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pittpilled ex-lurker | 18+

[lavloser]

everyone’s always talking about puppy whitaker this puppy whitaker that — what about giant dog that can be mistaken for a bear robby following dennis home from the hospital, blocking his door, and leaving dead animals on his porch, what about wolf abbot sniffing around the parameters and marking everything. where are those people

[lavloser]

the concept of Whitaker bombing his house sitting gig was not possible to me until Gerran’s recent interviews 💔 I also thought he wouldn’t have bombed taking a picture of the board since I figured it would be hard to mess that up, but his silly loserisms always finds new heights in impressive ways.

I can now only imagine Robby coming home to an absolute devastation of his house and seeing Whitaker looking up at him with eager eyes, metaphorical tail wagging, and being unable to scold him for any of it. I feel like Dennis could be very obsessive with cataloguing things based on the glimpse of how we saw him organize his stuff in the abandoned hospital wing, but I can definitely imagine him re-sorting stuff based on a completely illogical system, leaving furniture askew or trailing crumbs everywhere, even in the bed and stuff. Robby’s gonna be living in his house again for weeks after returning from his sabbatical, tossing and turning in his crumby bed, exploding whitaker with his mind. When he actually shows up on shift however, all his anger fades away when seeing how excited and eager Dennis is to work with him again. It’s the way Robby kind of completely trusts him too, with his house and with Duke — he just sees Dennis as the puppy he never (always) wanted.

[lavloser]

somewhere in dennis whitaker lies an almost-anagram of a weenis d*cktaker and i find peace in that

[drunklerobby]

NSFW ‼️‼️‼️ overstim, kinda dubcon

whitaker on the bed, robby eating him out.

theyve been at it for nearly half an hour, dennis has cum 3 times. he's squirming and crying and writhing but jack is keeping him firmly in place. petting his hair, squeezing his cheeks, shoving his fingers through the lax mouth, simply playing with the boys mouth at a certain point.

"shhhh kid. don't make 'em mad" abbot laces his fingers through whitakers hair and scratches at his scalp.

"please- fuck! please stop dr robby, please-"

robby doesn't stop for a second, not even stuttering when dennis cries out. soon the body under robby is shaking, nearly convulsing as he cums once again. a sob rips from his pale chest. robby finally relents

[puppiegracie]

yeah. thinking about how dennis's favorite moment after work is giving himself to robby, settling into the role of being a perfect little pup. sinking to his knees and blinking up at robby with big, desperate eyes, hands folded neatly in his lap.

robby's favorite moment is when he fastens den's leather collar around his pale throat, watching with a small, satisfied grin as his puppy's eyes go all hazy and dumb, slipping deep into that fuzzy headspace of being owned. he tugs lightly at the collar just to hear dennis whimper, already squirming a little, getting wet already.

yeah, you like that, don't you, sweetie? robby pets the back of his knuckles gently against dennis's flushed cheeks, pleased. no more hard work, all you have to do now is be my sweet little fuckpet. fuck, look at you, so fucking dumb for me, practically drooling... who's a good boy? yeah? ohh, is it you? yes you are! open up, puppy, let owner give you your treat.

robby's close-second favorite moment is when his pup has his nose buried in coarse curls, robby's dick stuffed down a tight, warm throat, silken wet walls massaging him so perfectly. dennis beautiful like this, collar sitting pretty around his neck, eyes shining with brimming tears, cheeks flushed and drool slipping down his chin. fuuuck, atta boy.... mmm, owner's favorite little cocksleeve, takin it so well, pup... yeah, aw, that's okay, puppy, you can cry. puppies get so whiny, don't they? gooood boy. <3

[lavloser]

manifesting that one of the arcs for season 3 will be the pittlings trying to kidnap victoria from her psych rotation!1!! they keep trying to stall and block her from leaving their floor

[puppydogwhitaker]

“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.”

