SAMMY BRYANT & NATE MORETTA
Southland - S1E1: Unknown Trouble

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SAMMY BRYANT & NATE MORETTA
Southland - S1E1: Unknown Trouble
young Robby and older jack
jack would definitely talk him through it
@pathologytesttube chewing on this nom nom nom. young robby fuck yeah. jack is so talking him through it.
“i-i just-fuck, give me a second,” robby stuttered, trying to fight the way jack’s hands were dragging robby’s hips against his thigh.
jack chuckled, “why do you need a second?” it was a dumb question and they both knew it. robby was on a hair trigger.
“don’t make me…” robby didn’t know. don’t make him say it? don’t make him cum in his pants? don’t make him hump a leg like a puppy? he wasn’t sure.
“i can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” jack said while flexing his thigh up, pressing harder into robby.
robby moaned and gripped onto jack’s t-shirt. he folded in on himself, leaning until his forehead was on jack’s shoulder. “oh shit.”
“come on, you can do it.” jack pat robby’s ass. it wasn’t a hit. it was soft and reassuring. “it’s ok. i want you to. show me how good you feel.” robby whined and shook his head, but kept moving his hips, spreading his legs further to drop more down on jacks muscular leg. “come on, cum for me, baby.”
robby made a noise like he’d been hit in the chest, like he’d had something punched out of him. he rode jack’s thigh until his sticky pants made him want to cry or hide or just run away. “god dammit,” robby swore at himself for doing it again.
jack shushed and pet his hair. “don’t get embarrassed. i like it.” he pecked robby’s warm cheek. “suck me off and then i’ll let you change.”
it was mortifying to get down on his knees with his cum still in his pants, but well…jack could talk robby into just about anything.
like guys imagine them humping each other….
Peter Benton giving in and laying Carter out on his bed for the first time, absolutely in awe of how beautiful he is, expecting a fully experienced 24 year old and finding out that Carter has only ever had sex with women.
Peter Benton then having to slowly and meticulously teach Carter how to touch a man while fingering him open, his little lecture stuttering out as all the blood finally leaves his brain because John Carter is writhing on his fingers, moaning, gasping, and coming from prostate stimulation alone.
Peter Benton realizing that Carter is just as quick of a study in bed and was born to ride his cock.
Peter Benton finding out that after making Carter come like that several times, he should not let him try to stand, because he will fall over and take his entire nightstand with him.
How R4!Robby and MS4!Jack would look in canon btw
casually jumping away from my boss in an empty exam room acting very suspicious. surely no rumors with come out of this
Jack loved when Robby tugged on his curls. Mostly during sex, but he would run his fingers through the tangles of hair when they were cuddled safely together away from prying eyes.
He sits in a barber's chair his first day of basic training and instead of his own reflection in the mirror he sees Robby's pitiful face when Jack ended things.
His hair falls to the ground. It's a punishment he's earned.
Hucklerabbot AU, but on the Fourth of July, Jack also left with Robby.
(With a surprise.)
"I'm sorry, I have to do this, I can't leave him—hey, look at me—"
He took the boy's face in his hands, feeling his heart sink as Dennis's hands pushed him, his cheeks red and wet with tears.
"I'd ask you to come with us, you know I would, but you're an intern, you can't just leave for months, and besides, this isn't exactly a pleasure trip, and—"
"And you don't want me there to help Robby with you." He finished dryly, his voice laced with venom.
Jack looked at him, his arms limp at his sides, not knowing what else to say.
Dennis stood still, perhaps expecting Jack to beg him to come with them, or to tell him they were staying.
But none of that happened.
Robby watched them from the living room, his eyes red, as if he'd been crying in secret. When Dennis turned to him, Robby lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear the boy's accusatory gaze.
He turned, put on his shoes, and walked out, away from the apartment, away from them.
He didn't say goodbye, didn't reply to their messages, didn't see them for another four months.
When they returned, already late November, they seemed... happier.
He watched them walk through the hospital doors, placing a palm on the small lump protruding under his gown.
Jack's hair was a little longer, as was his beard. Robby's wrinkles seemed less deep, and a little light had returned to his eyes.
When the two saw him, they seemed to perk up. They walked towards him, but stopped when their eyes landed on Dennis's stomach.
The boy gritted his teeth.
“Is that—”
“Fuck, Den, you’re—”
“She's not yours.” He lied, clutching the black cloth in his hands.
They were a few feet away, yet it felt like light years.
“What?” Robby asked softly, his voice weak, and how dare he, how dare he sound like a beaten dog when they were the ones who abandoned him in the first place?
“I found another man.” He saw Jack’s eyes widen, his lips parting slightly.
“What, did you think I’d wait for you? Sitting there, good and docile until you did me the courtesy of wanting me back?” He spoke with all the anger he’d pent up over the past few months.
He walked past them, not sparing them another glance, as he returned to his patients.
Now he’d also needed to find a father for his child, well, perfect.
The Royal Armouries let me play about in their armour!
(This was a set from someone similar in size to me, but it wasn’t exactly correct in all dimensions. Real knights often wore armour that was made to measure, which would allow for a slightly better range of motion. However, for a video game or film character that has looted armour, then something that fits as well as this would be a best case scenario, so it still tells us a fair bit!)
the perv dennis post u reblogged made me think of perv dennis and complete moron loverboy robby who does NOT realize what kind of freaky shit his boyfriend is into. dennis is like “oh i’m such a nasty bad boy aren’t i…” and robby is like “? dennis, how could you say something like that about yourself? i think you’re wonderful” and dennis is like fuck that didn’t work either, it’s back to the drawing board again. eventually jack has to step in like “brother, he wants you to call him a whore, you know that, right?” (and maybe he even shows robby how it’s done in a live demo for good measure 👀 you know, so the lesson really sticks)
Robby being all Dennis you're perfect :( you're not a stupid slut don't talk about yourself like that and Dennis is screaming into a pillow because how does one explain to the old man you're in a power imbalanced relationship with please be mean to me it's a need
SHAWN HATOSY as STAN ROSADO THE FACULTY (1998)
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Do y’all think it has a curve? Do y’all think it grows or shows? Do y’all think it’s heavy? Do y’all think its got freckles? Do y’all think it’s trimmed or full grey bush? Somebody lmk asap
trio I made up because yeah I think crus deserves two puppies making out around his dick and whining and drooling on it with big watery eyes :) cruswhitcarter?
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