he/him jewish, 19, auDHD, tourette's i do sometimes post 18+ content. i would say "minors dni" but i know you're probably going to anyway so this is your warning.
- bisexual but also somewhere on the ace spectrum, drag queen, ftm transgender but also my gender is fuck you
- autism, adhd, tourette's, part time cane user, and a bunch of other wacky genetic shit
- i am the silliest fucker you will ever meet and it IS a competition
fandoms:
house md, falsettos, supernatural, doctor who, good omens, wwdits, ofmd, umbrella academy, mcr, brooklyn 99, community, himym, muppets, fraggle rock, sesame street, the magicians, BASEketball, south park, invader zim, smiling friends, adventure time, psych, scrubs, the pitt, probably more that i can't think of rn
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Or- Robby is a possessive little brat, and Dennis teaches him a lesson.
Minors dni, smut below
They’ve been making out for what feels like an eternity. Dennis sits on top of Robby, both completely naked. Robby isn’t even sure when they lost their clothes— somewhere between the kitchen and their bed, he supposes.
Their cocks are pressed together, a cock sleeve stretched around them as they rock their hips, matching moans and the sound of slick movements aided by lube and precum fill the space, dirty and broken.
It’s hot. The room reeks of sex, and Robby feels like he’s burning from the inside out while sweat drips down Dennis’s temple (which Robby so graciously licks up) and both can’t seem to get enough of it.
The older man shudders at a particularly poignant thrust before he starts whining.
“Den, please!” He babbles, “please can I— oh!— I want to be in you.”
“What? Is this not enough for you?” The blonde punctuates with a huff, and follows it with, “you really think you deserve it?”
Robby thinks back for a moment (he isn’t sure how he manages that considering his head is clouded by the sight of his lovely boyfriend straddling his waist and moving his hips so, so deliciously) to their day, sifting through the memories of where he could’ve possibly have gone wrong. He’s coming up empty. Until— oh. Right. Jesse.
In Robby’s defense —there isn’t one— Jesse kept looking at Dennis in a way that could only be described as flirty. He’d seen the nurse’s hand a little too close to Dennis’s lower back (his ass) when he tried to move around him, and though he gave Dennis that good-natured smile, Robby could it see the underlying meanings. Unfortunately, It hadn’t been a one-off instance either.
Jesse had been on pretty much every case Dennis worked. Every time Robby did a headcount and found his boyfriend’s light-colored curls, there was a tousled grey-haired man just behind him. Call Robby a jealous man (he is) but there was absolutely no reason for the nurse to be touching his boyfriend. Robby considered getting ‘property of Michael Robinavitch’ tattooed on Dennis’s neck where everyone can see it, but figured it might be too much.
Instead, the man walked up to his lover at the end of their shared shift, grabbed Dennis’s chin to turn him away from his computer, and kissed him full on the mouth at the hub.
Now, ordinarily, this wouldn’t be such a big deal. Except, up until that moment, their relationship had been a complete secret, and Robby’s jealous ass had to just go and blow their cover.
“My bad.” He says breathlessly into Dennis’s mouth. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Bullshit, Robinavitch.” He smirks, “you forget that I know you.”
It’s true. Robby doesn’t know how the kid has procured such knowledge, and learned all the small details that make Robby, Robby, but it is equal parts frustrating and endearing when he pulls out a random card and reads him better than a tarot deck.
His hips roll when Robby doesn’t answer in time.
“I’m sorry!”
“Yeah?” Dennis cocks a brow, “for what?”
“Acting like a jealous asshole.” Dennis grips the pocket pussy, making the space even tighter, almost suffocating. “And- and outing our relationship. I’m sorry— Jesus! Would you quit doing that before I blow my load!”
The corner of Dennis’s mouth quirks up at the admission. “The mighty Michael Robinavitch, brought to his knees by envy.” He picked up the pace again as an embarrassing whine came from Robby’s throat. “One of the big seven sins, you know?”
