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robby has started wearing rings whenever he's not clad in scrubs. dennis lies in the center of his full-size bed, fingers twisting mindlessly in the sheets, thinking about when robby had mentioned to him a few weeks ago that he wanted to add a touch of charm to his style. his awkward phrasing and slightly pink cheeks had dennis smiling fondly, heart warming overwhelmingly in his chest.
the rings are nothing fancy or expensive, just good old silver and black bands with obscure designs, some of them expanding just a bit too far outward, giving the edges an uneven look.
it's totally fine; a mundane change, even. dennis just didn't expect for it to make him such a peeping tom. he literally can't keep his eyes from wandering to the mouth-watering length and width of his boyfriend's deft, capable hands, ones that have reached into the bodies of many and restored life. the sight of robby's fingers wrapped in intriguing decorations that do absolutely nothing to curb his desire to suck.
dennis wants to dress up for him, maybe slip on some bright panties that compliment his pale skin well, which he knows robby loves. he wants to ask robby to slide those godforsaken rings on, put him over his knee, and give him a nice, big, backhanded slap across the ass.
god, robby would make him beg for it too, hovering his bejeweled hand over the part of dennis' lower back that he knows will makes him tense and arch. he'd probably finger the waistband of dennis' underwear and let the cool, metal bands get him shivering and leaking until the gusset covering the puffy mound of his cunt starts to darken. yeah, he can hear it now, robby telling him to just let it out, baby, y'know i'm good for it. daddy never leaves you wanting, does he? always give you what you want, but i need to you to hear you ask for it, you hear?
fuck, dennis didn't even realize when his hand had slipped into his briefs, the fabric warm and sticky with his wet. he gasps sharply, whining quietly as his fingers find his t-dick with a desperation that he can't bother to feel embarrassed by, roughly circling the swollen bud, eyes squeezing shut when he realizes he's already close. his soft, open hole pulses repeatedly, a foggy image of him and robby appearing through the stars behind his lids. oh, fuck, he can see himself writhing on robby's knee, two rough smacks landing on both of his ass cheeks before his thighs are pulled open and a final impact is delivered to his clothed, aching cunt.
dennis comes just as vision robby's hand connects, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, taking his erotic daydream right with them. his entire body shakes, back arching off the mattress, toes curling into the sheets as he rubs himself into the edge of overstimulation.
dennis' chest heaves as he tries to control his breathing, slumping back into the pillows with a huff. his cunt tingles, still clenching against the phantom pleasure-pain of being struck. a lazy grin pulls at the corner of his lips as he giggles out into the air, only a little hysterical.
yeah, he's definitely willing to beg if it means he gets to have another orgasm that intense. after all, if dennis has to dress up pretty, why shouldn't robby?
robby has started wearing rings whenever he's not clad in scrubs. dennis lies in the center of his full-size bed, fingers twisting mindlessly in the sheets, thinking about when robby had mentioned to him a few weeks ago that he wanted to add a touch of charm to his style. his awkward phrasing and slightly pink cheeks had dennis smiling fondly, heart warming overwhelmingly in his chest.
the rings are nothing fancy or expensive, just good old silver and black bands with obscure designs, some of them expanding just a bit too far outward, giving the edges an uneven look.
it's totally fine; a mundane change, even. dennis just didn't expect for it to make him such a peeping tom. he literally can't keep his eyes from wandering to the mouth-watering length and width of his boyfriend's deft, capable hands, ones that have reached into the bodies of many and restored life. the sight of robby's fingers wrapped in intriguing decorations that do absolutely nothing to curb his desire to suck.
dennis wants to dress up for him, maybe slip on some bright panties that compliment his pale skin well, which he knows robby loves. he wants to ask robby to slide those godforsaken rings on, put him over his knee, and give him a nice, big, backhanded slap across the ass.
