Prescribe me some fics of hurt Dennis Whitaker and Robby losing his mind over his favorite resident (cough, love of his life, cough). Give me pain. Give me self-loathing Robby. Give me whump like never before.
I need Cassie and Robby arguing over whose age gap relationship is more problematic and Cassie says something like "you're his actual boss and in charge of his education" and bitchy Robby can't help himself and says "yeah well at least his brain is fully developed".
Platonic here, inappropriate there, no but actually the funniest thing about the Whitaker-Amy situation is that these two pictures are just ten months apart. Amy lost the "love of her life," had a baby, and is at risk of having to sell her home, but ten months of hanging with Whitaker was enough to transform her from a devout, staid woman in the most unflattering 1970s maternity blouse into a fashionable smiling young person with a proper haircut. She even dyed her hair! She lost the cross necklace!
That's the power of vintage funk! The avocado diet glow-up!
Listen, I don't know if this is Whitaker stealthily queer-eyeing his new friend, or if his dick is truly magical, but either way this woman is living her best life.
Pope Cody who is on top during sex but he’s a fucking sub. So you have one of his belts noosed around his neck, and you tug on it to constrict his airway every time he slows down because he thinks he’s too close to blowing his load too early. Keeping your sweet Andy on that leather leash so that he can control the pace, but in reality, you’re still in control. He needs you to be in control. He will slow down on purpose just so you’ll yank at the belt like reigns on a racehorse to punish him for slowing the roll of his hips. His throat muscles are so big though that they’re bulging against the worn leather, pushing back firmly against the constriction. He can breathe just fine, but the threat is what really gets him off.
I’m beginning to think I might have a problem. Seriously, four prompts in twenty-four hours seems excessive😂😂
Minors dni, pure smut below, featuring sub Robby bc I’m lowkey obsessed with him.
They limit their play to the bedroom.
It’s in the verbal contract that both Robby and Dennis agreed on. Boundaries were important. Never meant to be crossed.
Except Dennis found out within the first couple of months of their relationship that he quite enjoys public sex.
It is mostly on accident —if you can count sneaking off to make out in the supply closet accidental— that they discover this.
Robby has him pinned to the wall, shelves digging into his back as his tongue slides into Dennis’s awaiting mouth and he’s palming him through his scrub bottoms.
Why? You may ask. Well, it’s probably because Dennis riled Robby up before their shift, sucking his cock while working Robby’s ass open on his lubed fingers just enough for him to cum all over Dennis’s face and put a bejeweled pink plug in while his cock continued to twitch with aftershocks as punishment because ‘Robby! I just washed my hair and now it’s a mess again!’
They’d showered together, because it was quicker that way, Robby shampooed and conditioned his baby’s pretty blond curls, blunt nails scraping along his scalp, and Dennis scrubbing Robby’s perfect body gently with his woodsy smelling soap and a rag.
See, The problem is this- when Robby had tried to remove the plug in the shower, Dennis swatted his hand away, pushed the plug nice and snug back into the older man’s hole, and informed him that it would be staying in for the rest of the day.
And it did stay there. He was reminded very quickly when he sat in his favorite spot at the nurses station, plopping down harder than he meant and nearly moaning in ecstasy when it hit his prostate. He elected to stand after that.
Then there were the random discrete touches. Small pats on Robby’s ass with the occasional squeeze from Dennis as he passed him by. A few times, Dennis’s swift hands went to where the plug was nestled inside of Robby and tapped it harshly with his fingers through his pants making his entire body jerk while Dennis merely smirked devilishly in response.
Robby was a saint for putting up with it for as long as he did.
Now, his dick is unimaginably hard, rutting against Dennis like a horny teenager and he’s worried he might cum in his slacks if he keeps it up.
“You’re such a slut,” Dennis whispers through kisses, “couldn’t even wait until we were off the clock because you need to get your dick wet.”
Robby huffs at the audacity. “Maybe if you hadn’t teased me all day, then we- oh, fuck! Jesus Christ!”
He’s cut off when Dennis sneaks his hand around to grind his palm into the sex toy currently rubbing Robby’s insides just right and making him twitch involuntarily.
“Back talk will get you nowhere.”
“Den, we’re at work!” He moans, tucking his face into the crook of his neck, hips still swiveling. The pressure on his clothed cock and g-spot shoots currents up his spine.
“You’re the one who dragged me in here!” Dennis reminds him.
“And you’re the one who started it!” He says petulantly. “All the touching, and the butt plug, and… why are you getting your phone out?”
