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[wisteria--grows]

Two things I cannot find but desperately want to:

- a short story. plot: a dystopia where everything in life is a smart device, including the toaster and kids playroom. parents have an epiphany? see something? and shut the house down. kids are enraged, set the playroom to an African desert. kids trick parents into going in, parents are eaten by lions. kids turn the house back on.

- a tribe in South America that lived in a mountain. they had a written language and lots of documents are preserved. randomly, for no identifiable reason, their writing goes insane and is like a completely different language and everyone dies within a few years. I read an article about this in a hs freshman history class and cannot find it and can't find my teachers email

[assiraphales]

imagine living before it was common knowledge that some birds have the capability to not only mimic noises but can TALK. if I heard a disembodied voice from the trees I too would think a demon was after my soul. where’s my damn crucifix

[tripleabatterybuni]

Imagining trans Dennis who can't come from his hands alone, so he's embarrassed to his core that he's actually never orgasmed.

Not like he could get toys sent to the farm, and there are no sex stores in Broken Bow. Then he was homeless, and every penny went to food and his med school bills.

So maybe he's never really understood the appeal of jerking off. And none of the very, very few partners he had ever gave enough of a shit to check he also came before promptly kicking him out. So even sex was more trouble than he thought it was worth.

All this to say when pleasure dom Abbot finally gets his hands on the kid, he blows Dennis's fucking mind.

Dennis has more orgasms in one week with that man than he has had in his entire life.

[tripleabatterybuni]

In the breathy fake moans Dennis used with past partners - Don't stop Don't stop I'm almost thereeeeeee

[tripleabatterybuni]

No but actually thinking about this more, and after Jack asks if he faked it Dennis explains that he's never cum before. He's just not very sensitive, so he doesn't think it's really possible.

And then cut to Jack with a vibrator and a bullet, Dennis writhing and squirming so pretty in front of him. Jack splayed out between his boys thighs, getting to see up close which settings and angles get the best sounds out of Dennis until suddenly-

"Wait, Jack- I- I think I have to pee." Fucking music to Jack's ears, "No, no really I have to- fuck I'm gonna piss- let me up! Let me-" Dennis starts scrambling, so embarrassed, muscles clamping down out of his control, nearly crying "Jack really- ohmygod I'm gonna- I'm gonns piss your bed!"

Jack just holds his thighs down with his biceps, forcing Dennis to stay in place, to take it while Abbot keeps the settings and pressure just right.

Dennis slaps his hands over his eyes, keening as he tries to hide from the shame of it.

And then Dennis comes so hard he nearly arches off the bed, whiting out. Sounding like someone just kicked him in the stomach.

Heart clenching and muscles spasming through the waves of pleasure as he paints the toys and Jack's hands with his slick.

[puppydogwhitaker]

robby didn’t like losing things. it was just a coincidence that he’d lost a lot.

maybe that was why when dennis said he was going to finish out his residency at a rural hospital, robby went to home depot instead of a bar.

it was just that…dennis was his. whether the boy knew it or not, robby needed him. ever since that first day in peds, when dennis had stumbled upon him in his sorry state, robby had grown attached in a dire way. and dennis needed the direction. he needed the squeezes and the chastising and the direction. dennis needed robby too.

if dennis thought he wanted to leave robby, he’d have to do it kicking, scratching, and screaming. (although, that would be such a big tantrum for his perfect baby.)

it was stupidly easy. robby couldn’t believe how trusting and naive his little boy was. it assured robby that he was making the right choice. dennis would’ve been hurt sooner or later by a much less benevolent creep.

dennis didn’t question why robby invited him over for one last dinner, and then only gave him chicken tenders and fries. he just asked if robby had ranch. hidden valley specifically, ‘because the other ones are gross.’ robby just fondly shook his head, drinking in the pout dennis could barely conceal. the amount of ketchup he used for three chicken tenders was a little obscene, but robby wasn’t going to deny his baby that.

he gave dennis a glass of apple juice, not watered down (yet). it had to cover the taste of what he’d snuck in.

dennis was half way through his bowl of ice cream when he said, “dr. robby, i feel funny.”

robby walked away from the counter he was wiping down. “really, denny? what’s wrong?”

