shawn's "people will be surprised by how we begin (s3)" literally just means we're gonna see the moment robby gets home from sabbatical.
tooooo dennis whitaker jerking off in his bed and then we get the michael robinavitch balls deep in dennis whitaker explicit extended cut. noah wyle told me this btw he just really wanted sex scenes with gerran :/
Thank you for doing the lords work hypnosis training hucklerobby/abbott, please do more. This is so very important
When Jack was in high school, he learned magic to impress girls. When he was in college, he learned how to hypnotise them. It was just a fun fact about himself, something he shared during ice breakers that no one ever quite believed until it was later successfully displayed upon demand at bars and frat houses. The first time Robby saw Jack, he was hypnotising a freshman into acting like a kitten. He shook his head, thinking, “Who is this fool?” Jack’s interest in mentalism and mind control faded as their medical studies intensified, but their friendship never weakened.
When Robby returns from his sabbatical, he drops his bag in the doorway and sighs, “Jack…”
Jack dips his head back and grins lazily. He’s on the floor, by the fireplace, frantically fucking Dennis Whitaker, Robby’s student and housesitter. His boy, usually so bright and attentive, does not seem to notice his entrance. He has the same look that Jack’s college girls got when they were in a trance: his face is soft with a serene sort of blankness and his eyes are heavily-half lidded as if on the verge of sleep. His body, however, seems absolutely awake. There is nothing sleepy or unintentional about the strong doggy-style position he maintains beneath Jack. It is the product undoubtedly, of suggestion, ingrained in him just as easily as Robby’s teachings were.
His eyes glinting with mischief, Jack pants, “Dennis, greet Robby.”
“No, don’t you dare—Jack—” Robby jolts back in shock as Dennis instantly detaches himself from Jack, crawling away from him and towards Robby. His blue eyes find Robby, identify him, but they don’t seem to truly see him. He lacks any understanding that he is naked and drooling before his boss. But, when he grips Robby’s thighs, he feels the true power behind the touch. If Robby didn’t know better, he’d think there was desire behind it too.
Jack comes to a stand and (still pumping his red cock) and ambles over. “Ah ah ah,” he says to Dennis, who is eagerly licking and lapping at the crotch of Robby’s jeans. “You gotta unzip yourself. He isn’t the brightest.” He pets his hair. Dennis does not react to the touch.
Robby fights back a comment about how truly intelligent Dennis is. If he told Jack about all the quick saves Dennis has made at the hospital, the flawlessly accurate diagnoses he has made, the procedures learned that far outpace any ordinary R1, would he believe him? Robby looks down at Dennis. The denim he’s licking hasn’t been washed in months. His tongue finds the zipper and he delicately sucks on it, sucking it like it is a little penis, and his expression shows a complete contentment about this. Shit.
“Show me what he can do,” he growls as he unbuttons his pants and tugs down the zip. His cock jerks free, striking Dennis on the nose. It turns him cross-eyed, dumbly stunning him for a moment, before he chases it with his slick, gaping mouth. Dennis’ mouth feels heavenly. Suddenly Robby feels enraged with jealousy that, while he spent three months traveling North America, Jack was here, enjoying Dennis, moulding him into a perfect design of his own making.
Jack spills into his hand with a grunt. He hooks his arm around Robby’s neck, and, breath hot against his cheek, says, “Brother, he can do anything you want.”
dennis being insecure about the sound of his moans. :p
the first time he had sex with robby, he practically had his arm shoved in his mouth to muffle his sounds. each thrust into his eager cunt elicited a whine which was lost to his jumper sleeve.
an ex had compared his sex noises to a bitch in heat, a barnyard animal, a pornstar whose rent was due. slowly, he'd conditioned himself to hide his voice during intercourse, so he wouldn't scare his partner off, especially now that he had robby.
robby obviously hated this. he wanted to hear every gasp, every hitched breath, every groan caused by a critical hit to the younger's cervix.
dennis's eyebrows furrowed when robby seemed to suddenly pull out, leaving him completely empty. "r-robby, what's wrong? did i do something?" he asked nervously.
dennis was about to close his legs before robby grabbed a hold of his knees, pinning them back open. the sudden action forced a gasp from dennis.
