Anthony

18, Gay, it/he transman Men<3

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Hii!! I’m Anthony, I have a lot of interests but primarily use this blog for shipping purposes and occasional artwork! ˙𐃷˙

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I’m 18+, gay, and use it/he pronouns! I’m a transpuppyboy who loves men ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

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Hucklerabbot (the Pitt)

Hucklerobby

Rabbot

Starker (MCU)

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[bigbootsmanofwarwrites]

Okay but stalker Hucklerabbot where Dennis genuine is like the sweetest little towards Jack, he’s still a brat but just genuinely so enamored with Jack that he can’t help but be sweet and Jack immediately falls for him hard. Meanwhile, with Robby, Dennis is a brat and very eager since they match each others freak but months after their relationship started, Jack kind of realizes that neither one of his boys have caught an interest in anyone else. They have escalated their obsessive tendencies with each other, Dennis and Robby genuinely having a competition about who can be freakier with each other and Jack. Then Jack falling even harder in love with Dennis because this is his fault; he completed their relationship so perfectly that Robby doesn’t at anyone else but Jack and Dennis. And even if he had been fine with the flings because it made Robby happy, it wasn’t something he was particularly excited about, but now he didn’t have to worry about Robby being off with someone else and risking getting caught doing his stalker shit. This leads Jack to feeling so overwhelmingly in love that he starts exhibiting his own obsessive tendencies; putting trackers in every pair of shoe that his boys own because he still has to protect them and to do so he always has to know where they are, following them to work and watching them for hours at a time when he should be sleeping, stealing their clothes and jerking off on them to make sure that they know they’re his, etc…Robby and Dennis finding this so fucking cute and endearing that they don’t hesitate to indulge Jack’s newfound tendencies. They make sure to switch out the trackers with new ones when they break so Jack always has access to them. They pretend to not know about the stalking and just let him watch them, they find it comforting and feel safe knowing he’s there. And they purposely wear the clothes that Jack marked up most recently when the go out because they like knowing he owns them.

Also Jack get so possessive during sex, always touching them both at the same time, bruising, scratching, biting, and leaving love marks all over them.

God, yes, everything about this, I fucking love this.

Jack never understood the appeal of their weird little activities before, but he was happy enough to indulge them.

But now?

Now, he has two perfect boys. Who don't stray. Who don't play with others. Who only play with each other, and him. And fuck, if that's not a rush.

He's not very good at the stalking, initially. He's never done it before. He's watched Robby do it, for years, but his first attempts? Look, they're a little clumsy.

Robby and Dennis can tell, immediately, what's going on. They're both so enamoured with their Jack, their possessive loving owner who holds their leashes, getting a little feral, that they work very hard to make sure all his attempts pay off.

Dennis will wear underwear that's absolutely caked in Jack's dried cum because he knows it means he's Jack's. Robby will walk around proudly absolutely covered - under his clothes - in bruises, scratches, welts from the curve of a belt when he's been mouthy.

They can't go a day without Jack wanting to fuck them full of cum, plug them and keep them both like that. They're both more than willing to go along with this - Jack's never been quite this possessive, quite this dark, and it drives both Robby and Dennis fucking crazy.

They go out for drinks one night, to some silly sports bar. The thing is, both Robby and Dennis wake up the next morning, with no memory of how they got to bed. How they got home. They're both nude, and sore. And between their legs, on both of them, right on the insides of their thighs next to their cocks, are fresh tattoos.

Property of Jack Abbot.

He's drugged them, and marked them up for good.

They've never been prouder.

Dennis cries happy tears.

[thepittsera]

Hucklerabbot stalker! AU with Trans!Dennis and creeps!Rabbot

Dennis who, unable to confess his feelings to Robby before he leaves for his sabbatical, decides to give in to the compliments of Abbot, the best friend of the man he has a crush on, and begins a relationship with him full of sex and "no" feelings.

They fuck everywhere: in Jack's car, in Dennis's apartment, in the bathrooms at the Pitt.

And yet, Jack's favorite place to fuck seems to be Robby's bedroom. There, he pushes Dennis's head against the mattress, or pulls his hair and makes him look at the bookcase on the wall. He shoves his cock in his pussy, his ass, his throat, calling him his "good boy" and his "pretty whore."

When one night, after they've fucked, Dennis asks Jack why Robby's room, the man shrugs, saying something about the man having a really comfortable bed.

So he forgets about it.

But oh, if only he had noticed the little camera hidden in one of the many books in the library, and if only he knew how much Robby enjoys hearing his moans.

[thepittsera]

Hucklerabbot stalker! AU with Trans!Dennis and creeps!Rabbot

Dennis who, unable to confess his feelings to Robby before he leaves for his sabbatical, decides to give in to the compliments of Abbot, the best friend of the man he has a crush on, and begins a relationship with him full of sex and "no" feelings.

They fuck everywhere: in Jack's car, in Dennis's apartment, in the bathrooms at the Pitt.

And yet, Jack's favorite place to fuck seems to be Robby's bedroom. There, he pushes Dennis's head against the mattress, or pulls his hair and makes him look at the bookcase on the wall. He shoves his cock in his pussy, his ass, his throat, calling him his "good boy" and his "pretty whore."

