I'm Fruity! This is my Pitt side blog! I tried to make it aesthetic just for the fun of it all!
I write, draw, and edit!
I'm going to try and post more drabbles and rambling on here and reblog pitt stuff! I'll reblog all my Pitt stuff from my main on this account too!
I'm always looking for Pitt mutuals!!
Dni: Racist, Support ai, Fascist, Homophobe, Minor, all the usual stuff.
I accept drawing and writing requests!
My main ships and favorite characters are:
Hucklerobby
Rabbot
Hucklerabbot
Jemma
Mentos
(Really any Santos ship)
Dennis whitaker
Santos
Mel
Emma
Joy
Robby
You can request stuff for other pairings and characters but I may or may not be down to do it! (Im open to basically all Pitt Yuri though)
My hard limits in writing (for myself) are:
Rape fantasy
Het smut (sorry I just can't do it)
Incest
Piss/shit
Anything involving an adult and a minor!!!
There's probably more but whatever!
Aside from the drabbles I write fics published on ao3 aswell!
My Pitt fics are:
Alone With Our Guilty Hands | Hucklerobby | completed | 26k words | there was only one bed, getting together, masturbation, religious guilt, frotting, Mutual pinning, internalized homophobia
Wrapped In You | Hucklerobby | completed | 10k words | Halloween fic, sharing clothes, praise kink, mutual pining, getting together
No One noticed | Hucklerobby | Ongoing | 19k words | Robby finds Dennis instead of Santos, religious guilt, angst, internalized homophobia, happy ending, hurt/comfort
Credits too: @/cafekitsune for the beautiful dividers!!
Liking or disliking a ship or a character isn't activism and it never will be. I'm really sick of being preached to by people whose action starts and stops at liking a character.
What about … John Carter being Robby and Jacks adopted son/ Robby got a girl pregnant before him and Jack started dating, who is dating Dennis.
But…
Carter hasn’t been spending anytime with Dennis lately. Dennis tries to understand really he does, he knows med school is hard and that you really don’t have time for much. But Carter makes time for his friends… just not really for him.
Dennis was heading over to the Abbot and Robinavitch house hold, wanting to spend time with his boyfriend, even while he studied.
But to his surprise John was not home, but his two fathers were.
“Hey kiddo! Did John not tell you?” Robby welcomed.
“Oh- no he didn’t,” Dennis’s gaze drifted over to the kitchen where Jack was cooking dinner.
“You are welcome to stay, Jack is cooking up some dinner.”
This wasn’t the first time John had done this, but it was growing increasingly frequent.
Dennis was so upset, he sat quietly at the dinner table, eating the food his so called boyfriend’s parents cooked.
He didn’t notice how the two older men kept glancing at each other, how they seemed to be talking about him.
They knew their son was being an asshole, they knew their son kept choosing other people over his boyfriend. It upset them greatly because Dennis was is sweet boy, a good kid, and he was also a resident at the hospital they both worked at.
They didn’t like how their son kept treating Dennis, they didn’t want such a cute boy to go to waste.
-
When dinner was finished, and they all helped clean up, they moved over to the living room.
Squished together on their couch, Dennis sat between the two men as they both drank a beer.
“You seem down Dennis, anything bugging you?” Jack asked. He already knew the answer to that question.
“Oh- yeah, it’s kinda stupid, just-.” He could feel tears brimming in his eyes, “John just keeps doing this, it makes me feel so stupid.” He continued.
“It’s not stupid, baby. He’s being a real ass,” Jack said, his hand rubbing Dennis’s thigh.
“You don’t deserve that,” Robby’s hand was on his shoulder. Dennis hadn’t even noticed the movement.
“It’s really nothing, I think I’m just overreacting,” Dennis chuckled, wiping away the few tears that fell.
“It’s not, Den. He’s supposed to be your boyfriend, he should be taking care of you and spending time with you.” Jack’s hand moved up his thigh, getting closer to his crotch, giving it a soft squeeze.
“He doesn’t deserve you. You’re too sweet for him.” Robby’s breath ghosted his ear, his hand resting against his neck.
“Why don’t we show you how it feels to be treated right? Doesn’t that sound good baby?” Jack’s mouth was inches away from his ear.
speaking my truth bc i’ve been in and out of fandom for a long time but i’m always surprised and a bit put off whenever people add robby into hcs only to grossly and willfully bastardize his character just so that dennis could get with their fav in the end
back in old fandom days people would NOT cross lines like those or enter into another ship’s territory to make your ship appear ‘better’ unless it’s tagged super clearly. if there was going to be a 3rd party plot device (or even a 3rd party in general) it would always be a made-up oc. but a lot of this fandom seems to get a kick out of making robby a cartoon villain and throwing all his canon traits away so that he could be an asshole to dennis and so dennis could choose someone else
and all of that to still tag hucklerobby… why do that if you’re clearly just going to disrespect his character or make him into an oc anyway
Okay okay this is niche and far fetched but please hear me out.
Hucklerobby as hybrids Dennis is a lamb: soft, downy and shy. He's always been the black sheep not fully welcomed by his heard. Robby is a big strong weary sheep dog hybrid who's life feels monotonous.
That is until Dennis arrives Robby's instantly drawn to his long pale smooth limbs; his fuzzy ears and tail. He smells like lanolin, grass, and honey; always sticking close to Robby when they're out for grazing.
At night when all the sheep sleep in a big warm pile pressed against each other Dennis is always pushed away to the edge.
One day in late autumn, the chill has started set in, Robby awakens, quickly getting ready to pounce, hearing someone shift around in the dark. He bares his teeth and growls. That is until sweet Dennis pops out from behind a hay stake looking terrified and apologizing profusely.
Robby has never been one to talk but he can't help but assure Dennis and apologize when he sees him standing there, trembling, looking so tired, small, and cold. "No no its fine just caught me off guard is all don't cry little lamb."
