important that you never forgive ice agents, ever. even years after all this is over (and I do believe we will make it out on the other side, alive and for the better,) they live in shame and disgrace forever. no excuses, no forgiveness. they ruined their own lives when they decided that human freedom and liberty was an acceptable sacrifice for a paycheck
Jack and Robby when they catch up to a terrified Dennis who just escape from the cage their bedroom after months of trying to wake up from pupspace and barely succeeding:
Okay sooooo 3 scenarios in which each member of Hucklerabbot cum too early, untouched, or without even realizing.
I'm talking Rabbot going at it like rabbits while Dennis watches, handcuffed to a chair in the corner. Cum dripping down his leg from the cock cage.
Dennis calling Robby or Jack "Daddy" for the first time during a hot, impromptu make out sesh and they shoot their loads in their scrub pants.
Jack going to town on Dennis, pounding into him so hard the bed is shaking. Robby's supposed to be waiting his turn. He was going to get Jack's sloppy seconds tonight, using Jack's cum as lube for Dennis’s stretched hole. But he's so mesmerized by the muscles in Jack's body, the little panting moans Dennis makes, that he's blown his load across the bed and over Whitaker's chest without even realizing.
Do what you will with this, just thought I'd share the brainwave. 😝😘
--🫶 Juniper2Moon
ANOTHER ONE KEEPING ME UP LATE I AM HAVING GOOOOD DREAMS TWONIGHTAH
Dennis liked watching his boyfriends fuck. It was a simple fact that he'd known for as long as he'd known the men. He likes watching them kiss and make out and touch each other and do basically.... everything. So when Dennis had been particularly... sass mouthed and foul tempered, Jack had said he could sit and watch them fuck, hard and thorough as long as he sat in the armchair that was covered in clothes in the corner of their bedroom in the soft little cage they bought for him.
Dennis thought he'd get his way, smiling as the silicone was fit over his cock, squeezing his flaccid member in a way that felt pretty good, even when Jack pulled the loop around his balls and shaft, it fill felt pretty nice. He thought he'd gotten his way, some faux punishment to appease the older men's egos. He'd still be able to fell his own hand around his cock through the silicone, still be able to cum as he watched Jack destroy Robby's hole. He'd still get to jerk off and feel good.
Except when he settled into the chair in nothing but the cage and his soft white socks, Jack tied his wrists down to the arms of the chair. Dennis yanked against them and asked what he was doing but Jack just patted his cheek, all condescension and smugness and said 'Making sure this lesson really sticks' And then ignores every whine and complaint that comes from the corner as he makes his Robby feel so good.
Which just means fucking Robby hard and fast, just how he likes sloppy and doggy style. Dennis watches, pulling against the restraint as he watches Robby's face goes all pleasure, Jack's grunts deep as his hips slapped loud against Robby's soft measly bottom. Dennis was crying, tears weeping down his face as he writhed against the chair, stomping his feet where they barely touched the floor from the height of the seat, he was breathing hard before Robby's eyes glanced up at him and sent him right over the edge. Dennis cried out, loud, as his cock, forced to stay small and soft, sputtered out some measly cum, dribbling down his leg to wet the top of his sock.
The older men don't even stop, just giving him a glance before continuing. Jack teased Dennis as he unties him, the wetness that soaks his sock, the way his cock was still pink and twitchy when he took the cage off, the way his eyes were all pink and puffy. Robby just tsked and told him to think about his actions more throughly next time.
Jack had been minding his own business sitting on the couch watching Iron Chef, warm, relaxed, freshly showered, and waiting on Robby to get back home with takeout for dinner, maybe have their newly dubbed boyfriend tag along. Jack turned and said hey to Robby before watching Dennis smiled happily as he practically skipped into the heart of the house, kicking his shoes off to the side, slinging his backpack into a chair before plopping himself hip-to-hip with Jack on the couch, cuddling in close to the older man.
Dennis just smiled and giggled as he pulled Jack into a kiss. They did that a lot, get yanked into tonguey spit filled kisses by Dennis, the younger just wanting to have some attention spend on him, he didn't ask for much else. So Jack obliged, pulling Dennis closer, licking into his mouth, forcing Dennis to slow down a little, to savour it. But then Dennis was whining into the kiss, hands rubbing up and down Jack's torso, hips wiggling.
"C'mon daddy, touch me" Dennis begged, eyes half lidded as he pulled away just enough to look into Jack's eyes, biting his bottom lip, pulling one of Jack's wrists toward his scrub covered crotch and the bump of his hardon hidden within. He was being so damn sexy.
But it was really all for not because Jack was seizing up, a sparkly little orgasm ripping right through him, cum weakly shooting into his sweats as his half hard cock twitched.
"Baby, can't say shit like that before dinner. I- God, you'll kill an old man like that, Den" Jack groaned as he turned his head to hide in the younger's neck as his hips twitched with the last light flutters of his orgasm. He could have another that night, it had been so small.
"Hehe, it's okay, you can make it up to me later. I think Robby's done getting the plates ready!" Dennis had chirped, unfased, moreso flattered, as he rubbed up and down Jack's back and shoulder, his own cock twitching and hungry in his pants. But he was very patient. And he went and sat down happily at their dining table while Jack went to change his pants, Robby looked at him confused before Dennis blushed and explained. Robby raised an eyebrow at him and said he was sure they could both make it up to him. And more.
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Dennis always looked so pretty when he gets pounded through the mattress. He just takes it so well. He's so easy to stretch and prep, he makes the cutest little sounds when Jack first pushes in, eyes going all fluttery till he's used to it, then he's keeping that eye contact that Jack just adores. At least till he's crying and moaning out, knees shoving into his ribs, bed squeaking below him.
Robby loves to watch it, loves seeing their boy turn into a cock drunk fucked loose little doll, loves seeing Jack get out all that pent up energy, all that want. He loves watching the way Jack's muscles ripple as he wrecks their boy, loves seeing how he digs into the bedding, seeing the power of each thrust that smalls their bedframe against the wall.
