Puppy den chewing on things he isnt supposed to bc he likes the feeling of Robby’s fingers in his mouth trying to get it out
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Puppy den chewing on things he isnt supposed to bc he likes the feeling of Robby’s fingers in his mouth trying to get it out

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People think alphas are the ones in charge in relationships, but how wrong they were.
No one expected the sweet, kind omega Dennis to get together with the alpha Robby. Most people thought the relationship wouldn't last, since Robby was exactly what you'd expect from an alpha: he only dated betas, and his relationships never lasted more than seven weeks.
But once he started dating Dennis, everything changed.
When people found out about their relationship, many considered the age difference and the power dynamics of their positions (in addition to their castes), but they were surprised to discover that the omega had the alpha wrapped around his little finger.
Whatever Dennis decided, Robby was on his side, and the few times Robby tried to change his mind, Dennis would simply give him that look, and Robby would support his decisions.
Aside from that, their relationship was stable and healthy; there was communication and trust between them (something Robby never thought he'd have).
dennis who's too ashamed of himself, too embarrassed to explore his kinks. so he plays vanilla for robby, and it's good— it's nice. it's missionary, slow and deep, robby's cock grinding so perfectly into his prostate, robby's big hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him in time with the metronome thrusts.
it's good, it is good. he can pretend like he's not a pervert, like he's the good, sweet, innocent guy robby thinks he is. at least someone considers him pure, even if his fantasies say otherwise. he huffs a moan, whimpers out robby, robby, m'gettin close.. right there, just like that, please...
dennis cums immediately, white-hot and gasping, tears burning at his eyes when robby chuckles against his skin, croons oh, baby, that's not what you really wanna call me, is it? shh, it's okay, I know... does that feel so good? yeahh, taking dad's cock soo well, kiddo. cum for daddy, sweetheart, cum on my cock.
Been thinking about —
Likes-to-flirt-with-everyone-for-fun Jack
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Needs-constant-reminder-that-he’s-wanted Robby
Jack flirts for fun and banter but when it comes to people flirting with Robby he becomes possessive and needs to make sure that Robby would be able to draw clear boundaries and know when to say no. Because he knows that Robby always puts himself second. Because Jack would do anything to have Robby feel he’s loved whenever he needs any reassurance.
Robby understands that Jack loves him deep down but has so much self-doubt that he repeatedly seeks proof of Jack actually choosing him. Because he knows he doesn’t make it easy for Jack when it comes to allowing himself be loved. And when he spirals he sees himself in such a way that he finds it hard to picture any part of him that is even lovable. He carried a quiet fear that Jack is going to leave him and that he’ll get tired of him, because everyone he believed that had loved him before has left him one way or another.
So Jack does what he knows best. He leaves love notes around the house and in his locker at the hospital for Robby to find. He searches for his eyes whenever they are in the same space to offer as much comfort through his gaze as he can. He keeps his hand on Robby as much as workplace allows to remind him of his presence. And when he fucks him he leaves marks on the softest parts of Robby’s body in shades of rose and red. He seals them down with enough pressure to preserve the evidence of that moment for Robby to come back to and trace his fingers upon if he ever doubts he’s deserving of his love. And he makes sure that Robby is looking at him, really looking and listening as he repeats his name again and again as he comes in him, for Robby to feel his love, around him, on him, inside of him. Hoping that one day he would finally see himself the way Jack sees him, and for him to love himself the way Jack has always loved him.
Robby, don't go where I can't follow.
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Dennis tries to have the “what are we” conversation with Michael, no strings attached, Robinavitch, and it goes as well as anyone in the Pitt expects it to
When he gets told very coldly, “nothing,” Dennis gives a serene smile and nods.
That's fine. If the older man wants three months of sleeping together to mean nothing, then it will mean nothing
An hour and a half later, Jack sends him a picture of Dennis naked in his bed with his middle finger to the camera, clearly happily fucked out.
Robby immediately tries to blow up Jack's phone, sending message after message, practically screaming at his best friend for touching the intern that he had called dips in
Jack had already thrown his phone to the floor and was on round four with Dennis
robby takes dennis apart with such finesse because experience and observation has taught him that dennis likes being… overwhelmed.
so robby presses dennis flushed on the bed, leaving his pretty tits and leaking cock to be rubbed raw against the soft sheets. and dennis is crying—he isn’t really a crier, always eager to watch and to see and to observe like robby would fizzle away if he ever dared to look away for too long—but robby knows how to push him into the brink of weeping ecstasy, until dennis’ mouth is babbling nonsense because he’s been fucked to the point of incoherence; his mind now a fragmented battlefield, splintering, full of nothing but his worship to robby.