When one night, after they've fucked, Dennis asks Jack why Robby's room, the man shrugs, saying something about the man having a really comfortable bed.

So he forgets about it.

But oh, if only he had noticed the little camera hidden in one of the many books in the library, and if only he knew how much Robby enjoys hearing his moans.

[lancey-lance-963]

i see your love for murder husbands and raise you: murder husbands rabbot who lean very gomez and morticia addams in their love/devotion for each other, having fallen head over heels in love with dennis. just these smitten dopes trying to court dennis in the sweetest but most morbid way possible.

- :)

There's really nothing that prepares you for getting an anatomically correct set of dark chocolate hearts at your door with a note that says "Our hearts belong to you."

Dennis had stared at them for a good half hour before slicing off little bits and getting them sent to labs as a personal favor.

Of course, Robby and Jack had noticed because it was their ER, they noticed everything, and Jack had come home with a very fond, "Little mouse got the chocolates tested for toxins."

Robby had only chuckled and replied, "He's smart- he wouldn't just take candy from strangers."

So then it's flowers. Dripping trumpet flowers and deep red carnations, soft poppies and Oleander. Then a pretty little necklace with a simple "ours." engraved on it. Things Dennis wouldn't have to worry his pretty little head over being poisoned by. (Unless he ate the trumpet flowers.)

Dennis should have been more scared. Should have wondered how on earth his secret obsessors know his measurements when a beautiful suit arrived in the mail, with a note that it was "for their future date." But when you grew up the runt of the litter, ignored and kept out of sight... well. That kind of love is it's own intoxication.

[tripleabatterybuni]

Actually ya know what I think that during Jack and Dennis's first time, Dennis desperately wants to hold hands, but he's still kind of inexperienced and nervous when it comes to sex. And maybe he's a little embarrassed for wanting it, so he doesn't know how to ask for it.

Just keeps reaching his hands out like Jack will read his mind. He doesn't. Instead, he just thinks Dennis is reaching for him, so he'll redirect the hands to his hips or biceps or chest. Mumbling about you can feel me baby, it's ok.

Until eventually, Dennis is a blubbering mess, actual tears burning down his face. Because it feels like he's being ignored, and he hates that, hates it so much it has his chest aching. And that makes Jack stop, scrambling to figure out what's wrong. Petting the tears away and cooing at Dennis to use his words, please, sweetheart, you’re scarin' me.

And then, with a hiccuping shuddering breath, voice filled with shame, Dennis finally admits, need you to hold my hands, doesn't feel right if you don't...

Jack nearly melts at the embarrassment in Dennis's voice at such a sweet request. Chuckling as he kisses away the last of the tears, sturdy hands finally going where Dennis needs them most. Fingers intertwined and palms slotted together so Dennis can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

[us3rname1deas]

robby has a dirty secret.

whitaker had started leaving cloths over at michael's house things like pajama pants t-shirts and once boxers.

both of them had accepted that thats just where those cloths stayed. they got mixed in with the regular rotation of laundry at michael's house. but one night after dennis had left in a pair of michael's boxers after he stayed over.

michael is now battling with himself as he holds them up to his face. as he sleeps with them next to his pillow. as he jearks off with them clung to his nose.

dennis noticed that they didn't come out of the laundry. one tame evening when he was helping fold it he couldn't find his boxers. he goes to put the now folded laundry away as michael cooks dinner. as dennis snooped around he found them buried under michael's pillow.

smirking as he walks out of michaels room.

"you have something you want to tell me michael?"

he's clueless.

dennis purposely leaves his dirty boxers over at michaels house and the man is clueless to the boys knowledge.

[sadistrobinavitch]

“take it like a fuckin’ man,” robby grunts the cruel words as he thrusts his hips like an animal. his thick erection pushes into dennis’ tight asshole, tearing him in half. dennis’ cunt cries out, clenching around nothing as his other hole grates in discomfort.

dennis bites his bottom lip, but can’t help the girlish whines that come from deep down in his chest. his cheeks flush from embarrassment as robby’s rough fingertips find his throbbing clit.

robby growls, nipping dennis’ ear with his teeth, “cum for me, denny. cum on my cock.”

he whines, “i can’t.” the pain in his ass so brutal it denies him an orgasm. fat tears pour out his eyes as he bounces back against robby’s hips.

robby continues working his clit. “stop crying. y’know this is how men have sex. they get fucked in the ass. isn’t that what you wanted, hm?”

“nooo- not like this.” dennis can’t believe what he’s hearing.

robby pulls back, balancing the tip of his dick in dennis’ clenched asshole, the tight hole forming itself around robby’s bright pink head. "so pathetic, denny. can't even cum for me. what kinda man are you, huh?"

dennis sobs, "m'sorry, i'm so sorry, p-please." he braces himself for what he knows is coming, unable to stop his blubbering wails as robby bucks forward, slamming himself back into dennis' frail body.

“aughh- it’s t-too much,” dennis howls, arching his back, pain shooting up his spine. his asshole is raw and abused, burning as robby fucks into him relentlessly, ignoring how the young boy writhes on the mattress.

robby speaks through gritted teeth, “shutthefuckup- take it, take it, take it.” as he releases his load, filling him up with his white thick strands. he slows down, rolling his hips as he milks himself using dennis' soft hole, pumping his remains and allowing them to leak out, coating both of the men's trembling thighs in his slick mess.

