I love Hucklerabbot dynamic cuz Robby would NOT discipline Dennis at all he barely does it at work! outside?!?! Not at all! he enables that boy too much which is why Jack is crucial he sets rules and balances his two boys it’s his way of showing love and care.
Jack has chores for Dennis and Robby.
Robby tells Dennis he’ll pay someone to clean the house.
Robby lets Dennis eat whatever he wants as long as he is eating filling portions.
Jack wants to see Dennis eat three balanced meals a day and an appropriate amount of vegetables and water.
Robby gives his credit card to Dennis whenever the boy wants it
Jack has an allowance that Dennis has to follow he wants the boy to be responsible and not too spoiled (too late for that)
Robby could let Dennis hump him and use him as a dildo whenever the boy wants
Jack however punishes both Robby and Dennis for cumming without his permission.
Dennis whines for his daddy Robby to save him mid punishment but Robby knows he’ll get more punishment if he intervened
You don't think he hates you, per se, but you're still not sure he actually likes you. You're confident enough to say that he tolerates you at the very best. Anything other than that is pure speculation.
He's a quieter guy, more the one to chime in here and there, but rarely leading a conversation that happens outside of a mission. But most of all he's a watcher, always observing everything. That includes you as well. It's difficult to tell from behind the masks and balaclavas he always wears, but you're pretty positive he's not death-glaring at you when he does. Then again, he very well could be. It could just also be his face.
There was one time when he practically snuck up on you in the lounge by asking, "You drink tea?"
You were stunned enough that he was actually talking to you that the only thing you could respond with was a, "Y-yeah." To which he placed a warm mug full of freshly brewed tea on the counter in front of you. And then just left.
Needless to say, you have no idea how to approach the Lieutenant, and the weird nervous feeling you get when think about trying makes you feel like a bumbling idiot.
That is until the day you spot him with an armful of fluff, a gangly puppy secured between his chest and bicep.
The sight of that little puppy face and those floppy ears just learning how to stand up straight pulls a gasp from you, and you're on your feet practically skipping over to them.
"Oh, hello little baby," you say to the dog whose tail starts to wag like crazy at the tone of your voice. "Oh, such a wiggly baby, yes you are, hellohellohello," your baby talk sends the puppy into overdrive who starts trying to lick your face, those sweet brown eyes beaming at you.
"She'll be trained to kill people."
"Yes, but right now she's just a big, dumb baby yesyouarejustabigdumbbaby."
You get so caught up in the momentary puppy fever that you forget that the puppy in question is still being held by thee Ghost. Ghost, whose personal space you are fully entrenched in at this point. You're practically sandwiching the dog between the both of you. The moment you remember feels like jumping into a frozen lake.
Not only have you nearly accosted him, but you straight up ignored your Lieutenant to make googly eyes at a puppy.
"Uh," you stutter. "Uhm. Sorry. Sir." You take a healthy step back. The puppy stretches farther in Riley's hold trying to follow your retreat. You brave a look up to him to meet his eyes. Now you could just be going crazy, but… Is he smiling?
"That's alright. She is a cute little bugger, in't she?" Your brain short circuits a little bit hearing Ghost say the word cute. You can't help your smile.
"Yeah, and I think she knows it." He adjusts the dog in his hold in such a way that gives you an easier angle to pet her. God, those big ol' ears, though.
Feeling like you're about to be pulled back into the puppy's thrall, you clear your throat. "Where'd she come from?" you ask him.
"It's the new litter's first time on base. To get them acclimated to it all, start on their exposure training." Then he does something uncharacteristic of him. He shuffles, dare you say, awkwardly and glances away from you for a moment. "D'you wanna see the rest of them?"
"I would love to see the rest of them." Your duties be damned, you were going to see those puppies if it was the last thing you do.
Simon leads through the base until the sounds of rambunctious puppies meets your ears. He introduces you to the handlers while letting the dog in his arms loose to join the others who swarm the two of you in a playful, wriggling pile.
Watching your infamously deadly LT, the one whose very name sends fear into the hearts of friend and foe alike, play with a pack of puppies and looking more at ease than you've ever seen him instantly becomes one of your most beloved memories.
