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Had an absolutely iconic grindr interaction and had to make it into hucklerobbby
being with dennis turns robby into a helpless romantic. he's never been one before, and there had never been any reason for him to be, not when he was spending seven weeks maximum with one person before self sabotaging and running away. he'd never done the dinner dates, or the gifts, or the flowers just because. he'd never hung a second hook on the bathroom door for another towel, or made any other space like that available- it was his house and his life, and he wasn't letting anyone share it with him.
something about dennis is different. aside from having the most pleasurable sex he could remember, and feeling more sated than he had in years, waking up in the morning next to him felt... right. usually when robby woke up after a night like this, he'd vacate the room as soon as possible, leaving his partner behind, and hoping they'd leave quietly and not encroach his space any longer.
dennis is cuddled up on his chest, head tucked under his chin and breathing softly into robby's neck. his hands are balled into little fists that are also resting on the older man's body, and robby finds his own arms wrapped around dennis's pale back, settling him close. that was unusual. he didn't like to be touched or cuddled after the actual act of sex, but this... was quite nice. he didn't want to let go. dennis mumbled and burrowed closer, and robby found himself instinctively pressing kisses into his hair. what the fuck? he'd never done that before.
part of him wants to freak out, to shake the boy off and run, have him reassigned to night shift- but a larger part of him urges him to let dennis stay. he listens. he lets dennis wake up slowly, and smiles when he sees pale blue eyes blink open and brighten when he saw he was still snuggled on the other man. if what they did the night before was insatiable fucking, what they did that morning was making love.
he'd rolled dennis onto his back and pressed between his legs like he belonged there. the sex was quiet and they rocked together rhythmically, sounds muffled by the fact that the two men were kissing the entire time, tongues deep in each other's mouths. when they came, they did so at the same time, and with robby brushing little tears of pleasure off dennis's face. robby runs a bath and carries his new lover to it, insisting on washing him carefully.
things run from there. it takes him approximately two days to drill a new hook on the door and hang another towel. although he does it with sweaty and shaking hands, dennis becomes the first person he's ever asked to be in an official relationship with him- the younger man practically flings himself at robby as he accepts.
dennis moves in fast. robby knows logically he should take it slower, considering his history of seven week flings, but somehow he just. doesn't worry. it seems so obvious to him that it's not the same. dennis feels like the jigsaw piece that finally finishes the puzzle.
robby buys him flowers at least twice a week, loving the way his sweetheart's eyes light up when he has roses and tulips and sunflowers bundled into his arms with accompanying kisses. he takes him out to dinner every friday, insisting on footing the entire bill and hand feeding him dessert (his boy gets embarrassed by this, so robby wangles his way into getting secluded candlelit tables where they won't be bothered). he buys dennis jewellery, pretty, shiny things that catch the light and make him glow. more than once robby has been caught blushing and staring at dennis from across the room, totally zoned out from anything that wasn't his boyfriend.
robby never saw himself as someone who would sit in bed with someone sat in his lap, back to chest, as they watched shitty tv and ate ice cream from the tub- but there he was. dennis was the perfect height for him to bury his face in his hair and inhale the sweet scent of the youngers coconut shampoo. robby proposes to dennis after just eight months, and they get married on the date of their first year anniversary.
sometimes robby wakes in the night and watches his boy sleep, still not believing how he ever got so lucky. dennis wakes up at times, and will shuffle close to press kisses on robby's face as he giggles. they just work.
thinking about robby who's like. incredibly well regarded in the medical community for his work both in and out of the ER, and so he's invited to speak at a lot of conferences. they're pretty formal affairs, suits and ties and the lot, as well as the ability to bring a plus one along.
he used to not bring anyone, not interested in bringing a friend since others at the conference would speculate over if they were together or not, but now? he brings dennis. at first dennis is apprehensive- what will people think of him and robby? he's not dumb, he knows their age gap raises eyebrows, and he doesn't want robby's colleagues (and the wider us medical field) to think that he'd only got his residency by sleeping with the boss.
robby understood his concerns, very aware that there will absolutely be eyes on him too (though when it came to rich doctors, it wasn't all that rare to see them with a much younger partner on their arm), but he reassures dennis. he's not ashamed of their relationship- in fact, he wants to show dennis off, show everyone how beautiful he is. he's not afraid of people talking, judgemental as they may possibly be. he wants to love dennis loudly, as long as dennis wants that too.
