#huckleberry

[autumn-eve]

i love the concept of robby and dennis getting into a petty fight and dennis making robby sleep on the couch. in his own home

that man is absolutely whipped he’s right where he wants to be

[mysecretfreaky]

Hucklerabbot Puppyplay + Spanking

The two attendees returned home to their shared apartment after quickly going to the store to pick up some things. They tried to sway Dennis into joining them; the two loved to take their boy out and spoil him by buying him whatever treats he wanted, but he declined the offer, stating that he had some important school stuff to finish. Robby and Jack prided themselves on being, first and foremost, responsible, so they left their pretty-boy home alone, fully believing the only thing he would get up to was studying.

As they walked into the front door, they grew uncomfortable with the silence and the lack of Dennis sitting on their couch. The younger typically likes to work on the couch as the two older men would walk by the living room on their way to the kitchen or bathroom, leaving him vulnerable to small kisses on the top of his head or short squeezes on his shoulders. It was the small domestic physical touch that made him feel desired and owned even when they weren't engaging in a BDSM scene. Where they noticed a lack of Dennis, they also noticed the lack of noise. Typically, if Dennis was in their shared room, he would run down to greet the two when they came home.

Curious about their boys' whereabouts, the two put the groceries on the counter and moved upstairs. Jack reached the top of the steps and placed one hand on Robby's shoulder and the other over his pursed lips, motioning for him to stay quiet. He could hear Dennis.

"Ah, Ah Masterrr... harder...m'close..."

The sound was muffled by the walls between them, but the two knew exactly what was happening in their bedroom. The creaking noises and the loud buzzing didn't help to hide it either. Dennis was breaking one of their rules.

Jack grinned towards his boyfriend and pulled him in close to him. He always got excited seeing his older lover getting flustered at their younger sub. Part of Jack's fun came from embarrassing Robby over his infatuation with Dennis and the way the whole dynamic caused him to grow achingly hard in his briefs.

"Hear that, master?” He teased, “Sounds like our boy wants some rough love tonight, huh?" He angled Robby's head in such a way that he was forced to make eye contact with him. Robby looked pitiful. Eyes hazy and unfocused, Jack could see the blood flow leaving his brain and filling up his cock in a matter of seconds and knew he had to help him perform his typical role of inflicting punishment tonight. His boyfriend was too soft sometimes.

"C'mon, big guy, our puppy needs a firm hand, and it most certainly isn't going to be me who gives it to him. That's your job, right, baby?" Robby whimpers at the pet name. Within the two's dynamic, Jack was always the more dominant. He was a constant flirt, and it drove Robby wild. He wanted so badly to be brought over Jack's knee himself, but he knew that he had to deal with their sweet boy first; the poor thing was practically begging to be put in his place.

Jack grabbed Robby's hand and guided him to their shared bedroom. They cracked the door open and were greeted by uncontained, wanton moans of pleasure and frustration. Dennis was fully naked and straddling one of the large pillows they put against the backboard. His back was facing the door, giving the two a perfect view of his ass as he desperately bounced himself and his T-dick down against the pillow beneath him. The buzzing noise grew muffled with each bounce. Dennis had taken a vibrator and put it under the pillow he was humping.

"More...mmphh...more pluh-please." He seemed weak from his attempts to bring himself to ecstasy. Of course, his two doms had spent months conditioning him to only be able to cum from their skilled and controlled hands, making his display even more pitiful. No wonder he seemed so whiny and upset; he couldn't cum by himself anymore. He needed a sir and master to make him cum, but forgot one of their most important rules: never touch yourself alone. Jack and Robby both knew that this bratty behavior was a call for help. Dennis wanted to feel grounded and didn't know how to properly ask, so he was reverting to bad behavior that he knew would give him the sweet, sweet punishments he craved. And how could his devoted owners ever deny him that?

"Oh, look what we have here, Mikey. Looks like our poor puppy got too impatient to wait for us to come home before he touched himself."

"You shouldn't have done that, Dennis. You know the rules. I have to punish you now, baby."

Dennis flopped onto his back in surprise; he hadn't heard the two come into the shared room. He looked up in a pleading way at Robby, making his eyes as big and wide and as sad as he could, begging Robby for help and release. Dennis knew that if either of his boyfriends was to break the scene first and just give him what he wanted, it would be Robby.

