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I feel like Dennis throws himself completely into the idea of Robby as his alpha, but Robby would be hesitant. :3

Word count: 529 Words

Tw: ABO, hurt and comfort :3

Robby had always dreaded having students shadow during his shifts. Most of them never stayed after seeing how understaffed and clustered it is. But he knew he had to try; plus, the three of them seemed competent enough. Two betas and one omega, what could go wrong?

Robby was just trying his best to be nice, he knew he had a short fuse the last few days. And subconsciously maybe he was paying more attention to Dennis, the soft almost timid smell of the omega was calming compared to everything else overwhelming him.

His hand moved on its own when he grabbed the boy's neck, or shoulder. A subtle show of dominance, and possessiveness even when he was praising the boy for good diagnoses.

But he reasoned with himself, he wasn't flirting, just making sure the boy knew he was safe. And maybe he found some pride in the blush on his mousey face. It's just because Dennis seemed like he needed the extra reassurance that he was doing well.

Dennis had been on cloud nine the whole day, after Robby had been scenting him, forgetting about all his issues for a little while. He felt wanted, and just hours into the shift his brain already decided that was his alpha. That Robby is courting him, and Dennis has to show he is the right choice.

Dennis is rubbing against Robby the rest of the shift when he sees the man stressed. And it does work,  Dana seeing it giving him a stern look, Princess and Perlah gossiped about how Robby looks at the boy. And when the shooting happens, Dennis finds Robby immediately.

And when Dennis sees him crying, he breaks down too. Tears spilling from his eyes as he tries to soothe the alpha. Robby allows it for a moment but eventually feels guilty for having the boy comforting him, and pushes him away, leaving Dennis confused.

Robby had already felt like a failure after having to kick out Frank, his previous favorite. He could handle the mousy omega seeking him for comfort, not when he feels so broken.

But ever the persistent man, Dennis grabs Robby's hand, stopping him from leaving the room. The look at each other for a minute, Robby had half the mind to tell the boy off for touching him.

"Please don't go..." Dennis said softly, and the poor old man couldn't deny him, not when he needed it badly. They stayed curled up into the corner of the room, Dennis on his lap, and Robby just closed his eyes feeling his head balanced for the first time in a while.

That's how Jack found them, and he covered them with a blanket, turning off the lights and locking the door behind him, letting them rest. When Robby woke up he was confused and saw a sticky note on Dennis's head.

'Next time you need to nap with an intern, warn me. But he is cute, I'll keep this a secret if you're serious about him.'

'P.S. if your not I'll take the boy.'

                     - Jack

Robby chuffs out a laugh, and texts Jack immediately. 

Dennis blooms in Robby's den while he's away on his sabbatical. When Robby is back, the entire den smells like Dennis and yours, scent so thick that the Alpha goes dizzy.

"Should have called me right away, kitten."

Robby hauls the boy on his shoulder, takes him on his bedroom, and does exacly what he's asking for.

Hucklerabbot omegaverse drabble

TW: medical horror, pseudo-sex-pollen (sex pollen with no actual sex iykwim)

Inspired by this post by @swanbornbyleda that I've been enamored with since they shared it <3

Thank you @obsidian-echoes and @puppydogwhitaker for the beta (kissing you guys on the lips)

Drivers honked their horns and pedestrians yelled as Robby dodged in between vehicles on his motorcycle. He could see the top of the PTMC; the sight causing him to twist the throttle further, his bike responding with a roar as he sped towards the hospital. The only thing going faster than his bike were the thoughts in his head.

Protect.

Pack in trouble.

Danger.

Vulnerable.

Sometimes if Dennis is really lucky Robby will come home early and play with him while he still fuzzy brained. Laying dennis down gently as jack runs a hand through curls. Dennis usually comes first on these days, leaving robby aching and hard. Meaning the sleepy pup gets laid down on the bed. Owners touching each other lazily until they both cum.

Pup regressor Dennis Whitaker 🐾🦴

•Loves those scooby doo graham cracker snacks (Robby will usually give them to him as a treat)

•His favorite thing to do is to play tug-of-war with Abbot until he gets tired

•Doesn't really understand fetch yet so when robby or abbot throws him a ball he usually doesn't bring it back

•LOVES laying next to his owners

•Loves bacon

•Sees his cage as a safe place and loves to go in it except for at night, he prefers sleeping with rabbot

•When he regresses he usually becomes less verbal and more whiney and will usually bring rabbot one of his toys to single he wants to play

Pity?

