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[blueangelbby]

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[puppydogwhitaker]

contains dubcon and somno

dennis was an adult. he could work a double on the morning of his birthday.

it wasn’t a big deal. he got the day off! and he had the next day off as well. it didn’t matter that when that clock struck midnight, and he was officially 28, he was at work. it wasn’t like 28 was a big deal anyway.

so he worked his double, passed out for five hours, woke up in the afternoon, and did all his birthday plans. he got his free coffee and brunch with victoria. trinity held his hand as he got his ear pierced, and she helped him pick out his clothes for his date with jack and robby.

it was a nice french place with fatty meat and gorgeous red wine. dennis’s glass was never empty, jack and robby made sure of that. dennis was hopeful for a blowjob and about twelve hours of sleep. he had told them that on the car ride to the restaurant, in fact.

on the car ride back, his head started to slump onto the window, eyes growing heavy, conversation screeching to a halt. jack looked back and whistled lowly. “kid’s out like a light. i told him to say no to shen.”

robby shrugged. “he’s trying to get all the hours possible. you and i did the same thing.“

“does this mean no birthday sex?” jack asked.

robby looked at dennis’s relaxed face in the rear view mirror. “no, he was very adamant about what he wanted. he’ll get it.” robby put on his signal to turn into the garage.

jack craned his neck to double check that dennis was really sleeping. after determining it was a genuine nap, he replied, “i know it’s his birthday, but this feels like a present to all of us, really.”

usually robby would make dennis brush his teeth, but as jack helped him stumble inside, they all decided to just help him change out of his clothes and get into bed. his wine stained lips mumbled something before he nuzzled into jack’s pillow and conked out for good.

jack and robby went downstairs and shared some whiskey, letting dennis get fully into stage 3 of the sleep cycle. after about 45 minutes, they were sure he would be at his most incoherent, and they crept into the nearly dark room. (dennis liked one of those salt lamp things to be on, and jack and robby couldn’t deny him anything.)

he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, covers pulled up to his chin. perfect. jack took off his prosthetic and slid into his spot in the bed, pressing himself into dennis’s side as robby peeled down the comforter. dennis stayed still.

robby rolled down the front of dennis’s boxers, exposing his soft cock. dennis didn’t stir. robby pumped him a little, waiting for dennis’s body to react. when he was harder, robby’s mouth went fully around him, immediately going for the most overstimulating movements possible. palming dennis’s balls, sucking him down to the hilt, humming a little in contentment. dennis awoke suddenly with a moaning gasp.

his eyes were somehow bleary but wide. “wha’….” he looked around, jack to his left, robby to his front. “what’s goin’ on?” he questioned in a sleepy voice.

jack answered for them both. “it’s 11:30, still your birthday. birthday boy gets a blowjob, remember.”

“i…” dennis’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. it felt so easy to keep them closed. he could just relax and….

jack tweaked his nipple. “stay up. don’t you wanna feel it when you cum?”

dennis nodded, making a vague mhm noise. he was still a little wine drunk, definitely sleep drunk. he barely knew what was happening outside of the two sensations he could parse out. his brain oscillated between feels so good and god, i’m tired. eventually feels so good won out. he was bucking up into robby’s mouth and whining, which they would never allow if it wasn’t his special day. jack was sucking on his neck, and it took dennis forever to even realize that was happening. 

“‘m gonna,” dennis warned, pressing the palm of his hand into his itchy eyes. “let me?”

jack chuckled. even completely out of his mind, dennis still knew the deal. “go ahead. you’re being so good for us.”

dennis came with an odd shout, he had no thoughts about sounding sexy or making sense. he murmured out, “thank you,” and shoved his face back into the pillow, falling back asleep with his still-wet dick poking out of his boxers.

robby wiped his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. “shit, i wonder if he’ll even remember that tomorrow.”

jack smiled sweetly down at dennis’s slack face. “i bet we could convince him it was all a dream or something.”

“that’s evil,” robby scooted off the bed to go to the bathroom. “let’s try it.”