“i um-my brain’s going slow.” robby pretended to be concerned. “i’m really tired.” dennis was searching for words and diagnoses he was sure he had somewhere in his mind. syncopal episode, possible TIA, ocular migraine, they all alluded him.

robby nodded, not being able to resist cupping dennis’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against the bottom of dennis’s eye bags. “you should lie down.” dennis tried to stand, but his legs were jelly. “whoa there, buddy. let daddy help.”

dennis couldn’t even formulate an opinion on robby calling himself daddy, and when they got upstairs, dennis paid no attention to the state of the room he was deposited in.

privacy films on the windows, alarms and locks fixed to the sills, no internal doorknob…a plasticky racecar bed.

robby shushed dennis as he gently undressed him, putting on the appropriate clothes for a little boy.

robby couldn’t wait for dennis to wake up so they could play.

[gaynehollander]

One year, for the MLH awards, when Shane knows he’s winning the Art Ross, having just nudged out Ilya in points this season, he decides to surprise his husband.

Just as the video package, highlighting Shane and other finalists, wraps up, he turns to Ilya and whispers “I’m wearing a plug.”

Shane’s name is announced and he rises from his seat with a painted on media-smile as Ilya sputters beside him, eyes wide and hand digging into Shane’s forearm as though to keep him from going to the stage. Shane places a kiss on his cheek and carefully loosens his grip before walking away, leaving Ilya looking downright furious behind him.

Twitter is loving it, most people assuming that Ilya is playing up their competitiveness for the cameras with his reaction to Shane’s win and that the huge grin on Shane’s face when he thanks his husband and captain in his speech is him rubbing his victory in Ilya’s face. Little do they know that Shane is delighting in the knowledge that Ilya’s in the midst of having an aneurysm with how quickly all the blood in his body migrated to his dick, thrilled at the thought of how Ilya will make him pay for it once they’re alone.

[misscandyla]

In that comic, In-ho goes back to Gayeong’s house to ask for Gi-hun’s jacket back.

He and Gayeong exchange phone numbers, and they start talking and getting closer. They always talk about Gi-hun, but Gayeong also starts talking about school, her routine, her enemies, her grades... and In-ho becomes more and more attached to her, especially because of how much she resembles Gi-hun

So they’re friends, and he’s one of Gayeong’s emergency contacts. Gi-hun would strangle him

[mr-stendahl]

Gihun, looking at Inho gets close to Gayeong:

[thefuzzzz]

Dennis who is crazy touch starved and just. Does not notice. He’s been cuddling pillows his whole life and wanting for something that he couldn’t name, so he figured when he finally got with Jack and Robby that the feeling would go away. It, stubbornly, did not. Whatever itch it was remained unscratched.

Jack and Robby, oblivious to this, were trying to let Dennis ease into the relationship. The two of them had been together for years, and had kind of forgotten what it was like to be new to a relationship. So, if Dennis didn’t explicitly ask, they didn’t do a whole lot of physical touch. But, he rarely asked.

Robby was sitting on the couch with him one night, Dennis curled up against the arm of the plush fabric and his legs bend by Robby’s side. Robby’s hand brushed his knee, and his leg extended to lay across his lap. A little amused, Robby rubbed his leg and watched him absolutely melt into him.

Then, Jack had a similar experience. They were in the kitchen together, he he just needed Dennis to move over a bit so he could get into a drawer, so he guided him to the side with a hand on his back and hip. Dennis blinked up at him and leaned into his side, pressing their ribs together. Jack chuckled, “Sorry, baby, just needed you to move.” Dennis’s cheeks flushed and he shuffled to the side. Jack was sure to run a hand over his spine a few more times that night.

It all culminated one night as the three were lying in bed together, trying to sleep. Dennis was kinda wiggly most nights, but tonight especially he just couldn’t get himself comfortable. Jack patted his arm. “Sugar, get comfy. Bedtime.”

Dennis gave an annoyed little whine and pushed his arm up into Jack’s hand. Experimentally, he wrapped his whole arm around Dennis, who snuggled into it.

“Is that what keeps you from tossing and turning?” Robby hummed. “Cuddles?” He wrapped Dennis up in his arms too and watched the boy fall asleep within the minute.

From then on, they didn’t hold back with the touching.

[flipperoclock]

Pope who is so handsy with Dennis. As soon as Dennis agreed to be his boyfriend he couldn't take his hands off of him. It makes Andrew feel grounded, more than any drug or quick hookup, it makes Smurf's voice vanish and makes him feel like a real person for once.

It starts mundane: hand holding, an arm around his waist, Pope's palm on his thigh whenever he's driving. After a while, probably after they fuck for the first time, it gets territorial. His grip on Dennis is tighter, more possessive and more to show that Dennis is his.