dennis gets quite mushy about the whole declaration robby gives him really- being wanted is still quite new. he gives robby one condition. don't tell people that he's also in medicine, and don't tell them he technically works under robby. dennis refuses to have nepotism rumours flying, not when he worked so hard to study medicine at all.
robby takes him very seriously. he would never jeopardise dennis's career in any way. they agree that when people ask, dennis is a theology graduate- it's not untrue, and it's something dennis can answer polite small talk about if necessary.
neither of them are prepared for just how much everyone *loves* dennis. robby's fucking smitten already, besotted with how fucking good dennis looks dressed up fancy, and it feels like he's the one clutching onto dennis as a plus one, rather than the other way around.
although there was initially some sideways glances at the pair, everyone who got so much as a word in with the pretty curly blonde came away gushing. robinavitch's boy... so sweet, so happy to talk, so enthusiastic and kind and smart, though not in medicine (little did they know).
it gets to the stage where people are coming over to them just to meet dennis, because word has got around so quickly that the renowned bachelor, grumpy and sad, has had a new lease of life poured into him thanks to this dennis. the only side eyes that happen now are ones that pass between people who never knew dr robinavitch could look so happy or could blush and smile the way he did when listening to his boy.
robby enjoys the conference more than he has in fifteen years, and promises to bring dennis along to the next one as per his colleagues requests. as they're finally leaving in the early hours, ever so slightly flushed and tipsy, one man robbys age comes up to him and slaps him on the shoulder good naturedly.
"great speech today, robinavitch, great to meet your partner too. don't let that one slip through your fingers, hey? put a ring on him before the next one!"
robby turns into a tomato, red and stuttering. dennis can't hear anything over the pounding in his chest. an illusion to marriage? robby marrying him? and his colleagues approving after *one* night? oh blimey. their sex that night is soft and pure and really fucking good. both of them cry tears of pleasure and ignore the ironing their crumpled suits will need. in the afterglow, robby researches jewellers.
and, as per the other doctors words? by the time the next conference rolls around, dennis has a shiny rock the size of everest planted on his finger, and a soon to be hyphenated last name. robby can take advice sometimes.
every night I fantasize about dennis and robby meeting during their shift in a quiet place and comforting each other AGGHHH..
i really take it as canon that dennis whitaker is a man who is just. permanently cold. he wears two layers of under clothes beneath his scrubs to stop him shivering on the clock, his hands are so cold that people gasp when they touch him and they ache and throb in winter, the whole thing. he just runs absolutely freezing.
of course, this makes his relationship with robby perfect, because robby is always boiling. he could sleep quite happily in just his boxers, or completely naked really, on top of the sheets, and be completely comfortable. he's a big, warm man. he's dennis's favourite thing to ever have existed. robby himself is somewhat worried about how cold his boy always is, and showers him in expensive jackets and gloves, and has handwarmers constantly tucked in the glove box of his car- it's important to him that dennis is treated exactly how he deserves.
he's always asking dennis if there's anything he can buy for him to make him warm and comfy, but it turns out dennis only wants one thing- to use robby as his own personal hot water bottle at night. robby's delighted. their evening routine now involves the older man putting on a very old, very worn, very baggy hoodie, and lying back against the pillows to wait for dennis to nestle in where he wanted.
the younger man would lift the bottom of the hoodie, and worm his way in. the curls on his head always made robby grin and laugh slightly as they tickled him as dennis squirmed up his belly and onto his chest, cocooned between the soft hoodie material and the warm squishy skin of his boyfriend. eventually, dennis would settle in where he was comfortable, face tucked into robby's neck and body pulling the fabric taunt. he would sigh in contentment and hum sleepily, and then robby would manoeuvre his arms to grab the blankets (because his denny needed those too- two of them, the duvet and an extra layer as well) to pull them up and cover the two men.
once they were pulled up to their necks, and robby had his arms around the young man plastered onto him, rubbing his back and pressing kisses into his hair, dennis would finally relax properly. when robby felt his boyfriend become a dead weight on him, he knew dennis was finally warm enough to be sleepy.
"mmm... you warm, baby? cosy enough to sleep?"
he could feel dennis grin against his neck.
"yeah... feels nice. y'r warm 'n soft.."
oh, robby was so fond of his boy, the sight and sound of him comfy and safe made him smile so wide that his cheeks almost hurt. having dennis pressed so close to him via the means of both the hoodie and his arms around him just felt right. he was taking care of him.
