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I love being alone <- girl who has known nothing but loneliness her entire life and so has no choice but to take comfort in it
Pope who finds dennis living on the streets of ocean side and feels some weird soft spot for him so he takes him in and lets him stay at his little house away from his family mess.
But he accidently ends up keeping dennis as more of a dog then a roommate.. like he starts telling him when he can go out and who he can hang out with. But he just keeps limiting it till his basically got dennis locked in the house all the time.
Not that dennis minds being his silly little pup and lounging around on the couch all day waiting for his owmer to come back to feed him and give hik his reward for being such a good boy that day..
does anyone have any fic recs where dennis doesn’t know he’s queer? like he’s legit coming out to himself for the first time. any ship/no ship is fine.
Wrote it last night and then Passed Out. But uhhh everyone have Dennis taking two “Am I Gay?” quizzes and then immediately having a crisis about it.
“Am I Gay?” Quizzes Ruined My Life
Incomplete as of now! Either one or two more chapters to be added! Mostly self discovery for Dennis plus WhitSantos as best friends. They’re set. Do not separate.
dennis saying, “well, as an ally, i love pride month!” and everyone being like….wait what?
tags from @club-medical
trinity made a joke about it not being gay if you both kept your socks on and dennis took it very literally
dennis worrying himself sick over his attachment to robby. he knows he's basically obsessed with the man— addicted to every touch, every praise, always needy, always desperate for attention. robby lives in every crevice of his mind, a constant loop, a bodily need as deep as air and water. sometimes he fantasizes about robby retiring, taking him away from pittsburgh, isolating him, keeping him. narrowing his whole world down to robby, only robby.
he's so ashamed of it, of how deep it runs. so, curled up with robby in bed, guilt sitting heavy in his stomach, he admits to it. whispers it against robby's chest, eyes squeezed shut like he can hide from the depth of it. I think I'm like... obsessed with you. robby chuckling, murmuring is that so? and dennis doubling down, insisting no, like, robby, I'm— dependent on you. completely. it's bad, it's like— if I didn't have you I would die, or something. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm sorry.
robby humming soft, gathering dennis up in his arms, cradling him closer. quiet for a moment, rubbing slow circles over dennis's back, soothing his discomfort. chuckling again. oh, baby, I know. I should hope so. I thought I'd have to break you in a little more, but... it's like you came pre-made, especially for me. there's nothing wrong with you, little mouse, there's something very, very right. you're a very good boy for needing me.
dennis relaxing into robby's grip, shame dissipating, nuzzling weakly against robby's chest. maybe it should scare him, the admittance that robby knows, has known, this whole time. the admittance that robby would've broken him in, if dennis hadn't been so willing. yeah, maybe it should scare him, but it doesn't. all his brain latches onto is
you think I'm good?
oh, sweetheart, you are so, so good.
<3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/84867276/chapters/223997886
It's finished!
Poison On Your Tongue by Arabella Faith, rated E, hucklerobby, 15k words, complete
Please please PLEASE mind the tags. This fic features a toxic relationship, noncon, gaslighting, kidnapping, b*tching, and all sorts of dark themes. Having said that, it's actually fairly light considering the content matter. Hucklerobby end up deliriously in love 🤷♀️ so... Yay?
here you go freaks. Sigh. Dead Dove au of my service dog Dennis
A temporary foster (1/?)
