takes one to know one

ask me about jewish representation if you say dr robby has religious trauma or do anything to erase his jewishness i will kill you with my gun

[jewish-microwave-laser]

FINALLY FREE FROM THE HOSPITAL!!!!!!

[virtualfractures]

Dr.robby trying to distract Dr.collins from the obvious rat beside her feet

[puppiegracie]

[opalitemeup]

noah wyle every time i look at this picture of you i start heavily mouth breathing

[hucklenberries]

idk what episode but i remember near the end of s1 when that car ran into the gurneys and it shocked everyone who was outside but i remember replaying that scene because i swear that robby gripped both parker and john and sort of pulled them behind him, and i swear it was done in instinct because he was looking at that car in shock, and it just makes me so !!!! emotional because god wdym his instincts were to protect his kids wdym he was using himself to cover them wdym he was pushing them out of harm’s way wdym

[sammroo167]

Wanted to add the video but apparently I can't, so here's the GIFs instead. It's S1E14.

[noah-wyles]

may his whimsy and dorkiness never leave him

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

robby is daddy even when he's bottoming btw

[lancey-lance-963]

It started with a Tumblr blog.

Just something that Dennis posted to after he got into the world of omegaverse, tagged a cheeky, 'pagingdr0mega'. Just shit posts about his nest and how hard it is to be an omega in this world.

And then it extended to the toys as well; knotting dildos, flavored lubes, pheromone perfumes. When Jack was out of town one of the first things he did was set up a nest on their bed to curl up in for the next couple nights. It was a little thing just for him- sometimes under the influence of an edible, sometimes not, curled up in his nest and working a thick knot into his hole to squirm and clench around. If he was feeling up for a clean up, he'd use a squirting dildo so he could feel the warmth swelling in his core.

Jack wasn't supposed to learn about it. There wasn't a non-awkward way to tell your chronically offline partner what omegaverse was that didn't make Dennis want to shrivel up into a hole and die from embarrassment.

Usually he could predict Jack's trips like clockwork. He'd leave Friday morning then be home by Sunday afternoon. Two nights of squirming around in Jack's hoodies and boxers while imagining the man of the hour plastered along his back and giving him the ride of his life before he had to clean it all up.

He knew he didn't fuck up the timing. Jack had come home early.

Had come up stairs at 8 am ready to climb in bed for a little while and enjoy surprising his partner just to see him curled up in a fabric doughnut , splayed out with a colorful little circle nestled into his hole that clued him in to a fun night home alone.

It doesn't take much before Jack's got the end of the dildo between his fingers and jostling it gently just to watch his sleeping boyfriend squirm and whine. Look down with a curious glance to see the resistance to his gentle ministrations, see the colorful silicone that stretches his hole that makes Dennis groan softly.

It doesn't take long for Dennis to start stirring, moaning properly and burying his face into one of Jack's hoodies. He even whimpers for Jack to breed him, which makes something stir low and hot in his gut.

"Sugar I don't think we've got the parts for that." And Dennis frowns and blinks a bit and freezes

"Jack-!"

"Having a good dream, baby? Seems like you had fun in here-"

"-omigod let me clean up Jesus I'm so sorry-"

Dennis doesn't know it of course, but Jack's search history that night is pretty revealing;

Fabric circle in bed

Fabric ring on bed

Fabric nest

nesting

nesting not pregnant woman

What are omegas

What is omegaverse

Dennis can't help but cover his face in embarrassment when Jack brings it up the next morning, "No baby, c'mon, I'm open to it, I just wanna talk about it first-"

He's certainly reaping the benefits of it later when Jack had him folded in half in bed, wearing a cock sheath and cooing in his ear about how he's "gonna breed his pretty omega so good, give him as many babies as he wants-"

[daveangeloh]

[minidodds]

Note that whenever Pope hugs someone, he turns his face away from that person.

And then there's Lena...

[keller0301]

Dennis took this picture on their first road trip together. After confidently assuring each other that everything was going perfectly, they found themselves stranded in the middle of the night with a broken-down car and no idea when help would arrive. Jack was exhausted, frustrated, and questioning every decision that had led him to that roadside. Dennis, meanwhile, thought it was the perfect moment for a photo.

Y’all know this could happen 🤣

[hatchet-boy]

"Sanding off the hard edges of a character" but it's people thinking that Jack Abbot could (and should) substitute his TEMS hobby with something indoor-sy and risk-less like chess, or reading, or the local soccer club.

