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[blueangelbby]

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[nadjasnandor]

the vampires got it right. life is about being bisexual and a little bit pathetic. and going through different levels of depressive episodes

[bigbootsmanofwarwrites]

hellooo thank you for filling all these prompts! jeez you’re prolific. any chance we might ACTUALLY see a moment in the fauxcest where they chain Robby to the bed for real? so he can’t leave them again? My brain immediately lurched to THAT image at the end of that story, whew.

(I could see something where Robby voluntarily allows Jack to tie him to the bed to give Dennis complete free rein of his body— a sort of ‘I’m sorry’ gift. Letting Dennis explore his Dad however he wants while Jack looks on. Though, I think in reality, the Dennis in this universe won’t be happy until he’s like, fuckin’ carved his name in Robby’s leg, but that’s another idea 🫠)

this has been marinating in my brain for weeks because I love this little fauxcest verse so damn much. 

In retrospect, Robby can see now that it was a bad idea to get on his bike and leave them. He stands by the compulsion, the need. He's not … a well man, by any measure. He knows it. He's been depressed on and off for almost his entire life. 

As a doctor, he understands that it's his brain chemistry. As a man, he thinks - well, it must be a punishment of some kind, for something he's done. He wishes, like hell, that just loving Jack the way he does could cure it. 

But it can't. 

He wishes that loving Dennis the way he does could cure it. 

But it can't. 

He'll likely always be this way. Susceptible and vulnerable to the darkness inside him, that creeps in at the edges when he least expects it. Drags him down into the well of misery and hopelessness that's so fucking hard to get out of. Every time, he's convinced, this will be the end. 

It's only this time that he started to plan how to end it. 

He won't ever tell them, how bad it got. They don't need to know. It would only scare them. Hell, it scared him. How close he got to just … not coming back. Jack's a good man, he'd take care of Dennis, and - he could be free of this endless anguish. 

But no. Jack's saved him from that, not for the first time. The guilt, it was necessary. Robby does best when he has other people to care for. To live for. He'd forgotten, out there on the road, that he had a husband and a little boy. That they need him as much as he needs them. 

Now that he's home, it's … well, it's not all magically fixed. Dennis is skittish around him. Jack is still clearly angry he'd left. But he is home. He's home, and he's staying. He can do the work to make them trust him again. 

God, the idea that Dennis had been pulling away from Jack? That he was trying to make himself - well, not smaller, Robby supposes. But something else. Something not theirs. It fucking breaks his heart. 

He loves this kid. Adores him. Sure, it's not the most conventional relationship. Him, his husband and the kid they half-raised. But it works. They all get what they need out of it. Robby gets to feel like a father, to nurture. Jack gets to protect and play. Dennis gets his Daddies. 

It takes some time, though, for that to come back. 

He gets the kid into bed and spreads his legs, kisses all the way up his thighs, and Dennis barely twitches. He doesn't squirm and beg for Daddy to suck him. He doesn't climb into their laps anymore, seeking kisses and cuddles and a fuck. He's shy. He's trying not to be a burden, Robby can see it. 

"Sweetheart, c'mere," Robby coos, when Dennis steadfastly refuses to pay attention to Robby and Jack kissing, slow and languid, on the sofa beside him. 

"I'm okay," Dennis murmurs, even though Robby can see he's hard. It's like - ever since Robby left them, Dennis has become reluctant to ask for anything. He has to have affection pushed on him. 

Robby hates it. 

"Sweetheart," he insists, voice low. "Come here and give your father a kiss." 

And that does it, that's enough firmness to get Dennis to move, to gladly crawl to them and submit to a kiss, to let Jack work his fingers inside him. 

It's months of waiting for his boy to return to normal, to understand that Robby isn't leaving again, that if he asks for something he wants, he won't be denied it. 

"I mean, I know I fucked up, but Christ," Robby swears, drinking with Jack while the kid is out drinking with his friends. "It's worse than the beginning. At least then he was just a blushing mess. Now he's - " 

Jack takes a swig of his beer as Robby's speaking, swallows, and then cuts him off. 