(No posting schedule on this cos its like 0 plot and entirely diabolical smut and I'll post between other longer fics)
back on my bullshit again with stalker hucklerabbot and i'm obsessed with you phrasing jack's attitude towards dennis in the early days as being "why is it on the bed". so fucking tasty. i'm having visions of dennis becoming obsessed with jack's petty meanness because it's the perfect counterpart to robby's obsession- what do you mean jack is indifferent to him being here? what do you mean jack somewhat doesn't want him here? i think dennis' obsession with jack starts in him desperately trying to get and keep jack's attention on him, since jack is being so mean and denying him that.
also having major bootlicker visions later on with them. stealing dirty underwear and gym clothes isn't enough for this pup- dennis craves worshipping the very ground jack walks on. he wants to get his tongue all over that dirty leather just as much as he wants jack to step on him with them, to leave bruises on his skin in the pattern of those boots' tread. jack, who's only just starting to warm up to dennis as he's realizing how pathetic this mutt is, how he could never be a threat to him, indulges happily. after all, he's still got some pent up irritation from the worry of robby changing his patterns.
robby in the background starts off distressed that dennis and jack can't seem to get along, until he sees that boot print on dennis' chest and knows it's going to be alright. he's known jack for a very long time, and no matter what the man says, he never bothers to mark up something he doesn't plan on keeping. that's how he kept robby, after all.
- :)
so this is the prequel piece to them drugging and forcing Robby to stay home. I love this verse. I love your mind.
The thing Dennis loves most about Robby is how much Robby adores him.
No-one would go to all that effort if they didn't love him. The cameras, and the gifts. Sitting outside his house for hours and hours at night, just to catch a glimpse of him through the windows.
It's … fuck, it's intoxicating. He's never felt so deeply loved. Wanted. Robby makes him feel like he's the only man in the world, and … well, he loves it. Sue him, he's the baby of a deeply religious large family whose parents didn't believe in condoms. By the time everything made its way down to him - clothes, toys, books - they were fourth-hand and tatty.
He never had anything new, or that was just for him. Attention was never directly solely at him - he had to share it with three brothers and a working farm. When he got to school, he was always 'the youngest Whitaker boy'. Never allowed to stand alone in his own right.
Robby, though. Robby looks at him and sees only him. Robby is … like a spotlight. He buys Dennis whatever the hell he wants, and things he couldn't even imagine asking for. Things brand new, all for him. Just because it makes Dennis happy, and that makes Robby happy.
When Robby fucks him, it's about him. Every word, every touch, is about how perfect Dennis is for Robby. Sometimes, Dennis records the audio - he assumes Robby knows, but he's never asked. But he just - sometimes he needs to hear it back again.
So fucking perfect for me, baby. My sweet boy. My gorgeous boy. Gonna make you feel so good. Been wanting you for so long, God, can't believe you're mine, mine, mine, mine.
It's hot, yeah, but it's a reminder that Robby loves him.
Robby's husband?
Does not love him.
sorry but fuuuck I'm thinking about pervy robby again. manipulative pervy robby using dennis as his stress relief throughout the shift. pulling him into a bathroom stall and forcing him on his knees, murmuring a quiet open and waiting for dennis to obey, all hesitant and shaky, slowly parting his pretty pink lips.
dennis so uneasy with it, but he'd never dream of saying no. it's not like he's not attracted to robby, of course he is, it's just— it curls icky in his gut, and he's ashamed at the wet spot in his boxers that forms every time he's being used. knowing that robby's using him. and still not bringing himself to make it all stop. not wanting it to stop, even though maybe he should.
robby being such a dick about it, holding it over dennis's head. muffling a soft groan as he taps the head of his cock against den's tongue, slowly slides inside that perfect, wet heat. cradling the back of den's head with a big palm. petting him soft before he forces himself down dennis's tight throat, ignoring the splutters, the tears that form in dennis's pretty blue eyes, the muffled whimpers.
robby thumbing away the tears and muttering gotta keep it quiet, baby, shh, shh. wouldn't want anyone to know you're whoring yourself out to your boss, huh? wouldn't want them finding out exactly why you're my favorite? shh, shh... thaaat's it, attaboy, just take it... mm, you're a good doctor, sweetheart, but you make a better fuckhole. yeahh, that's okay, you can cry. such a pretty baby when you cry. <3
That scene in lady and the tramp where puppy lady is crying when she’s left downstairs until her owners let her stay in their room.
