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LOVE LOVE LOVE little white lies but will the coma chapter for rivers cannot wash it away ever see the light of day?
Iâm working on it!! I started to outline it and very quickly realized that I wanted it/it needed to be its own mini fic. So itâs kind of spiraled beyond what I had planned for it to be (itâs gone from 1 chapter to 3) and Iâm working on another blurb for rivers that I want to finish and get out first.
I was hoping to have more time this summer to work on stuff but between work and school, my writing time has dwindled and sometimes when Iâve sat down to do it I just feel really drained and donât have the energy or burst of creativity to write. Iâm crossing my fingers that this fall is a lot like last year, meaning I have more time in between things for work and school and therefore more time to write.
That being said, I am dedicating this Saturday to writing so if people want to send in asks to get my brain back into the correct mindset, that would be highly highly appreciated â¤ď¸
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he was fearless in his dissents. he did not cower in the face of aggression. he did not melt under the effusive praise from relieved family members, nor the stern chastisements from admin. no one at work knew he was a sub. shit, heather and janey had always just assumed he was neutral. it wasnât a lie. he did not mislead anyone, but he allowed the assumptions. the stereotypes were in his favor, for once.
no one assumed dennis was a dom.
he had big, searching eyes. he shrunk when confronted. he blushed and stammered when complimented. he simply did not project the casual dominance expected of his designation.
it didnât come up at work much. designations were personal. some people were more casual about the information than others, but it was uncouth the ask. there was the occasional emergency that made them relevant, but outside of the rare improper use of a dominantâs voice or an impromptu drop, it was generally not germane to the work day.
robby was dropping. fuck, he was dropping hard.
it felt pathetic to admit that it all started with gloria admonishing him for his departmentâs press-ganey scores, but that really was the inciting incident. robby felt his chest hitch, his shoulders drew up to his ears, and his fingers started to fidget with that loose thread in his jacket pocket. words like failure and fuck-up swirled in his head. he could get through the day, though. heâd gotten through worse.
and then someone asked about adamson. and then he lost a twenty year old kid who just wanted to backflip into a pool to impress a girl. and then he got blood all over his scrubs and his neck.
and then dennis found robby on the floor again, this time in a curtained off bay, on his knees, whimpering and trying to wash the arterial spray off with some half-dry wet wipes.
dennis didnât seem like a dom when he was just walking around the pitt, but the way his voice got all even and deep, the way he cooed out oh, honey. whatâs wrong? as he slowly approached robby, was nothing if not obviously revealing.
the way robby whined out and squeezed the back of his own neck in reply revealed everything too.
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trinity going âyouâre such a huckleberryâ to whitaker at the end of s1 to sound so tough like she didnât literally just open up her home to him will never not be funny to me. like she genuinely thinks sheâs coming off as big and strong, meanwhile this is her
Jack's not sure he's seen Robby this happy in months. Maybe, if he's being honest, not since before the pandemic.Â
He's stood with his hand covering half of his mouth, grin spilling out either side as he watches Dennis zoom around their backyard. His ears keep perking up at every new thing he finds and his tail is wagging so much it's collecting little leaves and twigs and Jack is sure half of those little floating seed things- he doesn't fuckin' know plant names.Â
"This is so cool! Look at these- what are you growing- oh are these roses? Is that A HOSE? Can we play with the hose? My brother used to throw buckets of water on me- do you have a pool?"Â
Robby snorts through his fingers. "A pool?"Â
"Like those little ones? For paddling."Â
"No, we don't-"Â
"Oh. Thats okay! A hose is just as fun!"Â
Outside of the store, Dennis' form is a little more visible, and the boy has muscle. Probably from all that farm work. It makes Jack's mouth a little dry watching him flex them as he rocks back and forth on his heels, clasping his hand behind him and grinning as he forces himself to slow down.Â
"Sorry. I know I'm a bit⌠much."Â
"Don't apologise puppy. This is a yapping friendly house-" Jack nods solemnly, until he gets a shoulder nudged into his own and a wink from his partner, the corner of his mouth pulled into a teasing tug.Â
"Well."Â
Jack throws him an exasperated look, and semi-jokes back. "Well. We can get to that later Michael. Jeez let the puppy settle in."Â
Looks like he'll have to manage them both.Â
Dennis narrows his eyes at them, and then widens them as big as the moon. "Oh is it like, Jack you want me to talk and Robby you want me to.. not? Like they asked us to in the store?"Â
"Shit I-"Â
"Thats okay!" Dennis says quickly. "I can do that!"Â
"It's not that I don't want you to talk." Robby says, shoving his hands in his pocket.
