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hffffff thinking about dennis who likes to bite and kiss all over robby's belly, like he'll just pounce on robby the second he has a chance, shove his shirt up (and ideally completely off), and bury his face in his tummy. robby used to be embarrassed about his body, about the way he had a round stomach and squashy chest, but it was quite hard to stay embarrassed when his thirty years younger boyfriend was practically foaming at the mouth whenever he showed any skin.
robby was permanently covered in hickies, blotches of purple and blue and faded green over every slight stretch mark, over his chest and around his nipples, on the apex of his belly, on his small love handles, everywhere. once dennis got his hands and mouth on him, it was a long time before he'd consider his work done. truthfully, dennis was never sated when it came to robby's body. he just found him too hot, too soft, the pudge of his skin too enticing... to dennis, robby was like a banquet he couldn't stop getting seconds from, and where he always had room for more.
the hottest way they'd ever gotten each other off wasn't even traditional fucking per se, it was... well. robby being taller (and all round bigger) than dennis meant that when dennis sat in his lap, his head was perfectly tucked under robby's chin- and that meant that when dennis humped and humped against his boyfriend's delightful belly, he could bite down on the soft skin of robby's shoulder as he moaned in pleasure. robby, in turn, had the full weight of his own stomach plus dennis pressing down on his leaking cock, practically massaging it as his boy thrusted needily.
it had been heavenly, moaning brokenly into each other's ears as they rutted into one another, dennis drooling as he pressed his cock into robby's tummy over and over, letting it sink into his gut as far as it was able- and god, it felt good. they came at the same time, all over one another, and dennis watched in a daze as drips of his cum slid down the ample curve of robby's belly, leaving faint white trails in their wake. robby was still panting beneath him as dennis shifted and shuffled and set to work licking it all up, lightheaded at just how fucking hot robby was. every inch of him, perfect, gorgeous, tailor made to make dennis lose his fucking mind.
all this positive attention has robby doing things he hasn't done in decades. he lounges around the house with his shirt off quite happily, relaxing without a care in the world and without the voices that had used to linger in his head telling him he wasn't good enough, that anyone who was with him deserved a better body. those were well and truly gone. he half wondered if the act of him taking his shirt off and reclining on the sofa, arms above his head, and belly, chest, love handles all fully exposed, was like a magnet to dennis, since it never seemed to take more than five minutes until there was a weight straddling his thighs and leaning down to kiss him and fondle him.
robby feels pretty damn good in his body these days.
the way teenagers are treated these days is wild. when i was a teenager we were all watching porn, jerking off, and going to horror movies with 3000 gallons of blood. Nowadays they make kids get a permission slip to watch anything darker than Barney the Dinosaur. Insane.
& then for some reason people fixate more on "ugh these teenagers just want to be treated like babies!!! teenagers are to blame for the rise in puritanism!!!!!" than how this is a very obvious example of ageism and the increased control over a socially vulnerable and exploited group
I think a commonly overlooked part of this coddling is that it teaches kids and teenagers to be afraid of things they don't need to be afraid of, which is exactly how they end up as "puriteens". I remember as a child being terrified to change the channel on the tv because I had ended up with the impression that seeing even seconds of an R rated movie or tv show would give me nightmares. And then as a tween every time I saw swearing I felt sick to my stomach because I had been taught such a thing is bad and harmful. I think I would have suffered less if I hadn't been raised with everyone around me acting like mature media was so bad. By the time I was a teenager I had figured out this was bunk, but understandably a lot of people don't. By making this whole system worse and stronger you have teens who have been told that seeing explicit or dark media Will Harm Them, and so they act in ways that would be appropriate if it really was the info-hazard it's implied to be.