[blueangelbby]

I love that I come on here and go why haven’t we done This Thing yet and so many of you go YEAH WHY HAVENT WE an echo chamber of horny losers I tell you what

[blueangelbby]

….medical kink….medical kink pussy inspections….inappropriate use of medical devices….cnc….cnc medical kink pussy inspection on my desk by 9am please

[blueangelbby]

Drunk enough to start writing it myself heavy sigh

[blueangelbby]

I love that I come on here and go why haven’t we done This Thing yet and so many of you go YEAH WHY HAVENT WE an echo chamber of horny losers I tell you what

[blueangelbby]

….medical kink….medical kink pussy inspections….inappropriate use of medical devices….cnc….cnc medical kink pussy inspection on my desk by 9am please

[blueangelbby]

“Hey can you take care of this thing I emailed you about yesterday at 4:30? The deadline for it is actually today by 5pm” girl I have a gun and pettiness you cannot comprehend. Talk to you Monday bitch

[haggravated-lassault]

Whitaker always has to get tailored shirts cause one time when the day crew were invited to a medical conference, Dennis and Trin went to get him a suit at the thrift store and got a standard size that was supposed to fit him but at the end of the day when they went to get drinks his shirt was so tight at the chest the button popped out and landed on Robby's drink and even managed to splash Abbot's face who was sitting next to him , leaving Whitaker with an inappropriate amount of clivage for the situation and his jacket didn't help on covering it. after fixing their stunned expression they tried to help him fix it in a secluded corner of the room and spent like 10 minutes borderline groping and manhandling Dennis while trying to close it back up who just kept getting more blushed and flustered by the minute but gave up when they got the shirt buttoned and the missing button left a big hole in the middle like those keyhole women tops so he ended up wearing abbot's jacket cause even though it was a little too big for him at least it didn't fit him like a tent like it did when he tried Robby's . He tells trinity about it the next day and she tells him "god you realize what you sound like ? Oh no my big round chest and my waist is so tiny what's next? "My ass is too fat , my steak is too juicy, my lobster is too buttery ?"

W:" Well I kinda did rip the pants you lent me last time sorry about that"

S: "Don't worry about it but you're Lowkey complaining about clothes not fitting cause you have an hourglass figure and it gave you the attention of not one but two hot people I wish I had those kind of problems, chill out huckleberry it wasn't as embarrassing as you think it was" which helps calm his nerves.

Robby and Abbot's view that night:

[lancey-lance-963]

It Will Come Back

Chapter 1; Coyotes Laughing

[CW; blood/injury/gore, implied/referenced SA, stalking, body horror, Creature!Dennis Whitaker]

The hills got so cold at night, and he was such a long way from home. 

Dennis stared up at the sky, the slivers that poked out between the dark swaths of tree branches. 

His breath came in short staccato gasps, his fingers twitching in the dirt. 

The blood painting his stomach was cooling quickly- he was too scared to look, to touch, because he knew that awful man had got him in his soft spots. He could feel the wind blowing in places it was never meant to. 

Dennis let out a low animal keen, tears blurring the stars into blobs of light, his breath hiccuped in his chest. A far off elk call echoed before being swallowed by the trees again. 

Dennis didn’t know when he closed his eyes but he opened them again feeling a muzzle prod his side and hip. Dennis’s hand twitched in the detritus, shaking as he raised it to weakly paw at the head of the beast, the oddly smooth and hard texture interspersed with thick oily fur. It made him think of the cows, when he was a pup and preferred the company of animals to people. Dennis pawed at the fur again, purring weakly as he let the world bleed away into dark. 

His awakening was sharp and cruel. 

His body hurt, ached with a sharp needly fury that made him wail out into the blue sky of pre-dawn. It was dizzying, the world spun around him- he felt like he was falling out of a tree like when he was 10, head over heels and dizzy and-

Dennis rolled to his side and wretched, vomit painting the leaves with blood and bile as he coughed. His limbs felt strange, nothing sat where it was supposed to be like his skeleton was too big for the skin it was slotted under. 

It took 3 cycles of light and dark before he managed to get up. 

Walking was suddenly foreign to him. He found himself crawling in his moments where lucidity escaped him, much more naturally than it should have been with his human frame. Walking on two legs was cumbersome and used more energy than he had, so when he was alone he loped along. 

The hunger was worse. 

Deep in his stomach, bottomless in its ferocity, he found himself drooling in long strands that landed from his lips to the forest floor. Oh, what would Mama think of him crawling like this? Like a hungry mutt, getting his nice clothes dirty. He resolved himself to stand. 

Bones and flesh didn’t soothe it. He had flashes of lucidity, when his flesh was weak but his teeth were ironclad around the throat of some poor little animal Dennis managed to catch. 

He ate enough to fuel him, but his hunger was for something deeper, the kind that made his chest sore and his bones heavy. The kind that was only soothed by warm hands and gentle voices and embraces of a loved one. 

