Rabid Rabbot Enjoyer

(18+) She/Her. OFMD sideblog: as-a-creww Hi I’m Caroline! I have one job in this fandom and that is to reblog things and yell in the tags, so there’s a lot of that here. Currently posting about The Pitt and Rabbot.

[drjackrabbots]

Loving Robby is like loving a sighted hare, Jack has learned. Skittish, nervy, prone to flee at the first hint of danger. Jack has built their entire relationship around that fact.

He never asked him out, the first time they kissed he just. Let it happen. Made it clear he was happy and then, later, subtly dropped into conversation that he wouldn’t be seeing anyone else and held his breath until Robby hummed an agreement.

When he wanted to live together Jack just quietly moved his things into Robby’s house piece by piece until Robby mumbled something about splitting bills and asked Jack how much his apartment sold for.

Marriage has been trickier. He’s taken off his old ring, that lives with his wife’s picture on the mantelpiece where Robby had set it up for him one day out of the blue. But how does one get married without ever…drawing attention to the other person. He’s been agonising over it for weeks.

He’s been agonising over it at the park this evening, he and Robby sharing a bench, shoulders pressing in the evening sun and bellies full of a nice dinner and ice cream. He’s agonising, right up until Robby’s knee hits the dirt in front of him.

His voice is a little hoarse, a little wobbly, when he tells Jack that he loves him, he wants to marry him and he hopes he says yes soon because he’s old and his knees hurt. He’s holding a ring, matte brushed gold and still catching the light.

Jack hauls him into a kiss while he’s still speaking, muttering his yes over and over. They’re both laughing and maybe crying a bit and there’s a very nice teenage girl who tells them that she got the whole thing on video, if they’d like it.

They’d like it.

So they’re engaged, because Robby asked. Robby even apologised, quietly in the dark, that Jack had done all the heavy lifting until now.

Jack isn’t sure this is the end of Robby’s tendency to run. He does think though, that maybe Robby won’t run from him.

[honeycombsmilk]

Jacks out at the bar and Robby sends him a selfie in bed with his glasses on holding a book.

Jack’s like instantly hard and has to go and run to the bathroom to fix the issue.

He sends Robby a picture of his hard on and blames him for his new problem.

Robby’s just like ?? I’m reading my book

[serinmatheson1]

Because @classic-cevans wanted happy and in love Rabbot

Robby smiled as he felt arms around his wait. "The nightcrawler rises," he chuckled, not turning from the gorgeous sunrise he had been watching.

"Very funny," Jack muttered into his neck. "My husband kept me awake all night."

"I hope you were properly grateful for that," Robby replied.

Jack chuckled. "You know I love saying that."

"Saying what?"

"My husband. Feels like I've been waiting forever to say it. Gonna use it all the time now."

Robby looked down at his waist where their hands were resting and their rings were touching. "People will forget I have a name," he teased. "They'll just think 'that's Jack's husband'."

"At least they'll know you're mine."

"You are terrible," Robby huffed.

"Yeah but you love me.'

"You sure?"

"Course i"m sure. You told me in front of a whole bunch of witnesses two days ago."

Robby bumped his head against Jack's. "Yes I did. And I'd happily do it again and again and again."

[drjackrabbots]

Jack is in the middle of speaking when Robby kisses him for the first time. It’s just a peck on the cheek, a dry press as he heads out for the night, thoughtless and tender. Jack doesn’t mention it, too scared Robby might never do it again. Robby flushes scarlet and Jack gets the impression he hadn’t meant to do it at all. He flees out the front door and Jack finds himself wishing, for the first time, that Robby’s mouth had landed just a few inches to the right.

Loving Robby has been second nature to Jack since they were both thirty years old, cocky and stupid and so utterly ridiculous. Wanting Robby though, that’s new.

It’s not new, it doesn’t feel new, more like maybe he’s only just looking at it head on, calling it what it is.