[puppydogwhitaker]

thinking about bunny!hybrid dennis who is just so perpetually embarrassed about it, and then he meets rabbot…

first of all, he resented how absolutely non-threatening he was. a fucking prey animal? he had to be born a prey animal? he’d never been particularly lucky and it sucked that that dirth of good fortune seeped down to his genetic code.

he hated how close to his instincts he was. how his ears telegraphed his moods, how his nose crinkled on its own, how easily scared he was.

the worse thing about it was that the stereotypes were completely true. he was horny near-constantly.

people would ask him about it. sometimes it was friends who were just a little more liberal in their ideals, and sometimes it was complete strangers who were fucking creeps. but either way, dennis would stammer out how that particular fact was just a rumor.

it wasn’t.

the first and only time dennis had a boyfriend, he was getting off every day. his boyfriend wouldn’t even have the energy to actually fuck him half the time, but that didn’t sway dennis. he would lie on top of him and just hump. his boyfriend would play with his tail with one hand and scroll on his phone with the other. dennis always felt terrible about himself afterwards, even if mark always said he came so fast, it was barely even an inconvenience.

that was another thing he hated about it.

so, when he got the the pitt for his rotation, he was prepared for the humiliation ritual that was meeting new people. older women were going to coo over his ears, assholes we’re going to sneak up on him for his exaggerated jumping reaction, people would make slick comments about what he was going to be doing after work. he was used to it, at this point.

he wasn’t prepared for his attendings to take an…interest in him.

at first, dennis thought it was more scientific. they were only human, and male bunny hybrids were rare. something about the XY chromosome meant that having all the mutations necessary to express the phenotypes was rare. robby would ask him mostly silly questions. did he really like carrots? did the wolf hybrid in central 7 make him nervous? did he need different scrubs to accommodate his tail?

his time on night shift was slightly more illuminating. jack was more transparent, asking if his nose twitched like that anytime he got ‘overwhelmed,’ and if trinity was ‘helping him with his baser needs.’

dennis agreed to go out with them. his stupid fast heartbeat got quicker the moment they cornered him in the locker room to ask him.

and he tried to go slow, he really did. these men were older and his bosses and his libido was quite frankly embarrassing, but, for the second date, they invited him over for a night in. dinner and a movie, they said.

just sitting in between them, all full and safe, smelling their home (den, his animalistic hindbrain corrected), it made the two orgasms he’d wrung out of himself in the shower earlier absolutely useless.

and maybe it wasn’t exclusively scientific, but robby and jack were always observing him. finally, after minutes of squirming, jack asked, “is something wrong?”

“no!” dennis answered quickly. “i’m having a lot of fun.” it was true. he was happy to be there.

robby smiled. he could guess the predicament. he’d read up on literature, and bunny hybrids, in the presence of newer ‘mates’ could experience some intense urges. “dennis,” robby loved the way dennis’s head snapped towards him. “are you…aroused?”

dennis quickly looked down, ashamed. he was sure these mature men didn’t want to deal with this on a second date. “we don’t have to do anything about it. it’ll go away.”

jack, having read the studies too, questioned, “is that not uncomfortable? it’s a biological need for you, right?”

“not really!” dennis wasn’t exactly telling the truth. “i’ll just ignore it and it’ll be fine.” it would be slightly painful, but it really was fine.

jack shimmied a hand in between dennis’s back and couch, resting it right above dennis’s cotton puff tail. “you don’t gotta ignore it with us, bun.”

dennis closed his eyes in pleasure, despite himself. his brain was hardwired to submit to those touches. “i can, though,” dennis insisted. he could ignore how horny he was. he wasn’t some fucking mindless idiot.

robby leaned over and put a hand on the side of dennis’s neck. “you can, baby. we know,” robby soothed. “however, you have two very willing partners here who are, quite frankly, very excited to test this refractory period we’ve been reading about, so…”

robby’s hand moved to rub at the base of his ears, jacks hand moved and he lightly pulled on dennis’s tail. dennis’s started panting a little.

for the first time in his life, he was happy about being a bunny.

[puppiegracie]

yeahhh rural hucklerobby fucking in the back of their truck. robby with his arms locked tight around dennis's waist, driving up into him, punching out the cutest little moans from his boy. snaking a hand down to jerk his swollen little tdick, dennis panting out robby, m'cumming, m'cumming, please— oh, fuck, please, pleaseplease— as he tightens and gushes around robby's pulsing dick, skin flushed and slick with sweat.

robby following him into bliss and pumping dennis full of hot, sticky cum, so good, so fuckin good, baby, mmph— biting down on den's shoulder to muffle his broken groan. resting his face in the crook of den's neck, nuzzling softly, both of them panting in the aftermath and pleasantly fuzzy with pleasure.

robby mumbling rode me half to death, den, my little cowboy, huh? and dennis half-heartedly telling him oh, shut up. you did half the work anyways... how're your knees, old man? and robby laughing against his neck, nipping at his jaw, huffing oh, you little shit—

[thefuzzzz]

Dennis who is just such a sleepy pup, but also can't stand not being included in anything and everything.