"Thank you..." Dennis says, wiping his tears, shivering again.
Wordlessly Robby beckons him closer, watching him hesitate before shyly curling up beside him.
Robby who hasn't felt the warmth of another in close to a decade (especially someone so delicate and wooly) immediately takes to the new arrangement, pulling him close against his chest.
His tail wags for the first time in years.
After that the old sheep dog can always be found with his pretty lamb beside him.
NSFW Really sheltered blushing virgin Dennis and perverted Robby being so into it.
After a few dates Robby guides him back to his bedroom... Dennis nervously jokes how he never thought he'd do it before marriage.
Robby chokes but keeps moving forward trying to laugh it off.
And once Robby has helped him strip down, he sits on the edge of the bed his pale thighs squeezing together and looks up at the older man through his lashes. "So I suppose you'll be the husband and I'll be the wife?"
All of Robbys blood rushes downwards he's never felt so guilty and so horny in his whole life. If he believed in hell he was sure that's where he'd go.
Dennis frets over him as he sits down staring into the abyss trying to will away his pulsing erection. "Are you alright Robby?"
They barely manage to do anything that night, as they both finish seconds after they get their hands on each other.
At first, Robby feels awful, he doesn't mention it again for weeks; just trying to pamper and spoil his sweet naive boyfriend.
Thinking he's doing Dennis a favor by shielding him from his lecherous thoughts.
For once he's grateful for his old age; as it helps him not pop a bone everytime Dennis comes near.
That is until he comes home one night to find Dennis humping against a pillow, wrapped with his sweatshirt, whimpering his name.
Pedigree omega hybrid Dennis who is used to being primped and preened and trotted around at shows. He sits there patiently and is mostly just happy to get by-product/pseudo affection from being combed and having his ears and tail fluffed up and smoothed back down again. His tail wags slowly while he smiles and his eyes scan the rest of the contestants and the visitors.
Sometimes he gets in trouble because he just really likes to run around properly, and that's not what these shows are about. So when he's taken for walks outside during breaks, sometimes he makes a little dash for it. He always comes back! He's a good boy! He just really wants to get rid of all his energy, and he's never entered into the agility classes even though he'd love to run through tunnels and jump over tiny hedges!
Jack and Robby who decide to take a break from their medical conference and take a look around the city. Robby's speaking role is finished and neither of them have much interest in networking, and there's a show event going on at the ground floor of the conference centre.
"Don't make that face. You were the one who said he was bored."
"I said I didn't want to network with anyone that Gloria recommended. I said it would be nice to see more of the city than the inside of our hotel room-"
"Not usually what you say-"
"I didn't say I wanted to see some poor creatures being paraded around in a thinly veiled flesh market."
Jack's smirk softened, tilting downwards to match his gaze.
"Yeah, I know, Mikey. But I - I have to admit I'm curious, you know?" The silence carried on for a beat longer than approval or understanding would suggest. "Oh, don't make that face at me. I'm not - I don't want to go just to gawk. I guess. I wanna - I dunno, educate myself. Be more informed. I'm not trying to endorse it, I'm trying to understand it."
Robby grimaced, sighed, but let his legs follow Jack as they made their way down past the floors hosting the medical conference, shoulders tensing as the most obviously off-duty doctors and nurses made way for people dressed far too immaculately for their dirty business.
He tuned out as Jack paid the almost-certainly exorbitant entry fee, pulled a grimace at the receptionist who handed them their passes, and let Jack lead them into the unknown.
****
So far, everything had passed him by in a kaleidoscope of swirling fur particles, the scent of anxiety and excitement and, very occasionally and very troublingly, arousal, and a cacophony of noise that the comparatively staid lectures on emergency response times hadn't prepared him for at all.
They had passed all the trade stands selling any number of pseudo-science bullshit alternative hybrid medicine, treats to keep them sweet (Jack's mouth had become thin and tense as they passed), and eye-wateringly expensive insurance plans for the apparently pampered darlings being shown off.
The darlings themselves were all confined to little booths where they were all either napping or sitting on little stools while being combed and spritzed and tweaked like they were nothing more than a doll's companion toy.
Most of them didn't seem interested in Jack or Robby, or any of the visitors strolling around. Even when they weren't sleeping, their eyes were half-lidded and slid over them like water over smooth rock.
The one exception was a lithe, curly-headed puppy with big blue eyes with oddly pronounced bags underneath them that strangely did nothing to detract from the cheerful disposition.
He had a small smile on his face and one of his ears flopped at the tip as he looked around at all the new faces coming and goin. His tail kept up a permanent, steady wag, and Robby could tell the moment the omega made eye contact with Jack, because suddenly they lazy wag was threatening to become a small cyclone.
"Hi!"
His voice was bright and eager, and Robby was resigned to his fate as soon as he saw Jack's answering grin start to spread across his face, changing it and making his eyes sparkle in that incorrigible way that Robby loved so much.
"Hey, buddy." Jack loped closer, hands in his pockets like he was capable of concealing his excitement from Robby at all. "You're looking very handsome today."
The kid beamed from between the pecking fingers of his handler, who paid no more attention to Robby and Jack than he did to his hybrid as he fussed and fluffed over his hair and the area where it weaved together with the soft curls of the fur on his ears.
"Thank you! I got grass seeds in my ears today." There was an ever so slight downcast to his voice and eyes, tail wagging slowly almost imperceptibly.
"Oh yeah? They stick like hell, you manage to get 'em all out? Don't want an infection setting in if you miss any."
The omega started to nod, but the movement was abruptly halted by his handler grabbing at his soft, perfectly-groomed ear and turning it inside out.
"I think we got them all, didn't we Dennis?" The man mused, pulling Dennis' turned-out ear this way and that, angling it towards the light.