Wanting Robby, he suspects, has in fact been brewing for a very long time indeed. It’s so easy to do; Robby is the most competent man alive, he’s a dork, he’s one of the best emergency physicians in the country, he wears flip-up sunglasses and Jack wants him. Oh, he wants him.

Jack won’t have him, though. Can’t risk it. One bashful kiss on the cheek does not a relationship make. Doesn’t even prove an attraction, on Robby’s part. Why would he? Jack is a one legged widower with mental health through the floor and a hobby that involves high powered rifles that on principle Jack doesn’t remotely approve of (in anyone’s hands but his).

Robby comes round again, beers and burgers and nothing different.

Robby kisses him again. Leans across his cheese and ketchup smeared plate and plants one right on his mouth. His lips are cool from the neck of his bottle, his hand trembling where it’s fisted in Jack’s t-shirt.

“Was that, uh. Okay?” Robby’s eyes are huge and sad and wet and Jack wants him so badly.

“Yeah. Yeah I’d say it was more than just o-”

Jack is in the middle of speaking when Robby grins, bright and full of joy, and kisses him for the third time.

[hawksredrobe]

If you were looking for a hyperspermia prompt, if not I'll totally see myself out

Robby having *suffered* from hyperspermia his entire sexually active life, is on prescription for a sperm-reducer which lowers his err, output? But also lowers his sex drive a bit

Jack isn't aware of this until they've been dating a while, and he's staying over at Robby's and sees the pills. Jack being Jack is immediately thinking 'what would happen if he stopped taking them?' and because they're both grown adults, Jack brings it up almost immediately and assures Robby he has no issues with mess or the possibility of Robby's libido increasing exponentially

Robby stops taking them the next day (after the ok from his prescribing doctor - the man's horny, he's not a fool).

Both get everything they want: Robby has someone who accepts and loves him, and who lets him rail them into next week. Jack, gets to be railed into next week, and thrown around by the man he loves.

And they all live happily ever after. 🍷

"What would happen if you stopped taking those pills?" is what Jack asks first.

Days later, after he's thoroughly assured Robby that no, he won't need to use a condom, and no, Jack won't be running out of the room when Robby comes, in fact Jack will love every last drop and second of it, after Robby's off the pills...they finally have some time alone together.

Robby scoops Jack up in his arms, lays him down so tenderly in bed until Jack can do nothing but smile into his kiss and hold him close. And when Robby slips inside him, when he starts panting and moaning into Jack's neck about how good it feels, his sex drive back up to full, electric and needy...Jack knows he's in for a good time.

And that's before Robby comes inside him, flooding him with what Jack has been yearning for. It's worth it, of course it is, and all Jack has wanted. Looking into Robby's eyes, he can see that Robby's coming back to life, that he finally feels as good as he makes Jack feel at all hours.

[hawksredrobe]

Not every time Jack and Robby have sex goes off without a hitch.

Sometimes, Jack will be kissing him, touching him just as Robby does the same, and Robby's head will start to drown out with noise: don't deserve this, you don't deserve for him to touch you that way, get away, don't let him see, not worth this, only worth something when you're pleasuring him, him, him, pleasure him instead--

Robby pulls out of the kiss and slides quickly down to his knees, avoiding eye contact as the heavy sting of emotion fills his eyes. He blinks rapidly, trying to keep the tears from streaking out, because then Jack will know something is up. Robby doesn't speak, choking too hard on shame and guilt for thinking he deserves this or having a fleeting moment of worthiness.

He'll never be what Jack deserves, but Robby can do his best to absolve himself of this horrible desire for Jack's attention, his praise, his everything, Robby wants it all but he's not allowed to have it, not in his own mind. His shaky fingers work down Jack's zipper. The only thing that will make Robby feel better, soothe the bottomless pit in his soul, is by serving Jack, by making sure he has a good time and he's comfortable and he's enjoying this.

"Robby," Jack pants, fingers gripping Robby's hair; good, so he hasn't noticed. "Wait, man, hold on. Look at me."

Fuck. He did.