Dennis remains quiet as the screen lights up and he taps at it. Robby is deeply curious. That is, until a sudden vibration makes his toes curl and a mewl slip from his mouth.
A vibrating plug?! “Dennis!”
He whimpers —actually whimpers!— while his hands reach down, going under Dennis’s scrubs and coming in contact with his slick pussy.
The boy bucks into his hand when two fingers push into him, a soft groan leaves Robby at the feeling of wet warmth coating his hand and clenching around his fingers so nicely. He pumps them in and out, curling into Dennis’s sweet spot again and again while he plays with the strength of the vibrator, setting it at an unprecedented pattern.
Dennis’s unoccupied hand goes to Robby’s, stopping him entirely and taking his hand away. Robby pouts at the loss.
“Oh, calm down, slut!” He rolls his eyes, “I just want you to fuck me.”
He can absolutely get behind that. And he does, quite literally.
Robby turns his body so quickly that Dennis nearly trips, next thing he knows, his face is being smushed into a shelf, his pants are being dragged down, and the head of Robby’s cock is running through his folds, gathering the wetness to use as lube before pushing his way inside.
Twin moans sound when Robby enters him completely. Dennis loves the feeling of his tip meeting his cervix for the first time during sex. He loves it even more when Robby pulls out and then slams back in.
A fist goes to Dennis’s hair, the other going to his t-dick, jerking him off in tandem with Robby’s thrusts. It’s clear to him then that his attending isn’t going to last at all.
The vibrations have Robby panting in Dennis’s ear, groaning out words that are more like broken syllables with each punch of his cock while Dennis grips onto him.
He attacks Dennis’s exposed neck with his lips, licking, kissing, sucking hickeys into the pretty pale skin as Dennis brings his hands reach down over his own mouth to quiet himself.
Robby’s going to cum. He knows it. He can feel it in every inch of his body and there’s no stopping it. Especially when his movements become so sloppy that he can see the arousal creating strings from Dennis’s sticky cunt to his pubes, drenching him.
“Jesus, Denny! Baby! Oh fuck! Oh god!—“ five more pumps and he’s painting Dennis’s insides white, grinding his cum into the younger man’s fluttering pussy.
Dennis cums a second after, starry-eyed and satisfied as Robby continues to whimper because the plug is still on and it’s becoming borderline painful.
“Turn it off!” He whines. Dennis snickers meanly, but complies. Robby almost collapses when it stops.
They stay like that for a moment; Robby’s cock going soft within his boyfriend’s hole and nuzzling his face lovingly against his neck, taking in the scent of Dennis’s soap mixed with the smell of sweat and sex. He wishes he could bottle it up.
When Robby slips out, so does the creamy substance that begins to trail down Dennis’s thighs before Robby uses his fingers to stuff it back into his cunt, curling his fingers meanly as retribution and making Dennis’s hips cant forward then back as he rocks onto them.
Robby brings them out, wipes his fingers on the skin of Dennis’s ass crudely, and helps him pull his pants back up.
He tucks his flaccid cock into his cargos, and turns Dennis’s shaking body to face him. He kisses Robby hard enough to convey his love for the man.
“I love you,” Robby mutters against his lips.
Dennis smiles, pulling back and letting blue eyes meet brown. “I love you too, but the plug is staying in for the rest of shift. Depending on your behavior, I might let you take it out tonight and replace it with my cock. How does that sound?”
Robby’s nodding enthusiastically. He could wait, he could be good for Dennis. Especially if the reward was Dennis’s strap fucking into him mercifully.
Dennis’s fingers rake through his tangled blonde curls, fixing them to the best of his ability —which is to say, not great at all— and pecks Robby’s cheek again.
“Time to go save lives.” Dennis says with a wink, “see you out there, Cap!”
As he leaves the room, and robby is trying to straighten his clothes and fix his hair enough to not resemble a hedgehog, he doubles over with a gasp.
And Dennis, the little shit that he is, is smiling cheekily as he walks down the hall, phone in hand, app still open, giving one last press of the button that controls the vibrator in his boyfriend’s hole. He laughs at the swears he hears coming from behind the closed door.
if you ever doubt that your ao3 comments matter or mean something: i have been struggling with my writing for 6 months straight, crying myself to sleep afraid that i will never be able to write again, that the thing i love most in the world has left me, that my writing is just gone
this morning i got this comment:
and after i stopped blubbering over it, i picked up my writing notebook, and re-read all my fic research, and opened up my document again for the first time in weeks without being afraid of it
you have no idea how much writers treasure every single comment we get. you have no idea how big an impact you can have. sometimes, just sometimes, your one "insignificant" comment changes everything
Minors dni- smut below. You horny dogs are fueling my mood to write.
