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[blueangelbby]

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[laceoddity]

What if.....Dennis is scared of Robby´s and Jack´s advances towards him, mostly because he´s very inexperienced and fears loss of control, so he says to dating them but only if they agree to let him dom.

They say yes but deep down all of them know he wants to be dominated by them but is just too afraid to let it happen.

They tease him whole time (C´mon puppy, I thought you wanted to be the one holding our leashes, Awwww are you getting tired? Don´t you just wanna lay down and let your Daddies take care of you? What a cute little cock, to bad it looks so small next to ours) until he breaks down and lets them dom him. (I know baby, you´ve been trying so hard hmmmm. Go on, let it all out for us)

Sometimes they still tell Dennis to dom, maybe they liked it more than they would ever admit.

[blueangelbby]

Disney Princess Dennis bringing home a random animal while Jack and Robby aren't home.

DISNEY PRINCESS DENNISSSS

Robby getting a text while he's at the store of "hey can you pick up mussels? Or just fish in general?"

He frowns at it because Dennis-well he doesn't dislike seafood but he doesn't typically request it for meals. So it sets off a slight alarm bell but he shrugs it off and grabs the requests.

Jack gets questions about cleaning supplies which is odd because he just deep cleaned the kitchen over the weekend. So Dennis shouldn't need any of these things. Then the picture comes through and he doesn't even hesitate before pressing the call button.

"Where in the fuck did you even-"

"I didn't do anything, I swear, it just found me!"

"Otters don't just find people, Dennis!"

"This one did!"

There's some rustling and a squeak on the end of the line and Jack hears Robby cooing something which makes him groan. "Michael. No. Don't look at it. Do not touch it. That thing probably has germs and needs to go back to the river."

"She's fine, Jack," Robby calls. "She's sweet too. You should see these little paws."

"She's going to the vet in the morning," Dennis promises. "Pebble's only staying tonight, I swear."

"...you named it?"

"Well we can't just call her the otter for the next twelve hours."

"You better start calling it the reason I die early. Oh wait, that thing's name is Dennis."

[thepittmemes]

[avocado-berries]

preach king

[queer-reader-07]

I wanna present you with ocd Michael who gets jack to use flogs, or spanking, or thuddy instruments to take the thoughts from him, to finally empty his mind and leave no doubt at all that his daddy loves and cares for him, that he doesnt have to be bad or good in this space, he doesnt have to be anything but *jacks* right now

Robby seeking it out every time he feels such intense guilt over the hospital, or how things ended with heather, when he cycles the drain about every bad situation and Jack delivering him floating peace in his lap afterwards with super gentle aftercare

dude omg this is so good. like robby only knows how to calm down through pain and jack who likely has a very complex relationship to pain but will willingly give this to robby if it means he doesn't seek out pain in a more dangerous or uncontrolled way. ugh so good i had so much fun with this one!!

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It was going to be one of those nights, Jack could tell the moment Robby walked through the door. The way Robby didn't say hi, the way he went straight to the bedroom to shower and change without stopping for a kiss from Jack first, the way his bag thumped onto the floor like it had simply slipped off his fingers. One of those nights where he didn't think he deserved softness, where he couldn't so much as bear it, not right now. Not immediately.

Jack could wait. He would wait. His boy would tell him what he needs. These nights were the only times he could voice what he needed.

Jack felt his phone buzz twenty minutes later.

Michael: Bedroom?

Jack: Be right there❤️

Jack walked down the hall to their bedroom, pausing just outside the door to take a deep breath. He knew what Robby was going to ask for, and he knew he could give it to him, he only wished days like this were fewer and farther between.

He opened the door gently and walked toward the bed as quietly as he could while on crutches. Robby was sitting against the headboard, dressed in nothing but his boxers, his head hanging low, eyes trained on his lap.

When Jack reached the bed he climbed on next to Robby, leaned his crutches against the wall, and turned to face the other man.

Jack grabbed one of Robby's hands, brushing his thumb along the skin in a soothing motion (more for himself than Robby if he was honest with himself), "What do you need tonight, Mikey?" Jack asked softly.

"I need to forget. I- I let too many people die today, wasn't good enough. Wasn't quick enough. Wasn't-" Robby rasped out, cutting himself off, like the words were painful to let out.

"What can I do to help you forget?" Jack probed. He wanted to tell Robby that he didn't let anyone die, that he was a wonderfully capable doctor, that sometimes you just can't save them all. But that isn't what he needed to hear right now. And really, Robby knew those things, intellectually at least. This wasn't about self worth or esteem, this was about the thoughts that plagued his boy's mind, the ones seemingly only Jack could get to quiet.

"Need to hurt," Robby said with conviction. This was the one thing Jack rarely had to push out of Robby. He tried not to think about the implications too much.

"What do you want me to use?" Jack asked. Sometimes Robby wanted to be held close and spanked, sometimes he wanted the flogger, other times one of the paddles. Jack didn't have a preference, whatever his boy needed is what his boy got.

Robby was quiet for a moment, still not looking at Jack, before he quietly breathed out a response, "Paddle. Then... then hands."

"Which paddle?" Jack asked. Robby's face twisted, his brows furrowed. "Do you want Daddy to pick?"

