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Robby is 100% that person who will see someone he knows in public and detour his entire day just to stand there and catch up with them. Dennis finds this out while the two are out grocery shopping.
Theyâre in the middle of an aisle trying to figure out a good meal to make for dinner, Dennis voicing his grievances about a brand of Alfredo that Robby had picked up from the shelf when all of a sudden they hear a confused âRobinavitch?â from a few feet away.
The two of them turned to the voice, Robby looking up and over his readers while Dennisâ observed the approaching man with his resting face of disgust. His eyebrow just raised as Robby replied âHoly shit, they just let anyone in here, donât they?â with a loud chuckle that made Dennis roll his eyes.
The two men just start talking, Dennis seemingly invisible and forgotten about. Five minutes passed of Dennis standing there awkwardly and rocking back and forth on his heels before he tapped on Robbyâs arm and gestured towards the open store before walking away, receiving nothing but an uncommitted hum from Robby.
Dennis circled around the store, texting Robby after ten minutes to tell him what aisle he was in now but receiving nothing response. He shuffled around for a few more minutes before giving up and walking back to the isle he left him in, annoyance filling his body at seeing Robby leaning leisurely against the cart, still chatting with his old friend.
He was about to walk up to Robby and pull him away hisself until the other man spotted Dennis.
âIâll have to let you go, seems like someoneâs ready to leave,â he joked, jutting his thumb at Dennis. He just rolled his eyes again and was nearly ready to open his mouth to argue back until the man started speaking again.
âYeah, man. I totally didnât even know that you had a kid! Itâs nice that heâs still tagging along the store with you.â
Dennis watched in real time as Robby went rigid. Dennis felt his mouth turn upwards into a devilish grin as he watched Robby stutter out his reply.
âOh, um. I guess I shouldâve introduced you,â Robby turned slightly towards Dennis, wincing at the expression on the younger manâs face. âDennis, this is my friend Eric from med school,â He paused. âEric, this is Dennis. My boyfriend.â
Dennis supposed waiting half an hour in the store was worth the reaction he just got. Ericâs face dropped and paled, his mouth hanging slightly open.
âOh, cool,â he said, his face not showing the same enthusiasm as his words. âThatâs⌠nice,â
Dennis relished in the awkward goodbyes the two men gave each other before Robby promptly booked it down the aisle nearly leaving Dennis behind. He caught up quick and wrapped his arm around Robbyâs tense bicep, walking in stride as the cart was pushed with efficiency.
âThat was fun, can we do that again?â
Robby just laughed and looked down at his boyfriend. âYouâre trouble, you know that?â
Jack calls Robby âbaby girlâ because when he was in the military he would write to his baby girl and his doll and it just stuck.
Except one night when Jack is having a horrendous shift and he just whatâs a kiss goodbye and to go curl up in their bed and sleep he claps Robby on the back in the middle of the nurses hub and says
âBaby girl I gotta go home, Iâm so damn beat. Iâll see you later.â And is then surrounded by groans because they all know that those two are married but damn do they have to be so cheesy.
thinking about mcvadi and âi accidentally called my teacher momâ
cassie had always said things before thinking them through. it had gotten better as sheâd grew older. motherhood, sobriety, medical school, all tempered her into someone with much more tact.
she couldnât think straight around victoria.
granted, cassie had been in a life defining dry spell. it had beenâŚyears at this point. that type of sexual deprivation had to come with side effects. that was what her thing with victoria was. a side effect.
there wasnât even really a thing with victoria. cassie would never let anything actually happen. but sometimes, cassie found herself making wildly inappropriate and suggestive comments to this sweet coworker literally half her age.
in a crowded trauma room, cassie couldnât just tell victoria she was behind her, no! cassie had to slip by unannounced. when victoria shifted her weight to unknowingly step back into cassie, she had to lay a hand on victoriaâs lower back as she brushed past her, whispering a low, âjust give me a second, sweetie.â
cassie literally had to do all that. she didnât have any control over herself.
she ruminated on it as she scarfed down her protein bar. what the fuck was that?