(dennis’ reverence is a thing to boast about. loyal mutt that he is, he heels at the sound of robby’s voice, and the tension leaves him in waves like he’s always dreamt of falling into robby’s side. their pieces fit together so perfectly that anyone who would see them would wonder how did they manage to exist without the other.)
dennis feels smaller like this, with his body pinned down by robby’s bulk. he’s stronger than robby, they both know this, but he succumbs to the facade, allowing robby to drill and drill and drill into him until all that dennis can do is take it, his slicked hole opening up for robby’s girth, swallowing him down until it feels like robby’s carving up a permanent space inside of him.
robby croons; telling dennis how beautiful he is like this, all pliant and crying and putty beneath him. it makes dennis hiccup a desperate cry, robby’s name passing through kiss-bruised lips, and robby answers back with a possessive hum, his voice smothered by the press of his maw on dennis’ jugular.
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farm boy dennis
realistically, when country ppl get hurt they just fix that shit at the farm n keep going so everytime dennis does exactly that he stresses out the ppl around him.
the first time it happens he gets home from the farm and there’s a bunch of purple staining his trousers and trinity is so lost because bro you were at a farm??? how did u turn purple??? and he’s just like ‘oh no, just some purple spray, one of the cows just caught me’ and she has no idea what that means and just moves on except it keeps happening? he comes back with purple or blue sprayed on his arms hands and legs and she finally googles it and realises that purple spray is used on animal wounds and that dennis has been treating his own injuries with veterinary care and she yells at him about it; how animal products and human products don’t go through the same testing and how dirty the work is and how easily they could get infected and how he’s literally planning on going into rural medicine and should take this stuff seriously. however he just kinda ignores it (countryside mentality) so she snitches on him to their attendings.
it ends up with dennis being practically strip searched by abbot and robby as they take in all the various bruises and scrapes he’s aquired and treating them all properly, giving him tetanus shots and scolding him till he’s bright red. he promises not to do it again and then proceeds to do it again and naturally, trinity snitches again and the strip searches become a regular occurrence.
maybe the strip searches migrate from occurring at the hospital to happening at home. and with abbot and robby caressing his body so softly and taking care of him so well… who knows what could happen ;)
uuhhh dennis in a big ass thick collar meant for like.. great danes., with a handle on the back and nothing else
Dennis who was left out in the rain as a kid as punishment. Not even allowed in the barn as he'd just hunker down with the animals.
Time passed slowly then, until the icy drops of rain stung his skin, sharp and unforgiving.
Nowadays, he shivers in reflex when there's a lot of rain outside even when he's under shelter, warm and safe.
At first he was embarrassed at the way his body reacted out of his control. He'd throw on an extra hoodie or hug his arms around his body to try and stop the shivers that wracked through him.
But Robby and Jack didn't let that go on for long.
When they're at work, whichever one he's working with will grab a jacket or a sweater or something of their own they've taken to bringing to work even on sunny days just in case (usually Robby's green fleece). Dennis is bundled in it and held for as long as they can afford before the work must go on.
At home, Dennis has a special blanket, warm and blue and covered in stars. Jack says the stars are what makes it so cozy and warm since stars are balls of fire and Dennis calls him silly but he traces the shapes of them anyway.
With the blanket around him, he's wedged between his partners, safe and secure where the rain can't touch him.

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yes no maybe?
Service Dog AU part 8
Service dog hybrid Dennis who doesn't understand why he's not allowed to go in the exam room with Jack, because it only really smells like him in there and nobody else.
He's pacing around outside the door, and Robby's already gently told him to come away twice, each time steering him away towards a different job, but he keeps circling back because Jack is in there and he wants to see him.
There is something a little weird about the smell though. It's Jack, yeah, but it's...stronger? Than it usually is. And there's something layered on top of it, like it's doubled up but also had something slightly different about it. He can't work it out and it's maddening that he's not allowed in.
But then the door whooshes open and Dennis flinches back a little, and Jack is suddenly right there in the doorway, looking slightly surprised to see him there.
"Denny." His tail picks up wagging because he feels like he hasn't seen Jack in forever. "Just who I was looking for."
CARE - HUCKLERABBOT FF - FLUFF - 981 WRDS
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SOFT, FLUFF, RABBOT TAKING CARE OF DENNIS
The bedroom was quiet except for the steady hum of the air conditioner somewhere in the corner. A dark wooden headboard behind a body of pale gray sheets and twisted blankets, the bed looking comfortably occupied rather than made.
Dennis lay stretched across the mattress on his stomach with his face buried in a pillow. At some point the gray FFA hoodie he’d been wearing gathered halfway over his head, the fabric gathering awkwardly around his shoulders and neck while his arms remained inside the sleeves. The hoodie swallowed part of his blonde curls where it pressed against the pillow, leaving only the bridge of his sunburnt nose and a cheek visible.