Jack doesn't do TEMS by accident. We're introduced to Abbot as a solider from the beginning. Before we've even had more than 2 minutes of screen time with him we hear Robby reading his letter to the wife of the vet they couldn't save ("...I, like Ray, am also a veteran...") then bookending the first season with his talk to to Robby on the roof ("That is what happens when you're in a war and nothing makes sense").

And that's what TEMS is for Jack! It's going back to being a soldier, to the familiarity of 'hurry up and wait' on the slow days and the life-risking adrenaline on the fast ones. Jack as a combat medic/doctor is uniquely trained and practiced not just in battlefield medicine but in being able to step back from himself and treat the people he's closest to. In the army he would've treated the injuries (big and small) of people he had met that day AND of people who he had known for weeks or months or years. (That is a skill not only unique to him in the Pitt but also very likely (part of) the reason Dana goes to him when she's worried about Robby, and why Robbys other coworkers, even ones that are close to him (Dana, Caleb, etc) can't quite bridge the gap of being able to help him, in fact they do the opposite and almost step back on purpose- because nurses and doctors are explicitly taught against treating their own family and friends.)

All that to say: Jack gets to recreate that absolutely vital part of his environment with TEMS. He knows those guys, they would've worked jobs together, they would've done training runs together, they're his brothers: and he is also the one that has to keep his cool and stay objective to run in and stick a jerry-rigged tube down one of his brothers throats under active fire when shit hits the fan.

As jack himself said, playing golf cannot substitute that.

I think if Jack was ripped away from doing TEMS (or anything equivalent) at this point in his life, it wouldn't be healing, it would drive him to the edge of insanity. His personal alternative to doing his badass doctor thing while exchanging fire would not be to join a chess club, it would be to start doing shit like robbing banks and doing cocaine and killing himself. And I think Jack knows that about himself.

Taking risks and seeking adrenaline is not immoral or a sign of mental illness and distress in and of itself (despite what tumblr may have you believe-), and I don't think that any part of Jacks healing has to necessitate him suddenly softening up and contenting himself with some risk-less domesticity, and it's odd that this has seemingly become the status-quo of fics etc about him. I think Jack doing TEMS /is/ the lesser evil for him, anything less and he wouldn't be able to find his own balance.

Last ep of S2:

"Because it comes for all of us man. You and I know it more than most. We see it every shift, but we can't let ourselves succumb to it"

-This is part of how Jack stops himself from succumbing to the it.

(As an aside, this is why I also don't think Jack is nearly as against Robbys motorbike as people think. He's worried about it because Robby has implicitly told him that he wants to die, and is visibly unwell. I think Jack would be worried if Robby said his new hobby was knitting- because he might stab himself in the eye with a kitting needle. The bike just happens to be the thing Robby might use to hurt himself.)

(And I think there is more to say about Jack seeking every chance of taking back independence and competence and physicality that he would have lost temporarily after becoming an amputee,, but I want to reserve my thoughts on that a bit more in the hope that we might get to learn a bit more about it in S3+)

[hatchet-boy]

Rbing to pull @puppydogdennis tags out because I hard agree with all of them.

[hatchet-boy]

"Sanding off the hard edges of a character" but it's people thinking that Jack Abbot could (and should) substitute his TEMS hobby with something indoor-sy and risk-less like chess, or reading, or the local soccer club.

Jack doesn't do TEMS by accident. We're introduced to Abbot as a solider from the beginning. Before we've even had more than 2 minutes of screen time with him we hear Robby reading his letter to the wife of the vet they couldn't save ("...I, like Ray, am also a veteran...") then bookending the first season with his talk to to Robby on the roof ("That is what happens when you're in a war and nothing makes sense").

And that's what TEMS is for Jack! It's going back to being a soldier, to the familiarity of 'hurry up and wait' on the slow days and the life-risking adrenaline on the fast ones. Jack as a combat medic/doctor is uniquely trained and practiced not just in battlefield medicine but in being able to step back from himself and treat the people he's closest to. In the army he would've treated the injuries (big and small) of people he had met that day AND of people who he had known for weeks or months or years. (That is a skill not only unique to him in the Pitt but also very likely (part of) the reason Dana goes to him when she's worried about Robby, and why Robbys other coworkers, even ones that are close to him (Dana, Caleb, etc) can't quite bridge the gap of being able to help him, in fact they do the opposite and almost step back on purpose- because nurses and doctors are explicitly taught against treating their own family and friends.)