it was like every time she was within two feet of victoria, the universe populated cassieâs brain with exclusively dirty double meanings and lustful thoughts.
victoria was in the captain morganâs pose and there were some trauma shears cassie just absolutely needed to grab at that very moment. before the group could start the maneuver, cassie patted victoriaâs calf and said, âlet me get in between your legs for a second.â
the tool was retrieved. cassieâs dignity was lost when the room seemed to uniformly buffer at the exchange.
it kept going. even innocuous things like you need my help, hun? or what got you all wet? were laced with a tone, and usually accompanied by a touch, that didnât quite feel work appropriate.
cassie felt so guilty about it, but it all slipped out anyway. something a touch patronizing, but too intense, too caring, to come off as anything besides overly-involved. cassie would even call it maternal if the thought didnât make her heart drop.
victoria never even gave a particularly big response to it. maybe some wide eyes or a stuttered redirection back to whatever matter was at hand. the ambiguous responses left cassie in a constant state of hope and self loathing.
one day, victoria fucked up. maybe it was the way she was arguing with her parents, maybe it was that her love life was a joke, but she made a stupid, absentminded mistake.
cassie was her resident that day. she cornered victoria in an empty patient bay, stepped in her space, crossed her arms and declared, âiâm not mad, iâm just disappointed.â
victoriaâs eyes burned. her voice wobbled as she automatically, âiâm sorry, mom.â her body locked up in embarrassment. âoh my god. no.â
âitâs fine, itâs fine.â cassie went to grab victoriaâs, but the girl squirmed away and practically ran back to the crowded hub.
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(In which Dennis starts collecting clips of Robby's voice to use as audio porn)
'Hey good job kiddo - that was incredible.'
Dennis didn't MEAN to record it.
He was making a voice memo to himself, because he kept losing his grocery lists when he wrote them on paper. And it just so happened to that he'd just finished a trauma case and done his first solo trache, which was amazing.
And apparently Doctor Robby thought so too, because he grabbed his shoulders in passing while Dennis was debating if he actually needed fabric softener this month, and said...that.
Which sort of accidently got recorded. And saved.
He didn't really mean to listen to it back. But...not many people had ever told him he was doing a good job. Especially not at something he cared about as much as medicine. So it meant a lot.
And it didn't hurt that Robby sounded kind of breathless and gravelly from helping with compressions and calling out stats for the long, long time they'd worked on the patient together.
He kept playing it to himself, just when he was tired or had a bad day.
When he was in bed, last thing at night.
OK so that part was pretty fucked up.
(nsfw below)
But it just...made him feel so good, hearing Robby practically panting into his ear while he frantically jerked off - collapsing against the mattress in a sweaty mess and hearing 'Hey good job kiddo - that was incredible.'
Sure, he should probably erase the clip and...stop.
Or...he could just...record a few more.
Just for...morale reasons.
Robby yelling 'Fuck!' so loud it made Dennis jump even though he'd seen it coming and quickly hit record.
Come here, Whitaker - you're with me.
Nice work today Kid.
See, that's why you're my favourite.
Good catch, Dennis.
And finally - the one he listened to so often that he could swear he starts to hear it in his sleep - Robby getting a little sarcastic with him when it took him a little too long to notice he was calling him.
Yep, come on over here....good boy, now pay attention.
He didn't mean to basically Pavlov himself into getting a little hard every time his boss compliments him, but there wasn't really a way to undo that now. Other than stop which...he doesn't think he can. He's started to...need it. To get off. He tries a few times, without the little clips on his phone and he just gets frustrated and can't quite finish.
So the day he can't find his phone at work is...a little concerning.
After tearing around for an hour hunting for it between cases and working up a cold sweat, Dennis heads to the breakroom to catch his breath. He's even used Trinity's phone to call his but the goddamn thing is on silent and there's no sound of it vibrating anywhere.
He pushed open the door and his stomach clenches tight because of course Robby is the only person in there, sitting at the table, glasses on and scrolling his phone.
