I've written a lot of already established pup!den with rabbot, but I'm thinking about how embarrassed he would be at first. it would be subtle, and he'd never ask for it— they'd have to notice.
his eyes linger on the dog toys every time they're out grocery shopping, he nuzzles into every hand that's placed on his cheek or his hair, he gets softer and quieter and whinier when they put him on his knees.
jack notices first— holds him by the scruff as he fucks into his wet, willing mouth, replaces good boy with good puppy. den would moan so pitifully and cum untouched, shaking afterwards in pleasure and red-hot embarrassment.
so, big deal, both him and Robby are more than happy to indulge it. they love calling him precious pup, good boy, love fucking into him and cooing about how good his little puppyparts feel. they buy him a collar, a leash to tug as they fuck him in doggy. it's hot for all of them and dennis has never been more receptive in bed.
that's not the entirety of it, though, not for dennis— and somehow, it's even more embarrassing. he doesn't just want it in bed. he wants it all the time. he wants to be called a good puppy for doing the dishes. he wants a rope toy, wants to play tug of war with Jack. wants Robby to rub his tummy and call him sweet and good, praise him like a real pup. wants to live in his collar while he's at home.
Robby finds out, this time. he finds poor den curled up in bed, trembling and crying, babbling incoherent pleads. jack is out working the night, and Robby had stayed late to help with a pile-up— no one had warned den, left all alone in their house.
Robby tries to console an inconsolable Dennis. murmurs "it's okay," and "shh, I'm here" and rubs as his shoulder. finally, he pulls him into his lap, rocking gently as he says "shh, pup, you're okay."
Dennis whines at the nickname, used casually, used when he's not being fucked. tries to express how bad he craves it, needs it, wants it, please please please, he just wants to be their puppy, he wants to be fuzzy and soft and safe, and fuck, he knows he's fucked up and weird and awful but he wants it so so bad—
and ends up babbling most of that aloud, to an increasingly soft, aching Robby. "oh, puppy. oh, baby, coulda told us that's what you needed. nothing wrong with it, pup, nothing wrong with you. shh, that's a good boy."
Robby rubs slow, soothing circles on his stomach, lets Dennis nuzzle up. fishes his collar out of the drawer and adjusts it comfortably on Dennis's neck, still cooing, still rocking.
and Dennis is so. fuzzy. the collar and the praise and the petting, slipping him into someplace so much safer and softer in his mind. thoughts losing their teeth.
after that, he shyly, slowly starts to indulge, works through the built-in shame. Jack buys him teethers and rope toys, Robby tucks stuffies into his arms. they get him a crate for when he's overwhelmed, somewhere contained and safe for him to crawl into when the world's too much. they make little bone shaped cookies, feed him treats and ruffle his hair whenever he does something right. he loves curling up at their feet, head resting on robby's knee while both him and Jack pet his hair.
he's never felt so settled. they saw this tender, vulnerable part of him he thought he'd have to keep tucked away forever, but they saw it and accepted it. their precious puppy <3
guys theirs this really peak fic called Zipperteeth , it’s a Caine centric fic abt him coming back with…you know…Zipperteeth…you should check it out 😋
ANYWAY OMG I FINALLY FINISHED!! THIS IS FOR @stereosunset AKA the creator of the fic :)
IT WAS HARD TO DRAW THIS STUPID POSE 😭 here’s mah progess (it been so long since i drew on paper the pose was THAT hard 💔)
If I had a nickel for everytime I drew Caine and Jax with no outline together I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice cause no outline isn’t my artstyle WHATSOEVER (this is the drawing I’m talkin abt lol)
Something something fantasy au, where you are kept captive by a king since you are said to be able to see the future, and forced to always wear masks that keep you blinded, so your visions can’t be affected by the world around you. You’re always chained, punished if you do not have the right answers or don’t see the future in your dreams during the night. Treated more like an animal than a human, only called by the name “oracle”.
When you have a dream about how orcs and other beings will attack soon, during the nights, to kill the king and all of his men because of he had become too greedy, selfish and abusive towards his people, you are merely punished. They believe you’re lying and you’re locked inside your room for several days.
Your dreams constantly warn you that something will happen, so when you’re finally released and allowed to wander around like a blind cat, you find somewhere to hide when the attack happens.
You try to warn your king again but is dismissed a second time. That night the kingdom is attacked and while some of the royals try to grab you to bring them with you, you manage to run off in the chaos and go to your hiding spot.
Something something, you hide in the small spot you found in one of the towers for hours on end, hearing the sounds of the kingdom falling and the murder of the royal line. Too afraid you will be killed as well, considered nothing but a conman, you hide in the tower, convinced you will die of hunger.
That is until a couple of men enters the room in which you hide - and suddenly you’re ripped from your spot, held up by your ankle by a giant hand, screaming in fear as you were sure this would be your end.
Sir Simon Riley, a knight of the new king and one of his many lovers, is merely pleased that he, Sir MacTavish and Sir Garrick managed to find the famous little Oracle, that had seemed to be lost during the fight. Now they just needed to show their King.