Robby’s at work when he receives the notification.
He has a strict policy about phone usage while on shift, and rarely brings the device out unless there is a lull between emergencies, but today is different.
It’s slow. Dare he say, quiet. Either way, the lull has gone on long enough that he’s getting antsy. He’s almost wishing for an emergency when his phone buzzes in his pocket. And he knows exactly who it is by the pattern of the buzzing that his lover set himself.
Lover. He becomes giddy at the very thought.
He pulls it out, opens the case up (Dennis calls it an ‘old man’ case, but he pays no mind to that) and when the screen lights up the notification preview is an image, blurred because of his shitty eyesight.
Robby mumbles something under his breath while putting his glasses on. He squints at the screen as he clicks on the message, then nearly drops his phone when a picture of Dennis Whitaker’s nude body shows up on it.
The fumble doesn’t go unnoticed, he’s sure the flush crawling up his neck hasn’t gone unnoticed either. Dana raises a brow at him as he quickly clicks his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.
“Everything good, Cap?” Dana asks.
“Yup. Yeah. All good!” He says it way too fast, like someone who’s hiding something. (Which he is.)
He can feel his dick hardening in his pants, but can’t adjust himself unless he wants more questions.
The charge nurse looks over her glasses, obviously she doesn’t believe him, but she’s gracious enough to let it go. Absolutely fine by him.
“I’ve gotta go piss!” He all but exclaims as he books it to the bathroom.
“Thanks for sharing!” She yells out sarcastically after him.
In the safety of a stall, in a (thankfully) empty bathroom, he locks himself in and pulls out his phone again to gaze greedily at the photo.
Dennis, on all fours, has his ass poking out towards the camera with a heart shaped plug in his butt and fingers spreading his pussy open so Robby can see his hole and pretty t-dick.
He swallows so hard that it’s painful. Almost as painful as the way his hardening cock is now pushing against the zipper of his slacks.
He’s been looking at the picture so long that he doesn’t even notice the text below it.
Missing you!🫶🏻
He struggles to find a response. Shaky fingers begin typing only to stop and backspace. Robby’s phone buzzes again, this time with a video.
The preview involves a dildo being lined up to Dennis’s cunt. His pretty blue eyes are half-lidded and his rosy lips are parted. He’s topless, exposing the pink surgical scars on his chest and allowing Robby an eyeful of the blonde happy trail that leads down from his navel and cups his sex.
He makes the mistake of playing it without considering the volume, and jumps out of his skin when Dennis’s voice echoes. He hits pause and riffles around in his pocket for his earphones. He presses play again when they’re in his ears and connected.
Moans fill his ears, soft and drawn out as the tip of the dildo caresses the tip of the younger man’s cock before it dips lower into his pretty little hole. Dennis’s breath hitches when it slides in with such little resistance and stuffs him full.
Robby’s eyes are wide, unblinking. He wouldn’t dare miss this.
The pace is slow, steady; in and out, in and out. Wetness dripping all over… is that his bed? No wait. Even better! It’s his pillow! God, He can’t wait to bury his face in that later.
“Robby!” Dennis squeals out his name on one particularly deep thrust. His knees feel weak; he has to hold onto the stall door to keep himself grounded.
The video cuts off just after, and disappointment filters through his head. He’s about to ask for more, fingers flying over the keyboard, when a call comes in. He answers on the second ring.
“You’re evil.” He says into the microphone sounding a lot calmer than his heartbeat suggests. There’s light laughter and a quiet ‘oh fuck!’ that goes straight to his twitching cock which is standing fully erect now thanks to Dennis’s little home movie.
“Do you not like it?” He asks coyly, knowing damn well the effect it’s having on the older man without even needing to lay eyes on him. “I mean, I guess we can just hang up now so you can get back to work then.”
“I’m turning your ass red when I get home.” He swears. “Do not hang up.”
Dennis hums on the other line, “have you touched yourself yet?”
He shakes his head before remembering that Dennis cannot see him. “No.”
“What a shame.” He says playfully, “I’ve been having the time of my life over here.”
“Den,” he warns, “you know we can’t do this right now, right?” There’s a twinge of panic flaring in his chest that accentuates his arousal. He’s aching in the worst way.
“Well, you better make it quick then.”
And lord does he.
He unzips his fly and pulls his cock out, the head is wet with pre-cum and is sliding down his shaft, almost dripping onto the floor. He catches it in his hand before bringing it to his mouth, laving his tongue over the drops and letting the taste settle before he spits a wad of saliva into his hand and brings it back down to wrap around his dick.
