Anthony

robby's favorite moment is when he fastens den's leather collar around his pale throat, watching with a small, satisfied grin as his puppy's eyes go all hazy and dumb, slipping deep into that fuzzy headspace of being owned. he tugs lightly at the collar just to hear dennis whimper, already squirming a little, getting wet already.

yeah, you like that, don't you, sweetie? robby pets the back of his knuckles gently against dennis's flushed cheeks, pleased. no more hard work, all you have to do now is be my sweet little fuckpet. fuck, look at you, so fucking dumb for me, practically drooling... who's a good boy? yeah? ohh, is it you? yes you are! open up, puppy, let owner give you your treat.

this took me so long but only because stuff got in the way, not because it's not genius. 

Anything you need, brother, you just let me know. You start thinking dark thoughts, you call me. I'll take them on for you. 

Somehow, Robby doesn't think that when Jack told him this, made this offer, he was thinking about it in relation to Robby's depravity. It was meant to be about him not offing himself, he knows this, but. 

He hasn't wanted to end things for a long while now. Not in any serious kind of way. What he does want to do? Absolutely fucking destroy his student. Which, honestly, might be worse. 

That's not just his life he's ruining. It's the kid's. Whitaker, who's so goddamn young and fresh and bright-eyed. Whitaker, who hasn't been hollowed out by this career yet. He still has hope and passion and, God, Robby wants to take him apart. 

He can't, obviously. He's the chief attending, and Whitaker is a student. His direct report. Well, not even that. Robby has layers of authority over him. Technically, Whitaker's direct supervisor is probably Langdon or McKay. Then him. 

Still, he can't lay a finger on the kid. Not yet. Maybe, when Whitaker graduates. When he's a physician on staff, and not so painfully wide-eyed. Maybe. Until then - hands off, Robinavitch. 

It's just that … well, just because he's resolved not to do anything about the fantasies rolling around in his mind, doesn't mean they're not all still there. Intoxicating. He jerks off, alone, in bed, thinking about Whitaker's mouth stretched around his cock, and then he has to go to work with the image burned in behind his eyelids. 

He needs an outlet. He needs some way to … expel this. 

So, Jack. 

sub!dennis presents at 18 and his non-dynamic parents don’t know what to do with him, so they send him away to be managed at a govt sanctioned facility.

drugged to the gills to keep him compliant when he arrives, and under threat of punishment once they wear off

he’s scared out of his fucking mind and embarrassed and on edge, but the first time medical staff doms!jack and robby put him into subspace all of a sudden nothing else matters. when he comes back up he realizes all the shit he did while he was under, but it’s just so hard to resist their commands, and it feels so good to obey and he’s never really had encouragement and attention like this before so when jack and robby tell him that. they’re going to keep him and he’s helpless to say no (literally)

Dear Diary here are my thoughts for today (September 5th 2025)

Dennis puppy butt

Put him in some panties

Any kind I want to see his butt

Actually take them off and put him on his belly I want to touch his butt

Not even going to do anything just let me paw at his cute little butt I wanna touch it I wanna knead it a little

Give soft little pats and see him squirming thinking I’m teasing him but I’m not because I’m not going to do anything I’m just admiring what’s mine!

Take the blankets off while he’s sleeping and kiss each cheek

He’s not hard when he’s asleep and if I’m careful I can touch it very carefully and lightly just to feel it no stroking or rubbing just touch it

Maybe he has a little tummy I can press my face and lips into and kiss it while holding his butt in my hands

dennis spent his days off with jack, and he spent his quiet nights with robby. it was nice. one time, jack came over and watched the game when dennis was over at robby’s. they were still friends, after all.

dennis loved it.

when he was done cleaning up after dinner, he slotted into the space they’d left between them. he had an arm around his shoulder and a hand on his thigh. during the fourth quarter, he put his legs on robby’s lap and his head on jack’s chest. they were talking quietly over his slumped form, just shooting the shit.

he fell asleep with the thought of just how nice it was to watch them be together.

they asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he said dinner with the two of them. he didn’t even need to explain or beg, they were fine with that. it certainly wasn’t a hardship to have dinner with a friend.

when they went back to jack’s for cake because it was closer, robby realized there was a sticking point. who did dennis want to spend the night with? how would they navigate those feelings?

all three of them were in the kitchen, with dennis sitting at the island and his two boyfriends standing side-by-side in front of him. jack, who had been thinking about the predicament all night, softly asked dennis, “what else does the birthday boy want?”

dennis pushed out his bottom lip the way he knew robby liked. “i have an idea…but it’s kinda a lot.” he grabbed the bottom of jack’s shirt to play with. dennis made his eyes real big and looked up at robby.

robby fell for it all. “i’m sure we could work something out.” jack and robby were both willing to sleep on the couch while the other one had dennis in jack’s bedroom. maybe one of them could have tonight and the other one get the morning? they weren’t new to hand offs.

So they bathe and dress him, and peter is shaking like a leaf, and they guide him to the prince's chambers and tony is at his writing desk and looks up, spooked, like he hadn't thought Peter would actually be brought to him. Peter doesn't look at him, even as the guards leave, and he clutches his robe around himself until Tony stands up and peter has to think about Tony doing it for him. And he shoves the robe down like ripping the bandage. And it's just as quiet as it had been at dinner.

tony tells Peter to sleep in the bed as he has work to finish. peter doesn't sleep, but he pretends, and tony doesn't sleep either, at work at his bench until the sun rises.

peter thinks, blessedly, that's the end of it, but Howard finds out that Tony didn't take peter and has peter sent in again, shaking, AGAIN, and the guards note they're required to observe and confirm.