His head lolled with the movement, eyes still on Jack and flicking once briefly over to Robby, who had been standing back, hands in pockets and eyes vaguely absent, letting Jack take the lead in the conversation. When he saw the kid looking at him, he summoned a weak smile and was rewarded with a tail twitch and a brightening of the kid's own expression.
"Denny, how have you managed to get knots behind your ears since I last did them?"
He spoke to Dennis, but rolled his eyes at Jack as he took a fine, metal-toothed comb to the incredibly soft, crinkly fur at the base of Dennis' ears and started to pull briskly through it. There was a slight tightening at the corners of Dennis' eyes, but no complaints.
"I've never handled one that hates being indoors as much as this one. Constantly pestering to go outside, and then he runs off half the time."
"No I don't!" This gets Dennis nothing more than another roll of his handler's eyes. "I always come back, it's not like I'm running away! I just - like to run around. It's not the same thing."
Jack doesn't know why the poor kid is looking at him like he's imploring him to believe him, but he feels the inexplicable need to reassure.
"Hey, I get it, kid. If I don't get out for a run or some time on the court at least once a week, I go stir crazy."
"He's not lying. It's insufferable."
A small, delighted sound leaves Dennis' mouth at Robby's dry interjection, and Jack is strangely satisfied to see both of them pink up a little bit. Robby's shoulders are starting to inch down from where they've been hunched up near his ears, and his eyes have those particular crinkles they get when he's looking at something or someone he's fond of.
Jack couldn't have anticipated that it would all be shattered so quickly.
"So, are you in the market for one?"
There was half a second where the question didn't quite register, and by the time reality caught up and comprehension sank like a stone in his belly, it was still too late for him to reach over and somehow forcibly close the man's mouth.
"Hybrids are a lot of work, but they're rewarding, especially if you're looking to get a litter out of them. You have an alpha you're looking to stud? Denny's fit for breeding and his owner is considering offers."
Robby's face falls like a cave-in at the narrowest point. His eyes dim and cast around for something else to look at while his lips tighten. Jack knows the signs all too well, knows when he's looking at Robby trying his very best not to take his rage out on or in front of someone who doesn't deserve it.
Jack doesn't think the handler will ever suspect just what Dennis' presence has saved him from, but he does have the time to feel a dull but keen ache in his chest at the sight of the hybrid's devastated face as he watches Robby walk away and Jack turn on his heel to follow.
He hesitates for a second, torn between watching the impossibly tense line of Robby's back and staying just a little longer to -
To do what? To rescue Dennis? One of countless unfortunate hybrids in the country, one of hundreds in this conference centre?
Jack swallows as he wonders whether the law would count it as theft or kidnapping. Chastises himself because he knows damn well what the answer is before the thought even ran its course.
He lifts his eyes to meet Dennis' blue, suddenly hollow ones. Feels like he owes him that at least.
Hi! Here is part 2 to Rabbot fic - My Dad’s Best Friend. (6.4k words)
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The weather finally made a turn for the better; the rain had come to a halt a week ago. Fall weather is finally coming back after a week of straight heavy rain.
Michael had just finished his final midterm, waiting off to the side for his friends. He had met a few people from his courses, and they had formed a study group on the side. He saw Mallory and Henry come out of the exam room at the same time, waving at them from the bench.
“Oh my god, Robby, that exam was utter bullshit,” Mallory started, slumping into the spot next to him, leaning on him.
“Mall, it wasn’t that bad. You just skipped one too many study sessions,” Henry sighed from in front of them. “I’m just glad they are over for the next few weeks,” Robby chuckled, rubbing Mallory’s shoulder.
“Are you coming to Allan’s party? You said you would,” Mallory, looked up at Robby, batting her lashes at him. “I really want you to come.” “Ok, Ok. I’ll come,” Robby chuckled, shaking her and standing up.
“It’s tomorrow, right? What time?” Robby said, extending his hand for Mallory to grab. “It starts at 10, you remember the frat house? Allan’s hosting it with his frat brothers,” Henry replied.
The three of them walked to the front lobby, parting ways as they got their rides. His dad was, of course, late again; he wasn’t sure if his father would even make it to pick him up.
The weather was fine to walk in that day, so he figured he could just walk home or catch the bus. He checked his pockets for change, not finding any, really, only gave him one option, and that was to walk. It really wasn’t too far, maybe an hour walk if he kept a good pace.
It wasn’t anything new from his father; he knew it was bound to happen again. A boy could wish that his father wouldn’t choose work over him.
He zipped up his jacket and pulled out his Walkman from his backpack before he started his way back home. If he left now, he’d make it home before dark.
He hit the power button of his Walkman, slipping on his headphones as he began his walk, and a Nirvana CD started playing as he walked out of the building.
His mind wandered as he walked the sidewalk, thinking of Jack. How the older man would not have done this to him, how he would go out of his way for him. He wanted to call the older man the second he realized that, for another time, his father wasn’t coming. He knew if he were to ever call and ask for Jack, the man would be there in a minute. He would drop anything for him, and Michael knew that.
Michael’s father was at work, of course, leaving him alone again on the weekend. He knew his father wasn’t scheduled, meaning he chose to go to work and cover for someone, instead of spending time with him again.
It wasn’t a shock to him; this was a regular occurrence, but it doesn’t mean there isn’t a sting each time it happens.
Robby was still in his PJs, roaming the hallway to make his way to the kitchen. He passed the halls, seeing the pictures of him, throughout the years, the ones his mother had left up before she disappeared.
He saw the note on the countertop before he even set foot into the kitchen. He scoffed and sighed to himself before walking in. He grabbed the note, reading it, it says the same thing each time, that work needed him, that he left money on the counter and that he loves him.
He knew it was bullshit; it's always bullshit. He won’t dwell on it; there was no point. There was no point in feeling sorry for himself.
He distracted himself by studying for the upcoming classes that resumed in a little over a week. He had time to at least get a head of the game, making his workload easier for future him. He longed in his PJs for most of the day, and he stayed in his room, sat at his desk, headphones in while flipping through his textbooks.