"Now he's had all his abandonment issues triggered all over again," he says, not entirely kindly. He's not exactly pleased with Robby, either, but they've been through this before. Years and years of marriage. He knows Jack will be a little grumpy for a while, but that he'll be forgiven eventually. "Now he thinks any tiny thing he does wrong means his Dad will leave again." 

Robby winces. They're sitting at the bar, and they probably shouldn't be talking so openly like this. He's not sure anyone else would understand this. This thing they have together. This perfect little family they've built. 

"But I'm back. And I've apologised. I'm not going anywhere again," Robby whines. He's a grown man, whining into very expensive whiskey. He's ridiculous. 

"Well, how is he supposed to trust that, Mike?" Jack retorts, and - yeah, he has a point. "All you've done is show him that he's loveable for a little while, and then he's very easy to leave." 

It's wrong. It tastes wrong in the air, it feels wrong in his chest, but he can see the shape of the pattern. He can see how Dennis would see it. 

He lays his head on the bar, defeated. The bartender gives him a sideways glance, but Jack waves him off. 

"How do I show him he can trust me?" Robby asks, very quietly. He thinks, in this moment, he'd do anything. He just wants his kid back. 

Jack pauses, thinking. 

"Well," he says slowly, and a grin curls around his mouth. "We did say we were going to keep you tied to our bed."  

Robby drills the anchor points into the bedframe himself. If this is what Dennis needs to feel more secure, sure. He can take a little bondage. Jack makes sure to buy the expensive, proper chains that won't hurt, but also won't give him any leeway. If he's going to let himself be tied down, well. He's going to do it properly. 

"You sure, Mike?" Jack asks, eyeing the setup. "You know if he gets you into this thing, he might not let you out." 

Robby feels a thrill of delight at the prospect. 

"I'm sure," he says, grinning and clapping Jack on the shoulder. 

They wait, til Dennis is coming home from a shift he works alone, to surprise him. The kid has been picking up extras, sometimes doubles, and - well, neither of them are a big fan of that. Still, the kid isn't really a kid. He's a grown man, and they have to let him make his own decisions. 

Even if those decisions mean he's run ragged. 

Robby does, he will admit, feel a little exposed like this. More than a little exposed. Jack has chained him, spread-eagled to the bed. The cool silver of the chains weighs him down at wrists and ankles, and - he truly can't move. He can't close his legs. His skin pebbles with gooseflesh when he thinks too hard about how he must look. 

"Guys?" Dennis calls, as he steps into a seemingly empty, quiet apartment. 

"In here, sweetheart," Jack calls, from his place in a chair in the corner of the room. He flicks Robby a glance, both loving and excited, and waits for Dennis to find them. 

Robby's heart is thundering in his chest - sure, he and Jack used to fuck around with blindfolds, cuffs, the usual shit you play with in your 20s, but, he's never felt quite like this. 

Dennis steps into the room, and his eyes are immediately on Robby. He drops his bag, mouth open. 

"What … the hell?" he asks weakly. His gaze travels, hungry, over every inch of exposed skin. 

"I told you we'd chain him to the bed if we had to," Jack says, grinning. He looks like an eager child, trying not to jump into the fun. This is Dennis' gift. "Well, and we figured you might like it." 

Dennis is still staring at him, but taking small steps forward toward him, too. 

"M'not going anywhere, kid," Robby murmurs, his cheeks pink. "Now you can just - make sure." 

Dennis nods, visibly stunned. 

"This is - oh, I like this," he says, and now, his features are starting to light up in delight. Robby has to suppress the urge to try to swoop him into his arms. He can't right now. "Fuck. You guys. This is hot." 

Jack laughs from his place in the corner. 

"Uh-huh," he drawls. "A Daddy who can't go anywhere? Who looks like that? Come here and give me a kiss to say thank you." 

Dennis crosses the room in an instant, kissing Jack deep and long. Robby feels his cock twitch just watching them, watching Jack's hand slide over the kid's ass. He must make a sound, because Dennis pulls back and looks over at him, smirking. 

"Are you feeling left out?" he asks, sweet. Robby only glares. With the way he's tied up, he can't even lift his hips beyond a few inches. 

