dr little guy

#1 dennis whitaker merp fan

[tonight-imyours]

Hucklerobby who aren’t even dating but any time they’re together they play stupid little games: I spy, “guess what word I’m thinking of,” and, most notably, the he one where they both have a number and ask questions to figure out what it is. And it inevitably gets especially confusing when they play that one during shift for the first time.

Robby who saunters up to Dennis (who’s been charting next to Trinity) and bends down to ask him, in the most serious voice he can muster, “is this an appropriate number for a white blood cell count?”

Trinity looks up from her computer, gobsmacked at the concept of Robby of all people asking such a basic question about a patient. But he isn’t holding a chart, and Dennis just scrunches his nose like it’s painful then hums.

“No, gosh, no.” He shakes his head, smiling. “Wayyy too low.” He finishes. Robby clicks his tongue, knocking against the counter before walking off. Dennis just returns to what he’s doing while Trinity frowns at him.

Then Dennis squinting against the glaring sun at Robby in the ambulance bay as they wait on an incoming trauma with Mel and Javadi in tow.

“If I had, like, this amount of knives. Would you think I was a deranged murderer?” He asks, twirling his hand in front of him as he speaks. Javadi looks up with a slack jaw, and Mel frowns at them. Yet Robby snorts, shaking his head no.

“No, I think you’d be in the clear.”

And Robby who grabbed Dennis by the shoulder as soon as they finished rounding and very seriously inquired-

“If I had this many pairs of shoes how inconvenient would it be?”

Dennis takes a second to consider, snorting at the concept.

“Horribly.”

Robby smiles. “Is your number seriously one?”

To which Dennis gawks, shoving Robby playfully.

“How’d you guess that?!”

Trinity’s groan rings out loud enough that it draws both their attention, when she speaks, it’s a yell.

“That’s seriously what you two dumbasses have been talking about all day?”

Bonus:

After they do finally get together and new med students start flowing in, everyone leaves them to figure out the game for themselves too. It’s very confusing to them..

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Robby’s touches are getting way beyond the point of appropriate but Dennis can’t bring himself to tell the man to stop.

He knows it’s wrong, they both know it’s wrong, but there’s something about how quick and dirty and unspoken it is that leaves a burning need in Dennis’ chest — specifically when he makes the right call in Trauma 2 that saves a patient’s life under Robby’s watch.

He still gets a little shaky with adrenaline when that happens, so before his next patient he slips into the break room to lean against the counter with a steadying little breath, closing his eyes to focus on slowing his racing heart before allowing a tiny smile to grace his face. He did it.

He hears the door open and close, doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who it is, not when he feels a warm and tall body suddenly pressing against his back. Robby can’t wear cologne at work, he doesn’t even know if Robby wears any at all, but Dennis still knows the scent of him, especially this close.

“Good call, Whitaker,” Robby murmurs, his voice so soft and deep, so full of pride it makes Dennis melt a little. Or a lot.

But, the hands on his waist made his cheeks turn pink, especially when they squeeze the small of it before sliding up, hot palms pressing through his scrubs like a brand, the touch so quick yet lingering as Robby grabs both of his pecs in his hands and gives them a slow squeeze.

Dennis swallows down a moan, his throat thick and slow, keeping his eyes closed as he feels those hands slide down, back to his waist, squeezing his hips, leaving a trail of warmth and pride before Robby’s grabbing his ass, digging his fingertips into the fatty muscle there with both hands.

“You did so good,” Robby hums his praise, his lips brushing Dennis’ ear, makes heat pool low in his gut as Robby reaches one hand around, cups his dick and balls and squeezes both, like he can’t help it.

Dennis breathes out slow, the sound bordering on a whine, wanting to press back against Robby—

But, as always, it’s over before Dennis wants it to be. Those large hands are suddenly gone and then Robby is, too, slipping out of the break room with the softest click of the door.

Dennis opens his eyes, the want in his body throbbing so hard that his eyes line with tears, still feeling the warm trails those hands had made across his body as he wonders if Robby is torturing him on purpose. Maybe he’ll never know.

He gives himself a couple breaths to calm down before he pushes himself away from the counter and heads back out into the chaos, ignoring the heavy look he can feel across the room from his attending as he does.

