❝ - .°˖mini purin˖°. - ❞

LOOK AT THAT PUPPY!

Dennis also realized that sometimes Robby had a different scent stuck to his shirt, to the pale barely there mark on his neck. Something that smelled like permanent markers in a good way. It wasn't Robby's but Dennis couldn't place it. That was until he worked a nightshift and just like always, he ended up leaning over the attending's shoulder and oh. Jack leaned over for Dennis to properly smell his neck and he was all permanent markers a little warm oven smell.

Dennis turned bright red and looked at Jack's smirk with wide eyes. Jack just shook his head and patted the boy's head before heading back to his patients. Dennis couldn't believe it. Two alphas... He couldn't get it out of his head. Not when Robby started touching him, hands on his back, his arm, his waist, patting his head like a dog when Dennis was charting.

And then one night Dennis tagged along with everyone to the bar by the hospital, knowing him and Trin would Uber back to the apartment. But then people were leaving and Trinity ended up in someone's car with a winky faced text to Dennis saying she was getting lucky and Dennis ended up next to Robby, his too many-th drink in his hands, smiling up as the older man told him a story that Dennis wasn't even listening to because he was too busy watching Robby's lips move through his beard.

And then Dr Abbot was sliding in beside Dennis, sandwiching him in the booth between them. And Dennis was too drunk to think of anything other than being delighted at two of his favorite favorites smushing him all warm and good smelling. He trilled happily and laid his head onto Jack's shoulders with a smile.

"You're so trashed. No wonder Michael told me to order you a car home." Jack said and Dennis smiled, biting his bottom lip as he looked between the two.

"I know about you guys" Dennis said, whispering loudly like it was a poorly kept secret. Robby shook his head and sipped his single beer. Jack laughed and slid his hand over Dennis's shoulders.

"You know what about us? Huh', what does puppy think he knows?" Jack teased, leaning in to say it right into Dennis's ear. Which only made the omega giggle and shy away, looking up at Jack through his eyelashes.

"I know you guys... do stuff together." Dennis said really quiet. Because it was two alphas... together....

"It's much worse than that." Jack corrected and Dennis looked at him confused. Dennis watched curiously as Jack leaned over him, hands sliding from Dennis's shoulder to pink Robby's shirt sleeve. His eyes went impossibly wide as he watched Robby turn his head and lean in so their faces met in front of Dennis, their lips sealing together in a loving kiss.

Dennis couldn't help as his feet kicked and he broke out in giggles, eyes wide as his insides thrummed with vague warmth. Two alphas kissing !! He smiled so big his cheeks hurt. He never saw alphas kiss each other for real and these were such hot alphas and they kisses and Dennis wanted to see it again and again.

The older men looked at the squealing mess between them, smiling themselves at the ridiculously excited omega wiggled between them, drink forgotten on the table.

"Do it again!" Dennis begged as Robby just shook his head and waved for their tab. Jack turned and gave the younger a playful growl, hand rubbing over his back. Dennis couldn't stop grinning.

"I'm sure we could do it again for you... later." Jack promised and soon was helping Dennis into a sleek Uber black set to Trinity's address. Dennis wakes up with a killer hangover and wet pants on.

Robby gives him weird looks all shift but then corners him in the ambulance bay, looking down at him with hot eyes.

"Jack and me wanna invite you over for dinner. Thursday, six o'clock. Here's our address." Robby said and slipped a note into the omega's hand. Dennis just nodded and walked in a daze to the bus stop. He didn't know what to expect.

they know his past. they know he spent upwards of a year homeless, and they know that he was having to snatch food from the hospital to stay fed- that frequently one or two swiped sandwiches was all he was able to have a day. their precious dennis was malnourished and had food insecurity that had him hiding away canned food where he thought his boyfriends didn't notice, "just in case". it broke their hearts.

they start actively hand feeding him, as opposed to just presenting him with large platefuls at dinner time, when they realise dennis means something entirely different to them when he says he's "full". to jack and robby, being full means you're content, and that your belly genuinely can't hold any more food. that you'll be happy and fuelled sufficiently until the next mealtime- you're sated.

to dennis, being "full" means that he's eaten enough that he'll be able to get to the next mealtime without doubling over from hunger pangs. if it's dinner, he considers himself full if he can make it through the night asleep and not be woken early by the growling of an empty belly. "full" for dennis is actively hungry for jack and robby.

they realise dennis has got his routine honed to cause him to be able to consume as little food as possible (so that he might save as much as he can in case he can't get more), while still functioning. they're so angry at the world and system that forced their dennis into this place that they're nearly drawn to tears, not that they let their boy see.

thus, the hand feeding. they settle him in robby's lap, back to chest, and robby crosses his arms over the youngers belly, slipping them under dennis's shirt in a way that makes him giggle a little at the touch. jack is the one sat next to them on the sofa with a large plate of pasta and tomato and vegetables- a *normal* sized dinner for an adult man.