He knows. He’ll pray to his god —Dennis— for forgiveness for the remainder of his time on earth if it means that Dennis will let him bury himself inside of his lover’s hole.
“ ‘m sorry, Den. Please, please! I’m sorry!” But his pleas go unheard, Dennis ignores them with a cruel smile and an even crueler stilling of his hips.
“What makes you think you deserve to fuck me?”
“I don’t.” He replies wetly, “I don’t deserve to fuck you.”
“Wow, probably the most honest you’ve been all day!” Dennis’s unoccupied fingers go to the side of Robby’s face, thumb gently stroking the skin of his cheek and the facial hair that adorns it. “You don’t deserve to fuck me, do you, you old pervert?”
Robby shakes his head in denial, hating the way his stomach flips when he’s called a pervert; hating how his cock twitches as Dennis speaks the word so teasingly.
“Oh, you like that?” He asks, grinning meanly. “You like to be called a perv? I bet all of our coworkers probably see you as one, now that you’ve gone ahead and kissed me in front of them.”
“Oh, god!” He sniffles, lump forming in his throat, because somehow, it’s making him more hard. “Den—!”
“Big boss man, fucking the intern. They probably think you’re a disgusting old man, that you’re the one who groomed me into this relationship,” Robby sobs, the degradation makes him throb against Dennis. “Little do they know it was the other way around. That I’m the one who seduced you. It’s not your fault you’re so fucking weak, baby. You fell for me almost immediately, didn’t you?”
He nods as he hides his face against Dennis’s sweat-slicked chest, embarrassment amplifying the arousal.
“I did.” He rubs his nose against his boyfriend’s sternum. “I was weak. I gave in. I’m sorry.”
Truth be told, Robby isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for this time. He figures that if he does it enough, Dennis will resume pleasuring both Robby and himself. He just needs him to move. It hurts.
Brown eyes widen when Dennis unexpectedly backs off of his lap. Dick exiting the sex toy that had been wrapped around them both. Robby’s breaths come out ragged. The knot in his stomach, tightens for a moment, then settles, and he almost growls in frustration.
Fucking Dennis is never easy. He likes to tease, to degrade, to whisper filthy words that will make a whore blush. He likes to take Robby apart and put him back together, he takes his sweet ol’ time playing games. Which is why when he does allow Robby entry into his ass, it’s equal parts nirvana and hell.
“Den—?”
“Hush.” He squishes Robby’s cheeks and pecks him on his puckered lips as he takes the cock sleeve off of Robby. “You want to fuck me so badly, Old man?”
He nods so violently that he thinks he’s given himself whiplash. “Then trade places with me.”
With impressive strength that surprises them both, Robby flips Dennis over onto his back, and sits on his haunches waiting for instructions. The way that Dennis’s blue eyes are almost swallowed completely by his dilated pupils is so beautiful. He looks like a fucking vision.
Pale, freckled skin (save for his farmers tan) bare against the midnight blue sheets. The definition of his thigh muscles and toned stomach and biceps have Robby feeling so inadequate that his head swirls. But the one thing that Robby has that Dennis doesn’t, is a massive cock. It’s not bragging if it’s the truth.
“Get the lube.” He does. “Finger me open. Get me nice and wet, you wouldn’t want hurt me, would you?”
He doesn’t. (Yes, he does.)
“I’d never hurt you, promise. I’ll make you feel so good, Denny.” He slicks up his fingers and sinks one into Dennis, who he inhales sharply at the intrusion. Robby starts a slow back and forth motion, not aiming to pleasure his boy, but just to stretch him out enough, get him to loosen up. A few second later, with Dennis’s permission, of course, he adds another finger. Then another, until finally, three fingers are pumping in and out of Dennis’s ass, curling to reach the spot that makes his jaw go slack and his hips buck.
