Goat, of the Sacrificial Variety.

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[sacrificedagoat]

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𝐈’𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐱. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈’𝐦 𝟐𝟎.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐨𝟑 (𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭). <𝟑

𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓!!

☆⋆⭒˚.⋆☆*:・ﾟ⋆⭒˚.⋆☆

[can-i-go-soon]

I knew I shouldn't have bothered trying to color this but too late now🫩

Anywayy I just finished @sacrificedagoat 's Choke Chain and Language of Dogweed and WOW I am in love

VERY DEAD DOVE WARNING but I do highly recommend it to anyone who is ok with horrifics:) mind the tags they used!! Plus the authors notes

PS imma draw more scenes from the fic so if anyone has any specific ones lmk<3

[sacrificedagoat]

LITERALLY HOLY DOUBLE TRIPLE FUCK THIS IS AMAZING I AM ABSOLUTELY GOBSMACKED THANK YOU??? THANK YOU ONE FREAKING MILLION???? THIS IS AMAZINGGG IM SO FLATTERED AND IMPRESSED WOWOWOOW IM SCREAMINGGGGGG OMG!!!!!

YIPPIEEEEEEEPEIEE YAY OMG ILL NEVER GET OVER THIS!!! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH (EMPHATICALLY SOBBING)

[fairycosmos]

there’s no specific reason i enjoy my favourite themes in media

[alexisneverokay]

robbys eases his puppy into full captivity so carefully that dennis falls into his new life as easily as falling asleep. it starts with the pair adventuring into puppyplay every so often, which both of them loved. dennis had been ecstatic when he'd been bought a collar and leash for play time, and robby had been delighted.

soon occasional scenes during sex turned into weekly scenes, then tri-weekly, and then it became their everyday life outside of work- so easy. as soon as they weren't on shift, dennis was collared tightly and allowed to drop so deep for his owner. he was a puppy at home, that was that. robby knows his plan is working by this stage, seeing how happily dennis had given over so much of his life to being his puppy and nothing more. seeing dennis's glazed eyes and the way he'd pant and bark and present himself for his owner made his heart clench in excitement. soon, soon, he'd have this all the time.

the next phase of easing his puppy into his new normal were the holidays. just little ones, three or four days in robby's woodland cabin at a time, but where dennis did not resurface from his puppyspace until it was time to return to pittsburgh. its the first time dennis has been a pup for over 24 hours at a time, and marks the start of where he begins to struggle to pull himself back out.

whenever they set off, robby would strip him naked and tuck him into his crate in the backseat, collar and leash on, a special puppy-dog nestled in blankets. he wasn't allowed any words, only puppy noises, and he wasn't to touch himself or go anywhere without owner's permission. the fuzzy feeling in dennis's head gets stronger and stronger in these holidays, until he isn't suppressing his human words to act like a puppy- he actually believes himself to be one. he can't remember any human words or where he came from or what he does. when he has to be coaxed into his normal headspace at the end of the holiday, he always cries his eyes out as robby coos. dennis doesn't feel safe as a person anymore, he feels wrong and vulnerable and like he's defying his rightful owner.

robby hushes his fears and kisses him, smiling contentedly when the little thing sobs into his neck at having to have his collar taken off. his puppy is so, so close to where he needs him to be. dennis starts drifting at work, fumbling and stuttering, and robby plants the seeds of doubt in his mind- is denny sure medicine is the right path? remember how good he is as a dumb little puppy-dog... dennis starts to crave staying at home where he's naked and canine and cherished.

soon after this, robby pounces. he takes denny on another holiday- the last holiday, because his puppy won't ever see an end to his fuzzy, brainless headspace again. dennis goes down so easily and looks so delighted as his words fade away and he's left as nothing more than a puppy that robby knows he's made the right choice.

he switches out dennis's old collar for something bigger, thicker, permenant. strong leather with a padded inside, good for puppies who aren't ever going to have a bare neck again. dennis preens and barks happily at his gift, enjoying the pressure and the look on owner's face. he must've been very good to deserve this- he probably has been, but owner's words don't make sense, it's all just deep and soothing sound. dennis only recognises his own name.

he sniffles a bit when owner puts his puppyparts in a cage of some sort, but the praising tones he gets for allowing himself to be locked away tell the puppy he's doing the right thing. dennis isn't sure where or when the command was instilled in him, but he knows his body belongs to owner.

they don't go back to pittsburgh after three or four days. they don't go back after a week or two either. they don't go back at all, not that the dumb puppy has any concept of time- or even a concept of where pittsburgh is or why he'd been there. dennis's whole world is owner and making sure he was good. his brain was always muted and fuzzy and comfortable, his collar and cage and leash his only clothing. he never regained any words, not even in his head. he could only bark and whine and growl, or yip when owner wanted to play with him.

his biggest problem were the punishments if he barked to loudly or nipped at owner by accident, which would see owner muzzle him until he proved he was a good dog again. denny knows he's not supposed to, but he quite likes the muzzle. he likes having owner control his voice as well as his body, and he'd be pretty happy to wear it more often, the tight leather forcing his mouth closed and the straps round his head making him dumber and fuzzier than usual. it was a good, good life.

robby's noticed his dog likes the muzzle, of course. he's not blind. he thinks about keeping his pup muzzled two days a week and decides it's a good plan moving forwards- a treat for them both, because nothing made robby harder than his puppy-dog all trussed up for him.

when robby sits in bed at night, his naked, caged, collared puppy snuggling into him and licking at him lovingly, he knows he's made the perfect life for them. goodness knows dennis wasn't made to be a doctor- no no, dennis is only a stupid doggy, meant to serve and pleasure and play. he's only got a small brain, after all. he'd always needed an owner to keep him in check.

they've been at the cabin a year now. his denny won't ever have another human thought, or speak another word- robby's never taking his puppy back, or the collar off his neck.

[tripleabatterybuni]

First thing in the morning on a workday and I'm thinking about exhibitionist Rabbot who fuck late at night in forested parks.