"Tsk tsk tsk, none of that, baby. I know what you are doing. You can't help but be naughty, huh? You're trying to look all cute and wiggle your way out of a punishment. That's mean, y'know, taking advantage of master's kindness...I know my darling boy would NEVER do that on purpose, right? It's just another honest mistake. But you still need to take your punishment if you want to get your release tonight. Does that sound good, my love?"

Dennis looked up at Jack with admiration and nodded before moving to gently kiss him on the lips, before sticking his tongue in the older man's mouth. The kiss was sloppy and full of breathy moans as a result of the younger's pent-up energy.

Robby moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He whistled once, getting the attention of their puppy boy.

"C'mere Dennis. Be a good boy and lie across my lap."

Dennis looked to Sir, who gave him a nod of encouragement and helped him get situated over Robby's lap.

"Good boy puppy, listen to Master now. He's trying to help you learn how to be a good boy, baby. So just listen and be sweet to him."

Jack moved to sit behind Robby and gently stroked himself at the sight of their beautiful boyfriend, completely naked, plump ass on full display, dick peeking out of his wet pussy. He was perfect.

Robby gently ran his hand through the wet folds, his fingers quickly finding his swollen clit and stroking it in little circles, drawing out a string of moans from the boy. His legs were already shaking with the sensation.

"Now, puppy, you know how much Sir and I hate having to punish you, so we'll make this quick, yeah? I'm gonna give you 12 spanks. The first 10 for touching yourself without our permission, and the other 2 for you trying to get out of your punishment with your puppy eyes, okay?

Dennis hummed. He knew that there was no point in trying to argue with the two or negotiate over the number of strikes he received. He did, after all, deserve this. He did disobey the rules, and he knew it was wrong (and he knew he could get caught). Accepting his fate, he exhaled a shuddering breath, still worked up over Robby's thick and calloused fingers massaging his sensitive tip.

"Okay, Master. I'll be good, I'll take it so well, I promise. I can be good again."

"I know you can, baby. Just be sweet and lie there for me."

The first five landed on his lower thighs, two on his right thigh and three on his left. Each one sent a little shiver up his legs and through his core. It felt warm and stingy. Grounding. The next five were placed on his left and right cheeks, respectively. Master was going harder now with his slaps, but Dennis was confident he could handle the last three. The eleventh slap was loud, hard, and strangely wet.

“AH…Master, that hurts.” Dennis was shaking. Robby had hit him right on his pussy. A line of slick connected his fingers to his wet cunt that he was abusing. 

“Shhhh shhhh, Denny.” Jack soothed from somewhere else in the room out of Dennis’s line of vision. “It's okay, my darling; it's meant to hurt. Only two more and then you will be done, sweetheart. Then your master and I will help you cum.” 

“I don't know if I can last…” Dennis put his head down in shame at the confession. He found himself incredibly aroused at his domineering Master smacking his quivering pussy. Couldn't help it. 

“You can do it, Dennis. No excuses. You only have two more. I’ll do them nice and quick so we can help you sooner.” His Master was notably not giving in to Dennis’s pity tactics the way he usually did. Behind Robby, Jack smiled and appreciated how his boyfriend had been following his orders well and was being rough with Dennis. 

The last two slaps came quickly, just as Master had said. Each one ripped out loud, guttural moans from the shaking boy below. The moment Robby was done with the punishment, Jack moved into Dennis's field of vision and manhandled him to the center of the bed. He placed a pillow under his hips. 

“Robby, go up there and kiss him and love him up, now.” Jack's instructions left no room for questioning. He took rewards just as seriously as punishments. Robby moved up the bed and positioned himself to kiss his younger boyfriend and stroke his back at the same time. Behind him, Jack placed light kisses all over Dennis’s thighs and ass, trying to soothe the red skin which had been irritated by Master's harsh punishment. 

“Oh, puppy, you did so well for us. Beyond my wildest imagination, you always take your punishments so well and act so sweet for us afterwards, don't you? Yeah, yeah, I know. You are all pent up here, huh? Your cunt is so hot and sticky, baby. You just needed your doms to come home and give you all the attention. Well, you have it now, baby. I’m gonna help relieve this poor achy feeling, darling.” 

Without any other warning Jack licked over Dennis’s pulsing pussy, dipping his tongue in and out of his sensitive walls and circling his tongue over his throbbing dick. 

“Mmpphh-Master…it's hot…it's so good…I won't last. Sir, slow down! S’too much!”

Too preoccupied with driving Dennis to the edge, Robby soothed Dennis with a deep kiss and gentle shoulder rubs. “It's okay, my love, Sir, and I want you to cum now. We want to see how cute you are when you are totally fucked out. Just let go and let us take care of you. I know you can do it, my pretty boy. I saw how wet you were earlier just from a few love taps on your cock, my poor desperate pup.” 