It left his back exposed, the waistband of his blue plaid pajama shorts lay slightly lower. The fabric wrinkled from where he’d apparently collapsed onto the bed without much thought, less intentionally comfortable and more like he’d simply run out of energy halfway through getting settled.
cw nonsexual caregiver/little dynamics, all characters = adults
jack's gotten into the (bad) habit of making dennis a bottle before bed. he knows he shouldn't let him have it after he's already brushed his teeth, and especially because denny's favorite bottle is warm milk with a dollop of honey, but jack's will power has never been able to stand up against denny's soft, sleepy eyes staring up at him from his bed.
it all seems worth it though when denny's hands reach out the second he re-enters the bedroom and his mouth latches onto the bottle's nipple the moment jack ghosts it across his lips.
"my hungry boy," jack murmurs, smiling. he watches denny fondly as he removes his leg, how his greedy suckles begin to slow as the soothing weight of the milk settles in his belly. then he slides into bed beside his boy and tugs him into his chest. his fingers rub circles through denny's curls as both of their eyes drift closed and jack falls asleep to the steady sounds of his boy's gentle suckling.
While Robby is away on sabbatical, his coworkers all start texting him pictures of Dennis.
It takes him a minute to realize that's what's happening. Of course, they all send the Dennis pics along with texts and photos of other people. Sometimes Whitaker's in a group shot, or caught in the background of a selfie. It takes Robby a beat to realize that the pattern is Dennis-centric.
It only occurs to him that it's deliberate after a pic from Dana. At first, Dana sends weekly updates about the Pitt and an occasional word of support. Lets him know the Pitt's not on fire without him there to put it out. Then, after he's been gone a month, the first week of September, she sends a shot of Dennis at the backyard barbecue she hosts on Labor Day each year. Whitaker is wearing shorts, armed with a squirt gun, laughing, a passle of little kids crawling all over him. The accompanying text just says: missed u at the bbq this year boss. Casual, like Dana didn't just send him an image custom designed to hit him right smack in the Daddy issues.
Robby almost drops his phone.
Pretty soon, they're all doing it. Week five, McKay sends a question about some paperwork and a picture of herself, Dennis and Mateo in the park after work. Then, Dennis apparently does a week of Night Shift because Shen sends a selfie with Dennis, each holding enormous Dunkin iced coffees. Javadi sends him a group shot that so happens to have Dennis front and center of the Pittlings, captioned that they all miss him. Princess sends a candid pic of Dennis and Jack, heads together during change over. Dennis is gesturing to something on a chart and Jack is listening with a slight frown of concentration. They're standing with the same stance. They look like two of the same letters in a slightly different font. Robby is struck by how similar they are from that angle and he ignores they way his stomach clenches with suppressed desire for both of them. Mel King sends a shot of Dennis and Santos obviously doing a round of Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to do some sort of unpleasant procedure. Even Langdon, of all people, sends Robby a photo of Dennis leaning on the desk, arms crossed, caught for a split second between patients. The kid seems unaware of his picture being taken, probably looking up at the board. His shoulders and arms look absolutely magnificent. But that surely can't be the reason why Langdon sent it?
If it were only a few people sending them, he would consider it a coincidence, but by the six week mark, it's almost everyone who is aquatinted with the both of them. Robby can't miss the pattern. It's quite clear, all his people think Robby wants to know how Dennis is doing in his absence.
He does want to know.
Of course, he does, despite the fact that it makes him feel like the butt of a group joke. It's embarrassing actually. Realizing they all know he's infatuated with Dennis, Robby feels called out and transparent. Like everyone must think he's such a ridiculous, old perv to be pining over a young guy like that. Thinks they must be sending these texts to make fun of his pathetic "secret" crush that was apparently obvious to everyone in the ED (except maybe Dennis himself). He doesn't know how to respond to the pictures. Usually changes the subject and asks the sender how they're doing. Or sends a pic of the scenery from his road trip.
Naturally, Trinity Santos is the most egregious Dennis pic sender. Unlike the others, there is nothing about Santos's pictures that stays within the mentor/mentee bounds. Hers are far too personal to send the man's boss. She doesn't even bother to pair the pics with a question about emergency medicine. She sends a pic of Dennis singing karaoke in a bar, wearing a crop top and smeared black eyeliner. A week or so later, she sends a pic of Dennis at an outdoor concert, toasting the camera with a plastic cup of beer. The later summer sun has brought out the freckles across his nose. A week after that, it's a pic of Huckleberry hard at work out on what must be Amy's farm. He's wearing a faded blue T-shirt that perfectly matches his eyes, stained dark with sweat. Then, there's another shot of Dennis behind the wheel of the farm truck, wearing a battered, straw cowboy hat, grinning at something the photographer was saying or doing, that little gap in his teeth showing. A few days later, she sends one that shouldn't be as hot as it is, a scowling, grouchy Dennis, obviously hungover, hair a mess, unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his pretty mouth, cooking breakfast while wearing nothing but a pair of dark sunglasses and some baggy blue boxer shorts. He's flipping off the camera. It makes Robby's heart do something strange when he realizes that one was taken in his own kitchen. Because of Santos, he sees sides of Dennis that he never gets to at work.
