I cannot stop thinking about competitive rabbot + cheating Dennis🐬🌈
Dennis hates going over to Jack's. He hates that he does it. He hates feeling angry and mean. He hates that he's a bad boyfriend and a bad person. It's just an itch he needs to scratch. The pit he can't ignore. The shadow in the rearview mirror that never goes away.
He rocks up to Jack's apartment door and stands there for a second, picking at the skin on his arm. For a second, he believes he might do the right thing. Then, he knocks.
Jack answers, prosthetic on and freshly showered.
"You look nice. Come on in," Jack says, undisturbed by the guilty look that Dennis is sure haunts him. "I'm finishing up something real quick. Take a seat."
The last thing Dennis wants to do right now is sit in silence and reflect on his actions but he plants himself on Jack's couch anyway. The couch is nice enough-- he's been bent over it enough times to know that. Dennis wonders how many nights Robby has spent on this couch. How many beers has he drunk with his best fucking friend right here?
God this sucks.
When Jack comes back into the room, Dennis is picking at the denim of his jeans, fraying the side seam. Jack stands in front of Dennis, the tie of his shorts inches away from his face.
"Don't be nervous," Jack orders-- smooth and steady, like they're above a patient.
"Ok."
"You asked to come here, remember?” Jack pats Dennis' cheek and lifts his head up to make eye contact. The reminder gives Dennis no comfort, but he leans into the touch. "You can go whenever you want."
Dennis pauses for a moment. "I'll stay, I promise." He places his hand on Jack's.
"What did he do to you for last time?"
"Corner time, 5 ruins, and 5 edges." Dennis stares at the wall as he remembers the nights of shaking in Robby's arms. Red-faced and sobbing as Robby coos:
"Shhh. Shh. It's just a punishment baby"
"You get why I have to do this right?"
"Just one more and it'll allll make up for it. One more and I'll forgive you."
Jack's thumb stroked his face. "All that and you came back for more huh?"
Dennis doesn't have anything to say. So he just nods.
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Dennis feels his body bend and bow to Jack's force. Gripped by his hair, face planted in the sheets. Every nerve on fire from oversensitivity. Jack has a stamina that outpaces anything that youth alone could beat. Robby doesn't fuck him like this-- couldn't fuck him like this.
And Jack isn't afraid to be mean. Sex with Robby is incredible but he, even in punishment, treats Dennis like he's precious. A sweet thing that needs gentle guidance. Always a teacher, the worst Dennis can get is disappointment. He'll dole out spankings and corner time but he never takes out a feeling on him. Never gives him that release that Dennis needs.
Jack tries to ruin Dennis, claim him. He's not subtle. Headboard bashing into the wall. Dark, wide marks on his neck just below the collar line. Bruises on his hips bigger than Robby's hands could ever make. Dennis craves the violence of it-- the headiness. Jack fucks him like he has something to prove. Like he's angry.
"Does he fuck you like this?" Jack pants between breaths, arms straining to hold Dennis down as he writhes. "Does he make you feel this good?"
"N-no sir!" Sweat drips off of Dennis' forehead. The admission is quick and easy, Dennis pushed beyond shame.
"Robby can't do this to you. Isn't that right, boy?" Jack's grip tightens and Dennis moans loud enough to rattle the walls.
"No," Dennis cries. "Just you, always you."
Jack brings his face down to Dennis and his tongue catches a tear by his eye. "You gonna go home? Tell Robby all about how I ruined you?" Jack reaches behind to the slick junction where their bodies meet. His finger circles the rim for a second, then hooks his thumb into the muscle and pulls Dennis wide.
"No!" Dennis screams, guttural and scared. It's a searing pain that, for a second, makes him pray that his mind could escape his body. Pure animal panic. He's close, body aching in pure ecstasy.
"You fucking should." Jack spits on the side of his face, Dennis tries to wince away from it but the grip is too strong. "Maybe he'll finally learn how to treat a slut like you."
Jack finds a bruise at the base of Dennis' neck, one Robby left two days ago as he cradled Dennis in bed. Jack presses a thumb into it until Dennis whines. Then, Jack bites down and Dennis' vision whites out.