With a few more rough sucks on his clit and two fingers deep inside his pussy massaging his walls, Dennis came all over Jack's face, panting and huffing master and Sir's name as he came down from his orgasm. His thighs clenched around Jack's head in a vice-like grip; he hesitated to let the man move away from his heat. Tears formed in his eyes; he was overwhelmed by the sensations and vulnerability of the scene. Jack moved up to cradle his head against his chest and kiss his tears away. He stroked Robby's hair as well, his older boyfriend being equally emotional at the vulnerability he displayed. 

“Hmmmm, my good boys, just rest now, you two…I’ll clean you both up. I’m so proud.”

Okay, dare I say...this is my best work yet...?

NOTE: I had to reupload this bc I made a few spelling mistakes, and it was bothering me.

[doesthemoonhaveeyes]

i imagine that dennis,as the youngest of four brothers, is someone who felt forgotten very often. his parents didn't care much about him,and would forget basic things about their youngest child.

so now,as an adult,he feels continually surprised when people remember things about him.

victoria sends him a meme about him being a typical pisces,and he's just like... you remembered that!?

he mentions to trinity he has an allergy to walnuts and she starts buying a new type of protein bar thats walnut free. (he's surprised by that when he finally realizes why she changed brands.)

robby and jack get him a really nice fleece as a gift for his birthday,and he's shocked they remember his birthdate and that he gets cold all the time in the ed. and then they're surprised and a little insulted that he thought they would forget those things.

(i have more ideas but i'll leave it here for now:))

[preachersellie]

Guess who watched the pitt in the span of 3 days after putting it off forever....its meeee....... tjis guy is neat and i like him alot.

[saintgroovy]

Late night mentorship dinner

[kikanawj]

It turns out huckleberries are a bit more complicated than I had initially researched them to be. I had read they do well in partial to full shade and took that as gospel. And, to the source's credit, the huckleberry plant did survive in partial to full shade. But, upon further research, I have found out that they don't really thrive there, and in fact need full sun in order to do any berry production.

The two images above are (left) the little plant in its original pot that I bought back in February. And then (right) in its spot in my raised bed in June. 4 months later. And it had grown all of maybe half an inch in total. Which is what prompted me to do further reading.

Oh! I also found out huckleberries are related to blueberries, and they share a love of more acidic soil.

So now I have transplanted it into a bucket with soil that has been amended to be more acidic. And it's actually two buckets, with the bottom one acting as a reservoir, so I can control the moisture in the soil better.

I'm gonna keep it in the shade for the next couple of days to help with any transplant shock. And then this baby is going into full sun!

(I might also get a small container blueberry plant and do the same set up for it. I am always looking for more berries to add to the garden.)

[snoopyliciousworld]

chapter 3

July 5th — 9:10 pm

“Sleep in my bed tonight.” The text kept chanting in his brain as Dennis slowly padded his way through Robby's room. He knew where it was — of course. His first night here, he'd slowly made his way through every inch of the house. He'd turn the knob and open the door with utmost delicacy — scared that he was intruding, scared of knowing Robby so personally, intimately, scared that if he moved with even a shred of confidence or pride, he'd personally offend the soul of the house and be kicked out. He knew he was being silly.

Talking to Robby everyday was a blessing. A blush crept its way up with each text, the casualness in Robby's words, god just the way he texted.

“Sleep in my bed tonight.” For a second, for just a mere second, Dennis allowed himself to blush, to feel special. His boss, the one he'd been pining for since the day they met, begging him to sleep in his bed. Well, more like politely asking. Then, almost comically, Dennis snapped out of it. Of course he'd ask him to sleep in his bed, he's supposed to house sit. Who in their right mind would let anyone sleep on the couch for three months while carrying out that huge of a favour?

Embarrassment and shame plunged Dennis awake, bringing him to reality. And so, here he was, awkwardly standing at the corner of Robby's bed.

When Dennis was exploring the house yesterday, he’d only stood by the doorframe, staring dazedly at the interior, too scared to take a step in. The room smelled like Robby, a perfect balance of woody and minty. Dennis had shut the door immediately, desperate to trap the scent in — god he felt like a creep.