All that to say: Jack gets to recreate that absolutely vital part of his environment with TEMS. He knows those guys, they would've worked jobs together, they would've done training runs together, they're his brothers: and he is also the one that has to keep his cool and stay objective to run in and stick a jerry-rigged tube down one of his brothers throats under active fire when shit hits the fan.

As jack himself said, playing golf cannot substitute that.

I think if Jack was ripped away from doing TEMS (or anything equivalent) at this point in his life, it wouldn't be healing, it would drive him to the edge of insanity. His personal alternative to doing his badass doctor thing while exchanging fire would not be to join a chess club, it would be to start doing shit like robbing banks and doing cocaine and killing himself. And I think Jack knows that about himself.

Taking risks and seeking adrenaline is not immoral or a sign of mental illness and distress in and of itself (despite what tumblr may have you believe-), and I don't think that any part of Jacks healing has to necessitate him suddenly softening up and contenting himself with some risk-less domesticity, and it's odd that this has seemingly become the status-quo of fics etc about him. I think Jack doing TEMS /is/ the lesser evil for him, anything less and he wouldn't be able to find his own balance.

Last ep of S2:

"Because it comes for all of us man. You and I know it more than most. We see it every shift, but we can't let ourselves succumb to it"

-This is part of how Jack stops himself from succumbing to the it.

(As an aside, this is why I also don't think Jack is nearly as against Robbys motorbike as people think. He's worried about it because Robby has implicitly told him that he wants to die, and is visibly unwell. I think Jack would be worried if Robby said his new hobby was knitting- because he might stab himself in the eye with a kitting needle. The bike just happens to be the thing Robby might use to hurt himself.)

(And I think there is more to say about Jack seeking every chance of taking back independence and competence and physicality that he would have lost temporarily after becoming an amputee,, but I want to reserve my thoughts on that a bit more in the hope that we might get to learn a bit more about it in S3+)

[puppyjavadi]

dad kink hucklerabbot…please….pretty please

maybe dennis accidentally says it while they’re fucking. maybe he’s called robby daddy before but the way it sounds so resolute, the way he says it only to jack, they all just know what he means. he tries to deny it, pretend like he was saying daddy, but the way he’s so squirmy and embarrassed, it’s obvious he just called jack dad straight up.

i’m imagining jack saying some filthy shit about how dennis already has a daddy, it’s so greedy to want a dad too. but well, if that’s what their boy needs…

-puppydogwhitaker

@puppydogwhitaker I am so sorry this took forever. I worked a crazy amount this weekend but I was thinking about it constantly.

Dennis had thought about it a lot. He thought about it when Jack made him dinner, when they went for hikes. He thought about it when they showered together and made out on the couch. He'd been calling Robby 'Daddy' for months-- basically since they started dating. besides a few jokes about spending money on him, it'd never gone farther than being a nondescript honorific during sex.

Jack had settled on Sir. It made sense to Dennis at first. Jack, who once gave Dennis a faint-inducing boner when he came in to the PTMC in a sweat-soaked tac shirt, was a military man. A dom: strict, manly, and ready to fulfill every fantasy Dennis had had of being forced to submit. And they did do a lot of that-- but that wasn't Jack . Not really.

Dennis got to find out that Jack was endlessly giving, caring. The first time he opened up about the farm, Jack gently combed his fingers through Dennis' hair and kisses his tears away. Jack, who barely ate for more than function, packed him lunches, taking note of every food and snack he liked. They once got drunk and Jack took him to the batting cages and taught him how to hit a ball. Jack made the townhouse Dennis' home the second he started coming over: adding funk records to their collection, buying and assembling a daybed near a window so they could lounge in the sun together, and making sure that Dennis had stability no matter what happened.

It was inevitable that the wires in Dennis' brain would cross and overlap until he hit a point of no return. Robby and Jack weren't just his boyfriends. They were his bosses, attendings, boyfriends, dads, safety, his everything.

This is what Dennis thought about as drool slipped out of the junction where his lips met Jack's cock. Somewhere behind him, a a movie played on the tv-- it was as good as static to him right now. Robby scratched idly at Dennis' hair. He wasn't moving, just basking in the feeling of Jack on his tongue, letting the scent of it wash over him.

At some point the movie clicks off and shallow thrusts begin to pick up in his mouth.

"He's barley with us."