Thats dennis in a rabbot brings him home au. He’s so used to having to be hyper vigilant in his sleep that he keeps waking up on the couch (their guest room is largely storage) quietly whimpering in fear having been startled awake by something.
And Jack has sensitive hearing for the most part, and robby’s nerves are fraued after today so he’s also easily woken - just waiting for the next disaster to happen - so after they’re both woken up by dennis’s crying for the nth time that night, jack (gently) whacks robby to get him to check on the boy.
robby and jack plotting on dennis since the day the kid stepped foot into the er finally building up the courage to do something about it.
robby overhearing from a conversation between their boy and santos about heading to some bar after shift, and knowing it's a perfect-in. enlisting one of him and jack's old friends from their days in the scene to give dennis some trouble.
it's just a coincidence that santos ends up leaving the bar with some woman, leaving dennis alone and nursing something that burns too much for his tastes (robby should've known the kid could only handle fruity cocktails, look at him, he's just a baby, when he bought it, though he knows it wouldn't be strong enough to hide the sedative). it's just a coincidence that when this 'stranger' starts making unwanted advances, getting too touchy, all up in dennis' face and body, a few gropes made here and there, that dennis is frozen in shock, fear maybe. unable to defend himself. he's never been wanted like this before, how should he know what to do? it's just a coincidence robby's been watching from some secluded corner of the bar the whole time, waiting. moves in just like him and jack had scripted, tells the guy to fuck off, maybe threatens him a bit for good measure, watching over dennis' shoulder as their friend smirks as he leaves.
robby fawning over dennis, concerned, all while the kid babbles how he's okay, he's fine, just a little shaken 's all.
he says he'll find santos, she'll take him, before raking his eyes over the bar and not seeing her in sight, his eyebrows dropping in embarrassment.
bingo.
robby offers to take him home, says it's no trouble, he was just about to head out anyways. says dennis should herd a little closer to him on the way out, just for protection, if it happened once, it could happen again.
(and him and jack didn't want their baby boy coming home to them as damaged goods, now did they?)
the whole drive dennis is thanking him every few seconds, for making the guy back off, for the ride, for saving him.
too busy metaphorically groveling at robby's feet, he doesn't notice how many turns they miss to get back to his apartment. doesn't realize til they're parked in the driveway of robby's townhome, a light on in the bedroom.
dennis feels hazy. his head all syrupy and slow as robby guides him out of the car, hand on the small of his back, breaths of hot air and stubble scratching against his ear as robby whispers something that dennis can't hear. all muffled, the only thing clear to him is the amount of non-distance between him and his boss.
he thinks he falls asleep sometime between then and the door.
wakes up to meaty thighs pressing hard against his stomach, large knees occasionally pressing into his cunt. it's not as noticeable though, a distant afterthought maybe, as the blooming burn across his ass, cold air lapping at the reds and pinks before another slap lands down.
all he can do is whimper and whine and he's so confused, where is he, why is he here, where's ro—
he gets his answer when he manages to lift his heavy, heavy head, the stinging spanks weakening his whole body letting up for just a second.
robby sits in the corner of whatever fucking room they're in, some book in his hands, glasses sliding down his nose, head tilted down while his eyes are blown black as he stares at dennis. he looks unimpressed.
dennis tries to say something, honest to god, tries. fucking wants to will something out of his throat, but all that bubbles up is another pathetic whine. he sounds like a dog.
robby shakes his head in disapproval, eyes returning back to his book.
"tsk. y'know how your dad feels about curfew, baby. shoulda listened."
da—?
he manages to lift his head a little more, looking over his shoulder, faltering a little when the spanks resume.
he sees pale skin, freckles, biceps flexing under a tee as the arm holding them comes back up to hit and rub, hit and rub, hit and rub again. sees grey curls and crows feet.
"let some stranger feel up on ya."
the low growl is something dennis hasn't heard from dr. abbot the whole time he's been at ptmc, something primal and possessive.