Dennis didn’t pity his boyfriend. And no one was about to talk like that about his boyfriend. Not even the boyfriend himself.

when he lays dennis out and hefts his legs to the side, the view is glorious. a plump and swollen clit, fat pussy lips and a clenching little hole leaking buckets of slick all over the bedspread. he can't help the way he'll pinch at dennis's clit to make him squeal, or how he'll dig his fingers and tongue into the pussy itself, stretching it out all nice for his cock to spear his boy with. and that was just the standard touching.

dennis's pussy wasn't just robby's when they had sex, oh no, it was robby's all the time, and therefore robby always had business with it. he'd come up behind a scantily clad dennis and suddenly grab his cunt, slotting his hand over the whole thing and squeezing. the heat and instant wetness that would coat his palm felt fucking amazing.

when they had dinner, robby would eat with one hand and keep the pussy resting in his other, enjoying the way it made dennis squirm against him. when they sat on the sofa, he'd shamelessly stuff his hand down dennis's panties and draw patterns in his juices and toy with the curly pubes that christened his boy's cunt.

it was fun for robby- even when he wasn't fucking dennis so hard that the bed shook and the young man screamed and squirted, his pussy was just so delightful to interact with. warm and wet and cushy, always happy to part for some intruding fingers wanting to play with it. for his part, whenever dennis saw robby's hand approaching his waistband or crotch, he just lets it happen.

it feels really good, and it's not like robby would stop if dennis got bored of it anyway. he makes sure his legs are open and that he keeps his cunt in good shape (robby adores his bush, but tells him that it's nicer to photograph a fat cunt whose hairs are all the same length) ready for his boyfriend.

"huckleberry! all these guys are utter bears, dude! I didn't know you only liked your men old, fat and hairy! though to be honest, if their dick sizes are anything like their belly sizes, you're being fucked good, dude!"

dennis buries his face in his hands after swatting at her to try and keep her gleeful exclamations quiet. yes, he likes the biggest bears of the lot, so what? unbeknownst to him, a certain big, hairy attending had been listening at the door.

when robby heard trinity practically yell out that dennis liked large, older guys, his heart swooped in his chest. hes certainly older and bigger than dennis, and he's mighty hairy too. by the sounds, he might have a genuine chance with the man of his dreams..

i'm thinking pure crack levels of miscommunication here- maybe with jack and robby having an apartment close to the hospital for the strings of back to back shifts that leave you dog tired, as well as a super nice house further out in the suburbs, so out of sheer luck jack and robby never manage to take dennis home to the same place when it's just two of them, so he assumes they're living separately but spend a lot of time at each other's places. and sure, they both are openly okay with this arrangement between the three of them, and the sex is mind blowing in pairs and all together, but dennis never sees jack and robby be intimate with each other, only him.

he does not pick up on the crazy sex they have with each other constantly because dennis, lovingly, is an idiot, and when he's around his daddies are more focused on spoiling him than each other.

it's driving dennis crazy because he can see how much jack and robby care about each other but he's convinced they're not together and that it's his job to rectify this. his attempts to set up dates or get them to talk about their feelings for each other mostly go over jack and robby's heads, because why would it occur to them that dennis is trying to set them up with their husband? they start getting more worried that dennis is insecure of where he fits and minimizing himself in their relationship and sit him down to talk it out.

cue the funniest intervention ever to clear this up, and the most fluffy sex ever to follow. add in a healthy dash of overstimulation as they make dennis cum so many times he's in tears because our baby boy has been trying so hard to take care of his daddies that he really needs a reminder who's supposed to be taking care of him- there's gotta be a little punishment in there for how much dennis worked himself up over all of this without just saying anything to either of them. plus a healthy sprinkling of condescension about how silly their baby boy was for not noticing that his daddies were married and really, it's not den's place to be thinking about such adult things if he clearly can't see what's right in front of him? they might as well give him so many orgasms that he feels as stupid and cockdrunk as he was acting with his hijinks. very "look at our puppy trying to make us proud, doesn't the silly baby know he doesn't need to try anything for that?" energy.