The groping first started in their apartment; Andrew pressed behind Dennis as he made dinner, Pope's arms wrapped tightly around the younger's waist and his head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He was so close, each breath in taking in more of Dennis' intoxicating smell. Before long his hands started to wander over Dennis' clothes, tracing along his arms, and down his chest, savoring the muscle built up from days on the farm. He slowly palmed the blonde's pecs, tracing his thumbs over Dennis' nipples. In front of him he heard Dennis' breath hitch, and Andrew could feel his pulse quicken beneath his skin. Moving his hands down further he savored the slight curves of Dennis' body before resting his hands on his thighs. Gently his massaged the clothed area lazily, dipping inwards from time to time, drawing out a breathless, "Andrew", from the man above him. After what must have been a minuet or so he move one hand up ghosting over the fabric that held Dennis' boner. He moved his other hand back, never taking it off of Dennis, and traced over his ass. It was almost methodical in the way that he took his time kneading into the hidden skin, pulling soft whines from Dennis whenever he touched a spot just right.

Dennis soon realized that this calmed down Andrew almost ten times faster than normal and also that the idea that the older man felt comfortable enough to touch him like that whenever was super hot. It became a constant in the apartment; Andrew always having a hand on his ass or bulge, slowly taking out his day on Dennis' body as if it was a stress ball.

The first time it happened out of the house Dennis almost lost it, having to step out of the conversation he was in to confront Andrew (both out of shock and how horny it made him). But over time it became something normal, although much more subtle. And Dennis loved it, the casualness of it all. Intimacy made so normal between them that it was like breathing, even if it was strange to others, it was a comfort not having to hide.

Eventually he remembers that he can reciprocate it after one one day when Pope's constant touched turned into them fucking and he couldn't get his hands off of Andrew's massive tits.

[depsidase]

[redstonedust]

yall ever lose interest in something so you stop seeking out content for it and your brain will be like. wow its so crazy that that thing used to be everywhere and then everyone stopped talking about it. so crazy that it fell off like that because nobody is talking about it on my personal curated social media and youtube algorithms. surely no other factors here.

[sammyinhalloweentown]

In relation to this post

Dennis is 25, grew up in a small town in Nebraska, and spent many years focused on his studies to become a doctor so it’s not that unreasonable to think that his sexual life up until he meets Robby was… boring, to say the least. So, Dennis assumes it’s just how it is and it’s him who doesn’t see the appeal.

When he and Robby start going out it’s all very PG-13, Robby doesn’t want to rush Dennis into anything and Dennis is just not that interested in sex.

Until one day, maybe their fifth date, they’re at Robby’s and they start making out. Robby makes an advance and Dennis sighs. Robby moves back immediately and asks what’s wrong. One thing leads to another and Dennis explains he just finds sex very boring. He tells Robby how back at home he hadn’t been able to come out, and then in college it was all lousy blowjobs and unsatisfying missionary (in which Dennis never came because he’s a bottom so that’s normal, right?).

Robby listens and gets progressively more irritated, specially when Dennis mentions a certain toxic ex boyfriend who used to leave Dennis wanting and blamed Dennis for anytime he couldn’t get it fully up.

By the end of it, Robby just explodes in a rant of “that motherfucker, if I ever catch him on my ED”, “to push his erectile dysfunction on you.”

It’s the first time Dennis sees anyone this upset and protective over him and it stirs something in him. He finds Robby so hot like this. He can’t get a word in, so he just pulls the older man into a deep kiss.

It’s messy, all teeth and tongue, by the time they pull apart, Robby’s warm brown eyes are blown dark with lust.

“Why don’t you show me what all the fuss is about?” It’s all Robby needs to hear to whisk Dennis away to his bedroom.

Robby starts sweet and slow, taking his time sucking Dennis’ cock while also finger fucking him, but as moans start pouring out of Dennis’ mouth, Robby gets more and more eager and he gets a bit rougher.

Dennis starts to lose it, he loves the sweet stretching burn and the way Robby grazes his teeth when he’s all the way down on him. Robby takes notice and the louder Dennis goes, the rougher he gets. Dennis ends up coming down Robby’s throat, his fingers tangled in his hair, cursing and crying out Robby’s name.

Robby gives him just enough time to catch his breath, his head is still swimming in the endorphins of the best orgasm he’s ever had. Robby trails kisses up Dennis torso and to his neck and stops by Dennis’ ear. “Turn over.” His voice is low and hoarse. Robby’s words are not a request, and the way it makes Dennis’ body react is downright unfair. Dennis tries to voice a half-hearted complaint but Robby shushes him. “It wasn’t a request.”