No...not Robby's phone.
"This yours?" Robby holds it up. "I guessed from the pictures. There's no passcode on it...might want to change that."
"Yeah...I will. I absolutely, will," Dennis stammers.
"Good...rounds in ten."
He got away with it. Dennis promises himself that he's going to erase all the recordings and stop whatever this thing is.
But when he gets home and checks the folder where he keeps them, innocently named 'Work Notes' he finds that instead of seven files...there are eight.
Is he gonna listen to it in the break room? Absolutely not. He has no idea what's in the message but it's not for public consumption. As far as Dennis knows, it's Robby telling him he's fired. Though why he'd do that in a voice message in THAT folder is beyond him.
Dennis rushes to the bathroom, shuts himself in a cubicle and puts the speaker on his phone against his ear.
So....I'm not sure why you have all these saved but...I'm guessing it's because you like hearing that you're doing a good job, hmm?
The words 'good job' settle into his belly all warm and weighty and Dennis tries to ignore how they make him feel even now that Robby knows how much of a freak he's been.
Which you are, Dennis...you're always impressing me. Honestly I'm...proud of you. Really proud.
He can hear Robby breathing, too loud with the phone against his ear.
He doesn't mean to close his eyes, but he does, the better to listen to each shallow breath. Robby was proud of him?
His dick twitched and Dennis' face went hot. Not now. Here. Damn it. He pressed a hand down on himself.
For the record, I like having you here, under me...I'd have you any day of the week. Because you are so...good...
A shiver runs down his spine and he can feel himself getting hard, helplessly, at the low voice in his ear.
Such a good doctor...and so eager and...obedient...
Dennis can't hold back a whine as he squeezes himself through his scrubs.
Does that make you feel good, Dennis? Robby's voice murmurs in his ear, husky and slightly strained in a way that Dennis can't quite pinpoint but which makes his whole body tighten.
He nods. To no one.
I'd like if it did. In fact, what I'd really like...is if I could make you feel so good, that you wanted to touch yourself...right here at work.
Dennis's eyes fly open and he looks up but no one is watching him over the cubicle walls. It just felt for a second as if someone was...as if Robby was looking down on him, unblinking, seeing everything.
Would you do that for me? Hmm? It'd make me very proud...if you made yourself come, right now...for me. You want to make me proud, right?
He nodded again, more desperately.
Touch yourself.
His hand was in his scrubs, in his underwear without him pausing to think. A little dry but he squeezed his eyes shut and imagine it was Robby touching him, taking any chance he could, lube be damned.
See, I know you'll do it - because you're my good by, aren't you kiddo?
Dennis pressed his lips together and tried to contain and whine. His hand was moving fast, in tight, punishing jerks. He was so desperate. Felt so gross and needy and turned on and dumb - sitting in the bathroom jerking off and trying to stay quiet, while Robby - Robby's voice, just his voice - purred in his ear.
Do you like it when I call you that? Kiddo. Kid...boy...
The three words made his heart skip.
I wonder if you'd like to call me something...I mean, I am so very proud of you...maybe that kinda makes me like your dad...which fits, because...you're daddy's favourite boy.
Oh God he was disgusting, he was awful...he was completing incapable of stopping. It felt too good. The best. Dennis whimpered and bucked his hips up helplessly, pathetically, fucking his hand, imagining that he was sitting on Robby's lap and not a cold toilet lid, legs held open on his thighs.
And you wanna be daddy's favourite, don't you Dennis? Want to make me so, so proud of you - want to show me exactly how good and obedient you are.
Dennis sobbed softly, nodded again, he was so close. So fucking close.
I want you...to come in your underwear - and leave them in my locker. So I can see you followed my instructions perfectly, like I know you can.
Oh shit. Oh Jesus...Dennis stuffed himself back into his underwear just in time to soak them in his come, shaking and shuddering as his body clenched tight. Leaving him embarrassingly breathless and flushed, his scrubs slipping down to his ankles. He tipped his head back and it hit the wall with a dull thump.