Except, that is what he wants. That was clearly on the list of things they wanted from adopting a hybrid, someone to dote on and care for and to be a sweet little pet that barks and whines. Obviously not strictly, they're not assholes, but he shouldn't be lying to the kid to appease him either. Or diminishing his own wants and needs. Jack frowns.Â
Before he can intervene, Dennis goes to bump his head into Robby's chest, snuffling and pressing until Robby gets a hand in his hair. "M' not saying it to say it cos' you adopted me. I like doing more hybrid stuff, being more hybrid. I used to play with my brothers like- like a real dog I guess. That was fun. And then I would yap with my- uh- I called her my ma, but she wasn't but- I just mean that both are fun for me. Sometimes it's nice to switch my brain off for a while."Â
Robby flushes, "yeah? It's not- it wouldn't be like- you can speak if you needed something for sure. I would never-." Dennis butts his head into Robby again, all his pearly white teeth gleaming in the sun, shoving a little harder this time until Robby stumbles back. "Okay, okay. I get it puppy."Â
Jack tries, and fails, to hide his grin. Jim was right, Dennis is a good boy. He'll talk to him later about it again, preferably alone so Robby doesn't sabotage himself.Â
"Mmhm." Dennis hesitates. "But can I speak now? While you show me around?"Â
"Course' pup." Jack laughs. "We haven't talked about that sort of stuff yet, and I don't think we could stop you if we wanted- you look like you're about to take off."Â
"M' just so excited!" Dennis bounces from heel to toe.Â
"This is a house of talking Den." Robby huffs through a laugh. "Too much talking sometimes. You wont get anything past this one without a million and one conversations about feelings." He leans down and whispers, "he's goes to therapy and don't we all know it."Â
"Heaven forbid everyone's on the same page." Jack laughs as Dennis giggles, running a hand through the kids hair and patting his back. "Come on, let us show you the rest of the house."Â
The kids enthusiasm is a little infectious, but he still gets all solemn and nods seriously when Jack or Robby gives him what they call 'serious info', where to find the medication draw for painkillers, how to lock the doors, where they keep the keys. He doesn't even protest when Jack tells him that until he's settled they'd prefer him to come to them before he takes anything from the draw. None-pulsed by the lack of trust.Â
"Do you have a- uh- like a bath thing for me? Outside?"Â
"Oh, um, we thought you'd just use our shower?" Robby looks at Jack and he nods, hand on Dennis' lower back as he peers at the two sets of electric toothbrushes and shaving cream. A disposable razor and a fancy stainless steel engraved safety razor. He wishes he could peer inside of the kids mind.Â
"You're gonna let me shower where you shower? With hot water?"Â
"Yeah⌠did you not have that at the shop?"Â
Dennis peers into the shower. "Oh at the shop sure! It was really nice, and they had this cool shampoo we could use for our fur and our hair! At home I just bathed outside cos' I used to run around a lot and get all dirty and they said I'd clog the drains." He giggles. "And so we just used soap cos I used to get dirty so often."Â
The kid pauses, seems to realise what he's saying, and he peers up at them both. "Not that- I won't get- I won't do that with you guys, promise, I'll be clean and-"Â
"We don't mind a mucky pup do we Mike?" Jack forces a smile on his face. He'd wanted a rescue hybrid, something he could get a handle on. Denis is a little⌠softer than he'd perhaps been expecting. He doesn't think Dennis will struggle to follow any rules. But maybe this can be what he sinks his teeth into. "What's the point in enjoying the outside if you don't get all up in it, hmm?"Â
Dennis studies him for a second, before slowly grinning again, practically vibrating as he says, "right!!"Â
"Sometimes I like to run the trails, gets real muddy in the autumn or after some good rain."Â
"He comes back filthy, mud splattered up to his eyelashes."Â
"Really?" Dennis' tail wags with fever now. "Can I run with you? Please? Please Jack? I love running."Â
Robby groans, "-oh thank fuck. Does this mean you won't try and persuade me to go then anymore?"Â
Jack dutifully ignores him."Sure pup, we'll get you fitted for some shoes today if you want."Â
Dennis' tail slows a little. "You don't have to do that. Spend money. I can just have, um, cheap ones? From goodwill or something."Â
Robby frowns. "Puppy, it's okay we want to buy you things."Â
"Mike loves buying shit. If you wanna make him happy let him spoil you."Â
"And Jack always tells me getting good shoes is important."Â
"It is. We'll get your gait measured and make sure your feet don't roll and get you proper support. Helps with knee problems and shin splints and blisters."Â
"And then you'll be able to run for miles."Â
"And then you might be able to keep up with me."Â
"He's probably going to run rings around you Jack."Â
"Just because when I run with you I have to go snail pace doesn't mean that's how fast I run without you Michael. Do you even check my strava?"