[thefuzzzz]

Rabbot who never really “cuddled” before Dennis was brought into the relationship.

Sure, they sit by each other and hold hands or, as Jack puts it, “play grab-ass,” but they don’t spoon or anything. If one of them is having a hard time falling asleep, the other might hold his arm or hand, but typically will roll over when the job is done to fall asleep themselves.

Dennis, world’s most persistent cuddlebug, indirectly refuses to fall asleep in their apartment if he’s not actively being held. They’re more than happy to oblige him, of course, but it’s a change they’re getting used to.

But, one night, Dennis is back at his and Trinity’s apartment, spending some much needed time with her. Jack and Robby are laying awake next to each other, both staring at the ceiling unable to fall asleep without a sweet boy between them.

Then, they look at each other, and slowly wrap themselves around the other. They fall asleep like that, and Dennis finds them the next morning when he let himself in before work.

[cutestarkersworld]

Tony is definitely the type to smack Peter's ass or hump Peter any time he bends over. He will appear out of thin air and grab the boy by his hips and grind his crotch up against Peter's ass or, if the other Avengers were around because he has some decorum, he would warm up his hand as he approaches before landing a harsh smack to his ass.

It's 110% a problem that Peter is only slightly inconvenienced by because god dammit he's just trying to grab a pot but he'd never tell the older man to stop, he likes it too even if he never admits it.

[bigbootsmanofwarwrites]

GOOD MORNINGG!! I should be getting ready for work, but instead I am going crazy over your writing!! It's so so yummy and weird but in the best most delicious way possible 🤭

Your adoption fauxcest and freak4freak Hucklerobby has me thinking — walk with me here... Dennis who's a weirdo perv and a little bit of a tease. Who spies on his mother's new husband/his technical new step-father in the shower, and steals clothes from the man's closet, and takes photos of him half-dressed.

Dennis who likes to walk around the house when it's just him and his step-dad, in the clothes he's stolen, nothing on under, already prepped so that when his step-dad finally snaps and fucks him, it's so easy for him to slide in.

Pleaseee hold my hand with this one... Dennis who sits in his step-dad's lap and everyone just thinks they have a really close father son relationship but they don't know Dennis is actually warming his step dad. Could be any variation of Hucklerobby/ abbot/rabbot, whatevs I just think it's hot sue me

Sorryyyy if this is too weird please ignore it, I just love your writing so much ☹️💗

omfg hello hi I am blushing and kicking my feet, not you one of my favourite deviant writers enjoying my stuff??? thank yoooouuuuu! what a fucking amazing prompt, you best believe I have been thinking about it non-stop since you sent it. 

Dennis has never been the biggest fan of any of the men his mother brings home. It's not like he was a fan of his father, either - he's glad they moved away, left him behind. He much prefers his mother without bruises and the cowering. 

But now, she's decided Dennis needs a father. A better father. She's been trying to provide one for him for years, now, and he rejects them all. He doesn't want, or need, some random stranger who fucks his mother pretending to be some positive male figure in his life. He does just fine without that, thank you. 

He successfully scares off every single one. Well, that and his mother's tendency to love too hard and too fast. That was always her weakness. 

He's nineteen, and she's still fucking trying to bring men home that he might approve of. It's not his fault he can't afford to move into his own place - Pittsburgh is expensive, but, he's an adult now. He doesn't need a facsimile father. 

Then he meets Robby.  

This one, he likes. This one is much, much more handsome than anyone else his mother has managed to bring home. Good for her, he thinks. How'd you manage that, Mom? 

He's a doctor, and wow, that's so cool. It makes Dennis think … maybe I should change my major. Maybe, actually, I want to be like Robby. The man is kind, and interested in Dennis. He's not put out that his new girlfriend's adult son lives with her, is around most of the time. He'll sit at the kitchen table and explain what it's like working in an emergency department. He'll talk through procedures and what med school is like. 

Dennis is entranced. 

He's known that he's queer for a long time, but beyond some disappointing sex with boys his age, he's never really been that interested in fucking around. 

He realises, now, that going after boys his age was his mistake. Obviously, he needs a man. A real man, like Robby. Someone older and willing to teach him everything he wants to know. Someone with scruff and a bit of a belly, and crows feet and the faintest hint of gray in his hair. 

Why look for someone just like that when there's one right here, in his house? Someone perfect. 

His mother is delighted that Dennis likes Robby so much. Over the moon that she's finally found a nice guy that gets on with her kid. 

She has no idea, and Dennis has no plans in informing her. Does he feel a little guilty that he's lusting after his mother's boyfriend? Look, a little, but not enough to stop. 

Robby spends nights, more and more, over at their place. Dennis knows they're having sex, Robby and his mother. He can hear it through the walls sometimes. It's strange. He doesn't want to hear his Mom getting off, but damn, he sure does enjoy the sound of Robby's distant grunts and moans. 

If he touches himself imagining that it's him that Robby's fucking into, well. 

That's his business. 

It becomes standard, in the mornings, for Dennis to run into a half-dressed Robby in the kitchen. 