Fuck. Oh Fuck...
And if you do that for me - I'll have to find a way, to reward you. My combination is 7561. I hope you don't let me down.
Dennis's legs were still shaking and his face was on fire as he rushed to the locker room and opened Robby's locker, stuffing his wadded up underwear inside and closing the door before anyone could see.
His heart was thundering. What the fuck had he done? What was he going to do?
He caught Robby's eye as he crossed the hub and immediately felt dizzy.
"You OK, Kid?" Robby asked, peering over his glasses.
"..yeah," Dennis squeaked, so very aware that Dana was also looking his way. "Just...need some water."
"Here." He held out his own water bottle and Dennis almost tripped over his own feet going over to take it. As Robby let go his eyes found his and didn't let go until he'd finished drinking and handed the bottle back.
"You want any more?" Robby asked.
His chest felt tight, body simmering with heat. "Maybe...later."
"Later works," Robby said softly. "Back to work now - there's a good boy."
thinking about alpha parker bitching beta trinityâŚ.
(these brainworms are brought to you via @puppyjavadi)
trinity was a beta. she had a light, citrusy scent, little to no true nesting instincts, and a regular-degular vagina that didnât produce copious amounts of slick.
parker treated her like an omega.
a betaâs weak nose couldnât possibly pick up on all the alpha pheromones that were imbued in the hoodies parker gave her. it was purely for others to smell the claim on her. same with the aggressive scentings. it didnât make her head fuzzy the way it would an omegaâs, but the intent behind it was the same. ownership. complete and total ownership.
âtell me youâre mine,â parker told trinity. parkerâs thumb rubbed at trinityâs clit while she continued her even, steady pace fucking in and out of her. âsay it.â
âyours!â trinity easily acquiesced. ââm yours.â she could barely slur it out. it was like the thoughts were being fucked out of her head. her insides felt syrupy and hot, like nothing sheâd ever felt before.
trinity usually got wet for parker. how could she not? this time, however, she was dripping onto the comforter as soon as she was touched. the noises as their bodies met each other were thick and obscene.
parker groaned, overwhelmed with how trinityâs scent was throwing itself in waves across the room. the citrus warmed into a tingly caramel smell. parker just wanted to get her mouth on every part of her pretty little beta.
âgetting so slick for me, baby.â
trinity wanted to say she didnât get slick. she got wet! but she couldnât talk coherently in between the whines and moans.
through the haze, trinityâs mind wanted one thing.
knot me, knot me, knot me.
she mustâve mumbled it, because parker chuckled and cooed in her ear, âyou want my knot, honey?â
trinity nodded. âplease, alpha,â she begged.
and parker couldnât think clearly, feeling the hot, wet rush between trinityâs thighs, smelling a type of arousal that had never emanated from trinity before. her hindbrain knew before her conscious mind did. parker thoughtlessly murmured, âi know, omega. i know.â
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I LOVE YOUR DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE FICS AAAA. Also you got an audible laugh from me with the Dennis isnât allowed to use a knife but he CAN use a scalpel bit. Thank you for feeding us
you're so welcome and if you like it i'm officially posting a longer series on ao3 because of course i am whatever no one gets me i can't be perceived and dont want to be okay bye
we as a fandom deeply underutilize the fact that there is a fucking shower in the pitt. a big fucking shower! where multiple people can fit! like we could have canon compliant on-company-time shower fics. everyone get more insane about decontamination showers rnâŚ
also uhhhh tw dubcon and slight kidnapping vibes perhaps
dennis deeply appreciated environmental services, especially when it was a hazmat job. they worked incredibly hard and he would insist it was completely his fault. the chemical was left partially open on the edge of a cart, but really, dennis shouldâve been paying attention. apparently the cleaner was caustic, only to be used with rubber gloves for the most deadly of pathogens. it was usually heavily diluted. and it was now all over dennisâs front.