dennis finds himself opening and closing his mouth on command as the loaded fork is lifted to his mouth, luxuriating in the feeling of robby's big hands smoothing across his tummy as he eats, and the way jack looks at him with such affection in his eyes. the warm food makes him sleepy, and he relaxes. soon though, he recognises the point at which he'll be able to sleep through the night without hunger, and he states he's full.

his boyfriends don't agree. they tell him that they can hear his stomach rumbling at night, that he's repeatedly not eating enough and they're worried. robby begs him gently to let them keep feeding him until he's *really* full, and he swallows nervously thinking of how much longer the pasta could've lasted, but he agrees. he's rewarded by a kiss to the neck and another mouthful of warm, comforting food.

the guilt over "wasting" food continues for a little while longer, but now he's getting sleepier and sleepier as he's actually consuming the right amount for the first time in years. the hands on his belly feel even better now, and he slumps in robby's arms as he pets at him. the food makes him feel warm and makes his brain calm down, thoughts slowing until all he felt was genuine fullness, and overwhelming love for the two men doting on him.

he doesn't even notice when he's cleared the entire plate, just that it's the first time he can remember where he hasn't yearned for a single bite more- he's exactly, perfectly full. he's also half asleep, eyes fluttering as he's a dead weight on robby, who's still rubbing and massaging his slightly distended tummy.

he can hear two voices praising him and feels a new set of hands join the ones already on his belly, and more kisses into his hair. his stomach doesn't growl or rumble at all as he falls asleep in jack and robby's arms, utterly content.

the two older men could've cheered and jumped for joy at the sight of their boy finally, finally full, but they settled for a soft kiss and admiring glances so as not to disturb him. this would not be a one time thing, not when it looked like it would so perfectly improve their dennis's health.

Young Robby 💕

I hope you’ve had a lovely sleepover night, for my submission:

Let’s do pup play Hucklerabbot but like, unintentional (on Dennis’s part).

Jack who slips up one night while the three are in bed together and calls Dennis “puppy”— only to hear the sweetest little keen from his good boy. So he begins teasing Dennis, calling him “puppy” or “pup”, and petting his hair like a dog.

Robby who doesn’t totally understand the whole shebang, but loves to see how much it excites his partners— Jack getting that dark, hungry look and Dennis going so pliant and blushing so red— that he can’t help but play in, buying pretty collars and some bone shaped treats

Dennis who doesn’t know why he feels so warm and happy when Rabbot calls him “pup” but decides not to worry about it. He loves the new necklaces(?) and yummy snacks, and is more than happy to do a trick or two to earn them.

MWA!!!

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Oohhh yes...

Dennis who befofe moving in with trinity had to protect himself at every turn, never truly safe on the street so hed grown use to snapping at people and using his omega scent ti get what he wants. He was on the edge of being a completely feral omega.

And when he got with pope its all got worse. He really didnt mean to but that was his alpha and he needed people to know that- hed leave darks marks on popes neck or even draw blood with how hard he bits. Fennis would come to his senses after amd whine out little apologies "im sorry.. didnt mean to pope.." he mumbles amd licks at the bites. The unspoken statement that he thought he was a bad omega for how rough hed been, omegas are suppose to be gentle and submissive and dennis was neitger of those things.

But pope loved it, he liked not being in control. He liked letting his sweet omega take over and letting him do all the work. Hed never encountered an omega like dennis- not even one his brothers might have brought home. "Shh.. good boy.. i like it- people will know who i belong go now.. all yours den.." he mumbles snd kisses at his face.

Jack choked, water sputtering out from his lips as his eyes snapped up from the morning paper in front of him to their boyfriend sitting languidly on the couch.

From the kitchen, there was a small clatter of plates falling before Robby’s head slowly turned to look at Dennis as well.

“You okay?” Dennis asked worriedly, biting his lip as Jack coughed a few more times and nodded.

“Peachy. Panties?” Jack jumps into the question immediately, letting out another soft cough when Robby pads over and pats him on the back.

“Yeah!” Dennis fiddles with his phone, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I was complaining to Trin about how wearing boxers was hurting my sensitive skin, and she kinda jokingly suggested wearing panties, but I thought about it, and it seems like a good idea.” Dennis shrugged. “Thoughts?”

“Yes. Most definitely.” Robby said, nodding his head seriously. “You should definitely start wearing panties. Right, Jack?” Robby looked down at his husband.

“Oh yeah. For your comfort, of course.”

“Yay!” Dennis smiles brightly, causing the two older men to smile in response.

Panties. Robby and Jack exchanged a heated glance.

“But… good panties are expensive. Will you-“

“Online, in person, whatever the fuck you want.” Jack throws his wallet onto the table.