god, robby would make him beg for it too, hovering his bejeweled hand over the part of dennis' lower back that he knows will makes him tense and arch. he'd probably finger the waistband of dennis' underwear and let the cool, metal bands get him shivering and leaking until the gusset covering the puffy mound of his cunt starts to darken. yeah, he can hear it now, robby telling him to just let it out, baby, y'know i'm good for it. daddy never leaves you wanting, does he? always give you what you want, but i need to you to hear you ask for it, you hear?
fuck, dennis didn't even realize when his hand had slipped into his briefs, the fabric warm and sticky with his wet. he gasps sharply, whining quietly as his fingers find his t-dick with a desperation that he can't bother to feel embarrassed by, roughly circling the swollen bud, eyes squeezing shut when he realizes he's already close. his soft, open hole pulses repeatedly, a foggy image of him and robby appearing through the stars behind his lids. oh, fuck, he can see himself writhing on robby's knee, two rough smacks landing on both of his ass cheeks before his thighs are pulled open and a final impact is delivered to his clothed, aching cunt.
dennis comes just as vision robby's hand connects, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, taking his erotic daydream right with them. his entire body shakes, back arching off the mattress, toes curling into the sheets as he rubs himself into the edge of overstimulation.
dennis' chest heaves as he tries to control his breathing, slumping back into the pillows with a huff. his cunt tingles, still clenching against the phantom pleasure-pain of being struck. a lazy grin pulls at the corner of his lips as he giggles out into the air, only a little hysterical.
yeah, he's definitely willing to beg if it means he gets to have another orgasm that intense. after all, if dennis has to dress up pretty, why shouldn't robby?
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robby's such a perv he could probably bring himself to the brink of orgasm solely by lying in between dennis' spread legs, watching his cunt clench around nothing while he whines and squirms and rubs at his little cock. dennis' cunt is just begging for robby to keep his gaze fixed and come a little closer, tease his slick hole with his tip until he has no choice but to slide in and provide them both with respite.
reading all this hucklerobby puppy play and getting so jealous of robby i want to smack him silly. where's my subby twunk pup with a constant need for praise :[
dennis is only a little confused the first time he sees jack pulling on a pair of leather boots before one of their scenes.
he's heard of leather doms before, of course, but he never expected jack to be into something like that.
as jack guides dennis to his knees, he decides to voice his curiousity.
"daddy, can i ask s'methin'?"
he's already started to drift into subspace, his mind growing hazy and floaty, tongue feeling heavier in his mouth.
jack smiles at the sight of his boy, combing his fingers through dennis' soft curls. he cups the back of his head, using the grip to help dennis' lean against his jean clad thigh.
"what is it, baby?"
dennis whines at the pet name, nuzzling even further into jack's leg. the rough denim scratches perfectly against his rosy cheek as he slowly peers up at jack through unfocused eyes.
"why are you wearin' boots?"
jack chuckles, his hand moving to rest on dennis' face. he runs a calloused thumb over dennis' bottom lip, tongue flicking out to wet his own.
"well, pup," jack croons, voice dropping to that gruff register that knows makes dennis' cunt throb. "these old things clearly haven't been that well-loved over the years, yeah?"
dennis looks down, taking in the faded, dull quality of the leather. he nods his agreement eagerly.
"exactly, and they need to be shined. that can't happen without my puppy's helpful, wet cunt."
it takes a second, but then the words hit him all at once, traveling from his ears to his stomach, all the way down to the slick hole between his legs. he whimpers brokenly, his little dick twitching where it peeks out from his puffy folds.
"you're going to suck my cock and grind against my boot while you're at it, okay?" jack's hand moves to the fly of his jeans, toying with the zipper. dennis' eyes zero in on the movement.
"you get daddy's boots real shiny and i promise, it'll be worth your while."
by the time jack is done with him, the boots are shined enough to reflect any light you point at them. his reward consists of jack bending him over the arm of the couch and pounding him from behind, filling his cunt to the brim.