Robby nodded at that, "Please."

Jack squeezed the hand he was still holding, "Whatever you need, Mikey. Bring me the box and I'll pick one out," he instructed gently.

He watched as Robby stood and shuffled to the end of the bed, opening the storage ottoman and pulling out an inconspicuous wooden box.

"Good boy, Mikey," Jack praised as Robby sat back down and handed Jack the box. He rifled through its contents, eventually settling on their long wooden paddle. Something he could use while Robby laid on his stomach, away from Jack, before he pulled him over his lap to finish with his hands.

Jack set the box down on the floor and turned back to Robby, "Lay on your stomach for me, pillow under your hips. Boxers on for now," he instructed.

Robby grabbed his pillow, shoved it under his hips so his ass was presented for Jack, and laid down, head resting on folded arms.

"Perfect, always so good for me," Jack praised.

Robby whined at that, eyes screwed shut as he shook his head.

"Ah-ah, none of that Mikey. You just listen to what Daddy tells you, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robby mumbled.

"Good," Jack said, "We'll do five with your boxers on, 15 off, and then you'll get my hand," Jack explained. He waited for a nod from Robby before he began, swinging the paddle down squarely across Robby's ass. "You have so many thoughts buzzing through that head of yours all the time, Mikey. Telling you you're bad, that you should've been better. And you know what I think of that?" Jack asked as he landed the second hit.

"Hmm?" Robby whined, he never spoke much once they got started. Jack liked it that way.

"I think those thoughts need to be quieted. I think you just need a reminder that it doesn't matter if you're bad or good, because you're mine," Jack continued, landing the third and fourth swats. "You belong to Daddy, and he isn't a fan of what your brain likes to tell you." Jack landed the fifth hit, right on Robby's sit spots.

Robby whimpered, hands already moving to push his boxers off.

"Eager for it, huh?" Jack said with a small smile as he helped Robby out of his underwear.

Jack delivered the following hits methodically, spreading them across Robby's ass and thighs; admiring the way his skin bloomed an even shade of red. It wasn't so much that Jack enjoyed hurting Robby, but rather that he enjoyed how Robby trusted Jack to hurt him. There was an odd sense of pride in Jack's chest every time Robby asked for this. It meant that Robby wasn't afraid of falling apart with Jack, that he trusted that the pieces would be taken apart and put back together with no judgement. Jack understood that little else was ever able to quiet his boy's mind, so he would happily take on this responsibility if it meant Robby gets to experience a few moments of peace. It hurt his heart how often Robby needed this, if he could rid his boy's mind of those thoughts for eternity he'd do it in a heartbeat. But he would never stop giving this to Robby. So long as he needs it, Jack would provide.

"Last one, baby," Jack said softly before landing the final hit of the paddle across Robby's upper thighs.

Jack tossed the paddle onto the floor next to the box he'd discarded there earlier and then moved to sit against the headboard. "Over my lap now, Mikey," Jack instructed.

Robby took in a breath before moving, wincing as his ass rubbed against the comforter when he rolled off his pillow. He crawled over to Jack, depositing himself across the other man's thighs. He folded the arm closest to Jack's body in front of him, laying his head on it and folded the other behind his back. A silent plea for Jack to hold him, to tether him.

Jack grabbed Robby's hand without hesitation, squeezing it in his own. "You tell me when it's enough, okay? Can you do that for me, Mikey?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robby breathed out, squeezing Jack's hand in response.

Jack began spanking Robby, starting on the meat of his ass. Hard, intentional swats that Robby would feel for a few days. So, at least for a while, when the guilt crept back in Robby would still feel Jack; the reminders of who he belonged to. Reminders of who and what truly mattered at the end of the day.

Robby let out small whines as Jack spanked him, occasionally groaning if Jack hit a particularly sore spot. But he hadn't ended it yet, so Jack continued.

He moved to Robby's thighs, spreading Robby's legs apart so he could get to the skin in between. That's when the crying picked up. Slow, fat tears running down Robby's cheeks. Jack hated to see Robby cry, but he knew this meant catharsis.

A few minutes later, Jack heard the word.

"Done. 'M done, Daddy," Robby rasped out, his throat sore from crying.

Jack immediately stopped. He let go of Robby's hand, only to gather his boy up entirely. Jack shifted them until he was laying flat on his back with Robby on top of him, chest to chest, Robby's face nestled into the junction of the other man's neck and shoulders.

"You took it so well, baby," Jack cooed, his hands rubbing circles into Robby's back. "Daddy's proud of you. Asking for what you needed, not hiding from me."

"Thank you, Daddy," Robby sobbed into Jack's neck.

"Shh, you're okay, baby. I'll always give you what you need," Jack soothed. "Is my boy's head a little quieter now?" he asked after a few beats of silence.

"Mhm," Robby mumbled. "'S better... nicer. Just Daddy, only Daddy."

Jack smiled at that, "Yeah baby, just Daddy. Daddy and his boy." He hugged Robby tightly, pressing them as close as possible, reveling in the content sigh Robby let out as his shoulders finally relaxed.

After a few minutes, Jack gently shifted Robby off his body and laid him down on the bed. "Ready for lotion, Mikey?" When Robby nodded, Jack reached for the lotion they kept on the nightstand and began to massage it into Robby's red, sore skin.