"interrupted your daddy's time out, all stressed from raising a little shit like you, and you expect no consequences?"
dennis tries pushing himself up, more nervous and scared and confused than he was with the guy at the bar, but he's plunged back down again, yowling as another slap comes down harder.
"you wanna be a big boy?" abbot snarls, "go out and act like a man? a brat? a slut? then you're gonna get big boy punishments, hm? you can take it, right?"
the last sentence is so falsely sweet, mocking even, that dennis tears up. babbles for him to stop, wait, i don't—, wha—?, shuts his eyes tight as white floods behind them, trying to focus on that to shut out the pain, to shut out everything.
doesn't even notice robby get up from his chair, or his fly becoming unzipped, or his cock being pulled out til it's prodding at dennis' lips.
"c'mon, kiddo," the false sweet dripping from abbot's lips like nectar, "apologize to daddy."
dennis' eyes remain shut as he finally relents after a few seconds, after he feels that calloused hand leave his ass, raising up for another strike, opening his mouth just wide enough for the head of robby's cock to be pushed in.
jack glances at robby over the kid.
bratty, yeah. nothin' we can't handle. just needs some training.
(this got away from me i am so sorry.)
i. i have nothing to add except hell yeah. incredible. 10/10. no notes.
your writing's so good i've been thinking about it for HOURSSSSS
i submit for this au: the idea of meltdown vs tantrum :3
meltdowns are normal for little boys who have Big Emotions about his dads leaving him for work, about having to take a bath or go to bed without his favorite blanket. they can be solved by giving dennis a stuffed bear that has his dad's voice in one arm and his daddy's in the other so he can still hear their voices if he misses one of them. they can be solved by his daddy holding him close and cuddling him, dennis listening to his heartbeat and the vibrations of his voice. they can be solved by his dad keeping dennis in his lap, feeding him with the baby-safe utensils dennis has to settle for and pausing only to clean his face or kiss him. it's about the comfort and reminder that he's safe and oh so loved by his dads here.
but Tantrums...those are saved for truly bad days where dennis can't bottle anything up anymore, swiping at any arms that come close to him and working himself up over everyone and everything he misses that he's supposed to just forget about. missing trinity and her apartment (having his own ROOM all to himself where no one watches him and it locks from the inside!!) so much he makes himself physically ill. he misses seeing her, having someone who cared about him and Didn't want some fucked up dynamic out of it...the idea that robby and jack---actively policing his thoughts to make sure he doesn't slip in remembering who they Really are---can go into work and not feel haunted or guilty at what they're putting trinity through by dennis just being Gone all of a sudden...he thinks he might hate them for that. coming out of the fuzzy daze and ache celebrating father's day gave him and remembering his Actual father---feeling disgusted at himself for not trying harder to escape---for feeling Comfortable at points. those are all meltdown thought patterns and those can go for hours or an entire day. sharp displeasure and anxiety that leave his tongue with intent to hurt or just be Heard... or the equally heavy sullen withdrawn dead weight where Nothing seems to make dennis feel better, or even respond at all.
meltdowns are more frequent than tantrums, thankfully.
EXACTLY EXACTLYYYY
Jack tying Dennis down in the mating press but instead of fucking him he just eats him out until hes had enough. Hands holding the boy down while he goes to town on his hole, listening to the boy moan and cry out underneath him as he fucks him with his tongue.
He loves feeling and tasting Dennis coming while he’s eating, the sounds he makes and the feeling of him clenching around his tongue never fails to make him rut against the bed. Sometimes he gags him but sometimes he likes listening to the boy whining and begging saying things like “I can’t- it’s too much Jack please please-”
Sometimes he stops, pulling off and watching Dennis sob in relief as he smiles down at him with his undeniably ruined, dripping but very satisfied face.
Sometimes he keeps going. He knows how much he can take it, and he will take exactly that. He knows how far he can push and so push he does. He always makes sure Dennis knows how fucking good he tastes.