"I know, isn't it just the cutest thing?"

A hand ruffled Dennis' hair and he moaned audibly around Jack's cock.

"I told you we'd train him up well."

"I know, look at the sweet boy we made."

Oh god. That shouldn't have turned on Dennis as much as it did. He knows, he knows, they don't mean it like that. God, he was going to freak them out. But the fantasy is tantalizing-- Like they made him, like they raised him, like there'd never been a farm, only the townhouse, only them.

His hand palms through the fabric of his boxers as Jack fucks his mouth steady, firm, and strong. Jack doesn't finish in his mouth, he eventually stops and carries Dennis up to their room bridal style with Robby giggling behind them. (Dennis always tells him that this is a stupid reason to keep his prosthetic on at home but Jack disagrees wholeheartedly).

Jack gingerly sets him down on the bed before sitting to take his leg off. Once they're settled, Dennis finds himself cradled between Jack and Robby, head at pec level so the two men feel like giant walls around him. They kiss each other and stroke his hair. He's their kept boy, their pet, their precious... thing nestled between them. No thinking, no work, just safety and comfort.

His boyfriends seem taken with each other above him so he lets himself drift, indulge a little. He let's himself imagine that he couldn't sleep and snuck into their bed. He imagines...

That he's little and impressionable and dumb but it doesn't matter because he trusts them. They're his dads and they're here to take care of him.

Somewhere around him, fabric shifts and Jack's hand caresses Dennis' thigh.

He imagines being taken care of by them completely. To look at them with the unabashed love of someone who knows nothing but them.

Robby's hand reaches around Dennis and starts massaging his pec.

Then, he imagines the twisting of the fantasy: the fucked up, uncomfortable, sticky hot feeling of being taken advantage of. His dad's taking care of him in ways that he doesn't quite understand. Heated touches that seem different-- secret maybe. Hesitation and shame soothed by the cooing of his dads and promises that he's doing everything right.

A soft moan slips out of his lips when Jack's fingers dip below his waistband.

"You like that, Denny?" Jacks voice is soft and sleep-sweetened.

"Mhm."

Dennis clutches the fabric of Jack's shirt wherever he can reach it. Jack is so big like this it feels like he's his whole world.

"Love it when you're like this, baby. So easy to take care of," Robby mumbles as he strokes Dennis' face.

Jack finally takes Dennis' cock into his hands. Rough callouses, a firm grip, the cool metal wedding bands on his finger; Dennis groans at the feeling.

"Mph. M-more," Dennis whispers.

"More? Getting needy already?" Jack smirks. Dennis can't see it but he knows.

"I never imagined he'd be so demanding," Robby chides.

"Yeah, he's a brat."

"He's sweet."

"He always thinks he knows what's best for him. Thinks he knows more than us, brother."

"But he's so nice to take care of. You just gotta help him let go a little."

Dennis feels close, like he's about to peak from the slow, soft motions.

"Is that right, Den? Just need us to show you what's best?"

"Uh huh, uh huh," Dennis gasps, heat curling in his gut.

"Need to just take it and be good? Let us make all the hard descisions?" Jack's hand is slicked over with pre-cum by now, the glide smooth.

"Mhm!" Robby chuckles at the desperate sound. Dennis feels so close. So worked up that the crest that's coming feels massive. Not fast and heavy like a train or like lightning going through him. It feels like a tidal wave, wholly consuming and unavoidable.

"Or are you gonna whine and complain when you don't get what you want." Jack teases, whispering harshly into his ear before letting go of Dennis. The sudden lack of touch feels like getting clotheslined.

"Dad!" Dennis cries, genuinely, petulantly, loudly. cries.

Their bed stills.

Once his words register in him, Dennis' blood runs cold. God he's fucking stupid. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. He thinks. Maybe he can play it off like he was calling for Robby. Maybe they didn't notice at all. Dennis can't bring himself to look at either of them right now, opting for the less judgmental view of Jack's shirt. He feels sick, they were probably so grossed out by him. Would they know? Can they tell how much he thinks about it? Are they going to leav--

"That's what you want, baby?" Jacks voice is measured, testing-- disgusted Dennis thinks.

"No! No, no. I got confused. I-I thought--" He shakes his head violently.

"You wanna call me Dad?" Oh god. Oh fuck. This was humiliating and awful and Dennis hopes Jack didn't feel the way his dick twitched when he said that.