When Jack finished with the lotion, he laid down next to Robby so he could see his face, "Hey, Mikey," Jack smiled, a hand coming up to caress his cheek. "I want you to eat something. Do you want to wait here for Daddy or come with me to the kitchen?"

"Kitchen," Robby said quietly, already moving to sit up.

"Patient, Mikey," Jack chastised gently, "I'm gonna put my leg on and then I'll get clothes for you."

Jack attached his prosthesis, he hadn't worn it all day so it was still where he'd left it by the bed after his last shift. He went to the closet and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers for Robby as well as one of his own sweaters, oversized and soft from years of wear.

He went back to the bedroom and helped Robby dress. He winced slightly as the fabric of the boxers came into contact with his ass and thighs, but Jack knew better than to ask if he was okay. Robby would always say yes, because he wanted this, needed this. Once the sweater was on Robby wrapped his arms around his own torso, "Daddy's?"

"Yeah, baby, I know you love that one," Jack said with a smile, leaning in to give Robby a kiss. "Been wanting to do that all day," he said when he pulled back. "C'mon, let's go get some food," Jack said, reaching out his left hand for Robby to hold.

They made their way to the kitchen where Jack opened the fridge. "Let's see," Jack said, using his free hand to look through the containers, "We have some leftover pasta, how does that sound, baby?"

"Good, Daddy," Robby said quietly.

Jack squeezed his hand encouragingly and took the container from the fridge. Jack managed to plate it and heat it up one handed, not wanting to let go of Robby's hand unless he absolutely had to.

They sat at the kitchen table together, Robby pressed into Jack's side, still clutching his left hand, as Jack fed Robby slow, small bites. Eating was hard on days like this, but Robby tried his best, he wanted to make Jack proud.

"You're doing great, Mikey, just a couple more bites and then we can go back to bed," Jack praised.

Robby finished eating and Jack simply deposited the dishes in the sink (he could deal with them tomorrow). They went back to their room, Jack helped Robby brush his teeth, and then they were curled back in bed together.

Jack sat against the headboard, legs spread to leave room for Robby who was lying against his chest. Robby has his arms wrapped around one of Jack's and his head tucked under his Daddy's chin.

"Jackie? Can you read to me?" Robby asked quietly after a few minutes of content silence.

"Of course, baby," Jack said, kissing the top of Robby's head before reaching for the e-reader they kept on the side table. Jack only really got to do this on nights like these. Robby usually preferred to read on his own, would actually read to Jack more often than Jack read to him. But days like these, all Robby wanted was to hear Jack's voice.

Jack began reading and Robby relaxed even further into his hold. These were the moments he wanted to remember most, to hold onto. The nights where it was just him and Jack, where his thoughts didn't escape beyond their bed, with the two of them in it. His mind could quiet down like this, even if just for a few hours.

[oopshenangians]

Projecting onto Dennis Whitaker hours:

Never being picked or always being forgotten never really bothered Dennis. Sure, at the start it hurt but now it’s habit to form plans and have them inevitably never pan out, no matter how much effort he puts into it.

Mostly it happened as a kid. Dennis would invite friends over, wait patiently by the door, then the living room, and then after dinner know it was a lost cause. The ache in his chest was a known friend. Rejection making a home there.

He tried again in college. Study groups, movie nights, and even things with his roommates who he liked well enough. Except, they had friends outside of Dennis who actually stuck to plans so he stopped trying.

Once, as if manifesting would help, Dennis even bought pizzas and drinks and waited for people to show up. He’d invited more than usual to try and help. Some of them he considered close friends.

His roommates were gone for the night so they came home to a clean kitchen and pizza in the fridge for anyone to eat. Dennis didn’t even bother hiding in his room out of embarrassment. He always knew how it would end, he just hoped sometimes it would be different.

When he moved in with Trinity and once they got comfortable, he attempted a movie night. She’d made a reference Dennis didn’t know and with a little hope, he asked if she’d show it to him that weekend. She agreed and Dennis even bought some of their favorite ice cream to go along with it.

The weekend came and Trinity didn’t forget. She didn’t, Dennis knew because while he got comfortable on the couch she walked out dressed up a little and said Garcia wanted to try out a few bars. They’d just watch the movie next weekend, right?

Dennis swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. They weren’t even really friends. Just coworkers turned roommates.

Dennis watched something else alone, determined to not cry in his ice cream.

He didn’t remind Trinity next weekend and pretended to not care when he noticed she ate her ice cream on her own.

So Dennis stopped. There were some evenings day shift went out and had a beer and Dennis would go to those. He’d have one beer and sit off to the side, not trying to insert himself. It didn’t end well during the bets and he tried on the first night he was invited and got weird looks. He preferred being invited and on the edge, he told himself.

A while into his residency, Dennis overheard Jack and Robby talking about a new restaurant opening up and getting a reservation for it. The two chat more than they maybe should during hand-off’s. Dennis managed to always be in their orbit when it happened. Something about his crush on both men and the fact he liked feeling a part of the conversation when they sometimes turned to him and asked what he thought. They never laughed at Dennis or gave him an odd look unless he meant for it to happen. It made him feel wanted.