The first touch sends a zing through his body, like he’s been electrocuted. “Talk to me, baby.”
Now. One thing to know about Dennis? He has never had trouble voicing his perverse thoughts in bed.
The very first time they slept together, he instructed Robby like a drill Sargent, dirty words commanding him in a way that no one else had done. He was so used to being in charge that Dennis’s demands made him dizzy with excitement. (And made him cum in record time, much to his embarrassment.)
“Do you hear how wet I am?” He can. He’s pretty sure Dennis has the phone right next to his cunt. “All for you, baby.”
“Stroke yourself for me. Slowly.” Robby listens intently, hand moving in small increments, forcing himself to keep pace with the sound of Dennis pushing the dildo in and out of himself. “Circle the tip, want you to press against that sweet spot on the underside of it.”
He moans, gruff and needy, when the pad of his thumb slides over the slit and to the frenulum.
“Such pretty sounds!” Robby can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he praises him. “It would sound better if you were here and those were my hands wrapped around your cock, wouldn’t it?”
His strokes become a little firmer. “Or— oh! How about my lips? You want me to suck your cock? Let you fuck my face?”
Robby is full on salivating now. “Yes. Uh-huh. Please?”
“I know how you like me on my knees for you—“ he does “the way I swallow around your cock and take every drop of cum you give me.”
The sounds on the other end are getting progressively louder and faster and he matches it with such great pleasure. “You like it almost as much as when I ride you.”
“I love having you under me. The faces you make, the way your brows pinch together and that pretty blush rises to your cheeks.” The picture Dennis paints is so crisp that it’s nearly a mirror’s reflection in Robby’s head. “I love how pliant you are, letting me use you as my own personal sex toy. Fuck, maybe we should get one of those casting kits? We could make a silicone mold of your dick so I can have you in me at all times when you aren’t here. Won’t be as good, but it’ll do the trick, don’t you think?”
“Oh god!” He croaks, knowing he’s going to order that shit on Amazon the second he gets off shift.
“Aww baby, you sound a little wrecked over there,” Dennis coos. “Is it not enough? Of course it isn’t. Only daddy’s cunt can help you when you get like this, right?”
He’s nodding along, little whimpers coming from his lips. It’s not enough. His own hands are fine, but it’s nothing compared to the warm, wet heat of Dennis’s pussy wrapped around him.
“You with me?”
“I’m here,” he responds. “Den, I can’t. I need more!”
“More?” He teases, “oh my poor baby! Can’t cum without me? How sweet.”
“Den-“ he becomes frantic, jerking himself faster and faster, feeling that tingling in his spine, the telltale sign of his approaching orgasm.
“Stop.”
He immediately lets go, mind fuzzy and deeply confused. “Wha’—?”
He can still hear movement on Dennis’s end, he’s still fucking himself, and judging by the whines, he’s about to cum and he’s forcing Robby to listen instead of allowing him to cum too.
“Den, baby,” he babbles feeling as though he might start crying from the pulse in his dick, the strain is downright painful now. “Want to see you cum. Please! Can we FaceTime?”
His phone lights up with Dennis’s contact and he swipes to answer. The sight that greets him is one that makes him believe in god again.
Dennis now has a vibrator pressed against his dick, the constant stimuli making the younger man arch as his other hand continues to move the dildo.
“Feels so good! M’ so full. Fuck, Robby!” He whines. Robby thinks he might be having a heart attack.
“Can I touch myself again?” He asks brokenly.
“Nope.” Dennis denies. A tear cascades from the corner of Robby’s eye as he pouts. He doesn’t argue despite how much his dick protests.
Dennis turns the vibrations higher and squeals in delight much to Robby’s dismay. He longs to be there. He wants to replace that stupid fucking dildo with his own cock —it’s much better than that silicone toy in his opinion. He wants to feel Dennis soaking him, wants to watch him throw his head back and moan as he creams around his dick.
His mouth hangs open and a strangled noise comes from the depths of Robby’s soul when liquid shoots from Dennis’s pussy and goes straight onto the camera.
Robby cums completely untouched, semen hitting the wall and dropping the final spurts onto his pant leg while he stuffs his fist into his mouth to keep his cries at bay.
Robby’s chest is heaving in the aftermath while Dennis is giggling profusely in post orgasm glow, aftershocks leaving him trembling.
He looks to his phone where Dennis is wiping his camera off with the corner of his blanket, muttering about a mess that he made.