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Robby stayed up waiting for him this time.
It's almost comical. He's in an armchair in the living room with his readers on. Dennis almost expects a "What were you doing out so late, young man?" Then he remembers where he is, and suddenly nothing seems funny anymore.
Robby just sighs when he sees him. Dennis tried to fix his hair on the bus, but he didn't have anything to cover up the marks Jack left. Dennis shifts on his feet, not brave enough to lie.
The two go silently up to the bedroom. Their bedroom. The bedroom where Robby told Dennis he loved him. The room that should hold everything that Dennis could ever need. The room he left to go to Jack’s.
Robby has Dennis cradled in his lap, both of them facing forward. Robby's hand pets Dennis' head and soothes him.
"Are you going to tell me what the two of you did?" Robby asks it so passively, so normal.
Dennis hates lying. He's so bad at being bad. He just nods and hopes Robby will let him divulge later when he can make up for it. When he can repent and be forgiven.
Robby doesn't press him. Just presses his nose into Dennis' curls, trying to catch a scent on the boy that isn't his own. He places a kiss on the back of his neck.
Below it, a bite mark blooms over a bruise-- encasing it completely.
hey can i be confusing freak for a bit? hucklerabbot but it’s established jack and robby picking up this sweet thing over the summer.
they don’t know anything about him, just that he looks beautiful flushed with his freckles dotting him everywhere that they honestly started looking like a map of where to sink their teeth in. he’s so sweet and kind, so mindful of their everything-gaps—age, size, wealth—and so cautious of overstepping. still, he makes a home in their hotel room, only ducking away, pink-cheeked, when jack begins reaching for robby; cupping him from under the clear table as though the poor thing couldn’t see them plainly. like he couldn’t see the way robby melts onto jack, whimpering, all coy when he warns jack that they have a guest.
they don’t really invite him; the thrill isn’t because of what could be said, but what is presented—their hunt and their boy’s corruption. so they lure him in, watching, hovering, driving away the rest who are interested in this tender thing that landed in their laps—the other men closer to dennis’ age; those who have purer intentions with him—with too-wide of grins and poison on their tongues.
they tell dennis how sweet he is to the eyes. how they wish they can just scoop him up and bring him to their home. dennis reacts with a little laugh, pleased but oh-so guarded like he can’t fully trust them with their words. jack, personally, loves it. loves how this boy, bright-eyed and soft, isn’t a lamb to the slaughter. he loves that he's a bigger, more loyal prey.
dennis is a shepherd dog. a mutt.
jack tells his husband this and robby cums to the picture that jack paints—dennis, collared and leashed, stuffed with their cocks and bred to the point of tenderness, and kept so thoroughly to themselves that they’ll even forget how the sun used to bring out his freckles.
their vacation is nearing its end. the chase must conclude.
dennis’ hunger waxes as time wanes—it seems that he’s ready to give in too.
Dennis who is crazy touch starved and just. Does not notice. He’s been cuddling pillows his whole life and wanting for something that he couldn’t name, so he figured when he finally got with Jack and Robby that the feeling would go away. It, stubbornly, did not. Whatever itch it was remained unscratched.
Jack and Robby, oblivious to this, were trying to let Dennis ease into the relationship. The two of them had been together for years, and had kind of forgotten what it was like to be new to a relationship. So, if Dennis didn’t explicitly ask, they didn’t do a whole lot of physical touch. But, he rarely asked.
Robby was sitting on the couch with him one night, Dennis curled up against the arm of the plush fabric and his legs bend by Robby’s side. Robby’s hand brushed his knee, and his leg extended to lay across his lap. A little amused, Robby rubbed his leg and watched him absolutely melt into him.
Then, Jack had a similar experience. They were in the kitchen together, he he just needed Dennis to move over a bit so he could get into a drawer, so he guided him to the side with a hand on his back and hip. Dennis blinked up at him and leaned into his side, pressing their ribs together. Jack chuckled, “Sorry, baby, just needed you to move.” Dennis’s cheeks flushed and he shuffled to the side. Jack was sure to run a hand over his spine a few more times that night.