And then we've got still homeless Dennis who's just looking for a good hidden area in the park to sleep, when he stumbles across the older couple fucking. (Tw noncon)

Totally takes him by surprise, he can't help but stop and stare.

Getting a little worked up, but mostly just surprised.

He didn't know people actually did stuff like that.

Fuck in public.

He thought it was just a thing in porn.

And a twig snaps, and Rabbot turn to him like something out of a horror movie. All dark eyes, hungry with want.

And he stumbles back, ready to say he didn't see anything, he'll just be on his way, he doesn't want any trouble.

But they don't let him get that far, so quick to spring apart.

Talking to each other over him about their luck, having a sweet little thing like him fall right into their laps. How he must want to join in considering how long he was watching.

And he tries to fight them off, but there's two of them, and they're so much bigger than him, and all he's had to eat in the last day was a half crushed granola bar.

And they drag him down into the leaves and dirt, ripping his pants down as they go, and then with barely any prep they're on him. Kicking and screaming as one of them rips their way into his hole and the other holds him down.

He's nearly catatonic, fundamentally changed, by the time they're done with him. Just a husk as they scruff and heard him back to their place, leaking a bloody sticky mix of their cum the whole way.

Too tired and broken to question it when they shove him into their spare bedroom...

After all, at least it's a bed.

[yetharasfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88703146

Robby's been Jack's for twenty-some years now. His pet, his dog, his slave. For a little bit now, he's also been Dennis' Daddy.The three of them have a special dynamic where Dennis brats and Robby's his whipping boy who takes all the punishments. Robby takes care of Dennis and obeys his every whim, and they're both Jack's pets. Things have been going well, until Dennis fucks up at work and begs his Daddy not to tell their Master.

Dennis needs to learn that Daddy is a privilege, and Jack’s going to teach him one way or another.

[jackabbotsdog]

Pet store adoption- Part 1

(E, Hucklerabbot, hybrid puppy-omega Dennis)

"Are you looking for a hybrid with a developed speech capability?" 

The pet store attendant- Jim, says his puppy paw print adorned tag- asks them, pen poised above his notepad. 

"Yes, if possible." 

A box gets ticked. 

Jack has done his research. Ever since Robby has shown an interest in hybrid ownership he's been studiously looking up the different kinds of hybrids available, Hey Mike, you more of a cat, dog or bunny person would you say? and hybrid care How to care for your hybrid- 5 Myths about cages (hint- they're not a punishment). Unbeknown to this poor attendant, they are not here to just ooo and aah at the cute little ears and tails. 

No, Jack has this shit on lock. 

He knows they want a puppy-hybrid, not too young, but still energetic enough, none of this 'virgin' shit- Jack wants a rescue, something to sink his teeth into. Robby wants something sweet off the batt, something he can dote on and hand feed and love. Lets hope they find a compromise. He likes the idea too- bleeding heart that he is- of taking in something that needs a little extra love. A male hybrid too- an omega (Robby's preference). Jack had frowned at that. He doesn't really miss pussy, but there was a moment of insecurity with that when he realised Robby might. Still, Robby's been struggling a little lately, and if a wet little hybrid-omega pussy is going to cheer him up then fine. The only real strong preference Jack has that Robby is indifferent on is speech capability. Robby would be happy without it, but the thing is they can train that into him and have the best of both world. So he knows when Jack's at work he can't speak dogs don't speak Jack, they bark and he knows he can when Jack's home I'm not yapping to myself all night Michael. He doesn't want a stupid dog. 

Jack relays most of this to the attendant, who studiously nods and notes some things down. "Okay, boy you guys sure do know what you want huh? Makes a nice change." 

He leads them through to the back, where the big windows are casting rays of light down on the shared play area. It's a cute sight, Jack has to admit. He's never really been into the whole hybrid craze, but seeing the little bunnygirls curled up around the catboys and the puppy's play growling and tugging ropes between them. Yeah, cute. 

Robby looks fucking enamoured too, sucker. 

"Okay so we have a couple of options…" Jim takes them around to meet a few hybrids, who are nice and everything, but largely indifferent. Jack would have happily adopted any of them, but Robby- when he was a wee kid- once had a puppy jump into his arms and snuggle into his neck. He still laments to Jack that his bubbe didn't have the capacity to keep it and him, and Jack thinks that he's secretly wanting to recreate that here. God, he wants it for Robby too.

Robby outright veto's the one that growls at him, though Jack would have also taken a crack at that one. He's grown up with dogs, see, back in the mountains. He knows how to set down rules and guidance in a way he thinks Robby would be terrible at. And really, with some of these hybrids, their animal nature runs closer to the surface than one might think. 

They see him when Robby starts to flag. Well, Jack sees him first. The hybrid is laid out in a corner on some blankets, stretching his arms above his head and yawning so hard it ends in a little yip. He's in the sun like a cat, but that's definitely puppy ears on his head between those would be curls. Maybe with Jack's curl cream they would. Fuck, he even looks a little like Jack in med school. Definitely Robby's type then. The stretch pulls up his t-shirt, giving Jack a look at the taught stretch of his little stomach. Very cute. He nods his head and Robby follows his line of sight. 

Like fate, when he looks over the hybrid blinks open his sleepy eyes and perks up, floppy ears twitching and his head raising. He smiles over at Robby and his little tail starts to wag. Robby, predictably, melts. 

"Oh hey buddy." Robby grins, leaning down and crouches next to Dennis, whose whole body wiggles as he shakes his tail. 

"Oh, Dennis." The attendant says, tapping his clipboard. "Hmm-" 

"Hmm?" 

"Well, he does fit you're needs. He can speak, male omega, he's twenty seven." 

Dennis clearly gets fed up of waiting for Robby and buts his head straight into his chest, huffing as Robby brings a delighted hand to his ears to pet him.

"Okay… so?" Jack raises his eyebrow. 