"No!" Dennis insists. "I-" He sounds like he's about to cry. He is about to cry. "I didn't--"

Before he can continue, Jack rolls him closer so his face is buried in the mattress. The presence of Jack above him towering. A wet finger presses at the muscle around his hole.

"See, brother. This is what I'm talking about. One Daddy isn't enough for our little boy. He needs his Dad to fuck him nice and rough too."

Jack's finger sinks into him and Dennis screams.

[haggravated-lassault]

Trinity (the father the son and the holy spirit) Santos (saint/s)

Michael ( means "who is like God?" A rhetorical question there's none like him. Also it's the name of a important saint/archangel) Robinavitch (son of the rabbi)

Jack (God is gracious) Abbot (leader of the monastery)

All of them being important in Whitaker's life is so poetic

[puppydogdennis]

btwbtwbtw מי כא*ל (who is like gd?) is also a paraphrasing of what some scholars have argued is by far the oldest (est. 13–5th cent bc) text in the book of exodus (the song of the sea, sung as the people of israel crossed the red sea) (it's actually included in the scene from prince of egypt!), sung regularly by synagogues all over the world, and this text was later repurposed and appeared in the first known complete siddur in the 9th century ad (22–14 centuries later!!!)

so not only is he named after this theological question (which yes classically is rhetorical but given what we've seen of mike's wrestling with the concept of gd, could also very much be genuine!) and the archangel* called the prince of israel (talk about pressure to hold fast to jewish tradition! think of the guilt for seemingly not living up to his name!), but his name also inherently invokes the entirety of jewish history and pre-history.

*btw this is a christian term! and absolutely so is the word saint. in hebrew he's called a sar (trans. prince, chief, leader, captain, that sort of thing)

[puppyjavadi]

Happy birthday to me!!! Gross dad cuddles hucklerobby

Dennis was on the couch when Robby came home. He hadn't worked today, spending his day off going to the farmer's market with Trinity before crashing at the older doctor's apartment. Robby, on the other hand, covered an extra two shifts this week when Al-Hashimi came down with a fever so bad, Dana sent her home.

It'd been a nice, lazy day. At the farmer's market, Dennis got half-convinced that he could bake a blueberry pie but didn't get farther than binge-watching a baking show. He was tangled up in shorts and the softest hoodie he could find (Robby's). At this point, he was practically napping.

Robby didn't announce his entrance, just let the sound of the door opening and keys hitting the bowl do the talking. Dennis would've said hi but his brain decided the effort wasn't worth it; Robby would go to their room, shower, change, and meet Dennis on the couch, ideally with a snack in hand. ...Or maybe not.

Daddy hated scrubs in the bed or on the couch. Dennis had gotten corner time more than a handful of times for trying to crash on the couch post-shift without changing. Yet, Dennis felt the cushions dip as Robby slotted himself behind Dennis effortlessly-- as if the space only existed for him to fill.

"Mph-- Robby?" Dennis mumbled, face still half-buried.

"Shh." The order was quick and succinct, whispered into his hair as Robby's arm pushed under Dennis to spoon him. "Pretty boy... missed you so much."

Something unwound inside Dennis' chest immediately. Some burden he never knew he carried until Robby came around to relieve it. It made sense now, the tv watching, the napping, the spot left open on the couch. Dennis had spent the whole evening waiting for his Daddy to come home.

"Daddy--"

"Sweet boy," Robby muttered, each word punctuated with a kiss to his curls. "Missed you so much. Thought about you all day."

Dennis leaned into the affection like a moth to flame.

"Dad-- gross clothes..." That was probably enough. Robby could figure out what he meant.

"I'll change later, just let me lie down for a minute, Den."

No. That's not the rule. Dennis' brain shouted.

"Gross!" he grumbled. One of Robby's hands began to creep under his hoodie and Dennis shovel it away to no avail.

The hand pushed through, flat and petting at Dennis' stomach and chest. It wasn't fair. Dennis' brain may have been offline but if he knew two things, it was that 1. Scrubs aren't allowed on the couch and 2. Daddy was breaking the rule, breaking the rule gets you punished. Well, Daddy had never broken the rule before-- but surely he had to be punished too.

"Daddy, stop. You're getting me gross." A hand reached up into his curls and Dennis suddenly was having a very hard time forming sentences.

"Daddy just really, really wants to hold you baby. Let me." The hands were getting grabby now. Pulling at his fat and top surgery scars.

"D-ad!" Dennis whined.