"why're you doing that? keeping those sweet little noises from me.. have i not earned them?" robby asked, looking genuinely curious, and honestly a little disappointed.
immediately whitaker went into defense mode, "no, no, not you at all! it's just, like, i don't sound pretty when i moan, i guess? i dunno, i didn't want to ruin the mood," he explained, his cheeks somehow becoming more flushed.
with this new understanding, robby's eyebrows pinched, "if you don't uncover that pretty little mouth of yours, i might have to tie up those wrists tight enough to bruise. or i could just take you over my knee and spank that plush ass until you remember every time you sit down." his hand slid from dennis's knee all the way past his chubbed little t-dick, by his dripping hole, and all the way to his peachy ass. "understand, den?" he commanded in a low tone.
well, fuck, how is he supposed to argue with that? with a slow nod and a verbal, "yes, sir," robby slid back inside until he bottomed out. for the first time, he got to hear his boy's moans. high-pitched, choppy, and definitely loud enough to make his neighbors file a complaint, but robby wouldn't have it any other way.
aftercare that night included lots of praise to build back up dennis's self-esteem. "you sound so beautiful, pup." "oh, you did so well, sweet thing." "you have no idea what your moans do to me."
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if this seems familiar, i posted it yesterday but it got 0 traction so i'm reposting it today at a better time. anyway, meow meow, hope this doesn't suck.
Trans!Robby who has been particularly snappish at work today and Abbot is like “you really need to get laid” and Robby’s just like “yea because really people want old man pussy these days, as if”
Meanwhile, Whitaker, stood 5ft away who heard the words “old man pussy” and immediately came so hard he blacked out: 👀👋👅🫶🙏
Dennis is very clingy and intense in relationships. He sends multiple texts throughout the day, can't sleep without a goodnight phone call, says 'I love you' after two weeks, already has baby names picked out, steals clothes from the dirty washing just because they smell of his boyfriend. He knows this about himself though, mostly because all his previous relationships ended for this reason.
But now he's started dating Robby he really wants it to work because he's not felt this way about someone before. He's scared his true self will scare him off so he tries to keep it hidden. He keeps his distance and tries desperately to be casual. Restricting his contact to two or three messages a day, only spending one night a week at Robby's, being overly professional at work. He's convinced with this precautions in place he won't send Robby running.
Robby is so confused as to why his boyfriend barely wants to spend time with him. When they were just friends Dennis was so attentive and a constant presence. He'd send morning and goodnight texts, make sure their lunch breaks aligned at least three times a week, always looking for any excuse to spend time at Robby's. Now he's practically vanished.
Cue Robby spiralling because now he thinks Dennis never wanted more than friendship but felt he couldn't say no because at the end of the day Robby's his boss. It was Robby who suggested the first date, it was Robby who initiated the first kiss, it was Robby who wanted to become exclusive. Poor Dennis was just dragged along for the ride.
Eventually Robby tries to talk to Dennis, he's sure if they talk properly they can at least go back to being friends. He misses having Dennis around so he'd go back to what they had before if he had to. He asks him if he thinks it’s working between them or if maybe they were better as friends. Dennis panics and tries to work out what 'crazy boyfriend' shit he's done to push Robby away.
"Is it because I left my toothbrush at your house?"
"No, I didn't even notice."
"Were the home cooked packed lunches too much?"
"No, I loved those."
"Is it because I started using your aftershave?"
"No, I liked that."
Suddenly Dennis' heart drops, the list on his phone. Alphabetised baby names, each one ending with Robinavitch.
"Have you been on my phone?"
Now it's Robby's turn to panic, why would Dennis be so scared of him going on his phone. Unless there are messages on there that Dennis would rather he not sees.
"No, why? Are you seeing someone else?"
"As if! I'm far too in love with you to date anybody else."
Dennis realised what he's said, he's done it again and come on too strong. He's just about to apologise when suddenly he's being scooped up into Robby's arms as he whispers over and over how much he loves Dennis too.
They talk properly after that, share all their insecurities and Robby reassures Dennis that nothing he could do would scare him off because they are just two men pathetically obsessed with each other.
there’s a new street drug. it lowers your inhibitions and creates an urgent, persistent arousal. it’s novel, so researchers haven’t quite figured out it’s biochemical mechanisms, meaning treatment beyond letting it run its course is quite limited.
dennis somehow interacts with it. maybe, when diluted, it can be absorbed through the skin. dennis is mortified as soon as he realizes what happened.
he still struggles with guilt surrounding sex, especially his guilt surrounding who he wants to have sex with. and here he is, being faced with the fact that he is going to turn into a borderline incoherent sex-crazed idiot in 10-45 minutes.
he is going over the series of events with trinity and robby in the behavioral health room.
“i just-i can’t do this. can you sedate me?” dennis stammers, barely able to look them in the eyes. “please?” he begs.
robby sighs. “no, whitaker. we don’t know what contraindications there are. the drug’s too new.” robby says while rubbing his hands together in discomfort and looking up at the ceiling tile, “do you have any uh…partners i could call and discharge you to?”
trinity lets out a mean, ill-timed laugh. “he gets absolutely no play.”
