Dennis feeds Robby viagra so he can relentless ride him, barking at him to not stop, to do some work himself, to actually use his cock for once, etc while sucking Jack’s cock, saying how it’s such a nice gift, how Dennis is so happy he joined them, how nice Jack’s cock feels in his mouth, his hand.
Robby is on the verge of tears from both warm humiliation and overstimulating while Jack is pleasure dumb, enjoying all the praise with such a pretty mouth on his cock.
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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
When Robby peers into the bedroom, the sight nearly melts his fucking heart.
Jack is properly out like a light, head tilted back- not to the side- so his breath catches in soft little snores. The huffs of air catching Dennis' fur on his ears and making it flutter a little.
Dennis isn't asleep though, he's curled up around Jack but propped up on one elbow so he can peer at his sleeping face. Not that Robby blames him, he too has been enchanted one too many times by the softness that settles on the features of a sleeping Jack.
He leans against the doorframe and watches as Dennis' ears perk up at a particularly loud snore, tilting his head to the side and then back as his ears flop. He grins into his hand as he ties not to laugh, letting it go on for a while before Dennis lift his hand and looks like he's gonna touch Jack's face.
"Den," he whispers, low enough that Jack won't wake, and the boy freezes.
Slowly, he turns to Robby with a sheepish grin.
Robby nods his head up and back, and Dennis gently extricates himself from Jack, prying his sleeping hand away from his tail and padding over to Robby with a grin.
He puts a hand on Dennis' shoulder and leads him safely down the hallway before he asks, "what were you doing, hmm?"
Dennis yawns. "I woke up so was just watching him. He has freckles. I just wanted to touch one. Sorry."
"It's okay Den. Maybe we let him sleep a bit now though yeah? Wanna come hang out with me downstairs?"
"Yeah!"
"Good boy, come on then puppy."
Dennis flushes a wonderful pink and follows him without question downstairs. But when they get into the kitchen he starts to squirm, shifting on his little brand new socked feet.
"What's up pup?"
Dennis bites his lip, "do you wanna try it?"
"Try what?"
"The like, no-talking puppy stuff."
See, Michael knows that Jack thinks his desire to adopt a hybrid comes from the dog he nearly adopted as a child before his bubbe found it a new home with people who were much more equip to care for it. It had broken his little heart. He'd cried about it for days. He'd told Jack this story what- years ago- when they were both still fresh faced and laughing over beers, pretending not to be wildly attracted to each other. Jack's clearly remembered it, and when he pitched Robby the idea of adopting a hybrid together he'd seen the story reflected back at him in Jack's eyes.
Michael is happy to let him believe it.
Really though its all about devotion and control.
He loves Jack, more than anything, he'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of their lives but …
It's just that he feels like his life is slipping by faster and faster, and he sees people die every single day, people with hopes and dreams and loves and untouched potential. People who probably never got to experience things in their lives that they wanted to try. Were too ashamed to try. Didn't have time to try before-
See, Michael has been thinking a lot about mortality since Adamson, in a way he knows scares Jack.
It's just that he doesn't want to die having never… it sounds stupid, even when he says it to himself. Having never fulfilled his fantasy of fucking a sweet omega hybrid? Fuck off Robinavitch. This is why, despite all Jack does to encourage him, he can't talk to Jack about this. Why he kept it not so successfully hidden from him for so long.
Worse, too, Michael thinks, because it's not even entirely sexual.
Devotion. Jack won't let him dote on him or baby him or coo and praise him. He'll try to an extent but that just isn't him, and Michael doesn't want to show his love to Jack that way. Not when he has a million better ways to show it that Jack is on board with. And Jack is devoted to him, too, but on a deeper level and sometimes… sometimes Michael lays in bed at night and thinks about what it would be like to have that in its base form.
The way a dog loves it's master. The way a hybrid might love him. The raw simplicity of it.
Devotion and-
This is why he can't just get a dog. Because it's also about control. And the control is sexual.
Michael is not unaware of his desire to take charge and lead. Would have been a piss poor career choice to go for the big job if he didn't. He, too, knows this desire has a tendency to leak like a dripping faucet into other aspects of his life.
In a way that sometimes makes him feel a little sick to his stomach, the way he wants to have a someone eat from the palm of his hand and squirm on his lap and tease them until they blink into subspace, all whiney and perfect and waiting with baited breath for his command. Jack bottoms, gets all bratty and desperate, but he never- he never just-
Michael loves the sex they have, the push and pull and the equality of it all. He'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of his life. He would.
But as always Jack sees him, even when he doesn't want to be seen.
"Oh- " Robby stammers, cock twitching. "I think we should probably wait for Jack before we do anything um-"
Dennis flushes beet red and squirms. "Not that! Unless that's- I just meant- I guess I thought when it's gonna just be us that I would act like your puppy all the time even when were not doing sex stuff. Or?"
"I mean-" Robby rubs the back of his neck. "That is what I was thinking yeah."
Dennis nods, "Cool, yeah."
"Do you want to try it?"
He narrows his eyes as the kid avoids looking at him.
"I just…"
"You can tell me puppy, it's okay."
"I just don't want to mess up? Like maybe we do a trial run where- where I can still ask questions and you can tell me if you want something different. I want to be good."
Robby frowns, "puppy you are go-"
"I'm not though. I know I'm not. I was- sometimes I wish I was one of the hybrids who couldn't talk and then I wouldn't be so much trouble and everything would be simpler. I got in trouble a lot growing up Robby, I know I'm not good."
As he speaks, Dennis' ears slowly fold back against his head, and Robby's heart breaks for him. Maybe this is what Jack meant when he said he wanted a rescue. Maybe he knew that Robby's bleeding heart would have no defence against this.
"Okay pup, come on, lets go sit on the couch and have a little chat."
Dennis' ears flatten fully, and he follows Robby to the couch like he's walking to his own grave.
He sits the pup over his lap so his lets stretch across the cushions and runs a soothing hand through his hair and ears until the kid calms down a little.
"Dens, listen to me okay? This is all super fun and exciting right? But it's also new for all of us. Theres going to be stuff we don't get right, or we try and don't like, and all three of us can change our minds at any time yeah? That doesn't make us bad. Me and Jack, well we'd prefer if you didn't throw our things about, break our plates and glasses, chew on our furniture or pee on our clothes-"
Dennis takes the bait. "I would never do that."
"I know Dens, because you're such a good boy right?" He ruffles Dennis' hair. "Heres what I'm thinking, which mind you puppy, might change when we start doing this because I've never lived with a hybrid before either- what I'm thinking is that it would be really nice to come home to you baby, to give you a little cuddle and maybe play a little, actually play, make some dinner and we both eat- maybe I can feed you little bits and you can sit by me and take it from my fingers, cuddle up with me while we watch TV or I do admin work on my laptop, if you need anything you can paw at me or whine or bark and maybe it could be a fun little game for us both to figure out what you need? I want to give you what you need Dens. We can talk about the sexual stuff later with Jack but… none of that means you can't speak if you want to, or need to. I'm not- this isn't- I don't want that. I want you to want to be like that with me, it won't work if you don't and that's okay too. Is that something you… want?"
Dennis chews on his bottom lip. "Yeah, I really… I really want to try that. That sounds like… really good to me Robby."
"Yeah puppy?"
"Yeah. I was- I meant what I said before, I really like just being more like a proper hybrid? It's nice not to think simple sometimes."
Like a dumb little pup. He thinks, but doesn't say yet.
"Still wanna try it out? A little hybrid-" He waggles his eyebrows and Dennis puffs out a laugh, "-approach? How about until Jack wakes up, we give it a go and if you have any questions just speak up pup, and if either of us don't like anything we just say. A little trial run?"
"Could we-" Dennis stops again, and Robby waits patiently until he finds his words. "-maybe we could like. You've just adopted me right? We could play like you're- like I am one of the hybrids without speech capacity? For a little bit."
~
"Now puppy-"
Dennis is knelt in his kitchen, sat back on his heels and blinking up at Robby with the most adoring face he's ever seen, ears fully pricked up and waiting.
"- you've been a very good boy so far. I know you're desperate to explore, but if you keep being such a good boy for me I promise I'll give you a treat, would you like that hmm? Would you like that Dens?"
Dennis whines, following it up with a little excited yip as his tail swishes so hard it wiggles his body, just like at the store.
Robby feels like he's gonna fucking pass out. He feels like he's on the precipice of getting everything he's ever fucking wanted and he's not sure what he's done to deserve it. Like on his birthday, when his bubbe would hand him his carefully wrapped present and for a second before he unwrapped it, it could be any of the things he'd been too shy to hint at, because he wouldn't want to be trouble.
"Good boy. Here, you can have one now for sitting so good." The wiggles increase, and Dennis opens his mouth and carefully slips out his tongue.
His cock twitches as he places the gummy bear into Dennis' mouth, waiting until he closes and sucks at his fingers a little before pulling back. Dennis hums happily.
"That nice?" He ruffles Dennis' ears. "Come on let me show you the living room."
Because he hasn't got his collar on yet- Michael thought best to wait for Jack- he slows his walk and drops his hand to play with Dennis' hair as he crawls besides him. When they make it through, Dennis looks to the dog bed, back to Robby, then back the bed and lets out these puffy excited whining noises.
"Now what's all that about pup? Hmm? So dramatic. Go on then, go try your new bed."
Dennis yips and tumbles into it, rolling around and stretching and rubbing his face all over it. Scent is important for omega hybrids, Robby has read, especially dog-hybrids. So he comes over and plays with his boy, ruffling his ears and roughhousing him a little until he hopes both of their scents are on the fabric. Right up until Dennis gets real squirmy, rubbing his legs together and-
Ohhhh.
Robby narrows his eyes.
"Puppy are you getting excited?"
Dennis whines pitifully, looking up at Robby with big pitiful eyes.
"No puppy, we can't-" He's interrupted by a louder whine and the spreading of legs. "Dens, no. We have to wait for Jack."
Dennis pouts, looking ridiculously human when he does, and Robby is helpless to the laugh that bubbles out of him.
"Come sit between my legs like a good pup and you can have a treat."
Dennis contemplates this, but ultimately gives in and nods. Lovely.
"Okay pup stay- that's right, good boy, stay there-" he makes his way to the sofa and sits. "Okayyy- come! Come boy!"
And like a dream Dennis does, scrambling to him and nudging apart his legs to be able to sit on the floor between them, balancing his head on Robby's knee and peering up at him while his tail hits Robby's shin with each wag. He parts his little mouth, and FUCK does Robby wish the treat he could give him is his cock. Instead, he slips in another gummybear- green this time.
"A little treat for a good little boy. Now, see this?" He points to the couch. "You're only allowed up here when we- me or Jack- say okay puppy?"
Dennis pauses, blinking a little as he comes to. With two fingers he taps on Robby's knee and gently says his name. When Robby gives him the obvious all clear, he asks, "is that all the time? Or just when I'm like this?"
"Oh- oh just when you're like this. It's- we don't have to-"
"No I think its fun, I was just wonderin' is all."
"Okay then, sure, just when you're like this. I doubt Jack will do the same when its just you to though."
Dennis nods, and then gives a little huff of a bark, butting his head against Robby's knee.
"Okay, because it's new you can come up puppy, come on up you get, that's it, want to cuddle on my lap? Up puppy! Oh that's a god boy here have another treat."
Dennis hums happily around Robby's fingers, his tongue- slightly rougher than a humans- wiggles between Robby's fingers.
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing." He coos, pressing a kiss to Dennis' forehead and letting Dennis' suck on his fingers.
~
"Well, isn't this a lovely sight?" Jack mumbles from the doorway, his sleep soft eyes crinking when he yawns, ending it in a smile.
"Jack!" Dennis yips, completely forgetting, it seems, his promise to be quiet and trying to wiggle out of Robby's hold. He lets him, watching with delight as he bounds over to Jack and nearly knocks him sideways with the force at which he goes in for a hug.
Jack lets out a big old man huff.
"Woke up to see you'd snook out on me." He mumbles as he presses a kiss into the kids curls.
"Robby came and got me." Dennis says, snitch.
"Did he now?" He looks up at Jack, but Jack's eyes are filled to be brim with fondness. "Hope you didn't get up to too much fun without me?""
"Well," he drawls, watching Dennis tense up in Jack's arms. "He did get extra squirmy playing about in his little bed, but he was a good boy and waited for you."
"Oh really? Well I think we should reward such good behaviour don't you Robby?
He laughs, "oh yeah, start that positive reinforcement early!"
when grace first meets stratt, there's a shot where you can see a rainbow, shining on the board behind grace.
when stratt last sees grace, right at the end of the scene, a rainbow is shown in the sky, above a fence topped with barbed wires.
i don't like my mind
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unraveling at the seams thinking about how graces reaction to remembering that he was drugged and forced onto the mission was to come to the conclusion that he was a coward. like on some level sure he was angry at stratt but he was far angrier with himself. he built up this story in his head that somewhere somehow along the way he developed the courage and bravery to choose to sacrifice himself for earths sake. he clung to this story when he didnt have anything else. and it wasnt real. not only was he a vicious coward but he threatened to sabotage a mission to save the entire world because his desire to live was so overpowering. there was nothing that couldve convinced him otherwise. not his kids, not the rest of humanity, nothing. and he tears himself APARTTTTT for this. if you want rocky to get this secret out of grace youre gonna need twelve hours, some elbow grease, and industrial grade lube thats how deep the shame lies. i think grace is incredibly angry about how it all went down and i also think that if you told him he didnt deserve it he'd probably bite your head off
I had this freshman tell me she “couldn’t” audition because she was too scared of the stage, and might have a panic attack. I asked how she felt about walking around onstage in costume and not saying any lines. That was fine. I was like okay awesome let’s lay some groundwork now and maybe senior year you can have like three lines!
I remember this kid who came into an audition and froze up, just couldn’t speak. Competent reader and speaker but when people were watching she couldn’t do a thing.
We cast her anyway, in a chorus role. Offered her lots of support and encouragement and kindness and grace.
At the next audition she whispered. Anyone who had never seen her before would have thought she was the most nervous kid there. But the directing team was abuzz afterward. Did you see? She did it! Once or twice I could actually almost hear her! Amazing.
Got cast again, in a chorus role. She’d been making friends with the other kids, and they offered her encouragement too.
And the next audition we said wow I can hear her! She’s speaking! Let’s give her a handful of lines! She can do it!
Anyway as a mentor in the performing arts these things are huge wins for me. Some kids are competent and confident performers at 7 or 8 almost by nature. Others, even much older kids and adults, have to make progress by inches. But progress is exciting! The only place to go is up!
If a student is encouraged properly, theatre is one of the best sources of self-esteem, self-reflection, and both spontaneous and rehearsed eloquence/comprehensibility that there is. It truly could be considered a cornerstone for communication disciplines of all kinds if it just attracted the right people to teach it. (Unfortunately a lot of people are attracted to directing for a sense of power over others, and not an interest in mentoring and coaching.)
thinking about the pittlings on a night out, all slightly drunk and dancing, and suddenly javadi panics because she's not seen dennis in a while. she tells trinity, who also starts to look around the club in fear, and calls dennis- but the call doesn't go through. they're really worried now, scanning the whole packed room for their friend, fearing the worst, that someone's drugged him or that he's fallen and hurt..
and then they spot him. and they just stare. because.. what the fuck? over in a corner there's dennis, sandwiched between two big, beefy men. two very big, very beefy, very familiar men. trinity and javadi's mouthes open in shock and semi-horror, semi-respect.
dennis whitaker is being ravished by both of their male attendings. robby's on one side, hand in between dennis's legs and kissing him so deeply that the girls can see the shine of his tongue in dennis's mouth from across the room. jack's on the other side, sucking on the young man's neck like some kind of vampire, also with a hand on dennis's thigh. judging by dennis's face, he's in fucking heaven.
trinity curses herself- she only put one condom in dennis's pocket, not two!
Ilya losing his mind seeing Shane again every season because he just keeps getting bigger and bigger. He’s built like a fucking brick shithouse. What the fuck does he be doing all summer?! How much more muscly could he possibly get? What’s he need all that muscle for anyway? Ilya could only think it’s to pickup other men and now he’s pissed off. Only Ilya should be appreciating Hollander’s sculpted body. Ilya can’t wait to fuck him and remind Shane that he’s the only one capable of satisfying him and handling all that beefiness.
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I think little Simon would like stuffies if he could get them :)
Grace (or someone else) getting a hold of some soft friends for Simon to cuddle with, and Si is so happy!! I think he would be very gentle with them as well
Yes!!!
To have something soft, something gentle, to be trusted to hold it, for him to have something that is properly his...oh tiny Simon would be thrilled🥺💖
His ultimate comfort item is his knife sheath but, that's not exactly the most cuddly thing (soothing yes but, kinda bumpy to press against his cheek during naptime)
Maybe there are some fabric scraps that aren't big enough to be used for resources so, his carer gets to have them and they make Simon a lil teddy like this!