“Jack and I could go out and buy you pieces. Surprise you and stuff.” Robby agrees eagerly, smiling as Dennis brightens up.

Dennis is sprawled across the couch, his legs draped lazily over Trinity’s lap. The room is quiet except for the low hum of whatever’s playing on TV, some shit Trinity likes.

His phone buzzes.

He frowns, fishing it out of his pocket, already expecting what it is. Venmo. It happens sometimes notifications from that other Instagram account. The one he doesn’t talk about. Usually just it’s small amounts, sent by older men who… want things from him… ew. Nothing he can’t ignore however and the extra 20 odd dollars comes in handy.

He opens it with a tired sigh and nearly chokes. “Holy shit.” He jerks upright so fast he almost drops his phone. That number… that is not small. That is not normal. That is definitely not something he can just brush off. It’s more than enough for a new laptop. More than enough to cover groceries for a month. Hell, it’s enough for that collar he’s been eyeing for weeks and still have money left over.

“Holy shit,” he repeats under his breath, staring at the screen like it might disappear if he blinks.

“Uh… are you feeling okay?”

Santos is looking at him now, her usual sharp, calculating expression already locked in, like she’s dissecting him. He squirms under her gaze.

Dennis forces his face to relax, leaning back into the couch attempting to appear like nothing just happened and his bank account didn’t just double “Yeah…” he says, dragging a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m all good Trin it’s just uh… Amy” A beat. “Yeahh uh… what do you want for dinner tonight? On me.” Because apparently, tonight, he can afford it.

his thumb is already hovering over the notification again, itching to click through and see if it’s real, to open the profile, to figure out exactly who just sent him that much fucking money… and what they’re going to want in return….

He needs to stalk this account immediately.

But god he was too embarrassed to ever go in. Not with Jack, even though he was sure the other man wouldn’t care to go into the bright store and indulge in Robby’s wants. But he couldn’t ask, couldn’t bring himself to confess.

But with Dennis…. Dennis already had stuffed animals. Well one, a single teddy bear that was worn and small, but still. Robby started a month before they all planned on taking a long weekend off to go spend money and see a new movie. He started by asking Dennis what stores were in the mall they were going to visit. Dennis sat next to him on their couch, laptop perched on his knee.

A nice book store, a hunting store that sold jacks favorite pants, and oh a build a bear Dennis have you ever been?

Dennis shook his head and they ended up looking at an online catalogue. Jack glanced over their shoulders to see when a cat was pulled up.

“Looks just like you, Mikey.” Jack joked but that sparked Dennis up, having to see all the options, commenting on which ones they were all most similar to.

Then Robby started on how Dennis could use a new stuffed animal how did you know you put a heart inside each bear?

Robby was more excited than Dennis as the younger pulled both older men into the store. The workers greeted them nicely, and left them to look at the animals.

Robby had considered each one before he collected a dark brown bear with tan feet. Jack followed Dennis around, hand on his lower back, letting the younger push a green camo pattered bear into his own arms. He was more interested in watched as Dennis picked up and looked at each bear, looking through all the new animals.

Dennis stopped at one. A green frog. Robby was just returning to them when Dennis held up the floppy fabric casing for the toy.

Robby felt so silly as he stepped on the pedal and stuffed his bear, soft but firm enough, making Dennis pick out the hearts for them all. It was ridiculous, he was too old for this. But it also felt… nice. He felt happy doing it. Watching Jack make his hard as a rock, Dennis making his soft and cuddly.

When they returned home, Dennis frog wearing scrubs and little cowboy boots, jacks camo bear in a band tshirt and military pants and a promise of Dennis that he could cut one of the legs shorter, and Robby’s bear wearing a biker jacket and scrub pants, a little pair of sneakers on its feet, they all sat on their nightstand together. Dennis laughed and said they couldn’t watch when the three of them did it.

Pope parks outside the younger man's house every night, making sure he's safe and sound (and not having any men over). His gun sits loaded next to him, ready for use in case his boy needs any help.

Dennis is watching him through his security cameras, giggling to himself. Pope is so sweet, wanting to take care of him.

He's a little disappointed though, from the credit card statements it seems that the basement is almost finished, so why hasn't he taken Dennis home yet?

He hopes it won't be too much longer or he'll have to do something about it himself.

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When he wakes up to Pope bridal carrying him somewhere he squeals.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Is it finally time? I can't wait to see how you decorated the basement for me!" he exclaims and presses a kiss to the man's cheek.

Pope stands there, completely dumbfounded as to how Dennis knows who he is or what he's planning on doing with him.

Dennis has always had a weird fascination with teeth. Not like. A kink or anything (at least not yet). Just, a fascination. So wheb he meets pope. Who has the most beautiful smile, with uneven, sharp teeth and even sharper canines. He fucking LOVES it. He tries not to blow up his spot to quickly. Insyead just complimenting pope on his smile. And of course pope has no idea how to take a compliment. Asking pope to smile for him. Little things.