"Dennis is…a slightly more complicated case. Bought for farm work as a pup, raised with the family in Nebraska, but presented late as an omega. The owner has put a pretty- a pretty exceptionally high price tag on him, shipped him over here I think in an attempt to fool some city slicker. Financial trouble I think. Hoping to get him sold as a breeding omega, but he's a little too old for the price tag on him, despite being a virgin." 

"Huh, and how much are we talking?" 

Robby is laughing now as Dennis wiggles and rolls about and shows Robby his belly, stretching out again as Robby says 'big stretch puppy wow.' 

Jim names the price Dennis' owner has set, and Jack winces. It's more than double what he'd expected, way too high for what Dennis is, but then who the fuck cares about that. They both have way too much money to know what to do with, and they're not breeders or traders, he just wants a pup that will make his partner think twice about stepping near the fucking edge of the roof again. 

"Are we sure he can speak?" 

"Ah, well most people prefer them not to. So we advise them to stay quiet during the meet and greet stage of adoption." 

"Sure." 

"It's sad really. He's such a good boy, we've never really had any trouble with him at all, but the price just-" 

"I think if my partner agrees then we'd be interested." Jack interrupts, as he watches the boy giggle as Robby scruffs him about a bit. "Is there any room for negotiation on price?" 

"I'm sorry- his owner was very clear on that. He's been rotated around five stores already. Due to be moved on next week." 

Jack winces. Poor little pup. 

"Michael?" Robby peers over his shoulder, hand stilling in Dennis' ears. Dennis stills too, looking up at him, over his crossed arms and raised brow and bites at his lip, ears going back a little. "What do you think?" 

"Jack." He breathes out. Yeah, he thought so. 

"Okay, we'll take him." 

Dennis' tail stars wagging so hard that Jack thinks he might take off. He yips excitedly and he can't help but smile down at the kid. 

"What a day hey Dennis!" Jim laughs too, reaching down to pet Dennis' ears. "You want a little more time or are you happy to start the paperwork?" 

"Why don't you go ahead Mike and get us started while I say hi to Dennis here?" Jack offers. He still hasn't heard the kid speak yet. Although he's not sure he could stop Robby wanting him even if Jim was wrong and he couldn't. 

When the two men move to the side and Robby starts giving out their information Jack tentatively reaches out his hand, palm towards Dennis. The kid considers him for a second or two, much longer than Robby, but then butts his head into Jack's hand and hums delightedly when Jack scritches at his ears. 

"There we go kiddo. So, Jim tells me you know how to speak?" Dennis looks at him cautiously. "It's okay, I know you were told it's better to stay quiet? But I'm looking for a hybrid who can." 

Slowly, Dennis leans back to peer up at him, but not so far as to dislodge Jack's hand. "Hi." 

"Hi." Jack laughs. "My names Jack, that over there is Robby, or Michael. Or sometimes I call him Mike." 

"Thats a lot of names, I'm just Dennis." He tilts his head to the side and his ears flop. 

"Yeah, I'm just Jack too kid." 

"Are you really going to adopt me?" 

"Well, that depends on you buddy." 

"Me?" 

"It's not just our choice." He runs his hand from the base to the tip of Dennis' ear. "Michael is super excited because he's been wanting to adopt a hybrid for a while, you'll have to excuse him, but that's why he has me right? I want to see if this is what you want to." 

"Yep!" Dennis bounces on his heels. "For sure." 

"Hold up there buddy." Jack laughs. "I know you've been waiting a while for this, but it would make me feel better, personally, if I told you what it would be like if you came home with us, and then you can make an informed decision. I…hybrid ownership has never been on my radar before, so it's all a little new for me. Can you do that for me?" 

Dennis tilts his head the other way, and his ears flop again. He considers, biting his lip. "Okay, yeah. I can do that." 

"Good boy. Okay, we both work at the hospital in the emergency department, I work nights and Robby works days, so they'll be someone at home most of the time. We live near a nice park-" Dennis' ears perk up. "-and I like to run if you think you can keep up with me. We go hiking sometimes in the woods, and have a nice little yard. But also… you grew up on a farm right? Farm work is a little different to being a house pet…" 

Dennis bites at his lip. His canines are a little longer than usual. "You can say it. I know that owners have sex with house pets, not like working hybrids. I presented a little late, and then my da- my owner. He uh, I think wanted to sell me to a breeder, so I haven't had sex or anything," he says, fast. "-and they didn't want me to do anything to like impact that sale? So I haven't touched myself a lot or anything but I know what house pets are expected to do, 'specially omegas… can I tell you something though?" 

Makes it a little easier. Dennis sure isn't stupid. "Sure bud." 

"Sometimes when the others are getting adopted, the older rescues who have already had sex, they uh- they play with them here? And sometimes I wish that was me. I've touched myself um- twice? Just on the outside, and it was so good but then they made me stop. And they always look like they're having a lot of fun." 

Dennis is bright red, squirming and looking down. 

"Yeah puppy? You gonna be our good boy and let us make you feel good too?" 

"Please? Do you um- I know Robby was interested but do you think I'm… attractive?" 

Jack laughs, scruffing his ears. "Very much pup. What about us? How do you feel about us?" 

Dennis flushes nearly twice as much. Beet red to match the blanket he was sprawled about on. 

"Well I guess that answers that well enough. You were practically crawling in Robby's lap earlier. None of the other hybrids were doing that. So, you wanna come home with us Den?" 

"Yes please Jack- very much!" 

[sacrificedagoat]

Twirls hair. Uncle Jack and his "niece" Dennis?

18+, tw fauxcest, trans dennis, noncon/dubcon

Maybe closeted med student Dennis. Maybe he'd tried coming out in the past, but his parents had threatened to revoke their payments for his loans, so he went back into the closet. He's living with his Uncle Jack in Pittsburgh while he goes to school, and they aren't related except by marriage, but Jack is always telling people how proud he is of his niece for going to med school, they always need more women in medicine, isn't she so smart? It just makes Dennis feel so sick :((

Dennis is genuinely terrified to come out to Jack, and terrified to experiment at all at school, cause if it gets back to his parents? He loses everything. But maybe he becomes friends with a girl a year older than him, Trinity, who's so openly and unabashedly gay that his jealousy and ache just festers. He asks, just, as quietly as possible, if she wouldn't mind calling him Dennis, using he/him for him, only at school, never over text, never ever in any way that someone else could see.