“trinity!” dennis chides. he is in a double bind, embarrassed about any intimacy, just the same as the lack there of.
“santos!” robby glares at her for making this harder than it has to be. he redirects his stare back to his intern, who is currently staring off into space like he was facing a lethal injection. “whitaker, from reports, this is very painful to wait out alone. you’re sure there’s no one you’d at least want to ask?”
robby is basically imploring dennis to shoot his shot with anyone, literally fucking anyone. he couldn’t handle this kid being restrained while crying and whining to get his dick wet anytime someone came in for vitals. besides, dennis is cute, surely he had a friend, fuck, even a coworker willing to help him out. kim always seemed charmed.
trinity lets out an even more amused, even ruder, “ha!”
“santos! out!” robby orders the woman who’s shoulders were still shaking. “go get someone to run baseline vitals.”
she shoved a hand over her mouth, muttering, “shit. i’m sorry dennis. i gotta go.”
the door clicks behind her. robby walks his rolling stool a little closer to dennis, looking up at him slightly on the patient bed. “listen i know this sucks.” he put a comforting hand on dennis’s knee, hoping his voice sounds soothing and totally not jealous at all. “but it’s my professional opinion that you should at least try to find someone to…” he hesitates on he wording. “ride this out with.” robby cringes. “shit. that sounded dirty.”
dennis feels his blood vessels dilate, the lights seem brighter, there is no filter stopping his suddenly tingling mouth from forming the words. “you. can you do it?”
hello it's me filling up your inbox bc you have time to write!
i mean, apart from uh, pt 4, of kidnapped dennis, which would be looooovely.
Can I pls request some toxic obsessed rabbot who like ... talk about Dennis amongst themselves and decide between each other that yes, they WILL be pursuing that twink and they WILL. have him and all the while Dennis is just kinda. bopping along, entirely unaware that he's being hunted?
i love your work so much ❤️
TYY!! Part four is posted + part five is in the works !! And this is a little extra treat cause toxic obsessive Rabbot is my bread and butter fr — this originally was not going to be fauxcest but…here we are, sorry it took so long!
cw. toxic! Rabbot, fauxcest (pleaseeee match my freak y’all), dubcon, use of dad/daddy + kid/kiddo, brief mention of abuse (not Rabbot), infidelity, sorry i lowks dropped some plot in the porn, not edited
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Dennis isn’t born yet — isn’t even a thought in his mother's head, when she leaves Nebraska. It’s the abuse that drives her to abandon her three boys. The heavy hand of her husband. The drinking problem that fuels the anger, which makes his words acidic and his touch searing.
She ends up in Pittsburgh. It’s where her sister lives. And she hasn’t talked to her sister in years now, doesn’t even know she’s married, until she’s standing on the brick and board steps to her sister's townhouse, in the middle of the day, and it’s not her sister who answers, but a man. He says his name is Jack.
They work out a nice little arrangement.
She lives with her sister, and Jack, and for a while, everything is peaceful. It’s Jack who helps her through the medical side of things when she realizes she’s pregnant. It’s Jack who drives her to the hospital when she goes into labor, and it’s Jack’s friend Robby who delivers the baby in the ambulance bay of the ED, because she couldn’t make it those few steps inside.
Dennis becomes his mother's pride and joy. The one good thing that came from her relationship with his father.
And sometimes, it’ll creep up on her, the remorse, the guilt for the sons she couldn’t raise, but when she looks at Dennis’s sweet face, wide-blue eyes the color of the Nebraskan sky, she’s glad she got out.
Dennis’s mother dies in a car crash. A drunk driver and a head-on collision, and his mother is dead in less than five minutes, and the other driver walks away with a concussion.
Dennis is old enough to be on his own by then, an adult, but just barely. Alone now, in the world. No familial ties except the ones that reside in the townhouse, and those distant Nebraskan connections adrift in the wind.
His aunt and his uncle let him stay. And Dennis is grateful for it. He doesn’t want to be on his own.
When his aunt gets sick, Dennis gets nervous. He’s in his twenties by then. And maybe it’s selfish for him to think of himself when she’s the one with cancer, but he can’t help it.
Growing up, Dennis didn't see much of Jack, night shifts at the hospital and incompatible schedules, lending to a distant relationship between the two, despite the fact that they lived together. And it’s fine, but without the bridging connection of Dennis's aunt, Jack has no reason to keep Dennis.