Dennis strips out of his scrubs and leaves them in a crumpled pile on the floor. Much as he wants the kid on him, now, Robby clears his throat and looks pointedly at the pile. 

"Oh, come on, I'll - " 

"Now," Jack says, firm and low. 

Dennis huffs, but snatches up the scrubs and tosses them into the hamper. 

"Happy?" he snaps, and straddles Robby's lap, swiftly. Faster than either of them can move. He's warm and heavy atop him, and Robby sighs with contented relief. 

"Very, baby boy," he breathes, looking up at Dennis with adoring eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful. So good for us." 

Dennis ducks his head, but Robby can see he's gone pink. He wants to kiss and touch until it's a deep flushed red, but - he's not in control right now. 

"So I can do anything I want with you right now?" the kid asks, rocking his hips very slightly. Robby bites back a moan, and nods.

"That's the idea," he says. "So long as you're a good boy and call me Daddy." 

Dennis stares down at him, clearly contemplating something, before he scoots down Robby's body a little, and starts pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck. Fuck. Yeah, Robby's perfectly okay with this. He tries to lean up into them, but doesn't get far. 

It's only when the kid's mouth gets down to his belly that he really starts straining. 

"Fuck, kid," he gasps, every nerve ending alight. Dennis' tongue swirls around his snail trail, sliding lower and lower and - 

"Mngh." 

It's choked, and muffled, because if he let out the kind of cry he wants to, with Dennis' mouth around his cock, he'd sound pathetic. 

"Just enjoy it, Michael," Jack advises, his voice deep in the way it gets when he's very aroused. "Let our sweet boy suck his father off." 

Both Dennis and Robby moan, and his hips lift up just very slightly. Dennis pushes them back down, and pulls off. 

"Baby," Robby whines, desperate to get that hot wet mouth back on him. "Come on." 

"No," Dennis says simply. "You left us. You think that was fun? You can handle a little teasing." 

Guilt floods him, and he realises - Dennis has not forgiven him. Maybe this will go some way toward that. 

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, quiet. Dennis either doesn't hear it, or ignores it, moving between his legs and licking a stripe against his hole. Robby does cry out this time, and there's nowhere for him to go, to move away from the overwhelming sensation of Dennis' tongue pressing inside him. "Fuck! Kid! I - I'm sorry!" 

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," Dennis tells him, lifting his head up. His eyes have gone dark. He looks - like their boy, enraged. Jack makes no move to intervene. He's just watching, stroking himself idly. 

"I m-missed you, the whole time," Robby says, a touch desperate. Dennis is pressing slicked up fingers into him now, slow and torturous, just the opposite of the way he likes when Jack fucks him. "I thought about you both." 

"Then you should have come home straight away," Dennis replies, and crooks two fingers inside him, harsh. 

This is his punishment. It washes over him. He needs to let Dennis punish him, or they won't get past this. 

And honestly?

He wants it. He deserves it. 

"I should have," he whimpers. "I shouldn't have left in the first place." 

Dennis lines his cock up and pushes inside. This time, it's not slow. It's one thrust and he's in so deep Robby can barely breathe. 

"Why did you?" Dennis asks, arms braced on the mattress on either side of Robby's head, holding himself up. "Why did you leave me?" 

His voice is softer than before, smaller. 

He's their little boy again.

Robby can't cradle his cheek, or hold him, or do anything but try to press their bodies together, grind Dennis' cock deeper inside him. 

"Because I was drowning," Robby answers, just as small and soft and honest. "And my brain told me … the right thing to do was go." 

Dennis rocks his hips slowly, fucking into him gently enough that he only gets sparks of pleasure. 

"Next time," Dennis murmurs. "Tell me, and I'll put you right here. Until it goes away." 

"Okay, baby," Robby agrees. "If you promise not to pretend like you're not our kid, okay?" 

Jack makes a small noise from the corner, something like surprise. He hasn't talked a lot about when Robby was gone. What it was like for him to have Dennis, but not have him. It must have hurt. It must have been hard. 

Dennis sighs. Keeps rocking into him, but looks over at Jack. 