He knew better, but still wondered what kind of things the restaurant served and if it was out of price for him. Maybe Dennis would look it up later. See if he’d be able to go in and eat by himself. He chewed on his thumb nail as he went over his schedule in his head.

“What about you, Dennis?” Jack said. Dennis hummed and looked up with wide eyes. “You’re not working Thursday.”

“Oh, no,” Dennis said, “Free day.”

“Free evening?” Robby asked. Dennis nodded. He tilted his head, wondering why they were asking. “Jack knows the hostess. He thinks he can get a reservation for seven.”

“Um. Seven’s good.” Robby smiled and nodded, knocking on the hub before walking off. Jack was grinning too and gave Dennis a wink before walking off.

Thursday morning Dennis was alone. He’d be alone the whole day, but most of the time he was in the apartment, Trinity was there, too. Today, though, she went out. Something about shopping with Javadi. Sometimes they sent him pictures of the outfits they tried on and he liked the images. He didn’t ask to join in on their girls day. That was for them.

The whole day ticked by slow. Dennis didn’t care to get ready for the day. He stared at his closet and set aside some nicer clothes he would wear if something did happen. Not that it mattered.

There were a few small things around the apartment to be done. Cleaning, laundry, a few things that could be fixed without contacting the landlord. Dennis made sure to stay away from Trinity’s bathroom. She didn’t like him going in there.

Eventually, there was nothing left to distract Dennis. The time he would start getting ready came and went. It didn’t matter. It had been an off-handed comment. The attending’s were just trying to let him in on their conversation. They wouldn’t want a resident with them at the restaurant.

Dennis looked through the DVD’s and put on some movie Trinity had definitely referenced before. Better than him staring at the time and wondering what work would be like after the weekend. Curling the blanket around himself, he watched the movie.

He didn’t mean to lay down on the couch, but it worked to keep him from being able to stare at the clock as it ticked closer to seven.

Dennis didn’t like horror movies much. He watched his first one alone at 19 and decided he’d never do it again. Except the one he put on was definitely horror and while it helped distract him, he felt a bit closer to crying than he’d like.

There was a knock on the door and Dennis frowned. He paused the movie, wondering who was knocking. Maybe Trinity had put in a request for something around the apartment and forgot to tell Dennis. She did that sometimes.

“Sorry we’re a bit late,” Robby said when Dennis opened the door, “Jack’s car wasn’t starting.”

“Well someone left the lights on all night.” Jack said. Dennis blinked. He looked between the two. This was weird. “You’re wearing PJ’s. I mean. If that’s the vibe you want.”

“Um.” Dennis stared with wide eyes. Robby poked his head in. Without thinking, Dennis stepped back, opening the door further and inadvertently inviting them in.

“The Conjuring, that’s a good one,” Robby said. He shifted on his feet. Dennis knew in an instant what his thoughts were. He had them himself so many times before, but it never got to this point. To someone showing up and then Dennis having to explain they had plans. It all stalled before.

“Oh,” Jack nodded, “You forget?”

“No!” Dennis shook his head. “No, I didn’t. Just—“

“Give me five.” Jack walked out the door and Dennis winced. His stomach dropped. He never wanted to put someone in the situation he found himself in often.

“It’s okay if you did,” Robby said, “We can adjust.”

“I didn’t forget.” Dennis swore. “I just—“

“Lost track of time?”

“Sort of? It’s complicated.” Robby nodded. Dennis rushed to think of how he could fix this. He shut off the TV. Maybe if he took away the issue? “Um. I don’t want to ruin your night. You guys can go.”

“It’s our night—“

“Sure.”

“—And we want you there. I think Jack’s figuring out the reservation right now.” Dennis looked to the door where Jack stood on the other side. If he couldn’t fix their reservation, then Dennis would just finish his horror movie. He ignored the guilt at putting them in the position he’d always been in.

Before Dennis could say anything about that whole thing, the door opened and Jack walked in, staring down at his phone.

“Okay, I talked to Helene and there was a cancellation right before I called,” he said, “So we’ve got another hour. Den, do you think you can be ready in time?”

Dennis stared at Jack with wide eyes. Just like that. He’d fixed the issue of their reservation without even being asked. There was a lump in his chest and Dennis did his best to shove it down like he did with everything else. He wouldn’t ruin this chance.

“Yeah!” he nodded, “Um, I just—I need to shower real quick and change. You can sit—Or—Um. Sorry, it’s a bit messy.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dennis,” Robby smiled. He moved the blanket Dennis had been curled up in, tossing it over the back of the couch and patting the spot next to him for Jack.

“Take your time,” Jack said, “We were going to be a bit early anyway.”

“Yeah, okay.” Dennis double checked as if they would disappear on him. “Okay. I’ll be quick.”

The men both chuckled. Dennis shut the door to his room, grabbing the clothes he’d set aside earlier, and started the shower, giddy to be remembered.

[blueangelbby]

The dumb shit that Dennis and his brothers were doing on the farm completely unsupervised.

(first blurb on this) EXACTLYYYYYYYY like there were so many things that needed to be fixed so quickly that there wasn’t a question of “Is it safe?” but “Will it work?”