He spent hours face buried in his textbooks, taking notes as he went chapter to chapter. He can’t begin to care how much time had passed; he checked his watch for the first time in hours, realizing it was going onto 1800, and he should probably start to get ready.
He fixed his hair one last time before heading out. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeve. It wasn't anything special, just something basic to blend in at the party.
Michael honestly didn’t really want to go; the frat parties on campus always get so rowdy, always way too many people in the house. He knows to show up because Mallory will harass him about it for a long while; she’ll never let him live it down.
He grabbed his Jacket, leaving a note for his father if he were to arrive home before him. Slipping out of the house, making sure he has everything he needs.
There was a subway station just down the road, and the train took him straight to the frat houses near the university.
The subway was packed, as it usually was on a Saturday night. Michael stepped into the train, looking around for a free seat. There were a few here and there; he found one that was open near a door. He sat down beside a little old lady, smiling at her as he took a seat.
His hand made its way to his necklace, fiddling with it as the train continued to fill with more people. He usually isn’t this anxious on the train; maybe it was the anxiety the crowded house was bringing him. He is going to be a little late to the party, not by too much. He would just bury his worries with the alcohol once he got there.
Slipping off the train and walking the 3 minutes to the house was the longest part of his trek. He could hear the music blaring from a distance once he walked up the stairs, leaving the train platform.
His two friends waited for him inside. He walked up the front steps, moving past a few people. He slipped inside, wandering around, trying to spot his friends. He stopped by the kitchen, grabbed a solo cup and poured in some type of liquor from the pile.
There were people all over, drinks everywhere, and the house was already becoming a mess. Michael took a swig of his drink, grimacing at the taste of the liquor. He made his way towards what he thought was a living room; it looked like one, but no one could be sure what a room was in a frat house.
He saw Henry’s red hair, and next to him was Mallory. She looked like she already had too much to drink; she was all over some random guy. Michael watched as Henry kept a close eye on her, holding her arms whenever she got too touchy. Michael approached them, “Hey! I couldn’t find you guys!” he could barely hear himself over the loud music and the others talking. “Hey, Robby! You took so long to get here,” Mallory yelled, stumbling over her words, giggling at Michael. “I know, I’m sorry. But I am here now!” Robby chuckled at her pouting, taking the empty seat beside Henry.
They chatted for a while until Henry suggested they go and play beer bong, getting bored of sitting on the couch. “ Come, you both, let's play! Robby here needs some more alcohol in him! Look how tense he is,” Henry laughed, reaching both his arms out for his friends to grab.
Michael helped Mallory up, helping her walk towards the table. “Hey! Can we play next? Robby and I?” Henry asked two frat boys. “Fuck Yeah!” Michael heard some guy yell from the other side.
Michael is absolutely shit at the game, leading to him having to drink a bunch of the solo cups. He could feel the alcohol start to kick in soon after the game started. His aim was getting worse as it continued. He and Henry lost horribly, laughing at their loss before returning to Mallory.
Robby watched Henry bring Mallory back to the living room area. She needed something comfortable to sit on. Robby had offered to get her some water to help sober her up.
He looked around as he walked to the kitchen. He could see couples kissing and groping each other in every room he passed. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, but his mind drifted to Jack.
Jack had been on his mind for ages now; it had worsened after he spent the night at the older man’s house. He craved the touch of the man.
Seeing the other people touching each other like that made him crave the older man. He wanted Jack more than ever. If he were home, he would’ve shoved his hands down his pants and stroked his cock at these thoughts.
He wanted to call the older man; he wanted to be in his presence. It didn’t matter if he touched him; he just wanted to be in the older man’s vicinity.
He tried to push the thoughts away; he didn’t want to get hard while he was at this nasty frat party. He walked to the counter to get a clean, empty cup, turning the sink on to fill it with water. He got himself another drink before downing it; he just wanted the feeling of need to go away.
He held both cups in his hand, taking sips from his while making his way back towards his friends. The house was getting more crowded by the hour, making it harder to move around. The heat of the house was growing, making the alcohol hit harder.
Michael could feel himself getting drunk; he wasn’t supposed to since he had to make his way back home after the party. It was getting worse; he kept brushing against people. He could barely see where he was going, getting dizzy as he passed each person. He couldn’t find the living room area, being intoxicated and the crazy amount of people in the house. He couldn’t find anything in the house; he wanted to find an exit to get out of the claustrophobic environment.
He looked around frantically, feeling the nausea from the consumption of the alcohol. He wanted to leave at this point; he had no idea how much time had passed trying to find his way out. He didn’t have many options; he could walk home, call his father, or call Jack.
He knew there was no point calling his father; he won’t answer, and walking home isn’t safe in his state.
He walked around more, finding a landline before finding his friends. He knew Jack’s number off the top of his head, having called him many times before for different reasons.
The phone rang twice before a dishevelled Jack picked up the phone. “ Hello?” “Hi Jack, um. Can you come get me? Please?” he pleaded to the older man.
Jack could hear the loud music blaring through the phone; he could hear Michael slur his words, and there was a hint of panic in his tone. That alone brought Jack up and ready to get up.
“Sweetheart, where are you? I’m getting ready to come and get you,” Jack asked. Michael could hear the brief sound of Jack moving around while still on the line. “ I’m at a frat house near campus. I don't know the exact address. I’m trying to find my way out, but there are way too many people here. Jackie, please hurry.”
Maybe it was the alcohol giving him a boost of confidence, adding the last part in. His lustful thoughts towards Jack were getting too much to contain. It was most definitely his teenage hormones and the alcohol flowing through his system.
“I’m coming, sweetheart. Can you try to find an exit? I'll be parked outside waiting for you. Don’t leave with anyone who isn’t me,” Jack said before hanging up the phone.