(Little did you know that ever since he first saw you Ghost has been agonizing over how to approach you. The strong, loyal, pretty thing that you are. For the first time in, hell, probably ever he's felt the desire to get to know someone outside of the necessity of his job. The puppies were an opportunity he couldn't let pass. Never let it be said that Simon Riley is not an excellent tactician.)
sub dennis who's owned and collared by doms robby and jack, and they love to mark him in as many permanent ways as they can. obviously, he wears a collar (either his home leather collar, day collar, or various other ones with specific kink purposes) 24/7 and is caged whenever they're not playing with their boy, but they want more.
they've filled this want by piercing their boy however they can. jack's trained in it and has all the equipment, so they do it at home. plus, his doms are doctors. he's in the safest hands he could be in.
so far, they've put metal bars through both his nipples, pretty heavy ones, so the buds are permanently erect and puffed out no matter what, and they've also got different options for them. there are hoops that can be slid through his nipples so that they can attach a chain between them for them to tug on to make him cry, as well as interesting clamps.
they've pierced his belly button, they've pierced his ears, they're in the process of thinking about piercing his tongue so that they can have their boy suck them off with the added pleasure of a little metal ball rubbing on their cocks.
they've pierced his little cock, too. to make it work they had to make sure that the body of the cage they got for him was silicone, so the metal piercing couldn't get caught on more metal and hurt their boy, but there was no way they were passing up on the piercing. they like to play with that silver bar as much as they can, crowding his cock and sliding it up and down as he blurts pre cum and sniffles. he's a good boy, bound and collared and pierced for them.
he's also absolutely forbidden to touch any of them himself, bar an emergency. no touching his ears, belly button, nipples (for this, they dress him in the morning, just in case he tries to get some friction from the clothing), cock etc. never. his body belongs to robby and jack, it's their collar that sits on his neck and bares their names, after all.
they will pierce his tongue, they reckon. just a nice ball. though stopping their boy from touching that one might be harder to regulate... at work, they might have to let it slide and trust him. at home? maybe they could get him a bit gag or something, to keep his tongue pressed down in his mouth.
dennis heard them talking about this as he lounged in bed one day, the other men out in the hallway. he felt his cock give a traitorous throb, but luckily the cage stopped him from getting hard. but god, another piercing? please! the thought of them marking him up even more made his head spin. and a bit gag to stop him playing with it? please, god.
just thinking about it made his mouth feel empty without it. he hoped they'd make a decision quickly. he waggled his head to make the tags on his collar jangle and lure his doms into the room. more!
dennis who’s never had a considerate partner before rabbot has never squirted and has no idea he can do that.
Jack and Robby are taking turns eating his pussy, tagging each other out every minute or so, and when Jack goes down next with his fingers hitting just the right spot and Robby sitting up to play with Dennis’ nipples—
“Wait, waitwait, I think i’m gonna piss myself!” Dennis is scrambling at Jack’s hair trying to pull him off his tdick.
Of course this makes Jack double his efforts and seconds later Dennis is moaning the loudest they’ve ever heard him, squirting all over Jack’s smug face. Dennis thinks he’s gonna pass out.
When Dennis’s heart rate returns to normal and he resurfaces he’s apologizing profusely that “didn’t realize i had to pee” and “you guys probably think i’m so gross”
Robby and Jack, who were just making out so they could share the taste of Dennis’ cunt realize they have to explain that squirting is normal and in fact not Dennis just pissing himself during sex.
and then they try to make it happen again, and again… and again.
love the "established hucklerobby but newcomers have no idea" trope
dana instructing new med students:
"if dr robby is not in the mood and you need to ask him smth that will make him even more snappy please do us all a favour and take dr whitaker with you to soften the blow"
• one day some student comes up to robby alone, stuttering "dr. whitaker said he's busy but he told me to tell you to listen to my report and not be mean because I made a mistake"
• sometimes dennis waves the student off "yeah you go, I'll stand here where he can see me, don't worry I'm watching"
so he's just giving robby the look across the hall and a nod of encouragement to the student
it all clicks for the newbies one day
dennis pops up in the hospital on his day off (because robby forgot his keys) and suddenly robby (whos been bitching the whole day) smilies brightlly, greeting him with a "hey baby" and a peck on his lips
dennis murmurs "hi, here's your keys and I need you to fix your attitude a little cz I've been getting complains"
robby snaps a look at trinity who just shrugs her shoulders like yeah I told on you, what you're gonna do about it
Thinking about Dennis getting attacked by a patient and Robby being completely unable to handle himself. Luckily Jack has his head on straight
“It’s the job,” Dennis insisted, “part of the job is seeing everyone who comes through the doors, Dana said that to me my first shift.”
“This is far from your first shift and you know there are protocols for violent patients—never enter the room alone, never carry sharps—it’s right there in the chart, Whitaker!”