- :)

i think this is so FUNNY and YUMMY

Robby isn't used to this—his Omega crying out in pain from relentless cramping and all he can do is provide a warm weight to snuggle into. Denny has said he's tried everything on the market to mitigate his pain but everyone keeps saying the same thing, you just have to deal with it.

Of course he thinks that's utter bullshit and his sweet boy shouldn't be subjected to such divine punishment that can't be resolved by modern medicine. It feels like he's failing as a doctor, as a mate. But as soon as he starts to wallow in his own self doubt, Dennis’ keens are quick to change his scent to a more subdued worry.

Jack is used to this. His wife has a similar problem, so he grew to know all the tiny improvements in how he could make the struggles easier on her body. Peppermint extract, ginger tea, massaging her calves.

Robby feels a slight jealousy towards his husband when he demonstrates such a valuable upper hand, but is quickly discarded when their effects on Dennis only aid him.

Dennis at Work vs Dennis at home are two very different people. There's a different level of trust for each one.

It was a natural progression. One of those things where Dennis wasn't entirely sure how they got to the point that they were at, but now they just were. He doesn't remember necessarily agreeing, but he does remember feeling better after every new rule and requirement was set into place. No guessing if he was doing something he shouldn't, no issues on if he was fucking up or not; his rules appeared and they told him where he fell.

"What's got you so upset today?" Jack asked him after the third mumbling huff he'd received from Dennis. "Did something happen?"

"I'm tired," Dennis whined. "Trinity kept me up late with a Scream movie marathon and then I couldn't sleep."

"When did you go to bed?"

"Um." Dennis's face scrunched up. "I think around 3? 4?"

Robby shook his head. "Yeah, no wonder our boy's so cranky."

That night he gets tucked into bed, in a shirt that isn't his, kisses on his forehead, whines and protests ignored, and promises of being in soon, "Just close your eyes, baby, you'll feel better in the morning, yeah?"

And even though it's a sharp 10pm, Dennis is out within minutes. He barely notices when Jack and Robby do file into bed, waking only to seek out on of their arms to hold him, and falling back into a deep slumber.

He's cheerful, chipper, better the next day. He sees the look Jack and Robby exchange in regards to his mood but chooses to ignore it. Just like how he chooses to ignore when he gets tucked into bed early again the next night, and the next, and every night after.

Then came the whole stove incident. Not that there really was an incident as much as an accident. Dennis didn't mean to get so close to the still hot stovetop but something fell over and it was second nature to try and grab it and now he's sporting an angry red mark across his hand, biting his lip and trying not to get too upset about it.

But it hurts and he can feel that slight bubble of embarrassment and fear rushing up in his chest.

Not that it matters because Jack grabbed his hand and ushered him to the sink, running cold water over it while Robby fixed whatever mess is behind them. He let out one wary sigh and Jack was murmuring, "You're okay. I know it hurts, kiddo, but it's okay. We've got some burn pads and cream, we'll get it nice and patched up, don't worry. Dad's got you."

He's not allowed to use the stove after that. Robby nudges him out of the way and Jack makes him stand all the way back behind the island in the kitchen, pouting on a barstool until his food is ready. Knives came after that because "You're just a little clumsy, baby. Little boys don't need to use sharp things like that. Let daddy handle it."

As if Dennis wasn't holding sharp objects in the ED on the regular.

Things keep growing. Building. Dennis accidentally stays up too late on his phone, watching videos Trinity was sending him, and now he's getting his phone taken away every night an hour before bed. He tripped over his own laces at work and now Robby is the one who ties them every single morning. Jack catches him jumping one too many times at a scary movie and suddenly they're only watching PG-13 at best. Someone evil and rude and insane showed Robby and Jack Life360 and Dennis gets his ass turned cherry red for driving too fast, gets corner time for not leaving the bar like he said he was, and getting texts of "Charge your phone, Den" when he's sitting at 43%.

And Jack and Robby are so.... daddy with it.

"I understand that, but you're not going. If you want to argue, I'll be home in about 20 minutes and we can have this conversation with the hairbrush. Why don't you go find a corner and wait for me there?" and he's busting his ass to find a spot because Jack sounds way too calm for the threat of the hairbrush.