But the alphas here were cruel. The pigs that followed him into the woods had a light in their eyes that the animal Dennis had become could recognize for what it was- a predator hunting what they thought was prey. Their grip was harsh and left bruises on his bone pale skin. Their blood tasted like alcohol and tobacco and sickness when it painted his teeth. 

He just didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to be left in the cold. 

Years passed like this- the style of clothing changed, but the hills and the men it devoured didn’t. Dennis would sometimes find carcasses his size wearing clothes he could steal with nimble fingers and soft apologies. He’d wash them in the river and put them on. He could almost make himself look presentable, according to his reflection in the waters. 

He didn’t know when he spotted the little cabin being built at the top of the hill, resting at the end of the packed-dirt trail.  Last he remembered the settlers hadn’t made it this far up the hills. 

Their machine was loud and belched smoke, and Dennis didn’t much care for the rattling thing, but the men who stepped out of it… well. Dennis caught himself staring in a way that would have been unbecoming of an unmated omega like him. 

Two of them looked nearly identical, one having a handful of years over the other but still made of the same hardy muscle that steadily built the cabin. Dennis chittered low in his throat watching them haul their boxes and bags into the completed building a few months later. There was a taller one too, his hair long and beard trimmed. He was a lankier fellow but smart- he was a doctor. He thinks the older brother is as well, but it was the tall one that carried a leather bag with him to his house calls. 

Oh, his mama would have been pleased as punch- sweet little Dennis marrying a doctor!

He knew he had to look his very best, cleaning himself up and washing his hair from the dried blood and muck that stuck to it painfully. He washed and washed and washed until even under his blue nails were clean. 

His hair had gotten a bit long, but after a good wash it fell and curled around his ears like waves of gold. He thought he made quite the pretty picture. 

The only problem was that pesky little circle. 

The older one had laid it the day they moved in. Salt along the edge of their property with a kind of carefulness that came with practice- he must have done this before. Dennis didn’t mind watching him lay it with those muscular arms and big hands, but now it hindered his ability to introduce himself!

He waited until the tall one came out with his leather bag, stopping when he saw Dennis at the foot of the gravel driveway. Dennis beamed. 

“How do you do?” Dennis called, trying to remember his social abilities while watching him come down the steps cautiously. “My name’s Dennis Whitaker, Sir, I just- well, I heard that you were a doctor. I was wondering if you might be able to help me.” 

He knew how to play coy, to let the man walk to him, to wait for him to cross that damned line. 

“Yes, I’m Dr. Michael Robinavitch- to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?” Dennis felt his cheeks flush as he took Dennis’s carefully extended hand, his eyes catching on his blue nails. “Oh, goodness- you poor thing, your nails are blue-” 

“Yes! Yes, my nails, Sir, I wasn’t sure what was happening to them. I just woke up this morning and they were like this.” Dennis lied, shivering as Michael’s warm hand turned his own this way and that. 

“You’re awfully cold.. I’m sure it’s just blood circulation, but why don’t you step inside here and I’ll take a look.” 

‘Oh, thank you, Doctor Robinavitch, I’m sure you’re busy.” Dennis tittered, hesitating at the salt line. 

“Please, call me Dr. Robby- oh, let me get that out of the way for you.” Robby reached out to scuff at the salt line when a barked “hey!” drew their attention. 

“Jack, I told you this damned thing was just going to unnerve patients.” Dr. Robby huffed as the older brother- Jack, Dennis now knew- walked down the front steps and to the line. 

“It won’t kill you- you can step over it.” Jack insisted, and Robby rolled his eyes and stepped over the line. 

“I apologize, Miss Whitaker, my… partner has some superstitions left over from his time in the army.” 

Dennis sat there still, wracking his brain on how to step over. His alphas were so close, he could taste their scents on his tongue and his mouth watered. 

“It shouldn’t be a problem, right Miss Whitaker?” Jack asked lowly, his eyes trained on Dennis’s hesitant foot forward. Dennis breathed in and stepped. 

His foot halted at the threshold of the line as fiery pain shot up his leg, causing him to howl and fall back on the dirt. His leg smoked, his skin sizzling and popping as he keened. 

“Jesus Christ- Miss Whitaker-” Robby tried to hurry over to him but Jack’s massive hand on his arm stopped him and hauled him back. Dennis looked at him with wide eyes as he towered over him from the other side. 

