idk what im doing here i hate blood

Okay combining this with some other random thoughts I had. Mainly that one sex and the city episode where Miranda dates a guy who always showers as soon as he comes. Like, does not cuddle or say anything, gets up and showers it off.

So Dennis who genuinely feels like he needs to go wash himself clean in the shower physically and metaphorically after he gets his brains fucked out. Sometimes he mumbles a little prayer too because fuck, there's something so wrong with him to keep crawling back to this. There's verses about cutting off your hand if it causes you to sin, maybe he should just do that. Gauge his eyes out so he doesn't lust after Robby or Jack anymore.

But the shower works for now.

Of course, Jack and Robby pick up on it. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. It does take a freak to make it...worse.

Something something Dennis getting tied down to the bed, or WAIT first he's getting worked open so slowly and lazily to warm him up. Then he's riding Jack with his hands tied behind his back, thighs trembling from the exertion, whining because his partners just coo "Working so hard, aren't you baby? Doesn't it feel good? Yeah? Such a pretty little cockslut for us."

The praise mixed with the degradation just makes Dennis burn. He's getting praised for being so fucking filthy as he arches his back to take more of Robby's cock as he drools on Jack, trying to clean up the mixture of cum and sweat, not sure what to do with the "Messy thing, aren't you? Our favorite cumdump."

Dennis makes some sort of noise but that only encourages Jack to double down while Robby fucks him at a brutal pace. "You are, sweetheart. Your job is to take what we give you and be a good, warm spot for our cum. You've got to stop wasting, it baby. Should we get you a plug? Something to keep you nice and filled until we decide we need to use you again."

And there's something so addicting about watching Dennis's resolve slowly crumple. Watching him slowly accept his place, slowly being okay and then accepting, and then happy with being their favorite little toy to play with.

He can be good for them and if he's good for Robby and Jack, that's all that really matters. They're the ones that make sure he's hydrated and gets some food in him after they're done using him. Robby never lets him fall asleep without wiping away his sweat. Jack always makes sure he's got a blanket on him so he doesn't wake up shivering hours later.

Victoria having that spacey look on her face but instead of it being from how fucking tired she is, it's from her body slowly pushing her into that pre-heat haze, trying to subtlely catch the attention of one of the alphas she's standing near.

Robby catches the scent first. Probably because he's already had an eye on her all day, enamored with her sweet, tender, scent, chest filling with pride every single time she did something so well. He bit his tongue so many times he practically drew blood which only made him wonder what her blood would taste like on his tongue right after he knotted her up and claimed her.

He makes up some excuse, something that doesn't quite make sense but Jack has that knowing glint in his eye, and finds a reason to escort Victoria home. Something about drinking and walking home unattended, he's a proper alpha, Robby would never let an omega walk home alone after a day like today, let alone after she's been drinking every single can Robby handed her.

Victoria doesn't think twice about it. Dr. Robby smells nice and his hand is large and heavy at the small of her back as he ushers her away from the small crowd.

His hand returns to the small of her back not even an hour later, after he's pushed her down onto the bed, voice instructing her, "Roll over, legs on my shoulders, there we go, good girl."

Victoria's words are weird. Much more high pitched and breathy and needy than she would ever allow herself to sound like. But it doesn't matter because she can smell how much Robby likes the way she pleads, "Please, alpha, I'll be good, jus' need it, need your knot, it hurts-"

Robby tried to prep her. He tried to slowly work her open, groaning at how tight her pussy was, shushing her cries of "Not enough, it's not enough, Robby, please." But she was impatient, something they'll have to work on later, as she grinded her dripping cunt up and down his thigh in the hallway, shedding her clothes as they moved towards his bedroom, and begging for more as he had barely put one finger inside of her.

So it's not surprising that her sobs get louder when Robby finally pushes his cock into her fully. That her entire body tenses up despite being made for this, made for him, the most perfect omega he'd ever laid eyes on.

She spasms a bit, legs twitching, flinching slightly away from him and the weight of his body.

"Deep breath, baby," is all Robby offers before he's practically pinning her legs behind her ears in a mating press, forcing his cock inside of her at a pace that Victoria's only ever dreamed about.

It hurts and it's too much and she wants to plead "Slow down" but that need in her belly is slowly being filled. His cock finds a spot that has her eyes rolling every single time, quelling that feverish state with pleasure she wants to bask in forever. She knows she came messy and weakly on his fingers but she can't remember how many times she has now. Her body adjusts to meet the needs of her alpha, widening her legs oh so slightly, baring her neck towards Robby in case he decides she's good enough to bite and claim.

(Which, he won't, not tonight, not tomorrow, even though her tears are very convincing and her mouth very good at begging. Maybe in a few months, after he's got her moved in and settled. Hell, maybe after she graduates so he can hear her plead and beg him for a little bit longer)

When Robby does feel his knot inflating, he tries to ease up just a bit, but it doesn't matter. Victoria is shaking, twisting away from the heaviness of his knot, soft pained cries falling from her lips. And it shouldn't sound so good, so perfect to him, but it does and Robby secretly hopes Victoria never gets used to his size.