[unusualhysteria]

[puppiegracie]

actually it is delicious and pretty funny to think about dennis being robby's bisexual awakening and first experience with a man. like. going his whole life heteronormative, liking women, dating women, never even considering anything else. not until his pretty little med student is blinking up at him with big, blue eyes, so fucking trusting, immediately, and like... yeah. maybe it makes him a little hard. sue him.

fumbling through his first hookup with dennis, unsure of what to do. dennis, who's known his queerness for much longer, shyly takes the lead. not domming, not exactly, it's not that type of encounter. when dennis's hand wraps around both of their dicks, barely able to fit, robby whines at the sight of them together, precum dribbling down their shafts, slicking the way.

the pulse of dennis's dick against his, the velvet skin, and oh, god, it feels good, it feels so good, and he's with another man and it feels so good. he's quick to wrap his own hand around them, fucking against dennis's pretty, reddened dick— he never thought he'd think another man's dick was pretty— and whimpering, huffing little pants as he chases the friction, the pleasure.

they both go a little stupid with it, a lot stupid with it, two whiny, rutting mutts, skin flushed and splotchy as they cum over each other's fists. it's bliss, after, dennis slumping into robby all warm and sated, catching his breath, fuzzy-headed and content.

robby clears his throat, takes a shaky breath, mumbles I think... I'm. I think I'm gay. half. half gay. and dennis, caught off guard, bursts out laughing, shoulders shaking against the older man. oh, I thought— oh, god, it hurts, can't breathe— I thought, uh, you knew? and robby rolls him over with a grumbled yeah, yeah, laugh it up, kid. it'll be real gay for both of us when you take my dick in your ass later. which doesn't help dennis's laughter, bright-eyed and sparkling. don't make promises you can't keep, robinavitch.

[pinkypixie23]

dennis the thief whitaker may have taken some souvenirs from house sitting

[eggcompany]

Dennis who bites the hand that fucks him. He’s grouchy and mean and he’s being mean. And Jack isn’t putting up with it. Robby had entrusted his baby to Jack for the length of his sabbatical trip and Jack wasn’t going to allow Dennis to be a little shit.

So instead of Dennis whining and nipping and being mean, only to be snuggled into a nice long bath and wrapped up and nicely rocked into in bed… instead of getting that he got Jack putting a finger in his face and telling him to knock it the fuck off.

Which Dennis promptly lifted up on his toes a bit and bit before turning to stomp off to the kitchen. He didn’t even get a step away before hands were roughly yanking his clothes, not caring about popped seams or tears as Dennis fought against it.

Jack didn’t yell just growled out “you think you’re gonna get away with that?” As he stripped Dennis down to his socks, shirt and pants getting caught around Dennis feet before he was falling, yelping as he fell. Jack was quick to sit down and catch the younger, yanking Dennis across his lap. Dennis kicked, wiggling as a thick forearm pressed against his lower back keeping him pinned.

“You’re so fucking fussy. Everyone had a bad fucking day. Now kick me and I’m gonna spank you.” Jack warned and made Dennis freeze and something warm and wet dripped down over his hole. Dennis tensed, looking over his shoulder to watch spit drip from Jack’s lip down to his body before his fingers followed.

Dennis was getting too excited, just seeing how Jack ignored his front, fingers sliding against his ass for a minute before diving in. Dennis whined, writhing and wiggling as thick fingers stretched him, wetness falling from him down to the couch cushion as more and more pleasure rushed through him, sensitive parts ignored.

Dennis was crying, hands grabbing the cushion under him, wailing as his whole body shook, sweating as his finally came, three fingers streaming him wide.

“See, no need to be a bitch. Go wash up before dinner.” Jack said with a firm smack to the ass before dumping Dennis to the lounger of the couch. Dennis was still shaking, eyes blinking him back to reality.

He did feel better.

[s1udgebeast]

fun in robby’s office

[gynii]

“…And you always eat all my avocados!”

Super emotional and very serious version under the cut

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trinity, crashing out over victoria: 6 years doesn’t seem like a huge age gap but when you think about it, she barely started highschool when covid hit, you know ? when she talks to me about her tiktok trends and i understand absolutely nothing, i realise how young she actually is and i feel like a pervert !

robby, shirtless in her kitchen after spending the night with dennis: oh my god you’re a monster santos how dare you take advantage of that girl

[biggest-tiddies]

The first time Dennis calls Robby baby, it's a casual automatic response, like "thanks, baby" when Robby hands him something. Robby immediately flushes bright red, a nervous laughter leaving his mouth

"Don't you think I'm a little old for that?"

Dennis stops what he's doing and looks up at Robby with his big blue eyes, a genuine look of confusion on his face

"But you are my baby, aren't you?"

[lilkitschcreature]

my humble offering to puppy whitaker tumblr 🥺💙

[strangelobster67]

whitsantos avocabros (badum-tsssss)

[sh5]

he's not quite there yet

[japril]

Wow, Friedrich Nietzsche.

[puppiegracie]

I can't decide which combo of perv x innocent I like for hucklerobby they're both saur good. robby who's blushing and shy over the thought over holding dennis's hand vs a dennis who's blank-faced picturing robby bending him over the nearest gurney. dennis who thinks he's an evil pervert for wanting robby to keep touching his shoulder cause it feels kinda nice vs robby who has to jerk off in the bathroom because he gets hard staring at den's ass in his scrubs.

perv4perv is the possible answer... rushing into the bathroom to jerk off after they brush shoulders in the hall only to collide into each other (yes it ends in frotting in the work bathroom)

[goatedsaminator]

anyone care for a mcvadi

[comingaback]

god, they really expected us not to make something of this.