Sometimes, when he’s feeling mean he pulls off, looking up to see and hear how relieved Dennis is. Sitting up properly before leaving down to kiss him while sneaking a hand between their bodies to press his fingers inside him out of nowhere, feeling the other gasp against his mouth as the whole thing starts again but with his fingers instead. Maybe he even slaps his hole a few times just to hear the boy shriek and twitch away from him.
As mean as he sometimes is he is the best at aftercare. Being very careful with cleaning Dennis up, pressing soft kisses on his face when the boy whimpers as the towel brushed a particular sore spot. He always makes sure Dennis drinks enough water afterwards and he always insists to bathe him, wash his hair and massage him clean while making sure his head stays above the water when the boy inevitably dozes off. Most of the time the bath is already filled up before hand so when Dennis gets home and hears the bath running he knows he’s going to end up with trembling legs for the rest of they day, but he knows he’ll enjoy every second of it.
sometimes I get very emotional about just how much whitsantos mean to me. to have both of them so clearly become the other's person, and be what the other needs when its likely neither of them have had that before...
trinity has had a hard life, has lost her best friend due to abuse and coercion, and possibly rape, by men in authority, and now she lives alone and struggles to create tight bonds with people. she uses a headstrong and independent personality to hide her insecurities and fear. despite this, she sees dennis in need, and takes him in without a second thought.
she could've easily done anything else, left him there and promised not to tell, etc, but instead she opens up her home to him despite her trauma and lets him live with her.
dennis becomes someone in her life who looks out for her in ways she probably hasn't had since the suicide of her best friend years ago. he worries that garcia is making her miserable and using her, and he knows about her self harm (implied from the scene cut out between them, but we know he knows) and tries to offer her support and companionship, rather than judgement. in their interactions, we can see that she really trusts him.
she can't hide her feelings as well with him, and he spots immediately when shes struggling and off, asking if shes doing okay. having someone like that is so important for trinity. in turn, she does the same for him. she worries he's being used by amy on the farm, and correctly notices that his empathy is going to get him taken advantage of in the future.
it just hits me right in the heart- neither of them know how to accept help very well, and yet they give help to the other so freely. they truly, truly care about each other, and they're better off together. its such a heartwarming reprasentation of close friendship between a man and a woman that has no hint of romance at all that is so rare to see in media, and yet mirrors so many peoples own core friendships (like my own, and how lucky i am to have my own trinity in my life).
trinity and dennis, for me, are a perfectly example of being able to build your own family when, for whatever reason, your original one can't or won't be with you. they're hands down my favourite relationship in the show.
need more midwestern dennis whitaker content
give me that man saying ope every time he bumps into a chair or has to brush past someone. refusing to fly anywhere within the continental united states because driving is better. suffering in the tiny ass (seriously it’s like 4 gates) omaha airport the one time his family flew on vacation or when he brings robby back to broken bow. him taking 2 hours to leave the hospital or any work gathering bc the chit chat is too addictive. comparing pittsburgh heat to the corn sweat humidity. complaining about the wind chill but still wearing shorts in the winter. grew up vacationing in branson and the lake of the ozarks. gas station food. saying hi and how are ya to every. single. person. on the street. we already know he lovesss to mention that he’s from nebraska. give me midwestern dennis whitaker to the max.
Hi all! I just published the first chapter of my fauxcest fic "You Know It (You Know It, You Know It's True)" on ao3. I'm still working on editing and completing the last chapters, but give it a look if you want!! ty!!
your post + the Wave of fauxcest everyone's been blessed with lately are mashing in my head something Fierce
dead dove fauxcest where dennis very much so does NOT want to be rabbot's pseudo son pseudo toy pseudo whatEVER the fuck🤤
the first time he finally calls out for dad/daddy just in complete tears...hating having to call them that in a domestic And sexual setting and there's no clear line (to him) when one bleeds into the other
(eyes the stalker/kidnapping/dead dove doc i add to when im bored
haha no yeah THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUTTTT