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Extremely self-indulgent Hucklerobby "Daddy teaches his little boy how to kiss fic." FT fauxcest, punishment, spitting, degradation, etc. No one look at me.

A record droned on, warming the living room as Robby and Dennis lounged on the couch. Robby was lying down, propped up against the armrest, Dennis tucked in against his body.

After a shift, it took Dennis time to slip into rest. Whenever he tried to tidy up after work, Robby would nag and complain until he could get Dennis off his feet. Now, couch time was mandatory and Dennis supposed that was alright.

Robby was warm and broad. Even after a shift he still smelled faintly of cologne. His hand caressed Dennis’ thigh, fingertips dipping under the hemline of his shorts every so often. It was the kind of rest Dennis had once dreamed of. One rooted in safety and trust, making him feel whole and at peace.

Well, for a while.

Because, inevitably, Robby's innocent touches would escalate to not-so-innocent touches. Then, right on cue, Robby's hand groped under Dennis’ shirt and the older man leaned in for a kiss.

Dennis could kiss. He could. He liked kissing– he liked kissing Robby! He just… never figured out all the tongue stuff. His secret, high-school boyfriends never got that far past chaste kisses and quick hand jobs in a barn. Then, homelessness pretty much dashed all opportunities at romance throughout college and med school. Anything Dennis had done was a far cry from the languid, relaxed making out that Robby seemed to crave so much. Dennis usually tried to play it off, break off the kisses before they got too deep, bury his head in Robby’s neck. That didn't seem to be working this time.

alexisneverokay

rockstar robby "teaching" fan dennis how to play the guitar backstage, but getting him to sit on his lap because its "easier to teach him the chords that way"- so now robby has his left hand over dennis's on the strings, his steadily hardening cock pushing up against the younger man's plump ass, and his right hand carefully slipping under the waistband of dennis's trousers so he can fondle with his dick...

dennis gulps and squirms and tries not to moan at the fact that the rockstar he's been a fan of for years has him settled against his chest and is jerking him off while muttering that hes a good boy and a fast learner... maybe he should be concerned about the fact that the much, *much* older man had essentially herded him backstage and is now feeling him up after giving him almost no choice, but it just feels too good...

he doesn't want to report robby or cry for help, instead he wants those calloused fingers and the firm bulge of world famous michael robinavitch's fat cock deep, deep inside him... he doesn't know it yet, but dennis will be getting all that and more once robby finds a way to slip him out of his pesky clothes..

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Popewhit hybrid prison AU part 2

First part here

The first night, after Dennis had told him about the program, about why he had been shoved through Pope’s cell door, Dennis is convinced that Pope is going to spend the night on the cell floor, in the farthest corner from where Dennis sits, stiff and trembling on the only bed.

Dennis didn’t know that much himself, really. Only what he had been told on the way here. A brief explanation he had barely had time to shove into the back of his mind like the meagre possessions he had been stuffing into his backpack. They’d taken that when he’d been strip searched, and it hadn’t been returned. He had no doubt he would never see it again.

But what he knew had been enough. Enough to make Pope’s dark brown, scarred ears fold backwards. Enough to make his face, set in stone and unmoving for so long, suddenly and very fleetingly do something entirely unexpected. It had been like watching a TV screen flicker and glitch - one moment Pope was staring at him with a hunter’s intensity, and the next split second his entire face pinched in pain, mouth downturned and brow furrowed like he might cry. It had been over so quickly Dennis thought he imagined it, but then it had happened again, the process repeating twice more as Dennis’ voice faltered in his explanation.

It had been like a dam crumbling. Once he had lost control of his face the first time, it seemed like it was easier for the holes to widen and the water to come rushing through.

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pittsburgh boy

baby-yoda-is-baby

what if you were a MED STUDENT and it was you FIRST SHIFT in emergency medicine and then you spilled MYLANTA on yourself and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and then a patient BLED all over you and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and RIGHT AFTER THAT a boy BARFED BLOOD all over you and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and then a some guy PEED on you and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and you looked like a BABY OWL

thefuzzzz

Dennis who is crazy touch starved and just. Does not notice. He’s been cuddling pillows his whole life and wanting for something that he couldn’t name, so he figured when he finally got with Jack and Robby that the feeling would go away. It, stubbornly, did not. Whatever itch it was remained unscratched.