"Sorry, Dad," he says, soft. Robby closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of being slowly fucked. "I - thought maybe this fucked up thing we've been doing. The Dad stuff. Was why he left." 

Robby clenches, and it makes Dennis hiss, and thrust harder. 

"It's okay, kid," Jack assures, soft. "But never again, you hear me? I don't want to hear shit about this being fucked up or bad or anything. It's fucked up and it's good." 

Dennis laughs. 

"Well," he says, a touch out of breath. "I guess if my fathers are okay with it, it's fine." 

[blueangelbby]

omg hi. anon who sent the bar kidnapping ask im honored u liked it 🥹

ok hopefully i dont babble on too much and ur able to add some of ur own thoughts this time buutttt the aftermath of it all... dennis becoming more and more convinced over time that he should just stop trying to fight this weird new ownership robby and jack have over him, that they saved him, that he owes them this. that guy would've done worse if robby hadn't interfered, and robby wouldn't have even been there if jack hadn't 'recommended' he go out and decompress after shift

so really, dennis should be here, should let them have this, it would be rude to not repay them, right? eventually they would tire out and be satisfied with their fill, and let him go back to work, back to his life.

meanwhile jack and robby are trying their best to erase every trace of (the recently reported missing by an honestly concerned santos) dennis whitaker on the outside world there is, anything to keep the kid theirs

(P.S. is 🦷 anon taken..)

I’m just. I’m so obsessed with this lil kidnapping au.

Dennis keeps getting stuck. Stuck over dad’s knee or in the corner or the one he hates most, alone, in his room, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and wonder what the fuck his life is now.

So it’s easier to stop fighting. Lean into it. For as exasperated as they get over his bad behavior, they’ll probably be even more bored when there’s not a toy to break. If he stops trying to run, stops fighting tooth and nail, stops hearing the “this hurts us more than it hurts you baby” - maybe he’ll have a chance.

And they were so nice. They are so nice. Robby lets him hear about cases at work. Jack fingers him until he’s crying and sleepy and ready to collapse into bed. They feed him, they clothe him, they give him sweet kisses. They’re good to him. He should be good back.

Meanwhile Jack and Robby are thrilled when Dennis starts using his please and thank you’s. When he asks if he can sit with them on the couch to watch a movie instead of going back to his room for bedtime. When he stops flinching every time his dad or daddy lean down for a kiss.

Dennis calls them dad or daddy unprompted and they’re positive they’ve won. Robby’s almost gotten Trinity to stop asking questions. Jack’s got a buddy who’s making sure the missing person’s investigation goes no where. Their son is being so good. Their baby boy is home and safe. He doesn’t need to be anywhere else.

[doesthemoonhaveeyes]

hucklerabbot where robby and jack ,when they don't get a younger person's joke or reference,ask dennis because surely he would know as he's a younger person too.

dennis " i like funk music and don't know who colonel mustard is" whitaker is just as confused as them ."i dunno know why the 8 year old patient keeps saying the numbers 6 and 7 or what the hell a dot cake is? why are you guys asking me?"

[lancey-lance-963]

New Dog, Old Tricks

[Huckleabbot, hankie code, bdsm dynamics.]

“I think your hanky’s on the wrong side.” 

Dennis had been expecting it. He’d been getting odd looks and well-meaning doms coming up to him all night. Never condescending, never rude, just trying to help what they thought was a new sub dabbling in hankie code. Dennis always gave back a polite smile and a “no, it’s on the side I want it to be.” 

This man was new. 

Not new to the scene, judging by his crow’s feet and comfortability in the space he occupied. Black shirt tucked into camo pants tucked into impeccably shined boots

“No, it’s on the right side. I’ve done my research.” 

The man let out a sheepish huff, flagging down a bartender. “That’s what I get for assuming- lemme buy you a drink?” Dennis took it for what it was- clearly he had already gone in with the plan to chat him up, and this was course correction. The fact that he wasn’t walking away after learning he was a dom… well, Dennis certainly had a type and he fit it like a leather glove. 

“No, it’s alright- people underestimate me. I had to get into hanky code so that people would stop asking me to be their sub.” Dennis joked, taking his Jack and Coke with a nod. 