It isn’t until two months into them dating that pope learns about this. Pope is up visiting from California so he is currently paying for a nice hotel that Dennis honestly wants to live in its so beautiful. Dennis was in popes lap. Kissing him stupid and damn near about to fuck him on the couch when he heard pope.

“Don’t have any condoms…” pope whispers against Dennis’s lips.

Whitaker sits back and shrugs “it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Andrew smiled a little and Dennis’s stomach twists into a knot. Dennis leans his head forward. Pressing it against Andrew’s shoulder “you have such a beautiful smile,” he mutters.

“You always say that… I got the smile of a fucked up dog,” Andrew muttered.

“Who told you that,” Dennis sits back to look at pope properly.

“My brothers always used to say I got teeth like a dog. That I fight like a dog. And that must mean I have the smile of a dog.”

Dennis’s heart ached in his chest for his boyfriend. He shook his head and whispered “that’s ridiculous. And not true… show me your teeth…”

“What?”

Dennis grabs hold of Popes face and gently presses his thumb to his rough bottom lip “show me your teeth.”

Andrew frowns and tries to pull back from Dennis’s grasp. But Dennis is not giving up. He has an agenda. After a moment of trying to relent, Andrew opens his mouth. Letting Dennis gently press his bottom lip down and look at his teeth. And then turning his face to get a good look at his canines “maybe they’re a little crooked. But they don’t belong to no dog” he mutters. His western twang obvious.

“They’re ugly.”

“They’re sexy,” Dennis retorts and then snaps his mouth shut.

“Pardon..?”

Dennis frowns and gets up from Pope’s lap. Reasy to pull away. Only for pope to grab hold of his wrist. “Sorry I know that’s-“

“A little weird.” Pope finished the sentence. But he’s not doing that stare he does when he’s angry. His head is tilted back, eyes gleaming and lips cracked slightly.

“I’m sorry… my last boyfriend freaked out about it. I just think you have a nice smile!”

“And sexy teeth,” Andrew laughs softly.

Dennis shakes his wrist out of popes hand and covers his face. Going to climb into their bed and hide “I want to be swallowed by a black hole.”

He hears Andrew get up and walk over. He feels the bed dip under Andrew’s weight and then suddenly he feels big hands on his hips. Tossing him over. Dennis’s immediate reaction is to wrestle back. Grabbing Andrew’s hands to push back against. But Andrew is a great boxer and flings his hands out to the side before taking both of Dennis’s arms and wrapping them tight in his own. Tugging him close. Dennis stares up at him with big wet eyes.

“Don’t hide from me.” Pope demands.

Dennis nods slowly “I’m sorry-“

“Stop apologizing,” Andrew growls. Shutting Dennis up fast. “You think my smiles sexy?”

Dennis looks down at where popes knee is resting between his legs. And nods slowly.

“My teeth?”

Dennis nods again.

“You want me to bite you?”

Dennis suddenly can’t breathe. His stomach twists with some sort of wanton desire. And he nods. Because somehow he’d never wanted something more in his life. He cries out when Pope bites his upper arm. But fuck does he LOVE it.

———

When Dennis gets into work he’s greeted by Robby first. Who is eyeing him up and down slowly.

Dennis looks up at him and asks “what?”

“You got a little-“ and Robby gestures to his own neck.

Whitaker goes red. Reaching up to cover a bite mark on his neck “sorry-“ and reaches into his bag to grab his hoodie out.

Later in the shift. Around 1:00 Donnie walks into central where Dennis, Robby and Trinity have gathered to talk about a patient.

“Uhhh whitaker?”

Dennis looks up from the tablet. Robby and Trinity looking up as well “what’s up?”

“Theres a guy waiting for you in chairs. Claims to be your boufriend? But he’s kinda… scary.. mean looking. Looks like he might eat you.”

Dennis smiles to himself “big?”

“Mhm”

“Stares at you a lot?”

“Well I tried to ask him questions and he just.” Donnie’s face goes deadpan as he mimics popes stare.

“Curly hair?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah that’s him,” Dennis heads for the doors and makes his way out. Trinity, Robby and Donnie running after him in fear for whitakers life.

Dennis spots Andrew. Standing awkwardly by the full chairs and walks over. Hugging him tight and letting pope lift him off the ground and bury his face in whitakers neck. Nipping at his skin with his beautiful teeth.

“Denny,” Pope mutters.

“Why are you here?” Dennis asks softly.

“Cut myself whilst making lunch”

Dennis nods “okay. I’ll take you back. Come on,” he smiles and leads him to the doors whwre Trinity Robbt and Donnie are still nervously waiting.