“He was SATing in the 70s! What was I supposed to do, just pass by? Open EPIC before doing a lifesaving procedure?” He was in trouble. He hated being in trouble, especially with Robby, and especially when he felt like crying. Robby couldn’t even look at him, not once since he came storming in, “Anyone would’ve done the same. You would have.”
“Don’t.” Robby shook his head like he could push away the whole damn conversation, hands lacing behind his sweaty neck as he paced, “That’s not the same—“
“—and why is that?”
“Why?” Dennis flinched back from the slap of the sudden burst in volume, “Because he doesn’t have 10 inches and 100 pounds on me! Because he couldn’t grab my throat and nearly throttle me with one hand!”
Dennis gulped and his hand jumped to his neck, the skin felt hot under his fingers, swollen already and probably mottled red.
Robby was smearing sweat up into his hair now, agitated hands that couldn’t rest, “I never would’ve put you in a room with that man. Damn it, Whitaker!”
Just as Dennis’ wet sniff finally turned Robby’s head in his direction, the scrape of the door against the linoleum turned it back. The familiar tread had Dennis’ shoulders relaxing before Jack even stepped into view. Someone had called him in after all. Dana, no doubt.
“Michael—that’s enough. Take a walk, brother,” His hand fell on his shoulder and squeezed. It almost looked like Robby leaned into the weight of it before wrenching the door open and disappearing.
“Hey.” Dennis croaked. Feeling like he was gargling a mouthful of gravel.
“Hey, slugger,” Jack’s eyes were soft, hands even softer when they tilted his chin up, rotated his head slowly to one direction, then the other. Dennis didn’t wince at the motion, just at the touch of his fingers when they brushed the purpling bruise.
“I knew you were a fighter,” Jack smiled, “How’s the other guy?”
“He’s alive.” Dennis said. A strange stirring in his chest that said despite everything, there was a victory in that. Pride maybe? It wasn’t exactly a familiar sensation.
Jack smiled again, a little sadder this time, and ruffled Dennis’ hair, “Yeah, he is. You got that right, kid.”
Everyone loves pup! Dennis, but I'm thinking about it in the hybrid sense…
The whole department is feeling the effects of Robby's mood, so much so that he gets pulled into another mandatory “mental health meeting”.
When he walks in and sees Kiara smile, he immediately knows he's in trouble.
Instead of the usual spiel detailing the hospital policy, required therapy sessions, and the limit on the number of shifts he can take in a week (which have never helped on the numerous occasions he’s been forced to comply), she slides a few pamphlets across the table.
They're all on the subject of hybrids.
One is a compilation of studies on how owning and caring for a hybrid is proven to improve mental health.
Another resource on how to care for the most common types.
The rest are all for specific shelters in Pittsburgh.
“What the hell is this?” He bites, flustered by the countless photos of pretty hybrids with soft ears and fluffy tails or sleek wings.
“It’s either this or 3 months off,” Kiara responded, clearly not in the mood to entertain him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She shrugs, eyes twinkling. “I actually don’t think it’s a bad idea.”
Robby blanks, “You don’t?”
She nods, “The research is all there, and I think it would be helpful for you to just focus on helping one thing instead of the entire population of Pittburg.”
Automatically, his gaze drops to the pamphlets lingering on the picturesque photos of sweet-looking hybrids curled up beside their human companions, a small, locked-away part of him yearns for that affection.
“I wouldn’t have time to care for one…”
“Oh, either way, you're being forced to take fewer hours, Dr. Robvinavitch. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy…”
With a sigh, he leafs through one of the shelter pamphlets.
“I’ll check out a shelter this weekend… but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna get one, just wanna see what’s out there…”
Kiara looked triumphant nonetheless.
It stayed on the back of his mind till he got home.
When he did get home, he stated noticing–noticing all the extra space he had, not to mention all the extra funds. With more shifts off, he could really spoil a hybrid.
With a sigh, he pulled out his laptop and started researching.
He had never really known where he stood on hybrids.
There were all sorts of issues and discourse surrounding them, but the idea of giving one comfort and a home was very appealing to him.
So on Saturday, he walks into one of the shelters on the pamphlets with no expectations.
Well, if he does wind up with a hybrid, it would probably be a cat.
He’s getting too old for something active like a dog hybrid, and reptile and bird hybrids have such specific upkeep and care, he’s worried he’d fuck it up.
He goes to all 4 of the shelters Kiara had suggested. When he walks into the 4th, he’s convinced it’s a lost cause.
He hasn’t been able to bond with any of the hybrids he’d met so far.