robby, of course, walked over the moment dennis gasped loudly. âwhat happened?â he checked the safety label of whatever was currently on dennisâs skin. âshit, OPA. whitaker, you gotta strip and rinse your skin for a couple minutes or you could get chemical burns.â
dennis froze. âitâs fine. iâll just wipe off in the bathroom and shower as soon as i get home.â
âdonât be a martyr, kid.â robby grabbed onto dennisâs shoulder and pushed him to the shower right off the ambulance bay. âyour body is a temple and all that.â
dennis pulled his clothes away from his body, already feeling a bit itchy from the irritant. he let robby walk him into the tiled room. robby turned on the shower and immediately pushed dennis, clothes and all, into the stream. he made a strangled gasping noise at the cold. âfuck, robby!â it was practically a squeal.
dennis stood there, getting pelted with water, having just accepted his fate of chattering teeth and wet socks.
âclothes off, whitaker,â robby ordered from the doorway. he crossed his arms, staring his intern down.
dennis eyed the open door that faced outside. âcan youâŚgo?â he shouted his request of the water hitting the ceramic.
robby crooked his head to the side. âare you really going to scrub the whole fifteen minutes if i leave?â and likeâŚdennis wasnât, but that didnât mean everyone just got to watch him shower now! dennis tried to argue that point, but robby cut him off. âah-ah! i canât have my most productive intern out because his skin is sloughing off.â robby pointed a finger up and down dennisâs body. âstrip. all of it.â
âcan you at least shut the door?â dennis wiped the water stuck to his eyelashes. âand donât look!â
âfine, buddy. but you gotta get out of those wet scrubs before you do damage.â a smirk overtook robbyâs face when he turned to close the only exit and vantage point into this room.
there was no sexy way to take off wet clothes. robby pretended to avert his eyes while dennis struggled with taking off his scrub top and undershirt in one fell swoop. god, the kid was clumsy and cute and a little fucking helpless. literally anyone else wouldâve told robby to fuck all the way off, but here dennis was, just showering in front of his much older boss because robby insisted.
dennis almost tripped as he took off of his socks, nearly tripping again with his pants and boxers.
âyou need a hand?â robby asked, his own clothes and skin feeling a little damp from the humidity, even if he was avoiding the stream.
dennis glared at him. âno. i donât.â
robby raised his eyebrows, non verbally telling dennis he needed to fix his attitude. he blatantly looked up and down at dennisâs naked body. âscrub,â he ordered.
dennis resisted for just a moment, before bringing his hands to his collarbones and shoulders following the instruction. robby didnât pretend to not watch anymore, instead making sure dennis touched every inch of himself.
after dennis was made to lean over to get the backs of his knees, he hesitantly asked, âhas it been 15 minutes yet?â
robby looked down at his watch and realized he hadnt even looked at the time when theyâd started. whatever, that felt like a thorough rinsing. âyeah, youâre good.â
dennis gratefully turned off the water, thinking it would make him feel warmer. it didnât. he also felt weirder about being naked with the shower off. he cupped his hands over his genitals. âi need a towel. and clothes.â dennis glanced at the pile of what used to be his outfit. âfuck, my shoes! i need shoes.â
robby nodded like it hadnât occurred to him. âi can scrounge some stuffup.â he paused, with the door open, to joke, âdonât go anywhere, iâll just be one second.â it was long enough for dennis to feel the breeze, certainly long enough for someone to walk by and see. robby reveled in the humiliated yelp dennis let out.
dennis stood there, naked and shivering, just waiting for robby, absolutely at his mercy.
robby took his time as he gathered everything, content with the fact dennis couldnât go anywhere without his help.
robby tugs dennis to his neck, crooning in delight when he begins to lap at his skin. "c'mon, puppy," robby says. "go bite for me. be a good boy for daddy."
he knows that he will be teased for this; that jack will see his new bruises and howl in laughter because you keeping a mutt, mikey? and it is exactly because robby knows that will happen that he keeps egging dennis on, using dennis' fixation to hook jack inâtrying to see how much of dennis does robby need to dangle in front of jack until he breaks.
robby's always known that jack likes dennis, after all. that jack likes seeing what dennis does to robby. that he'd been jealous but the jealousy has now turned tepid, churning it into desire. so how much more could jack take? how much teasing and marks and bruises does robby need to show off until jack comes crawling to him, asking for a taste of dennis? of the two them?
