ooh your mention of biological bdsm has me thinking about sub dennis, that nobody knows is a sub, who for weeks has been riding a sub drop and after fucking up the picture and the case with jack and robby (who are both dominants) where he tries to use tech and makes the presby comment and robby kind of but didn’t actually tell him off he flees the room and goes into a full drop
The amount of people in my inbox asking/giving ideas about biological BDSM (the good old days idc i inhaled that shit!) so I’m doing a big answer right here:
Absolutely hidden sub Dennis. Whitaker men are supposed to be doms, not subs, and he's humiliated the entire family line with that designation.
BioBDSM Au where subs are supposed to have regular Drops to stay regulated and healthy. It's not normal to go weeks, months, years without one. Dennis should probably be dropping once a week if not more to keep himself grounded. But he's terrified of what that might feel like and can't find someone he trusts enough to Drop with.
So Dennis has never Dropped before. Or maybe he did once, back at home, and it went so south so quickly. No Dom to put him in that headspace, no Dom to stay with him, to hold him, no Dom to bring him back up slowly. He spent hours shivering and whimpering in his childhood bed, scared out of his mind and so, so, so lonely.
Let's sprinkle in some anti-subdrop medications because I want to. Dennis is abusing the hell out of them, and taking more than he should. bonus points if they're technically illegal and he's using whatever precious resources he has to even obtain them.
Doms Robby and Jack who are already a bit of a weird dynamic because it's two Doms and that's not normal. There's a biological need to have someone sub for you but they've been together for years so clearly it works.
Dennis is already exhausted from all of the things that he's been doing. Street team, the farm, regular working hours. But if he keeps his body moving, if he doesn't allow himself to stop, the ache won't catch up with him. He won't be able to feel the way that his muscles ache and his bones feel unsettled. He won't have to recognize how deliberately, embarrassingly off he is. His entire body is off kilter and it's starting to affect his existence.
He's shaky and jumpy. Flinches at louder noises or unexpected touches. He's grateful that Robby stopped touching him because he never would have been able to keep his secondary designation under wraps. People think he's a neutral, which are rare but not enough that no one bats an eye about it.
But it's not touch that exposes his secret; it's words.
Dennis is such a words of affirmation person. He likes being told he's doing good, he likes being guided. It's one of the few things he lets himself indulge in.
So when he makes the comment about Presby's tech and Robby says nothing...when he doesn't get any sort of acknowledgement for fucking up the picture...
He lies about going to call the sister again but really he needs five seconds to get himself under control. But it's too late. That fuzziness he's been running from for years starts to catch up to him. Subs are supposed to feel calm when they Drop, but Dennis can only feel panic.
Dennis doesn't want this. He doesn't want to Drop, not now, not today, not when it's due to lack of words from his boss and his boss's partner. He's so busy trying to not Drop, that he didn't even realize Robby and Jack were hot on his heels.
Because they might not have a Sub, but they're not fucking stupid. They know what the beginning of a Drop looks like, they know what those shaky inhales mean, they know that even if Dennis has been hiding this, he's been hiding it without taking care of himself.
Dennis doesn't even make it two steps out into the ambulance bay before there's a set of arms wrapping so firmly and tightly around his torso. It's so grounding that he can't stop himself from leaning into it. He can't stop the little whimper that makes its way out of his throat.
He doesn't remember the last time he's been touched. Not like this. Not in an embrace so personal and squeezing him, holding him together.
"You're okay," he can hear someone muttering, and he doesn't know why it sounds so familiar. "You're fine. We've got you."
"We need to get him somewhere quiet."
"You want to move him like this?"
"I don't want him freaking out the second that an ambulance rolls through. Let's get him inside."
"No," Dennis manages to gasp out. "Not inside."
"No one will see," the person holding him soothes. "No one will notice. We just need to get you somewhere safer, okay, sweetheart?"
Dennis shakes his head but he doesn't have a choice. He's being picked up, cradled against someone's chest, and carried inside quickly. The AC feels horrible on his already shivering body. But whoever is holding him is warm and he tries to focus on that. He doesn't know where he's carried into but it's quieter than the ED is.
He can feel himself being lowered down but the idea of being alone makes him grasp at the clothing of his current protector.
"Okay, baby," they say softly. "That's fine. I've got you. We've both got you."
There's another set of hands that start rubbing at his back, keeping a steady pattern going. It's the most contact he's had in years and it feels so much better than he could've dreamed of. He's so cold and they're both so warm that he can feel how his body loosens from the heat.
And it's not silent. It's not the quiet of his bedroom or the harsh sounds of the ED. It's soft, gentle praises.
"You're safe, Dennis."
"Everything's fine. You stay down as long as you need."
"We're right here when you're ready."
He tries to fight against the waves keeping him under. His hands twitch and he needs a small pinch or something to pull him up. But he gets lightly scolded for that.
"Don't fight it, sweetheart. There's no rush."
"Dennis, no. Just breathe. Let yourself be for a second."
When he does come to, minutes or hours later, it takes him a while to readjust himself. To feel himself come back to his body.
He finally opens his eyes to find a very, very stressed Robby and a much more upset Jack.
His eyes widen in panic, and he scramables to get off of Robby's lap and out of Jack's hold. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"