Robby doesn't look at him, but doesn't continue, of course, just stays there on his knees between Jack's splayed knees, hoping and waiting for Jack to lose the scent. Robby's fingers twitch with the urge to pull his jeans the rest of the way down, help get his leg off, make sure Jack doesn't have to lift a finger because he deserves that. Robby needs to give him that and do that for him, he needs it in order to feel okay about what Jack is letting him have, do, see.

"Are you okay, man? You went awful quiet." Jack's voice has calmed from that lustful panting. He gently tilts Robby's chin up, and Robby closes his eyes. He realizes now that the fist in his hair was to guide him away from Jack's dick, make sure Robby didn't just carry on.

"Look at me, please," Jack whispers softly, so warm and loving, and that only makes it worse, the tears stinging as they burst out, as Robby's eyes screw shut and he leans his forehead into Jack's thigh. He hides there as he sobs, as Jack's fingers tighten in his hair. "Whoa, hey, brother, are you- no, of course you're not okay, that's stupid. Hey, shh, I'm here. Not going anywhere. Just let it out, no good bottling it up."

He pets Robby's hair as he cries into Jack's jeans, and part of Robby wants to wrench himself away and continue to cry on his own, without the loving embrace of Jack's hands because he doesn't deserve that kind of comfort--but the rest of him simply isn't strong enough to do so.

"Talk to me," Jack murmurs after a minute, when Robby has calmed down a little bit. "What set you off, sweetheart?" He reserves that name only for the tenderest, most vulnerable moments between them, when Robby is raw like this, when Jack knows exactly what to say to comfort him. Robby doesn't deserve him, and he wishes he didn't need Jack so badly, but he knows he couldn't survive without him.

"Just want to please you," Robby whispers, because the aching hole in his soul just wants to get back to that, to pleasing Jack as a way to absolve himself. The only thing that will make him feel better. "Please, let me." He starts fumbling with the zipper again, but Jack gently takes his hand and threads their fingers together.

"That can wait," Jack says, eyes concerned now, and of course he doesn't understand, why would he if Robby didn't explain? "I would much rather lie down with you, just--let me hold you for a minute. We'll talk about this when you're up for it."

"No," Robby can't help but say, squeezing Jack's hand. "Don't deserve that."

Jack is silent for a moment, almost speechless, and then says, "You do, brother, you do. That's--god, that's fucking nothing from me. You really don't know how much I love you, do you? How I'd do anything for you, and holding you tight while you tell me what made you start sobbing during sex is not a chore? It's not, Robby, it's not."

He takes Robby's face in his hands and tilts it up to look at him again with a soft, reassuring smile. "I swear, brother. Now come here. I'm not going anywhere until we talk this out."

He pulls Robby up into bed with him, and that dangerous sound of hope appears in Robby's mind yet again. The hope that he might, someday, somehow, be worthy of this man.

@throbby-robby @gremlinkat1992 @genevievedarcygranger @coffee-splatters @fatherpo @achingly-tired @optimisticflicker @hunterofartemis151 @kaja94 @readingaroundworlds @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @silhouette-sky @nowandajenn @gayestcowboyintown @its-me-meg @optimisticallydevotedmercinary @imbiowaresbitch @neversleepingever @violet-ink @fertilise-me @shakedownstreet73 @cassiesanklemonitor69 @cesario-r @creativebutlazy @idrkwhichnametouse @toorealtooyoung @tealcelery @kai-superwholock @pinkstuff0 @greckel @stripystar @forsookbooks @robbyrobinavitch @babyqueen17 @m4rkie

[hawksredrobe]

Robby was certain that after he and Jack got together, after they finally confessed their feelings and started having regular sex, finally sharing space in the way they wanted, that the fervor would fade. That Robby would be able to go a night without thinking about Jack or dealing with the yearning ache in his chest.

But the opposite has happened, a month in. And yeah, maybe it's a honeymoon phase, maybe it's just the novelty of having new things to learn about Jack for the first time in years, but Robby can't get enough. His hunger has grown, not faded. He's downrght obsessed.