Dennis’s pink cock is leaking all over his stomach while Robby’s is desecrating the sheets below him just from watching the way his fingers dive in with zero tension, the noisiness of the action mixed with Dennis’s moans is like music to his ears. A siren’s song that he would willingly steer his ship into rocks for.
Dennis comes with a shout, feet planted on the mattress and hands going to the one between his legs to push it in and out, forcing Robby to act as a toy rather than a living, breathing human being. (Though, to be fair, Robby isn’t breathing in that moment, too star struck by the beauty in front of him.)
Once Dennis deems himself fit, he looks at Robby, satisfied smile playing on his lips as Robby shifts from his knees being almost as stiff as his cock.
“You can come in me.” Robby lights up like Dennis has given him the keys to heaven’s gate. “But…” oh, no “you can only put the tip in.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He hums, the pads of his fingers drawing shapes into Robby’s hair-covered tummy. “Just the tip. If you go any further than we stop.”
Just the tip. He sucks in a breath, I can do that. I can be good.
“Oh, can you?”
“Did I say that out loud?” His boy nods as Robby huffs. “Just the tip?”
“Just the tip.” Dennis confirms.
Robby dips his fingers into the spurts of semen on Dennis’s skin, paints him with the white, sticky substance, then licks it off, letting the salty taste intoxicate him. Dennis lets out a long, breathy ‘fuck!’ As he does.
With his fingers still in his mouth, he uses his other hand to open the lube and drip it right onto his dick which is pressed against Dennis’s hole, begging to be surrounded by wet warmth.
When he does enter, Robby has to stop himself immediately. The pressure of the outer ring constricting against his cockhead has his actual head spinning.
He backs out slowly, then inches forward with a whimper. He repeats the pattern again, then again. And Robby is fighting for his life.
He needs to come; aches for it. His abdomen contracts and his heartbeat hammers in both his chest and his balls as he forces himself to not go beyond the tip. It’s not enough. It’s too much. He can’t think. He can’t speak, he can’t breathe. He needs, needs, needs to come. But he won’t without Dennis’s permission.
“Oh, Honey.” Dennis laughs as he speaks sweet nothings into the air. Robby hears him loud and clear, but he’s too busy trying to find relief to actually comprehend anything that doesn’t involve Dennis’s asshole clenching aground his hard cock. “You’re doing so good, listening to me. Doing so well.”
The praise affects him just as much as the degrading. “So pretty like this. So good.”
Robby’s thighs are shaking from the effort, whining and crying like a baby as Dennis’s thumbs rub away tears that fall from his eyes in earnest.
“Need— fu- fuck! Den! Need!” He’s mildly surprised that he manages to string together actual words.
“Aww, you need? How cute.” He flashes Robby that smile he adores so much. “You know what I need?”
Robby’s screaming internally, thinking that Dennis is finally going to allow him to fuck him properly. He gets overexcited, only to be let down. “What I needed, was for you to not make me look like a fool in front of our peers. I needed you to behave.”
“‘M sorry. ‘M sorry. I’m sor-sorry!”
“You didn’t behave.” Dennis points out as Robby rocks shallowly into him, “which is why you aren’t allowed to fuck me the way you want. So you either come like this, or not at all. Your choice, old man.”
His chest feels like it might cave if he speaks, so he opts to nod and whimper in agreement.
“Come on, Michael,” Dennis coos, “you can do it. You can be a good boy for me. I know you can.”
Robby’s hips snap forward unprecedented. He doesn’t mean to, really. But the second Dennis calls him a ‘good boy’ he looses it. And he figures since he’s already broken the rules, he might as well go all in despite the consequences.
He pins Dennis down, hand loose around the younger man’s neck, not choking him, but letting the threat linger while he pounds relentlessly into the man’s hole. The curses coming from Dennis’s mouth, rude, and admonishing, have Robby drilling into him harder.
Dennis’s cock is hard again, and Robby refrains from teasing him about it, because he’s too busy chasing his pleasure.