Now, having breached through the imaginary restraint at the doorstep, Dennis loomed over Robby’s neatly made bed, bathing in the lingering scent of him. Dennis imagined all the memories Robby must’ve made in this room: crashing onto the bed after a particularly haunting shift, ghosting over the record player placed on the corner cabinet, playing vinyl after vinyl. He imagined Robby getting ready for his shift every morning, splayed out on the bed, sleeping peacefully, or with his shirt ridden up, boxers tugged down, a hand snaking downwards—

Nope. Absolutely not.

Dennis immediately turns around and makes his way to the couch, refusing to get in his boss’s bed while he’s soaking through his underwear at the thought of him. Dennis speed walks to the couch, plops down and stares at the wall in pure horror.

Just as he was about to spiral further, he feels a paw on his leg and hears a meow.

“Oh hi there angel, what do you want?” Dennis smiles and talks softly, scratching Ivy behind the ear as she purred contentedly. She continued to meow. Dennis glanced at her food bowl and found it empty. He sighed and got up. “Cmon hungry girl.”

Once Ivy was fed, Dennis returned to the couch, thoughts speeding by. What would Robby think if he knew Dennis was fantasising about him touching himself in his room? The room he so politely offered Dennis to sleep in? Shame clung to him like a second skin.

Dennis pushed the thoughts away, begrudgingly laying down and willing himself to sleep.

July 6th — 1:00 am

“She’s herniating!”

“No pulse! Start compressions!”

“No cardiac activity.”

“Stop compressions.”

“All advanced life support protocols have been carried out. Patient has flat lined. Time of death, 14:27.”

The deafening sound of the monitor flat lining rings out as Dennis jolts awake, panting. His sweat-soaked curls stick to his forehead. It took Dennis a minute to realise he was home, at Robby’s home, and not the ER. The little girls lifeless face flashed painfully through Dennis’s mind, making his heart pound louder than it already was.

Dennis willed away the sting in his eyes, reaching for his phone to check the time. 1:05 am. He threw the phone aside and sighed, trying to fall back asleep. After twisting and turning for ten minutes and making odd noises at Ivy, he grabbed his phone. Dennis’s finger hovered over Trinity’s contact but stopped, knowing she’d kill him if he woke her at this hour. He continued to scroll through his very short contact list, failing to find anyone to call. Dennis was about to turn his phone back off, but then remembering he could try calling Robby. The shameful memories from earlier flooded his mind but he was desperate to talk to someone, anyone. So, he took a deep breath and texted him.

Before Dennis could contemplate his actions, his phone started buzzing.

“Dr. Robby is FaceTiming you.”

Fuck. He wasn’t expecting for Robby to FaceTime him. Dennis made a failed attempt to tame his hair before picking up.

“Hey kid, what’s wrong? And god damnit Dennis why are you on the couch again?” Robby’s gruff voice spoke out. Robby looked…beautiful. To Dennis, atleast. His hair was a mess, tousled from lying in bed. A ratty t-shirt peeked into the frame, but his glasses were what Dennis was focused on the most. Those cursed glasses that always knocked his breath out for some godforsaken reason.

Dennis flushed in embarrassment at Robby’s question. God kill him now.

“Um well I was going to sleep on the bed but Ivy kinda distracted me and I ended up forgetting and slept on the couch out of habit.” Dennis lied unwillingly, because quite frankly, the truth would’ve either gotten him kicked out or fired. Robby sighed on the other line. “Alright kid, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” A simple question that seemed to trigger Dennis, along with Robby’s genuinely concerned voice. Dennis cleared him throat and tried to speak in a stable voice. “Um so. There was a bus accident, drunk driver. 9 people were wounded, one died on the scene and the other was a little girl. She herniated and died a bit after she was brought in. I just. I dunno. I can’t get it out of my head. She was so little and had her life taken away because of a stupid drunk driver who by some miracle survived. Shit. That sounded awful.” Dennis sniffled and let out a humourless laugh before continuing. “I wish I tried harder. I wish there was something I could’ve done. Yeah.”

Dennis was too deep in his distress to worry about the fact he was crying in front of Robby, tears slowly making way down his face as he spoke in a small voice. “Oh god kid, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Robby empathised, sitting up slowly in his bed.

“There’s always going to be loss, huge losses, and sometimes it’s easy to move past it. But alot of times, it sticks. I know it’s hard, you know I understand, but kid, I think it’s also a good thing. It shows compassion, it shows that every patient is important and that they’re remembered even after they’ve left the world. Your empathy makes you a phenomenal doctor Dennis. And I know I wasn’t there, but I promise I know that you did your best. There was truly nothing else you could’ve done. It’s unfair, I know. But unfortunately that’s how the world works.” A small, comforting smile painted Robby’s face. Every word that escaped his mouth sounded so genuine it made Dennis’s heart swell. Dennis felt his mind grow quieter with every word, his heart no longer pounding loudly.