But that night Robby was already on the edge. He felt a little extra sparky that night, having groped and grabbed on Jack in a supply closet at the hospital, had snuck off to kiss Dennis in the middle of their shift, he'd just got a kick under him. So when they started to head towards the bedroom, all lips and hands and excitement, Robby was perfectly happy to sit on the side of their bed, gently stroke himself to keep his medicated erection interested, and watch his boys fuck themselves silly, ready to take Jack's place and fuck into the loose cum stuffed hole that would be waiting for him.
But then he leaned over to kiss Dennis and Jack's hand was twisting in his hair to keep him still, all strength and power as he growled out a 'So fucking close, Mike" that was accompanied by Dennis's breathy little worn whimpers, Robby was blowing, forehead flopping down to Dennis's sweat damp collar, hand hurrying to stroke him through it, cum shooting up over Dennis's arm and the bed.
"Fuck... Fuck... Sorry. I'm- Fuck- I'm done. Holy Fuck" Robby apologized, not moving as his head jerked with his boys' violent sex. Dennis huffed as his lips perked up in a smile, soft little hands coming to hold Robby's head right where it was, Jack's lips pressing open mouthed kisses to his ear and face, consolation prizes.
Soon Dennis was crying out, a squeaky noise they had learned meant he was cumming, followed by Jack's own growling grunt, body pressing them all deeper into the bed.
Robby didn't feel bad because Dennis just curled up in his arms, saying that he needed a nap before getting washed up, saying he didn't wanna move around so much yet. Robby just held him, kissing him and wondering how he could let go like that... he was getting to old for that stuff...
I loooooved doing snippet parts like thissssss I eat it upppp it's like my number one fav thing to do cause I get to pile it allllllll onnnnnn tehehehehehehehe
How many times am I allowed to reheat Masculine Huckleabbot scent kink nachos before y’all get sick of me? Asking for a friend
It was really cute that Dennis thought he was hiding it well.
Jack was in the military- he fuckin' knew how to hide kinks. Knew how to disguise the shifting of his half-chub as casual stretch, how to play so hard into being gay that it passed as being straight, how to fly right under the radar as he let his lecherous gaze fall on shirtless chests and the scent of boot polish and sweat.
This kid might have been able to hide from everyone else, but not him.
The way he insisted that he wanted to borrow his camo jacket this instant and simply couldn't wait for it to get washed. The way he tucked his face subtly into his shoulder when they hugged or cuddled. The way that he instigated wrestling and grappling with him knowing it would end with him stuck in the crook of Jack's arm and writhing under him.
He might be a little grossed out if it didn't make something warm and heavy pool in his gut, that this strapping young twenty-something was huffing at his pits like a dog.
He let Dennis think he was getting away with it for a while- he'd been patient. He thought the kid was just too nervous to tell him. But the months stretched on and he seemed happy with just stealing little moments when they were pressed together.
It hadn't been a bad day when Jack decided enough was enough, just a busy one. Dennis had decided for some odd reason that it would be a great day to poke and tease and prod at him that usually led to their normal throw down.
Not today.
This time when Jack got the kid in a headlock too soon for a man his age with 3 older brothers, he made sure to flip him so he could press Dennis's face into the dampness of his underarm and growl, "Get a good whiff you little mutt."
Dennis's hips bucked as he whined and slapped at Jack's bicep and shoulder, half-hearted attempts to wriggle out of Jack's hold.
"Yeah, but you're not gonna move are you? You're right where you want to be huffing my BO like it's going out of style. You think I wouldn't notice?" Jack mused too casually for the situation. Dennis yelped out something that might have been a "Jack-!" if it wasn't muffled by the damp cotton of his t-shirt.
But Jack felt it, the rush of cool air that indicated a breath and the hot huffing exhale. Jack finally let go and shoved Dennis's head away, relishing the blearily look that Dennis had as he gasped for air and pouted at Jack.
"You- you're so gross-" Dennis tried but Jack was already grabbing Dennis's foot and yanking him to straddle his thigh, leaning over him and caging him in with his limbs.
"I'm gross, sugar? You can tell me that again when you aren't humping my thigh after getting to smell me." Jack cooed, mean and sweet, making Dennis squirm and grind his hips against his thick thigh again. "Such a gross kid, Denny."
"M'sorry, you just- you smell so good-" Dennis bleated, grinding his hips as hard as he could with his leverage. Jack leaned up just enough pop the button on Dennis's jeans, unzipping them and signaling to Dennis's slowly decreasing brain function to scramble to pull them off with his boxers.
While he was doing that, Jack stripped off his own shirt and threw it over Dennis's face, slapping away a hand that flailed up to take it off on instinct.
"That's your treat, you keep it there." Jack lowered his body to slot their hips together, groaning as Dennis eagerly frotted his cock against Jack's still-clothed crotch.
He wasn't going to last long- he already got riled up when wrestling (not that Dennis knew) but this was just sending him into a nosedive towards his climax. This time Jack's hand came up, resting on his elbow so he could put his hand over Dennis's mouth. He could feel Dennis's panting mouth and the strong bridge of his nose under his fingers as he leaned down and growled in his ear,
"Next time you need me that bad you beg for it like a good boy."
The effect was immediate- Dennis's back bowed as he yelled into Jacks' palm, hips jerking with each pulse of ecstasy through his body, dragging Jack down with him as he grunted and came in his pants like a fucking teenager.
The way his knee ached when his post coital glow slowly dissolved reminded him of his true age.
Dennis was still under him, making no move to get up even when Jack groaned and slowly stood up.
"Next time don't be a little creep, you menace." Jack said half-heartedly, plucking the t-shirt from his face and heading to the stairs as he chuckled over Dennis's hoarse, "Jesus Christ."
dennis lashing out at jack & robby & later apologizing for being so harsh & robby is like don’t even worry about it jack threw his leg full speed at my head once
Ok sorry 2 asks in a row. Corruption kink Rabbot handpicking the kinks they want to expose dennis to.
