pup Dennis finally getting impregnated by old dog jack
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Tw: animalistic traits
(Just a small draft)
This is not happening he is hallucinating
Robby thinks as he sees Jack lick Dennis’ cunt softly not in a sexual way but more of a carrying and gentle gesture to the puppy who is currently belly up with sleepy eyes, but what caught Robby’s attention was Dennis’ belly it was now rounder and his nipples look puffier than they did before, initially he thought the roundness was from the well diverse diet he had given to his pups but now the pup’s belly just seems rounder than it did before while Jack stayed looking like a well loved fit dog.
Coming back to my account here loll I swear I’ll write more soon~ (╥﹏╥)
rabbot being really concerned when they see bruises on dennis and they won't drop it so eventually he just goes "i like when older men beat me, ok? :/ yeahhh now we're all uncomfortable, hope you guys are satisfied."
Dennis is so fuckdumb, lying on the bed after being thoroughly railed. Robby and Jack had both miraculously cum multiple times, and each time it had been stuffed into Dennis’s cunt. He had begged for it, begged to be bred and filled. Who were they to deny?
By the time they had finished, Dennis had cum his brains out, and had so much of his husbands in him that his stomach was swollen. The older men began to press down on his stomach lightly, trying to ease it out of their boy. But Dennis wails and curls up, clutching his stomach.
“Nooo! My baby!” He pouts, petting his stomach gently. Hazily, he looks down at the small swell with a wobbly but genuine smile. “Hi, baby. I love youuuu.”
“Good God, he thinks its a baby.” Jack whispers, and Robby barely holds back a groan.
dennis calling jack when he's at the gym and has his airpods in, but he doesn't talk to jack.
he just keeps his mic on so that jack can hear the way his breath shakes a little when he's on his last rep of a set. the way he whines on accident just barely, just loud enough to get picked up, when he tries to go up in weight but can't get more than two reps in. the way he groans when he un-racks the bar and feels the full weight of it pressing down on him.
jack loves it. loves how a good workout makes dennis sound the way he does during sex (and jack makes sure that sex always counts as a good workout, cardio is important). sometimes he'll palm himself while he listens, sometimes he'll just have dennis's call playing in the background while he's reading or doing chores. but he always makes sure to throw out some praise to his boy.
i know you can do it, sweetheart. that one sounded rough, but you did so good. send some pump pics, yeah? or maybe you can come over after and give me a little show?
jack sending robby a video of dennis when he's like barely half awake and he's doing the thing where you say all of a dog's favorite words to see how they react and dennis keeps opening his eyes in interest before trying to go back to sleep
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
“daddy pass the salt” trope with hucklerabbot lmaoo
dennis brings his partners home for the first time, having coached his family and his partners extensively to play nice and be nice, only for it to go fuck all anyway at a slip-up.
“daddy,” dennis’ voice rings out, obviously distracted. “can you please pass the salt?”
robby and dennis’ dad reach for it at the same time, the two of them acting on instinct, only for every conversation in the room to screech to a halt at that. robby’s hand is hovering so close to jacob’s, their fingertips near touching, and everyone watches as an angry flush climbs from his neck up to his temple. poor man looks like he’s about to faint.
dennis doesn’t look any different. he’s so flushed that his hair is starting to look blond again the way it was when he was a chubby baby bothering the poor sheep in the barn. the only one who looks so unaffected by everything is jack who’s sitting calmly with a giddy grin because oh this is so interesting.
“dr. robinavitch?”
ouch. and just when dennis’ folks are starting to call him michael.
“yeah?”
“d’ya mind droppin’ yer hand so i can give my son the salt.”
robby rips his hand away and plants both palms on his thighs, refusing to look at anyone, especially his partners. jacob snatches the ceramic salt shaker and drops it firmly in front of dennis. god, dennis feels like throwing up.
“here y’ go, son,” jacob rumbles to dennis, never once tearing his eyes off robby as he does so. dennis gives a muted nod, not willing to break his silence lest they make him explain just why in the world was dennis calling a man who isn’t his dad, granted robby’s almost as old as jacob, daddy.
jack decides to add gas to the fire.
“what do we say, denny?” he asks, leaning forward to cross his arms on the table. robby breathes in sharply, turning to look at jack with his mouth agape, while dennis gives him such a nasty glare that jack almost apologizes. almost.
what? he didn’t like being left out like that. not when, before robby got over his guilt and finally allowed himself to accept dennis’ love, jack’s the one who pampered their sweet boy until he’s needy and rotten.