"You're mad Daddy's in his scrubs?" Great, he's finally fucking getting it. "It's ok, baby. It's okay to be a little dirty." No? What the fuck?

"No! Dad-dy!" The last syllable came out as a shriek as Robby rocketed his hands down to get under Dennis' shorts.

"Come on, you like it!" Weight shifted above him, turning Dennis partially on his front and trapping him against the couch. "My gross boy. Filthy boy." Dennis felt a wet stripe get licked up behind his ear., flinching at the startling, soggy feeling.

A sob ripped out of Dennis. He barley knew what was happening and Daddy was being so mean today. Dennis wasn't yucky! Dennis' was a really good boy.

Robby's thick fingers found what they were looking for as the slipped into Dennis' heat. The slide easy and slick. Dennis didn't even know he'd gotten wet.

"See? Messy."

A finger slipped in shallow and quick, making Dennis gasp.

"S'not! S'not messy." It wasn't the same! Daddy didn't understand it wasn't the same!"

"Feels pretty messy, baby. Did my little boy get all wet waiting for Daddy?"

No! Maybe? Dennis didn't remember getting wet. He wasn't touching himself. He wasn't being icky before Daddy came home. Did he get all messy just from Daddy's cuddles?

All thoughts left his head as thick fingers began pistoning in and out of him.

"Don't worry, baby," Robby cooed. "Daddy's home now. Daddy's gonna take care of you."

It was hard to argue. Gross scrubs or not, Dennis wanted his Daddy. Outside him, inside him, around him. He liked Daddy's beard scratching at his neck. He liked the strong forearm plunging into his waistband. He even liked how Robby smelled right now. Cologne faded with a faint scent of sweat and musk from a long day.

Dennis didn’t think he was supposed to like that. Little boys didn't like gross daddies. Little boys were clean and good, not leaking slick into their panties.

"Dad-- Dad," Dennis panted. Daddy was using two fingers now, the heel of his palm tapping at Dennis' clit and making his spine light up. He was getting close, grinding into Daddy's hand and the couch.

Something hard and thick in Daddy's pants was pressing into the backs of Dennis' thighs.

"Daddy just can't help himself," Robby muttered, kissing an apology into the hair on the back of his head. "Spent all day thinking about this. About how good you take it." Fingers thrusted, emphasizing every word. "My little boy's-- Messy. Fucking. Pussy."

Tears filled Dennis' eyes, body lost to the sensations. His throat felt tight and his heart felt too big. He felt on fire and Daddy was everywhere. Some part of his brain managed to flicker to life and provide him a name for the feeling.

Love.

He loved Daddy so much. He loved the slick slide of sweat when Daddy leaned his forehead on Dennis' neck. He loved the pressure of Daddy on top of him and in his pussy. He loved the hand under his shirt and he loved gross cuddles with Daddy.

Dennis didn't say anything when he came. Just wriggled a hand out from under him and frantically made grabby motions until Daddy laced his own fingers through.

They stayed there for a few minutes. Daddy slowly shifted his weight off of Dennis so he could breathe. Slick fingers pulled out of his pussy with am awful squelching sound. The hand that held his moved up to card through his hair.

"D'you have fun?" Dennis huffed.

"Yup. Lots." Robby answered. Dennis could hear his grin on his voice.

Dennis tried to shift around but was hit with the uncomfortable feeling of slick and wet underwear. He grimaced while Robby chuckled at him.

"Well," Robby started. "Now that we're both gross, you'll just have to take a shower with Daddy."

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

top ten favourite things jack says to dennis

keep rubbing your brain away for me, dog

such brainless little thing, aren’t you

see how your brain is leaking all over my hand, mmh ? good boy

this is what you were meant for, pup. just a little toy for daddy.

squirt all over your degree for me. it’s useless now anyway, huh puppy ?

such a better fuckhole than a doctor, aren’t you honey ?

shh, i know it hurts but daddy needs it. your only job is to please me anyway, so take it, dog

you never need to make decisions again puppy. daddy does all the thinking now

let uncle robby use you too. i know taking both our cocks is a lot but you can do it sweetheart, c’mon, biiiiig stretch

you think i’d keep such a dumb little dog if you weren’t useful ? spread em wide, boy

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trans dennis begging just the tip, daddy please, between choked up moans while robby’s fucking his thighs because they dont have a condom. robby’s barely resisting slamming his entire cock in den’s cunt