(CW: light somno, puppy play)

Robby and Dennis just got back from their shifts, and Jack had the night off. For the whole ride home, Dennis was fading fast, half asleep leaned on Robby's arm. The minute they got home, Robby guided him to bed and stroked his cheek with his knuckles as he fell asleep.

Robby heard the taletale sound of Jack's crutches down the hall and smiled to himself before meeting him halfway to the bedroom.

"Is Den not with you?" Jack asked once they were done with their little greeting kiss.

Robby gestured to the cracked bedroom door. "He's sleepy tonight. Passed out the minute he laid down."

Jack tutted. "Shame. I was gonna put him through the mattress tonight."

Robby grinned. "Well, guess / get your full attention tonight."

Jack chuckled into the sloppy kiss they immediately shared. They stumbled into the bedroom, shushing each other for Dennis's sake, but also knowing he was a pretty heavy sleeper and they could probably get away with a lot. They would just do it on the couch, but getting old meant getting less flexible.

Jack had Robby under him, laughing into his kisses and whispering disgusting things in his ear while pounding into him, when they heard a sad little whine. Dennis gave them his very best pout, big blue eyes sad and sleepy, from his side of the bed.

Robby immediately cooed at him, which Jack was sure was the reason for his spoiled little attitude. "I'm sorry, pup. Go back to sleep. We'll be quieter."

"Without me?" Dennis mumbled in a tiny voice.

Jack chuckled. "Oh, baby. You're barely awake right now. We'll take care of you in the morning."

A few very convincing whines from Dennis, and Jack relented. He was easy, he couldn't help it. Besides, their pup always looked so cute when he slept. Jack would be lying if he said he had never thought about this.

Once Robby finished, Jack was careful to keep his own release at bay.

Robby cuddled up against Dennis, who was already basically asleep, while Jack set to prepping him. Apparently, he took a really fucking long time, because Dennis was back asleep in Robby's arms by the time he was ready.

"I feel mean," Jack chuckled, lined up but not pushing in yet. He stroked Dennis's smooth tummy. "He looks really peaceful. I don't wanna bother him."

Robby ran a hand through his curls. "He'll just wake up begging for it tomorrow. May as well get it out of his system tonight."

Dennis made a few tiny little sounds, and briefly woke up for some kisses and to sleepily mumble, "right there...yes, fuck, yeah." He writhed in the sheets, making that little sound he always did when he was right on the edge.

"You think he can come in his sleep?" Robby hummed, rubbing his hands over their sweet, sleepy pup.

Question answered.

[alexisneverokay]

thinking about hybrid puppy dennis who is just so so happy to see robby after a long day, and so excited to get pets and kisses and snuggles, that his tail wags so fast and with so much force that he pulls a muscle in it, and yelps from the pain.

robby watches his wiggly puppy suddenly stop panting and jumping up at him where they're stood in the hallway, and sees how his ears flatten on his head and his eyes fill with big, sad tears. robby instantly knows its another tail injury for his poor pup, dennis having a tendency to get too excited and lose control.

he immediately drops his bag and gathers the sniffling, teary puppy in his arms and ushers him to the sofa, carefully taking the now limp tail in his hand and cooing. dennis hides his face in his owners neck and cries big fat tears as robby tries to soothe him.

he uses firm fingers to gently massage the base of his boy's tail, rubbing back and forth to try and loosen the tension and pain.

"ohhhh, sweetie pie, I'm so sorry, it's okay baby, you're okay... you just got a little too excited, hey? that's okay, daddy's here, daddy will make it all better, puppy-baby... you just focus on cuddling up to owner, and I'll help your poor little tail."

the puppy wept for a few minutes more, evening ruined by the twinges and shocks of his strained tail muscles, and clung to his owner like a lifeline. the massage did feel good, and owner would make him all better.

gradually, gradually, the pain began to ease somewhat, and the upset hybrid began to calm. his daddy had him, his daddy was carefully fixing him and making sure his golden, fluffy tail would be able to wag happily again soon. he snuggled his face closer and flicked his ears against robby's face, a quiet little show of thanks.