"He'd be a sweet puppy don't you think?"
"Yeah? How do we get him to do that?"
"Oh, I bet it'll be easy"
Cut to Dennis in their bed, still nervous and new to all of this. Jack took his sweet time kissing all the thoughts out of that pretty head. Their boy is sweet and dumb before they've even gotten started.
Robby guides him with his hands on his hips. Dennis follows, always listens to Robby; Robby would never lead him astray-- not in the ED, not here. A surprised huff escapes Dennis' lips when robby settles him straddling a pillow. He doesn't understand. He's supposed to be on Jack. He's supposed to be touching them! He doesnt even know he's whining before Robby and Jack settle him.
"We still got you, Baby."
"Shhh. Its ok, Den."
"I don't-- what is-- what are we doing." Please please tell me what's going on. I wanna know how to do a good job.
Jack touches their foreheads together to give their boy something to ground himself. "You're gonna grind against that pillow and make yourself feel good. Can you do that for us sweetheart?"
"Like-- like a girl?" Robby tried not to moan as he filed that away for later.
"Like our puppy."
"What!" Something between shame and heat curled in his stomch. "N-no way. Is that? Is that even a thing?" Dennis tried to protest, scrambling for reason. If threesomes were out of his depth than this. This was--
"Shh," Robby coo'd into his ear. "Just try it, its gonna feel good, Den."
Robby starts moving his hands, still on Dennis' hips, to help him get started. It's too much- too embarassing. But--
But it also feels good. It feels good and Robby is in his ear telling him what a good job he's doing. Jack is smiling like he's-- he's proud of him. Dennis' cheeks are hot. He's sweating. He thinks he might be drooling.
"Is- is this right?"
"It's perfect, baby. It's perfect."
Thats all Dennis needs to go faster. He starts throwing himself into it, getting real friction without Robby's help. He leans forward into Jack. Partly to hide his face and partly because he might tip over if he doesn't.
He's close. He's close and he doesn't even know how he got here. He didn't know this was something he could do. Robby and Jack must be able to tell because Jack grabs Dennis by the jaw and forces eye contact.
"Please please please Jack. It feels so good."
"Yeah? You ready to come?" Jack's voice was starting to pick up a mean edge but all Dennis could do was nod. "You wanna be allowed?" Allowed? Was he not allowed? Dennis' hips stilled as confusion spread across his face but Robby started pistoning Dennis' hips forward, not allowing him a second of reprieve.
"Wha-"
"Bark for us, puppy. Bark for us and you can come."
- @puppyjavadi
(Sorry this is SO long. I started writing it and um. Something happened to me.)
corruption kink is always welcome in my inbox okay? okay
@puppyjavadi kept this in my inbox to be greedy. unfortunately i do in fact need the entire scene written out because yeah this is...exactly how it goes. Robby fucking moving his hips for him, Jack and his fucking eye contact
Dennis who's so desperate to let go he just lets out a small whiny pathetic bark and doesn't even think twice when Jack tells him to be louder
Sat on this draft fof MONTHS. Ft. overstim, pain kink, degradation, and uh puppy play... whatever that is.
Dennis felt hot. The friction on his cock was relentless. Shame licked at his gut, static filled his brain, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He but his lip so hard he thought it might bleed. The anxiety made him feel like a livewire. He felt so good, they made him feel so good.
Robby leaned in to nip at his earlobe, then whispered in the back of his ear: "It's ok puppy. We've got you."
Something in Dennis washed away. Like his sense of self, his dignity, was sliding across a table: slowly at first then dropping off sharply at the edge. He was somewhere else now. He'd felt good, almost dizzy, during sex with them before but this was something else entirely.
Jack watched Dennis plunge. One of the sweetest fucking things he'd ever seen. His pupils swallowed all the blue in his eyes. His jaw slackened. His chin shifted ever so slightly up, exposing the length of neck, soft and supple. The trust in it made Jack's heart swell. He was so hard it hurt.
The bark was small, quiet. Like Dennis' was trying to figure out how to even make the sound.
"R-ruff!"
Robby groaned behind him. Jack's face split into a grin.
"Good boy," Jack praised. "Again."
"R-Rraf! Ruff!" Dennis was louder this time-- looser. He even let himself pant for a few seconds after. God, he's a natural.
"See, brother. Didn't I tell you he'd pick it up eas-?" Jack joked and tore his eyes off of Dennis to look at Robby.
Robby's eyes were dark. His face was bright red with strain. Dennis whined lightly at the force of Robby's grip.
"Please," Dennis cries. "Please, S- Jack. Please can I come?"
Robby doesn't wait for Jack to answer, "Come for us, puppy. Such a good fucking boy. Such a sweet dog." Robby coos before biting down on the soft muscle between Dennis' neck and shoulder.
Dennis yelps as he comes. Ropes shooting across his pillow from an aching, untouched cock. Small, pained sounds drift out of his lips as Robby sucks and kisses the welt he left. Robby can't help himself; he reaches around to cradle Dennis' face before using his other hand to squeeze harshly at Dennis' cock. It draws a pained moan out of Dennis' that has Robby grinding into his back. He's trapped between the comfort and the pain, thrashing in Robby's grip and letting out high, unfilrered whines Jack's never heard before.
It takes Jack a minute to realize that he's just been sitting there like an idiot.
"How do you want him?" Jack asks, finally turning to Robby, voice breathless.
"On his back." Its not an ask or a command as Robby flips Dennis down on the mattress. Dennis' body is pliant, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. Jack parks himself at Dennis side, using a hand to help prop up one of his legs.