"Do I check your strava? No Jack I think I have better things to do with my-"Â
Jack turns his head exasperatedly to the kid, who is looking at them wide eyed, but his little tail is wagging again at least. "He doesn't even check my strava puppy. I think I have grounds for divorce."Â
"We're not even married Jack!"Â
~
Eventually, they manage to cajole Dennis into the idea of a shopping trip. They might as well get everything they need in one go while it's their day off, and there's still so much of the day left. The actually logistics of adopting Dennis had been surprisingly simple.Â
It does make Jack feel a little strange, they they were practically just given Dennis with only one nebulously promised house visit, but it's fine. Dennis seems happy at east. Despite his protests about having money spent on him, it's clear that Dennis is excited.Â
Now that they're making waves to get going, Dennis has stopped his yapping and has instead taken to circling Robby, nudging him and stepping over his feet and swatting him with his tail. If he could crawl inside of Robby's skin Jack's pretty sure he would. He even yips in excitement when Robby grabs for the keys.Â
And Robby is enamoured, guiding Dennis with a soft hand to the back of his neck or in his ears, and one memorable moment- a hand tugging gently at his tail while Dennis giggled, stopping him from ragging about Robby's shoes. The little menace. It's clear too, that Dennis is taken with Robby. Pushing him playfully to get little reactions.Â
Robby keeps a hand to his shoulder all the way to the car, opening the door for the kid to jump in the back.Â
They start with some clothes, nice jumpers (Robby), some little white Nike socks the kid will look adorable in (Jack), and a cap that says 'bad day to be a hotdog' (Dennis).Â
Then to the running shop, where Dennis' sprint on the treadmill genuinely makes him fear for his life on their next run. They'd started at a nice pace, upped it to Jack's own speed when Dennis was clearly having a ball- his tongue lolling out, and then up to a sprint, and a mega sprint, just to see him go. Even the shop's staff had gotten excited with him, two of the boys making a bet with the woman behind the counter and the seasoned ultra marathon runner owner. They just kept on upping the speed and Dennis kept laughing and speeding up his legs.Â
At his fastest, Jack had hovered a hand behind his back just in case, but he shouldn't have worried. Dennis was a little greyhound.Â
When he finally stepped off the treadmill, dopey grin on his blotchy red face and sweat at the corner of his brow, he'd gone straight up to Robby (sat on the little chairs for people to try on the shoes) and collapsed down between his legs, resting his grinning face on his knee and puffing out air while Robby pets him.Â
"Enjoy that puppy?"Â
"So much. I've never been on one of those before."Â
Jack smiles over at them, and then turns to owner to negotiate shoe options.Â
He doesn't let Dennis see the price when they leave.Â
The real gem of the day though is the hybrid pet store.Â
"Woah- this is huge." Dennis breathes out, eyes sparkling as they walk through the automatic doors, Robby's hand practically glued to him still like Velcro. "Is this just for hybrids?"Â
"Yup. Perks of living in a city I gue-"Â
"JACK IS THAT A FRISBEE?"Â
Jack, rather unsuccessfully, hides his grin behind his hand.Â
~
"Hmm, how do you feel about this one pup?"Â
Robby's fingers trace the delicate blue collar with the a little black plastic clasp, though his eyes keep sweeping up to the premium solid block of leather on the top shelf. Jack personally thinks the leather and the flimsy blue thing are stupid choices- he'd go with the sturdy looking one with the grab handles but whatever. He'd told himself that he'd leave this bit to Robby, and Robby is apparently keen on choosing it together with Dennis.
It's very sweet.Â
"Thats nice, sure."Â
"But you don't love it?"Â
"Uh- it's a bit thin maybe?"Â
"Hmm, I agree yeah." Robby's eyes slide back up to the leather, and Jack has to look to the side to resist the urge to interfere. He loves Michael, he does. He loves him in a way he didn't think was possible after Liz, in a way that feels both comparable and completely incomparable at the same time.Â
But it doesn't mean that Robby doesn't annoy the fuck out of him sometimes. Especially with this shit. The way he continually ignores his own wants and needs because he thinks they'll be an imposition, when all Jack wants is for him to impose.Â
He looks down the isle and makes a mental list of all the things left for them to buy, going through the essentials first and then the wants, and then the 'absolutely unnecessary but definitely going to buy'.Â
When he looks back over to them, its to Dennis peeing up at Robby with a contemplating look in his eye as Robby glances up again. He quickly makes himself look busy when Robby looks back down at him, but after a few minutes he does a little- if Jack's being honest a little on the nose- theatrical little gasp. He peers up at the thick leather and points with his little hand.Â
"What about those ones? I like that colour- do you?"Â
Jack sees the moment he notices the prices, and his ears go back a little, but Robby has already perked up, biting at his lip.
"I do, those are really nice Dens. Which do you like?"Â
Jack wants to take him by the shoulders and shake him. He was half-joking before but he's not now. He'll train both of them, and he'll use each of them to train the other, just watch him.Â
"Will you pick me some options? Theres too many to choose from."Â
"Sure puppy."Â
He gets three down, the one he keeps looking at- a thinner option- and a truly garish black one. It's a good thing Dennis' neck is a little thick from farm work, because both Dennis and Jack can see clear as day which he's favouring.Â
Still, Dennis pretends to consider and then nudges the thick collar with his hand (paw?) with a little yip.Â
Mike beams.Â
When they've done trying it on, both on them nearly wriggling with excitement, Dennis turns to look at Jack. When he grins, all Jack can hear in the tug of his mouth is see? See Jack? Did you see how I picked the right one? Did you see how happy I made him? Are you proud of me?