Jack is in his every thought. Sleeping becomes almost impossible, especially after Robby's had to leave him behind at handoff with nothing more than a kiss to sustain him.

Lying in bed alone, he's either filled with giddy excitement at the thought of getting to see Jack in the morning that sleep won't come, or he's filled with a quiet despair and something akin to heartbreak that he and Jack are doomed to work opposite shifts, and he'll quietly stifle his tears into the pillow, filled with a yawning ache to pick up the phone and demand that Jack ditch work and get home with him right now.

When it hits midnight and Robby is still tossing and turning, he considers what the cons would be to switching to night shift. He'd manage. He and Jack would finally be on the same schedule. They could fall asleep together, wrapped up and warm.

Robby doesn't know how he ever managed to fall asleep without being wrapped up in Jack's strong arms. Every part of him is so strong because of all he's been through, and in those moments where the weight of the world cracks and crumbles, Robby is there to catch him, to help him find his balance again.

Robby wants to know absolutely everything there is left to know about him. What sounds Jack will make when Robby touches him in certain spots, just so. How he'll arch his back when Robby digs his fingernails into his skin. The way his face will change and shift when Robby says something just sweet enough. The way he tastes in the morning, and the evening, and at handover, and how many times is too many for Robby to text him before bed.

He always wakes up to even more texts back from Jack throughout the night, filled with so many love you and miss yous and kiss emojis and little pickup lines that shouldn't make Robby laugh at his phone like a teenager. But they do.

Maybe it's unhealthy. Maybe they're too codependent. Maybe they should be better at being away from one another. But Robby doesn't fucking care. He cares about so many goddamn things, so many of which take way too much energy for how trivial they are in the terms of life--he and Jack being so codependent might literally save their lives. He doesn't care if it's not normal, at this point.

@throbby-robby @gremlinkat1992 @genevievedarcygranger @coffee-splatters @fatherpo @achingly-tired @optimisticflicker @hunterofartemis151 @kaja94 @readingaroundworlds @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @silhouette-sky @nowandajenn @gayestcowboyintown @its-me-meg @optimisticallydevotedmercinary @imbiowaresbitch @neversleepingever @violet-ink @fertilise-me @shakedownstreet73 @cassiesanklemonitor69 @cesario-r @creativebutlazy @idrkwhichnametouse @toorealtooyoung @tealcelery @kai-superwholock @pinkstuff0 @greckel @stripystar @forsookbooks @robbyrobinavitch @babyqueen17 @m4rkie

[hucklerabbot-and-rock]

[luzliluz]

First Call Home

Jack, alone in an army hospital in Germany, finally allowed to call his best friend.

Robby, alone in their shared apartment after weeks of thinking Jack was dead.

-

Because best friends was the only thing they were allowed to be.

[drjackrabbots]

Jack abbot: actually very respectful of being Robby’s gay awakening. Very pleased and gentle with him, a little nervous of spooking him, absolutely enamoured and honoured to be his first time with a man.

Robby ‘I turned jack abbot gay’ Robinavitch: the smuggest man on planet EARTH. Needs everyone to know. Might even take out billboards actually. Horny.

[thepitt-incorrect]

*Abbot arriving at the Pitt with a tight gray t-shirt, army pants, shouting orders while he does CPR*

Robby: Damn, I wish I was gay. Men are so hot.

Dana, sighing: I can't do this anymore.

[menziiee]

can you guys believe that the b in lgbt stands for best friends since childhood, bucky barnes and steven rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield

[bebx]

[hawksredrobe]

Robby and Jack have a bet and whoever wins gets their favorite fantasy in bed.

Robby is too embarrassed to ask for his, so in order to make sure he loses, he picks something he knows Jack is really good at.

Jack, knowing his man, has every intention of losing on purpose. Except Robby wins fair and square. How is he so good at everything?! And why is it so hot??)

Anyway!

Robby has to ask for what he wants, Jack gets to make it come true, and in the end, they both win.