"God, you're so fucking pretty like this, Den." Robby brings one of Dennis' ankles to his mouth and kisses the bone. He nips and sucks and bites his way up the leg as Dennis squirms and whimpers. "Knew you'd make such a good dog. So desperate for us, so needy, so helpless." He hovers for a second, mouth just over Dennis' hole. Jack feels the muscles flex in his hand as Dennis keens. "Bet you were waiting for us to do this." Then, Robby spits.
The prep is rough; it makes Jack want to wince. Fingers pressing too hard, too many too soon. Robby wasn't trying to relax Dennis or ease him into it, he was trying to get inside-- pry at Dennis until he was undeniably theirs.
Dennis takes it beautifully, breath hitching and whining. He's already given himself over to them mentally, physically is easy. He thinks he's never felt at peace like this before. He's at peace the way a toy is at peace. He doesn't want, he doesn't choose, he takes and takes and takes and, god, Dennis' has never been given this much to take before. Feasting out of Jack and Robby's hands: safety, kindness, praise, pain, pleasure, humiliation, lust. He doesn't know what to do with any of it-- but he doesn't have to. It runs it's course through his body and when it's over, Jack and Robby will pick up the pieces and put him back together.
It would be generous to say that Dennis was prepped by the time that Robby lines his cock up against him. Jack looks carefully at Dennis who's gasping at the ceiling like he's praying.
"You think he's ready, brother?" Jack thumbs at the tears near Dennis' eyes, trying to get the boy focused enough pay attention.
"He's a greedy puppy. He'll love the stretch," Robby says, voice low and gravelly.
"Yeah? Is that what you want puppy?" Jack pets Dennis' hair as the boy's mouth makes loose shapes, trying to form words. As much as this was more than Jack had ever hoped and dreamed of, he didn't want to actually break Dennis.
"He fucking wants it. Look at him." Robby's tone impatient and his words echoing with smacks of his cockhead at Dennis' hole.
"Nuh uh, not until he says it."
"Come on, puppy. Show Jack how needy you are for it."
Dennis just whines, pawing at Robby's neck and shoulder trying to close all space between them.
"Not until you use your words, Den," Jack whispered.
"N-now." Dennis gasped around the words. "Please. please! Fuck. Daddy, please. Make it hurt."
That's all Robby needs to bury himself to the hilt. It's not fast, it's not even particularly harsh, just completely and utterly overwhelming. Dennis screams. Jack holds his leg tight as his muscles spasm and kick. Robby slows to a stop when he thinks Dennis might actually be reaching a pain threshold. Their boy chokes on a sob for a second before puppy whining. One of his hands, shaky, finds its way to Robby's magen David and pulls. By the time their hips are flush, Dennis' face is flushed and with wide tear tracks down his cheeks. Sweat drips off of Robby's brow, mixing into the mess.
Jack thinks he might explode and finally, finally, touches his dick. He watches, enraptured as Robby thrusts hard and deep into Dennis. Robby isn't moving with abandon, he's lazer-focused, reckless. It's a tunnel vision Jack hasn't seen in a long, long time.
"Fucking pathetic," Robby grunts. "Useless fucking thing. This is all you're good for, huh pup?" Each word is punctuated with smack from their hips.
Jack doesn't realize that the low groans he's hearing aren't coming from Dennis. He's transfixed on the tone of Robby's commands and the way his cock sinks into Dennis. He bites his lip every time Robby says the word 'mutt' and drifts further and further from controlling the scene that was his idea.
Eventually Dennis starts letting out small yelps. Little puppy yapping as he coasts into his second orgasm. He paws at Robby's chest with little pleading whines.
"You want one more, puppy? Wanna cum again on Daddy's cock?" Robby pants, clearly at the edge himself.
"Raff! Arf!" Dennis chases Robby's lips for needy kisses. It's sloppy, Dennis using more tongue than usual but Robby seems greedy for it.
A string of spit connects their mouths as Robby pulls back. Jack has to squeeze at the base of his dick when he sees it.
"Good boy," Robby praises. "Such a sweet dog. Such a good fucking dog for me." Robby sacrifices a bit of leverage to bring a hand to Dennis' hair: ruffling and petting. "Come on, sweet puppy, give it to me. Show daddy how much you like being our little pup."
Dennis comes sobbing. Red and raw and overstimulated. Robby cums a short while after, grunting forcefully. He rushes Dennis for a kiss and Jack hears their teeth clack.
"You did so good, Den." Robby mutters into his hairline. "We love you so much."
They still for a moment, panting into eachothers mouth until Robby pulls out with a sick squelch. Kisses land on every part of Dennis' face, strong hands scratching behind his ears.
Dennis, still deep in it, reciprocates with small nuzzles and whines. Robby watches his face sruch in effort as he tries mumble out words.
"Y-yours," he manages. "Yours."
"Yeah, Den," he smiles. "All ours. Gonna get you a collar and everything."
They smile at each other, completely content and drinking in the moment. Something deeply and profoundly right about this.
This is omega Dennis' great shame: he had his first heat at 18 years old—a late bloomer— and, since then, he hasn't exactly ever been out of heat. He has a rare condition that means he has a consistent and high sexual appetite, entirely irresponsive to suppressants. His nesting instincts are extremely sensitive, and extended periods of time spent outside of his nest can result in a melancholic mood. He is forced to wear protective padded underwear because he is always producing slick, and he also wears prescription-strength scent patches so as not to attract the attention he so fears.
Although he's never not in heat, his libido spikes seasonally, in line with the quarterly heat frequency a standard omega experiences. For these weeks, he is positively agonised. There is no toy that can satisfy him. There is no suppressant that can soothe him. These phases of heat leave him yearning for complete sedation. No single alpha could possibly match the sheer ferocity of his sexual needs. Two alphas, however...
Thinking about Jack deducing that Robby and Dennis are together through the type of food in Robby's home. While the two are hanging out Jack asks if he can steal a drink from Robby. Of course, he's already opened the fridge by the time Robby says he can help himself.