Heat licks up his spine, and draws out moan after moan while Dennis bitches at him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
“No you aren’t.” Correct.
He repeats the words like they’re the only ones in existence. Robby tucks his face into the crook of Dennis’s neck when he comes. He’s shaking, unsteady and ashamed, and crying. Oh. How pathetic.
He holds onto Dennis like a lifeline, as though he’s the only thing that’s keeping him afloat in the sea of hazy post-sex thoughts.
“Jack and Trinity are going to be insufferable.” Dennis murmurs, kissing the side of Robby’s head. He lets out a grunt of agreement.
“Gloria’s going to fucking kill me.” Robby mumbles against Dennis’s collar bone, feeling the vibrations of his small chuckle.
Robby knew that Dennis was attractive, he had just the right amount of muscles, he dressed well for his body (thanks to Trinity), he had a beautiful smile, he was genuinely caring towards others, his laugh lit up a room, he was patient, he was kind, he was funny. So, yes, Robby understood Dennis was attractive, the number of nights he spent thinking about him just proved the point really.
But he was used to pushing those feelings down, hiding them behind a professional smile so nobody would know what he truly thought. He could deal with keeping his attraction a secret just fine.
What Robby couldn’t deal with was everybody else also thinking Dennis was attractive.
It was Dana’s 60th birthday and all the nurses had got together and planned a surprise for her. They’d rented out a floor in a bar, which played live music and offered two for one cocktails. It was a good turn out but Robby wasn’t exactly surprised, everybody adored Dana and would make sure they could come even it was just for one drink.
The private floor was nice, they only needed to venture out to order drinks. Robby was too old to be dealing with the hustle of a bar, he could just nurse his beer and talk to friends without having to deal with the general public. He did enough of that at work.
However, his younger colleagues were beginning to migrate downstairs where they could dance near the live band. He smiled as he watched Dennis get pulled through the crowd by Trinity and begin reluctantly dancing.
Unbeknownst to Dennis, Robby’s attention wasn’t the only he’d captured. Men all around him had turned to watch him dance, giggling loudly as Mel twirled him around. Trinity grabbed him and whispered in his ear, pointing up at the balcony where Robby leant. Quickly, Dennis glanced up and gave Robby a huge smile with a wave. Robby awkwardly saluted him back before turning to Jack who came to stand beside him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jack teased, already knowing exactly who Robby would have been watching.
“Plenty.” He said, swigging the last of his beer. “Where’s the birthday girl?”
“Downstairs.” He said, pointing to where Dana stood out against the crowd with her tiara and bright pink birthday sash. “Emma convinced her to do shots.”
“Christ.” He snorted. “Rather her than me.”
Robby noticed that further down the bar, Dennis leant with one of his braver admirers talking to him. No doubt offering to buy him a drink.
“You’re empty, brother.” Jack hinted, taking the bottle out of Robby’s hand.
Not needing to be told twice, Robby headed downstairs and not so subtly set himself up next to Dennis. He was far enough away that it could be considered a coincidence if Dennis ignored him in favour of the flirty man but close enough to step in if he was uncomfortable.
“Robby!” Dennis shouted as a fruity cocktail appeared in front of him.
“Hey, you having fun?” He asked.
“Tons! You here for a dance?” He swayed his hips a little which resulting in them briefly brushing against Robby’s own. He felt hot from just that simple touch.
“I don’t dance kid.” He shook his head.
“What? Everybody dances!”
“I’ve got no rhythm.” He shrugged, nearly jumping when he suddenly felt Dennis’s hands on his hips.
“I could help.” He winked, forcing Robby to move his hips in time with Dennis’s.
“Is your dad going to leave you alone at any point?” A voice behind Dennis asked, Robby had almost forgotten he existed.