They were all so young, 18-23, the oldest he’d found was 24, and it felt wrong bringing home one of the affectionate, well-groomed mewling cats.
As the employee led him past the stall with eager hybrids, he’d resigned himself to taking those 3 months off.
Maybe he could go on a sabbatical or something.
As the employee talked his ear off about their policies and pets, introducing each one as Robby feigns interest, Robby notices that he practically skips over a stall in the corner.
“What about in there?” He asks without thinking, stopping the man in his tracks.
“Oh, uh, that one’s Dennis.” The employee seems uninterested, almost annoyed, which makes Robby even more curious.
Stepping up to the stall, which is almost entirely out of the light of the shelter floor, he finds a dog hybrid, Dennis.
He’s unlike any hybrid Robby had seen that day in many good and many bad ways.
Unlike the plump soft hybrids he’d been shown, this one is very thin and sinewy, his waist is narrow, his legs are lightly muscled, and his cheekbones are sharp.
His tail, a beautiful sandy brown, looks so soft and lies limp beside him; his ears are the same, fuzzy and floppy against his head, lying atop an endearing mop of curls.
Noticing Robby's interest, the hybrid backed himself into the corner, looking nervous, bearing his small point canines.
“Dennis.” The employee said in a warning tone that made the poor thing flinch.
“See, he’s very jumpy, all the way from a farm in Nebraska, he was the runt of his litter. If you go this way, I can show you…”
Robby let the employee's annoying voice fade into the background. Instead, he kneeled (with a groan) and gently stuck his hand through the opening in the plexiglass stall door, and just waited.
At first, Dennis seemed weary, but after realizing Robby wasn’t moving, he crawled closer, sniffing Robby’s hand.
Now that he’s in the light and shyly looking toward him, Robby gets a better look at his pretty face, long lashes, and a sweet button nose.
And his eyes…
They’re big, round, sad, and a beautiful muted stormy blue. He looks so nervous and confused and so very tired.
Very tentatively, he placed his cheek in Robby's hand and nuzzled softly till he was rubbing his whole head into Robby's palm.
Every part of the pup feels like silk.
Robby wanted to just wrap him in his arms and never let go.
So he takes him home.
Both Dennis and the employee share similar looks of surprise when he declares his decision.
The employee almost tries to protest, but Robby shuts it down with a sharp glare.
On his papers, it says he's 27, but he doesn't look a day over 23.
Probably due to him being the runt and the years of malnutrition.
The info Robby receives is sparse and tragic.
The few vet records he had before arriving at the shelter are all for broken bones, none of the required vaccines or yearly check-ups.
Robby fills out the paperwork and pays the shelter fee without a second glance.
Dennis stays close to Robby the whole time, kneeling beside him with a generic shelter provided collar around his throat, heavy black leather, and bulky pokey hardware weighing down his neck.
When ready, all they send the pup away with is a small, scrappy blanket.
Robby leads him to the car. At first, the poor thing tries to crawl on the concrete.
“You can walk, Dennis.” He says, wincing at the sight of that soft, pale skin pressing into the rough, dirty sidewalk.
Dennis looks up with wide guarded eyes…
Robby gives him a gentle nod.
He stands on shaky legs.
“There we go… good boy.” He tacks on remembering what he'd read about dog hybrids.
Clearly, it was the right thing to say as Dennis mewls in delight, eyes sparkling, his tail even wags a little.
Robby would tell him just about anything to hear that again.
As if on instinct, Dennis stands by the trunk of his car, back straight, like he was ready to be guided in.
“Up here, Dennis…”
Once in the passenger seat, he curls into a ball with the scrappy blanket.
At Robby's house, he gets a bath.
When he makes his intentions known, Dennis whimpers, looking terrified, but he doesn't put up a fight.
His ribs poke against his skin, which is milky and smooth, only blemished by the occasional scar.
Even though he's clearly cautious, he's still so obedient, letting Robby help him into the bath.
Once in the tub, which had been filled with warm bubble water, he seemed much less antsy. Shyly, he lets himself be washed with gentle soap.
The pup arches into his touch, looking up at him with huge, guileless eyes, letting out adorable soft gasps and sighs as Robby removes built-up grime.
Part of Robby wants to do this forever; he spends an egregious amount of time washing and detangling Dennis’s hair.
Alas, Robbys cleaned him up completely, and the water is starting to run cold. So he carefully helps Dennis out of the tub, wrapping him in a soft, fluffy towel. He shakes his head and tail, flicking water everywhere.