"Hey, kid," the man had said, sheepish, the first time. Dennis had shot him a flat look, and ate his cereal beside the man at the table. 

"Nice night?" he'd asked, innocent, raising his brows. 

Robby choked on his toast. 

Now, it's less awkward, and Dennis looks forward to it every time. Getting the chance to see Robby's bare chest, hairy and gorgeous and sometimes flushed. The shape of his belly, just poking out from under his sweats. 

Now that Robby is spending more and more time here, has all but moved in, he leaves clothes lying around. He has a drawer in Dennis' mother's room. When they're both out at work, Dennis sneaks in there and rifles through that drawer. There's plenty he could take, that he'd like to take - underwear, for one - but he has plans. 

The first time he walks around, lazily, in Robby's well-worn sweats slung low on his hips, he watches the way the man's eyes follow him around the room. Glued to him. A thrill runs down his spine. Yes, good, look. Look at him. See him. 

"Are those my - ?" Robby asks, but cuts off when Dennis looks over at him, all big eyes and sweet questioning face. 

"Your?" 

"Uh. Never mind." 

Robby moves in, formally, and now, they're together all the time. He's always around. It's hell and heaven. Dennis has an unending supply of the man he so desperately wants, and cannot have. Can't touch. It's torture. 

He learns the man's schedule. He starts early, way earlier than Dennis would ever usually be awake, but he can make sacrifices. He sets his alarm privately for 5am, and uses the quiet of the house, his mother still asleep, to peek through the sliver of the bathroom door left open so the room doesn't get so steamy. 

It's just the right amount for Dennis to have a perfect view of a nude, showering Robby. His mouth waters, every time. He thinks about just stripping off and getting in with him, seeing what happens, how Robby would react, but. 

No, he doesn't want to risk it. 

He rubs himself through his boxers, watching Robby wash every inch of bare skin, lather up his beard and rinse it clean. His cock, Christ. It's bigger than anything Dennis has ever seen outside of porn. It's thick, and hangs heavy between Robby's legs.

Jeez, Mom, he thinks. How are you taking all that? 

Then he kind of wants to rinse his mind clean. This is a mind-fuck. 

He snaps a few photos, through the crack in the door. They're not great, they're not awesome quality, but they're enough for him to jerk off to every night. A glimpse of thick cock and strong thighs and plump, juicy ass. 

His mother sits him down one evening while Robby's still at work. 

"Sweetheart, I need to talk to you about something," she says, serious, and his heart races. 

Oh, fuck, has he been caught? Surely not. She'd be losing her shit if she knew. 

"Yeah?" he asks, nervous. 

"Well, you know Rob and I have been together for a while now," she starts. She looks nervous too. "And - you like him, and I think that's just great. The thing is, he's - asked me to marry him." 

She looks so emotional. 

He feels a thrill of - something. 

"Are you gonna say yes?" he says, careful. 

She nods. 

"But, only if you're okay with it. I don't want you to feel like you're being excluded, or - well, he loves you too, and I think it would be so nice for us all to be a family," she adds. 

So does Dennis. 

"Of course I'm okay with it, Mom," he replies, warm, smiling. "He's a great guy." 

"And I know how you feel about having a replacement father," she says hurriedly. "He's not trying to be that!" 

Dennis swallows hard. 

"I don't know. He's nice. I'd be kinda okay with him being my Dad." 

She bursts into tears. He has to hide his boner. 

After that, it's easier to … plan. 

His mother joins the church choir, and she spends half her evenings at rehearsals. It leaves Robby and Dennis at home together, alone. 

Dennis lounges on the sofa, wearing the sweats he's never given back, and an old, nearly threadbare Placebo t-shirt he found in Robby's drawer. 

The man has never said another word about Dennis slyly taking his clothes. Wearing them in plain sight. But he does look. A lot. 

More often than not, Dennis can feel the man's eyes on him. He stops wearing underwear. Lets the sweats sit lower and lower on his hips, so the very top of the line of his ass is visible. Just a peek. 

He knows he's a certain type of hot. Young, lithe, sweet. He plays it up. 

"Shouldn't you be out with your friends?" Robby asks him one night, when they're both sitting on the sofa, watching the Penguins get demolished. "It's Friday night." 

He shrugs. 

"I'd rather be here. With you," he says sweetly, and gives Robby a sidelong glance. 

The man is just the tiniest bit flushed. 

"You're only young once," Robby tells him, not looking away from the screen. "You should be - out there, getting drunk and smoking weed and hooking up." 

Dennis laughs. 

"I mean, if you want to get me high?" he suggests with a smirk. 

"I am not getting my wife's barely legal son high," he drawls. 

Dennis cocks his head to the side. 

"I've been legal for two years, thank you. Interesting that you're thinking about it," he purrs. 

Robby goes stiff. 

"Anyway, you're married now. I thought I was your son, too," Dennis adds. 

It's maybe a step too far, because Robby goes red, and stands abruptly. 

"I gotta hit the head," he says, and disappears down the hall. 

Damn it. 

The next time, he's more careful about it. 

He lets some frat boy leave hickies up all and down his neck, before pushing him off before he could get into Dennis' pants. 