Something something Jack finds out. Maybe he overhears it when Trinity and Dennis are studying in the living room. He corners Dennis later, coos, Why didn't you tell me? I'm not any sort of phobe. What's your name, kid?

And he's respectful. Buys Dennis all sorts of boy clothes, helps him cut his hair, lie to his parents about the little changes, pays for his testosterone--at a price, of course.

Uncle Jack insists to do all the injections, and yes, Dennis has to take off his pants fully each time, and yes, he has to sit in Jack's lap while he does it. Jack hooks his chin over Dennis' shoulder, murmuring sweet little words while Dennis covers his eyes, petrified of needles. Finishes the injection quickly, and Dennis exhales a sigh of relief, but tenses when Jack sets the used needle aside, his hand instead sliding between Dennis' legs.

"Uncle Jack--" Dennis frowns, his knees knock together.

"You know the deal, kiddo," Jack's already hardening beneath Dennis' ass. "Gotta check your growth. You don't want me to play with your little cock?"

"Jack, just, not now--"

Jack presses a mean, harsh thumb into the injection site, reddened and irritated, and Dennis cries out, squirms, but not so hard he gets out from Uncle Jack's grip. "Stop, please, fuck, Uncle Jack--!"

"Language, sweet boy," Jack exhales right against Dennis' ear. "Let me see that pussy before I do something worse."

There are more brainworms,, but not 2day. Perhaps a fic once I finish some of my other wips <3

[sacrificedagoat]

Hi I just finished Choke Chain and Language Of Dogweed and it’s amazing I love it. I don’t know if you’re planning on writing/expanding on it but I like it a lot I have a lot of thoughts and questions. Feel free to ignore this if you want I’m just yapping my brain out. First of all I LOVE. Love Regular puppy Dennis he’s a little fucked up mentally but still he is so cute and silly, with regular I mean the Dennis from the chapter 4 ending where he’s like “damn what you did was fucked up but I’m lowkey into it if you let me have an actual life and shit”. Also love the chapter 5 ending and Language Of Dogweed as fucked up and sad as it is it’s an amazing read.

In both works I’m pretty sure you alluded to Robby maybe having been put in the basement just like Dennis years ago, I think it kind of was confirmed in Language Of Dogweed but I’m not 100% sure. I love LOVE that idea so much if you ever want to expand on that please please do! Ooo there’s so many like possibilities I love writing and stories and stuff like what if Regular Dennis asked Jack and Robby about it and they tell him about it and everything that’s gotten them here that would be great maybe chapter 5 Dennis would be curious as well after hearing the argument they had in Language Of Dogweed but I’m not sure if he has enough thoughts to connect those dots.

Oh yeah! We have Dad and Daddy in Language Of Dogweed but I don’t think Regular Dennis calls either of them those things in chapter 4, do you think he would call them that organically at some point? And what about Mutt, will Regular Dennis meet him or would Jack not feel comfortable enough yet for a while? Rabbot definitely have a very interesting dynamic going on I’m very curious about them if you would want to expand on their relationship more then please do we would eat it up!! It is late for me now I’m going to bed. Oh also also do you how do you think either Dennis’ would react to Rabbot getting him a crate? Your fic really has my brain going this is awesome!!!

Hi oh my goodness!!! /POS!!!!!!!!!!

I am planning on some expansions, but I got a little Stuck in the two in-progress fics (an LOD add-on, and Rabbot prequel) so I'm working on some other wips. But yes!! There shall be more to OCHL one day!!

Ch4 Ending Dennis is very interesting. It's sort of up to interpretation how willingly he went back, like, if it was a result of the abuse or him genuinely wanting to be back with them, but regardless he was quite reasonable with his wants! I'll be your puppy...! If I can still get that paycheck LOL.

With the Ch4 ending and connecting the Robby-as-Mutt dots, while it's not as clear as in LoD, I think we could reasonably speculate that Dennis is aware of Mutt, and also knows a little bit about Abbot and Robby's past together. I do think it'd be fun to imagine puppy dennis, as in within a scene and not mindbroken, playing with Mutt!! Especially with "handler" Abbot.

I think Robby is very naturally daddy, regardless of Ch4 or Ch5 ending. No matter what, he is Dennis' daddy. However, I don't think dad would come up in the Ch4 ending, and rather, I think Abbot would be sir, or master. Or even owner, though that doesn't roll off the tongue as casually as sir does

I think Ch5/LoD Dennis would be a little upset at a crate. What'd he do wrong! He gets the whole house, usually, and time to himself! I think he'd be very lonely and claustrophobic in a crate. Ch4 Dennis, however, I think would tentatively accept it, and maybe use it only at Rabbot's request--maybe, on rare occasion, get in it on its own.

Thank you for such a lovely ask! I appreciate you so much!!!

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trans dennis begging just the tip, daddy please, between choked up moans while robby’s fucking his thighs because they dont have a condom. robby’s barely resisting slamming his entire cock in den’s cunt

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trans dennis bargaining you can pull out it’s okay, please give it all to me, as robby is struggling to feed his entire dick to the boy’s greedy hole

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trans dennis sobbing deliriously pleading breed me daddy please please please, and robby grunting in his ear daddy’s gonna stuff you full baby, don’t worry because he’s too tired to pretend he doesn’t want to finish deep inside dennis, hoping it fucking takes

[whiitkrs]

[avocado-berries]

dennis who has trouble sleeping and usually just masturbates as a last resort to eventually tire himself out and doze off. now that he's dating jack abbot he gets eaten out by him like a man starved sending dennis to a mind boggling orgasm that it usually just takes him seconds to finally get a good night's sleep.