He realized his error and flinched, blushing; he clutched the towel close, not daring to look up.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Robby…”
The way he seems to brace for impact makes Robby's heart lurch, anger flaring deep in his chest, anger at anyone who would hurt or yell at such a sweet, gentle pup.
At his sweet, gentle pup.
Robby dresses Dennis in old drawstring shorts that haven’t fit him since college and one of his hoodies. He realizes his error when he sees Dennis's tail squishing out of the waistband and promptly cuts a hole in the back, allowing Dennis’s tail to pop through.
It wags a little bit, taking in its newfound freedom, and Robby's heart just about melts.
He makes Dennis a dinner of steak, steamed broccoli, and blueberries.
The confused expression he gives when his plate is set on the table is endearing, but not as endearing as when he starts eating with his hands, shoving bite after bite into his mouth, licking his fingers and plate clean.
That night, when he enters his bedroom a few minutes after telling Dennis to rest, he finds him curled up on the floor by the foot of his bed, already half asleep with that same scrappy blanket in his hands.
Without a second thought or regard for his back, the next day, he bends over, scoops him up, and deposits Dennis into his bed.
He holds him close all night.
Robby hates to admit it, but Kiara was right.
He finds out quite quickly that he doesn’t mind his limited shifts at all; in fact, he often doesn’t want to go in.
Who would when they have the prettiest loyalist pup all to themselves?
At first, Dennis had had trouble understanding what he was and wasn't allowed to do, still so thin and scared.
Robbu takes him out collar shopping that first week at one of those luxury hybrid boutiques, where he could tell Dennis felt self-conscious surrounded by all the soft, spoiled hybrids who had lived in luxury their entire lives.
Even if none of them held a candle to his Dennis.
It takes a little encouragement, but Dennis picks out a classic leather silhouette, the color a stormy dull blue that matched his eyes with gold hardware and silk lining.
Robby still sees him admiring it in his reflection to this day, absent-mindedly flicking the golden coin-shaped dog tag that reads “Dennis” on the front and “Property of Michael Robinavitch” on the back.
But as days turned to weeks, he found his place, which was right by Robby’s side (or in his lap).
Robby learned the hybrid was actually extremely intelligent and kind once he got him talking. He rambled a lot, and when Robby first got him to yip? He was riding that high for the next two days. He even got pulled aside at work because people were raising concerns over how happy he was.
And when he did have a bad day or shift, Dennis was always there waiting by the door. He would curl up in his lap, lick at his cheek, and whimper about how he hopes Robby feels better while pawing at his sore muscles. Once Dennis was in his arms and his hand was in Dennis’s hair, he always relaxed.
Dennis never grew spoiled, per se. He never demanded treats or toys (Probably because Robby already gave him too many), he was always eager for affection, any praise, touch, or god forbid, Robby says good boy, and he’s bouncing off the walls practically humping Robby's leg with excitement…
Those weeks inevitably turned into months, and their bond progressed far past the bounds of hybrid and owner.
It had been a particularly bad shift today, a ten-car pile-up with a semi will do that. He hadn’t been home in over 17 hours he hoped Dennis had gone to bed.
But of course he hadn’t. He's greeted with the sigh of his boy sprawled across the couch, reading a book in nothing but one of Robby’s zip-up hoodies.
“Hey, pup,” Robby said, voice crumpled with exhaustion.
“Robby! You’re back!” He yipped, dropped his book, and padded across the floor to greet him.
Dennis took his bag and jacket off.“Yeah, I am.”
“I’m so glad!” He tugged on Robby’s hand and started to lead him back to their room. “Long shift?”
“Very,” he responds, letting Dennis push him down on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry.” He said it so genuinely that it made Robby want to cry.
Robby sighed. The sight of his pup fussing over him was already doing wonders for his current mental state. “Don’t apologize, pup. I’m already feeling better…”
Dennis eyes him suspiciously before kneeling down on the floor in front of him, resting his chin between Robby’s thick thighs.
“I could make you feel even better if you wanted…?” He asked so innocently as he looked up through his thick brown lashes.
Robby felt his blood rush low at the sight. “No, you don’t have to…”
“You don’t want me to?” He asked, scrunching his nose in that way that drove Robby mad, all while he suspiciously examined the growing bulge in Robby’s scrubs.
“It’s not that it’s just it's late, you should get some rest.” He argued weakly, knowing he’s already lost.
“I know how hard it is for you to sleep after long shifts, Robby. I’m not going to bed till you are.” His pup stood firm, pushing his head further down his lap.
