pride and he pulls his omega closer.
A few weeks later, Jack’s (hopefully last) heat arrives. He wears special underwear that only allows his dick to show and no matter what he pleads for, Robby refuses to touch him where he needs it most.
“I’m not gay,” he says. “I’m not interested in touching another omega. Where’s my alpha?”
“Right— right here,” Jack pants. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t mean it.”
“I know you don’t,” Robby coos. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll take care of your rut.”
For the first time, the sound that comes from Jack is distinctly more growl than purr. Robby beams and does his best to ride Jack’s dick.
It isn’t easy, given the unfortunate lack of length, but it feels so so good. Jack is moaning and growling, gripping harsh bruises into his omegas hips and biting large hickeys over his shoulders.
By the last day, his cock has tripled in size and he can mount Robby properly. He’s perfect. Blissed out, drooling on the pillow, leaking around Jack. His knot still hasn’t formed, so Jack shoves two fingers in alongside his dick when he releases, and Robby squirts at the sensation.
Jack wants to eat Robby out again, taste his real release inside his omega for the first time, but Robby refuses.
“It’s mine,” he pouts. “You said you were going to breed me.”
“I am,” Jack promises. His body isn’t quite there yet, but they’re a bit too young for pups anyway, regardless Jack relishes in the thought of him having a real chance at getting Robby pregnant.
They wait for Jack’s “knot” to go down, afterward Robby licks the mess off Jack’s cock.
“Only a few more cycles,” he murmurs, kissing the tip. “Then you’ll be ready to mate me.”
“I’m ready now,” Jack growls. He loves the way it rumbles in his chest. He cards his fingers through Robby’s soft hair. “It’s my body that’s playing catch up.”
Robby kisses him and deliciously tastes like both of them. “That’s my perfect alpha.”
The rumble returns. “Yeah.” Jack nips Robby’s bottom lip. “I’m your alpha.”