It's like he knows, the clever little pup, that the quickest way to Jack's heart is through kindness to Michael.Â
~
They make it through most of the essentials. Dog bed, blankets, a cage (not as punishment as per the article), fur shampoos and normal shampoos and curl cream (though Jack probably has enough to share, it's nice for Dennis to have his own things). They're mostly done when they see the little tag engraving machine.Â
This time, it's Dennis who looks at it and away a little too many times.Â
Jack nudges Robby and tilts his head over to Dennis then to the machine.Â
Sometimes, the effortless way they move with each other really is a blessing. Robby gets him almost instantly.Â
"Oh wow, look at this- I didn't know they were automating them now. Look at this Dens!"Â
After a little back and forth, they decide on a plain circular design and a gold brass. The little machine engraves the 'Dennis' on one side and 'M. Robinavitch and J. Abbot' on the other, their phone number underneath. Not that Jack thinks they need it- but it means something to Robby he thinks, something that he's not sure he'll ever be able to fully understand. And it clearly means something to Dennis too, as he peers through the glass and watches their names etched permanently into bronze, eyes misty and watery as he pulls back.Â
~Â
"Shit- Jack we forgot a harness and leash. I was thinking one that matches the collar."Â
"I'm not going to run away." Dennis pouts.Â
Robby flushes beet red. "Um- it's not- I was thinking."Â
Jack leans down and says lowly in his ear. "He wants to strap you up and fuck you in it puppy- that something you're up for?"Â
It's Dennis' turn to flush then, squirming on his toes and peeing up at Robby with his big round eyes. "Y-yeah. Please? Whatever one you want."Â
"Do you want to come help me pick?" Robby powers through.
"No I trust you." Dennis tells him.Â
While they wait for him, Jack snags a few toys and treats for their already overflowing cart before his eyes snag on the cute little underwear section. He supposes that's to be expected, the frills and the sex toys. House pets do tend to be fucked. That is, too, why they have Dennis. And Jack supposes too, that people want their house pets to look all pretty and sweet.Â
It's just that earlier Dennis had picked up some classic boxers, and Jack knows him his paperwork that Dennis is sporting a pussy and a cock under his shorts. He's just not sure how that shit works. How gender works, he guesses, for male omegas and female alpha hybrids. He's never really thought to ask. The middle of the store doesn't quite feel like the place to either.Â
"Which do you like best? I think the blue ones are neat."Â
He raises his eyebrow. "Don't play that game with me kid. I'm not sucker like Robinavitch."Â
Dennis giggles and for the first time since leaving the house, butts his little head into Jack.Â
"How'd you feel about them though? I wouldn't be opposed to seeing you in some adorable little frilly panties kid, no shame in saying it, getting you all wet and soaking them through, but-", he shrugs. "Maybe a little much for now."Â
"I haven't had sex but I didn't live under a rock Jack. I had a hand-me-down phone and access to the internet. I've like- gotten off- to stuff before I presented."Â
Huh. Of course. Jack hadn't considered that-
"It's just my pussy I haven't played with."Â
"Christ puppy." Jack mutters, glancing around to see if anyone is close. Luckily not. But then again, what are they expecting from a guy and his omega hybrid stood in front of panties and sex toys. Gruffly, he asks, "what size are you pup?"Â
Dennis grins hard and runs his fingers over some of the knee-high socks and suspenders.
"You a little freak Dennis? Hmm?"
Dennis flushes. "Just pick what you like I'll wear them." He peers up innocently. Though Jack can see right through his little facade. "I just want to make you happy Jack, will this make you happy? I'll be good for you I promise."Â
Jack puts several sets in the cart. (And one particularly lacy panties, bra and knee-high socks set).Â
~
"Pup, it's like the middle of the night for me. Come cuddle." Jack demands. He's fucking shattered its 2pm and though he's got tomorrow off he really doesn't wanna obliterate his sleep schedule. Plus the puppy looks like he could do with a nap after all that excitement.Â
"Oh- I was going to help Robby with the things." Dennis rings his paws in the hem of his shirt, ears perking up at the sounds Robby's making in the kitchen unpacking the actual food shopping they did too. Gotta get good snacks for the puppy.