"you're okay, pup, good boy. you're such a good boy for being so so brave while owner helps you. I know, sweetie, I know, oh it hurts, hey? don't worry little one, I've got you... see, you're already loosening up, I can see that pretty tail try and wiggle!"

it was true- dennis was able to carefully wag his tail again, but only slowly and softly, not his usual style. but his owner was kissing on his downy ears and cooing at his puppy huffs against his neck, making him feel like such a good dog despite the pain.

he barked and yipped weakly, and robby tucked him closer, still rubbing his tail.

"the best boy, truly my best puppy dog... that's right denny, you're such a special pup. just let owner keep making you feel better, there's a good boy..."

[puppydogwhitaker]

just thinking about dennis not really knowing how to kiss.

he mostly had one off hookups from apps or people he met in classes. there was no time to learn someone’s preferred technique. he looked it up on wikihow before he went over to a guy’s house the first time, but other than that, he’s mostly been flying by the seat of his pants.

robby can tell.

robby has been kissing longer than dennis has been alive. like forty years of practice at this point. it should probably be off putting to robby just how…..wet and eager dennis’s kisses are. but, well, robby is getting kinda comfortable with the fact that dennis turned him into a dirty old man.

when they lay on their sides, pressing their whole bodies against each other, dennis is just so whiny and grabby. he’s thrusting his tongue into robby’s mouth, not to make robby’s toes curl, but just because he himself wants to feel robby’s insides. it’s selfish. in fact, it’s disgusting.

robby loves it. it’s just so…puppyish.

he loves the spit dripping into his beard. he loves dennis’s lips slipping and going closer to his chin. he loves feeling coherence leave dennis’s body as his already inexperienced technique runs away from him. he loves feeling dennis get wet and dumb and whimpering. he loves how dennis’s starts jumping his leg without even thinking about it.

maybe robby is just one of those owners. the ones who let their puppy get all up in their face and lick into their mouth. that was fine. robby was disciplined in a million other ways.

[motherofcatsandmess]

"So beautiful"

Robby murmered into Dennis's neck as he pressed wet kisses down to his chest, the younger man leaned his head further back, offering more skin to be worshipped. The gasp that left Whitakers mouth was almost unrecognisable as the attending latched his mouth onto one nipple and swirled his tongue around the area, repeating ths process to the other.

"So pretty baby"

Robby turned Dennis around, pressing his back to the attendings chest, as the larger hand moved downwards, with no clothes as barriers, his dick was wrapped in the warmth of a hand as it spread the precum from the tip.

"Such a cute boy"

The older man thrust slightly, Dennis feeling what he longed to have in him, rutting against his ass, still not near enough. After a few strokes, thrusts, wet kisses, Dennis was walked to the end of the bed and bent over it as Robby moved away. The drizzle of lube fell through his ass crack, getting him ready, he could -

"Not too much Mike, let it hurt a bit."

Jack's voice didnt make Dennis jump, it did bring him down slightly at the reminder that they were being watched . Listening to the instruction, the cap being closed and the bottle being thrown beside the bed being the only sounds other than their heavy panting.

Robbys tip slowly pushed at Dennis's entrance, he had prepped before Jack had arrived. The smaller man's hips were grabbed softly and Robby slowly began to push into him.

"Just fuck him Mike. Now."

Just like that, the older man bottomed out and Dennis's jaw was slacked, the pain mixing with pleasure. The thrusts began slow and shallow, Dennis let his torso fall on to the bed and moan at the sensation.

"Jesus christ Mikey, hold him harder, bruise him, fuck him harder."

Dennis could feel the hesitancy as Robby tightened his grip, still not hard enough to leave bruises but enough that he would feel the sensation for a few hours after the hands were no longer there. The thrusts did follow instuction though, they were harder, deeper, Dennis's whole body being moved by Robby's dick as it pushed and pulled.

"Such a good boy" the awe and wonder in Robbys voice made Dennis's heart flutter.

"He is a little slut that needs to be fucked hard. So stop pampering the whore and fuck him."

Jack sounded annoyed, the pair could hear him shifting in the chair in the corner of the room where he was watching him. Dennis could picture Jack leaning forward, arms balancing on his thighs, his face scowled with the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Such a fucking whore, taking it so well, like you were meant too."

Dennis couldnt reply to Jack even if he wanted to, his mind was mush, he was being plowed within an inch of his life and he couldnt be happier. All too soon, without warning, Dennis finished, most of it landing on his own chest. That must have triggered Robby as Dennis felt the attending tense and his ass filled with cum too.