It all culminated one night as the three were lying in bed together, trying to sleep. Dennis was kinda wiggly most nights, but tonight especially he just couldn’t get himself comfortable. Jack patted his arm. “Sugar, get comfy. Bedtime.”
Dennis gave an annoyed little whine and pushed his arm up into Jack’s hand. Experimentally, he wrapped his whole arm around Dennis, who snuggled into it.
“Is that what keeps you from tossing and turning?” Robby hummed. “Cuddles?” He wrapped Dennis up in his arms too and watched the boy fall asleep within the minute.
From then on, they didn’t hold back with the touching.
back on my bullshit again with stalker hucklerabbot and i'm obsessed with you phrasing jack's attitude towards dennis in the early days as being "why is it on the bed". so fucking tasty. i'm having visions of dennis becoming obsessed with jack's petty meanness because it's the perfect counterpart to robby's obsession- what do you mean jack is indifferent to him being here? what do you mean jack somewhat doesn't want him here? i think dennis' obsession with jack starts in him desperately trying to get and keep jack's attention on him, since jack is being so mean and denying him that.
also having major bootlicker visions later on with them. stealing dirty underwear and gym clothes isn't enough for this pup- dennis craves worshipping the very ground jack walks on. he wants to get his tongue all over that dirty leather just as much as he wants jack to step on him with them, to leave bruises on his skin in the pattern of those boots' tread. jack, who's only just starting to warm up to dennis as he's realizing how pathetic this mutt is, how he could never be a threat to him, indulges happily. after all, he's still got some pent up irritation from the worry of robby changing his patterns.
robby in the background starts off distressed that dennis and jack can't seem to get along, until he sees that boot print on dennis' chest and knows it's going to be alright. he's known jack for a very long time, and no matter what the man says, he never bothers to mark up something he doesn't plan on keeping. that's how he kept robby, after all.
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so this is the prequel piece to them drugging and forcing Robby to stay home. I love this verse. I love your mind.
The thing Dennis loves most about Robby is how much Robby adores him.
No-one would go to all that effort if they didn't love him. The cameras, and the gifts. Sitting outside his house for hours and hours at night, just to catch a glimpse of him through the windows.
It's … fuck, it's intoxicating. He's never felt so deeply loved. Wanted. Robby makes him feel like he's the only man in the world, and … well, he loves it. Sue him, he's the baby of a deeply religious large family whose parents didn't believe in condoms. By the time everything made its way down to him - clothes, toys, books - they were fourth-hand and tatty.
He never had anything new, or that was just for him. Attention was never directly solely at him - he had to share it with three brothers and a working farm. When he got to school, he was always 'the youngest Whitaker boy'. Never allowed to stand alone in his own right.
Robby, though. Robby looks at him and sees only him. Robby is … like a spotlight. He buys Dennis whatever the hell he wants, and things he couldn't even imagine asking for. Things brand new, all for him. Just because it makes Dennis happy, and that makes Robby happy.
When Robby fucks him, it's about him. Every word, every touch, is about how perfect Dennis is for Robby. Sometimes, Dennis records the audio - he assumes Robby knows, but he's never asked. But he just - sometimes he needs to hear it back again.
So fucking perfect for me, baby. My sweet boy. My gorgeous boy. Gonna make you feel so good. Been wanting you for so long, God, can't believe you're mine, mine, mine, mine.
It's hot, yeah, but it's a reminder that Robby loves him.
Robby's husband?
Does not love him.
They have an arrangement, Robby tells him. Jack lets him play with whatever new toy he likes, indulge the piece of himself that needs to fixate, obsess, take. The obsession usually fizzles out once Robby gets his dick in them.
Dennis panics for a second that he'll become like that - just another toy to be thrown away, but Robby assures him, no, baby. You're different. You're special. You're just like me.
It's strange, fucking a man with a husband. Being so desperately, painfully in love with a man with a husband. But, Jack … tolerates having him around.