Jack shoos him away with his hand. "He'll be fine."Â
"Will he now?" Comes the muffled reply.Â
"He will if he wants me to be awake enough to fuck the pup later. Otherwise he's waiting for me." Jack calls back.Â
Robby grumbles, but otherwise doesn't protest.Â
"He'll be fine puppy, it's just a few bits and bobs. How about we nap in your room? You up for it?"Â
Dennis nods eagerly and follows him upstairs practically nipping at his heels. They'd decided to give Dennis the spare room as his own safe space, but they're hoping to transition him to the dog bed in their room, or to the crate that will also be in their room. For now, Jack pats the bed and Dennis hops up and instantly curls into him, wrapping his tail around Jack's hip alongside one of his legs.Â
Jack huffs, pressing a kiss between Dennis' ears.Â
"You're such a good boy Dennis." He mumbles. "I'm really glad we found you."Â
Dennis chirps, letting out a content little sigh and rumble as he presses boneless into Jack. "I'm glad you found me too. Today was so good Jack. Like, the best day ever."Â
"Yeah?" Jack snuffles a laugh into his hair. "You know⌠we talk a lot of game puppy, and I know you're excited too, but it's okay to be nervous as well. When or if we do anything later, if you want to take it slow, or stop, you just say okay?"Â
Dennis nods and burrows into his chest. "K'ay Jack."Â
"And if you don't like something tell me. It's only fun for us if it's fun for you too. Don't try and impress us because you think you need to. Especially cos we bought you these things. You don't owe us anything."Â
Dennis is silent for a moment.Â
"But you adopted me because you wanted to fuck me?"Â
Yeah, Jack supposes they did. "Mmm."Â
"So if I say I don't want to then I'll go back to the shop right? And you'll have wasted all your money."Â
He really is a smart fucking kid.Â
"Two things, one- not wanting to now, or wanting to go slow doesn't mean no forever. It doesn't have to be all or nothing, we can go at your pace. And two- I know what I said at the shop, but thinking and doing are two different things. I won't ever begrudge you for trying something and discovering you don't like it. If you hate it and never want to do it, then we'd just adopt another hybrid and you'd have a friend."Â
Dennis scoffs.Â
"Hey- I'm not kidding. You're cute, you're funny, you've already had Michael smiling more than I've seen him smile in months. You don't need to audition to stay kid, you've got the part."Â
"Yeah?" He asks weakly.Â
"Yeah puppy⌠Do you feel like you could tell me Dennis? If you didn't like or want something? And know that I wouldn't be mad at you or disappointing? It's important to me that you understand that."Â
"Yeah. I⌠I do yeah." And he sounds it, rolling the words around on his tongue and settling on them. "What are you- um- what should I?"Â
"Oh you don't have to do anything but let us make you feel good. Gonna maybe start by kissing you a little, run our hands over your body, tease your nipples a little. Then probably play with your cock if you like that, if you get hard. Robby's got quite a mouth on him, and I'm betting you've never had anyone suck your cock before right?Â
Dennis shakes his head.Â
"Mmm. Well that'd probably get your little pussy dripping enough that we could hve a little play with her. We'll try you out on a few fingers, see if we can get you to cum a few times. If you like that, maybe we can stretch you out to take us. Little steps see? Build you up. Nothing youve gotta do but lay there and look pretty and let us make you feel good puppy. Just like your friends in the shop yeah?"Â
Dennis whimpers, squirming on top of Jack while his cock starts to thicken. Jack feels it, surprisingly big- not huge, but big- against his stomach. He grins and pats his back.
"Sleep Dennis, they'll be time for all that later."Â
Just something that Dennis posted to after he got into the world of omegaverse, tagged a cheeky, 'pagingdr0mega'. Just shit posts about his nest and how hard it is to be an omega in this world.
And then it extended to the toys as well; knotting dildos, flavored lubes, pheromone perfumes. When Jack was out of town one of the first things he did was set up a nest on their bed to curl up in for the next couple nights. It was a little thing just for him- sometimes under the influence of an edible, sometimes not, curled up in his nest and working a thick knot into his hole to squirm and clench around. If he was feeling up for a clean up, he'd use a squirting dildo so he could feel the warmth swelling in his core.
Jack wasn't supposed to learn about it. There wasn't a non-awkward way to tell your chronically offline partner what omegaverse was that didn't make Dennis want to shrivel up into a hole and die from embarrassment.
Usually he could predict Jack's trips like clockwork. He'd leave Friday morning then be home by Sunday afternoon. Two nights of squirming around in Jack's hoodies and boxers while imagining the man of the hour plastered along his back and giving him the ride of his life before he had to clean it all up.
He knew he didn't fuck up the timing. Jack had come home early.
Had come up stairs at 8 am ready to climb in bed for a little while and enjoy surprising his partner just to see him curled up in a fabric doughnut , splayed out with a colorful little circle nestled into his hole that clued him in to a fun night home alone.
It doesn't take much before Jack's got the end of the dildo between his fingers and jostling it gently just to watch his sleeping boyfriend squirm and whine. Look down with a curious glance to see the resistance to his gentle ministrations, see the colorful silicone that stretches his hole that makes Dennis groan softly.