There's nothing like that sent from Dennis himself, of course. Texts from him are a few carefully worded questions about the plants. Once, a question about working the dishwasher. Every week, he sends a picture of Robby's house plant collection, to show him they're all still alive and well. He sends occasional updates about Duke's post surgery recovery. It's all very Midwestern polite. Robby's replies are the same, professional and appropriate.
He suspects that poor, innocent Huckleberry has no clue his friends and co-workers are doing this to them. Robby wonders if Dennis would be embarrassed or angry about the photographic teasing if he knew. If he would be disgusted by Robby's inappropriate crush. It makes him cringe to think of Dennis finding out. Perhaps he should tell them to stop sending the pictures, but he doesn't. Can't quite address it directly because that would make it A Thing.
It should be noted that Jack Abbot is suspiciously quiet during this whole pictorial onslaught. Though he's well aware of Robby's crush. In fact, Jack was the only person Robby openly spoke of Dennis to. Abbot sends no pics. Just a brotherly word or two, checking in around sunset each day. He thinks of calling Jack to say something about what the others are doing, find out if it's a prank, but just rehearsing the conversation in his mind is so awkward that he doesn't dare do it.
After weeks of it, gradually, Robby starts to see how sweet all the messages really are. No one ever says "gotcha" or admits it's a gag. He begins to suspect it's not actually a joke, because people send him Dennis stories, too. They don't violate HIPAA by talking about the patients, but they all send little tales of Dennis's good deeds. His moments of kindness or brilliance. Robby comes to realize that it doesn't actually feel much like teasing, no one seems to be mocking either one of them. In fact, there's something endearing about the gesture.
To be known is to be loved, so people seeing his attraction to Dennis is maybe not such a bad thing after all? Perhaps this is their odd way of accepting and supporting him, inappropriate as it is to surveille his resident for him.
They keep coming. Dennis petting a golden retriever on a coffeeshop patio. A slightly embarrassed Dennis appearing in one of Javadi's tiktoks. Dennis asleep on the too short sofa in the break room, a curling mustache drawn on his upper lip in what Robby hopes is eyeliner and not magic marker. Even Duke sends one, a shot of the two of them, both giving a thumbs up to the camera.
By the end of the second month, Robby has dozens of pics of Dennis saved to his phone, sent from atleast ten people. At that point, it feels a lot like they're all trying to lure Robby back home with adorable pictures of his favorite person.
He starts to look forward to receiving them. Downloads each one that comes in. During lonely nights on the road, he looks through them all before sleep. The cowboy hat pic becomes his phone lock screen. Why not? There's no one out here to see it and tell on him. Or perhaps, because the "secret" is so obviously out now, he no longer feels ashamed of it, feels no need to keep hiding. There's still lingering guilt, because innocent Dennis has no idea.
But he does not turn the bike around and head home just yet. No, that comes after Jack finally sends his Dennis text.

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jack liked making dennis play fetch.
they would wake up in the afternoon on a shared day off, and jack would fumble with the collar waiting for him on the nightstand before his eyes were even properly open. dennis would hum and press him chin down against the leather when it was buckled, liking the way it felt.
jack would shower and brush his teeth and put on comfy clothes before going out to the couch on his crutches. dennis would trail after him, just sort of waiting to be told what to do.
after dropping his weary body on the couch, jack would gaze up at an eager dennis. “go fetch me some coffee, pup.”
his proverbial tail was wagging the whole time he started the machine. he brought the full mug out like an offering to a god. he waited for jack to try it, seeing if it was to his liking. jack made a satisfied noise and patted the spot next to him on the couch. dennis happily clambered on.
they watched tv for a little. it was a lazy day. much lazier for jack, who wouldn’t be getting up for hours. dennis’s stomach growled. he asked quietly, “breakfast?”
jack nodded and squeezed dennis around his shoulders. “why do you go fetch us some eggs?”
dennis dutifully did.
it went on like that. fetch me my laptop. fetch me my reading glasses. fetch me the pillow you like.
dennis blushed at the last one. he stammered out a clarification. “the one that i…”
jack looked over at him, petting his cheek. “i want you to bring it out in between your teeth if you can.”
Listen, listen, Dennis Whitaker's first pride parade is obviously with Trinity Santos. She drags his ass out onto the streets with her in (semi) matching t-shirts and jeans. Simple enough to ease him into the pride spirit. Trinity's says 'Girls ♥︎ my lesbian swag' and in the same font Dennis' reads 'I ♥︎ men who whimper'; Trinity bought them both and didn't show Dennis until the morning of the parade.
Tw: suggestive