“Go. Leave us.” He growled, the alpha baritone sending Dennis scurrying like a frightened rabbit on all fours. Only when the sounds of Robby’s swearing faded into the hush of the woods that Dennis slowed and slouched into one of the dens he had scattered about the woods. He curled up tight and whimpered, prodding at his burnt skin.

Oh, he was like a kicked dog at his Pa’s farm, crawling back when he shouldn’t. But Robby’s gentle hands and kind eyes, Jack’s protectiveness and authority, it just… Dennis wanted that ever so badly. His resolve steeled itself.  

He’d find a way into that cabin even if it killed him.

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The three alphas- Robby, Pope and Jack- had been settled in their cabin up in the spruce fir forests of the Blue Ridges for a good 20 years. 

The thing that stalked their cabin has been settled there for much longer. 

Jack and Robby were… partners. Two alpha bachelors that knew if they wanted their own little slice of happiness, they’d have to hide it from the rest of the world. The Appalachian mountains were a good place to get lost. 

They had originally needed Pope for the muscle- he needed a job, and they had money. But after the cabin was built it felt odd sending him away, so now here he stayed. Their odd little pack of three. 

They don’t know when they first noticed him; the lines between thinking it’s animals, then wishing it’s animals, then knowing it wasn’t have bled over the years. 

Their routine usually goes as follows;

 Jack, up the earliest before dawn starts coloring the sky. He carries his lantern and a satchel of salt and dutifully pours it in a circle surrounding their cabin and the tiny farm behind it. And- dutifully, every morning- it walks alongside him on the other side. 

Human if you didn’t look hard enough. Blue eyes a touch too big and sandy curls the color of a dried mud bank. Skin as pale as a corpse’s, fingers too thin to be hand-waved as dainty. Always barefoot, always dressed in a dirty beige shirt and a long skirt. When he talked it was like there was mud in his throat, the words coming out garbled and wet. 

“Do you like being a doctor? How did you lose your leg? You look very strong, a very capable alpha, is Robby your mate? Do you have an omega? Well what kind of home doesn't have one?”

They both politely ignore the salt line that sits between them both. Jack’s answers are short and polite as Dennis babbles, broken up by soft, warbly cooes and cackles that make Jack think of the red foxes that live by the cabin. Sometimes he doesn’t talk in anything but borrowed words, garbled and throaty, sometimes a woman’s panicked call for her husband or a boy explaining how to get through the mountain passage near his house. 

Sometimes a man, sleazy and growly asking why a pretty little thing was out here at night. 

Dennis was in a foul mood on those days. 

He doesn’t talk to Pope, but Jack thinks it’s because Pope takes his ax with him when he goes out to chop wood. It suits them- Dennis stares, wide blue eyes taking in every detail while Pope stares right back as he dutifully splits the logs. They don’t need words between the two of them. Dennis recognized him as the stronger of the two. 

Robby’s last to wake, as the sky starts to lighten, when the smells of cooking meat and coffee waft out the open window. Robby always throws the bones out into the woods, and Dennis always comes to retrieve them like they’re something precious. On quiet mornings, Robby could hear the scrape of teeth on bone, and the cracks of an animal breaking them open. 

He was the one Dennis tried to get a glimpse of the most, as he was the most reclusive (Read; fearful.) of the three. Where Dennis’s repeated visits lent Jack familiarity and ease, it seemed to make Robby more reserved, more cautious of the woods. 

Robby shuddered whenever he saw pale spindly fingers parting the spruce branches across from the window. With the way the house sat on the top of the hill, some of the fir trees could be climbed to sit at eye-level with the kitchen bay window. Robby kept his eyes down at his dish-washing, refusing to look at the creature that stared at him.  

Once the morning light broke through the canopy, Dennis would retreat into whatever den he’s made for himself by their home. Only then is it safe for the Rural doctors to make their house calls. 

Their hours are very strict- do not come before the sun is up. Do not leave after the sun goes down. 

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I know a lot of you already read this, but here’s a more polished version that I posted to A03 for those of you who prefer this platform! I’ll be posting the chapters here, but I also will be posting on ao3 in case you want to save/bookmark it

[blueangelbby]

happy dead dove fauxcest cum play insert your horny fancy here summer girl whatever just read it or don't

Dennis, for all intents and purposes, tried to be clean.

He wasn't good at it. He let his laundry linger until there were wrinkles in his scrubs. He forgot to toss out old leftovers. He would remember to put his shoes away for two days in a row, and then would leave them abandoned on day three.