Robby sighed and tried to suppress a full-body shiver as he watched Dennis untie the drawstring of his pants; he’d created a monster. “You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”
Dennis giggled, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing Robby already throbbing and hard. “Maybe…”
“Fine, get on with it-” Before he can finish, his entire length is in Dennis’s mouth, his tip now leaking against his throat.
Robby gasped, grabbing at the sheets and his stupidly soft hair. “Shit pup-”
“Wha’ you ‘old me ‘ta ge’ on with i’?” Dennis spoke around him, drool dripping down his chin, his eyes wide and somehow shy.
Only Dennis could be shy in a situation like this.
Slowly, he started working his way up and down Robby, teasing his tongue from his tip all the way to the base in long, languid, warm wet strokes.
When Robby looked down, Dennis was scrunching his nose again, his attention devoted entirely to making Robby feel good. Feel better.
“Mhm… fuck puppy!” He groaned as Dennis took all of him back into his mouth, picking up his pace.
He’s so wet, warm, and eager, and he could tell Dennis was enjoying this just as much as he was, gently rutting himself against the floor, even against Robby’s shin. Though that sensation is the least of Robby's concerns.
He’s more focused on the ever-building and burning desire in his gut.
Hot, restless, and demanding.
Maybe it’s him who’s grown spoiled.
Dennis is so eager to obey and learn that when Robby’s grip on his hair tightened, his head was suddenly limp, letting Robby thrust into his mouth as he whimpers around him. Drool and tears ran down his face, pooling between Robby’s thighs.
“Good boy, fuck you’re such a good boy.” Robby babbled pace, growing increasingly irregular and needy.
The heat that had pooled so deeply in his belly reached its peak, and suddenly he was spilling down Dennis’s throat, who eagerly sucked it down like he wanted every last drop. He even pulled off a bit so he could taste it on his tongue instead of just feeling it in the back of his throat.
“Pup god fuck Dennis I-” As Robby came down from his climax, Dennis cleaned off his tip, making sure to savour and swallow every last drop of his release.
He panted and rested his head on Robby's thigh once he was done. Robby’s hand released its grip, but didn’t move away; instead, it gently rubbed where he grabbed and combed through his hair, scritching behind his ears.
“Better?” Dennis asked; voice hoarse with sex.
“Yeah, yeah, I am… come up here.” He gently helped Dennis crawl into his lap, pulling him onto his chest. Robby paused when he felt something warm and sticky against his legs and soaking through his shirt.
Without much thought, he swabbed some of it up with his finger and tasted it, unable to contain his smirk.
“Here I was thinking I’d need to help you finish.”
Of course, Dennis blushed a deep tomato red like he hadn't just been lapping at Robby's cock for the past ten minutes. “No, sir…”
After a few more minutes, Robby tried to push Dennis off, to sit up. Dennis pouted, shaking his head, keeping Robby pinned down.
“I gotta clean us up, puppy-” Robby explained, hoping that would allow him to sit up, but Dennis just grumbled and hugged him tighter.
“Later….?”
Those puppy dog eyes were dangerous.
“....Alright.” Robby conceded, pulling Dennis closer, relishing in his soft, filled-out skin and the soft noise of his breathing as it evened out.
He reveled in the feeling that he’d never have to come home to silence again.
Dennis nuzzled into his neck, humming softly, his voice so tired and rough.
Robby’s really glad he didn’t choose the sabbatical.
This turned out way longer than I expected but I hope you guys enjoyed it! If anyone has any Pup!Dennis scenarios with hucklerobby or hucklerabbot please send them my way!!!
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f! reader, PIV sex, unprotected sex, rough sex
🌽 links!!!! I repeat,🌽 links!!!! - So this and this just s(creams) Simon Riley to me.
Divider credit: @/cursed-carmine
Being with Simon meant spending a good chunk of your day off your feet. Towering above you, he liked to close the distance by gathering you in his thick arms, easily lifting you up so your lips could meet.
He spoiled you with his strength often. He'd hoist you over his shoulder with the same ease it took him to blink, his broad palm playfully coming down on ass as you squeal and kick your feet in delight.
When he feels like he ought to treat you a little sweeter you find yourself being scooped up gently bridal style, carrying you around like the most precious cargo. Like you're nothing more than a petal in the wind.
Every concert you talked him in to, you knew you'd be getting the best spot in the crowd. Always reserved for you would be a place on his shoulders, holding you up so securely to give you a better view.
And hiking together meant the trip back down would be spent piggybacking on Simon at his insistence to keep your sore feet from getting worse.