Dennis manages to find some old pictures and shows them to Jack and Robby defensively. “See?? And I’m fine!! This isn’t even the worst of it!”

Meanwhile Jack and Robby are both trying to figure out if it’s really fair to spank their boy for something he did years ago or if they can call his argument reason enough for punishment. Jack asks very cautiously if Dennis really thinks he should be doing something like that with the knowledge he has as an ED resident.

Dennis doesn’t skip a beat. “Of course not. I’m much smarter now. How do you think the ceiling fans got cleaned last week even though you two hid the ladder from me?”

That earns him a trip over Robby’s knee until he’s sobbing.

[lancey-lance-963]

Wheel of Drabbles Pt. 3

Submitted by @puppyjavadi xoxo love youuuu

Nsfw under the cut <3

“And that’s when you- one sec, Mikey, just hold on- you see right here?”

Jack’s hand smoothed over Robby’s back where the older man was draped over a sex pillow. Robby’s muscles weren’t as accustomed to presenting yet, the wedge allowing him to be slack and rested. His arms were cuffed at the small of his back, leaving him prone to Jack’s ministrations. Dennis leaned forward in his chair next to the bed, peering at where Jack was stroking Robby’s shivery inner thighs. “You can see riiiight here, these little lumps on his thighs where the scent glands are starting to form.” Jack explained, and Dennis nodded absentmindedly. He couldn’t focus exactly where Jack was pointing when the man was rolling his hips into Robby’s hole, pressing his half-formed knot against his rim. Dennis pressed the heel of his palm against his own hard knot.

“Gonna be such a good ‘mega, huh Robby?” Jack crooned, setting his hands on Robby’s hips and rocking into him with smooth thrusts. “Meeting all the milestones, getting such a pretty little cunt right here..”

Robby whined into the pillow under his head, his hands floundering for a second until Jack tangled their fingers together. Robby’s scent was already sweetening, the notes of cinnamon and tobacco sweetening into something richer and sweeter.

When Jack’s knot slotted home Robby jerked and cried out into the fabric of the wedge pillow, his small cock squirting weakly with clear, watery slick. Jack kissed his broad, hairy back before looking at Dennis. “If you grab some water and the sliced fruit I might even let you eat out his new cunt.” Jack purred, chuckling at the speed that Dennis shot up out of his chair. .

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[blueangelbby]

*deep breath* 🌷🐬

Pervert omega Javadi trying to get alpha!Ellis' attention. Victoria is a bit inexperienced when it comes to... any flirting. All she knows is what she's read in YA romance novels with intricate, exaggerated courting but she's wayyy too shy to do that face-to-face. She settles for being more discreet.

She steals Parker's undershirts from her locker and tucks them into her nest. She's scenting her jackets. She leaves little gifts in her locker. Gatorade and snacks at first, and then eventually elaborately packed little lunches with perfume scented love notes.

Parker clocks it immediately, obviously. The scenting, the gifts, even the things Victoria tries to hide. Flashes of purple and pink outside Ellis' windows at home.

At first, she thinks she'll have to bat away another omega at work but Victoria never... actually approaches her. It's cute, harmless. Parker doesn't bother stopping her and eventually, grows fond of it, looks forward to it.

Eventually Parker realizes she'll have to make the first move and given all the work that Victoria's put in... it has to be special, right?

(express permission to be evil here)

-@puppyjavadi

I feel like frolicking through a field with this one @puppyjavadi

Parker's always been able to pick out Victoria's scent anyway. She's still young enough that it's a little more docile, softer. Puppy-ish. So the gifts and treats were easily clocked as hers.

But Victoria won't speak. She actively goes out of her way to ignore Parker or turn around and run the other way when Parker so much as makes eye contact with her. It's like the pup put all this work into getting Parker's attention but then doesn't want it. Like she wants Parker to be aware of her existence and no other omega's but she doesn't want Parker to ever talk to her or anything.

Parker just can't stand for that. She won't allow it.

She tries to keep it simple at first. A few gifts of her own, scented jackets or shirts. She leaves behind softer shirts or blankets because she wants Victoria to only have the best fabrics in her nest. But it doesn't get Victoria talking or anything.

So maybeeee Parker slips some heat inducing pills into one of the baked goods she leaves in Victoria's locker and maybeee she makes sure that she's right by Victoria when the fever starts to settle in. And since Victoria has been surrounded by Parker's scent for a while, the only person, the only alpha she wants is Parker.

After all, isn't the best courting gift an alpha's knot?

Plus, Victoria blushing and squirming as Parker looks over her nest, grinning at the amount of her closet that seems to be tucked into the walls. "All this just to get me to touch you? We've really got to work on you using your words, sweetheart."

[blueangelbby]

lost the brat off guys hashtag rip

[blueangelbby]

I actually lost it more than I thought I did I’m gonna scream

[blueangelbby]

Love your new domestic discipline series.

Though I have a thought that Dennis's ideas of dangerous activities are horribly skewed from a rural upbringing.

Like Rabbot are horrified at something he does at the house (climbing on top of a ladder alone, etc) and wants to punish him but Dennis is genuinely completely confused on why they are upset and want to punish him. Thats when they realize that Dennis's idea of danger is nowhere on the same plan as theirs.