Tolerates might be a strong word. It looks as if they definitely do have an arrangement - Jack will come home to Dennis bouncing on Robby's cock, and will roll his eyes, but say nothing. Let them continue on like he's not pottering around in the kitchen behind them.
But he does not like Dennis. He's made that very clear.
Dennis curls up in their bed, post-fuck, while Robby showers. He's soft, and blissed out, and all he wants is to feel arms around him.
Instead, Jack enters the bedroom, eyes him, and calls out to Robby.
"What's it doing on the bed, Michael."
It.
He feels something curl in his belly. Something like shame. Or arousal. He gets those mixed up sometimes. Wires crossed.
"Don't be cruel, Jack, let him stay!" Robby calls back out, over the spray of the shower. Jack looks sour. He toes off his boots, peels himself out of his clothes, and fuck, he is beautiful.
Dennis can't stop staring.
"Move," Jack orders, voice hard.
Dennis startles. He's so warm and comfortable, though. And Robby left him here, he doesn't want to move.
Jack unstraps his leg, and uses it to nudge at Dennis, not especially gentle. Dennis moves, right down to the end of the bed, over the duvet, where he's pushed.
Jack takes his place at the top of the sheets. He glares at Dennis the entire time.
"If you're staying," Jack snaps at him. "You stay down there."
Like he's some unwanted dog.
Dennis is hurt.
Jack doesn't like him? Jack doesn't want him here? But Robby loves him so much. He's getting used to that feeling. The feeling of being loved. Adored. He doesn't want to give that up.
No, this won't do. He can make Jack like him. He will make Jack like him.
The new obsession blossoms. He has Robby. He wants something new. He wants Jack.
He's a nice boy, he knows that. Sweet, and charming, and clever. Sure, he has a few quirks. He's getting off on knowing that Jack's husband is so obsessed with him he sleeps with his cum-stained underwear sometimes. But they're just quirks.
Dennis is loveable. And he'll show Jack that.
It's not easy, and that just makes him want it all the more. Jack has absolutely no interest in him. The more time Dennis spends at their apartment, in their home, curled up with Robby or suckling at his cock while Jack watches hockey beside them - the more Jack ignores him.
"Jack," he murmurs, on the floor at Robby's feet.
Nothing.
"Jack," he tries again. Robby's watching the two of them, quiet. "Can I - can I blow you?"
The man finally looks down at him, but it's with a flick of disdainful eyes, before they return to the screen.
"No," Jack says flatly. "Be quiet."
Robby looks deeply disappointed, and leans over to murmur something in Jack's ear. Whatever it was, it makes the man scowl.
"If you want to keep your pet in here, you can entertain it," he tells Robby, and Dennis visibly deflates.
So he tries a different tack. He can get Jack's attention other ways. He steals the man's boxers out of the dirty laundry, a day at a time, until every pair is sequestered away in his hideyhole in the guest room.
Jack stalks in, goes right to it, like he's known it's there the entire time, and retrieves them. Dennis is hoping for a reaction. Shouting, maybe Jack will rub his nose in it. That would be something.
But the man only shoots him a withering look, and shoves the boxers into the washer without a word.
God fucking dammit.
Dennis' obsession rises to truly unhealthy levels. Robby tries to talk to him about it. Make him understand that Jack is feeling a little jealous. A little threatened. He's been Robby's husband for decades, and none of Robby's little flings have ever stuck around as long as Dennis.
He can understand that. He doesn't want to be a threat. He just needs Jack to accept him.
He tries harder to find something Jack might want from him. He does every chore in the house, before either of the other two can get to them. Leaves it sparkling clean, tidy, every dish washed.
Jack makes more mess.
He waits, naked in bed, for Jack to come home from his night shift. He's got himself ready, plugged, so Jack can just take.
"For fuck's sake," the man swears when he opens the bedroom door and finds Dennis. "Out. Get out."
"But I - "
"Out."
He slinks out.
This goes on for months. Months. Dennis wants, and tries, and gets rejected, over and over again. Robby licks his wounds, assures him that Jack will come around, that he has no intention of letting Dennis go anywhere.