Robby wastes no more time. He grabs Dennis by his waist and turns him over. Before he knows, Dennis is on his knees, a pillow sliding under his pelvis. He only has time to pull himself on his forearms when Robby slowly pushes himself inside him.

Dennis’ breath catches, he feels impossibly full, he hears Robby let out the most delicious groan before he starts moving.

Robby rails Dennis into the mattress, the pleasure that builds is more intense than anything he’s ever felt before. He’s glad for the supporting pillow because all his limbs feel like jelly. Soon enough his arms give out and he’s moaning into the pillow.

“Fuck, you feel so good… Such a good boy for me, look at you taking me so well.”

Dennis is so close again, he’s right at the edge. Robby’s words put him there but he stays at the edge for what it feels like forever. He sobs into the pillow just wanting that sweet release.

He hears Robby growl out a curse and in a few more erratic thrusts the older man comes inside of Dennis. It’s all Dennis needs to reach his peak again. With a loud cry he comes all over the pillow, his body trembling with the strength of his orgasm.

When he comes back to himself, Robby has taken away the dirty pillow and cleaned him up. He’s holding Dennis and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“I get it now,” Dennis mumbles blissfully.

“Hmm?”

“I get the fuss.”

Robby chuckles. “That was just the start…”

Dennis hums. “Promises.”

[dilffuckerr]

Dennis and Robby have been dating for a few months now and Robby’s never been happier. And it’s apparent in his figure as he has gained some happy/relationship weight on top of what was already his slight old man belly. 

Dennis is absolutely obsessed with the now clear slope of Robby’s stomach under his scrub top. Sometimes when they’re at home and Robby’s lounging in an old shirt, it’ll rise up when stretches revealing his soft tummy. Dennis is practically salivating. 

It was until one night when Dennis , visibly in the mood and trying to get Robby engaged. Robby for whatever odd reason insisted on turning off the lights. This process repeated a few more nights until Dennis finally decided to confront him. 

“Michael. What’s with the lights.” Dennis asks, voice firm. Robby tries to deflect and Dennis isn’t having it, continuing to push until he finally cracks. 

“Dennis I’m fat,” he says exasperated. 

Dennis laughs before clearing his throat, hands sliding to Robby’s hips. “Michael. You’re not fat- and even if you were fat that doesn’t mean I want the lights of when we have sex.”

“Not fat- baby I’ve gained like- twenty pounds!” He practically whined. In response Dennis slides his hand up the older man’s shirt, gently squeezing the soft flesh. 

“Michael. Please. Let me show you how attractive I find you,” he pleads, hips steady grinding against Robby’s thigh. 

“Fuck,” is all Robby can groan, before Dennis is hovering above his belly, sliding off his boxers. 

“Gonna show you how much I like this belly,” he bites his bottom lip and lowers himself, clit dragging against the thick hair covering it. 

Dennis lets out low moans, thighs squeezing either side of Robby, humping his belly. His breathing uneven rather quickly, “so hot Michael,” he falls slightly forward, hips stuttering before slick squirts from his folds, soaking Robby. 

Robby immediately pulls Dennis in close, “love you baby, love you so much,” he kisses Dennis cheek. 

“Lights on. Always,” he exhales against Robby’s neck. 

“Lights on,” Robby agrees.

[puppydogwhitaker]

“but are people like me, you know…welcome?” dennis asked while looking at labs on one of the communal tablets.

trinity quirked her head to the side while typing. “what’s that supposed to mean? it’s a pride night! of course you’re welcome.”

dennis looked up and took in her confused face. “so, they’re chill with allies being there?” trinity’s mouth dropped open. she didn’t reply, which made dennis scared he’d said something wrong. “i don’t mean anything by it! i’ve just seen some stuff on twitter about allies making pride about themselves.”

victoria was lurking in the back, eavesdropping on everything, but when it became obvious trinity didn’t know what to say, she chimed in. “den, what do you mean ally?” she said it with that vocal fry dennis kinda loved.

“am i-am i not supposed to call myself that?” he wondered. he really was trying. in the past five years, he’d learned a lot about how to word things. was he not an ally yet? was there a new word for it?

trinity, mostly recovered from her uncharacteristic speechlessness, replied, “so are you not…” she trailed off.

“what?” dennis demanded. “not what? i’m not homophobic, if that’s what your asking.”

“no, den. no one thinks you’re homophobic,” victoria soothed, while stepping closer. “i guess we both assumed you were queer.”

dennis’s face twisted up. he wasn’t offended exactly. being thought of as queer wasn’t offensive he reminded himself. “why would you think that?”

trinity and victoria looked at each other in alarm, then looked to dr. robby, who was unsubtly listening, then back at dennis.

trinity, not having time to get into all of it, said, “let’s talk about this at home.”