"well, i'm glad sweetie. you should always be warm. we'll get one of those little heaters for winter as well, you want that? in case you think the main heating isn't enough and your fingers start aching like last year?"
kisses landed on his neck and cheek stubble as dennis snuggled closer to him.
"...yes pl's. 'm tired now. i l've you, robby."
robby rubbed his hands on his back again and buried his face in the bouncy blonde hair.
"sleep well, baby. i love you too, i'm glad you're all warm."
Thinking of that time im pretty sure i saw an OF creator at a craft market and thinking about making it huckleabbot. Hmmmmmm.
Now, Jack isn’t ashamed to admit he watches porn. He’s only human, and, sometimes, porn is the only way to get that release you need.
dennis doesn't mean to. he absolutely doesn't mean to, isn't thinking, isn't... it just comes out, when robby is fucking into him deep and slow, cock dragging against the slick, sensitive walls of his cunt, making him pant. a whiny, high-pitched moan. dad—
he clamps his jaw shut immediately after, tears springing to his eyes, face hot in humiliation, shame broiling in his gut. his bottom lip trembles as he opens his mouth again to apologize, to beg robby to forget it, not talk about it, that's he's sorry, so sorry for being such a fucking freak—
but robby takes it and runs. robby's lips curl in a satisfied smirk, eyes heavy-lidded as he grinds deeper into dennis's cunt like he's trying to carve out a space for himself. he presses down on dennis's stomach, feeling the bump of his cock through the soft skin, groaning low. aww, sweetheart. is that what you need? you need a dad? you need dad to fuck you? ohh, I know, I know it. made to take dad's cock. shh, it's okay... it's alright, baby, you can cry.. dad's here, huh? dad'll kiss it better. <3
has this been done already
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE TRANS DENNIS BOTTOM GROWTH
I beg you, you will make me so happy and horny
ughhhh it's so special to me icl
I always imagine it to be one of the changes that dennis's body took to the best when it came to hrt- like within just a few months he could already see changes, and they've only continued until he's got a proud little t-dick, big enough to poke it's head out from between his folds.
the biggest change is how much more obvious it is to him when he's aroused- before, he could feel himself slicking up of course, but now he could physically feel blood swelling to his crotch, making his engorged clit feel heavy and hot as it chubbed up and inched it's way out further from between his lips. he could feel it pulsing as the head rubbed against the fabric of his underwear, undeniably a real erection.
it was also fucking fantastic how much his boyfriend loved his newly fattening cock, and how much he wanted to be all over it whenever he could. robby's favourite activity was to pin his dennis to the bed and suck him off so enthusiastically it was like his dick was water in the desert- robby also liked to measure it.
he'd part dennis's folds and flick at the head of his cock, which would make his boy squirm and moan, and then he'd take the erect member between two fingers, exposing it fully, and would lay his little finger down against it, testing the length.
"oh denny, look at that, you're so fucking big now, how fucking big you've grown... you know, baby, your cock will be fat enough to fuck me soon, won't it? big enough to please me, if this is how large you get when you're all amped up like this... so horny, baby, look at you..."
dennis would whimper and moan, thrusting his hips into robby's hands to look for pressure against his pulsing crotch, and robby would chuckle more before dipping down and taking him into his mouth.
robby let his eyes roll back as he swallowed around his boy's cock, hard in his own pants but laser focused on the way dennis's dick had gone from being nothing more than a small little lump for him to lick against, to more than two inches long and enough for him to really give a good suck to, with a rounded head so perfect for kissing. he makes dennis buck and writhe beneath him without fail.
when dennis cums, which doesn't take long now he'd grown so much, robby's more than happy to lick up the ample slick covering him, and to give messy kisses to the head of the little cock that was gradually softening as the younger man floated in pleasure and post-orgasmic bliss. perfect.
it's robby who does dennis's t-shots, and he can't help but think about the way that beautiful cock would only grow and plump up more and more as he pressed the plunger of the syringe down. based on how dennis shifted and widened his legs as robby did it, he was thinking about it too. maybe one day his boy *would* be able to fuck him with his gorgeous fucking cock.
needy constantly horny puppy whitaker with a sex drive robby can't keep up with is so real to me... whining and whimpering and pawing at robby, little puppyparts pulsing and aching between his legs, never sated. if he had it his way, robby would always be fucking him, stuffing him full of owner's dick til he's all drooly and fuzzy and yipping.