[puppiegracie]

can't stop thinking about the concept of robby getting home from sabbatical dead dog tired, the middle of the night. jamming his keys in his door. toeing off his boots at his entrance after he shuts the door behind him, not bothering to really put them aside. shrugging his coat off to the floor.

padding to his bedroom, just wanting to pass out for the night, for forever, maybe. if he should be so lucky. stripping to his boxers on the way, grunting a little as he steps out of his jeans, leaving a trail of dirty laundry he just can't be assed about. he never used to be messy. that came with the burnout.

but in his bed, curled up and breathing soft, is a bundle of warm dennis whitaker. looking sweet, looking peaceful, painfully domestic. if robby was a good man, he'd quietly back out of the room, go sleep on the couch, let the mouse awkwardly squeak his way out of the house in the morning. but robby hasn't considered himself a good man in a long time, and he wants his comfortable mattress, and he can't pretend he doesn't like the fact that his favorite intern is on top of it.

so he lifts up the covers, shuffles underneath with a sigh, watches lazily as dennis stirs a little, yawns. cute. the air conditioner hums, a quiet white noise, too quiet for robby's taste. there's a nightlight plugged into the wall that's not his, making the room glow softly orange, just enough to be cozy, just enough to not be dark. he wonders if the kid is scared of the dark. he watches as blue eyes peek open, bleary in the dim light, and find his.

dennis must be as tired as him, exhausted, because he doesn't react. not in any startled manner, not in the way robby was expecting. the kid's usually so jumpy around him, wide-eyed, even months later, even with that new edge of confidence robby can't help but enjoy. but not tonight. his voice is a little raspy as he asks s'this a dream? and his only response is a soft hum when robby tells him no, whitaker, I'm afraid not.

are you okay? wasn't the follow-up that robby expected, but it makes sense, from earnest, sweet whitaker. whitaker who worries too much about him, but it doesn't make robby feel particularly special— the kid worries about everyone. wants to help everyone. robby, at best, is an interesting case. haven't been in a long time, kid, is his honest reply, and he's not sure why he doesn't lie to him. maybe it's because dennis is being so intimately normal, so weirdly easy to be around. maybe it's because he's tired of saying "I'm fine."

dennis is a little hesitant in his movements. ginger and careful, cuddling up to robby's side, laying his cheek on robby's chest. skin against skin, robby remembers his discarded shirt, and is pervertedly glad for it. dennis's cheek is soft. the contact is warm, impossibly nice. dennis's arm comes up to lay itself around robby's waist, the boy snuggling closer, huffing out a breath like an exhausted little puppy. robby is endeared. he's always fucking endeared by this kid. he's stopped trying not to be.

normally he'd feel like crying. or he'd start to spiral, overthink. maybe he should. maybe he should force himself to face why the hell this is so easy, why the hell this domesticity that he's been craving his entire life came to him tonight, this random fucking night, in the form of an intern he should not be laying in bed with. but robby is tired. and sleep tugs him under easier than it has in years, warm in his bed, not alone, not alone, not alone. dennis's breaths brush softly across his skin. robby is hopelessly and stupidly attached.

it'll be a problem for tomorrow morning.

[permanent-fire-hazard]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 of no homo Rabbot

Ever since he walked in on Robby with a stranger that one time, Jack has been paranoid every time he enters the dorm. Any day of the week, all hours of the day he worries about walking in on Robby enjoying some other man.

It’s just gross. They share a space, and Jack has the good sense not to bring any women around here, Robby should give him the same respect.

He says as much one night when he’s humping Robby’s ass like a dog, hoping that’ll make him more pliable, but all Robby does is roll his eyes.

“Jesus Christ. It was one time. I don't usually come back here," he says.

Jack’s top lip curls. "What? You like to fuck guys in dark alleys?"

"Sometimes," Robby shrugs. "Or seedy bathrooms. Glory holes."

"You shouldn't go sticking your dick where you can't see."

A horrible smugness takes over Robby's face. "Oh, you've got me on the wrong side of the wall."

He's bullshitting. Jack is almost certain. 99.9%, but doubt lingers. Jack hates it. "I don't like you talking back."

"I don't care what you like anymore," Robby says. "We can keep this up, but I'm enjoying myself."

"You weren't before?" The thought is a heavy hit to Jack's ego.

Robby hums. “This is alright.” He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off. Like Jack isn’t even there, or he’s just some toy helping Robby reach his own orgasm.

“It’ll be better if you let me fuck you.” Ever since that morning, Robby has had a strict no entrance policy on his asshole, and he rarely gets fully undressed anymore. Thankfully, he’s still willing to blow Jack, but only if he sets the pace. Gone are the days of Jack getting to fuck Robby’s face like the wimpy little queer he is, which is a shame because Jack knows Robby liked it as much as he did.

“Kiss me and you can,” Robby sneers.

Jack pushes himself up on his knees, distancing himself from Robby's tempting lips. "You wish." He juts his hips in silence, letting Robby's breathy sounds and the creak of the bed lead him to orgasm. Even as his dick softens, Jack continues to grind his crotch against the base of the plug sticking out of Robby's hole. It's too much; painful electric shocks zip through every touch, but he needs to play some part in Robby's peak.

Robby is just as captivating as always during his orgasm. Head tilted back, exposing his long, flushed neck, with desperate whimpers jumping out of his throat as his cock spurts white lines. Some of it escapes his tiny briefs and makes a pretty dotted line under his belly button. Jack has to bite his tongue to resist licking it up.

"That scratched an itch," Robby teases, stretching like he's woken from a nap. Nothing like the fucked out bliss Jack was hoping for. "But I'm still going out tonight."

"Fuck off," Jack bites. His legs wobble under him as he retreats to the bathroom.

"You should come," Robby calls after him.

Yeah fucking right. Jack lines himself up over the toilet and forces himself to pee, anything to get him away from Robby for a moment, away from his invite to whatever dilapidated building the city's homos meet in.