Jack pauses when he sees the food present. Cheese sticks.. a fuck ton of spaghetti.. tubs of icing…? When he grabs his drink he jokes "you got pizza rolls in the freezer?"
He expects Robby to laugh but instead the man casually says he does. Jack laughs to himself and opens the freezer out of curiosity. He sees pizza rolls, three of the same microwaveable meal, and hot pockets.
"What, are you in your 20s?" Jack jokes. The moment he says that everything clicks to him.
"MICHAEL, YOU DID NOT!" is the next thing to leave his mouth.
as soon as dennis agrees to be robby's puppy permanently, to wear his collar and answer when sir calls him, it takes robby less than a week to microchip his boy. not a little tracker in his collar, no no, but a genuine microchip planted under his puppy's skin.
robby explains to his boy, while stroking his fingers gently over the sensitive patch of skin that the chip has been buried under, that this means there will never ever be another moment of dennis's life where robby (sir, daddy, owner) doesn't know exactly where he is. that he's his property, chipped and official, until the end of time.
dennis, all puppy-brained, can't help but bark and bark in delight and get all horny for his owner, thrilled at the fact he's been claimed so properly. he's a puppy, and puppies get chipped. the bruise over the insertion site excites him, and he barks again as robby smiles.
the puppy was his forever, whether dennis liked it or not.
TW: medical horror, pseudo-sex-pollen (sex pollen with no actual sex iykwim)
Inspired by this post by @swanbornbyleda that I've been enamored with since they shared it <3
Drivers honked their horns and pedestrians yelled as Robby dodged in between vehicles on his motorcycle. He could see the top of the PTMC; the sight causing him to twist the throttle further, his bike responding with a roar as he sped towards the hospital. The only thing going faster than his bike were the thoughts in his head.
Protect.
Pack in trouble.
Danger.
Vulnerable.
He very nearly dropped the bike as he skidded to a halt in the ambulance bay. Hitting the kickstand with his foot was muscle memory at this point, and for that he was glad as he tossed his helmet to the ground and sprinted towards the bay doors. People were calling his name left and right, but his only concern was getting to Jack and Dennis.
“Thank Christ you're here,” Dana exclaimed as Robby stopped his prowl at the central hub. His chest rose and fell quickly as his breath puffed out in short bursts. “He took Dennis up to the eighth floor.”
She rounded the desk and joined him as they beelined for the stairs, throwing a “Perlah, you're in charge!” over her shoulder.
As they burst through the doors to the stairwell, Robby’s nose twitched. The smell was faint, but present, and struck straight through his heart as it confirmed what Dana had told him.
-
The phone call had woken him up - he’d been enjoying a nap in the sun on one of his *very* few days off. The house was empty, Jack having picked up a TEMS shift and Dennis busy in the Pitt, leaving Robby solo for a day of relaxing. Until his phone rang.
“You need to come quick,” Dana’s voice had been frantic. “Abbot got exposed to something in the field- they brought him here and he broke through security.”
“Woah, slow down!” Robby shot straight up, already starting to gather his gear. “What happened? What was Jack exposed to?”
There was a commotion in the background of the call.
“I don't know,” she breathed, “I don't know but he looked feral, Robby. Actually feral.”
Robby cursed, slipping his gloves on as he jammed his feet into his boots.
“Where is he now? Is he safe?”
“Ahmed followed him up to the eighth floor - they’re barricaded in one of the patient rooms.”
Robby paused. “They?”
He could hear the beta woman swallow on the other side of the line. “He grabbed Whitaker too.”
-
Jack’s scent was normally warm and spiced: cloves and ginger and nutmeg. But the scent that drifted throughout the stairwell as Robby took the stairs two by two had turned hot - the spices burning and charring in Robby’s nose. Dennis was there too, not quite as prominent, but even the traces that were present were wrong. His normally mild scent of hay and sun-baked earth turned acrid like a burning field.
As they reached the eighth floor, Robby stopped to turn to Dana, who had been leading him diligently towards where his mates had hidden.
“Go back down there - I need you to figure out what he was exposed to. If it's still contagious or not.”
Dana shook her head, “Robby… Abbot was so far gone when he came in. He might not recognize-”
“Go, Dana.” Robby commanded once more. “If you don't hear from me in the next half hour… call for feral control. But otherwise, keep everyone off of this floor.”
He watched as Dana’s jaw clenched. He knew the beta was conflicted - Jack and Dennis were as much her pack as they were his. But they were his omegas. His to protect. Dana was a smart woman. She knew better than to get between an alpha and his omegas - even if he was putting himself in danger.
“Keep your ringer on- I'll call you as soon as we know what it is.”
With that, Dana fled down the stairs, leaving Robby alone on the eighth floor to find Jack and Dennis.
He stalked forward, moving as quietly as possible as he listened for any sounds of distress. The burning smell grew stronger the further down the corridor, Dennis’s scent underneath it becoming more noticeable as well. Trusting his instincts, he followed the scents to a room at the end of the hall. He could hear it then, as he stood outside the closed door: a low rumbling. A warning sound.
Robby did his best to calm himself as his hand reached towards the door. He didn't expect the door to be unlocked; the turn of the handle making him flinch. The growl grew louder. The door squeaked open a crack and Robby’s breath hitched in his throat.
A sliver of light from the hallway shone into the patient room, falling on a tangle of two familiar bodies. Dennis lay curled across Jack’s lap, clutching Jack’s arm in his hands. Jack held Dennis just as tightly, one arm framing Dennis’s chin and reaching up to the back of his head while the other pulled him close to his chest. Another forced growl drew Robby’s attention higher- his breath catching in his lungs at the sight of Jack’s eye illuminated by the slit of light. It was completely black, the hazel irises that Robby knew and adored swallowed entirely by overblown pupils. His lip was curled up, showing off his short but razor sharp fangs. Robby watched as Jack’s arms tensed around Dennis, pulling him impossibly closer. A whimper came from Dennis and Robby couldn't help but take a step forward, which was very obviously the wrong move.