So similar to discussing a limits list they sit down with a list of what Dennis though where normal and routine activities growing up and label each one as dangerous or not dangerous. Dennis is still somewhat confused and Jack makes a PowerPoint with slides of each activity they label dangerous and all the potential injuries. Meanwhile Robby is having a mental crisis wondering how Dennis survived this long and Dennis is like "oh my childhood was fucked up, wasn't it?"

From a former rural kid that was using power tools before age 10, thought letting kids go hunting alone in their preteens was normal, and that cutting tree limbs while being raised up in the air by a tractor bucket was just the average chore. Lets not discuss all the heavy machinery that the adults would bypass the weight sensor on so we could use them alone.

And see this is where it gets me. No one ever treated Dennis like he was something precious and wonderful that could be hurt or lost. Dennis had to grow up quickly and would get teased and made fun of if he couldn't do things his brothers could even if he was years younger than them.

So now he has not one but two people (three if Trinity isn't aiding him in his nonsense and she usually is) watching him and yanking him down from heights or out of the electrical wiring he insists he can fix. They come home to furniture moved around (Dennis how did the extremely heavy table get moved and where are your shoes) or in from the front yard where he's happily storm watching or "Dennis, where the fuck did you even get that power tool, no put it down right now.” He does even worse on the farm helping Amy. He doesn’t see an issue with driving the heavy machinery despite being bone tired and shakes off a probably dislocated shoulder because the calf he needed to tag got pissed. Or he decided he wanted to investigate the leak on the roof himself and now he's getting yelled at even though he just saved his partners a couple grand.

They come home from a quick errand to find Dennis in some precarious situation, his hand down the garbage disposal or using a power tool for something that does not require a power tool, dangling out of a window to clean the gutters because he heard someone quote Robby triple what it should have been.

After he's safely inside again, on solid ground, tools away, that's when the yelling starts. Robby’s yelling with a pale white face, Jack is furious, and Dennis is yelling back because he’s fixing a problem, why is he in trouble?

When Robby starts pushing him towards his corner, that’s when he stammers a "Wait, wait, yellow!"

Both men freeze. Robby drops his hand and Dennis doesn’t like how cold his skin feels as a result.

“I don’t-” he shakes his head and inhales slowly. “Why am I in trouble?”

“Dennis.” Jack’s voice is calmer but there’s a level of exasperation to it too. “You were using a power drill while standing on a ladder.”

“So?”

“And you were alone and wearing socks.”

“So you’re mad because I wasn’t barefoot?”

There’s genuine confusion in his tone. Jack stares at him before looking at Robby and gesturing at the younger man as if to say “your turn.”

“And you could’ve fallen and cracked your skull open,” Robby says bluntly. “Or broken bones or severed your spinal cord or any number of things that would’ve left you paralyzed at best.”

Dennis frowns, making a face very similar to the one he uses when he’s told no, and he crosses his arms over his chest defiantly. "No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh?” Robby’s voice raises a little bit. “You couldn’t have gotten startled and fallen? Or lost your footing? Missed and drilled a hole into your hand instead?”

“I used to do this all the time. I grew up on a farm. I know how to use power tools!"

"That's not-" Jack sighs and rolls his shoulders. "Baby. That's not the point. You shouldn't be . What if you slipped and fell? What if something happened?"

"But I've done it alone since I was a kid."

"What?"

“Excuse me?”

Dennis shrugs. "I've done it alone for years. I don't need someone to watch over me. No one's ever watched over me while I do it.”

“But someone should have,” Robby stresses. He starts rubbing at his neck and that’s when it kind of clicks for Dennis that this isn’t a normal dynamic thing. This is actual fear and stress. “You shouldn’t have ever been doing it alone. Not at any age.”

Dennis still has a befuddled expression that shows no inkling of understanding. Jack sighs and steps away to find his phone.

"Yeah. Okay. You know what? Give me one second.”

Jack believes in visual learning aids and he texts Ellis for her best pictures from at home accidents. There's bones sticking out of skin, burns, eye injuries, nails in fingers-the list and pictures go on and on and on.

And Dennis gets quieter and quieter and quieter. Robby can only see every image as something on Dennis, something they could come home to, another patient he won’t be able to save.

“But-" Dennis’s voice is quiet, kind of weak, and it makes Jack and Robby both pause. “I’m good at that stuff.”

Their hearts start to crack just a bit.

"I mean, I've been doing stuff like this since I was little. I can help people with it like how I helped my family.”

“You can,” Robby reassures him. “But you can’t do it alone. Nothing is so important that you can’t wait until one of us is home in case things go wrong.”

“Things won’t go wrong,” he insists as if there isnt uncertainty in his voice. “I once pulled the staples out of my dad's head because he didn't want to go to the doctor."

“That’s-” Robby falters. “That is a separate conversation. This is about using things around the house that could hurt you.”

“But I use sharp things at work.” They know they’re starting to get to him because his voice slips into a whine. “Sometimes I’m supervised but not always. Why do I get to do it alone at work but have to wait here?”

“Because here,” Jack says firmly, grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze up. “You’re not a resident or some fucking farm hand or a kid that has to earn his keep. You’re our little boy and our little boy doesn’t do things that can hurt himself. Understand?”