^^ never heard anybody specifically talk about this but yeah. parents acting like sexual or any "dark" content in a story or show was going to put bad things in my head that were going to be there permanently just gave me a deeply distressing sort of contamination anxiety
I’ve got an itch in my brain and it looks vaguely like a jack abbot x male reader request with kink prompts 7 and 8 🧐🧐 (maybe a sprinkle of abo if you’re down for that 🫣)
Sweet Jack.
Your puppy tries to be good for you, he really does!
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Sweet Jack.
You smell him before anything else, a honeyed, spice-tinted smog that infects each breath you take as you toss your keys into the bowl on the kitchen table. It’s late, far too late for him to still be up. You’d honestly been expecting for him to be fast asleep, but the soft whimpers that seem to echo from your shared room tells you otherwise.
It’s a rare day, Jack taking a day off. The word ‘heat’ flickers through your mind before you can stop it, instincts amplified by the scent of your lover’s slick wafting through the air. The screaming in your hindbrain of ‘MATE’ grows louder as you make your way upstairs towards your bed.
However the hell you expected to find him? It wasn’t like this.
Jack, clad in pink lace, writhing around in a nest, made of your clothes, on your bed, rutting desperately into a useless little toy. Slick coats the nest, the ‘shlick-shlick-shlick’ of his cock fucking into a fleshlight mixing with his whimpers. The second Jack is alerted that you’re home, your scent and the weight of your gaze burning into him, he lets out a sob of your name, thrusting up into his toy.
“Fuck- please, fuck, alpha!”
Jack whines out, his gaze meeting yours. Pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, already dripping out of the confines of the fleshlight. It seems as though he’s been at this for a long while, and the thought sends a small hit of distress (and arousal) through you. A soft coo leaves you as you try to soothe your needy omega, immediately reaching up to cup his cheeks in your palms.
“Shh. Oh, honey. What happened?”
Another hiccuping sob leaves Jack as he leans into your touch, hips twitching upwards.
“W-wanted to be good. Wanted to be pretty for daddy when he got home, n’ then I forgot- I forgot, n’ it hit me, and-”
A low whine builds up in his throat as he attempts to explain, and you card your fingers through his hair, gently shushing him.
“You’re so pretty. So pretty for me, puppy.”
You catch sight of his black leather collar, just barely hanging out of the bedside table, and you huff, amusement filling you at the knowledge that your boy had been too distracted to clip it around his neck. You trail your hands down his face to his neck before pulling away, drawing a louder whine from him as you make your way over.
Collar in hand, you gently push Jack backwards until he’s resting on his arms, looking up at you. His scent spikes, pupils dilating as you take control.
“Can I put this on?”
Enthusiastic nods answer your question, and you slip the collar around his neck, fastening it until it’s snug against his throat. You watch as Jack swallows, Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he waits for your next command.
Your hands, as they often do, find purchase in his curls. You tug at his hair, bringing him forwards. You release him, and a click of your tongue has him on his hands and knees, ass in the air facing you. A smile makes its way onto your face as you run a finger down his spine, feeling the texture of the lace that partially covers his body. Your finger hooks in the elastic strap of the bra that stretches across his pecs, pulling it back before letting it snap against his back, drawing a soft whimper from Jack.
“You gonna be good?”
You ask, murmuring softly as your hands reach up to massage his thighs. Jack doesn't respond until you ‘tsk’ softly, after which a soft “fuck,” leaves him. You ‘tsk’ again, palm coming down against his ass. Jack jolts in place, holding in his protests.
“Yes or no, puppy. It’s a simple question.”
Jack nods in response, and you bring your hand back up. Before you can bring it down against him again, he blurts out a desperate “Yes!”
“Fuck, I’ll be good, m’ good!”
You laugh, gently bringing your palm down, both hands now gripping his asscheeks. You squeeze, rubbing him in circles.
“I know. Puppy’s always so good, huh?”
Jack whines in assent, and you click your tongue as you spread him, placing a kiss on his tailbone before you pull his panties, which are soaked with his slick, down just enough to display his rear. And then your tongue makes contact with the rim of his hole. He jumps, but your hands are pressing him down so he can’t get far.