It doesn't take long for Dennis to start stirring, moaning properly and burying his face into one of Jack's hoodies. He even whimpers for Jack to breed him, which makes something stir low and hot in his gut.
"Sugar I don't think we've got the parts for that." And Dennis frowns and blinks a bit and freezes
"Jack-!"
"Having a good dream, baby? Seems like you had fun in here-"
"-omigod let me clean up Jesus I'm so sorry-"
Dennis doesn't know it of course, but Jack's search history that night is pretty revealing;
Fabric circle in bed
Fabric ring on bed
Fabric nest
nesting
nesting not pregnant woman
What are omegas
What is omegaverse
Dennis can't help but cover his face in embarrassment when Jack brings it up the next morning, "No baby, c'mon, I'm open to it, I just wanna talk about it first-"
He's certainly reaping the benefits of it later when Jack had him folded in half in bed, wearing a cock sheath and cooing in his ear about how he's "gonna breed his pretty omega so good, give him as many babies as he wants-"
thinking about robby being swaddled again so um. agere little!robby and jack taking care of him. this is just all softness and caretaking of all my fav varieties okay have fun!!
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Jack was was washing dishes when he heard Robby come through the front door. "In the kitchen, Mike!"
Robby walked in soon after, heading straight for Jack.
"Hi, dear, missed you," Jack said as he leaned in to kiss Robby. Except, the other man turned his face before Jack could kiss him, dodging his lips. Jack chuckled a little, trying to mask his confusion, "What? No kiss from my husband?"
"Can kiss m' cheek," Robby said quietly, not quite looking at Jack, his voice shy.
Recognition washed over Jack's face. He leaned in again, this time to kiss Robby's cheek as requested before speaking, "You feeling small tonight, bubba?"
Robby's cheeks were flushed red as he nodded slowly, still not making eye contact with Jack.
"Okay, thank you for telling me, Mikey," Jack said, his hand rubbing Robby's forearm soothingly. "How about we go get cleaned up before dinner? You can sit on the bench with me in the shower."
"With Daddy?" Robby asked, finally turning to look at Jack with big, pleading eyes.
"Yeah, bubba, with Daddy," Jack said with a smile. "C'mon let's go the bathroom." He grabbed Robby's hand as he started walking down to their bedroom. He was very grateful he had put his prosthesis on to cook that evening, knowing how much Robby liked to always have contact with Jack when he was small.
Once in their bedroom, Jack walked them over to the dresser to pick out clothes. "Do you want a t-shirt or a sweater, bubba?" Jack asked, he had already pulled out a pair of soft shorts for Robby, the ones he always liked to wear when he was feeling small.
"Sweater, please," Robby responded softly.
Jack squeezed his hand encouragingly before finding one of his old, oversized crew necks that was soft from years of wear, "How about this one?"
"Daddy's?" Robby asked, his voice betraying his excitement at getting to wear something of Jack's.
"Yeah, baby," Jack said with a smile. He quickly grabbed a t-shirt and shorts for himself before leading them into the bathroom. "Mikey do you think you can wait here so I can go get my wheelchair for after we get all clean?" Jack asked as he guided Robby to sit on their changing bench.
Robby nodded, "Can be good."
"You're always good, bubba," Jack said, leaning down to kiss Robby's forehead, "Always."
Jack returned after just a few minutes, parking his chair near the bench for transferring later. Before taking his prosthesis off, he helped Robby undress. "Arms up," Jack instructed, "Good job, bubba."
The shower was relatively quick and easy. Jack helping Robby wash and Robby wanting to help Jack too (which Jack always found adorable).
He helped Robby dry off and get dressed. Admiring how adorable his boy looked wrapped up in his sweater, "You're so cute, Mikey," he praised, making Robby blush.
Once they were both dressed and Jack had transferred to his wheelchair, Jack led them out of the bathroom. "Let's go get some food, baby, I put stew on in the crockpot."
Robby nodded slowly, but he looked uncertain, standing close to Jack's chair but not moving.
"Do you want to hold onto the back of Daddy's chair baby? I'm sorry I can't hold your hand right now."
Robby nodded more eagerly now, loosely holding one of the handles on the back of the chair. Just enough contact to feel safe, not so much that it would interfere with Jack's movement.
They ate dinner quietly. Robby had pushed his chair as close to Jack's as possible. Jack kept his left hand on Robby's thigh for their entire meal, a constant reminder that he was here.
Once they finished eating, Jack gathered their dishes and packed away leftovers into tupperware. All the while with Robby following close behind like a little shadow.
When he was finished Jack turned to face Robby, "Let's go brush our teeth and get cozy in bed, Mikey. Daddy can wrap you up in your special blanket, how does that sound?"
"Want that," Robby replied, nodding excitedly.
After finishing their nighttime routines they made their way towards the bed together. Jack had put his prosthesis back on temporarily so he could get Robby tucked into bed more easily.