It's only when Robby is called, last minute, to the hospital to cover an attending shift, and Dennis and Jack are left alone in the apartment together, that something changes.
Dennis had been planning on an evening of keeping Robby's cock in his mouth for hours. He'd been looking forward to it. He had the ibuprofen ready for the ache in his jaw and everything.
And now, he's just sitting on the sofa next to Jack, the both of them deeply uncomfortable.
"Sorry," he mutters. "I didn't think he'd - "
"Obviously you didn't," Jack snaps. "You couldn't have guessed he'd get called in."
If it weren't the poisonous tone, it could almost be something halfway to pleasant.
Dennis huffs.
"I know why you don't like me," he says, fed up. "I'm sorry that Robby loves me, but he does, and I love him too. And I don't want to take him from you! I, like, probably couldn't. He's been married to you for a million fucking years. So just. Why are you still on my ass?"
Jack turns his head, slow, to watch him.
It's like watching a predator size up prey.
"You," he says finally, slow. "Are a fucking pain in my ass."
He looks between Dennis and the floor.
"Sit. Go on."
And Dennis moves, fast, onto the floor, because this is the first time Jack has ever told him to do something beyond fuck off.
Jack nudges him onto his back, and so he lays, flat, his chest thumping. He has no fucking idea what's about to happen, and he's so excited he might burst.
Jack shifts slightly on the sofa, lifting his leg. The prosthetic is balanced against the side. He's still wearing his boots. He barely ever takes them off, Dennis has noticed. They're special, apparently.
The boot lifts, and then - and Dennis isn't sure he's even seeing this right - it's coming down to press, hard, against his chest.
He sucks in a sharp breath, but doesn't dare move.
"Stay," Jack orders.
He stays.
The boot presses down against his sternum, not hard enough to cut off air, but hard enough that the pressure is - fuck, it's something.
"Don't move, pup," Jack warns him, when he starts to squirm just slightly. Not because he wants to escape the almost painful pressure, but. Well, because he's hard.
He gazes at the boot pressing him down into the ground. It's not very clean. Jack should take better care of these. Dennis' mouth goes dry. He could take better care of these.
Jack does absolutely nothing else to him, that night. Barely speaks to him. But when he finally lets his foot up, and Dennis gets to his knees, the man isn't quite as hostile. He watches Dennis, and finally hauls himself up with his crutches. Turns, makes his way toward the bedroom.
"Well?" he asks over his shoulder, when Dennis stays put. "Coming?"
Dennis sleeps blissfully beside Jack, only just barely touching.
It takes weeks for Jack to loosen up enough to let Dennis take his foot gently, rest it on his own knee.
"What are you doing?" Jack asks, watching. He isn't moving, or tugging away.
"Cleaning," Dennis says, and lowers his head to the boot. He flicks his tongue out, and the taste of well-worn leather, dust and dirt. He moans, unable to stop himself, and his tongue widens out into eager laves.
Jack looks down at him, brow raised.
"Why?" he asks, sounding amused. Robby is watching from the other sofa, his mouth curled into a smile.
"Because he likes you, Jack," he says, fond. "And he takes care of the things he likes. Isn't that right, baby?"
Dennis nods, without letting up. The leather taste, rich and deep on his tongue, is stronger with every swipe, the grime of the day washed away.
"Hm," Jack hums. He waits until the boot is spit-shiny, and then tosses Dennis the other one, tugged off the prosthetic. "Good boy."
your post + the Wave of fauxcest everyone's been blessed with lately are mashing in my head something Fierce
dead dove fauxcest where dennis very much so does NOT want to be rabbot's pseudo son pseudo toy pseudo whatEVER the fuck🤤
the first time he finally calls out for dad/daddy just in complete tears...hating having to call them that in a domestic And sexual setting and there's no clear line (to him) when one bleeds into the other
(eyes the stalker/kidnapping/dead dove doc i add to when im bored
haha no yeah THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUTTTT
Dennis had a good relationship with his family. He loved and respected his father. Never dared to talk back to his mom. Sure his brothers were annoying but they still cared about him and even shed a few tears at his college graduation.