"We can discuss this as many times as you want sweetheart. You're not changing my mind." and Robby's nodding with every point Dennis makes about how unfair something is, how he really wants to go get drunk without one of them nearby, but Robby's not budging. It's not safe, it's not happening, end of story.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to try that again, little boy?" whenever Dennis gets a little too mouthy and Jack grabs his jaw, arching a brow, tone dangerously low. Dennis squeaks out an apology and gets a kiss on his forehead and a warning swat when he moves away.

Robby's heavy sigh when Dennis does break a rule, when he doesn't eat all 3 meals like he's supposed to, taking an already sniffling Dennis over his knee and pulling down his pants and underwear to his ankles. "I'm just disappointed, baby. You know exactly how your daddy and I feel about that."

Sometimes it bewilders him. He doesn't remember when half of these rules got set into place. He barely remembers if he argued on them or not. He does remember the punishments he gets if he breaks them, and that's enough to obey them.

Dennis doesn't care because all he can focus on is not having to worry about so much. Robby picks his clothes out so Dennis doesn't have to think twice about it. Jack makes sure his student loan payments are complete on time every month, no questions asked and nothing said about it either. They keep his favorite snacks and safe foods on hand always, and the food at his apartment with Trinity never runs out. Jack replaces his shoes when the tread is starting to give out. Robby sees one tear in his scrubs and he has a box from Figs sitting on the kitchen table with his name on it the next day.

So yeah, maybe he's not the same competent, well trained, trusted physician at home like he is at work. Maybe he goes from being given complex procedures to not being allowed to cut up his own dinner. But it's all done from a place of safety, a place of love, a choice that they make daily to prove Dennis is worth taking care of. because they want to do it.

It makes the screen limit with a passcode he doesn't know popping up on his TikTok mindless scroll session a little more bearable. Ish. But what's truly unbearable is Jack using the paddle when he stays up too late on nights he's sleeping in the apartment and Robby making him go to sleep without a twenty minute cuddle session in his old man rocking chair. So he'll put up his phone and roll over to go to sleep on time tonight.

It’s just that the two older men look so fucking good tonight that Dennis’ boner hasn’t flagged since they bought him a drink earlier in the night.

He knows it’s wrong to lust after a man and so what does his screwed up body go and do? Lust after the two most respectable men in his life.

Just short of dropping to his knees on the frankly sickening dive bar floor, Dennis is trying his best to keep Jack and Robby out of his mind and not touch his aching cock while reciting prayer.

“Our Father who art in heaven,”

It’s just that those thoughtful eyes and experienced arms and skilled hands are taking over every thought—

Fucking focus Dennis.

“Hallowed be thy name.”

Oh god the heat that runs through Dennis’ body when Jack barks his name through the Pitt,

“Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth”

And when Robby lays his hands on Dennis it really is fucking heaven.

“Dennis, is that you in there?” The deep raspy voice he doesn’t even strain to place as Jack’s echoes through the stall.

Fucking fuck. He couldn’t even make it to the verse about temptation.

“Who are you talking to sweet thing? Robby and I have been looking for you.” Because of course they have.

Dennis steels himself after a quick mumbled ‘lord give me strength’ and unlocks the stall door.

“Was just talking to myself.” He tries to subtly adjust his hard on without Jack seeing, fails miserably.

Abbot’s got a slick little grin on his face; he’s got their sweet boy right where they want him.

“Dennis baby, you know there’s nothing to feel guilty about, right? It’s okay to give into your desires sometimes.” Jacks front is touching his back now, the older man whispering in his ear.

“Hallowed be thy heaven—uh-hallowed be thy name”

Fuckkkk.

The door sounds and in comes Robby who easily assesses the situation, “Denny baby, relax, just let us make you feel good.”

He’s pushing up to the side of the sink Jack isn’t occupying, effectively boxing Dennis in.

Hands are roaming and his head is spinning. Dennis keeps repeating the same line of the prayer until his mind finally goes blank in response to Jack’s knee pushing apart his legs.

And with that Dennis crumbles, he becomes a dead weight and accepts that he’s gone; tonight he’s strayed towards temptation.

“Attaboy, that’s it baby.” The older duo are immediately rewarding his sinful choice, and God, it feels so fucking good.