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I can’t wait to see more of your trans Dennis Whittaker x Robby work like your writing Is so fire and it’s genuinely so healing
this makes me feel so warm and gooey inside, thank you anon!!! 🥰 i'm so glad to hear that my work resonates with you guys, even if it is quite... limited. i've been dealing with a lil bit of executive dysfunction lately, but i promise i have ideas i want to share once i'm out of this funk!
thinking about robby fingering dennis and coaxing him to squirt, but dennis can't because he's too shy.
he writhes around on the bed, knees trying to close around robby's hand, shaky hands coming up to cover his pretty, flushed cheeks.
"mmfhh— daddy, i- i don't think i can. feels good b—but i know 's gonna make a mess, i can't..”
robby bites back a mean little laugh, his dick so hard it threatens to tear through the fabric of his sweatpants. he sweetens his boy up with soft praise in his ear, kisses and love bites on his sensitive neck, all the while he's whispering, “yes you can, baby, daddy knows it. yeeeahh, see, there you go, that cunt listens so well. 's dripping around my fingers, it wants to come so bad. don't you wanna be a good boy for daddy, let him taste that load?"
turns out a few deep thrusts, some sweet talk, and a thumb on his clit is enough to get dennis coming like a starting pistol shot off. his back arches off the mattress, fingers white-knuckling the sheets, his cunt squelching as it squeezes repeatedly around robby's fingers. he squirts so far the stain reaches the foot of the bed. an open-mouthed grin paints his lips as he pants out into the humid air, glancing over at robby sheepishly.
as quickly as it appeared, the smile is gone, replaced with a mock scowl as he gauges the look of pure victory on his boyfriend's face.
what a fucking pervert, dennis thinks, giving robby a halfhearted smack on his bare chest before sinking back into the pillows, basking in the rest of his post-orgasm glow.
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- the smash cuts throughout the episodes are so good. it makes the atmosphere disorienting and jarring in a way that gets you stuck feeling this hair-raising anxiety all the way to the end. very few pieces of media have given me that feeling.
- the direction of this show is brilliant. nearly every scene is shot as if the character onscreen is being followed and again, it really adds to the unnerving vibe here. when they showed J retrieving the stolen watch from nicki's jewelry box, i was like, "wait, is she... watching him steal from her?"
- the dynamics between smurf and all four of her sons... Waow. from a surface level, it's emotional enmeshment at best and an "extended oedipus complex" at worst, but it's so much more than that, especially with deran. he doesn't have the same subconscious... "attraction" towards smurf that his brothers do, but he's especially pathetic in that he soaks up every ounce of love he can get from smurf because he knows the second he comes out? it'll never be the same.
- pope cody is such a fucking weirdo. (/affectionate) the way he carries himself physically, his affinity for staring in a way that inevitably invokes anxiety, the slur of his words when he's trying not to lose his shit, the neutralizing effect he has on smurf... i could go on and on!!! the scene in s1e4 where pope gets the stripper alone, we see her go from sexually excited to completely unnerved and vulnerable around pope in the snap of a finger. are we kidding!!! shawn hatosy should've gotten some kind of award for playing this character.
- j is such a well written character and in many way, the most ballsy of them all. from the second we saw him next to an overdosed julia on that couch with the most hollowed out, resigned expression on his face... i knew i was intrigued. he's done many things that smurf's sons would never have even considered but admitting that he basically worked with the cops to her face? i have a feeling he'll be the last one standing when all is said and done.
honorable mentions:
- my absolute faves are j, pope, and deran! they have that special flavor of emotionally tortured that immediately commands my attention.
- i'm eagerly awaiting an explanation for baz/julia's backstory because they can't just drop the "baz could be j's dad" bomb and then walk away...
- i think craig's actor has a worse accent slip than gerran howell 😭 immediately had to google if he was english
overall, this is the weirdest fucking show i've ever seen and i love it.