At any moment you could be whisked up and held dearly, never having to worry if it was too much for him to handle. The hulk that he is, he could lift five of you at once if he pleased.
Yeah. He'd love that.
But what felt best was one he'd pick you up...not so dearly.
"Sssimon OHMYGOD", you screeched when your feet leave the ground so swiftly, his arms locked around your naked middle and his chin digging into the space where your shoulder meets your neck.
"That's better. Can fuck this sweet cunt like she needs now."
You're astounded by the way he does it so causally, both of you completely nude and your feet dangling uselessly as his cock ruts into you with riveting force. "Jeeeesus fucking CHRIST, S-simon what- what are you doing to me?", you keen and gasp, the tops of his thick, pulsing thighs smacking into the back of your soft quivering thighs.
All you have to anchor yourself are his arms and his cock, the latter pounding into you so quickly and deep you swear you can feel his ruddy tip poking your bellybutton from the inside.
Your nails sink into his forearms though neither of you really notice it, the sensations he's forcing on you wracking your poor tingling body. Simon's thrusting remains brute, hips snapping into your body while you remain suspended, drool collecting at the corner of your mouth.
my (m27) boss (m53) bit me on the ear and now he’s avoiding me :/
Hi everyone! I hope this is the right sub for this, I’m in a really weird situation at work and I didn’t know where else to come for advice.
So, basically I work in a really fast paced and high pressure environment and do really important work. I won’t say what I do exactly bc I’m kinda paranoid about my coworkers finding me on here but I wanted to put that out there as context as it makes my relationships with my coworkers and boss really intense and maybe sometimes unusual. I also wanna go ahead and say I really like my boss, I look up to him a lot and think he’s a great guy. Idk if he would call me a friend, but I think he likes me too at least a little.
This all happened last week, I was dealing with one of those high pressure situations and things were looking bad. When my boss gets called in to help you know things are taking a turn for the worst lol. It looked like things were all over but I thought of something at the 11th hour. There were a lot of people in the room who thought it was a bad idea but my boss said to go for it and thankfully it worked! Everyone was super relieved and that’s when it happened. My boss can be a pretty touchy guy, especially with me for some reason lol but he’s never taken it this far before. He grabs me round the shoulders (as usual) but pulls me right into him and I think he’s gonna say something into my ear but instead he put his mouth on it and kind of sucked and bit it a little??? Like he didn’t bite me hard but there were definitely teeth involved and afterwards the top of my ear was wet.
Now here’s maybe where I messed up in all this. I kind of. like. whimpered a little bit??? Idk sorry that sounds weird but it just came as a surprise and I guess I’m a little touch starved since work makes it hard to try and find someone and I just let it out before I even had a chance to think about it. But he jumped back from me and looked at me like I’d just told him I was gonna kill his whole family. I tried to apologise and all but he pretty much ran out the room after that.
Since then things have been really weird :( I was hoping I was imagining it but now even other people are noticing and asking what’s going on between us. My roommate is also my coworker and she’s literally not dropping it but I really can’t tell her like omg I fucking moaned I would never hear the end of it.
Wtf do I do?? I really like my boss and don’t want him to hate me but I feel like this has really messed things up. Any advice or anything would be appreciated bc I really dk what to do please help
u/someonesensible
Um. Your boss sucked your ear and bit you. At work. Stop posting on Reddit and go to hr this is insane.
u/BittenFarmboyThrowaway876
It’s not like that
u/soberscotsman
Ok based on how you describe your job you’re either a chef or an emergency service worker either way y’all are so cracked up in there that this will probably blow over. I wouldn’t worry about it.
u/abbybabbles
DEFINITELY emergency medicine. My ex husband works in the er and this sounds exactly like the kind of drama he’d get into. He ended up a drug addict btw.
u/BittenFarmboyThrowaway876
im not a drug addict but sorry about your husband that sucks :/
u/PrincessofStitches
‘I kind of whimpered a little bit’ ok next time maybe start with that
u/jesseicarabbit
Are you trying to fuck your boss? Because this is how people end up fucking their boss
u/BittenFarmboyThrowaway876
What if he hates me now though?
u/jesseicarabbit
???????
u/AwesomeGirl_King
Have you tried talking to him? Pull him aside and just clear the air. Say you didn’t mean to make a noise and show you can be professional about this. It’s easy to get over excited sometimes and it sounds like you both did. Good luck :)
u/ BittenFarmboyThrowaway876
Thank you. You’re right, this is definitely what I should do but the idea of it is making me really nervous. I guess I just don’t want to risk making anything worse by bringing it up. I guess I’m hoping maybe he didn’t hear me or something but it’s pretty obvious by now that he did. Thanks for this, it’s definitely the best advice :)
u/Mattdeepblue
Bro your boss wants you
u/BittenFarmboyThrowaway876
I don’t even know if he likes guys
u/Mattdeepblue
Dude.
u/HolyTrinity
I think you might be the most fucked up people ever :/ freak4freak
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r/tifu
u/docrabbitbitch
TIFU by biting a kid that works for me.