“c’mon, denny,” jack pokes. “it’s easy—you know this.”
jacob presses his palm to the base of his neck, tension headache kicking in. the rest of the whitakers stay quiet, watching, enraptured even with the weight of their discomfort. like seeing a shark attack in person and finding awe in the blood dancing in the tide.
jack can see the way dennis’ anger builds—he knows that he’ll pay for this when dinner is over—but he can’t stop. he likes the attention, the thrill. he likes being perceived as someone important to dennis. as someone who holds the leash.
dennis licks at his teeth, swallowing loudly, before gritting out, “thanks, dad.”
jacob sags in his chair like a marionette with its strings cut loose. he looks so much older now and even more in distraught. amidst his exhaustion, he locks his gaze to jack’s.
“and? y’ are?”
jack, having had his fill, doesn’t tell them the truth. he breaks the tension, slipping into a light chuckle as he winks at dawn. “i’m the mom.”
that does the magic and the table joins in, hungered for the switch back to normalcy. jacob laughs, loud and booming, and dawn follows with a healthy trill. dennis’ brothers poke at their youngest, crooning and joking, and even dennis feels comfortable enough to join in, scrunching his nose at his brothers’ teases before pushing at samuel with enough force to topple the guy off his seat.
only robby’s looking at him with wide eyes. jack knows, he understands. because he almost told everyone the nature of their dynamic, teasing a revelation about jack’s role in dennis’ life.
because while robby is their puppy’s daddy, jack is dennis’ papa.
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.
To Bush, Or Not To Bush. That Is the Question- Trans! Dennis Whitaker
(A/N): I keep seeing these posts and comments about bushes specifically Robby’s reaction to Dennis’s bush (wilderness) and what would happen if Dennis decided to shave it. So I humbly offer you this one-shot.
Thinking about trans Dennis who hasn’t shaved since starting his transition.
His mother had always insisted that women were supposed to be hairless, that men preferred their wives to not have body hair. She swore that women having body hair was simply unhygienic— which now, as a medical professional, he knows isn’t true— so the second Dennis started going through puberty, his mother handed him a razor and a bar of soap and told him to keep himself proper. Dennis had scowled but endured it even though he’d get terrible razor bumps and ingrown hairs.
He hated it then and he still hates it now.
Truthfully, he hadn’t really thought about it since leaving Nebraska, a few months before he actually started his transition. The few partners he had prior to med school (all one night stands) hadn’t been that put off by body hair, so Dennis figured that shaving was purely for cosmetic purposes, and that his mother’s bullshit agenda was just that; an agenda, propaganda to scare him as a child.
It never really clicked to him that, like his mother insisted, some people might actually prefer their partners to be groomed.
When he started Dating Michael Robinavitch, who tells Dennis that he’s a MUNCH (Dennis had never heard that term before and had turned an embarrassing shade of fire truck red when it had been explained to him), and gets his first taste of heaven in the form of Robby’s tongue parting through his folds, lapping at his cunt and wrapping his lips around Dennis’s dick, the idea of shaving goes straight out of the window as he cums so hard the first time, that he pulls on poor Robby’s hair so violently that the older man yelps.
Robby has never complained about his pubic hair. He’s a hairy guy himself, which Dennis adores, so obviously Dennis doesn’t consider the possibility that his boyfriend may not like how bushy he is.
Until, during one very odd shift, he meets a drunken patient who comes in with his (equally as drunk) pals. Talking shit about women’s bodies like they are objects and not people.
“I’m telling you, man!” Dennis overhears one of them say, “some bush is okay, but, like, at least trim the hedges, you know? Went down on her and found a pube in my mouth, total fucking turn off.”
Dennis stills instantly, listening into the conversation as a round of agreement and laughter spills behind the cracked door.
“I prefer ‘em bald.” The patient says, “especially if I’m eating her out.”
Dennis’s brow furrows as the third one adds a comment. “God forbid she has ass hair! I mean, Jesus! You remember Allison? From Chem?”
There’s another round of laughter and shame forms a pit in Dennis’s stomach as the revelation hits. Would Robby prefer him to be hairless? Dennis is on testosterone, his whole lower body is covered in blonde hairs. Does he find it disgusting?
There’s a flare of panic, and suddenly thoughts are running through his mind as he compares his hairy body to the likes of these hairless women that the drunk guys are discussing.
He is quieter for the rest of shift. Quiet enough that Trinity notices almost immediately.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” She asks when they’re chatting. “You’ve got that sad mouse look.”
“I do not have a ‘sad mouse’ look!”