"Pull out, let it drip down him, he deserves to be covered in cum."

An unconscious whine left the younger man's mouth as Robby listened and left him feeling empty. Instead of responding to the whine, Robby listened to Jack telling him to go and clean himself up.

"Come here mouse"

On wobbly legs, Dennis also listened to the domineering man and balanced on Jack's thigh, not thinking about the cum that was still leaking out of him.

"Did you like fucking Daddys friend mouse?"

Sighing in contentment, Dennis leaned forward silently asking for a kiss which he was given and snuggled into the other man, knowing he wouldn't care about the bodily fluids, he would probably add to them in a minute too.

"Yes, thank you Daddy."

[puppiegracie]

dennis who gets off just as much on babbling dad, please, feels s'good— mm, daaad, m'so full— as he does on robby's dick stuffing him full, grinding so deep he's drooling onto robby's shoulder, thighs twitching as his cunt flutters around the thick cock. dennis who always cums so pathetically quick when robby gives into it, muttering yeah, that's it, take dad's cock in that slutty little cunt. shh, fuck, you wanna be a good boy for dad? yeah? then stay fuckin still and let me use you. gooood little puppy. dad's personal fucktoy, isn't that right? <3

[bigbootsmanofwarwrites]

Hey so uh.....

Hucklerabbot fauxcest where Robby and Abbot end up lowkey adopting Dennis after they find out he's living on the eighth floor? Something about them being able to provide for him easier if he's legally their son or some other bullshit idk. Just makes it even better when Dennis calls them both dad in bed

(And the whole brother thing b/w robby and abbot? The family tree is a circle at this point)

Sure, he had real parents. Everyone has real parents, at some point, whether they're around or not. His real parents, they're … more like overseers. Authority figures. He's never once felt a scrap of paternal love from either of them. They made him, and raised him, and fed and clothed and housed him, as he's always being reminded. 

But they're not really parents. 

They never encouraged any affection. They weren't Mommy and Daddy, or Mom and Dad, even. Mother, and Father. Respectable, respectful titles for people of the Church. Cold, and distant. 

For a long time, he thought that was normal. That that was what everyone's parents were like. It wasn't until he was in college, embarrassingly, that he began to hear the kids around him talk about laughing with their parents. Having dinners that didn't feel strict and somber. Being friends with their family. 

So when Robby and Jack want to adopt him, a grown man, well. 

Look, there's plenty of reasons why he goes along with it. 

The first, and most pressing, being the housing security. He's survived his homelessness, he has. He did okay. But God, it was hard. Cold and lonely and every day a fucking scrape to get by. 

The idea of two older men, men he trusts, men he's just seen handle the biggest emergency he's ever seen, as if it was just part of the job, taking him home and looking after him? 

It's a little intoxicating. 

They're so … outraged, when they find him on the eighth floor. At first, he's ready to be scolded for doing something wrong, breaking the rules. He knows how this go. He'll take his licks. 

But the outrage isn't … directed at him? 

It's the fact that he's been up here, without asking for help. That he's been without a home for - God, he doesn't know how long by this point. 

"I can - I'll find a shelter," he promises them, because he really can't fuck up this rotation, not one day in. "Just don't tell, please." 

They share an incredulous glance. 

"You're coming home with us," Robby says, firm, no-nonsense. 

So he goes home with them. 

He tries to leave, at first. Work out some other arrangement, that won't have him fucking squattig in the married attendings' home. But he was on the eighth floor for a reason. There aren't a lot of other options. 

They refuse to let him go, anyway. 

"For God's sake, kid, we have the space, and we like having you here," Jack gripes, the twentieth time he tries to bring up finding someplace else to go. 

"Whit," Robby says softly, the thirtieth time he tries. "We're a couple of old queers, okay? We couldn't have kids. Let us just - enjoy it for a bit." 

And that has him flushing red. He's not their kid. He's not even a kid. He's a fully grown man, who has legal guardians, parents on paper. A 'couple of old queers' who love him a whole lot more than his real parents ever did. Treat him better. 

He stays. 

Nothing changes at work, which he appreciates. He gets to keep learning and growing, fulfilling the requirements of his degree. Helping people. He gets more and more comfortable, skilled enough to do things on his own. 

He wonders, is this what it feels like to have parents who believe in you? 

