moonicunty

robby hooking dennis up to a vital signs monitor. restraining him to the gurney, strapping his wrists and ankles down. leaving him cold and naked on the bed, softly teasing his hairy cunt. robby spitting on his tdick, rubbing it in rounds until the beeping of his pulse increases. robby pulls back, teasing the boy. dennis tosses his head back, whining and rutting his hips against nothing. pulling at his restraints, fighting for some relief back on his clit. robby watches the monitor and only touches him again once he’s calmed down. he thumbs dennis’ swollen dick, arching his back, groaning angry. the familiar feeling of heat swirls in his belly knowing how quickly it gets torn away again, the high-pitched beeping of his pulse pounds in his head, crying from frustration, over and over again.

I bought Dr. Robby's green fleece (it's a Patagonia Better Sweater in the colour Torrey Pine Green), which arrived in the post today. The fleece is great, but this post isn't about that. This post is about how a flyer fell out from the folds of the fleece which, upon closer inspection, I discovered to be an advertisement for an anti-suicide charity. Hilarious stuff.

rabbot videosexting on call because they miss each other while robby's on sabbatical and BUT HANG ON WAIT....robby is a pathetic boomer so he lowkey forgot to switch off his camera and mic and end the call so he jerks off and jack does to because he finds that hot and then robby cums when jack reveals he's been there the whole time. SEND TWEET, (cough if someone writes this...heh...who said that.)

subtop trinity who's whining and whimpering and hiccuping wet little sobs and pleads as if she's the one getting fucked,,, a-aah, please, mommy, please, mommy, please— mmmh, oh g-god— muttbrained as she ruts her strap desperately into baran's dripping cunt, wanting so badly to make her mommy feel good,,, so fuzzy and stupid she swears she can feel the tight, wet clench of baran's pussy on her silicone dick,,, baran murmuring good dog, good boy, just like that, fuck...

robby asks dennis what type of stuff he's into in the bedroom and dennis just goes "oh! yeah!" and then fumbles around to pull out his phone and is like "i have a list... in my notes app... somewhere—here! okay so spitting in my mouth, uuhh calling you daddy—obviously, you know that one already—your armpits, want you to slap my face—never actually tried that one before but—"

sometimes i get sad about the fact that the fandom is so wrapped up in made-up drama with no basis in reality and discourse about fanon that there is almost NO conversation about the ACTUAL political parts of the pitt. so much criticism and no actual discussion of the pitt’s points about ice, about misdiagnosis of women and poc, about the fucked up insurance systems in the us, about deportations, about child abuse, about mental health, about suicide, about addiction, about federal funding cuts towards programs that benefit people of color, LIKE. you wanna talk about the pitt’s politics but instead of talking about ANY of that you wanna make shit up instead oh okay

*dirty talking* you’ve been a very bad boy and im just going to straight up kill you now

bitches be like "i love writing fanfiction" and then constantly second guess themselves because what if they're not good enough what if it's cringe what if no one likes it what if people laugh when they see it what if i mischaracterized someone what if i didn't tag it properly what if what if what if