You lick a broad strip up from his perineum to his hole, savouring his excited shudders and whimpers. Your tongue licks circles against the tight ring of muscle before you’re pressing it inside him. Jack gasps, and you give his ass a warning squeeze before you start to fuck him with your tongue. It’s an easy penetration, his muscles already loose and lubricated from the slick that’s gathering in his crack. Jack is vocal, to the point that you’re sure that despite the soundproofing, your neighbours ten units down could hear him. His curses are only barely muffled by the pillows that his face is pressed into.
“Daddy,”
He whines, thighs twitching as he tries to rub his still fabric covered cock against the mattress.
“Hurts!”
You pull away, which draws a groan from his throat, which turns into a yelp as you grab him, flipping him onto his back. You bring the heel of his palm down to grind against his cock, which leaks like a faucet into his panties. No longer restrained by you, Jack thrusts up against your hand, movements hurried and desperate, trying to chase his release. His moans grow louder as he grows close, but as his cock twitches, you pull away. A sob tears through him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he writhes under your gaze.
“S’ not fair, I need it!”
You grab the O-ring attached to his collar, cutting him off as you yank him forwards until he’s sitting up, and he lets out a small choked noise. You smile down at him, cupping his chin in your hand.
“I want you to beg for me, puppy.”
Jack opens his mouth to speak, stumbling over his words. Before he can blink, you squeeze his jaw, and you spit in his mouth.
“Not good enough. Faster.”
You watch Jack swallow, hearing the small whine he lets out.
“Try again.”
This time, Jack’s mind is clear.
“Please- please, f-fuck, I need you to fuck me, I need you, daddy, I need it!”
You swipe at the tears running down his cheek with your thumb, before pressing the salty digit into his mouth. You let him suck for a moment as you press him down against the bed, hand on his chest, before you reach down to tear his panties away from him. You pull your pants down, boxers just low enough to free your aching cock. You swipe your hand up his crack, coating it in his slick, before lubing yourself up with it. Jack moans around your thumb at the sight, and you smile as you press your tip against his hole.
Jack opens up easily enough, and it only takes a few gentle thrusts until you’re buried inside him.
“I’m going to fuck you now, puppy. Is that okay?”
You remove your thumb from his mouth, and he moans in response.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“Ye-es!” he wails out, and you snap your hips forwards. Jack’s moans are drawn out as you fuck into his needy hole, practically sucking you back in every time you pull backwards. Your hands find purchase around his neck, squeezing him as you snap your hips forwards.
“No more words, pup. Just feel, yeah?”
Jack can only nod enthusiastically as you press your thumbs into his throat. Not tight enough to fully cut off his airway, but just enough so that the noises that do leave him are wheezes. The sound of skin against skin blends with your combined moans and breaths, a harmony of your passion. Jack’s throat vibrates as he tries to talk, and you pull your hands away, only to pull at his collar, forcing his head upwards.
“Puppy wanna speak? Huh? You got something to say?”
Jack chokes out a moan as he curses, trying to swallow down air.
“Close, f-fuck. I’m-”
You tighten your hold on the collar, cutting him off, one hand pulling his good leg up and over your shoulder to get a better angle inside him. The next time you snap your hips forwards, the moan that leaves Jack is near sinful.
“That’s better, isn’t it?”
You say, voice deceptively soft as your cock hits his prostate with every thrust. Jack’s cock is leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, a small pool of the liquid gathering on and seeping through the lace stretching across him. You finally let go of his collar, tugging softly on the O-ring as it makes its way down his torso. You squeeze his pec, and then your fingers wrap around his dick.
Jack yelps, trying to thrust into your fist, (unsuccessful, due to you holding his leg over your shoulder.)