It was his nature. No one really taught him how to clean up or helped him develop a system to organize his things. And he grew up with brothers. His mom had given up by baby #3 on having some sort of picture perfect house.

Jack, however, did not care about his excuses.

Which is why Dennis found himself bouncing up and down Jack's cock, chasing a release that wouldn't be handed over.

"Messy," Jack snapped. "Messy and sloppy and - look at me when I'm talking to you, Den."

"Sorry, 'm sorry-" he pleaded. That only earned him a sharp smack on his ass.

"Sorry what?"

"Sorry dad," he hiccuped. "Didn't mean to, dad, I swear, 'm sorry-"

"You should've learned by now," Jack continued. "I mean really, I raised you better. Your daddy and I both did."

Dennis whined, high pitched and raw, thighs trembling at his exertion. "I'll do better. Dad, I can do it, please, just let me-"

Jack let out a mean laugh. "You think getting to come is going to make you shape up?"

Yes. No. Maybe. It was worth a shot, he thought desperately.

"What did he do now?" Robby sighed from his spot at the doorway. Dennis hadn't even heard him come in. He turned slightly but a hand snaked around his jaw and pulled his attention back.

"No. You look at your dad when he's fucking you."

Now probably wasn't the time to point out that technically Dennis was doing the fucking.

Directed at Robby, Jack spoke again. "Fucking left his scrubs all over the bedroom floor. Again. Like his ass didn't just learn the lesson two days ago."

"I didn't mean to," Dennis protested. "I was gonna get it, swear daddy, I just-"

"Ah-ah. Don't make excuses," Robby interrupted. "You know how much your dad hates that shit. We can't keep having the same conversation, Dennis."

The disappointment isn't fake. It's cruel and heavy and Dennis can feel tears building in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. He just wants to be good. Not a problem or another thing that bothers them.

Jack catches his attention by gently tapping his palm against Dennis's face. "Hey. You can make it up to me, yeah? Come on. Be good for once tonight. Let dad cum in that pretty little pussy and then we can have a conversation about your rules."

He doesn't know how he did it. Thighs shaking, breath hitching, Jack gripping bruises into his waist, Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his pace, pushing himself down to the hilt of his dad's cock before pulling himself upright again.

It didn't take much after that. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing it before daddy had walked in but it only took a few minutes of concentrated effort for his dad to groan lowly, stilling him so his cock was buried deep in Dennis's cunt, hot cum sputtering and filling him quickly.

"Atta boy," Robby praised from where he had joined on the bed. "Knew you could behave for him."

Dennis winced as Jack carefully pulled him off, pushing him back down onto the bed easily, legs twitching in the aftershocks.

But he could feel the wetness sliding out down his thighs, pooling beneath him on the mattress. Jack tsked above him and it made his face heat up.

"Messy," Jack taunted. "Wasteful. You going to clean it up or do you need help?"

Dennis whimpered, legs feeling useless, muscles forgetting how to work properly.

"Leave him alone," Robby scolded. Then, softer, "You tired, baby boy? Yeah? Want daddy to help with the mess dad made of you?"

No. No, no he did not need anything, let alone daddy anywhere near his throbbing, aching, empty cunt.

"I can do it," he mumbled weakly but he made no motions to accomplish the task.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Let daddy take care of it."

Robby pinned his legs back before he had a chance to argue. He squirmed slightly but his daddy's grip was unwavering. Holding him still, the heat of his tongue made quick work of licking up the cum that had slipped down his thighs, working all the way up until he latched his mouth onto Dennis's still leaking pussy.

Dennis screamed, wails bouncing off the walls pathetically, vision going white within seconds.

"Oh, there we go," Jack cooed down at him. "Feel better, kiddo? All that fussiness out of you now?"

Dennis sobbed, trying and failing to push his daddy off of his overly sensitive pussy. "C-c-can't, no more, dad, no more, no more, please daddy-"

"Let him have his fun, Den. You know daddy always cleans you up so well."