I don’t know, read the fucking title. Work in an ER as an attending physician. Got a kid who works for me and he’s real cute. He did some good work and I meant to say good job to him but lost my mind and tried to take a bite out of him. Kid has barely looked me in the eye since. Trying to figure if I wait for the hospital to suspend me for sexual harassment or if I just get ahead of it and report it myself. I don’t even know why I’m posting this. Beats sitting thinking about it, I guess.
to me dennis is an incredibly clingy and nervous puppy with a lot of trust issues. it came from being the youngest son, often forgotten by his family, promised things and then ignored, and from ultimately being cast out entirely for being different.
he likes to have jack and robby in his eyeline at all times- he doesn't understand yet how to trust that people will come back when they go. he needs to be touching them to reassure himself they're there, and he needs to have them touching him to prove to himself that they want him and aren't discarding him the way he was before.
he's terrified of being left alone, and his boyfriends do everything they can to settle him. the collar helps him, grounds him a bit and makes him relax into the older mens arms, but the panic that sets in when they try and take it off for work is debilitating. so naturally the day collar is added, and that too helps.
when one of them has to leave the room the other will distract their puppy to keep him calm, letting him suck on their fingers, or giving him soothing belly rubs that make him shiver in happiness. he has to sleep between them, always between them, two heartbeats around him, two sets of hands holding him.
robby and Jack know theyve got a deeply traumatised and spooked pup. they know there's a possibility their dennis will never be fully carefree in his puppyspace, always fearful of abandonment. they don't care though- they get so much out of their beautiful, sweet, cuddly pup, and dennis has gotten so much happier and healthier, that it's all worth it.
dennis deserves that love and stability, and they're jumping at the chance to give it to him. their puppy, their affectionate boy, their good collared boy who needs them. though dennis has a long road ahead of him, all three of them are the happiest they can remember.
PLEASE MORE CLICKER TRAINING RUFFURFUURFUFFRRRUFFF
Robby refuses to engage at first. He's struggling with just how much the thought of Dennis, on all fours, tongue out, desperate for their attention, turns him on.
Jack though? He's always been a little wild. He's playful, has maintained this energy even as they grew that Robby is so fond of but is also the current cause for poor Dennis's utter misery (extreme case of blue balls)
He'll never do it when there's an actual emergency, or when everyone is rushed off their feet, patients in the hallway because there aren't enough beds. But the moments between, when things are remarkably still and everyone is a little too scared to breathe wrong lest they trigger the next wave of blood and broken bones and scrub changes (for Dennis at least), Jack strikes.
A slow smile, a ruffle of hair, a compliment on a job well done. And just when Dennis lets his shoulders drop, lets the praise and reassurance that he's doing good sink in like he figures the attending was hoping for, to see him relax, it happens.
click click
The noise from Jack's mouth. Again and again.
"Nice work today, Whitaker."
click click
"Thank you for the heads up."
click click
"You did good, kid. Really."
click click
Dennis honestly feels like he's losing his mind. And he can't even go to a club and blow off some steam because he doesn't want anyone else!
He just wants this.
The nail in the coffin? He's on day shift again, and it's been a rough one. Fifth set of scrubs and it's only 2pm kind of rough. He hasn't had time for lunch but he's resolved to push through and just try to eat as much as he can before he passes out tonight.
Except.
"Whitaker."
Uh oh. Robby doesn't sound happy, great.
"Um, yes Dr Robby?" He responds, maintaining eye contact as best he can.
He expects a lecture, or a list of patients he needs to see. He doesn't expect to be sent on break.
"But-"
"No buts. I know you haven't eaten since this morning and I will not have you collapsing on this floor. If all you have is a sandwich there's leftover curry and rice in the fridge you can reheat, Jack made extra."
Dennis flushes. He wants to protest more, to prove he's strong enough to manage but his stomach gives a traitorous growl.
Robby smiles triumphantly. And Dennis, of course, turns towards the staff kitchen.