[puppydogwhitaker]

dennis moaned, “want-want you to knot me, daddy.”

robby stilled, fully seated in dennis. “wait, what?”

and, oh wow, that was embarrassing. dennis shoved his head into the pillow, so his words were a little muffled. “just ignore that, please.”

“no, what’s a knot in this context?” robby asked while running a hand up and down dennis’s side.

how does one explain to their fifty year old boyfriend that they read insane werewolf smut? how does one explain that they wanted to be bred but in, like, a fictional way? fuck, he shouldn’t have stayed up late to read that book last night.

dennis swallowed nervously, wiggling against the cock still in his ass. “it’s just-it’s just a thing from my books. it’s nothing, keep going.”

so robby did. he kept going. he fucked dennis so well he forgot all about his embarrassing admission. then, when dennis was asleep, robby went into the man’s backpack and opened his kindle.

robby poured over his library and it was full of titles like the alpha who loved me, an omega’s decision, the fated mates. robby opened one that seemed to be what dennis was currently reading. it was some of the filthiest shit he’d ever seen, and he’d read classic bodice rippers.

apparently a knot was when a dick got super big and basically locked the two partners together. there was an underlying sweetness to the perversion. dennis wanted to be mates in this fantastical way. he wanted to be physically tied for a period of time.

robby booted up his laptop to see what type of things were available for this. he’d knot dennis if that was what he wanted.

[puppiegracie]

robby fucking dennis awake <3 sliding slowly inside his boy's pliant, sleeping form, grinding his hips against den's ass to bury himself as deep as possible. babbling that he's so warm like this, baby, so fucking tight.. god, you're so wet for me, you were having a nice dream, huh? dreaming about this? daddy's cock stuffed inside your perfect little puppyparts? aww, baby, I know, I know...

dennis drooling against the sheets, whining sleepy and broken as robby fucks him awake, slow rolls of his hips, in and out of den's silky, fluttering hole. it's white-hot bliss, the delicious drag of robby's thick cock against all the sensitive places inside of him. his little tdick is swollen, hard, pulsing steadily between his legs, making him even hazier. a-aaahnn... da-addy, daddy, p'ease.. please... mmnhh, mhmm... s'full...

robby holding dennis so close, arms around his waist, spooning him while he fucks him good and deep. one big hand is splayed out on den's soft tummy, and he rubs slow circles, petting his puppy. gooood boy, there you are, my sleepy little pup. you're alright, you're okay... just let daddy make you feel so good, kiddo. all stuffed inside my boy, huh? you like being full of daddy? like being sooo close t'me? I know, I know you do.... fuuck, puppy, daddy's gonna cum... gonna pump your little puppyparts full of daddy's love, mhmm...

dennis moaning and whimpering pitifully into the sheets as robby cums, cheeks flushed. the burst of warmth spreading in his stomach coupled with robby's fingers sliding down to jerk his little dick is enough to send him over the edge, hiccuping cries of daddy, daddy, daddy— as he cums, soaking robby's dick, cunt squeezing and fluttering with the waves of his orgasm. he goes limp, sleepy all over again, limbs so pleasantly heavy and weak. robby just kisses his curls and keeps him cradled close, softening cock plugging his hole, keeping the warm cum inside.

shh, puppy, you're okay. just go back to sleep, huh? daddy's right here, daddy's gotcha... love you so much, sweetheart. sooo much. <3

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Anyway, i may include this if i ever do write this, but dennis who has scarring from either abuse by his parents or a precious partner.

He gets hurt by a patient one time, maybe knocked unconscious and they contact Andrew bc thats his emergency contact. They have to change him into a gown, and they see the scars and are aware of Andrews violent past, so as soon as he arrives theres a confrontation.

They’ve connected the wrong dots, and Andrews being kept in the family room away from dennis, which is stressing him the fuck out and making everyone more suspicious, and Ahmad is keeping a close eye on him, all the while he is yelling that he would never hurt him, he didnt do anything, it wasnt him.

And then when dennis regains consciousness and has to speak to Kiara, and he clarifies that his scarring is from before Andrew, there is now this new tension between his work/life balance because of those accusations and the mistrust of someone he has loved for years

[blueangelbby]

Need more dead dove fics asap. Stop making jokes about Dennis being kidnapped and turned into Hucklerobby/hucklerabbot whatever’s kept boy and COMMIT TO IT