Jack and Robby, oblivious to this, were trying to let Dennis ease into the relationship. The two of them had been together for years, and had kind of forgotten what it was like to be new to a relationship. So, if Dennis didn’t explicitly ask, they didn’t do a whole lot of physical touch. But, he rarely asked.

Robby was sitting on the couch with him one night, Dennis curled up against the arm of the plush fabric and his legs bend by Robby’s side. Robby’s hand brushed his knee, and his leg extended to lay across his lap. A little amused, Robby rubbed his leg and watched him absolutely melt into him.

Then, Jack had a similar experience. They were in the kitchen together, he he just needed Dennis to move over a bit so he could get into a drawer, so he guided him to the side with a hand on his back and hip. Dennis blinked up at him and leaned into his side, pressing their ribs together. Jack chuckled, “Sorry, baby, just needed you to move.” Dennis’s cheeks flushed and he shuffled to the side. Jack was sure to run a hand over his spine a few more times that night.

It all culminated one night as the three were lying in bed together, trying to sleep. Dennis was kinda wiggly most nights, but tonight especially he just couldn’t get himself comfortable. Jack patted his arm. “Sugar, get comfy. Bedtime.”

Dennis gave an annoyed little whine and pushed his arm up into Jack’s hand. Experimentally, he wrapped his whole arm around Dennis, who snuggled into it.

“Is that what keeps you from tossing and turning?” Robby hummed. “Cuddles?” He wrapped Dennis up in his arms too and watched the boy fall asleep within the minute.

From then on, they didn’t hold back with the touching.

lancey-lance-963

The three alphas- Robby, Pope and Jack- had been settled in their cabin for a good 20 years. The thing that stalked their cabin has been settled there for much longer.

They don’t know when they first noticed him; the lines between thinking it’s animals, then wishing it’s animals, then knowing it wasn’t have run over the years.

Their routine usually goes as follows; Jack, up the earliest before dawn starts coloring the sky. He carries his lantern and a satchel of salt and dutifully pours it in a circle surrounding their cabin and the tiny farm behind it. And- dutifully, every morning- it walks alongside him on the other side.

Human if you didn’t look hard enough. Blue eyes a touch too big and sandy curls the color of a dried mud bank. Skin as pale as a corpse’s, fingers too thin to be hand-waved as dainty. Always barefoot, always dressed in a dirty beige shirt and blue jeans. When he talked it was like there was mud in his throat, the words coming out garbled and wet.

“Do you like being a doctor? How did you lose your leg? You look very strong, a very capable alpha, is Robby your mate? Do you have an omega? Well what kind of home doesn't have one?”

They both politely ignore the salt line that sits between them both. Jack stays silent as Dennis babbles, broken up by soft, warbly cooes and cackles that make Jack think of the crows that circle the house. Sometimes he doesn’t talk in anything but borrowed words, garbled and throaty, sometimes a woman’s panicked call for her husband and sometimes a boy explaining how to get through the passage near their house. Sometimes a man, sleazy and growly asking why a pretty little thing was out here at night.

He doesn’t talk to Pope, but Jack thinks it’s because Pope takes his axe with him when he goes out to chop wood. It suits them- Dennis stares, wide blue eyes taking in every detail while Pope stares right back as he dutifully splits the logs.

Robby’s last to wake, as the sky starts to lighten, when the smells of cooking meat and coffee waft out the open window. Robby always throws the bones out into the woods, and Dennis always comes to retrieve them like they’re something precious. On quiet mornings, Robby could hear the scrape of teeth on bone, and the cracks of an animal breaking them open.

Once the morning light broke through the canopy, Dennis would retreat into whatever den he’s made for himself by their home. Only then is it safe for the Rural doctors to make their house calls.