“I…yeah. No, I guess you’re right. Thank you Robby.” Dennis wiped his tears and smiled at the camera, admiring the way Robby’s eyes shined through the phone. “Yeah, I usually am.” Robby replied in a smug tone, making them both laugh.

“Alright, now be good and go to my room. Stay on call, I need to make sure you’re listening.” Robby ordered in the tone he used in the ER when guiding and teaching. It makes Dennis’s heart kick into overdrive as he felt a familiar, dangerous warmth travel through his body. He chuckled and got up. “Yes sir.” Dennis rolled his eyes, making Robby chuckled.

Dennis braced himself and walked to Robby’s bed, getting comfy as Ivy followed and plopped down next to him. “Here. We’re both snug as bugs in a rug.” Dennis giggled as he flipped the camera to show him and Ivy properly tucked in. He turned his phone back towards himself to find Robby grinning. “Good. I still cannot believe Ivy is cuddling you. God, I wish I was there to witness this, I’m so embarrassingly sentimental about her.” Robby laughed, shifting around til he was laying comfortably as well. “I don’t think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s very sweet and admirable that you have a rescue, and you raised her well! She’s a menace at times but other than that she’s a polite little girl. I might have to keep her with me as keepsake when you come back.” Dennis grins as he teased Robby, his thumb softly running along the top of Ivy's head as she slept.

Robby’s eyes widened as he laughed hard. Dennis’s ego swelled as he realised he made Robby laugh like that. “Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try. That’s my precious girl, the beholder of all my will.” Dennis laughs loudly, head thrown back. Once their laughter faded, a comfortable silence made way as they started at one another through the screen.

“You know…”, Dennis broke the silence. “The ED is way better with you there. I mean…Dr. Al-Hashimi is great don’t get me wrong but, your teaching methods are just more…grounding, for me I’d say.” Dennis confesses meekly, the lack of sleep making him weirdly confident. “Well, you can always come home and ask me anything. I can teach you whatever you need me to.” Robby offers openly instead of taking a step back due to Dennis’s self-assumed clinginess. “Will do.” Dennis yawns through his sentence, making Robby chuckle.

“Think you can sleep now?” Robby’s inquires softly. Dennis nods lazily. “I think I can actually, thank you. I’m sorry if I was a bother-“

“Ah-ah.” Robby immediately cuts him off, using the same disapproving tone he used in the ED. “Like I said kid, never a bother. I’m glad I could be of help. Now, go to sleep kid, call me if you need anything, even if I’m asleep. Understood?” Robby cocks an eyebrow, the seriousness on his face softened by the glow from the lamp beside him. “Understood. Goodnight Robby.” Dennis gives him a lopsided smile.

“Goodnight Den.” The nickname rings through Dennis’s mind as he hangs up, his ears growing red. Dennis giggled to himself like a madman and switches the lights off, getting into bed and trying his best not to sniff at the pillows like a fucking creep as he finally dozes off peacefully with Ivy right next to him.

[mysecretfreaky]

Hucklerabbot puppy play + degradation...

Dennis, who gets all whiny and squirmy at humping Jack or Robby's thighs...Poor, stupid pup gets so riled up at the slightest bit of attention from his boyfriends. They know how desperate their boy can get, especially if the two of them don't have time to properly fuck him and stuff his needy pussy. That's when they place Dennis on one of their thighs and hold his hips and help him grind his T-dick against their muscular legs. Dennis is always such a good and obedient boy; it's only fair that he be treated as such by his owners.

Sometimes, though, the friction alone isn't enough for their good boy to get off on... sometimes they purposefully misguide his grinding and ruin his orgasm.

"Oh no...my poor, poor puppy-boy, did I just ruin your orgasm, baby...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! You know that Jack and I only wanna help you, honey. Here, let's try again."

Robby will kiss Dennis all over his face and start guiding his hips again, Dennis blindly trusts that his two boyfriends would never sadistically ruin his orgasm by messing with him, so the cycle continues. Dennis keeps grinding his aching pussy against Robby's thigh and whimpers at the attention his older boyfriends shower him with, all while trying to ignore how difficult it is to get off while Jack and Robby are constantly changing the pace.

BTW if you are my irl friend reading this...don't judge me. I promise I'm NORMAL!