"You do give off... a vibe.” the man admitted, settling into the stool next to him. 

"You can say 'kicked puppy', it's what my roommate dubbed it.” Dennis grinned into his cup at the snort it pulled from the man before he spoke again. 

"Well if you're looking for puppies you're outta luck, but if you don't mind an old military mutt..." he trailed off, looking at Dennis with a touch of weariness. And it was Dennis's turn to raise his eyebrows.

“Shoot, here I am doing the same thing you were.” 

“Old mutts?” “Assuming, but I wouldn’t be opposed to doing those either.” 

He loved this- the back and forth, the spark. When you realize you’re catching on with someone like a wildfire. The man grinned and took a sip of his drink. Dennis could see a silver chain disappear under his shirt, which led his eyes down the broad plane of his chest. Jesus Christ he was like a tree trunk. Dennis would love to feel those legs wrap around his sides. 

“What’s that there, along your neck?” Dennis asked, using it as an excuse to lean closer. 

“You’ve never seen dog tags before?” the man asked a little incredulously, his next breath cut short as Dennis’s finger traced the line of his carotid artery and only stopped when it hit the chain. Dennis could feel his pulse speed up as his nail scraped the man’s skin gently- watching goosebumps flutter to life in his skin. 

“You already come with a day collar? Cute.” Dennis murmured, hooking his finger under the chain and tugging lightly. The man swallowed hard, wisely waiting for Dennis’s next words. 

“Are you up for adoption?” 

……..

His name was Jack.

He managed to breathe it to Dennis between kisses, cupping Dennis’s cheek and pulling him closer as his fingers tangled in Dennis’s curls. He allowed it, moaning into Jack’s mouth and tasting the remnants of the whiskey he ordered. The stuttered moan that got lost in Dennis’s mouth when he tugged on Jack’s dogtags spiked his blood harder than any alcohol. 

They managed their way up the stairs, Dennis could feel Jack at his heels, the mutt panting behind him. He crowded at his back until Dennis turned on his heel. 

“Sit.” Dennis commanded, watching Jack process the command with a blink. Slowly, he sunk onto one knee, then the other. The action of putting his hands behind his back made the muscles under his thin cotton t-shirt ripple and flex. Chin up, shoulders back. 

Military mutt indeed. 

“Slobbering at my back- you need to be patient to get your treat.” Dennis muttered, carding his fingers over Jack’s scalp before gripping the silver curls at the nape of his neck. Jack groaned, eyelashes fluttering slightly. Dennis craned his neck back just a bit further before letting go. He stripped himself of his shirt and laid it over the bed, undoing his belt in the same unhurried fashion. Jack’s eyes were on him, and with each piece Jack’s body drew tighter and tighter. Ready for his command. 

Dennis sat on the bed and leaned back, enjoying the firmness of the mattress and the soft sheets. Lazily, he looked back at Jack. 

“Jack, come.” 

God, he did- stuck between Dennis’s powerful thighs as he thrust into Dennis’s well-prepped hole. Dennis kept a firm grasp on the dogtags, sometimes letting them loose to enjoy the faint jingle of metal in time with his thrusts. Jack leaned down to nuzzle at Dennis’s neck, kissing it and trailing bites and hickies. His back stung where Dennis’s nails left raised marks down Jack’s skin, combined with the sweat that made him look shiny and indulgent in the low light. 

“Please, please, please, angel, you’re killing me-” Jack croaked, his breathing shuddered with effort to hold back, to keep himself up and thrusting into Dennis like a piston. “You don’t cum until I do.” Dennis breathed, back arching slightly as Jack’s cock bullied over his prostate. Dennis’s own dick smeared precum on Jack’s abs, each spark of skin on skin sending Dennis spiraling higher. Jack moaned and let his head hang between his shoulders while he thrusted, feeling Dennis’s body tighten and shudder around his cock. “Shit, good mutt, good- fuck-” Dennis whined, tensing as his cock shot cum onto Jack’s stomach. Relief flooded Jack as he thrust once, twice, then he was burying his face in Dennis’s neck and filling his hole with seed. The two of them shuddered and panted together, enjoying the press of their bodies before Jack’s foot shifted and he hissed in pain. 