Their hours are very strict- do not come before the sun is up. Do not leave after the sun went down.

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While Robby is away on sabbatical, his coworkers all start texting him pictures of Dennis.

It takes him a minute to realize that's what's happening. Of course, they all send the Dennis pics along with texts and photos of other people. Sometimes Whitaker's in a group shot, or caught in the background of a selfie. It takes Robby a beat to realize that the pattern is Dennis-centric.

It only occurs to him that it's deliberate after a pic from Dana. At first, Dana sends weekly updates about the Pitt and an occasional word of support. Lets him know the Pitt's not on fire without him there to put it out. Then, after he's been gone a month, the first week of September, she sends a shot of Dennis at the backyard barbecue she hosts on Labor Day each year. Whitaker is wearing shorts, armed with a squirt gun, laughing, a passle of little kids crawling all over him. The accompanying text just says: missed u at the bbq this year boss. Casual, like Dana didn't just send him an image custom designed to hit him right smack in the Daddy issues.

Robby almost drops his phone.

Pretty soon, they're all doing it. Week five, McKay sends a question about some paperwork and a picture of herself, Dennis and Mateo in the park after work. Then, Dennis apparently does a week of Night Shift because Shen sends a selfie with Dennis, each holding enormous Dunkin iced coffees. Javadi sends him a group shot that so happens to have Dennis front and center of the Pittlings, captioned that they all miss him. Princess sends a candid pic of Dennis and Jack, heads together during change over. Dennis is gesturing to something on a chart and Jack is listening with a slight frown of concentration. They're standing with the same stance. They look like two of the same letters in a slightly different font. Robby is struck by how similar they are from that angle and he ignores they way his stomach clenches with suppressed desire for both of them. Mel King sends a shot of Dennis and Santos obviously doing a round of Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to do some sort of unpleasant procedure. Even Langdon, of all people, sends Robby a photo of Dennis leaning on the desk, arms crossed, caught for a split second between patients. The kid seems unaware of his picture being taken, probably looking up at the board. His shoulders and arms look absolutely magnificent. But that surely can't be the reason why Langdon sent it?

If it were only a few people sending them, he would consider it a coincidence, but by the six week mark, it's almost everyone who is aquatinted with the both of them. Robby can't miss the pattern. It's quite clear, all his people think Robby wants to know how Dennis is doing in his absence.

He does want to know.

Of course, he does, despite the fact that it makes him feel like the butt of a group joke. It's embarrassing actually. Realizing they all know he's infatuated with Dennis, Robby feels called out and transparent. Like everyone must think he's such a ridiculous, old perv to be pining over a young guy like that. Thinks they must be sending these texts to make fun of his pathetic "secret" crush that was apparently obvious to everyone in the ED (except maybe Dennis himself). He doesn't know how to respond to the pictures. Usually changes the subject and asks the sender how they're doing. Or sends a pic of the scenery from his road trip.

Naturally, Trinity Santos is the most egregious Dennis pic sender. Unlike the others, there is nothing about Santos's pictures that stays within the mentor/mentee bounds. Hers are far too personal to send the man's boss. She doesn't even bother to pair the pics with a question about emergency medicine. She sends a pic of Dennis singing karaoke in a bar, wearing a crop top and smeared black eyeliner. A week or so later, she sends a pic of Dennis at an outdoor concert, toasting the camera with a plastic cup of beer. The later summer sun has brought out the freckles across his nose. A week after that, it's a pic of Huckleberry hard at work out on what must be Amy's farm. He's wearing a faded blue T-shirt that perfectly matches his eyes, stained dark with sweat. Then, there's another shot of Dennis behind the wheel of the farm truck, wearing a battered, straw cowboy hat, grinning at something the photographer was saying or doing, that little gap in his teeth showing. A few days later, she sends one that shouldn't be as hot as it is, a scowling, grouchy Dennis, obviously hungover, hair a mess, unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his pretty mouth, cooking breakfast while wearing nothing but a pair of dark sunglasses and some baggy blue boxer shorts. He's flipping off the camera. It makes Robby's heart do something strange when he realizes that one was taken in his own kitchen. Because of Santos, he sees sides of Dennis that he never gets to at work.