"Hey, Whitaker. Got something here for you," McKay says friendlily. From her backpack, she extracts a box of Scooby-Doo-themed snack treats. She passes them to him with a hopeful smile. "I bought them for Harrison but he says he doesn't want to eat kid stuff anymore. I thought you might like them." Dana later insists that he takes breaks during his shift to eat from the box in the staff lounge.

Everyone is alarmed when Dennis arrives at work one day in a shockingly grumpy mood. "He didn't get enough sleep last night," Santos explains. "He barely got seven hours. His circadian rhythm's been out of sync since he took that night shift last week. I told him it was a bad idea..." Everyone coos in understanding at this, and Mel and Mohan happily agree that they will take a few of Dennis' cases to allow him the chance to nap.

however, he couldn't have been more wrong. his hot, older, middle aged boyfriend had the sex drive of a horny teenager. he wanted to be on dennis, *in* dennis, loving on dennis every hour of every day. every night dennis would be pressed back into the pillows and fucked so hard that his head spun and there were stars in his eyes when he came, and that would only be the beginning.

since robby couldn't really get hard more than once a night (though this didn't deter his arousal in any way), he'd find other ways to pleasure his beautiful younger boy. he'd grasp dennis by the hips and bury his tongue inside his gaping pussy, licking and gulping at the mixture of his boyfriends slick and his own spent cum, flicking at his chubbed up clit and making dennis cry out and his back arch, hands in robby's hair to pull him closer, deeper.

robby would fuck dildos in and out of dennis until the younger was drooling down his chin, all the while whispering praise and love to him, telling him what a good boy he was to be so open and willing for robby to have his way with him. he'd pinch dennis's nipples and leave hickies all over his neck and chest, and between his thighs. he was fucking obsessed with his boyfriends body.

in a turn of events he never could've expected, dennis was now collapsing asleep every night with an average of two or three mind blowing orgasms an evening, all at the hands of his horny, horny robby. he'd never been so sated in his life. he'd even wake up in the mornings with his boyfriend between his legs, blinking hopefully up at him to gain permission to eat him out for breakfast. it was a pretty nice start to the day.

also having major bootlicker visions later on with them. stealing dirty underwear and gym clothes isn't enough for this pup- dennis craves worshipping the very ground jack walks on. he wants to get his tongue all over that dirty leather just as much as he wants jack to step on him with them, to leave bruises on his skin in the pattern of those boots' tread. jack, who's only just starting to warm up to dennis as he's realizing how pathetic this mutt is, how he could never be a threat to him, indulges happily. after all, he's still got some pent up irritation from the worry of robby changing his patterns.

robby in the background starts off distressed that dennis and jack can't seem to get along, until he sees that boot print on dennis' chest and knows it's going to be alright. he's known jack for a very long time, and no matter what the man says, he never bothers to mark up something he doesn't plan on keeping. that's how he kept robby, after all.

- :)

so this is the prequel piece to them drugging and forcing Robby to stay home. I love this verse. I love your mind.

The thing Dennis loves most about Robby is how much Robby adores him. 

No-one would go to all that effort if they didn't love him. The cameras, and the gifts. Sitting outside his house for hours and hours at night, just to catch a glimpse of him through the windows. 

It's … fuck, it's intoxicating. He's never felt so deeply loved. Wanted. Robby makes him feel like he's the only man in the world, and … well, he loves it. Sue him, he's the baby of a deeply religious large family whose parents didn't believe in condoms. By the time everything made its way down to him - clothes, toys, books - they were fourth-hand and tatty. 

He never had anything new, or that was just for him. Attention was never directly solely at him - he had to share it with three brothers and a working farm. When he got to school, he was always 'the youngest Whitaker boy'. Never allowed to stand alone in his own right. 

Robby, though. Robby looks at him and sees only him. Robby is … like a spotlight. He buys Dennis whatever the hell he wants, and things he couldn't even imagine asking for. Things brand new, all for him. Just because it makes Dennis happy, and that makes Robby happy. 

When Robby fucks him, it's about him. Every word, every touch, is about how perfect Dennis is for Robby. Sometimes, Dennis records the audio - he assumes Robby knows, but he's never asked. But he just - sometimes he needs to hear it back again. 

So fucking perfect for me, baby. My sweet boy. My gorgeous boy. Gonna make you feel so good. Been wanting you for so long, God, can't believe you're mine, mine, mine, mine. 

It's hot, yeah, but it's a reminder that Robby loves him. 

Robby's husband? 

Does not love him. 

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.

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.

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.

When Tony gets home the dog has a problem submitting because Peter mostly let him do whatever, so Tony and the dog have to constantly fight for dominance in the household

Tony finally has enough and decides the easiest way to assert his dominance is by putting the dog in his crate and then fucking Peter in front of the dog

Eventually when he’s established his Dominican enough, he lets the dog fuck Peter too, making Peter the lowest ranking member in their household, but ensuring that the dog will always protect Peter