Especially not because Dennis harbors Jack’s secret. Because Dennis knows what he saw late one night, sneaking into the kitchen for a glass of water, not realizing Jack was home.
The moonlight had come in at just the right angle to illuminate them— Jack and Robby, making out, hands moving in jerky movements between their bodies, the wet, slick sounds of their mouths like a gunshot in the night.
Dennis had frozen in the entryway, staring, half-hard in his sweatpants, uncomprehending. Because Dennis knew Robby — as a friend of Jack’s, as a funny story told by his mom when she would recount to Dennis the details of his birth — but Robby as Jack’s secret lover? That didn’t compute.
Dennis went back to bed that night and touched himself to the image of Jack and Robby bathed in moonlight in the kitchen, and in the morning, when nothing seemed to have changed, Dennis put it out of his mind, despite the guilt that threatened to consume him.
When his aunt dies, and Robby comes to live with them, Dennis is still playing at faux incomprehension. Letting Jack sell him a story about how it’ll be easier with rent if they have another person. Dennis is just glad he’ll be kept. That Jack isn’t tossing him out immediately.
And it works, except that when Dennis tries to bring someone home during the night — an older man, grey in his beard and his hair, with dark eyes that are almost familiar — he forgets Robby will be there. He’s too embarrassed to fuck the man, not with Robby’s dark gaze peering up over his reading glasses, assessing Dennis with a knowing look as he enters the living room.
“A friend?” Robby asks.
“Yeah.” Dennis says, and then sends said “friend” home fifteen minutes later, while Robby’s getting ready for bed.
That’s how Dennis ends up being sat down for a talk. Jack and Robby watching him over the dining room table.
“Listen, Dennis, we don’t care who you’re into.”
They do care, they just won’t admit it.
“Just don’t bring them home. We don’t want strangers under our roof, okay, kid?”
And Dennis nods and agrees, and pretends that being called kid by Jack doesn’t do something for him.
Meanwhile, Jack and Robby are losing their minds over this new revelation, fucking each other through the frustration of knowing Dennis is into older men, but not them.
They’re trying to figure out how to reveal their interests. To not scare the kid off before they can have their way with him.
It starts out as little comments,
“Go tell Dad, food's ready.”
Dennis is sitting at the kitchen table, watching Robby cook. He startles at Robby’s words. “What?”
This is a new routine for them, sharing meals. Dennis is used to eating his food in his room, but recently, Jack has insisted they all eat together, and not the takeout Dennis is used to, but full meals with actual vegetables in them.
“You heard me.” Robby’s voice is firm, and his gaze, unwavering.
Dennis petulantly mumbles, “He’s not my dad.” But he goes to find Jack anyway, and Robby triumphantly takes note of the dark flush on Dennis’s face and the tense set of his shoulders.
One night, when Dennis tries to slink away to his room, Jack is calling to him with a,
“Kid, c’mere for a sec.”
And then he’s pulling Dennis down onto the couch.
And his arm is around Dennis’s shoulders, and Dennis is half in Jack’s lap because the couch is too small to fit them, especially with Robby on his other side, thigh pressed to Dennis’s.
“Have you thought about where you want to do your rotations?” Because of course Jack and Robby want him at the PTMC, with them.
Later, when Dennis is in the shower, he can’t help the way he hardens at the memory of it, of the way he presses his forearm to the tile wall, and uses his free hand to stroke his cock, thinking of Jack’s voice in his ear, low and gravelly, and the warmth of both of them on either side of him.
He feels so, so guilty for it too. That’s his aunt's ex-husband, a man he had grown up with, a man he used to call uncle. Of course, Jack doesn’t have any weird intentions with Dennis; he’s just being helpful, parental even. And Robby didn’t mean dad in the way Dennis thought of it. It wasn’t lewd, it was an offhanded comment that’s all.
Dennis finishes, biting his tongue, thinking of Jack and Robby.
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Dennis comes home drunk one night. It’s following a shitty hookup where the guy could barely get it up, came in five seconds, and then didn’t even bother to make Dennis finish.
Dennis is irritated and worked up, and of course, Jack and Robby are home. They’re in Jack’s room, in bed. The door is open, spilling warm light out into the hall. And Dennis has stopped pretending to not notice them in there, together, but tonight he doesn’t want to talk to either of them. Doesn’t want them to see the weird tinge of desperation around him. To look at him and understand that these hookups he’s been having are poor imitations of what he actually wants.
“Where have you been?” That’s Jack’s voice. Dennis pauses outside the doorway, hovering. He doesn’t answer.