He knew he should be offended but he had to laugh, the guy had a point. Who wanted their creepy, older boss hanging around when they were trying to pull? Robby was ready to bow out and take Dennis’s hands off him when he clocked the pure anger on Dennis’s face before he whipped around to face the other man.
“Excuse me?” Dennis shouted. “What did you just say?”
“Leave the old guy alone and let’s go dance.” He suggested, clearly not spotting Dennis’s anger.
“That old guy saves lives on a daily basis and deserves some respect, what the fuck do you do?” Robby never felt like a damsel in distress before but he was selfishly enjoying Dennis defend his honour.
“Come on, I just bought you a drink. Don’t I deserve a little something?” He smiled in what Robby assumed he thought was a charming way.
“How dare you!” Dennis shoved the drink towards him, a lot of then contents spilling on the bar.
“Seriously? You’re picking Daddy over me?” He scoffed as he gestured towards Robby, again he couldn’t really argue. Of the two of them, he was much more attractive and age appropriate. Dennis stepped back so he was pressed against Robby’s chest.
“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”
“Whatever. You’re not even that hot anyway.” He grabbed the two drinks off the bar and headed back into the crowd.
“What an asshole.” Dennis muttered, turning towards Robby but making no attempts to step away.
“And wrong.” Robby added, the alcohol making him a little looser lipped than he should be. But who could blame him when Dennis was pressed up against him, his brain was short circuiting.
“What?” Dennis tilted his head slightly before realisation kicked in. “Do you think I’m hot Dr Robby?”
“Come on now, you know you’re hot.” He mumbled, embarrassed to be blushing at his big old age.
“If it makes you feel better, I think you’re hot too.” He whispered right in Robby’s ear before lightly kissing his cheek.
Robby felt warm all over, desperately wanting to pin Dennis to the bar and kiss him senseless, regardless of who saw. Dennis must have seen the desire in his eyes because he hooked his hand around Robby’s neck and pulled him down. It was a quick kiss but it was full of promise, it made Robby want to throw Dennis over his shoulder and take him home.
“Come with me.” Dennis smirked, taking his hand and leading him towards the corridor to the toilets.
He knew he shouldn’t, he wanted to do things properly with Dennis but he also needed to get his hands on him right now. He knew the man from earlier was probably still watching them, hell people from work were probably watching them too but he just didn’t care.
They’d barely locked the door behind them before Robby was on Dennis, pinning him to the wall and kissing him, just the way he’d been imaging for weeks. He pushed his leg between Dennis’s, smiling into the kiss as Dennis helplessly rode his thigh.
“Fuck.” Dennis gasped as Robby’s lips moved to his neck, biting and nipping until red bloomed against his skin.
Robby groaned as he looked at the marks on his neck, he wanted to take Dennis back out to the bar and parade him around so everybody knew who he belonged to. But suddenly, Dennis was dropping to his knees and Robby realised there was no place he’d rather be.
Dennis looked up at Robby as he gently cupped the bulge in his trousers, as if asking for permission. It would take a stronger man than Robby to say no to those begging, blue eyes.
“Jesus Den, please.”
Not needing to be told twice, Dennis quickly undid the zipper and lowered his trousers and pants in one go, eyes widening at the sight of Robby’s hard cock in front of him. He licked one long strip from base to tip before kissing him all over, no part of Robby’s dick untouched as he practically worshipped him.
“Wanted this... wanted you… for so long.” He said between kisses.
He licked the tip, moaning as the salty, tangy taste of precum hit his tongue. Dennis took him inside, staring deep into Robby’s eyes as his cock slowly disappeared into his lips.
Robby could die happy now he knew what it felt like to be inside Dennis’s mouth, now he knew all the things that tongue could do.
Robby desperately dug his fingers into soft curls as Dennis bobbed his head back and forth, groaning with each thrust as if he were the one receiving such pleasure. His hips helplessly bucked and sent his cock deeper down his throat.
“Feels good… you’re so good.” Robby moaned.
