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accidentally had a thought about them today. voilà

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good morning

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Robby/Abbot morning sex or somnophilia

you got bumped to the front of the line for such a magnificent request, dear anon <3 thank you!!

robby/abbot (rabbot), rise and shine - nsfw (morning sex, consensual somnophilia, a hiiiiiint of a scent kink SORRY)

On their off days, Jack was the early riser of the two. It was some sort of sick, twisted irony doled out by a god neither of them really believed in. Jack preferred the night. Loved the night. But nearly a decade in the military rewired his body in more ways than one. On the rare nights he got to spend with Robby, he found it next to impossible to sleep in later than six or seven. Robby - angel of the morning, harbinger of a new day in the E.D. - could sleep until noon if left to his own devices.

It made no fucking sense.

That was okay. Jack knew how to occupy himself.

Watching Robby sleep had quickly become one of Jack’s favorite pastimes. As much as he enjoyed reading medical journal articles on his tablet in bed, no stroke of modern medical genius could ever quite beat the way Robby’s lips fell into a heavy pout as he dreamt, hair mussed and duvet bunched up around his navel. 

Looking could only last him so long, though. Jack had an attention span. And it dwindled faster every time he remembered that one of his favorite playthings was just on the other side of Robby’s boxer shorts.

The angle was better from between Robby’s legs, anyway. From down here, he could appreciate the fullness of Robby’s beard, the column of his throat, the way his brows twitched when Jack swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock. Jack’s lips quivered into a smirk, then he took the entirety of Robby’s mostly-soft dick into his mouth through the unbuttoned fly of his boxers.

Robby was a known sleep-mumbler, and whenever Jack touched him, licked him like this, that trait evolved into sleep-humming, sleep-whining. Robby’s thighs tensed and Jack’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as Robby’s cock began to twitch and thicken up against his tongue. 

“Mm…” Robby purred, eyes closed but brows drawn together the way they sometimes did when he was dreaming. Jack swallowed around Robby, now half hard, and eyed him expectantly as he warmed his cock. He could sit like this for another half hour if he needed to, until Robby was fully hard and throbbing and threatening to cum in his fucking sleep like Jack had made him once before, but the faint blush rising on Robby’s cheeks and neck told Jack he didn’t have long before he finally woke the bear.

Jack hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head rhythmically. Might as well let Robby wake up to a show.

“Oh, oh…” Robby whined, bordering on confused as he began to stir. Jack gazed intently up at him, pulled off of his cock, latched his insatiable mouth onto one of Robby’s balls, and stroked Robby to full hardness. Robby jolted the second his eyes cracked open and croaked out a weak “Jack!” Jack used his other hand to press down on Robby’s hip, keeping him firmly in place against the mattress.

“Nice of you to join us,” Jack murmured. He pointedly eyed Robby’s stiff cock, and Robby would have rolled his eyes or exasperatedly pantomimed a rimshot if he had been given any chance of waking with a shred of coherence to his name. “You taste good in the morning, Michael.” He meant it, too. Jack got a sick thrill out of Robby all unshowered and unsuspecting. He smelled and tasted like a man, and fuck, Jack couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, Jack,” Robby groaned, all gruff and gravelly. Jack got back to work, sucking Robby down and maintaining eye contact so direct and purposeful that Robby felt as if he couldn’t catch his breath. He grabbed at Jack’s pillow with one hand, Jack’s hair with the other. “How long have you- oh, Jack, just like that…”

Robby didn’t stand a chance. He was sensitive and sleepy and Jack cupped his balls just right, tongued at the crown of his cockhead just right, then he was spilling into Jack’s mouth with a punched-out groan, his orgasm awakening every nerve ending that had dared to lag behind the rest. Jack merely raised a brow as he swallowed every drop, eyeing Robby with devilish satisfaction.

“Fu-uuuuuck.” Robby’s chest heaved as he recovered, sweat dotting his collarbone, his forehead, the backs of his knees. Jack wanted to lick it all up, but refrained in favor of not giving Robby a goddamn heart attack before eight in the morning.

Jack reluctantly pulled off for good and teased Robby’s still-stiff cock with his fingertips. Robby shivered through a sigh and shook his head down at Jack.

“I need to put a fucking bell on you,” Robby lamented.