There's nothing like that sent from Dennis himself, of course. Texts from him are a few carefully worded questions about the plants. Once, a question about working the dishwasher. Every week, he sends a picture of Robby's house plant collection, to show him they're all still alive and well. He sends occasional updates about Duke's post surgery recovery. It's all very Midwestern polite. Robby's replies are the same, professional and appropriate.

He suspects that poor, innocent Huckleberry has no clue his friends and co-workers are doing this to them. Robby wonders if Dennis would be embarrassed or angry about the photographic teasing if he knew. If he would be disgusted by Robby's inappropriate crush. It makes him cringe to think of Dennis finding out. Perhaps he should tell them to stop sending the pictures, but he doesn't. Can't quite address it directly because that would make it A Thing.

It should be noted that Jack Abbot is suspiciously quiet during this whole pictorial onslaught. Though he's well aware of Robby's crush. In fact, Jack was the only person Robby openly spoke of Dennis to. Abbot sends no pics. Just a brotherly word or two, checking in around sunset each day. He thinks of calling Jack to say something about what the others are doing, find out if it's a prank, but just rehearsing the conversation in his mind is so awkward that he doesn't dare do it.

After weeks of it, gradually, Robby starts to see how sweet all the messages really are. No one ever says "gotcha" or admits it's a gag. He begins to suspect it's not actually a joke, because people send him Dennis stories, too. They don't violate HIPAA by talking about the patients, but they all send little tales of Dennis's good deeds. His moments of kindness or brilliance. Robby comes to realize that it doesn't actually feel much like teasing, no one seems to be mocking either one of them. In fact, there's something endearing about the gesture.

To be known is to be loved, so people seeing his attraction to Dennis is maybe not such a bad thing after all? Perhaps this is their odd way of accepting and supporting him, inappropriate as it is to surveille his resident for him.

They keep coming. Dennis petting a golden retriever on a coffeeshop patio. A slightly embarrassed Dennis appearing in one of Javadi's tiktoks. Dennis asleep on the too short sofa in the break room, a curling mustache drawn on his upper lip in what Robby hopes is eyeliner and not magic marker. Even Duke sends one, a shot of the two of them, both giving a thumbs up to the camera.

By the end of the second month, Robby has dozens of pics of Dennis saved to his phone, sent from atleast ten people. At that point, it feels a lot like they're all trying to lure Robby back home with adorable pictures of his favorite person.

He starts to look forward to receiving them. Downloads each one that comes in. During lonely nights on the road, he looks through them all before sleep. The cowboy hat pic becomes his phone lock screen. Why not? There's no one out here to see it and tell on him. Or perhaps, because the "secret" is so obviously out now, he no longer feels ashamed of it, feels no need to keep hiding. There's still lingering guilt, because innocent Dennis has no idea.

But he does not turn the bike around and head home just yet. No, that comes after Jack finally sends his Dennis text.

yes no maybe?

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Summer cold

thinking about bunny!hybrid dennis who is just so perpetually embarrassed about it, and then he meets rabbot…

first of all, he resented how absolutely non-threatening he was. a fucking prey animal? he had to be born a prey animal? he’d never been particularly lucky and it sucked that that dirth of good fortune seeped down to his genetic code.

he hated how close to his instincts he was. how his ears telegraphed his moods, how his nose crinkled on its own, how easily scared he was.

the worse thing about it was that the stereotypes were completely true. he was horny near-constantly.

people would ask him about it. sometimes it was friends who were just a little more liberal in their ideals, and sometimes it was complete strangers who were fucking creeps. but either way, dennis would stammer out how that particular fact was just a rumor.

it wasn’t.

the first and only time dennis had a boyfriend, he was getting off every day. his boyfriend wouldn’t even have the energy to actually fuck him half the time, but that didn’t sway dennis. he would lie on top of him and just hump. his boyfriend would play with his tail with one hand and scroll on his phone with the other. dennis always felt terrible about himself afterwards, even if mark always said he came so fast, it was barely even an inconvenience.