“Ple-ase, i’m so c-close, I’m so-”
You twist your hand up around his tip, and he’s cumming. The feel of him clenching around you is enough to snap the coil of pleasure that was gathering in your gut, and you snarl as you bury yourself inside his ass, filling him. You fuck into him a few more times, trying to get your cum as deep inside him as possible before collapsing down on top of him. Jack groans, your weight on his cock a delicious kind of torture. You look up at him, chin on his chest, reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his forehead.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
You crack a small smile, content to just lay with your omega for a little while.
a hucklerabbot fic where jack and robby have been on-and-off a hundred times over the past decade.
the two of them figured it was better to just be off all the time now. it was undeniable that they cared about each other. jack loved robby, robby loved jack. they would remain in each others lives forever, even if it was only as friends and coworkers. quitting each other simply wasn’t an option. it was just that they never seemed to want the same thing at the same time.
except they both wanted dennis.
it was so like them to finally agree on something in the most incredibly problematic way. and it wasn’t like they could hide their attraction from the other. robby knew what jack’s transfixed, dark eyes meant. jack knew what robby’s arm brushes and fond looks were about. they’d both been on the opposite side of their ex’s affections enough to recognize the signs of it.
they argued between themselves for a while, not wanting to rope dennis into their complicated affair. jack insisted the kid was into him, on account of how eagerly he volunteered for nights. robby countered with the fact that dennis sought him out any chance he got.
they decided they both would just ask him out. he would say yes to one of them, the rejected one could lick their wounds, and they all could move on.
neither of them were prepared for dennis to so enthusiastically say yes to both.
Jack and Robby who are in a decades-long (let’s be real probably longer than that) situationship. It starts sometime when they’re in college, and “ends” around the time Jack goes off to the military. Cause Robby doesn’t want him to go, he thinks it’s foolish, a suicide mission basically and to Jack that’s the whole point — I think Jack has a lot of unaddressed issues maybe it’s family baggage maybe it’s mental health problems maybe it’s a combo of that and a naive belief that he can somehow make a difference. I could see him having a misplaced sense of patriotism until he’s exposed to the realities of war — kids fighting kids, dying in ditches for a country that views them as weaponry — and so he goes and when he comes back he’s…different. Mature in the way trauma makes you mature. In the way that losing your leg makes you mature.
They dance around what they used to be. Never outright talk about it cause there’s nothing to talk about. What they had was a college fling (they used to trace the slopes of each others faces in the dark, used to murmur about the future and it somehow always had an undertone of togetherness in it — their futures, their jobs, their home, all indisputably intertwined) and it’s best to keep it that way. Jack marries his wife, Robby has hookup after hookup after hookup hoping to soothe the raw edge inside him. Jack and Robby grow closer with the obvious line drawn that they can’t be anything. Because Jack has his wife and Robby has whoever and still they’re not talking about it not even when Jack’s wife dies.
Not even when they hookup in the days following the funeral. Jack needs the comfort of familiarity and Robby needs to be needed.
But it keeps happening for months.
And they still don’t talk.
They have a bad fight. The hookups end. It didn’t work out the first time why did they think it would this go around? But they still fight. About everything, about Robby’s refusal to seek help, about Jack’s refusal to see he’s just as messed up but hiding it behind the argument of ‘well at least I go to therapy’ , about the hospital and their place in it and then most random of all about Dennis.
It’s obvious they both harbor a ridiculous crush on the boy. Robby’s touches lingering just a little too long — Jack’s flirty comments not having their usual undertone of jest. It becomes a competition to see who can make the boy blush harder and eventually they decide the only way to win is by asking Dennis out.
And poor sweet Dennis thinks the two are together. He sees the fond looks they share, the warm regard they have for each other, hell even the way they argue is so similar to his parents who have been married for over thirty years and so Dennis says yes to both because obviously they come as a package and Dennis wouldn’t want it any other way anyways.