“Me-yow.”

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winner winner chicken dinner ✷⁠‿⁠✷ y'all voted (thank you!!), and light dom/sub was the victor!

full spicy version is up on ao3 and my priv twitter ♡

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desire

back on my young!rabbot bullshit, in all their uncertainty and impulsiveness (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

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I am so here for Jack Abbot being very loudly overly “woke” just to mess with ignorant people.

A lot of people would see him and expect him to be more on the conservative side, cause middle-aged, white, military man, you know? Meanwhile Jack’s the exact opposite and it really bugs him that people assume he’d be some close-minded prick, so he decides to mess with them.

Someone complains to him about how the younger generation has such a victim complex and just want something to be wrong with them so that they can get a handout, that most of them look perfectly healthy. Jack agrees, then gets up and pretends to trip over something (making sure his pant leg rides up a little so the guy can see his prosthetic) and rants about how it was ableist of the floor to be in his way for like 10 minutes.

A new hire is talking about how there are too many gay people today and that there weren’t any of these “sissy men” around when he and Jack were kids. That if there were, they’d get taught a lesson and that’s the way it should be. Jack just nods along until Robby walks by and Jack calls him over just to plant one on him. Robby turns bright red and stutters before walking away, after which Jack turns to the new hire and is like “by the way, I don’t think ‘sissy men’ is the politically correct term anymore.”

He also has a great system going with Parker and Walsh. If a patient is being difficult with them because they’re women and ask for a male doctor, they’ll always call Jack. He will then purposefully act like the biggest idiot ever- tripping over stuff, using the patient as a pin cushion, trying to use his stethoscope on the patient’s leg- until they ask for a different doctor and Jack tells them only Walsh or Parker are available.

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daily reminder to drink some wa-

hold on.

Post canceled.

is it anyone on tumblr named Brian?

is there anyone logged in right now who has the name Brian

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if youre against body shaming, then you HAVE to be against body shaming men too.

that means no more micropenis and small dick "jokes".

that means no more neckbeard "jokes".

that means no more "jokes" about moobs / man boobs if someone has told you that it makes them uncomfortable (/ dysphoric).

that means no more mocking men (and women, but i see this targeting men more often) with flat asses.

that means no more mocking men for having long hair.

that means no more mocking men for having a "pedo 'stache".

that means not mocking trans men who dont want to medically transition and respecting their boundaries.

that means not mocking intersex men whose intersex variations you dont personally understand.

be against body shaming ANYONE.

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Unkind reminder we are NOT doing transmedicalism in the transandrophobia tag. That's not happening on my watch. I already watched this whole bullshit happen back in 2017 on tumblr in general. Transmedicalists will catch a block on sight.

I'm a binary trans man but there's aspects of my gender that transmeds would object to. There's no winning with these fools. Get tf out of the tag if you're not going to be respectful to your siblings.

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there can't be anyone happier about the emmy noms than john wells who has spent literally twenty years just

like that's his special little guy

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excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most well-known and beloved heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers

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Momma: What would you do if Noah Wyle was in a store or in public and you were there too?

Me: ignore him

Momma: What really? You wouldn’t want an autograph? You’ve been in love with him since you were like 5 and you watched ER for the first time.

Me: yeah I would be to scared to go up to him.

Momma: why baby?

Me: I wouldn’t know how to act… and he’s pretty I would be intimidated

Momma: *nods head* I understand

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fuck it just fucking go night night

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everybody moved on, I stayed there

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The filter relies on manually curated open-source blocklists, including the ‘nuclear’ list, provided by uBlockOrigin and uBlacklist Huge AI Blocklist,” DuckDuckGo said in a post on X. “While it won’t catch 100% of AI-generated results, it will greatly reduce the number of AI-generated images you see.

Left: AI filter is off Right: AI filter is on

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“Robby I think has got kind of a 6 week relationship shelf life. I think he’s a really kind of exciting and romantic and fun guy to be around for a little while. And then it starts to kind of peter off because he’s not really good at sustaining relationships that require degrees of intimacy and trust. That makes him uncomfortable. And so that’s been his pathology. And I think we’re curious to sort of explore if he were gonna get healthy, what would that look like? What would he need to do and be to be able to be in a healthy relationship with someone?”

-Noah Wyle