Dennis was alert immediately, sitting up and frowning at the sight of Jack’s prosthetic. 

“Jack, is your leg hurting you?” Dennis asked, cupping Jack’s cheek and making him look at him. Jack heaved a sigh- why did he have to be Jack right now? What happened to mutt? “Mmhh, go back to cuddling.” Jack grumbled, tugging Dennis close by his waist. 

“Nuh-uh, leg first.” Dennis leaned down to press a kiss to Jack’s sweaty skin before making his way down to Jack’s leg, shivering at the feeling of Jack’s cum wetting his thighs. Dennis tapped Jack’s thigh, waiting until Jack looked down at him with something suspiciously close to a pout. 

“You’re going to have to walk me through this, Pup.” Dennis said softly. Jack felt his stomach flutter with… something watching Dennis’s nimble fingers take the time to treat him gently. The pin, the prosthetic propped gently against the bed, the liner peeled off with a breath of relief from Jack. A cool wipe on the sweaty, irritated skin. Usually Jack had to do this himself. He didn’t want his doms to feel like they had to handle something like this. It was mesmerizing watching the care. 

Finally, after Dennis had wiped himself down, he climbed into bed with Jack.

Jack cozied up with Dennis, pulling him to his chest with a rumbly noise low in his throat while he pressed his face to Dennis’s neck. Dennis chuckled as he petted the curls on Jack’s nape. Jack closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. 

“Gotta b’careful feeding me scraps, I’ll never leave.” He mumbled, enjoying the soft scritches of his scalp he got in response. 

“I think I could take home an old mutt.”

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[blueangelbby]

I'm losing my mind.

I can't find a post that I started reading but didn't finish because I accidentally closed the app.

istg, my tumblr for you page regularly shows me the same posts but not this one.

maybe it was deleted? idk

anyway, it was hucklerobbot, the prompt was written at the beginning and it was in red (I think the fact of writing them like this is a "feature" of the creator)

It was about Dennis not wanting to make his relationship with Robby and Jack public because he knows how cruel the world can be.

if you can find it

Thank You!!!

It's probably this one by @thepittsera !

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

after a particularly stressful shift, when dennis still feels jitty and his brain won’t slow down, jack is allowed to shotgun him.

robby doesn’t exactly approve of jack’s use of marijuana but he has his own vices, so he doesn’t say anything. and one of those vices is witnessing dennis whitaker’s head being emptied of any and all thoughts.

intelligent, witty, smart dennis, suddenly becoming dumb and pliant. whining at his boyfriends to just touch him, take care of him. freeing himself from having to make any decisions.

robby and jack get intoxicated with power, having all this control handed over to them so easily, all this trust.

their boy would do anything in that state, they fuck him slow, unhurried, stuff him full, the two of them at the same time. robby’s whispering soft praises, while jack mocks him directly in his ear.

shh baby, just like that… such a good obedient boy for us, taking daddy and jack at the same time. you’re doing so good- c’mon don’t whine. just let us take care of you, you know you can trust us.

aw, look at you, kid. you’re just so dumb for our cocks, aren’t you ? but it’s okay- you know why ? because you’re so much better dumb, dennis. you can feel us both inside, can’t you ? this is what you were meant to do honey, constantly drooling for cock. that’s what you were made for, made for cock, made for us. you don’t ever need to think again, we know best anyway. our beautiful brainless slut.

[highconsistency]

soft dom robby hard dom jack brat dennis… yeah

everyone’s enjoying a nice night out, dennis and the girls hanging out at the bar just being loud and obnoxious and having so much fun and of course jack and robby are sat in a corner booth to the side keeping eyes on all of them to make sure they’re safe and behaving… specifically on a certain boy, of course.

they’d been great sports the entire night just hanging around for hours while the kids have their fun, enjoying when dennis would come up to them and leave wet kisses everywhere as he got progressively more drunk. but it was nearing two am and jack was doing alright considering this is midday for him but poor robby is just beat and ready to go home so he goes up to dennis to tell him so.

he sneaks up on the kids with a gentle hand on dennis’ back, startling him as he turns with a lazy smile on his face.