"Thanks, champ," he'd said, patting the boy's cheek and leaving him with blue balls. He'd got what he needed. 

When he gets home, his mother still at church, and Robby sees the litany of bruises, he pales. 

"What the - " 

His voice is a growl. 

Dennis widens his eyes. 

"What? I thought you wanted me to - what was it? Go out and hook up?" 

He's got a plug in. Has for hours. Opened himself up knowing that he was going to enact this plan tonight, just in case it works out and he can taunt Robby into finally, finally taking him. 

"You look like a whore, kid," Robby snaps. 

Dennis takes one step closer, cocking his head. 

"That's not very nice, Dad," he purrs. 

Robby's eyes flash, and then he's moving fast, shoving Dennis up against the wall hard and kissing him so viciously his teeth might actually pierce Dennis' lips. 

Triumph and desire course through him, and he moans, opening for Robby so fucking easy. 

"Fuck, yes," he breathes, and slides both hands under the older man's shirt. Finally, finally. He's warm and soft but there's nothing soft about the way he's forcefully yanking Dennis' jeans down, spinning him round so his face is pressed into the wall, smushed hard. 

"You little fucking tease," Robby's snarling into his ear, dark. Dennis might cum just from this. "You think I haven't seen what you've been doing? Parading around in front of me? In my clothes?" 

Dennis stands up on his toes to clench his ass better, and bends at the hips just slightly, offering himself up. 

"Took you long enough," he sighs, and moaning deep when Robby's fingers brush over the plug in his ass. 

"What the hell is this?" the man murmurs, but before Dennis can answer, it's being pulled out of him, merciless, and Robby's cock is grinding against his empty hole. 

"Fuck," he hisses, pushing his hips back eagerly. "Oh, God, please, fuck me." 

"You just make it so easy," Robby spits, and then he's pushing inside, cock slick with spit and lube from Dennis' leaking hole. It's still a hell of a stretch, a burn. It fucking hurts, but then, he bottoms out, and Dennis is so full he thinks he might cry. 

"Yes, fuck, God, Dad, fuck me, move, come on," he whines, and he can feel Robby's cock twitch inside him. He snaps his hips back and forward, hard, the force of it throwing Dennis back into the wall. 

"I am not - " Robby starts, but it cuts off into a low groan as he finds a rhythm, fucking Dennis rough and deep. 

"But - you - oh fuck - are," Dennis pants, his eyes rolling back in his head. "On paper." 

"You're fucked up, kid," Robby grunts, and Dennis can hear every bit of dark want in his voice. 

"No more than you," he counters, breathless. "You're fucking your wife's son, and loving it." 

Robby moans, and then Dennis' head is being pushed, hard, into the wall, his cheek mashed against it under Robby's large hand. 

"Been wanting this for fucking months," he mutters into Dennis' neck. "Fucking cocktease. Should have made you mine from the beginning." 

Dennis might be a young man -  young, dumb and full of cum - but he can't help the fierce wave of arousal and want and ohgodfuckyesplease that washes over him, coming untouched against the wall. 

"Yeah?" Robby sneers, still fucking into him so hard that Dennis' wobbling knees struggle to hold him up. "You like that? You wanted it too, didn't you? Wanted me to put you on my cock like a good boy and fill you up." 

"Yes, yes, yes, I told Mom to - to marry you so you wouldn't leave," he admits, panting hard. "So you'd be my Dad. So I could have you." 

Robby makes the most delicious sound he's ever heard, and then he's cumming inside Dennis, hot and filthy and hard. 

After that, Dennis keeps himself open and ready, every day, so Robby can drag him over the back of the sofa, the kitchen bench, push him onto his hands and knees on the bed and fuck him whenever he likes. 

People start to comment on how sweet it is that they have such a good relationship. They're so close. It's nice to see that blood doesn't have to be the defining factor of family. 

Dennis starts calling Robby Dad, and his mother beams with pride. Robby will throw out son here and there, and when they go out together alone, no-one knows they're not really father and son. 

His mother wants them to stay in one Saturday night, so grateful that her grown-up boy doesn't mind spending time with his parents still, and watch some movie she's been eager to see. 

Dennis waits until she's in the kitchen getting popcorn, and crawls into Robby's lap, sinking down onto his cock and facing the television. The man has to muffle his moan, hips bucking up before settling. 

"What are you - she'll see," he hisses, but Dennis just wriggles his ass until he's comfortable. 

"She won't if you keep your shit together," he whispers. He's just having a snuggle, with his Dad. Nothing wrong with that. He didn't have a Dad for so long, Mom, he's making up for lost time. 

She doesn't even bat a goddamn eye. They're both still fully clothed, and his mother's a modest enough lady that she leaves space between them on the sofa. Nothing too affectionate or improper in front of Dennis, after all. 

He's wearing loose shorts, because it's summer, it's hot, and he's just at home, it's fine. They're conveniently easy to pull to the side and let Robby push his cock inside. Hidden. 

Dennis laughs in all the right places throughout the film, and the movement gives both him and Robby a little shock of pleasure. He can feel the tightening of the man's thighs beneath him, the struggle not to fuck up into him. 

"You," Robby murmurs into his ear, very quietly, on the side his mother isn't on. "Are a filthy little boy." 