"Too much?" he teases, voice raspy. He reaches a hand down to find her clit, pinching it once cruelly and grinning at her weak "Robby, alpha, please" before making slow, lazy circles. "Relax for me, sweetheart. One more and I bet you'll calm down, yeah? You just need one more."

That's what Dennis keeps telling himself as he waits for the blood to stop flowing from the small puncture wound on his foot. He can't really see past the blood flow to figure out if there's a missing toe or not right now.

Which isn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem is finding a way to stop the blood flow, patch his foot, wipe up any evidence, and not walk with a limp for the next week. And he needs to figure it all out by the time that Robby's key stops turning in the lock.

Excuses die on his tongue the second that Robby spots him with his bloodied towel.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Robby drops everything to go and force Dennis down to sit in a chair, taking over the hold he had on the towel. “Hey, let me see it. Let daddy take a look at it.”

"It doesn't even hurt," he whines, trying and failing to bat away Robby's hands. "Robby, I'm fine."

“Can you feel this? Have you stopped the blood flow? Are you light headed?”

Nothing he says can convince Robby that he’s fine or not in pain or, worst of all, not in need of a trip to the ED.

“Please no,” he begs. “I can’t even feel it. It stopped bleeding. Please, Jack’s gonna be so mad-”

Jack’s face is tight and indiscernible when they do arrive. Dennis has to fight off the offer of a wheelchair but that somehow means Dennis is getting carried in bridal style in Jack’s arms instead which is just. Worse. Horrifically worse.

He sits pouting on the patient bed as his partners talk back and forth between themselves.

“Blood flow stop yet?”

“Yeah, it’s clotted. I didn’t take off the towel yet in case a toe falls out.”

"Nerve damage?"

"It's possible. We can do a temperature test in a little bit."

"Are you two being serious?" Dennis complains.

"Stop moving."

"And stop talking."

Dennis sits back in the bed with a huff. That earns him a warning swat to his thigh from Robby who doesn't even have to look over at him to perfect his aim.

It takes way too long to get someone to clean and bandage the wound and even longer for Jack and Robby to let someone besides themselves do it. But Lena holds firm to not treating family or partners and Dennis finds himself the subject of Ellis's all too knowing grin. Trinity will have already texted him to make fun of him before he's even home, he's sure.

Robby's gone off to sign discharge papers while Jack checks over his minor injury. Dennis tries and fails to move his leg away from prodding hands and groans at Jack's warning tongue click.

"Can you please stop hovering?" Dennis grumbles.

"No."

"It's embarrassing," he whines.

Jack doesn't even bat an eye. "Yes, it is. It's embarrassing that you didn't want to wait a few hours for someone to get home to help you. It's embarrassing that you didn't listen and broke a rule. It's embarrassing that you're in here and everyone knows it’s because you did something naughty."

Dennis fucking hates that word.

"I didn't mean to," he tries weakly. "I'm sorry. Really. I thought I could get it done before Robby got home."

"So you knew you were breaking a rule and rushed it? You were extra careless?" Jack shakes his head. "Baby, you're not getting out of a punishment. You were bad and that's okay. But now you've got to deal with the consequences, okay?"

"Even though my foot hurts?"

Jack kisses his forehead with a smirk. "Your foot will be fine with some ibuprofen and elevation. Your ass, though-" he let out a low whistle. "You're lucky Mikey's the one taking you home. Otherwise you'd have a date with my belt."

"You act like he won't use it anyway," Dennis grumbles.

"Won't use what?" Robby asks as he pushes the door open.

"Nothing," Dennis says quickly, not wanting to give him any ideas as Jack cheerfully replies, "My belt." Dennis glares at him but Jack just ruffles his curls.

Robby shook his head. "Oh, don't worry. You're off work for the next few days. I'm sure we'll find plenty of time to put Jack's belt to good use."

Robby getting a text while he's at the store of "hey can you pick up mussels? Or just fish in general?"

He frowns at it because Dennis-well he doesn't dislike seafood but he doesn't typically request it for meals. So it sets off a slight alarm bell but he shrugs it off and grabs the requests.

Jack gets questions about cleaning supplies which is odd because he just deep cleaned the kitchen over the weekend. So Dennis shouldn't need any of these things. Then the picture comes through and he doesn't even hesitate before pressing the call button.

"Where in the fuck did you even-"

"I didn't do anything, I swear, it just found me!"

"Otters don't just find people, Dennis!"

"This one did!"

There's some rustling and a squeak on the end of the line and Jack hears Robby cooing something which makes him groan. "Michael. No. Don't look at it. Do not touch it. That thing probably has germs and needs to go back to the river."

"She's fine, Jack," Robby calls. "She's sweet too. You should see these little paws."

"She's going to the vet in the morning," Dennis promises. "Pebble's only staying tonight, I swear."

"...you named it?"

"Well we can't just call her the otter for the next twelve hours."