[goldensunset]

per my last desperate howl at the heavens,

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

[blueangelbby]

i see your tags saying you keep meds everywhere (and the bedside zofran is so real- zofran my beloved also lives in my nightstand) and as someone with family in healthcare raise you both the whitsantos and rabbot households with medical stuff literally everywhere. needles in random drawers, IV tubing scattered about, tegaderm and bandaging supplies everywhere, the whole 9 yards. rabbot's house is probably more intense, but better organized, owing to mr jack "i own a bluetooth ultrasound machine" abbot who i imagine keeps track of his medical supplies with military precision. whitsantos, on the other hand? no they're using kelly clamps to close bags of chips (real thing i have seen friends do) and opening their mail with trauma shears. they never meant to accumulate all this stuff, but sometimes you slide saline flushes into your pockets for patients and then never use them and they come home with you. that's how you get a mug of saline syringes in the kitchen.

i also think trinity has the lesbian audacity (affectionate) to be taking home 16 gauge needles and doing at home piercings. it's her crowning achievement that despite how needle skittish he is, she gets dennis to let her pierce his ears. rabbot freaks out about this when they find out, but trinity stands by her work and to her credit, the piercings do heal well and are well placed. trinity gives me the vibes of a girl that would do a lip ring on herself.

- :)

Dennis and Trinity are googling "does ibuprofen expire" like they aren't fucking doctors because they couldn't find anything beyond the bottle at the bottom of Trinity's bag

Jack is a doomsday prepper. He has everything organized, labeled, and switched out based on expiration dates. You can't have tylonel? that's fine, he has three other options right here. liquid capsules because they get absorbed faster. Plus he has to be able to articulate his lies well - no I don't know where the brand new diagnostic tool that cardiology just got approved to buy went. beats me.

Robby...he has expired shit but also just lets Jack take care of it. He has taken three year old meds at some point because "they only lose X amount of effectiveness, it's fine." He has carried home multiple things in his pockets that he doesn't understand or remember how they got there. Normal people accidentally wash wallets and airpods. Robby's accidentally washing suture kits and IV tubes.

Dennis and Trinity only have shit they meant to toss out. Their shit makes no fucking sense. They have to consistently buy meds when they get sick because they just...they forget. To stock up until it's too late. Trinity gets a little Victorian with it and starts using their random collections for genuine decor.

The ear piercing...omfg yes. Jack and Robby are a little mad and also a lot concerned. That's so stupid. yes, Robby did it in med school that's not the point. Yes, Dennis it's very cute. Again, not the point.

(Jack's offended he didn't get to do it himself to see Dennis wince at the needle fuckin sadist) (Robby wanted to pick the stud)

[blueangelbby]

forgot to do this and then was like i don't have anything lore wise and then no one knew what the pledge allegiance to the christian flag was

What's my load bearing information

was a hand model in high school

eldest daughter of 5

did the pledge allegiance to the christian flag/bible in public school

preacher's daughter

legally got kidnapped by grandfather

orientation leader at college

was engaged at 18 but called it off

southerner

Voting ended onJun 27

idk anyone who hasn't done it do it now thx

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

jack abbot is sooo romantic actually. he notices his husband has a crush on little puppy whitaker and instead of getting jealous he just ?? corrupts the boy ?? as a gift ??

like wym this man knows robby’s filthiest fantasies by heart that he just knows how to break whitaker’s mind to turn him into a permanently dumb little puppy who only cares about being daddy’s fucktoy ??

and the man even carefully planned dennis whitaker’s disappearance too, made sure no one would be looking for him.

he’s such a good husband

[blueangelbby]

failed service dog Dennis because when he’s hungry he paws at someone for food and makes a lot of people think they’re about to fucking die but no he just wants a bit of that sandwich thanks

[ineffablepretzel]

"people will try to peer pressure you into doing drugs"

false, however, people WILL try to peer pressure you into writing smut

[blueangelbby]

blue!! this is a bit random but the first time i heard sun bleached flies was at your recommendation during retract and repent and it was one of those songs that just hit instantly. i was dealing with some shit and realising oh the only person who can save me is me, and then bam. a song that summed up exactly what i was feeling

anyway it kinda became the anthem to my healing and i just got a tattoo inspired by it, so you could say retract and repent inspired a tattoo lol

Girl what. What the fuck. What. I’m so glad you liked the song!! It’s so beautiful and devastating and I play it every single time I have a family gathering because of course I do. Anyway this insane I’m gonna go stare out a window love you

[blueangelbby]

I heard a rumor that Robby is a switch 👀 (for both Jack and Dennis 🫣)

oh that makes so much sense because i swear i saw him limping the other day while Whitaker was bouncing around so energetic….and I heard someone ELSE say Abbot and Robby were alone in an empty patient room for an odd amount of time….freaks