Robby could feel his cheeks start to turn red, not from the alcohol, but from Jack talking to him over the phone. He could feel the heat creeping up all over his body, tingling at the thought of Jack touching him.
He wanted nothing more than to have Jack’s lips against his skin with his calloused hands roaming his body. He wanted Jack to hold him.
Michael looked around, trying to find the front door. He moved past people quickly, excusing himself as he walked past or into others. His friends no longer thought to him. The one thought consuming him was to get to the front door.
Hands were on him as he walked, hands brushed on him, past him; it felt like a never-ending cycle for the door. It felt so out of reach that he couldn’t even tell if he was moving.
His hands were against the wall whenever no one was pressing against them, helping himself trail out towards the door.
By some miracle, he was able to get closer; he passed the kitchen and walked through a hallway before he could see the front door. He ran towards it, needing the fresh air. He didn’t know how many people he accidentally hit; his other priority was to get out.
He pushed past the last few people blocking the exit, not bothering to excuse himself. He could see the bright lights from a truck. He hoped it was Jack waiting down by the sidewalk for him.
He stepped outside into the cool air, looking around with his blurred vision, trying to see if it was Jack.
He spotted the older man’s black truck, making his way down the front steps and running towards it. He had a huge smile on his face, excited that Jack gave up his sleep to come and get him.
He stumbled to the truck’s door, yanking it open. The truck’s light illuminated the interior, showing him, Jack’s face. The smile never left the young man’s face, it grew bigger after seeing the older man.
Jack chuckled, watching Michael’s clumsy movements, “Hey, sweetheart, get in.” He patted the seat, having a soft smile on his face.
With a huff, Michael threw himself up into the truck, easily following whatever Jack asked of him. He buckled up, getting comfortable in his seat before looking over at Jack. He had a goofy smile on his face as his eyes looked over the older man’s face. He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed for staring, but that’s something he can worry about in the morning.
His eyes followed the flow of the man’s face, staring into his auburn eyes, going down his freckled face, down to his lips. Michael bit his lip as his eyes wandered, unaware of what he was doing, so immersed in the older man. His eyes fell to his clothes, the man was wearing a tight black long-sleeve, showing off his bulging muscles, his defined pecs. Michael could feel drool start to form; he couldn’t trail his eyes down anymore.
He looked back up at Jack’s face, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol and from the older man. “Mikey? Hun, are you ok?” Jack pulled him out of the trance he was in. The older man tried to act concerned, but he saw the smirk plastered on his face, and he saw the changed look in his eyes.
“M Hmm, I’m just great,” Michael chuckled, leaning back against the seat, watching Jack’s movements. The older man started the truck's engine, pushing in the clutch and moving the gear shift, the veins in his hands bulging out. Michael watched the movements, moaning softly at the sight.
The truck started to move, and Jack heard the soft moan that the boy let out. He looked over at the intoxicated boy, lust taking over him. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but move his hand from the gear shift to the boy's thigh.
Michael let out a soft gasp, looking up at Jack with droopy eyes. He brought his own hand onto the other’s hand, gently brushing his fingers over it. Jack gave his thigh a squeeze, smiling softly at him. “Oh, Mikey, what am I going to do with you?” Jack sighed, glancing over at the boy.
Before Michael could think, the words came out of his mouth, “Anything you want.” He gave the older man an open invitation, leaving it for interpretation. Michael gently moved Jack’s hand up higher to his thigh, slowly creeping it up, allowing the older man to pull away if he wanted to.
He waited for the older man to yank his hand away, but that never came. He squeezed his thigh once again, resulting in Michael moaning softly. Jack kept his gaze on the road in front of him, driving down the dimly lit streets. Michael spread his legs apart as Jack’s hand got closer to his groin, giving the man more space for his hand.
Michael’s breath became ragged, the tension in the car with the older man made him hot, and the air became heavy. Each squeeze to his thigh sent blood rushing to his cock, he could feel it slowly start to chub. He kept moaning at the sensation of Jack’s hand on his thigh.
“Jackie, please.” Michael didn’t know what he was pleading for; he only wanted Jack to keep touching him. He looked at Jack with puppy eyes, willing to do anything to get Jack to keep going.
“Mikey, baby, I don’t know what you are asking,” Jack started to tease the younger man. He watched a pout form on Michael’s face, smirking as he watched the younger boy get frustrated. He went to pull his hand away from the boy's thigh, only to have it pulled back down. “N-no.” Michael led it back down onto his thigh, just above his groin.
The smirk on Jack’s face never leaving, “What did you want me to do, sweet boy? Tell me.” His hand was feathering over the boy's groin, his fingers grazing the fabric of his pants. He watched as Michael’s breath hitched each time his fingers feathered over his clothed cock.
“I want you to touch me, please, Jackie.” The look Michael gave Jack was sinful, the boy looking up at him, as he spread his legs even more for the older man. With the confidence from the alcohol, Michael took Jack’s hand and brought his fingers into his mouth.
Jack couldn’t help but groan in response. He felt the boy suck on his fingers as he steered the truck with his other hand. They hit a stoplight, the light looming over Michael. Jack broke his gaze from the road to look over at the boy. He watched as Michael pulled his fingers from his mouth. His spit covered his fingers; a string of saliva attached from his mouth onto his index finger. Michael moaned at the loss of the weight in his mouth, fluttering his eyes open to look directly into Jack’s eyes.
“Jackie, are you going to touch me? Are you going to touch me when we get back to your house? I am going home with you, right? Don’t make me go home all alone.” The words from Michael’s mouth shot right down to the older man’s cock. He should feel disgusted about what he is doing with his best friend’s son, but someone has to look out for little Mikey.
Jack coressed the boy's face, thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheek. “I don’t know, baby,” Jack smirked as Michael whined beside him. He was just teasing the boy. He had planned to bring him back to his place the second the boy called him.