The two old men, though. They change. It's like they don't think he's capable of taking care of himself, which he damn well is. He's been taking care of himself for years. He put himself through med school, he turned his back on Nebraska, he worked his ass off while living on the streets. 

It's not like he's some helpless child. 

But Robby, he starts packing Dennis a lunch, alongside his own. They have the same reheated leftovers, but Dennis gets a treat in his. Some pastry, or freshly cut strawberries. Once, he included a note, and it reminded Dennis of things he's seen in movies. 

Good luck with your first day in psych, kid. 

Dennis kept the note. It lives in his bedside table. So do all the ones that keep coming, tucked away in his packed lunch. 

Jack finds out that he's never hit a baseball, and is outraged. Dennis tries to tell him - I played Little League, I'm not totally bereft of athleticism - but Jack will have none of it. 

He takes Dennis to a batting cage and insists on teaching him how to hit a damn ball, at least once. 

It feels … strange. It's fun, for sure. He hits the ball on the third try, and Jack's whoop of delight and pride fills him with pleasure. 

It's just. The man in the cage over, is with his son. His ten-year old son. 

"Guess they never get too old, huh?" he says to Jack with a grin, nodding at Dennis, who's trying to perfect his accuracy. 

Jack grins right back. 

"Never too old to smack a ball around with your old man," he says, and when Dennis steps back from the plate, ruffles his hair. 

He can feel his cheeks flaming. 

"What the fuck was that?" he hisses, when the man goes back to his son. 

Jack laughs. 

"Oh, settle. Just a little joke. You are my son, y'know, on paper," he says with a smirk. 

Dennis' stomach turns over, and he has to work not to have his fingers tremble on the bat. 

"On paper," he repeats, firm. "Not for real." 

"Well." 

Robby finds it hilarious when they're home and Jack has relayed the story. Traitor. 

And now, they won't drop it. They ruffle his hair more, all fatherly and affectionate. When he graduates, they're the ones cheering the loudest. He can hear Jack shout that's my boy, and he wants to fucking die. They put his diploma on the fridge with coloured magnets, and leave it there for months. 

The worst of it, though, is that they. will. not. stop. calling. him. son. 

"Son, grab me my leg, will you?" 

"Hey, nice work today, son, proud of you." 

"I swear to God, son, show some respect for your elders." 

He thinks he's going insane. 

It's not fair. They're crossing all his wires. He likes being cared for. He likes the open love they have for him. He even likes knowing they took on legal responsibility for him. 

But he also lays in bed, listening to the distant sound of moans from their bedroom, and touches himself. Every glimpse of bare skin, and there's a lot of in their apartment, is catalogued in his mind, and drives him fucking wild. 

He wants. 

But they're … off-limits, aren't they? They're his - weird father-like friends. 

He can't fuck the men who keep calling him son. 

It's drugs, that get him in the end. Of course. He's never been especially good at keeping shit together on anything harder than weed. Trinity gives him some molly when they're out celebrating her birthday, and damn, it hits hard. Like, really hard. 

He stumbles home, in an Uber that Javadi and McKay put him in, after he'd tried to tell a complete stranger that he loved his Dads, like sooooooo much. 

He's light-headed and a little dizzy, and it felt great earlier, he was so full of energy and love and light. Now, though, he's starting to feel kinda - bleh. 

When he makes it through the front door, they're sitting up, waiting for him. 

Jack raises a brow, at the state of him. 

"And what time do you call this, young man?" he jokes, mock-stern. 

It goes straight to Dennis' dick, and that distresses him even more. 

"I don't feel great," he mumbles, and then he's falling into Jack's arms, pathetic and small and coming down bad. 

"Oh, kiddo," Jack murmurs, rubbing circles over his back. "Went a little too hard, huh?" 

He nods against Jack's chest. Everything feels so much better here. Warmer. He feels safe in Jack's arms. 

"Well, I hope you've learned a valuable lesson," Robby says, and then he's on Dennis' other side, and how did he move that fast, maybe he's still kinda high. "Only take the drugs your fathers approve of." 

Jack snorts with laughter, but Dennis looks up, indignant. 

"You have to stop that!" he exclaims, all hot in the face and pissed off. 

"Stop what?" 

"This! That! The - father and son, and kiddo, and fucking - it's too much!" he bursts out. It's not the whole truth, and not coming out the way he wanted. "You're not my Dads." 

They have the audacity to actually look hurt. 

"Right," Robby says, a little tight. "We'll stop." 