"Let's get your sweater off, bubba, don't want you getting too warm," Jack said as he guided Robby to raise his arms and allow Jack to pull the sweater off. He retrieved Robby's "special blanket" (a lightweight thing that was large enough for Robby's body) from where it was kept folded on the bench at the foot of the bed.
As Jack walked back to where Robby was sitting on the edge of the bed, Robby was reaching out for Jack. Once close enough, he wrapped his arms around Jack's torso and shoved his face into Jack's chest.
"Mikey, baby, I'm gonna wrap you up, okay bubba?" Jack said with a chuckle. " You can cuddle up with Daddy soon I promise."
Robby grumbled but released Jack, giving him space to pull the comforter back and lay the blanket down.
"Can you lay on your blanket for me, bubba?"
Robby was eager to comply, laying down in the center.
"Do you want arms out or tucked in?" Jack asked, knowing how his boy liked to hold onto him at times.
Robby didn't say anything but he lifted one arm above his head, which was enough of an answer for Jack.
Jack made quick work of wrapping Robby up, swaddling him tightly.
Robby exhaled deeply when Jack was done, "Thank you, Daddy."
"Anytime, bubba," Jack said as he leaned down to kiss Robby's forehead. He made his way to the other side of the bed, removing his prosthesis for the final time, shucking off his own t-shirt, and getting under the comforter with Robby. "Ready for cuddles, Mikey?"
Robby nodded eagerly, reaching for Jack with his free arm.
Jack smiled at his boy as he helped Robby get settled against Jack. He was tucked up against Jack's side, with his free arm wrapped around Jack's torso.
"Daddy?" Robby asked softly.
"Yeah bubba?"
"Book?"
"You want me to read to you?"
Robby nodded into Jack's side where his head rested.
"Okay, let's see where we left off," Jack said as he reached for the e-reader he kept on his nightstand. Robby struggled with having too many physical "kid" items when he felt small, so storybooks on the e-reader was the perfect solution for him.
Jack read softly to Robby for a while, eventually stopping when he felt the breaths against his skin even out. He set the e-reader aside and clicked off the lamp.
Jack adjusted himself and Robby so they were lying down fully, kissed Robby's hair softly as he whispered, "Good night, bubba, love you so much."
Robby stirred slightly, looking up at Jack with sleepy eyes, "'Ove you too, Daddy," before tucking his head back into Jack's chest.
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âDennis escaped but canât escape from the daddy and dad in his headâ
It had been three month since he managed to escape.
Three months since he was found half dressed, in middle of nowhere, one of the biggest storms the city had seen in years. Pure luck he managed to stumble onto a road, the car nearly hitting him. A few hours later he was at the police station, a few more with Trinityâs arms around him while they sobbed.
He was missing for nine weeks.
Nine weeks with a collar around his throat, kneeling at their feet.
Nine weeks of âNow puppies donât speak do they?â And âThatâs what you needed right baby, your owners to take care of you?â And âYes pup just like that, -Fuck, be a good boy for daddyâ
He couldnât identify them, the house, where he was kept.
He never saw them, eyes always taped and soft fabric tied tight. He was sure they used voice changers, at first anyways. Towards the end though it all gets abit hazy.
Soft hands and gentle lips. Safety and warmth between their bodies. In their bed. If he thinks hard enough heâs sure he can see them, truly see them, blinking up at them, hearing them sooth him, play with him. Own him.
He stops thinking hard.
Itâs a trauma response the doctors say. A dead end the police say.
So the case stays open. But life continues. The news moves on to other stories and he gets discharged from the hospital soon after. Physically heâs in good shape. The best shape heâs ever been in actually. Well fed and almost cared for. He shudders.
Mentally heâs not so good.
He flashes back a lot. Moments of hands in his hair and the collar jiggling around his neck. Food being hand fed and fingers deep inside him. So fucking good it hurts.
He feels empty in more ways than one.
Trinity doesnât let him sleep alone. He doesnât mind it. Knows sheâs try to comfort both herself and him that heâs here and safe.
He doesnât feel safe. Hasnât felt safe since he stumbled out that front door. Hearing them shout after him.
He lays awake at night. Every night. Listening to her breathing. Counting the flecks on the ceiling.
They say it will just take time. Heâs been through a traumatic experience and just needs home.
But this homes sheets donât feel right anymore. The clothes donât feel like his and the hand across his waist is all wrong.
Everything is wrong.
Going back to work helps. Although it was hard to push for it. Robby was so unsure of him coming back but he feels more himself in the ER. Feels closer to that feeling of home heâs been chasing for some reason. And if nothing else the sheer exhaustion of a shift (even if itâs just half) has him passing out to sleep some.
The gossip of his return has slowly died down too and people have stopped walking around on egg shells with him mostly.
He still feels eyes on him though, feels like someone is seeing the âwrongnessâ that has twisted itself into him. He can never pinpoint from where.