Robby looks down at the white stain on his pants and blushes in mortification knowing that he still has three hours of his shift left. He also has to leave the bathroom eventually and he sincerely hopes that he can slink off to his locker unnoticed where he has an extra pair of pants he keeps there for emergencies. Maybe he can hold his jacket in front of him to cover the evidence of his activities?
“You’re the devil.” Robby glares as he tucks himself away and wipes the cum from the wall and his pants. “A demon from hell.”
“Probably.” Dennis smiles sweetly, showing off that cute little gap in his teeth. “Well, I’ve gotta go disinfect my phone now. Have a good rest of your day!”
“Wait—!” The call drops before he can get out another word. He looks down at his phone in pure disbelief.
The disbelief turns into horror the second he hears someone yelling his name from outside the bathroom door.
Dennis starts going gray early, which he was expecting, so it’s not a surprise to him
His father went gray in his late twenties, and his brothers started going gray in their late twenties and early thirties. All the men in his family go gray, genetics and whatnot
While he’s not surprised, Jack and Robby definitely are
The two have been married for such a long time and have gotten to witness each other going gray, getting wrinkles, and starting to make old man sounds when they get out of bed. They view it as such an intimate and loving act that they’ve been together so long that they’ve seen the process of the grays growing in and time passing by
Growing old together is such a blessing
Since they’re significantly older than Dennis, they sort of expected to never be able to live long enough to see Dennis get gray hair like them
It was disappointing to think about it, yes, but they were just thankful to be able to love him no matter what. They didn't need to see him grow old; they just needed to be there and love him with everything that they had
When he starts going gray, the two almost weep from sheer joy
Not only does he look exceptionally sexy, but now they’re matching. The two mention it any time they're given the chance, running their fingers through Dennis's hair and pressing kisses to his temple just to show their appreciation
Dennis being tied up! Dennis being tied up! Dennis being tied up! I shout from the rooftops.
Smut below, minors dni. Choking, restraining, degradation, praise, ftm Dennis Whitaker (remember folks, practice safe sex)
Robby has his boy on his knees, face smushed into the comforter, back arched, and hands tied in delicate silk rope (not too tight. He can still get out if need be, but he hopes it leaves marks) and crying out as Robby eats his pussy from the back.
The older man has been teasing him all day, making him wear a vibrator in his pussy as he does chores, and randomly using the controls on his phone —it took him a while to figure out how to do that, luckily there was an instruction manual— to make Dennis squirm. (And on a few occasions, the younger man actually had to stop what he was doing and hold onto the nearest surface to keep himself upright with every wave of pleasure which had Robby smirking.)
And now, now, Dennis is receiving probably the best cunnilingus he’s ever had.
Robby is holding Dennis’s hips flush to his face, doing everything from sucking his dick to licking a wide stripe all the way to his asshole. He yelps the first time a wet tongue circles the ring of muscle, but gets used to it the second Robby moans his name. He does so again when he’s tongue-deep in Dennis’s pussy.
“Den,” it’s muffled but vibrates against his folds and he’s aware how his arousal is practically leaking from his cunt now. “So good f’ me. My man. My baby.”
He keeps those words on repeat the entire time. Dennis wonders how he’s keeping up with this; the position can’t possibly be comfortable for him. Not that Dennis has the heart to tell him to stop, of course.
And when Robby does stop, Dennis whimpers at the loss.
Robby is much faster than Dennis expects, moving quickly to kneel, and the sudden contact of his cockhead meeting Dennis’s hole has him pushing backwards. Robby himself doesn’t even have the chance to thrust into Dennis. He’s doing all the work without him needing to ask. In fact, Robby is the one who has to stop him from fucking his dick so he doesn’t cum after two pumps and a singular clench of Dennis’s pussy.
“Stay fucking still for me.”
And poor Dennis, lost in headspace, doesn’t hear anything other than ‘fucking’ and ‘me’ and runs with it. He pulls himself off and pushes backwards with such intensity that Robby throws his head back, letting out a very undignified noise that makes warmth bloom in Dennis’s chest.
He’s so lost that his only thoughts revolve around how pretty Robby sounds and how good he must be doing for him to elicit them.
Until a wide palm ends up on his ass cheek, a resounding thwack! reverberating through the room, and blood rushing to the spot from the hit. Dennis stills like he’d been instructed to do in the first place, letting out a cry of surprise.
“Either listen to me or the vibrator goes back in you on the lowest setting for the rest of the day.” Dennis gulps loudly at the threat and rubs his nose into the blankets as he shakes his head.
“Are you going to be my good boy now?” He rasps, “my special boy? Not a brat?”
“M’ not a brat, I’ll be good! Promise!”