“Please, Jackie. I’ll be good for you,” Michael moaned out, parting his lips as Jack’s thumb brushed his lip. He took the man’s thumb into his mouth, sucking it softly.
Just as the light changed, he pulled back his thumb and moved his hand back to the gear shift. “Ok, sweet boy.” Michael bit his lip, smirking. He grew squirmy as the truck started to roll down the street.
Once they were in a set gear, Jack’s hand made its way back to the boy’s thigh, gently moving his thumb to rub the inner side as he drove. He inched his hand higher once again, brushing his thumb over the boy’s cock, feeling how hard the boy was.
A soft moan came from Michael’s mouth, his hands gripping the older man’s wrist. “Is this already too much for you? So whiny,” Jack mocked the boy. He listened to the moan as he put more pressure on his groin. The boy shook his head, biting his lip as moans tried to escape.
Jack felt the boy buck into his hand. He slapped the boy’s groin, earning a loud moan. “Stop that, keep taking more than I give you, and I’ll stop.” Jack’s voice was firm, not breaking his gaze from the road. He heard the boy mumble out a form of an apology as he settled back into the seat.
“We are almost at my house, just a little bit more. Can you be good for me for the rest of the drive? Don’t make me regret being this kind to you.” Jack looked over at Michael, listening to his heavy breathing, seeing him nod. “I need words, baby.”
“Y-yes. I promise I’ll be good.”
It didn’t take long for them to pull into the garage. Michael sat in the truck waiting for any instructions from Jack. He wanted to be good for the older man, scared that he would do something wrong, and the man would stop.
“Mikey, unbuckle your seatbelt.” Jack finally said as the garage door began to close. He followed the instructions quickly, automatically following the words from the older man.
He watched as Jack got out of the truck, the man walking to the door, signalling for him to come. Michael quickly reached for the handle, throwing the truck’s door open, scrambling to close it and make his way over to Jack. He could feel the precum form on his tip, the anticipation of knowing what might come, driving him crazy. He rushed to Jack’s side, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell him what to do.
Jack smiled at the boy, pulling him into his side, placing a soft kiss against his hair. “Let's go inside, sweet boy.” Jack took Michael’s hand and led him inside his home. He waited for the boy to take off his shoes and coat, following after him, removing his sneakers.
Jack walked past his mud room, heading towards his kitchen. He could hear the sounds of Michael’s feet padding against the carpet. The sound came to a halt once the boy stood by the island, across from Jack. “Come have some water, you are so flushed. Are you hot, baby?” A glass of water was placed on the countertop. Jack motioned towards the cup, eyebrows raised as Michael was frozen in his spot.
“What’s wrong, baby? Can you not lift the glass?” Jack taunted. Michael shook his head, starting to walk towards Jack on the other side. He could feel his heart beating like it was outside of his chest. He stood to the side of Jack, with shaky hands, he picked up the glass, bringing it up to his mouth, taking a sip.
He felt Jack’s hand on his back, his body shifting closer to him. He felt Jack’s hand move slowly down his back as he drank the water. “That’s it, baby,” he felt Jack’s breath against his ear, his grip tightening on the glass.
Michael pulled the glass away from his mouth once he finished the water. Water dribbled down his chin, Jack’s free hand coming to wipe it away. The younger boy moaned at the feeling of the man’s calloused fingers against his skin.
The boy turned to face Jack, and he looked into Jack’s eyes. He stepped closer, bringing his hand to Jack’s chest, holding the material of his shirt in his hand. He placed his head onto his chest, sighing. Jack’s hand was back on his back, slipping into the back of his shirt.
The feeling of the man’s fingers grazing the soft skin on his back made him moan, whining into the man’s chest. “I know, baby. You’re just so needy.” Jack’s voice was laced with fake sympathy; he wanted to work the boy up.
Jack’s hand tracked down his back, slipping into the waistband of the boy's underwear. The younger man’s breath hitched as he felt the warm hands spread across his ass. Jack pushed Michael closer, feeling his hard cock against his thigh.
Jack’s lips grazed the boy’s ear, his lips feathered over his hair, slowly making it down to his face. The older man started to kiss down Michael’s face, achingly slow. He could feel Michael trying his hardest not to press his clothed cock against his thigh.
Jack took one hand off the boy’s ass, kneading it with the other hand. His hand gripped the hair on Michael’s head, turning his head towards him.
Michael moaned at the feeling of his hair being tugged, his grip on the man’s shirt tightening. “Look at me, baby.” Jack pulled his head back, smirking at the state of the boy. There was drool at the corners of his lips, his eyes droopy, already blissed out with the little Jack had given him.
“Has anyone touched you here?” Jack asked him as he looked down at the boy's lips. Jack’s face is inching closer to the younger man’s. “N-no, nerver.” Michael breathed out, trying to close the gap between them.
Jack’s lips brushed Michael’s, staying far enough away for their lips not to actually touch. “Poor thing,” Jack hushed, smirking. “I don’t know if we should do this, Mikey.” Jack watched the boy let out a sob.
“Sshh, I know, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Jack finally closed the gap between him and the boy.
Michael gasped at the feeling, kissing the older man back the second he felt them on his. His hands moved to hold the back of Jack’s neck, his fingers grabbing at the curls. He pulled the older man closer, whining into the kiss. Jack kissed him slowly, taking his time with the boy, savouring his sweetness.
He pulled away from the kiss, wide-eyed Michael looking at him with his lips parted. “How would your father feel when he finds out his only son is whoring himself out for men?” He watched the boy moan at his words, squeezing his legs together to find any friction. “I only do this for you. I only want you, Daddy.”
Jack yanked Michael back to him, slamming his lips against the boy's, thrusting his tongue inside. The boy’s soft lips were addicting, thrilling, knowing no one else had tainted the 18-year-old. The boy kissed horribly, so new to this, not knowing what to do, trying his best to follow what Jack was doing.