And oooh Simon LOVES it so much🥺 he cradles it in his arm, so gentle with the teddy as if it were made of glass! His carer does remind him that teddy will be okay with hugs and doesn't have to sit on the chair, it can join Simon in bed💖💖
dennis being a wingman for trinity at the gay bar is so funny to me, because he is so goddamn awkward.
i just imagine that he just goes up to pretty ladies at the bar,points to trinity,tells them " my friend over there likes you", then looks at them like this
One thing that nearly always happens when you get at least two (2) athletes together (especially if they play a team sport) (especially, especially if they're hockey players) is that when they get excited, they celebrate like someone just scored a goal. They're jumping up and down, yelling, hugging, clapping each other on the back, pushing each other, jumping on each other, knocking themselves over, etc.
So I like to imagine Ilya and Shane doing this whenever something moderately exciting happens.
Ilya finally gets a recipe right that he's been working on for a week? Shane's tasting it and slamming Ilya against the pantry.
They beat a difficult level in their video game? That's a cup-winning level celebration that results in the couch nearly getting broken.
Shane passes his level 1 Russian language test? Ilya's jumping on him and knocking them both to the floor in celebration.
Anya tosses her ball up and it accidently lands in the decorative bowl on the coffee table? That's a goal and they're (gently) throwing themselves on the floor to celebrate with a very confused but very excited Anya.
On a completely unrelated note, they keep a strangely large amount of drywall repair materials and paint in their garage.
Cliff Marlow trying to convince everyone Ilya is the bottom: "Guys, I've shared a shower with him. We've all thought it. You can't ignore it, it's like a Georgia peach, it made three guys dump their girlfriends. We're all just glad that a perfect thing is being properly appreciated."
David and Yuna are clearing out their attic, and they come over with a box of Shane's old childhood stuff to see if there's anything Shane (but realistically, Ilya) wants to keep.
As Shane and Ilya are going through the box, Ilya pulls out a little Centaurs branded notebook, with "Shane's Fun Facts!" written on the front in sharpie. Ilya is understandably delighted.
"What is this?" he asks, smiling from ear to ear, quickly yanking it out of the reach of Shane who immediately tries to swipe it out of his hands.
"It's nothing," says Shane, but the way his cheeks have gone pink behind his freckles tells another story.
"Uh-uh. It cannot be nothing if you don't want me to see it this badly."
Turning his back to Shane so he can't easily grab at it, Ilya opens to a random page and reads in Shane's 8-year-old scrawl:
Lightning bolts are five times hotter than the sun. That is very hot!
Ilya is grinning even wider now.
"Wow, Solnyshko, that is a fun fact."
"Fuck off," Shane says. He doesn't even attempt to grab it again, just kind of collapses and bonks his head into Ilya's shoulder. "I used to have trouble making friends as a kid. Dad suggested I start collecting facts to use as icebreakers. Y'know, to get conversations going."
"Did they work?" asks Ilya, tilting his head so that it rests on top of Shane's as his husband gives an almighty sigh.
"I think they made it worse, actually."
Ilya turns to another page and reads it out loud.
"Oology is the study of eggs. It's so cool because it looks like there are three eggs in the word!"
"Oh god," says Shane, burying his face further into Ilya's neck.
"I think you knew all the worst kids in Canada," says Ilya, putting down the book and wrapping his arms around Shane. "Those facts would have worked on me."
"Really?" asks Shane, glancing up at Ilya's face to see if he's teasing him, but Ilya is being perfectly serious.
"Of course. You came up to me and started telling me fun facts straight away, remember? 'I don't think you can smoke here.' 'Wow, Rozanov, you are the best player ever to watch.'"
"Fuck off, I didn't say that," laughs Shane.
"Well, it was something like that," says Ilya, pressing a kiss to the top of Shane's head. "So at least the fun facts worked when it mattered, yes? Imagine where we'd be if you hadn't come over to break the ice."
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Jack Abbot who is a skeezy perv with a casting couch account on pornhub. And Dennis who is so desperate for money he ends up on said couch, getting railed to within an inch of his life.
The video doesn't even do that well...
But he becomes a reoccurring guest on Jack's videos, to the point where commenters start wondering if they're dating.
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