CustardApple
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Robby wears a pretty camisole and panty set to reward his boyfriend.
This fic is a collab with @lin4lool on tumblr! They created some beautiful artwork that I based this fic on. Their art is available in the second chapter, and also by following this link :)
Bookmarked by CustardApple
02 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
And then months and years had passed so quickly and so naturally that they had led to that night, on Robby’s sofa, with Jack dozing in his arms, while in the background Leia told Han Solo she loved him and he replied to her that he already knew it.
He should have told Jack how much those two characters resembled them. Because maybe Jack always had feelings for him and has just been waiting all the time for Robby to realize it.
Bookmarked by CustardApple
02 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Jack had a mental list of things Robby never talked about even though it impacted every part of his existence. The PTSD. Adamson. His dad. Being a sub. Robby had a list of things he wouldn’t talk about and that was fine. Jack was fine with it. It was the price of being Robby’s best friend, and normally he’d let it go. But this?
Jack eyed Robby, leaning over central. Nobody clocked anything wrong. The wrist strap that was cutting off his circulation. The slightly antsy eyes flicking around the room.
Or the biological BDSM fic I wanted to see in the world.
Bookmarked by CustardApple
02 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
On the roof, Abbot makes Robby promise that he won't leave for his sabbatical until the morning, and instead to spend the night at his place. He doesn't need the sleep anyways, and Robby finds out all he needed was an outlet. However, the stress breaks him before he can let it go, and Abbot's left to take care of him.
Bookmarked by CustardApple
02 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jack replied, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. He tilted his chin back and looking down the bridge of his nose at Dennis in a way that made him feel a hell of a lot more than two inches taller than the younger man. “Were we still pretending that your little thing for boots isn’t incredibly obvious?”
Dennis laughed awkwardly, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears. Danger. "I, uh, I don't know what you're talking about?"
"I'm talking about the way you always seem more interested in looking down at my shoes when we're out together than looking at my face. The first few times, sure, I could excuse that as early relationship jitters. But consistently over ten months? That's a pattern."
Dennis's cheeks went pink. He could feel his face burning from the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. His eyes flitted around the bedroom, traitorously returning to the line of boots in the open closet again and again.
aka dennis likes boots. jack has boots.
Bookmarked by CustardApple
02 Jun 2026