that was another thing he hated about it.

so, when he got the the pitt for his rotation, he was prepared for the humiliation ritual that was meeting new people. older women were going to coo over his ears, assholes we’re going to sneak up on him for his exaggerated jumping reaction, people would make slick comments about what he was going to be doing after work. he was used to it, at this point.

he wasn’t prepared for his attendings to take an…interest in him.

at first, dennis thought it was more scientific. they were only human, and male bunny hybrids were rare. something about the XY chromosome meant that having all the mutations necessary to express the phenotypes was rare. robby would ask him mostly silly questions. did he really like carrots? did the wolf hybrid in central 7 make him nervous? did he need different scrubs to accommodate his tail?

his time on night shift was slightly more illuminating. jack was more transparent, asking if his nose twitched like that anytime he got ‘overwhelmed,’ and if trinity was ‘helping him with his baser needs.’

dennis agreed to go out with them. his stupid fast heartbeat got quicker the moment they cornered him in the locker room to ask him.

and he tried to go slow, he really did. these men were older and his bosses and his libido was quite frankly embarrassing, but, for the second date, they invited him over for a night in. dinner and a movie, they said.

just sitting in between them, all full and safe, smelling their home (den, his animalistic hindbrain corrected), it made the two orgasms he’d wrung out of himself in the shower earlier absolutely useless.

and maybe it wasn’t exclusively scientific, but robby and jack were always observing him. finally, after minutes of squirming, jack asked, “is something wrong?”

“no!” dennis answered quickly. “i’m having a lot of fun.” it was true. he was happy to be there.

robby smiled. he could guess the predicament. he’d read up on literature, and bunny hybrids, in the presence of newer ‘mates’ could experience some intense urges. “dennis,” robby loved the way dennis’s head snapped towards him. “are you…aroused?”

dennis quickly looked down, ashamed. he was sure these mature men didn’t want to deal with this on a second date. “we don’t have to do anything about it. it’ll go away.”

jack, having read the studies too, questioned, “is that not uncomfortable? it’s a biological need for you, right?”

“not really!” dennis wasn’t exactly telling the truth. “i’ll just ignore it and it’ll be fine.” it would be slightly painful, but it really was fine.

jack shimmied a hand in between dennis’s back and couch, resting it right above dennis’s cotton puff tail. “you don’t gotta ignore it with us, bun.”

dennis closed his eyes in pleasure, despite himself. his brain was hardwired to submit to those touches. “i can, though,” dennis insisted. he could ignore how horny he was. he wasn’t some fucking mindless idiot.

robby leaned over and put a hand on the side of dennis’s neck. “you can, baby. we know,” robby soothed. “however, you have two very willing partners here who are, quite frankly, very excited to test this refractory period we’ve been reading about, so…”

robby’s hand moved to rub at the base of his ears, jacks hand moved and he lightly pulled on dennis’s tail. dennis’s started panting a little.

for the first time in his life, he was happy about being a bunny.

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alexisneverokay

new hc, robby spends the days before leaving for his sabbatical carefully creating several of those dildos moulded in the shape of his own cock, and leaving them tactfully in the top draw of his bedside table.

he's not naive, he knows dennis will poke around a bit, and he knows he'll find them pretty soon. and, not to be vain, he knows his cock is fucking hot. it's big, and veiny, and the perfect thickness to stretch a first year intern out nice and good.

he leaves ample lube in the draw too, setting the trap perfectly. he knows dennis won't be able to resist fucking himself to an orgasm on robby's bed, not with the hungry eyes the boy keeps giving him. he wonders if dennis will realise the dildos aren't standard models from the Internet, if his cut cock head will give it away...

either way, when that pretty little intern does go poking through that draw, robby will be waiting, phone connected right to one of the hidden cameras in the room corners- rest assured, he's going to get every angle of dennis stuffing himself full in robby's bed, prostate getting abused by robby's cock even when he's hundreds of miles away.

when robby comes home weeks too early, that's when he'll really pounce.

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