Piss dribbles into the toilet. Robby’s offered for Jack to tag along to The Man Hole before; the name alone is enough to make Jack grimace. He can't imagine how filthy he'd feel stepping inside; he's sure whatever that place is, someone like Robby has no business hanging around there. Jack stuffs his dick back in his pants and ignores Robby for the rest of the afternoon.

Long after the sun sets, Robby leans against Jack's half of the wall. "Sure you don't want to come?" He's cut the bottom half of his shirt off, exposing the soft hair that stretches from his belly button to under the waistband of his panties that pokes out over his jeans.

"No," Jack grits out. He turns back to his book and clenches his fist as Robby leaves.

What the fuck is Robby going to do there anyway? Drink shitty beer? Or maybe a frilly girl drink; that might be the only thing they sell at homo bars. He has to be lying about the glory hole. There's no way he would actually do that.

What if Robby does? What if he does it for the first time tonight just to prove a point to Jack? No way. Jack grabs his keys and runs out the door.

The Man Hole is more difficult to find than Jack anticipated, but eventually he finds the glowing red sign in a dingy part of town. The lights in the 'O' wink at him. Fitting.

It's way more crowded inside than Jack anticipated; men in mesh shirts and cut-off shorts keep knocking into him. One guy winks at him, but Jack ignores him, solely focused on finding Robby and dragging him far away from here.

Just when Jack is starting to think Robby was giving him the runaround and didn't come here at all, Jack spots a familiar head of hair. In theory, there's nothing special about it: straight, brown, and short, like half the fuckers in here, but Jack knows that hair. He's felt it between his fingers and yanked at it in desperation.

There's an older guy behind Robby, holding his waist, caging him against the bar, and whispering something in his ear. Robby laughs at something he says and leans back in his grip, tilting his head up and saying something that scrapes his lips over the man's jaw.

Jack stares. It's better than a glory hole, but not by much. This guy's greasy fucking hair is tickling Robby's cheek, and Jack has to suppress the impulse to rip it out of this guy's scalp.

He's picturing all the ways he could beat the snot out of this guy when Robby spots him, and it only takes one horrible second for him to decide to punish Jack.

Robby wraps his arms around the man's shoulders and captures his lips in his own. The man doesn't waste any time. He envelopes Robby's bare waist with his large hands and pushes Robby back against the bar.

The whole bar goes red. Jack shoves his way through the crowd, grabs the man's shirt with two angry fists and throws him back. Jack can hear him stumbling and cursing behind him, but he doesn't give a fuck. All his attention is on Robby.

Jack takes the man's place, caging Robby in, and presses a hot, wet kiss to Robby's neck. He can feel the gasp in Robby's throat against his lips.

"What the fuck?" The guy's rasping voice echoes. Jack detaches himself from Robby's neck and looks up. Robby is staring back at him with rich brown eyes. "You didn't say you had a boyfriend."

"I don't," Robby says. His eyes never leave Jack's.

Jack leans in close and whispers in Robby's ear, "I kissed you. You said if I wanted to fuck you, I had to kiss you. You never said where."

One corner of Robby's mouth quirks up. "Touché." He looks past Jack's shoulder. "Sorry."

"Fuckin' whatever," the guy mutters. Good riddance.

Robby grabs Jack's hand and drags him through the crowded bar. A warm tingle spreads through Robby's fingers into Jack, sprinting up the length of his arm, through his chest, to a flutter in his stomach.

The bathroom lights are a lot brighter than the main area. Jack blinks stupidly, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and lets Robby guide him to the last stall.

There's a hole in the wall leading to the next stall over.

The fluttering in Jack's stomach becomes a grating churn. "You don't really..."

Robby follows his eye line and laughs. "Ew, no." He pushes Jack playfully. "I only fuck hot guys."

Jack's chest puffs. "So you weren't gonna fuck that dude?"

"Hey! I thought he was handsome."

A disapproving noise comes from Jack. Robby grins and slings his arms around Jack's neck.

"It's in your best interest to trust my taste," he teases. He tightens his arms until they're barely two inches apart. Robby must have been one of God's favorite creations, because there is no reason for him to be this beautiful.

The beauty closes his eyes and comes impossibly closer. At the last second, Jack turns his head, and Robby's lips land on his cheek, barely missing the corner of his mouth.

Robby pulls away and clicks his jaw in irritation. "Seriously?"

"I held up my end of the deal," Jack argues.

"No, you found a loophole." His hands land on his hips. They are accentuated stunningly by his exposed underwear. "Which I will honor under one condition."

"What?" Jack's dick has been throbbing since he felt Robby's pulse under his lips; he'll do anything. The fantasy of kissing Robby properly enters his head again. Almost anything.

"Kiss me again. If you're not going to kiss me right, you're gonna kiss me as much as you want to fuck me."

Robby's head hits the wall with a small thunk as Jack shoves him against it. His lips are locked on Robby's neck before he can think, leaving a sloppy, wet trail in his wake.

It isn't long before the collar of Robby's shirt gets in his way. Without thinking, Jack lifts Robby's cropped shirt and kisses the center of his chest. Robby is too thin for there to be any semblance of cleavage, but he reacts with pretty sighs just like all the girls Jack has had before.

It's too easy to take one of Robby's nipples in his mouth. Jack swirls his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping around it, anything to keep Robby's pretty moans going.

Robby fists his hands in Jack's curls, which gets a moan rumbling through Jack. He wonders if this is how it feels when he holds Robby while he goes down on him.

Jack continues his way down Robby's soft stomach, giving special attention to his happy trail.

"That's good," Robby sighs. "So good."

Jack needs to hear more of that.

He licks a long stripe over the waistband of Robby's panties and undoes his jeans. They fall to the floor in a pathetic pile, and the tent of Robby's straining dick has never been closer to his face.

No. No way.

Jack flips Robby so his front is pressed against the wall. He pulls the backside of Robby's tiny briefs down and relishes in the way his ass bounces from the movement.