Jack snapped his fangs at Robby, the persistent rumbling reaching a boiling point as he snarled at the alpha.
Instinctively driven to correct the omega, Robby let out another snarl in response. Instead of shrinking back like an omega normally would, Jack bristled even further. Robby didn't miss the way that Dennis cowered away from both of them.
Robby opened his mouth to speak when his phone chimed in his pocket. He reached into his pocket slowly, telegraphing all of his movements as Jack tracked him like a hunter tracking his prey. Not glancing away from the omegas in front of him, Robby hit ‘accept’ and ‘speaker’.
“Please tell me you've got a lead on what this is,” Robby pleaded, watching as Dennis’s head turned slightly for him to assess Robby out of the corner of his eye.
“It's some kind of viral bio-weapon,” Dana explained frantically over the phone, “It’s attacking the frontal lobe and putting victims in a feral state- omegas AND alphas.”
Robby cursed under his breath. Being in close quarters with the two omegas had amplified the burning smell. Robby swore he could feel the heat in his nose.
“Okay, what's the treatment? The reversal agent?” Robby barked. His head had begun to ache, making him snap out the last word.
“Someone from the CDC is on their way,” Dana reassured, which did very little for Robby. “They're saying it's transmitted through scent so you should be fine up there as long as Abbot and Whittaker both still have their scent patches on.”
Robby felt sick as his eyes trailed from where Jack and Dennis were crouched to the pile of shredded plastic coated cotton pads.
“Fuck,” Robby drawled. He retrained his eyes on the two omegas, finally spotting the inflamed scent glands on Jack and Dennis’s wrists and necks. Even more concerningly, he watched as Jack’s nostrils flared, his head tilted towards Robby.
“They still have their patches on, right? Robby?”
Robby pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, fully knowing it was probably too late. His breath started to become shallower, faster as visions of Tyvek suits and ventilators filled his head. He had to get what little information he gathered out as quickly as he could.
“Okay, Dana, listen to me. Call Gloria: tell her to put the hospital on lockdown - nobody in or out until there's an antidote available. Evacuate the seventh and ninth floors to somewhere else. All alphas and omegas need scent proof masks. Affected persons are going to develop a burning, smoky smell. They need to be fully quarantined. The eighth floor needs to be completely locked down - call facilities and make sure they shut off air circulation as quickly as possible.
Robby winced, a red hot flash of pain spearing through his head just behind his eyes. His shirt slipped out of his hand as his legs shook, prompting him to prop himself up against the doorframe. His vision began to blur, but he could still make out the shape of Dennis slowly removing himself from Jack’s lap, the two of them gravitating towards the alpha with flared nostrils.
“Robby-”
He cut Dana off with a low groan, heat spreading through his veins as he felt sweat begin to gather at his brow.
“Promise me-” he choked, falling further into the door frame. Jack was less than a yard away, his growls fading into a low keening sound that forced Robby’s body to loosen. “Fuck- Dana promise me you won't let them separate us.”
Robby didn't hear Dana’s response.
His phone slipped from his hand as the acrid burning smell suddenly vanished as if a strong wind had blown the smoke away. In its stead were Jack and Dennis’ scents, pungent and unadulterated as Robby filled his lungs with the air that carried them. His vision cleared as he dropped to his knees coming face to face with his omegas. Jack’s keening ceased and he pressed his face into Robby’s neck, mouthing at the sensitive scent gland there and pressing his own scent into every inch of skin he could get his hands on. Dennis did the same on Robby’s other side, his purr harmonizing with Jack in a way that dissolved any remaining tension in Robby’s muscles. A rumbling sound erupted from Robby’s chest before he pushed the two omegas farther into the room.
The three mates piled together, licking and scenting each other until their scents were indistinguishable from each other. They lie tangled together, content and satisfied, numb to the fire licking through their veins and creeping through the air ducts to the rest of the hospital.
Robby was with his omegas and was all that mattered.
Dennis clung to Robby's elbow as the man signed the papers. The official legal documents that stated Dennis now belonged to someone. They scanned the hybrid's microchip between his shoulder blades and registered it under Robby's name and everything.
Dennis refused to let go of Robby's arm the entire time. His wide eyes watching everything that occured, tail swishing side to side. The only time his tail ever stopped wagging and tucked back in was when Robby pushed open the doors to leave.
Dennis planted his feet, staring at the next chapter of his life. The sunlight was streaming down and he blinked his eyes, watching as his owner turned to face him.
"It's okay baby, we're going to get you home and cleaned up and then later, if you want, we can go to the store to get you a few supplies. That sound okay?"
Dennis nodded, a little unsure. He let the man pull him gently towards a car. Robby opened the passenger door for Dennis who slowly sat down. Robby bent over him and buckled the seatbelt in place, grunting as he bent over Dennis to reach. He closed the car door softly and got into the drivers seat.
The ride home was mostly silent. Robby explained to Dennis that he'd never owned or been with a hybrid before and that he was new to this. He felt embarrassed that he hadn't gotten any supplies ready beforehand, but was excited to let Dennis pick out his own things. Dennis just sat there quietly, looking out the window and drinking it all in.
Robby started to wonder if maybe he'd made a mistake. The hybrid's entire demeanor had shifted and he was worried he'd done something to scare the pup somehow. No matter what, he would give the boy a good home. Even if that meant they rarely interacted. Whatever the pup was willing to give, he would gladly accept.
"It's not much, but it's home." Robby said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as the door swung open.
Dennis peered in the doorway with wide eyes, before hesitantly taking a step inside.
"It's okay, Denny. You can go explore if you want. What's mine is yours now too. . . just--uh--don't damage anything and if you need to go potty, there's a toilet."
Robby scratched his beard, wondering if the boy was even potty trained, let alone house trained. Dennis looked to Robby with an unreadable expression on his face. Robby nodded encouragingly at him and the hybrid took off running.