It doesn't help. He feels just as weird and sad as before. 

He growls in frustration, and rolls his eyes. 

"You have to stop, because - " 

And he kisses Jack, the first time, the first kiss, hard. 

For a horrible second, he thinks Jack is going to push him off. He's not kissing back. But then, a strong arm wraps around his waist, and fuck. Now, he's being kissed back. 

"God, finally," he moans into Dennis' mouth. "We were starting to think you'd never get there." 

Dennis goes to retort, but Robby's hand catches his jaw and drags Dennis' mouth over to his own, licking into his mouth like he's starving for it. 

"This does not," Robby tells him between kisses. "Mean we have to stop, son." 

Dennis shudders, reverberating all the way through his body. Fuck. 

"Oh, see," Jack coos into his ear. "You like it, don't you? Hm? Like being taken care of, by your Dads?"

His only reply is a high, desperate moan. 

"I think we can take that as a yes, brother," Jack laughs, and goddamn it, that's got him twitching, too. 

He's so fucked up. 

"I don't - I don't know which I want more," he whines. Something inside him is breaking. He's going to have to choose between the two things that have brought him the most joy. 

"What do you mean, kid?" Robby asks, frowning, pulling back. 

"I like that you act like my Dads," he whimpers, a little embarrassed. "I - you're so good to me. And it's so nice, and I don't want it to stop. But I also really want to fuck you, and we can't do both, and - " 

He's cut off by a hand over his mouth. 

"Whoever said we can't do both?" Robby purrs. His heart thumps. "You're telling me you don't want your Dad to fuck you so hard you scream? Jack, he's telling me I'm not allowed to suck my little boy's cock." 

Jack's brow furrows, and he shakes his head. 

"I just don't know about these kids, Robby," he replies. His tone is dripping with condescension, and fuck, it snaps Dennis right out of the haze he's been in. "It's like they don't know why their Daddies even had them." 

 It's deranged, and obscene, and Dennis is leaking in his pants. 

"Oh, fuck, okay, please," he begs against Robby's hand. 

"Language," Jack scolds. 

He loses count of how many times he gets the same scold when they have him bent in half and pressed between them, unable to moan more than fuck, yes, Daddy. 

[alexisneverokay]

new hc, robby spends the days before leaving for his sabbatical carefully creating several of those dildos moulded in the shape of his own cock, and leaving them tactfully in the top draw of his bedside table.

he's not naive, he knows dennis will poke around a bit, and he knows he'll find them pretty soon. and, not to be vain, he knows his cock is fucking hot. it's big, and veiny, and the perfect thickness to stretch a first year intern out nice and good.

he leaves ample lube in the draw too, setting the trap perfectly. he knows dennis won't be able to resist fucking himself to an orgasm on robby's bed, not with the hungry eyes the boy keeps giving him. he wonders if dennis will realise the dildos aren't standard models from the Internet, if his cut cock head will give it away...

either way, when that pretty little intern does go poking through that draw, robby will be waiting, phone connected right to one of the hidden cameras in the room corners- rest assured, he's going to get every angle of dennis stuffing himself full in robby's bed, prostate getting abused by robby's cock even when he's hundreds of miles away.

when robby comes home weeks too early, that's when he'll really pounce.

[haggravated-lassault]

Whitaker is walking to the board when he comes across Robby and Abbot , they start walking together down the hall

Robby: "Two hours to go , How are you doing? Feeling tired ?"

Whitaker: "Yeah am I usually not this much but I hit the gym yesterday did upper body, arms and-"

Robby: "oh really ?" he reaches and starts feeling up his biceps

Abbot: "and? Rob get your hand out of there are you gonna grope everywhere he names?"

Robby: "what? no!"

Whitaker blushing : " uhh and chest"

Abbot: "Oh, good thing I was here I'm not sure what youd done if he said he did squats and legs" while looking at Robby

Whitaker: "It's okay doctor abbot"

Abbot: "Nono he should ask first don't you agree?"

Whitaker: "Well yeah"

Abbot: "Like this, can I feel the progress?"

Whitaker: "Yes" and procedes to put jacks hand over his pec

Abbot:"OH I meant your arm but wow look at that" while squeezing it

Robby: "that doesn't look appropriate-"

Abbot cups both of them

Robby:"DON'T GRAB HIM LIKE THAT and you say I'm problem, maybe let's just keep our hands to ourselves before someone calls HR on the three of us."