“Come in here, and look at me when I’m talking to you, kid.”
Dennis does, eyes rolling in irritation.
“Where were you?” Jack repeats.
“Out.” Dennis huffs, arms folding across his chest, and Robby raises an eyebrow at the tone of voice Dennis takes up.
“Out?” Jack says.
And Dennis can’t help it, the surge of irritation, the sudden anger at Jack and Robby for putting the idea in his head in the first place with casual touches, and low murmurs, and their proximity. “You’re not my fucking dad, stop acting like you are.”
There’s silence for a long moment. Dennis squirms at it. He wants to take the words back immediately, but he bites his tongue.
“No I’m not.” When Jack speaks his words are slow, carefully chosen. His eyes don’t waver from Dennis’s. “But you wish I was, don’t you, kid?”
“What?” The squeak in Dennis’s voice is embarrassing, and he can feel his cheeks warming from a combination of the alcohol and Jack’s words. And worst of all, he’s getting hard. The acknowledgment of it enough for heat to surge through him.
Robby’s eyes drop to the tent in Dennis’s pants. His smile is a touch mean. Dennis waits to be chastised, but instead Robby says, “C’mere kiddo, let your dad’s take care of you.”
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Dennis ends up between them on the bed.
Robby has his hand in Dennis’s hair, guiding Dennis down on him. "Fuck, kiddo, could've told us sooner if you wanted a daddy. Can get what you want right here, no reason to go anywhere else." And Dennis can’t speak, mouth too full with Robby, eyes watering from the stretch of it, of the rough way Robby fucks into his mouth.
And Jack is behind Dennis, gripping Dennis’s hips and pulling him in with every thrust, panting out, “Promised your aunt I’d take care of ya—” Dennis whines around Robby, choking as Robby’s cock hits the back of his throat and gags him at the same time that Jack’s cock pushes into the sweet spot inside him. “Think I’m doing an okay job, huh, kid?”
Robby pulls out of Dennis’s mouth, spit soaking his cock as he fists it above Dennis’s face. “Go on, kiddo, tell your Dad how good he’s doing. Tell Dad how thankful you are.”
Dennis does, whining, eyes squeezed shut and tears leaking down his cheeks. “Thank you, Dad, thank you for — for everything.” And Jack groans, folding himself over Dennis so he can stroke Dennis’s cock until Dennis is coming, crying as he does, because he never did need those hookups. All he needed was his dad’s.
There are certain aspects of Dennis' canon character that are so frequently overlooked. Some parts I know why, others I do not. His affinity for funk music (emphasised on multiple occasions) is the characteristic that seems most frequently absent in my view, but I also see little consideration for the fact that he believes in karma. Additionally, he snaps the neck of a small animal with his bare hands without a second thought. This is so interesting to me. I think about it daily.
new hc, robby spends the days before leaving for his sabbatical carefully creating several of those dildos moulded in the shape of his own cock, and leaving them tactfully in the top draw of his bedside table.
he's not naive, he knows dennis will poke around a bit, and he knows he'll find them pretty soon. and, not to be vain, he knows his cock is fucking hot. it's big, and veiny, and the perfect thickness to stretch a first year intern out nice and good.
he leaves ample lube in the draw too, setting the trap perfectly. he knows dennis won't be able to resist fucking himself to an orgasm on robby's bed, not with the hungry eyes the boy keeps giving him. he wonders if dennis will realise the dildos aren't standard models from the Internet, if his cut cock head will give it away...
either way, when that pretty little intern does go poking through that draw, robby will be waiting, phone connected right to one of the hidden cameras in the room corners- rest assured, he's going to get every angle of dennis stuffing himself full in robby's bed, prostate getting abused by robby's cock even when he's hundreds of miles away.
when robby comes home weeks too early, that's when he'll really pounce.
Dennis doesn’t realize how much of a sadist Jack is until he watches a horror movie with him. A particularly gnarly scare happens and Dennis jumps and nuzzles into Jack trying to hide his eyes from the screen. He blinks up at Jack wide eyed and starts laughing nervously at the ridiculousness of getting scared and hiding into his boyfriend like a teen girl, but Jack just has this look in his eye like he could eat Whitaker. Dennis looks down and can see the obvious bulge and almost instinctively reaches for it, but Jack grabs Dennis’s chin and guides his head towards the screen. This horror movie will do for now, but Jack now knows he wants to solely own Dennis’s fear.
and another one for chapter 36 (fanfic The Car's in Reverse by third_crow @itsfrthebirds )!!! because making the meme wasn't enough. i HAD to draw smitten Robby as well
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