Dennis darted from one room to the next, running in a big circle and sniffing the air before taking off down the hallway to discover more rooms. His tail was wagging so hard it smacked into the couch, then the walls, and then the boy was running up the stairs. Robby chuckled as he saw Dennis excitedly exploring. Maybe this wasn't some colossal mistake after all.
He heard the boy's steps thumping around upstairs before everything went quiet. Robby sighed and walked up the stairs, looking into the office, guest bedroom, and guest bathroom and finding them all empty. He walked over to the last door--the master bedroom, and found Dennis standing there looking at his unmade bed.
Robby blushed as he realized he'd left dirty clothes strewn about in various spots on the floor. The sheets on the bed were rumpled and the nightstand held various bottles and cans.
"You--uh--you don't have to stay in here with me. You can stay in the guest bed if you want."
"Bed?" The boy asked, turning towards Robby.
"Yeah, I mean you can do whatever is most comfortable. We can look into getting you a dog bed as well, for in the living room or something, but you don't have to sleep there at night."
Dennis looked back at Robby's bed and pondered on his thoughts for a moment. Then he turned and kneeled on the ground in front of Robby. He slowly reached forward to tug down Robby's pants.
"Woah, kid, hold up."
The boy's eyes snapped up to his, wide eyes brimming with concern.
"Did I mess up already? I-I know I need to please you a-and you're offering me a bed and I need to be a good boy and thank you for being so nice and please don't send me back, I can do better, I promise!"
"Shhh, Denny, I'm not going to send you back. A-and you don't need to thank me, kid. I don't expect anything from you. I mean--if you wanna go down that route we can certainly discuss it, but I won't force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. But we don't have to take that step right now, I want you to get settled first before we discus anything of that nature."
The boy eyed him cautiously, pulling his hands back from where they'd paused while undoing Robby's pants. "Y-you don't . . . want me?"
"Jesus kid, of course I want you. But not as some type of "payment", okay? You don't owe me anything. We can live here, as equals, okay?"
"Equals?"
"Yeah."
The boy cocked his head to the side, his ears flopping. He sat there for a moment and considered everything before his tail started slowly wagging. He looked back up at Robby and smiled the most heart-warming, precious smile that Robby had ever seen. It was like the very sun came out and was warming Robby's cold soul.
a tiny sub hybrid!Dennis x dom!Jack fauxcest drabble for you in this blistering heatwave..... mayhaps?
"You know Den, hybridisation is a random gene mutation. Most of us carry the capacity for it, so you never know if your kid is gonna turn out like you."
He looks Dennis straight in the eye and cocks a single eyebrow.
"I look after you well don't I kiddo? Take care of you, feed you, house you, make sure your needs are met and you always feel good?" He runs a finger over the thick top of the leather collar. Property of J. Abbot glints in soft rays of evening sun sneaking in through the window. "You can speak puppy."
Dennis squirms, blinking up at him and biting at his lip. "Yes Jack."
Jack hums, pleased.
"Robby said something interesting at handover the other day, when I was showing him that adorable picture of you fucked out on my cock but frowning up a storm, sooo cute sweetheart, he said that you looked a little like me when I was younger. When we were in med school, with your hair all curly like that. Got me thinking."
Jack slips a hand down to where the little vibrator is buzzing away in his pussy and starts to tug at it.
"Got me thinking that maybe I coulda' knocked a chick up back then, before the army, and maybe my kid woulda been a little hybrid, just like you. Would you like that Denny? To be mine? My son?"
He shoves the vibrator in deeper and Dennis whimpers, that glazed fucked out look in his eye already.
'Yeah you would. Say, yes daddy-" Dennis obediently repeats it, but no- that's not quite right. "No, hmm, say yes Dad."
Dennis squirms, lips curling inwards. Jack tuts at his disobedient little boy. Then again, he was away in the army for a while, he didn't get to raise his boy right. Gotta do all the training now to make up for lost time.
"Say it or I'll take this out and make you stand in the corner again."
DogHybrid! Whittaker and Owner! Robby except Dennis is the top most of the time and Robby end up muzzling him because he gets too excited and wont stop licking him while they are fucking 🤤
hnghfhhh ok yes i’m happy so write mouthy puppy sub top dennis getting muzzled
it wasn’t that robby found the licking gross…
it was the way it dried sticky all over his neck and pecs that he hated. he just wanted to be able to cuddle with his puppy after and not immediately need a shower. telling dennis to try not to slobber, even pulling him back by the handle on his collar, wasn’t enough.
the desperation was adorable. dennis’s eternal fascination with the way robby smelled (and, by extension, tasted) would always flatter robby to no end, but the muzzle was simply a natural extension of the collar. dennis needed it to be good.
dennis whined through the black, breathable, structured fabric that was cradling his face. he attempted to nose at robby’s neck as he thrust in and out, but couldn’t teeth at it like normal.
robby smirked and pet at dennis’s hair. “i know, pup.”
“robby,” dennis’s muffled complaint fell out. he made a frustrated, huffy noise. “wanna lick.” he grabbed the back of one of robby’s knees, lifting it up a little so he had more room between his legs
“shhh,” robby comforted. “you’re ok.” their hands found each other’s. dennis collapsed further into robby, hips jerking harder and faster into the man. “shit, puppy, just like that!” robby dripped praise out, hoping to distract dennis from the lack of oral stimulation. it helped a little too well.
dennis yelped, “‘m gonna. sorry.”
and robby wasn’t even close, but it’s not like he expected any different. “good boy, good boy, give it to me.”
hot pleasure flashed and dennis was filling robby up, whimpering and nuzzling as much as he could. as he softened in robby, he started fiddling with the mechanism on the back of the muzzle.
“wanna lick.”
robby shivered at the wet feeling of lube and cum. “no, buddy. i don’t wanna do that right now.”