Jack keeps accidentally ruining Robby's relationships. And it's not like he means to! They're just never prepared for how present Jack is in Robby's life.
It isn't his fault that he arrives at Robby's after work only to find Katie- the current girlfriend of the seven week period- making pancakes and it isn't his fault that the first thing out of Jackâs mouth is "But thereâs no lemon in the house." He's tired and his leg is killing him and there is no lemon in the house. Jack knows the contents of Robby's fridge better than his own at this point.
"Lemon?" Katie asks, looking confused and glancing between them. Jack supposes that maybe she didn't know that he came over after work if Robby had the day off.
"Yeah, lemon. Robby likes his pancakes with butter and lemon juice like an insane person." Jack points out. Surely she should know this by now. It's week five.
"I like it without, too!" Robby tries to insist, but Jack already is pulling up a delivery app so one can be obtained.
"No, you don't." It's a statement because he doesn't.
He's seen Robby turn down pancakes more than once if a restaurant doesn't have lemons. Jackâs seen him ask for some for his pancakes at hotel buffets and not even nice hotel buffets. The lovely people of the Holiday Inn Express in Dallas are still probably perplexed by the man who brought his own lemon juice on vacation, but Jack likes to be prepared and does not like listening to Robby whine while eating rubbery scrambled eggs two hours before Jack is set to give a presentation.
"Robby ate them with syrup last week." Katie insists and Jack actually laughs.
"She's got jokes!" Jack says, not realizing yet that he's stepped in it because he's tired and his leg hurts and he's not even sure why she's here- Robby never schedules his girlfriends to be here during Jack's mornings. Those are supposed to be dedicated bro-times.
He pays extra for an expedited delivery and tucks his phone back in his pocket, satisfied now that it's on it's way. When he looks up, he finds that Katie is looking dejected by the stove and Robby is glaring at him. The penny drops.
"You ate syrup?" Jack asks, much in the same way one would say 'you ate battery acid?'
"I eat syrup." Robby tries to save it, but it's utterly unconvincing. "The pancakes were really good, I swear." Somehow, that manages to sound even less convincing, which Jack has to marvel at.
He needs to prioritize a tactical exit.
"I'm gonna shower. My crutches still by your bed?" Katie's eyes are wide, her mouth open in shock, and Robby's turning a horrible puce color. A tactical exit is out the window, all that's left is a rapid, inglorious retreat. "I'll find them myself. 10 minutes until lemon."
By the time Jack's out of the shower, Katie is gone and next to the bowl of pancake batter is a single perfect lemon. Robby's huffy, but Jack knows that once he cooks the pancakes, slathers them in butter and a drizzle of juice with a delicate dusting of powdered sugar and fresh zest on top, Robby will have forgiven him. It really isn't Jack's fault, not at all when you think about it. She shouldn't have interrupted bro-time.
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thinking about robby who has been vanilla for literally half a century vs gen z dennis who grew up watching gang bangs and jerking off to twitter femboys in cat ears
if robby needs a visual aid at all, robby watches raunchy scenes from movies to get off. he has a couple downloaded on his laptop, but will occasionally find one online. sometimes whatever is on hbo will catch his fancy (because he still surfs fucking channels instead of streaming).
all and all, itâs pretty standard stuff. a lot of it isnât even actual sex or nudity. the freakiest thing he revisits is the salma hayek foot scene in from dusk till dawn. (he doesnât even have a thing for feet butâŚcome on.)
dennis, on the other hand, watches X-rated material with esoteric kinks nearly every time he gets off by himself.
the cnc step-dad, electrostim, dumbification video dennis accidentally left open in his tabs should never have been robbyâs introduction to it all.
thinking about robby who has been vanilla for literally half a century vs gen z dennis who grew up watching gang bangs and jerking off to twitter femboys in cat ears
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