Once his mother's gone to bed after the movie and is sleeping deeply (thanks to a little ground up Ambien in her hot chocolate), he fucks Dennis so hard he screams, tears leaking out of his eyes and begging for more. 

[puppydogwhitaker]

Dad kink hucklerobby/hucklerabbot/huckleabbot please please please. You can write literally whatever you want for this but I am super partial to inappropriate co-sleeping. Like, Dennis has his own room at Robby and Jack's townhouse with his own bed for the sole purpose of Dennis creeping into Robby and Abbot's room at night to sleep with his dads where he feels safe (and gets groped).

If that's too freaky uhhh take me to the field and shoot me <3

-@puppyjavadi

@puppyjavadi you will not be put down in the fields for this! in fact, you get a treat for this. fauxcest warning! also ageplay! maybe ageplay? idk how to do dad kink without there being a vague ageplay element tbh.

dennis couldn’t be more grateful for jack and robby.

they found him on the eighth floor that fateful night and immediately took him in. they’d become almost father figures in the time since. seeing him through his rotations, finals, graduation, and match day. dennis wasn’t an orphan, but he didn’t exactly have present, supportive parents. those two had stepped up for him in a major way. the parental wounds he used to feel had scabbed over some with the tender care he’d been given.

that parental dynamic made what they did together kinda fucking weird.

dennis was an adult! he was a queer adult man who was living with other queer adult men! it wasn’t abnormal for there to be attractions or even some contact, provided everyone wanted it.

the rest of it, however, was admittedly abnormal. they’d all started fucking, but kept treating dennis like their kid.

it was like a bizarre double life (but also not). during the day, he was their son, their little boy, their kid. and at night, he was also still their little boy who they just happened to fuck. it was sort of mind-boggling. dennis felt like he should maybe talk to caleb about it.

dennis was cognizant not to encroach on their nights alone too much. the husbands went on a nice date, they stumbled in through the door with wine stained teeth, and made a flimsy excuse about watching a show in their bedroom together. dennis stood in the hallway listening to them giggle and moan and shush each other. don’t let dennis hear, one of them said. baby’s gotta sleep.

dennis waited for the room to quiet down. he went to his own room after. he shared a wall with them, so he could tell where they were in their routine. the shower went on and off twice. the tv actually turned on this time and stayed on. dennis waited for one whole episode to play until he tiptoed to the door next to his and quietly turned the knob.

there was room in the middle. dennis never knew if that was intentional or just natural. if it was part of this weird little game they played or if there was a type of divine timing to it all. did robby and jack have a serendipitous space that was perfectly dennis-sized between them this whole time? or was his welcome intrusion thought out? a calculated measurement meant to imply he should slip in.

it didn’t really matter, dennis realized. he was slipping in either way. his bare legs brushed against the cool sheets. his big oversized t shirt and boxers rucked up, exposing his upper thigh and hips underneath the blanket.

jack woke up immediately, like always. “what’s wrong, denny? did you have a nightmare?”

dennis whispered in a faux-innocent tone, “no, jus’ couldn’t sleep.”

“did you get scared?” jack shifted closer so had could grab at dennis’s sides where his pajamas had exposed him.

dennis played along. “don’t like being alone, dad.”

jack moved his palm to the outside of dennis’s ass cheek. “baby,” he sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “you gotta start sleeping in your own bed. you’re a big boy now.” he squeezed dennis’s ass hard, making his squeak loud enough to wake robby.

“mhm, what’s goin’ on?” robby questioned blearily, turning to see dennis. “oh, baby, come ‘ere.” he pulled dennis away from jack and snuggled him in towards his chest, hugging him from behind.

the top of robby’s thigh went between the top of dennis’s own. jack scooted closer to return his grip while telling robby, “brother, you spoil him too much.”

“impossible,” robby replied, nuzzling into dennis’s neck.

“he’s turning into a brat.” jack’s hand wandered up to dennis’s chest. he rubbed at the pecs through the shirt before going under to thumb at dennis’s nipples. “barely ever spends the night in that nice room we let him stay in.”

dennis whimpered at it all. the thigh barely touching his balls, the finger circling his nipple, conversation happening without him but also over-top of him.

“shhhh, the grown ups are talking,” robby cooed. “he’s a good kid, he’s not a brat.”

jack started rubbing dennis’s belly. “you just like him sneaking in here.” jacks hand went lower and lower. dennis was practically begging him with his eyes. “don’t want your little boy to grow up.”

robby laughed and dennis felt it puff onto his neck. “oh, we don’t have to worry about that. right, kiddo?”

jack finally took cupped dennis’s dick through his thin boxers. dennis moaned out, “no, dad!”

[pinkypixie23]

just a taste?

[lancey-lance-963]

Projecting on Dennis hours

Dennis who didn't have any media in his house from after the 2000's. Someone asks him about certain actors and Trinity goes "yeah Dennis isn't a good control group for what the kids are listening to." Dennis who knows about Gunsmoke and MASH and the Carol Burnette show and gets bratty when someone tells him he's too young to know that stuff.

Hucklerabbot who comes home to Dennis bopping along to a 70's radio station while he does his chores. Dennis who listens to Jeff Buckley/The Smiths when he's deep in his feels.