“down here,” dennis mewled ghosting his finger against robby’s sensitive rim. “let me lick.”
robby hissed out, “ok, fuck. yeah. we can compromise with that.”
Ugh the Hucklerabbot domestic discipline/kept boy/infantilization brainworms are back @queer-reader-07 @puppyjavadi @puppydogwhitaker @sixeyedsharks THIS IS YOUR FAULT
Dennis at Work vs Dennis at home are two very different people. There's a different level of trust for each one.
It was a natural progression. One of those things where Dennis wasn't entirely sure how they got to the point that they were at, but now they just were. He doesn't remember necessarily agreeing, but he does remember feeling better after every new rule and requirement was set into place. No guessing if he was doing something he shouldn't, no issues on if he was fucking up or not; his rules appeared and they told him where he fell.
"What's got you so upset today?" Jack asked him after the third mumbling huff he'd received from Dennis. "Did something happen?"
"I'm tired," Dennis whined. "Trinity kept me up late with a Scream movie marathon and then I couldn't sleep."
"When did you go to bed?"
"Um." Dennis's face scrunched up. "I think around 3? 4?"
Robby shook his head. "Yeah, no wonder our boy's so cranky."
That night he gets tucked into bed, in a shirt that isn't his, kisses on his forehead, whines and protests ignored, and promises of being in soon, "Just close your eyes, baby, you'll feel better in the morning, yeah?"
And even though it's a sharp 10pm, Dennis is out within minutes. He barely notices when Jack and Robby do file into bed, waking only to seek out on of their arms to hold him, and falling back into a deep slumber.
He's cheerful, chipper, better the next day. He sees the look Jack and Robby exchange in regards to his mood but chooses to ignore it. Just like how he chooses to ignore when he gets tucked into bed early again the next night, and the next, and every night after.
Then came the whole stove incident. Not that there really was an incident as much as an accident. Dennis didn't mean to get so close to the still hot stovetop but something fell over and it was second nature to try and grab it and now he's sporting an angry red mark across his hand, biting his lip and trying not to get too upset about it.
But it hurts and he can feel that slight bubble of embarrassment and fear rushing up in his chest.
Not that it matters because Jack grabbed his hand and ushered him to the sink, running cold water over it while Robby fixed whatever mess is behind them. He let out one wary sigh and Jack was murmuring, "You're okay. I know it hurts, kiddo, but it's okay. We've got some burn pads and cream, we'll get it nice and patched up, don't worry. Dad's got you."
He's not allowed to use the stove after that. Robby nudges him out of the way and Jack makes him stand all the way back behind the island in the kitchen, pouting on a barstool until his food is ready. Knives came after that because "You're just a little clumsy, baby. Little boys don't need to use sharp things like that. Let daddy handle it."
As if Dennis wasn't holding sharp objects in the ED on the regular.
Things keep growing. Building. Dennis accidentally stays up too late on his phone, watching videos Trinity was sending him, and now he's getting his phone taken away every night an hour before bed. He tripped over his own laces at work and now Robby is the one who ties them every single morning. Jack catches him jumping one too many times at a scary movie and suddenly they're only watching PG-13 at best. Someone evil and rude and insane showed Robby and Jack Life360 and Dennis gets his ass turned cherry red for driving too fast, gets corner time for not leaving the bar like he said he was, and getting texts of "Charge your phone, Den" when he's sitting at 43%.
And Jack and Robby are so.... daddy with it.
"I understand that, but you're not going. If you want to argue, I'll be home in about 20 minutes and we can have this conversation with the hairbrush. Why don't you go find a corner and wait for me there?" and he's busting his ass to find a spot because Jack sounds way too calm for the threat of the hairbrush.
"We can discuss this as many times as you want sweetheart. You're not changing my mind." and Robby's nodding with every point Dennis makes about how unfair something is, how he really wants to go get drunk without one of them nearby, but Robby's not budging. It's not safe, it's not happening, end of story.
"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to try that again, little boy?" whenever Dennis gets a little too mouthy and Jack grabs his jaw, arching a brow, tone dangerously low. Dennis squeaks out an apology and gets a kiss on his forehead and a warning swat when he moves away.
Robby's heavy sigh when Dennis does break a rule, when he doesn't eat all 3 meals like he's supposed to, taking an already sniffling Dennis over his knee and pulling down his pants and underwear to his ankles. "I'm just disappointed, baby. You know exactly how your daddy and I feel about that."
Sometimes it bewilders him. He doesn't remember when half of these rules got set into place. He barely remembers if he argued on them or not. He does remember the punishments he gets if he breaks them, and that's enough to obey them.
Dennis doesn't care because all he can focus on is not having to worry about so much. Robby picks his clothes out so Dennis doesn't have to think twice about it. Jack makes sure his student loan payments are complete on time every month, no questions asked and nothing said about it either. They keep his favorite snacks and safe foods on hand always, and the food at his apartment with Trinity never runs out. Jack replaces his shoes when the tread is starting to give out. Robby sees one tear in his scrubs and he has a box from Figs sitting on the kitchen table with his name on it the next day.
So yeah, maybe he's not the same competent, well trained, trusted physician at home like he is at work. Maybe he goes from being given complex procedures to not being allowed to cut up his own dinner. But it's all done from a place of safety, a place of love, a choice that they make daily to prove Dennis is worth taking care of. because they want to do it.
It makes the screen limit with a passcode he doesn't know popping up on his TikTok mindless scroll session a little more bearable. Ish. But what's truly unbearable is Jack using the paddle when he stays up too late on nights he's sleeping in the apartment and Robby making him go to sleep without a twenty minute cuddle session in his old man rocking chair. So he'll put up his phone and roll over to go to sleep on time tonight.
dennis and trinity get one of those friendship bracelet making kits and trinity's like 'dude i made one for you, here you go' and hands dennis one that says cocksucker in sparkly letters with heart beads around it just for him to be like 'omg no way i just made you one' and it says lebsian (misspelled) with no other beads on it
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