“Do too.” He bites the inside of his lip, head tucking slightly. She instantly goes from slightly joking to straight up concerned. “Dennis? Seriously? What’s wrong?”
“I—“ how does he even go about explaining this, “do you shave?”
She blinks at him. “What?”
“You know— like… down there?”
“I hardly believe that’s your business.” She folds her arms across her chest.
“It’s not— argh— I’ve just been thinking about shaving again, it’s getting to be… too much?”
Trinity raises a skeptical brow. “Uh-huh. Any specific reason why? Are you doing this for yourself? Or for someone else?”
“Myself.” He lies meekly. “I just- it’s been a while, and I get really bad razor bumps, so—“
“Have you ever thought about waxing?” She interrupts.
“Waxing?”
Trinity shrugs. “Yeah? I go to this place called the Wax Bar, the one that’s a few blocks from our apartment, and they’re pretty good.”
“Doesn’t it hurt though?”
“Only for like thirty minutes, then it’s smooth sailing. Figurative and literally.” She grins at him, “I’m going there tomorrow if you want to come?”
He contemplates it for a moment. Then he recalls the men’s conversation from earlier, immediately followed by the made up image of Robby’s face curled in disgust, and agrees. “yeah, alright. Let’s do it.”
Let it be known that Trinity Santos is a complete liar.
Dennis figures that out pretty quickly when the first strip of wax has him yelling expletives that would have his mama washing his mouth out with soap if she’d heard him.
By the end of the session with the very lovely older Russian woman named Lana —who Dennis almost decked at several points, but that’s not relevant— his crotch is red hot and sticking uncomfortably to his boxers.
“You’re walking like you’ve just gotten off of a horse.” She snorts when he glares at her.
“What happened to ‘it doesn’t hurt that bad’?” He hisses.
“Oh quit it. You’re such a baby!”
“This can’t be normal.” He groans, “it feels like fire.”
“It’ll calm down,” she laughs as they get into the car to go home. (Well, Trinity gets into the car, Dennis moves so gingerly that trinity rolls her eyes.)
She’s right. It does calm down. But it took baby oil, and some frozen peas for it to finally stop pulsing.
“How’s it feeling, Huck?” Trinity enters the bathroom without warning while he’s inspecting himself in the mirror. He wraps his towel back around himself, barely managing to conceal himself before she barges in.
“Jesus!” He shouts.
She whistles, clearly catching sight of his naked form just as he covers himself. “Looking smoother than a baby seal!”
“Is the concept of privacy nonexistent for you?”
“Basically.” She shrugs, continuing into the bathroom. “Hope you aren’t planning on seducing our boss tonight, you’re supposed to wait at least 24 hours before having sex after getting a fresh wax.”
He sputters, cheeks going red. “I am not—! We aren’t—! Ugh, you’re impossible!”
He storms out while she cackles.
Dennis does, in fact, not go over Robby’s that night. He wants to, desperately, he wants to, but he refrains. Even when Robby shoots him a text, asking if he’s coming around tonight, he declines. (It’s a hardship on both their parts, but Dennis promises that he’ll come over tomorrow with a surprise, which Robby seems very enthusiastic about.)
He spends the whole night tossing and turning with slight anxiety, then following morning he is hyping himself up in his full length mirror while trying to figure out what to wear.
He settles for the crotchless panties he’d bought himself years ago that he’d never worn, but thought they were too pretty to throw away. It had been hiding in the back of his closet, and Dennis is surprised that they still fit.
The fabric is light blue, satin, with lace on the trim, and a cute bow that sits on the top of his ass. He didn’t dress like this. Ever. But, even he has to admit that it is quite a sight.
“Robby’s going to love it!” He whispers reassurances to himself the whole bus ride to his boyfriend’s townhouse as he fiddles with the hem of his (Robby’s) worn out t-shirt.
He’s feeling very brave when he gets to Robby’s doorstep. Unfortunately, the bravery starts to wane when Robby opens the door and smiles at him.
Dennis doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of seeing the way Robby’s eyes light up when Dennis is in his presence. The way his crows feet become more pronounced, the summertime warmth of his brown irises… he’s so beautiful it’s physically painful to look at him sometimes.
“Hi, Sweetheart.” Dennis blushes at the moniker. Robby’s hand shoots out to grab the younger man by the shirt and pulls him into his arms as he shuts the door behind them.
Dennis grins, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Robby on the lips. “Missed you.”
“Yeah?” Robby chuckles, rubbing the tip of his nose with Dennis’s. “You should’ve come over last night then.”
“I couldn’t.” Robby pulls away, giving Dennis a questioning glance.