but robby can't always get it up :/ den pitifully groping at his soft dick, eyes teary, too fuzzy-headed to understand why his daddy won't just give him his treat. whining daddy, please, please, I was a really good boy all day, I swear, please? and robby is forlorn, he just can't reward his good puppy with a nice fucking, can't manage more than a weak twitch.
which of course, is very, very dire to the poor pup. robby offers a dildo to fuck inside his little hole but den whines and refuses, sniffling, wanting daddy's cock. petulant and pouty and squirmy, little puppycunt aching between his legs, empty.
so robby sighs, gives in, phones a friend :) jack is bending his pup over the living room table within an hour while robby watches, holding back a few whimpers of his own, frustrated tears that he can't fuck his own puppy— and also admittedly a little woozy at the sight of his best friend and his puppy boyfriend fucking.
jack is fucking harshly into his boy, fingers digging into den's skin, the wet plap of jack's hips against den's soft little ass filling the room. den is absolutely wrecked, yowling, tags on his collar jingling, so pretty and flushed with his skin damp with sweat, drooling onto the wood as jack ruins his cunt. filth spills constantly from jack's mouth, cooing down at dennis or talking about him like he's not even there, making eye contact with robby the whole time.
what a shame your daddy can't fuck this cute little puppyhole, huh? you seem to like Jackie's cock just fine, though, don't you, don't youuu? fuuck, robby, brother, you're gonna have to share more often... you're missing out, but you know that, yeah? shit, he's so tight, so wet, like fuckin velvet. oh, god, squeezing the fuck outta my dick... you've got such a well-trained little guy, huh? so good at just takin it like a slut. gorgeous little fuckhole.
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thinking about robby fingering dennis and coaxing him to squirt, but dennis can't because he's too shy.
he writhes around on the bed, knees trying to close around robby's hand, shaky hands coming up to cover his pretty, flushed cheeks.
"mmfhh— daddy, i- i don't think i can. feels good b—but i know 's gonna make a mess, i can't..”
robby bites back a mean little laugh, his dick so hard it threatens to tear through the fabric of his sweatpants. he sweetens his boy up with soft praise in his ear, kisses and love bites on his sensitive neck, all the while he's whispering, “yes you can, baby, daddy knows it. yeeeahh, see, there you go, that cunt listens so well. 's dripping around my fingers, it wants to come so bad. don't you wanna be a good boy for daddy, let him taste that load?"
turns out a few deep thrusts, some sweet talk, and a thumb on his clit is enough to get dennis coming like a starting pistol shot off. his back arches off the mattress, fingers white-knuckling the sheets, his cunt squelching as it squeezes repeatedly around robby's fingers. he squirts so far the stain reaches the foot of the bed. an open-mouthed grin paints his lips as he pants out into the humid air, glancing over at robby sheepishly.
as quickly as it appeared, the smile is gone, replaced with a mock scowl as he gauges the look of pure victory on his boyfriend's face.
what a fucking pervert, dennis thinks, giving robby a halfhearted smack on his bare chest before sinking back into the pillows, basking in the rest of his post-orgasm glow.
robby who is absolutely pussy whipped for dennis, and sulks and is genuinely heartbroken if there's a night where dennis won't let him bury his face in it and eat him out as his boy rides his tongue....
bratty dennis who's just as obsessed with having robby's tongue inside him and nose grinding on his swollen t-dick... but still teases robby by saying that the grey parts in the chin and moustache part of his facial hair are there because he's spent so long with his face in dennis's pussy that his juices have bleached them...
the concept of being inside his boyfriend so long his facial hair has reacted to dennis's slick insides makes robby so horny that he gets right back between dennis's legs, exactly where the younger wants him.
when dennis gets sick he tries to make himself as small as possible. he didn't get special treatment growing up, didn't get to go to the doctor, only got told to "tough it out". he assumed robby and abbot would be the same--they've seen so much worse in their line of work, their whitaker having a little cold shouldn't phase them.
the moment they find out, dennis is so thoroughly doted on he doesn't know what to do with himself. they're taking turns between shifts to take good care of him: making him meals, running hot baths to help him sweat it out, loading him up on vitamins, swaddling and cradling him when his fever leaves him with the chills. they're shamelessly babying him even after the symptoms pass, making sure he's good and healthy before he's allowed to take care of himself again. and even then, he's kept on a short leash for a good while after.