Dennis nods which only gets him a raised brow and Robby clearing his throat. “Yes, I understand.”

Robby ruffles his hair and ignores his grumbling protest. “No more ladders or tools or things that require your dad or I. Got it?”

“Yeah.” Robby pinches his thigh and he huffs. “No ladders or tools or things that require either one of you.”

“Either one of who?” Jack prompts.

“No ladders or tools or things that require dad or daddy,” he corrects and that gets him a kiss.

“Good. Now what exactly were you trying to fix?”

“Robby said that the light fixture was crooked.”

“Oh, this bullshit again?”

[sixeyedsharks]

[blueangelbby]

it’s a classic but i luv rabbot fucking w shy virgin dennis sooo much like they’re taking it slow but it gets to a point where those pervy old men just can’t help themselves so they invite dennis over for a ‘chill night in’ telling him it’ll just be dinner and a movie but maybe they happen to slip him some viagra during dinner and dennis is so confused and embarrassed cause he’s so hard and he cannot seem to settle

he’s trying to rationalise it thinking maybe it’s the combination of them being so kind and caring and touching him so affectionately and he’s just praying they don’t notice

but of course they do and dennis just keeps apologising cause *he* feels like a pervert but it’s okay he just can’t help himself and they’re happy to help

PERVERTS PERVERTS PERVERTSSSSS

Poor sweet Dennis who is already a premature ejaculator because the intimacy of touch is too much for him to handle. Moving back and forth trying to think of anything to distract himself without appearing too distracted and rude. He tries to hide it with a blanket or a pillow while Jack's got his hand just resting on the nape of his neck, Robby running his own up and down Dennis's thigh.

Which is bad, that's bad, that's too close to the problem area.

Jack and Robby exchanging smirks above his head. Maybe there's just a touch of guilt (not even a hint, not a whisper, nothing), enough to want to help him fix the problem.

"You okay sweetheart?" Jack finally asks after Dennis has turned bright red, breath starting to hitch from the damn near pain he's in. "You don't look too good."

"Fine, 'm fine," Dennis manages to squeak out.

"You sure?" Robby asks in faux concern. "We might need to get you home if you're getting sick."

And that's so mean because Dennis simply cannot get up or leave when he's this worked up. Before he can say anything though, Jack's pulling back the blanket to reveal the issue. Dennis wants to crawl into a hole but they're staring at him with a hungry expression.

Jack clicks his tongue. "That doesn't look comfortable sweetheart."

"Oh, baby." Robby's already tugging his shirt off for him. "Let us take care of that for you, yeah?"

[queer-reader-07]

piss kink that’s the ask

hi i had depraved robvadi thoughts on the train at 8am thinking about this ask and now we're here

cw // intox, dubcon, ageplay-ish i suppose

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It was Victoria's birthday, her 21st birthday. She'd felt bad, at first, for making plans with the other pittlings instead of with Robby. But then he'd simply smiled and handed her his card, "Go wild, Tori, call me when you want me to pick you up."

That's how she ended up in the passenger seat of Robby's car, drunker than she'd ever been. She was so soft like this, so pliant, Robby couldn't wait to get home.

He parked in the garage, got out and walked around to the passenger side door, reached in to unbuckle her seatbelt for her, pulled her out of the car. He carried her inside, her face buried in his neck, rubbing her cheek against his beard.

"Did you have fun, Tori?" Robby cooed as he carried her down the hall to the guest bedroom.

"Mmm, yeah," she sighed.

"You had a lot, didn't you, baby?" Robby asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as he set her down on the bed.

"'S not my fault, Trinity kept ordering," she pouted.

"It's okay, sweetie, Daddy's not upset," Robby soothed, "You're so cute like this." His fingers caressing her cheek before his hands moved lower. He trailed his fingers down her front, pinching her nipples through the lacy top she was wearing (without a bra, he noted to himself), until they found their way under her mini skirt, his large hand cupping her through her panties. "You're wet for me, baby," Robby said, voice low and gravelly.

Victoria whined, squirming at his touch, "Daddy..."

"Yes, Tori?"

"Want more," she said, pouting up at him.

Oh he was well and truly fucked, her eyes so big and and pleading, lip pushed out in desperation, and that far gone look in her eyes. She was so drunk, Robby should know better, he does know better. Whether or not he cared, though? That's a different story entirely.

She started rolling her hips into the hand still cupping her cunt. Robby used his other hand to hold her hip down, "Be patient, Tori," he warned.

She whined again but stilled nonetheless. "Please, Daddy," she asked, looking up at him, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Can't say no to you, can I?" he said with a light laugh, hands leaving her body to undo his belt.

As he shucked his pants off, Victoria eagerly pushed her panties off. She reached for the hem of her top before Robby grabbed her wrist, "Leave the skirt and shirt on, baby, Daddy likes how you look in them." Her hands dropped to her side instantly, nodding with fervor.

Robby got his pants and boxers off, discarding them on the floor, and moved onto the bed between Victoria's legs. "Let me see you, Tori," he instructed lowly.

Victoria spread her legs, flipping her skirt up to give Robby a better view of her cunt. It was flushed and swollen and glistening from how wet she was.