The details of the bet and what Robby wants are completely up to you!

-🐬

"You can tell me what you want," Jack coaxes. "It's okay." Ever since he lost the bet, his mind has been running wild with what Robby might want. A roleplay of some sort? A wild night of rough sex and hickeys and rope? A toy used to torture Jack?

"I don't think I can," Robby says, shaking his head. Jack knows he lost on purpose, knows whoever comes first loses would be skewed in Jack's favor, noticed the way Robby was intentionally being lazy and not touching Jack, focusing on himself so he would come first and lose, but Jack was so hot from watching him touch himself, and Robby was so nervous, that Jack ended up coming first anyway. And now here they are.

"I promise, whatever it is, there will be no judgment," Jack says, kissing his forehead. "What is it, baby?"

Robby casts his eyes down, dark and sad. "Could you...blow me under the desk? While I'm working in the office at home?"

Jack's waiting for more, and when it doesn't come, he just blinks. "Uh--of course, brother, I would do that on any normal Tuesday. Why didn't you ask for that before?"

"Only if it will be easy on your leg," Robby adds, blushing hot and dark in his cheeks. "Only if you--"

Jack kisses him. "Sit your ass down in that desk chair. Work, do whatever you wanna do. This is gonna be the blowjob of your life, sweetheart. Don't worry about it, and stop apologizing. Let me worry about my leg."

[hawksredrobe]

Two things, can I please ehave the motorcyle emoji? Also, sleazy Robby jacking off onto Jack's underwear before he starts his shift so Jack can feel it running down his legs but there's none inside him and he wants.

you absolutely can, but just in case you didn't know, emojis are usually used to identify different anons and you're not sending asks from anon! of course you still can, but just in case you didn't know you're not on anon <3 if you want to switch to being on anon from now on, you can do that too!

Jack can't stop squirming, resisting the urge to whine as he starts his shift. The feeling of Robby dripping down his legs, even though he's not there, even though Jack didn't get fucked to earn that feeling, is so delicious.

Although of course, he misses Robby and wishes he could've been the one to give Jack that load directly, instead of simply leaving a mess for him to walk around in. He'll get that later, he'll make sure of it.

[hawksredrobe]

Can I get an AU/add on to 🐈‍⬛ prompt about Jack using a panty portal while Robby is on sabbatical?

What if…one time (after Robby is back), the fucking Jack gets while he’s wearing the panties is ✨immaculate✨. Like, Jack has never been fucked so expertly, and if he’s imagining that it’s Robby the whole time, that’s between him and his brain.

What he doesn’t know is Robby is in fact fucking him, and Robby is imagining it’s Jack he’s fucking while at the club (because obviously he’s madly in love with his best friend).

-🐬

Jack is moaning face down into a pillow with his hips and ass raised into the air, as he's fucked through the panties.

He's soaking and dripping through them, as he is almost every time he wears them, but this fuck right now is like no other. It feels so damn good, he can't fathom it, can't stop moaning, can't figure out who could possibly fuck him this good, mourning the fact that it's a stranger he'll never get to feel again.

Robby would fuck you this good, his mind hums to him. Robby would make you feel like this. And he pretends this is Robby, fantasizes about it until he's drooling, but it isn't. He knows it isn't. Right?

No time to think, as the stranger actually bothers to rub his clit for once, making him come and clench around them with a shout.

[classic-cevans]

Omega!Jack loves riling up his sweet, caring Alpha.

The way Robby's cheeks go red, how he starts rubbing his hands together and shifting from foot to foot.

The way he follows Jack around the ED over the top of his glasses.

The faintest growl hidden inside his beard when Al-Hashimi stands too close or a patients emergency contact touches his chest.

Alpha isn't stoic but he's quiet, reserved, so when Jack can get him flustered and worked up he takes advantage.

Uses it to have his strong, handsome Alpha bend him over the bathroom sink and fuck him stupid.

Holding his head up and to the side so Jack can, "See the mark I gave you? You're mine, omega."

@serinmatheson1