Smth smth Dennis ends up requesting the two fuck while he watches. And he’s so nice when he asks about it, batting his big blue eyes up at the pair and they’re helpless to say anything but ‘of course’ — besides it’s not like this is new territory. They can do this — fuck and have it mean nothing. But the catharsis it brings is something they don’t expect. The odd comfort of Jack back inside Robby after so long, murmuring out broken bits of praise while Robby arches back into it and realizes that this is what he’s been searching for in all those previous hookups.
And Dennis’s presence isn’t off putting. It feels right to have him in bed beside them, watching with wide eyes and a red face as he palms himself through his boxers. Making cute stuttering whimpers as Jack pulls him into an open mouth kiss and then instructs him on how to touch Robby.
It’s nice.
Even more so when in the morning they wake up and Dennis is snuggled between them, snoring quietly, bathed in the pink glow of the morning sun. And when they catch each others eyes over the boys slumbering form they realize maybe they can make this work.
trinity santos: gives a homeless guy she's known for 15 hours a place to stay and then covers his share of the rent for 10 months while he finishes school, consistently worries he'll be taken advantage of because he's a nice guy never mind the fact she's literally letting him live with her rent free, identifies and scares the shit out of a child molester where the system is otherwise failing, talks a stranger who attempted to end his life into seeking help, doggedly pursues a potential child abuse case and when she's wrong accepts it without pushback and turns her attention to treatment and being a good doctor, turns away from her charting that's stressing her out to go comfort a friend who lost a patient, invites mel out to do a stress relieving activity after what she sees is an incredibly taxing day, etc etc etc
some random tiktok commenter always: oh my god i can't stand santos she's so mean to everyone
yeah but imagine a fic where robby and abbot date before robby comes out as trans and transitions into a guy. Like. They're just a stereotypical hetero couple but then jack leaves for the army and is away for almost a yearrrrr dude and when he comes back Robbys all shy and nervous about meeting him at the airport because he has a surprise and Jacks like 'shit was she pregnant??? did i get my gf pregnant then leave for fucking months???' and he lands and he sees the most drop dead gorgeous doe eyed dude waiting with flowers. Like. And Robbys all nervous because he's sorry he didn't tell Jack about the change but he felt it would be easier to handle in person and he still loves him so much and Robby understands if Jack doesn't want to continue the relationship- Bisexual Jack is in tears because holy shitttttt Robby looks so comfortable and happy in his body and also he's so freaking handsome and now he has a cute tall twink bf.
anyway sorry for ranting i want to get around to doing a lil comic but UGH transmasc robby my heart
thank you the pitt season 2 for having so many complex female characters that i'm overwhelmed with all of the representation. thank you the pitt season 2 for having representation of a character who struggles with sexual assault trauma and a self-harm addiction. thank you the pitt season 2 for depicting a rape survivor in a beautifully careful and loving and respectful light. thank you the pitt season 2 for unflinchingly depicting the way that women and women of color are spoken over in professional settings despite their expertise. thank you the pitt season 2 for having gentle male characters like donnie and dennis and mateo for men and boys to look up to and emulate. thank you the pitt season 2 for refusing to soften the ugly realities of suicidality and mental illness. thank you the pitt season 2 for refusing to be silent on the kidnappings and murders of people of color at the hands of a state-sponsored terrorist organization. thank you the pitt season 2 for including people and languages from all around the world. thank you the pitt season 2 for bringing awareness to the epidemic of violence against women. thank you the pitt season 2 for appreciating nurses, particularly in a time where nurses were and are fighting for fair treatment. thank you the pitt season 2 for depicting religious solidarity at a time of incredible hatred and vitriol particularly against jews and muslims. thank you the pitt season 2 for depicting addicts and recovering addicts with empathy and love. thank you the pitt season 2 for repeatedly emphasizing how the current administration's gutting of funding for medical programs and healthcare has and will continue to brutally kill people.
thank you the pitt season 2 for emphasizing that there is no replacement for real human minds and real human empathy.
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