“Slow down, baby,” Jack mumbled against the boy’s lips. The boy whined in response; he wanted to be good for the older man. He looked up at the man, lips covered in spit, “Please keep going, daddy.” He pleaded with the older man, gently tugging at his curls, pulling him closer.
How could Jack say no to the sweet boy? His hand left the boy’s ass, travelling up to his other hand on the boy’s hair. He tugged Michael closer, biting at the boy’s lip. He opened at the bite, opening his mouth to let Jack’s tongue in.
Michael could feel his cock leaking in his underwear, moaning as Jack’s tongue grazed his teeth. He pushed his tongue into the older man’s mouth, moaning as he felt Jack suck his tongue. His hands lost in the older man’s grey curls, gripping them tightly.
Jack’s hands were back on his ass, slipping inside his pants. He pushed the boy’s groin into his, not stopping the kiss as Michael moaned and trembled in his hold. The younger man began to rub his groin against the older man's, moaning as the older man squeezed his ass, deepening the kiss.
Michael was getting dizzy at the feeling; his cock throbbed caged in his underwear, the friction doing nothing to help. “D-daddy, please. I need more,” he whined into the kiss. He pulled away to look up at Jack, pleading with his eyes. He had drool all around his mouth for the kiss, eyes watering from need. He needed Jack to touch his cock, to touch something more.
Jack freed one of his hands, bringing it to the front of Michael’s pants. He cupped his cock, watching as Michael trembled in his hold, moaning into his neck. “You want me to touch this? Come on, Mikey, this small thing?” Jack squeezed hard on Michael’s cock, watching him wither in his hold.
“Y-yes, please, daddy. I need you to. I’ve wanted you to touch me like this for years,” Michael admitted. He wanted nothing more. Jack’s hand continued to play with his clothed cock, watching as the younger man grew closer to an orgasm. He watched his legs tremble, slamming his legs together as Jack’s hand squeezed.
A sob erupted out of the boy, hands on the older man’s biceps as he squeezed his legs together. “D-daddy, please. I can’t,” he sobbed into Jack.
“You’re so desperate, it’s pathetic, Mikey. I can’t even play with you for long,” Jack taunted him, pulling him off of him. The boy had tears in his eyes, wanting to be in Jack’s hold again.
Jack began to walk away, heading towards his room, not looking back at Michael. He knew the boy would follow him; he knew the boy needed him.
“N-no. Daddy, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave,” Michael sobbed, following after the man. His cock throbbed, his lips sore from the bites and kisses from the older man.
Jack was sitting on the bed, Michael walking towards him, standing between his legs. “Look how sad, poor thing just wants to be touched.” He grabbed the boy’s hands, pulling him closer.
“You want me to touch your cock. Is that right, baby? You want daddy to play with your cock?” He gripped Michael’s pants, yanking them down.
Michael gasped, leaning forward as his cock freed, hands landing on the man’s shoulders. “I want you to touch me in your bed, the bed I used to sleep in with you.” Michael moaned as Jack slapped his cock.
“Take your pants off, baby. Go sit on the bed,” Jack was firm with his words, his own cock throbbed in his pants.
Michael moved to the side as he took his pants and underwear off, tossing them to the side before scrambling onto the bed. Jack could hear the boys' loud pants, his soft whines as he sat patiently on the bed.
Jack turned his head to see Michael. The boy had his legs spread, precum dripping down his cock, his tip red and angry. His cock had hair, dark brown like everywhere else, just neatly trimmed. He still had his socks on and his long sleeve. He looked so needy sitting there waiting for him.
“Poor thing, your cock hurts, doesn’t it?” Jack moved to the side of the bed before shifting closer to Michael. He heard the boy whine, seeing his cock spurt out precum.
“Oh, look at that, how pathetic.” He mocked the boy, seeing how desperate he was for anything, anything Jack would give him.
“Please, daddy. Touch my cock.” Tears streamed down the boy's face, and his hands gripped the bedding. The room was dim; only the light from the lamp was on. Jack could see the tears on the boy's face.
“Look at me, baby.” The older man brought his fingers to the boy’s lips. “Spit”
The second Jack’s hand touched his cock, he threw his head back, and his hips bucked out of reflex. “F-fuck, d-daddy,” Michael moaned into Jack’s shoulder.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Jack shifted closer, whispering into the boy's ear. With his free hand, he slipped it inside the boy’s shirt, fingers grazing over his nipple.
Michael’s sweet moans filled the room. He had managed to squirm so much that his face rested near Jack’s chest, with his body on the side. There was drool dripping down his face onto the older man’s shirt, his mouth open from all the moans.
“No one’s ever touched you like this before?” Jack asked, placing kisses on the boy’s neck.
“No, Daddy, only you. I only let you.” It was barely coherent, each word was followed by a moan as Jack’s rough hand stroked his cock.
“Do you touch yourself like this, baby?” Kissing the boy's neck, pulling his skin between his teeth, sucking it.
“Y-yes, I touch myself thinking about you. I only think about you.” Michael moaned. Jack’s fingers pinched his nipples, his thumb slipping over the slit of his cock.
“You cum to the thought of me, baby. How sweet. Are you going to cum in my hand? Be a good boy and do that for me?” Jack asked, his hand speeding up. Loud moans escaped from the boy’s mouth, drool dripping down his chin.
“A-ah, d-daddy,” Michael gasped, pressing his face against Jack’s shoulder, gripping onto the man’s biceps.
“That’s it, baby, hmm. Come for daddy. Show me how good you are,” Jack whispered into his ear, feeling him tremble in his hold, moaning loudly one final time before his cock shot out his cum.
Jack milked his cock, watching as the boys squirmed in his hold. Michael’s cock softening in his hand. That didn’t stop him; he spread the cum all over the boy's cock. “Daddy, too much,” the boy mumbled.
Jack brought his cum covered fingers to Michael’s mouth, tapping his fingers against his lips to open. “There you go, baby, clean up your mess”. Michael moaned around the man’s finger, sucking his own cum off.