That's it, that's the post

Edit; my brain is going into NSFW territory

Dennis learning older LGBTQ lore and wearing a jockstrap to give Robby a heart attack. Wearing hankies in his back pocket just to have Jack pull him aside and be like "do you know what that means? How the fuck do you know what that means, you little brat-"

[lancey-lance-963]

Y'all were FERAL over this one, I'll toss you a bone

It started with a book.

Trinity had taken him to his first big pride celebration since he had come out, and he had been overwhelmed by the colors, the people, the noise- he had wanted somewhere quiet to rest for a second. He had stumbled upon a book cart ran by an older person who, after giving him some earbuds, showed him some of the books they had in their collection.

It was a newer book, but it went through queer history as a whole; first recorded instances of LGBTQ+ people, famous figures who were secretly gay, and a whole chapter on how people use to give hints to show that they were gay.

It’s where Dennis first figured out what the hanky code was. Reading through the unofficial chart and each color’s meanings, giggling to himself at the idea of his friends and family back in Nebraska and their preferred handkerchiefs.

He didn’t even think about that book until a couple years later, after months of futile flirting with Jack and Robby and then JackandRobby. Trinity had been of little help; “I’m actually insulted that you think I would flirt with men, Huckleberry, lesbianism is an art.” Reddit had suggested things that made Dennis’s face so red Robby thought he was having a heart attack. Finally, he saw a post that had unearthed that buried memory of the Hanky Code.

It was a full chart of colors, more than just the simple rainbow the book offered, that also went into what pocket you should put them in. “Perfect if you’re looking for older gays.” Had been the caption.

And it was silly- just because Robby and Jack were older and gay doesn’t mean they had an innate understanding of the hanky code, but it was the perfect balance of being simple enough to dismiss it to anyone except the person it was intended for

Thankfully craft stores had hankies for cheap. He picked out a few colors, keeping it simple.

Hunter’s green for wanting daddies. Gold for looking for two. A light blue and dark blue just in case he wanted to take it a step further. The chart had said to put it in his right back pocket for receiving.

His first day wearing them felt like a thrill, his heart thumping in his chest as he went to the locker room to change. They were still crisp and freshly pressed, so he carefully slid them into his back pocket at an angle too carefully folded to be unintentional. The first time Robby saw him, he had choked a little on his words before placing a hand on his nape and steering him towards the next patient.

It was little things like that with Robby, and it was driving him crazy. He knew. He knew Robby knew. So why was he acting like nothing was going on?

He made sure to wear them every day, the same way, layered just so.

After a week he started feeling silly. Maybe this was dumb. Maybe Robby hadn’t actually noticed like he thought he had, and instead he was just parading around the ER with hankies sticking out of his pants.

He resolved himself to wear them one more time.

As he was heading out for the day, he saw Robby and Jack talking to each other- smiling and joking with each other, letting the shift change linger just a bit to see the other. He walked up to the two of them, smiling as Robby pulled him in and told Jack about one of his accomplishments of the shift- “the kid’s a natural, he’s taken to this like a duck to water!” Smile, nod, act bashful. He kept his voice steady as he told them he was heading back to the locker room to grab his things.

He turned around, started walking, and heard whatever snarky sentence Jack was going to say halt itself in his tracks. Dennis was probably grinning like a maniac, but he couldn’t help the giddiness that pumped through his quickened pulse. He could hear Jack’s steady, unrelenting pace behind him over the sounds of squeaking sneakers and chatter. Maybe his ears were just attuned to it, like a deer hearing a twig snap.

He got to his locker, and not even a few seconds later Jack followed, closing the door and crossing his arms.

“Do you know what kind of signals you’re sending there, kid?”

Dennis shrugged, trying for something offhanded. “I wouldn’t have bought them if I didn’t.”

“Brat.” Jack’s voice was low, sardonic and just the right side of mean that made Dennis want to do a full body wriggle like a dog. “Just parading around hoping someone’ll take you home? How long did you wear those before you noticed Robby didn’t know what those meant?”

“A week, actually. Today was going to be the last time- I honestly thought it went over your heads.” Dennis was playing with fire- he could feel Jack’s presence behind him as he rifled through his bag, pretending like he wasn’t hyperaware of how close he was to Dennis’s back.

“Aww, poor puppy. It’s a good thing you made sure I saw it then, huh? Would you have gone home with the first daddies that walked up to you?” Dennis felt Jack’s hand snag the handkerchiefs before grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face him. Dennis’s breath caught as Jack stuffed the handkerchiefs in his bag he loosely held. “There. Might have to get you a collar, just in case.”

That’s what did it- that’s what made Dennis breathe out a pathetic little sound, a sound Jack latched onto like a shark sensing blood in the water.

“Cute. You have my number, yeah?” Dennis nodded, his tongue felt stuck in his mouth until Jack looked at him expectantly.

“Yessir.”

“Good. Use it- you’re going to go home, and you’re going to text me your schedule, and I’ll tease Robby about not doing his homework. Can’t believe he let you walk around like that.” The last part was muttered more to himself as he patted Dennis on the cheek. “Good boy. Off you go, say hi to Santos for me.”