He decorates one cheek with sloppy kisses and kneads the other with a wide palm.

"Jack," Robby gasps. "Oh, fuck." He reaches back and replaces one hand back on Jack's head. His grip isn't as good from this angle, but the way his blunt nails scratch at the back of Jack's neck is hypnotizing.

Jack uses one thumb to spread Robby's cheeks and feel his empty hole. "No plug?"

Robby scoffs. "And risk it hitting this floor?"

Excellent point. The foul condition of what he's kneeling on hadn't been at the forefront of Jack's mind, too engrossed in Robby, but he sure as hell wouldn't want any of his shit to touch it either. He wouldn't be in here at all if it weren't for the incentive in front of him.

He spreads Robby's cheeks with both hands, fully exposing his fluttering hole. He's frequently wondered how different it would be to have his tongue here versus a pussy. Jack runs his thumb across it, and it flutters. Practically begging for Jack to find out.

Girls have asses...

He licks a long, thick stripe over Robby's hole. A sharp gasp and a firm yank on his hair are the first answer he gets. He takes another lick.

"Fuck! Jack, are you out of your mind?"

Maybe. It's not anything like a pussy. Not as soft or wet, but it's got it's own allure. Tighter for sure. He digs his hand into the meat of Robby's ass and worms his tongue inside. It's softer than he thought.

Gorgeous whimpers echo through the bathroom. God, Jack wishes they were back in the dorm. He would lay Robby down and trace his insides all night.

His tongue slips out, and Jack zigzags over the outside, adoring the way Robby twitches at the sensation. Jack shoves his own hand down the front of his jeans and jerks his cock with hard strokes.

Robby is gasping and whimpering his name so prettily. All Jack can think about is getting him off like this, making Robby cum in his little panties because Jack is eating him out. No dick needed.

It isn't long before Robby is pushing back against his face, chasing his own orgasm. Fuck, there is nowhere else Jack ever wants to be but right here.

He feels the moment Robby cums. Robby shakes and quivers around Jack's tongue and moans like a howl. Jack prays everyone in the bar heard him. Especially that fucker from earlier.

Robby is clenching in the aftershocks when Jack soils his own jeans. He sprays hot and desperate into his own hand and pumps until there's nothing left for him to give.

Jack pants in the open air, wishing he was back buried inside Robby, gathering his bearings as Robby redresses himself.

"Okay," Robby sighs. "Deal kept."

He's ethereal, standing over Jack like this. He looms like a marble statue. Something for Jack to beg and pray at the feet of.

Robby grabs Jack's hand and helps him stand. "Let's go home."

All Jack can do is nod. Robby could guide him anywhere right now, and he'd be too entranced to stop him.

[hucklebunnies]

found this on my nsft blog…. so uhm yea hucklerobby

!!!!!

[sacrificedagoat]

hai lox!! can we pretty please have a cutesy lil spoiler as to what your new wip is about :)

Why yes of course!!

I present: Monasticwhit (Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker/Andrew "Pope" Cody) <3 here's the reining title + tags and whatnot:

Title:

Archive Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationship Tags: Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot/Andrew “Pope” Cody, Andrew “Pope” Cody/Dennis Whitaker

General Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Crossover, Trans Male Dennis Whitaker, Codependency, Incest, 

Summary: 

Notes: 

Abbot and Pope? Call that a monastery, baby. I’m naming this ship monasticwhit, welcome to my evil ass ex-wincestie codependent brothers brainworms. I hope you enjoy your stay.

Being clear, I’m writing Jack Abbot (The Pitt) and Andrew “Pope” Cody (Animal Kingdom) as biological brothers, and I’m also making them be in love with each other. This is incest, and this is also your only warning.

Yeah baby I'm makin' those brothers kiss!! The basic plot is that Dennis is discovered on the 8th floor by Abbot, and Abbot moves him in. However, Abbot lives with his brother, Andrew (Pope). Things get weird when Dennis sort of realizes Abbot and Andrew have something more than brotherly going on, and unintentionally gets into the middle.

Here's a snippet (going to put a readmore):

Dennis was going to throw up. Absolutely, it was happening right now, he was going to vomit everywhere.

“Kid?” Dr. Abbot’s voice sounded concerned, and that made it so much worse. Dennis choked on a sob. He was going to vomit everywhere, and then die from a shame-induced heart attack, and that’s a super gross way to die. Maybe he could leap out of the window, and then no one would be able to identify his remains. Way better than dying stinky as fuck covered in his own expulsed throw up. 

Hot tears spilled from Dennis’ eyes, wetting his hands. He inhaled a shaky sound, pressing hard against the wall, and silence stretched for a moment, ignoring his snivelling.

“Whitaker, I’m not- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Dennis tried to gather himself. He wasn’t doing very well, his eggs all broken in his basket, but he managed to speak up. “Dr. Abbot, I swear I’ll be out of here by tomorrow,” his throat grew tight, and he squeezed away the tears in his eyes, inhaling a stuttered breath. “I’ll figure something out, I just- just let me have one more night, please.”

A beat passed. Dennis lowered his hands, wiping them on his scrub top, and swallowed thickly. “Dr. Abbot?” he bleated.

He heard Abbot inhale, and then exhale. “Kid, you know this wing is abandoned because of black mold, right?”

Dennis bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah,” he replied weakly. 

Dr. Abbot sighed again. “I can’t in good conscience let you stay here, Whitaker. It’s not good for your health.”

Dennis wiped his face with the heel of his palm. Before he could speak, Abbot continued.

“Would you please come out from behind there? I’m not mad at you, I swear.”

I hope you keep an eye out for it when it posts! Just got to 22k :)) Ty for the ask!

[puppyjavadi]

Happy birthday to me!!! Gross dad cuddles hucklerobby

Dennis was on the couch when Robby came home. He hadn't worked today, spending his day off going to the farmer's market with Trinity before crashing at the older doctor's apartment. Robby, on the other hand, covered an extra two shifts this week when Al-Hashimi came down with a fever so bad, Dana sent her home.