“Yeah, you fucking better.”
With that, he pushes forward slowly, teasing him inch by inch while his fingers start stroking Dennis’s cock and he’s trying so hard not to wiggle to make Robby hurry. He’s a good boy, after all. Robby’s good boy.
The second he’s fully inside, cock pushing at the deepest parts of Dennis’s cunt, Robby begins his onslaught of abuse.
With one hand on Dennis’s dick, the other goes straight to the scruff of his neck as he bends completely over the young doctor, grunting as he drags his cock in and out of Dennis’s wet cunt. He’s whispering filth in his ear, nipping at the lobe occasionally, and switching between praise and degradation, just as Dennis likes.
He’s still not going fast, but he’s so deep that Dennis is sure that if he could press a hand to his lower abdomen, he’d feel the head of Robby’s cock rearranging his insides.
He imagines the sight. Dennis’s stomach bulging with every one of Robby’s movements, taking him soooo deep that his pussy and eyes are leaking simultaneously while he gets pinned and fucked into the mattress.
The thought has him pulsing. Dennis is sure his dick is standing stiffly at attention, he can’t move a muscle with how Robby has him, otherwise he’d grind into the bunched up comforter like the horny bitch he is.
He cums so quickly, fluttering as Robby continues. “Aww, come on, Baby.” He mocks, “can’t hold out? You were the one begging me to fuck you, and you can’t even last. Cumming like a virgin. Daddy’s cock that good?”
Dennis sniffles pathetically as his body warms up again at both the words and the way Robby is now chasing his own orgasm.
“But you aren’t a virgin, are you?” He tuts, snickering while dragging his cock out slowly before punching back in so hard that Dennis’s body falls flat. It doesn’t stop him though. “Slutty little hole, so wet, all for me. All for your Daddy. Right, sweetheart?”
Dennis thinks he’s saying yes, but it comes out more garbled than anything. “Yeah. You take my dick too well to be a virgin. Even if you were, I bet you’d still want to be in this exact position. Tied, sobbing, dripping cum. You’d probably beg for it, wouldn’t you? Like the little whore you are?”
He speeds up, and Dennis knows he’s crying. Tears are wetting the bed almost as much as his pussy, and he imagines he looks just as bad as his voice sounds.
That’s when the hand on the back of his neck slides to his throat, pressing on his pulse points and forcing him to be quiet. (It’s okay. His cunt is making enough noise for the both of them.)
His lungs seem to stop working as hot pleasure migrates from his womb, radiating to every inch of his body. His vision goes white and then black.
When he comes to, there’s a low moan, Robby’s teeth sinking into his shoulder, and cum flooding his pussy.
Dennis whines pitifully as the rope is undone. Robby is pressing his lips wherever he can reach, his back, his neck, he turns Dennis’s face to lay a drawn out peck to his lips, disregarding the snot that has dripped from his nose while murmuring sweet nothings in between.
“You were so good for me, Den. So good.”
“I was… good?” He slurs.
“The most precious boy, my precious boy. Love of my life.” Dennis’s lower lip wobbles as he sobs.
Robby gingerly turns him to his side, apologizing as he winces and wrapping his arms around him to hold Dennis close.
He has never felt so loved, so warm and fuzzy. Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
Good news is, I officially have more time to work on my fanfics. Bad news is, my company let me (and half of my department) go because of budget cuts. Happy Fourth of July folks💀💀💀
Sincerely,
Someone who’s about three seconds from crying but physically can’t because of bipolar meds.
“Authors should not be ALLOWED to write about–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
“This book should be taken off of shelves for featuring–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
“Schools shouldn’t teach this book in class because–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative
“Nobody actually likes or wants to read classics because they’re–” you are an anti-intellectual and an idiot
“I only read YA fantasy books because every classic novel or work of literary fiction is problematic and features–” you are an anti-intellectual and you are robbing yourself of the full richness of the human experience.
"you are functionally a conservative" is such a good and clarifying insult
Literally right after I saw this post, I saw another post in a discord chat for BOOK EDITORS in which an outspokenly liberal editor talked about how Nabokov should have never been published because he wrote about p*dophiles and described women's bodies in ways that made her uncomfortable. She described his writing as "objectively terrible" and said she wanted to burn his books. And other editors were bringing up classics they didn't like and talking about how they wanted to throw them in the trash. This wasn't like a light "unpopular opinion!" conversation. This was actual book editors talking about how books should be destroyed and censored.
There is something so scary and toxic in global culture right now. The revival of fascism is influencing everyone's mindset and approach to art, regardless of where they fall on the political spectrum.