So there's no reason for him to be...reacting to this. He shouldn't, he doesn't need to have some sort of weird rush of endorphins when Robby and Jack refer to themselves as daddy and dad.
He lost the urge to fight a while ago. They were older, and he had foolishly thought that meant he could get away if he tried hard enough. But dad-Jack, his name is Jack- is strong and good at tying ropes. Daddy-no, Robby, jesus, Robby- kept slipping something into his food or maybe his drinks or maybe both to make him sleepy and pliant and soft.
That's what they kept saying. "Such a good boy, such a soft, sweet thing, Denny."
Robby would actively pretend not to hear Dennis when he pleaded "Dr. Robby, please, I won't tell anyone, please, I want to go home." He'd keep talking about the toy Dennis was holding or the book they were reading. "Yes, that is a duck, such a smart boy. You want to turn the page or should I?"
Jack was meaner. Scarier. He'd tilt his head and hum, "I know my sweet boy didn't just say what I think he said. Because my little boy knows what dad would have to do if his son was being so disrespectful."
Dennis starts relying on the comfort wherever he can get it. He doesn't want to feel his body relax into his daddy's hold but sometimes the body heat is so perfect and inviting and he gets drowsy and lets out a soft little sigh. He doesn't want dad to know that the movie that he insisted he could handle is in fact scaring him but he clings to dad anyway, hiding his face at the jump scares, burning red when it gets him a "Oh, don't worry, baby. Dad's right here, he'll keep you safe."
And they blur the line, move the goalpost, switch it up on him to a point where Dennis can't keep up and his head hurts from trying.
He can go from lounging on the couch with dad, talking about something normal, and then suddenly he's got his mouth around his dad's cock, eyes wet with tears and confusion the only thing he can cling to. Daddy insists Dennis is too little to get dressed by himself but somehow that ends up with him getting fucked into the mattress, head buried in a pillow that smells too much like his dad, lips and legs shaking, somehow vaguely hoping his daddy will be nice enough to help him cum too.
Dennis doesn't even mean to call them it so casually. It just happens one day, so natural and simple with the way it falls out of his mouth. They're arguing about his bedtime, about him getting a treat after dinner, about something that Dennis used to be able to choose himself but now he doesn't. Can't.
And he just looks up with a pout, and argues "But daddy, you promised. You said it this morning. Dad heard it too."
Daddy looks so fucking elated that whatever he was arguing against was instantly given. Dad looks smug, smitten, predatory. Like he has plans to hear Dennis say it again soon. Like he won something. Beat Dennis somehow.
“but are people like me, you know…welcome?” dennis asked while looking at labs on one of the communal tablets.
trinity quirked her head to the side while typing. “what’s that supposed to mean? it’s a pride night! of course you’re welcome.”
dennis looked up and took in her confused face. “so, they’re chill with allies being there?” trinity’s mouth dropped open. she didn’t reply, which made dennis scared he’d said something wrong. “i don’t mean anything by it! i’ve just seen some stuff on twitter about allies making pride about themselves.”
victoria was lurking in the back, eavesdropping on everything, but when it became obvious trinity didn’t know what to say, she chimed in. “den, what do you mean ally?” she said it with that vocal fry dennis kinda loved.
“am i-am i not supposed to call myself that?” he wondered. he really was trying. in the past five years, he’d learned a lot about how to word things. was he not an ally yet? was there a new word for it?
trinity, mostly recovered from her uncharacteristic speechlessness, replied, “so are you not…” she trailed off.
“what?” dennis demanded. “not what? i’m not homophobic, if that’s what your asking.”
“no, den. no one thinks you’re homophobic,” victoria soothed, while stepping closer. “i guess we both assumed you were queer.”
dennis’s face twisted up. he wasn’t offended exactly. being thought of as queer wasn’t offensive he reminded himself. “why would you think that?”
trinity and victoria looked at each other in alarm, then looked to dr. robby, who was unsubtly listening, then back at dennis.
trinity, not having time to get into all of it, said, “let’s talk about this at home.”
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