It'd been a nice, lazy day. At the farmer's market, Dennis got half-convinced that he could bake a blueberry pie but didn't get farther than binge-watching a baking show. He was tangled up in shorts and the softest hoodie he could find (Robby's). At this point, he was practically napping.

Robby didn't announce his entrance, just let the sound of the door opening and keys hitting the bowl do the talking. Dennis would've said hi but his brain decided the effort wasn't worth it; Robby would go to their room, shower, change, and meet Dennis on the couch, ideally with a snack in hand. ...Or maybe not.

Daddy hated scrubs in the bed or on the couch. Dennis had gotten corner time more than a handful of times for trying to crash on the couch post-shift without changing. Yet, Dennis felt the cushions dip as Robby slotted himself behind Dennis effortlessly-- as if the space only existed for him to fill.

"Mph-- Robby?" Dennis mumbled, face still half-buried.

"Shh." The order was quick and succinct, whispered into his hair as Robby's arm pushed under Dennis to spoon him. "Pretty boy... missed you so much."

Something unwound inside Dennis' chest immediately. Some burden he never knew he carried until Robby came around to relieve it. It made sense now, the tv watching, the napping, the spot left open on the couch. Dennis had spent the whole evening waiting for his Daddy to come home.

"Daddy--"

"Sweet boy," Robby muttered, each word punctuated with a kiss to his curls. "Missed you so much. Thought about you all day."

Dennis leaned into the affection like a moth to flame.

"Dad-- gross clothes..." That was probably enough. Robby could figure out what he meant.

"I'll change later, just let me lie down for a minute, Den."

No. That's not the rule. Dennis' brain shouted.

"Gross!" he grumbled. One of Robby's hands began to creep under his hoodie and Dennis shovel it away to no avail.

The hand pushed through, flat and petting at Dennis' stomach and chest. It wasn't fair. Dennis' brain may have been offline but if he knew two things, it was that 1. Scrubs aren't allowed on the couch and 2. Daddy was breaking the rule, breaking the rule gets you punished. Well, Daddy had never broken the rule before-- but surely he had to be punished too.

"Daddy, stop. You're getting me gross." A hand reached up into his curls and Dennis suddenly was having a very hard time forming sentences.

"Daddy just really, really wants to hold you baby. Let me." The hands were getting grabby now. Pulling at his fat and top surgery scars.

"D-ad!" Dennis whined.

"You're mad Daddy's in his scrubs?" Great, he's finally fucking getting it. "It's ok, baby. It's okay to be a little dirty." No? What the fuck?

"No! Dad-dy!" The last syllable came out as a shriek as Robby rocketed his hands down to get under Dennis' shorts.

"Come on, you like it!" Weight shifted above him, turning Dennis partially on his front and trapping him against the couch. "My gross boy. Filthy boy." Dennis felt a wet stripe get licked up behind his ear., flinching at the startling, soggy feeling.

A sob ripped out of Dennis. He barley knew what was happening and Daddy was being so mean today. Dennis wasn't yucky! Dennis' was a really good boy.

Robby's thick fingers found what they were looking for as the slipped into Dennis' heat. The slide easy and slick. Dennis didn't even know he'd gotten wet.

"See? Messy."

A finger slipped in shallow and quick, making Dennis gasp.

"S'not! S'not messy." It wasn't the same! Daddy didn't understand it wasn't the same!"

"Feels pretty messy, baby. Did my little boy get all wet waiting for Daddy?"

No! Maybe? Dennis didn't remember getting wet. He wasn't touching himself. He wasn't being icky before Daddy came home. Did he get all messy just from Daddy's cuddles?

All thoughts left his head as thick fingers began pistoning in and out of him.

"Don't worry, baby," Robby cooed. "Daddy's home now. Daddy's gonna take care of you."

It was hard to argue. Gross scrubs or not, Dennis wanted his Daddy. Outside him, inside him, around him. He liked Daddy's beard scratching at his neck. He liked the strong forearm plunging into his waistband. He even liked how Robby smelled right now. Cologne faded with a faint scent of sweat and musk from a long day.

Dennis didn’t think he was supposed to like that. Little boys didn't like gross daddies. Little boys were clean and good, not leaking slick into their panties.

"Dad-- Dad," Dennis panted. Daddy was using two fingers now, the heel of his palm tapping at Dennis' clit and making his spine light up. He was getting close, grinding into Daddy's hand and the couch.

Something hard and thick in Daddy's pants was pressing into the backs of Dennis' thighs.

"Daddy just can't help himself," Robby muttered, kissing an apology into the hair on the back of his head. "Spent all day thinking about this. About how good you take it." Fingers thrusted, emphasizing every word. "My little boy's-- Messy. Fucking. Pussy."

Tears filled Dennis' eyes, body lost to the sensations. His throat felt tight and his heart felt too big. He felt on fire and Daddy was everywhere. Some part of his brain managed to flicker to life and provide him a name for the feeling.

Love.

He loved Daddy so much. He loved the slick slide of sweat when Daddy leaned his forehead on Dennis' neck. He loved the pressure of Daddy on top of him and in his pussy. He loved the hand under his shirt and he loved gross cuddles with Daddy.

Dennis didn't say anything when he came. Just wriggled a hand out from under him and frantically made grabby motions until Daddy laced his own fingers through.

They stayed there for a few minutes. Daddy slowly shifted his weight off of Dennis so he could breathe. Slick fingers pulled out of his pussy with am awful squelching sound. The hand that held his moved up to card through his hair.

"D'you have fun?" Dennis huffed.

"Yup. Lots." Robby answered. Dennis could hear his grin on his voice.

Dennis tried to shift around but was hit with the uncomfortable feeling of slick and wet underwear. He grimaced while Robby chuckled at him.

"Well," Robby started. "Now that we're both gross, you'll just have to take a shower with Daddy."