Walking to Trinity’s car felt like he was in a daze, bubbly with anticipation and excitement.

“Go home, text me your schedule.” Yeah, he could do that.

“You’ve got way too much pep in your step, huckleberry, it’s pissing me off.” Trinity grumbled as she rubbed at the back of her neck- she was going to complain about a migraine later tonight, from the looks of it- and Dennis chuckled to himself while strapping into the carseat.

“You don’t even know the half of it.”

[motherofcatsandmess]

"So beautiful"

Robby murmered into Dennis's neck as he pressed wet kisses down to his chest, the younger man leaned his head further back, offering more skin to be worshipped. The gasp that left Whitakers mouth was almost unrecognisable as the attending latched his mouth onto one nipple and swirled his tongue around the area, repeating ths process to the other.

"So pretty baby"

Robby turned Dennis around, pressing his back to the attendings chest, as the larger hand moved downwards, with no clothes as barriers, his dick was wrapped in the warmth of a hand as it spread the precum from the tip.

"Such a cute boy"

The older man thrust slightly, Dennis feeling what he longed to have in him, rutting against his ass, still not near enough. After a few strokes, thrusts, wet kisses, Dennis was walked to the end of the bed and bent over it as Robby moved away. The drizzle of lube fell through his ass crack, getting him ready, he could -

"Not too much Mike, let it hurt a bit."

Jack's voice didnt make Dennis jump, it did bring him down slightly at the reminder that they were being watched . Listening to the instruction, the cap being closed and the bottle being thrown beside the bed being the only sounds other than their heavy panting.

Robbys tip slowly pushed at Dennis's entrance, he had prepped before Jack had arrived. The smaller man's hips were grabbed softly and Robby slowly began to push into him.

"Just fuck him Mike. Now."

Just like that, the older man bottomed out and Dennis's jaw was slacked, the pain mixing with pleasure. The thrusts began slow and shallow, Dennis let his torso fall on to the bed and moan at the sensation.

"Jesus christ Mikey, hold him harder, bruise him, fuck him harder."

Dennis could feel the hesitancy as Robby tightened his grip, still not hard enough to leave bruises but enough that he would feel the sensation for a few hours after the hands were no longer there. The thrusts did follow instuction though, they were harder, deeper, Dennis's whole body being moved by Robby's dick as it pushed and pulled.

"Such a good boy" the awe and wonder in Robbys voice made Dennis's heart flutter.

"He is a little slut that needs to be fucked hard. So stop pampering the whore and fuck him."

Jack sounded annoyed, the pair could hear him shifting in the chair in the corner of the room where he was watching him. Dennis could picture Jack leaning forward, arms balancing on his thighs, his face scowled with the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Such a fucking whore, taking it so well, like you were meant too."

Dennis couldnt reply to Jack even if he wanted to, his mind was mush, he was being plowed within an inch of his life and he couldnt be happier. All too soon, without warning, Dennis finished, most of it landing on his own chest. That must have triggered Robby as Dennis felt the attending tense and his ass filled with cum too.

"Pull out, let it drip down him, he deserves to be covered in cum."

An unconscious whine left the younger man's mouth as Robby listened and left him feeling empty. Instead of responding to the whine, Robby listened to Jack telling him to go and clean himself up.

"Come here mouse"

On wobbly legs, Dennis also listened to the domineering man and balanced on Jack's thigh, not thinking about the cum that was still leaking out of him.

"Did you like fucking Daddys friend mouse?"

Sighing in contentment, Dennis leaned forward silently asking for a kiss which he was given and snuggled into the other man, knowing he wouldn't care about the bodily fluids, he would probably add to them in a minute too.

"Yes, thank you Daddy."

[the-dormant-ocean]

Dennis developing the habit of manhandling Robby in the spot he needs him to be at work when he's too tired or doesn't have the time to explain. He grabs him by his scrubs or arms to move him. Robby lets it happen because the intimacy of the touch makes him a little giddy and he's pretty sure Dennis doesn't realise how often he does it.

Once, he blindly tries to grab him because he doesn't want to take his eyes off the patient but can't find him. Robby is already standing behind him, leaning forward to see but apparently it's not good enough for Dennis. He eventually touches Robby's necklace and, distractedly, hooks two fingers into it to drag him closer so that Robby can get a better look at the patient. Some nurses in the room do a double take. Robby blushes bright red but doesn't ask Dennis to let go. The chain digs deliciously into the back of his neck and he can see the sensual lines of Dennis' forearm muscles from this angle. Dennis has not stopped talking and just holds him there, not even looking at him. The whole thing screams ownership.

He just learned something new about himself in a room full of his colleagues and at the hands of his R1. This is so embarrassing. But shit, it's hot and he can't find the strength to interrupt Dennis and point out how inappropriate the situation is. He really hopes HR doesn't hear about this. Later that day, Robby looks up slip chain chokers and for a hot second considers buying one, hoping Dennis will drag him around the ER by it.

[motherofcatsandmess]

Dennis likes to send Jack nudes whenever he isnt working and Jack is. The problem was, a lot of the time, Abbott wasnt wearing his glasses and couldnt make out the panties Whitaker was wearing or even work out this was a seduction selfie.