"Oh you're so wet for me, Tori," Robby cooed, running one finger through her folds, barely grazing over her clit. "Alcohol makes you so horny, huh, baby girl? So desperate after just a few drinks? A little girl who can't control herself, isn't that right?"

Victoria whined, trying to hide her face behind her arms.

"Ah-ah, no hiding, baby," Robby said, pulling her arms back to her sides.

"Daddy, please," she moaned, legs spreading impossible wider.

"Shh, I'll take care of you, don't worry," Robby said, slipping two fingers into the wet heat of her cunt. Slowly pumping in and out, working her open for his cock. "Shit, baby, so tight for me. Can't wait to get inside you."

"Need it, please," she begged, hips rocking to meet his fingers, "Need you, Daddy."

"Patience, sweetheart, patience," he cooed.

He worked her open for a few more minutes before pulling his fingers out. He moved to sit against the headboard, "C'mere, baby, Daddy wants you to ride him."

Victoria clumsily sat up and moved to straddle Robby, the alcohol impairing her movements. Once on Robby's lap she moved to kiss him, wet and messy and, fuck, he could taste the booze on her breath.

He indulged her for a moment before fingers tangled in her and pulled her back, "C'mon baby, on my cock, you were so eager for it earlier."

He held his cock for her as she lined herself up, slowly sinking down, moaning at the stretch. She never got used to it, she never wanted to, she loved how big he felt inside of her. "So full," she breathed out once fully seated, burying her face in his neck.

"You feel so good, baby, so tight for me," Robby praised, hands finding her hips to guide her to begin riding him.

She moved herself up and down on his cock, whining and moaning as her clit rubbed against his stomach and his cock hit her g-spot. They went on like that for a few minutes, slow leisurely fucking, it almost felt like making love.

Until she stopped abruptly, trying to pull herself off Robby's cock, but his hands wouldn't let her go.

"Tori, what's wrong, baby? Don't you want to keep going?" Robby cooed.

"Need to go," she insisted, "Bathroom, 'm gonna- I need to-"

"Shh, Tori," Robby soothed, "It's okay you can go, just stay with Daddy, let go."

"'S gross," she complained, face buried in his neck again.

"Not gross, sweetie, I promise," Robby said, barely containing the lust in his voice. "Daddy likes when his little girl is messy."

"Noooo, don't wanna be messy," Victoria complained.

Robby removed a hand from her hip and moved it to press over her stomach, over the waistband of the skirt she still wore, making her squirm on his cock even more, "Shh, let go for me," he cooed as he began thrusting up into the wet heat of her cunt. "Make a mess for me baby girl."

She began rocking her hips again, face not leaving Robby's neck, cunt clenching around his cock. Her moans became higher pitched, her whines more frequent, until suddenly Robby felt a warm wetness in his lap as her cunt began to clench erratically around his cock. Cumming on his cock as she let her bladder empty on him.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby, doing so good for me," he rasped, fucking to into her harder. "Wetting yourself so prettily for, Daddy, baby. Gonna cum in you, make you even messier."

"Please, please, wan' it, please," she was practically sobbing out her pleas, desperate for Robby.

He thrust up one last time, finishing deep inside her. He held her there for a few minutes as he came down before pulling her off and laying her down on the bed. In the wetness that came from her.

Robby moved to lay between her legs, pushing her skirt up (and, fuck, it was soaked), and putting her mouth to her pussy.

Her hands shot down to his hair, futilely trying to push him away, "Nooo, it's gross, Daddy, don't! I'm messy!"

Robby pulled back to look at her, "Shh baby, let Daddy take care of his little girl, gonna clean you up," he said before diving back in. His tongue licking up his own cum, her piss, and her slick. The tastes of each mingling on his tongue. He groaned as he lapped at her, moaned as he sucked on her clit.

"Gonna- gonna cum, daddy can I cum?" she begged from above him.

"Make a mess in my mouth, sweetie," he said, pulling back just enough to speak before getting back to work.

She came hard, and Robby swallowed every drop of her wetness he could get. Continuing to lick and suck at her folds until she was overstimulated and crying out for him to stop. (And, maybe, a little past that too).

When he finally pulled back he flipped her skirt back down, a sorry excuse for modesty after what he'd done with her. He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom and into the en suite bathroom.

"Gonna clean you up, Tori," he said, thanking himself internally for having her in the guest bed. Now he had an excuse to keep her in his bed tonight, he couldn't have his little girl in those messy sheets all night, after all.

[blueangelbby]

Hi hi, just wanted to say I finally found time to finish my bind of retract and repent, it's one my biggest binds so far, which really just puts into perspective how much work went into writing it, so I just wanted to thank you again for writing such a wonderful story that really helped get me through a very hard time of my life! (◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

(I've attached pics just incase you're interested. It's not perfect, but I'm quite happy with it!)

YOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK ITS SO PRETTY??? HOLY SHIT???

that's so LARGE and this is so insane to me. oh my god. honored to be on your shelf and blown away by the fact that you chose to spend your time energy and resources on this. just wow. thank you for sharing and thank you for loving the story enough to do this. ily omg

[aliyahgracedrawing]

They want that cookie so fucking bad

Based on this shirt

[blueangelbby]

lost the brat off guys hashtag rip