“it’s one forty-five, pup. let’s get the girls their rides and head out, yeah?”

groans came from the group, trinity blowing a raspberry at robby as he shushes her. dennis tosses his head back dramatically, whining as he tells him “noooo, robby. i wanna stay,”

robby just sighs and tells him ten more minutes, den before walking back over to jack with his head shaking.

not even two minutes later does jack come up behind him with a tight grip on the scruff of dennis’ neck, his hot breath hitting dennis’ ear as he whispers “your daddy told you it’s time to go. it’s not up for negotiation, dog.” as he drags him off the barstool, letting robby handle the girls while jack walks dennis to the car.

[shroomeuphemism]

You’re invited!💍

[blueangelbby]

Going to a concert next week if I get to fuck the drummer you’ll never hear the end of it from me

[goatloafsart]

[blueangelbby]

At his core, Dennis eats like a 5 year old.

He used to eat whatever he could get his hands on but when he has an actual choice? Cheetos. Uncrustables. The plastic kool aid bottles and yes he’s gnawing on the top. Avocados yeah but more so inhaling any berry or fruit he can get his hands on. The only veggie Robby and Jack can absolutely get him to consume without a grimace is peas. And even that can be a hassle. Give him those chobani flip yogurts and he’s eating four in one day.

It’s partially his sensory issues with food, part of the simplicity of “carb protein fruit” (vegetable, Robby chastises him and Dennis grumbles in reply), and of course the trauma of it.

Growing up, he couldn’t leave the table until his plate was empty. When church goers brought over food or he went to some gathering, it was polite to take a bit of everything. He’s been so used to forcing his body to consume whatever was put in front of him that the first time Trinity asked what he wanted for snacks he didn’t have a reply. “Whatever you want” because he wouldn’t dare get something of his own or something he wasn’t sure he would like. Something he couldn’t finish.

So when he was the money, and the friends and partners who support his food habits (one vegetable, Dennis seriously you’re going to get scurvy) (I’m not a fucking pirate you’re the one with one leg-sorry, sorry I’m sorry) (I’m not-Jesus I think Robby would insist on corner time for that but that’s fucking funny-)

He just gets to eat however he wants and it’s finally not a food vs him mentality

[lancey-lance-963]

If I said Mutt4Puppy Huckleabbot

Mutt!Jack with leather harnesses and masks and rubber tail plugs and thick collars with metal buckles, polished and well-cared for. Bites and grumbles and huffs like an old dog while he’s fucking Dennis into the bed, tags jingling on his neck with each thrust. Puppy!Dennis with a soft blue collar lined with fur and soft ears he can clip into his hair with a matching tail. a soft little bell on his collar that matches the jingling of Jack’s tags with each thrust. All whimpery and whiney. Sometimes they roughhouse, wrestling and yelping and growling and snapping teeth but Dennis is always wriggling happily when Jack pins him, giggling at the snuffly huffs Jack takes of his neck and throat.

Sometimes they’re curled up together in bed, just in their collars, napping together like a pair of pups. It takes a little longer for Jack to get around on all fours but Dennis always waits for him so patiently.

Yeah <333

[blueangelbby]

dreamy sigh another summer of the cast being together and it being the cutest work bonding trips ever

[blueangelbby]

i never thought id get into the omegaverse but dammit blue you've done it again. ive spent the last several hours livetexting my friends (including the one that misses "that hucklerabbot like a dead wife"). i am so blessed to get to live at the same time as your fics and YOUR MIND AND THESE CONCEPTS... (fauxcest oh yes,,, keep it up)

Listen I’ve got a 12 pack of high noons and a cava bowl and I’m about to finish chapter 23 for yall okay I’m ON ITTTTT. I love converting people to omegaverse it’s the BEST!!!

Thank you for loving the concepts I appreciate all of you who ride out my waves with me 😭😭

[everythingbutlarry-deactivated2]

AU: President Obama falls for part white house intern part rockstar Harry Styles. Obama surprises Harry in the audience of one of his shows and the affair blossoms from there.

[heritageposts]

date of origin: 2015.