I see far more books being censored today than when I was a kid. Librarians handed me The Catcher in the Rye, The Sexual Politics of Meat, and Animal Farm when I was literally 8-11. My mom would never have taken a book away from me. I read everything from the Tao Te Ching to the Qur'an to atheist texts under my desk at school. Teachers thought nothing of it or encouraged it. Books seemed universally acknowledged as sacrosanct to me.
Now I can't find any adults who don't hesitate or want to make exceptions when it comes to censorship. Even the most liberal social activist librarians I know go, "well except for book X..."
Functionally conservative. It's so important to have the language to express that.
Actually, I did reports on book banning three separate times with three separate teachers, with three separate sets of parameters so I was able to write about the same topic in different ways, but this is specifically about the report I did in university. The actual specs for the report included that we were supposed to complete some kind of study or poll (this was not a science class). I put the questions out on a couple of forums I belonged to at the time and asked a few IRL friends as well. A lot of the questions were standard for this sort of thing, I think - were you ever assigned to read a banned book, did you ever read banned books on your own, did you read/were you assigned them BECAUSE they were banned or did you find out about them being banned later, what's your opinion on banning books, etc.
But there was one question I asked that ended up reshaping the entire thrust of my presentation: "Are there any books that you think SHOULD be banned, and if so, why?"
Here's the thing. Most of the forums I was posting on were fan spaces for a book series that, at the time, was one of the most banned/challenged books out there. It's a fandom that I have since entirely distanced myself from, that I one hundred percent do not recommend to anyone, that I will actively attempt to dissuade people from reading or talking about, and that I would like to not be popular anymore. I'm sure most of you reading this can guess which one I'm talking about (I won't name it or go into specifics because I don't want to trip any filters unnecessarily). But it was KNOWN that these books were banned in a lot of places. A lot of people wore the "I read banned books" badge with pride. I fully expected that the answer to that question would be a resounding "no" from the forums, and that I'd maybe get a few affirmative answers from one of the other spaces.
I was shocked. Not only did a lot of people come back with either "not exactly but I think we should keep [author] or [book] out of the hands of children" or "yes, [book]/anything by [author] should be banned because XYZPDQ", but not a single person who responded gave me the same answer. The only one I remember - keep in mind it's been almost twenty years - was that one person specifically said The Bone Collector, and for the "why do you think it should be banned" question, they only said, "No. I'm not explaining it. It's too horrible to even think about. Just believe me when I say nobody should ever be allowed to read this book."
I highlighted that last comment in my presentation, along with several other of my "favorite" official reasons for banning books - the Alabama school board that banned The Diary of Anne Frank in 1984 because it was "a real downer", the district that removed A Raisin in the Sun because it was "pornographic", the library that took Charlie and the Chocolate Factory out of circulation because it "might be hurtful to children without parents", and things of that nature - and pointed out that all of these were the same thing. This was somebody saying "I don't like this, therefore nobody should read it, and I shouldn't have to explain why." I also pointed out that if you can't give a good reason, the whole thing falls apart, and then I quoted "Smut" by Tom Lehrer:
All books can be indecent books,
Though recent books are bolder,
For filth, I'm glad to say,
Is in the mind of the beholder.
When correctly viewed,
Everything is lewd.
I can tell you things about Peter Pan
And the Wizard of Oz - THERE'S a dirty old man...
Go back to that paragraph I mentioned earlier, about those books that I no longer recommend to anyone. Notice how I phrased that. I don't recommend them. I will tell you all the reasons why I don't think you should buy them. I will tell you all the problems with the author, with the franchise, with the writing. I wish they were out of print, I wish they were deeply unpopular, I wish nobody would ever read them again.
But I still won't advocate for banning them.
It's so easy to twist a justification. Look at what I quoted up there! A Raisin in the Sun was banned for being "pornographic". One of the websites I used as a source responded to that accusation with "Did they read the same play I did?" At the time, I thought the comment was funny. Now, twenty years later, I realize: It was a buzzword. It was a convenient label. At the time of the challenge, just saying "it's pornographic" was enough. Obviously you're not some kind of sicko who wants to hear about all the pornographic details, are you? Freak! That's pornography! And they're teaching it in schools! We should get rid of it!