“Is this about my surprise?” He asks cheekily.
Dennis’s heart speeds up a bit. He tries to smother the anxiety with false confidence. Fake it til you make it, or however the saying goes.
He nods shyly. Then without warning he toes off his sneakers, and undoes his belt. Robby grabs his hands, joking, “Christ, give a man some warning before you go stripping in my foyer!”
“It’s necessary for your… surprise.”
Robby cocks his head to the side, then his eyes widen comically. “Den, please tell me you got my name tattooed on your ass.”
“What?” He asked bewildered. “No! Why the fuck would I get your name tattooed on my ass? And why the hell are you so damn excited about that?”
He shrugs. “I’m possessive.”
No shit.
“Alright, if it isn’t my name tattooed on your body —which I encourage, by the way—“
“Freak.” Dennis mutters midway through his sentence earning a smack on his butt.
“Then what is it?”
Dennis rolls his eyes and pulls his pants down, stepping out of them entirely to show off his panties and hairless pussy to his boyfriend. Dennis tries to look more enticing than he feels, especially under Robby’s watchful eyes.
He could see in real time the immediate reaction Robby has the second he spots Dennis’s bare cunt because the man, honest-to-god, drops to his knees and glares at Dennis’s body like it has personally offended him.
The silence is deafening, Robby’s hands are on Dennis’s hips, unmoving. Dennis begins to squirm under his critique.
Fingers drift from his left hip to the bands of the underwear that sits on either side of his pussy. “What- what did you do?”
Shame and insecurity pull at Dennis’s navel. Like a skittish animal, he goes to retreat. To put his pants back on, to tell Robby to forget this ever happened, but Robby locks an arm around the back of his knees, keeping him in place.
“I—“ Dennis gulped nervously. “I got waxed.”
Robby pets the smooth skin, “no, I see that. But… why?”
“I thought you’d like it.” He bites his lower lip, “do you not like it?”
He’s silent once again and Dennis really wants to bolt now, the embarrassment too much for him to handle.
“My poor baby,” Robby whines from below, voice breaking as though it was genuinely an emotional moment. “He’s so cold.”
“He? Wha—? Oh!” Dennis lets out a noise of surprise when Robby starts placing kisses against his inner thighs, one hand slipping the pretty panties off of his body.
“These are really nice, Sweetheart. I don’t want you to ruin them.” Robby mutters into his skin. Then he presses his nose and mouth onto the younger man’s cunt, inhaling deeply and frowning.
“Not going to lie, you’re giving me really mixed signals right now.” Dennis admits. Robby doesn’t spare him a glance, too focused on mapping out the bare pussy in front of him.
“He’s so naked. Doesn’t smell like you.” The attending pouts. “You butchered my boy, my sweet baby.”
Dennis rolls his eyes at Robby’s ridiculous performance. “Why the hell did you do this?”
“I…” Dennis’s nerves flare again, uncertain how to answer. “I heard some guys talking about hair down there and that men don’t really like that.”
Robby looks at him like he’s lost his mind as he keeps rambling. “And I just thought, we haven’t really discussed body hair, and you going down on me must be kinda gross because I am- was- so hairy. I figured maybe I ought to do a little… maintenance.”
“Have I ever given you any indication that I dislike your bush?” Robby asks genuinely.
“Well, no, but—“
“I’m a grown man.” Robby states. “I can handle a jungle.”
“Yeah, but those guys—“ he tries to argue.
“Are fucking babies if they don’t eat cunt just cause they’re scared of a little pubic hair.” Robby licks at Dennis’s cock, still somewhat sensitive from the waxing despite how long it’s been since he got it done. “This is nice, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you au natural. Don’t ever do this to my poor baby again.”
Robby smothers himself in Dennis’s pussy, eating him out right there against the doorframe. Making him whine, purr, beg, shout, cum all over his beard and lips til he’s dripping on the floor tiles below.
When Robby stands with a groan, knees cracking, he takes a flushed and dazed Dennis by the hands and smiles down at him lovingly.
“If you ever shave or wax my poor pussy again, I swear to god I will shave my beard. Then we’ll both be sad.” He punctuated the threat with a kiss and a pat to Dennis’s head. “Move it, Whitaker, I gotta keep him warm.”
Dennis stumbles stupidly down the hall, following his boyfriend to the bedroom with only one thought. He cannot go hairless again. As much as he loves Robby, Dennis is entirely sure that he will actually cry if he shaves his beard.
When he catches up with Robby, both void of all clothing, Robby looks down at Dennis’s pussy and sighs. “Next time, just get the fucking tattoo.”