Jack loomed over the younger man, stradling the boy, starting to kiss his neck and jaw. He kissed the boy’s skin slowly, inching closer to his lips. Michael whimpered with each slow kiss, egging him to keep up the painfully slow kisses. “Daddy, please.”
Jack kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Michael’s hands landed in Jack’s hair, gripping the curls tighter, pulling the man closer to him. Jack pulled away, hands moving to lift Michael’s shirt up. Shoving his head into the boy’s shirt, attaching his mouth to his nipple.
Jack could feel the boy’s cock chub up against his thigh. The boy was whimpering as he sucked his nipple. He moved his mouth away, scooching back down to the bed as he trailed kisses down the boy’s abdomen.
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby.” Michael listened right away, spreading his legs as Jack’s head was inside his shirt. His hands still in the older man’s hair, feeling the kisses getting lower and lower until Jack took his whole length in his mouth.
“A-ah, Fuck,” Jack’s head bobbing up and down as he swallowed down the boy’s cock. Michael’s high-pitched moans and incoherent cries filled the room. Jack’s tongue licked his slit, tasting the boy’s salty cum. “Just as sweet as I expected,” Jack groaned before he started to press soft kisses on the boy’s tip.
He swirled his tongue around the boy’s tip, taking it around his lips, sucking, watching the boy squirm in his hold. “Oh, Daddy,” Michael mumbled, the heat building up, as the older man sucked his cock. The grip on Jack’s hair grew rougher, Michael’s hips thrusting into Jack’s mouth. He was lost in the feeling; he didn’t even realize that he was doing that. He chased his orgasm with the help of Jack’s mouth on his cock.
Jack felt Michael’s grip freeze, his hip thrusting coming to a halt, feeling the spurt of come hit the back of his throat. The younger man screamed as his climax happened for the second time that night.
Jack swallowed the boy’s cum, licking his lips as he moved away from the younger man’s cock. He pulled the boy down, kissing his soft lips. “That’s my good boy.” He whispered against his lips. He could feel Michael’s boyish grin against his lips, pulling the boy closer to him. He placed soft kisses on the boy’s face, letting him calm down from their fun, feeling the trembling body of the sweet boy.
“M Jackie,” he heard the boy mumble, feeling his grip on his shirt once again. “You did so well for me. I’m so proud of you, kiddo.”
Jack lay with Michael on his chest, letting the boy fall asleep in his hold before getting up to clean him up. He pressed kisses to the boy’s cheek as he ran his fingers through his hair, praising the boy for being so good for him. “ My sweet Mikey, always so good for me.”
Jack should feel guilty for taking advantage of the boy. He knows he is a father figure to the young male, but what he feels towards the boy is far from fatherly. He can’t help but give in when it comes to Michael; he just wants to take care of him. Just in ways Raymond couldn’t.
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Hi, hope you’ve enjoyed so far! I’m planning on making this 4 parts!
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Computa, I’m thinking about My Dad’s best friend Rabbot fic , Older!Jack , Younger!Robby
Jack works with Robby’s dad, Robby is 18 going into university for premed. Jack is already a doctor.
Jack and Robby’s dad have been friends since college. Jack watched Robby grow up…
Robby’s dad isn’t a very present father. His main focus has always been work. Robby has never been his top priority, and Jack has always seen that.
When Robby’s mom left them both, his dad started working even more, always leaving him at his bubbe’s.
Jack has always told his friend that he needs to be more present in Robby’s life, his friend always dismissing him. Telling him that he isn’t a father so he has no right to say that and that he has no idea what he is even talking about.
Jack starts to spend more time with Robby, taking every chance to show him there is someone in his corner.
It was no surprise Robby started to get a crush on his dad’s best friend.
yes yes yes robby belly, but consider *dennis* having a little belly... robby's kissing him all over one day, and he discovers the tubby little swell in his boy's midsection, all soft and smooth and warm. he tears up as he nuzzles and pets at it, almost sobbing as he realises that dennis is finally getting to a healthy weight after being homeless- that his dennis is finally going to be okay. from then on, robby kisses his boy's chubby belly every morning and evening, checking and checking again that he's healthy.... under robby's hands, he always is.
Practiced digitial painting with Gerran's FYC panel look I think I'm finally starting to get the hang of digital art? maybe.... Or atleast I'm finally starting to be happy with my results.
oh nothing I'm just thinking about dennis domming for the first time. robby as his sub. and they lay out boundaries, rules, preferences. robby tells him he's got a lot of masochist in him, so maybe dennis wants to play sadist for the night. they establish a safe word, a stoplight system, a nonverbal stop.
horror curdling thick in dennis's gut when he looks down at a trembling, bruised robby, visibly on the verge of passing out— dennis clutching his hands to himself when he realizes that robby used him. to do this. to inflict pain on him. realizing that robby was never gonna safeword, all of the careful boundaries set were for nothing.
he's quick to scramble back from robby's weak, hurting form, a sob hitching in his chest. how could he be so stupid? how could he have done any of that at all? maybe it's his fault. maybe he's a fucking monster. for letting it get that far, for not checking in often enough, even though he did, he did— robby just kept whimpering green.
robby pulls himself up to sit, wincing at the soreness, having the gall to look ashamed. his I'm sorry, dennis, is gruff, mumbled. dennis thinks he might be sick, looking up to meet molten, tortured brown eyes. he doesn't know if he's ever seen robby with his guard so far down, his misery so fully on display. dennis did that.
dennis knows, in a twisted way, that robby needs him now more than ever. so although he whispers I don't think... robby, I don't know if I can accept that. I don't know if I can forgive you for... letting me do that to you. although he feels betrayed, although his lungs squeeze tight, barely letting in oxygen, dennis still hesitantly crawls back, sitting next to robby's shaky form. robby needs him, so he still stays, the whole night through.