So he works.
He works like a normal person and goes home like a normal person and he pushes down the need to drop to his knees and play with the collar that has not been there in months.
It was a quiet shift. Almost boring with the amount of staff in for it. He noticed heâd only been on when there was full team. Heâd been meaning to bring it up to Dana but didnât have it in him. Heâs avoid speaking a lot these days.
âPuppies donât speak babyâ
It was a rare day however with both Jack and Robby there, Jack having switched to help cover a few hours for something or other. Dennis wasnât sure, but it felt good to have them both there. Safe. Both close. Both eyes-
He shakes his head turning from the board.
Normal, a normal person, who works a normal job and is a norm-
Dennis smashed straight into a chest, hands catching his hips before he could go too far. He flashed.
âFingers digging into his skin, his body pulled back over and over again. Another set hold his face up, chin tilted.â
âFuck pup just like that. Fuck. Donât stop- Jesus- Good boy. So fucking good for your dad yeah. Our good boy-â
Dennis blinks, his body crushing back to the present.
âCareful kid. You nearly went flyin- hey you okey? Dennis?â
Jacks hands tightened briefly, head tilting downwards to make eye contact.
Dennis stomach twisted.
His voice missing. He whimpered.
âTrauma room one! Jack with me!â
Jack held the eye contact a moment longer. Dennis was sure he saw his lip twitch. He was gone before Dennis could move. The âwrongnessâ alittle less.
The shift continues.
A broken arm, eye infection, case of the flu. They flicker through. Dennis works. He works and works and keeps his eyes carefully away from Doctor Abbot.
He strays closer and closer to Robby by result.
âGood job in there Mouse, ordering that ECG, good catchâ
His large hand squeezing his shoulder tight.
âHis collar is tugged up, face pulled into the soft chest he knows well by nowâ
âGood boy Dens. My good boy, come here baby. Let daddy touch youâ
Dennis throat clicks as he swallows.
âThank you Doctor Robbyâ
The 'wrongness' lessens again.
He floats through the rest of his shift, taking a breath as he finally finishing up his charting and makes a move towards the lockers.
He passes room after room.
Normal, a normal person finishing their shift and going home. His home. The one he built. His normal home.
He pauses by room 6.
Music?
âIâm sorry itâs the only thing we have found to calm him downâ
The young mum smiled apologetically, stroking her sonâs knee back and forth.
Her phone tight in his grip.
Robbyâs laugh hits like a fist to his chest.
âNot at all, the beach boys are actually a guilty pleasure. This song especiallyâ
Robby hummed along. The occasional word coming out as he continues to work, concentration fully on the job at hand.
Dennis spun. He flashed.
âCold tiles under his knees, the smell of bacon in the air and the soft gentle hum of music from the stereo.â
âAruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take ya. To Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama-â
âA hand tugging his head back, fingers pushing against his lips-
âOpen up pup. Breakfastâ
-A routine. The same morning routine. Daddyâs morning routine. Robbyâs-â
His head throbbed. World spinning.
Out he needed out.
He stumbled to the outdoor stairwell, panting, sweating, body going numb. Panic building, music still bouncing around his head.
âKey Largo, Montego, baby, why don't we goâ
âDadâs knee hard under his cheek, kneeling between his legs, fingers pulling through his hair, coconut shampoo and water against his backâ
âThere we go pup all clean. Smell just like dad againâ
âOoh, I wanna take you down to Kokomo, We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slowâ
âDaddy chuckles as his fingers tickle down his sides. T-shirt pulled over his head. A kiss pushed to his forehead.â
âMy ticklish little pup. Hmm? All cosy.â
âThat's where we wanna go. Way down in Kokomoâ
âFeel good puppy. Yeah? Just like that, fucking made for us. Made to take dadâs cockâ
âHands tugging his thigh higher, hooking it over dadâs hip.-
âGood boy Den. Such a good boy. All ours baby all oursâ
-His palms pressed against his daddyâs chest. Body smushed on his side between them both. Panting into daddyâs neck, dads fingers rubbing faster and faster over his clitâ
âHis daddy and his dad and
- His Robby and his Jack-â
The needle dug into his neck before he could even react. Eyes going wide and body limp. Strong hands catching him before he could hit the ground.
âI got you pup, I got you, there you go.â
Jacks arms pulled him tight to his chest, fingers pushing his hair back as he whimpered.
âDad.â
âShh, shh yeah. Yeah dadâs got you. I got you. Daddyâs coming. We got you puppy. Never letting you go again. Time to go back home.â
Dennis eyes fluttered, face pushed into Jack's neck as he hummed. The sound of a door opening and Robbyâs voice again.
He was safe, he was warm, he was going home again.
The 'wrongness' finally gone.
(Heavily inspired by sacrificedagoatâs original corrupt human love series on AO3 - go check them out if dark, kidnap, pup play is your vibeâ¨đâ¤ď¸)