A Raisin in the Sun, for anyone who didn't study it at any point or read it (or watch the movie, which was very good), is a play/movie about a black family in Chicago in the 1960s. The family matriarch has been in domestic service for years, but she's just received a very large insurance payment from her husband's death and is retiring. Wanting to give her family, especially her young grandson, a better life, she goes out and buys a house...in an otherwise exclusively white neighborhood. The head of the homeowner's association (essentially) comes to visit them and offers to pay them a substantial amount of money to not move into the neighborhood, because segregation isn't officially a thing and they can't legally stop them from moving in, but they don't want them there. There's a lot more that goes on in the play, and I highly recommend you go and read it, but the point is that there is nothing sexual or titillating in the entire thing. The closest we get is a scene where the daughter (Beneatha, a college student) is gifted a traditional African dress from her boyfriend, who's Nigerian, and he shows her how to put it on over the clothes she's already wearing, and maybe the scene where the daughter-in-law (Ruth, a laundress) accidentally reveals that, having found out she's pregnant, she's planning to have an abortion rather than bring another child into the world/have another mouth to feed.
It's not pornographic. But someone didn't want it taught in schools, so they called it that to get it banned.
It's so easy to twist labels. If you, a liberal, agree that books with X trait are okay to ban, the people who don't want books to exist will find a way to say they have X trait, and then what are you going to do, admit that you like that sort of thing? Sicko! Freak! Pervert!
You don't have to like the book, or the author, or the topic. But if you're advocating for banning them entirely, you're functionally a conservative.
“coming from a place of respect” there is nothing respectful about a comment like this. this is exactly why I say witch hunt, speculations and accusations harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
I am not saying “you’re an asshole if you think a fic is ai”. I have come across fics that I believe were ai-generated. but instead of asking (accusing) the authors, I make my own decisions whether I’ll continue reading for the benefit of the doubt or quietly exit the fics and look for something else to read.
because with every accusation like this, there’s always a chance of a genuine, innocent writer getting wrongly accused.
last but not least, fanfic writers do NOT owe you anything. they write for themselves and their own enjoyment. their ao3 accounts are their houses and they were kind enough to let you in their houses. for free. (you get to read things for free.) you don’t go into other people’s houses and tell them “actually I think the way you decorate your room is sus. did you actually do it yourself or did you ask a robot to do it for you?”. THEY 👏🏻 DON’T 👏🏻 OWE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 ANYTHING. and I say this as someone who is not a fan of ai fics. if you don’t like what you’re seeing, quietly leave.
*the following is not about the fic in this specific post. in general, I still strongly believe people who let ai write for them should tag their works as ai accordingly. but if we want more people to be honest about it, we’ll have to stop shaming and harassing people who actually tag their ai-generated fics accordingly. harassment is never justified. not to mention, it will only make “ai writers” refrain from tagging their ai-generated works as such. and then there’s no way for anyone to know for absolute certainty if it’s ai. therefore the raise of witch hunt.
tw: stalking, obsession, no con/dubcon, manipulation
Robby was a bad bad man. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He had a good life a stable job a husband he loved more than anything, well almost anything. It definitely didn't help that said husband encouraged his fantasy's. Jack would stroke robby's cock gruffly spilling out what the two would do once they got their hands on the kid. Dennis whitaker the object of both their dreams, their obsession.
It started small, manageable even. A few stolen scrubs here a quick platonic grope there. But once they started the obsession grew. slowly at first. If you asked Jack secretly following Dennis home was just a safety precaution. Something he did to make sure the boy was safe. Of course Robby claimed the same about the cameras. Tiny things that they both broke in and placed across his room. It was just for safety. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of such a bright young pup? They certainly did so anyone could.
Dennis was so trusting too. He trusted robby when the man expressed concern about the boys late cervical screening. Even let the man do it himself. The highlight of Robby's year must have been watching the resident squirm in embarrassment. Legs spread wide and his pretty clit twitching. Jack had never seen Robby as riled up as when he came in for shift change, his husband practically jumped him. Tugging him into a storage room and bending Jack over before hellos were even exchanged.
Dennis was oblivious to it all. He didn't notice when the two took everything further. Sneaking into the boys room at late hours and just touching. touching anything and everything they could get their greedy twisted hands on. Their favourite place to touch was obviously Dennis's leaking cunt. Jack especially loved to suck the slick from the boys pussy. The only thing that beat it was watching his husband move the hand on his cock faster as he did so.
Of course all good things must come to an end eventually. On a particularly enthusiastic night Dennis's eyes flickered open with a confused whine. His body felt light, he felt great and strangely full. Like he had left his only dildo in overnight, but his toy was a lot smaller than this. It also wouldn't explain the movement or the "shit brother he's awake". Slick sounds filled the room not slowing at the now conscious Dennis. Barely awake he could only blink slowly at the two men soft "ah ah ah" being bullied out of him as Robby moved impossibly faster.
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