His head hit the door in front of him as he practically curled in on himself, Dennis taking him all the way in until his nose was nestled in coarse hair, did the kid have no gag reflex? He swallowed around the head of his cock, moving his head up and down and making sure his cock hit the back of his throat each time.
God, Robby was close. He hadn’t come this quickly in a long time, although if he was being honest with himself the only partner he’d had recently was his right hand.
“Den… I…” He tried to warn but he could barely speak, just powerless to his moans and pants. But Dennis seemed to understand what he was saying, working his mouth quicker, his hands coming up to play with what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.
Robby cried out as he came down Dennis’s throat, his vision blacking out momentary as all he could feel was the wet warmth around his cock as it twitched and spurted.
Dennis swirled his tongue around him one last time before pulling off, a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting the tip to his puffy, red lips.
“You’re bigger than I was expecting.” He admitted, voice slightly hoarse.
“Baby, you’ve already got me with my pants around my ankles in a bar bathroom. Enough of the sweet talk.” He joked, pulling Dennis to his feet and gently wiping his face with some tissue.
Robby tucked himself away before returning Dennis to his rightful place on his thigh, grinding into the hardness of his crotch.
“We should probably head back.” Dennis gasped, his hips telling a different story. “We have been gone a suspiciously long time.”
With great reluctance, Robby let Dennis push him away. Dennis splashed cold water in his face and took some deep breaths to calm down. While it was blatantly obvious what had happened in the bathroom, Trinity would never let him live it down if he walked through a bar hard.
“But take me back to yours afterwards and we can finish what we started.” He winked over his shoulder when he caught Robby’s pout in the mirror.
Dennis took Robby’s hand and he let himself be dragged around by the younger man a second time that night. He led him to the band, where a wasted Dana was dropping it low. It seemed like the upper floor was empty now and the Pitt crew had commandeered the dancefloor. An arm swung around his shoulder and a smug Jack handed him another beer.
“Shut up.” Robby rolled his eyes, taking the drink anyway.
“I didn’t say anything.” He held his hands up innocently.
Robby knew it was one of his oldest friend’s birthdays but he was desperate to leave. Surely Dana’s too drunk to notice if they left early?
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robby fucking dennis nice and slow after a rough shift (i love it when robby manhandles denny, but my period is being a little bitch-ass and i need comfort asap)
right there? i love when your nose scrunches and eyes go all hazy when i aim riiight here. robby smiles as he moves his cock deep inside dennis’ cunt.
it had been a rough shift for both men—short staffed and too many losses to count. the last thing either of them needed was rough sex or anything that required them to make much effort.
dennis’ noises were quiet and breathless, his features scrunching when he felt the tip of robby’s cock nudge against the spongy spot that made him lose any resolve and tension.
g-gonna cum, daddy… p’ease? i c-can cum? dennis nearly cooed, leaning into his attending’s warm palm when his cheek was cupped and caressed.
robby hummed in acknowledgement, not bothering to move his hips any faster or rougher. he knew his puppy would be able to cum from the slow pace just the same.
as long as dennis’ needy hole was filled with his daddy’s cock, he was the happiest puppy in the world.
hucklerobby in the midst of an argument and both shutting the other out. dennis finally texting him with
look. we need to talk, okay? you know we need to.
and if it slips in, it slips in.
cut to robby crying into dennis's neck with babbling m'sorry, m'sorry, baby, m'so sorry-'s as he fucks into dennis's hot, slick, velvety walls. he's so needy, simultaneously trying to nail dennis's prostate with every thrust, desperate to make him feel good— and chasing his own pleasure, feeling fuzzy-headed and dumb to the perfect grip of dennis's ass squeezing his pulsing dick. never wanna hurt you, ever, ever ever... oh, god, s'all my fault, I didn'— didn' mean it, didn' mean it... m'sorry..
dennis just taking it, moaning little uh- uh- uhn-'s with every stuttery thrust, not minding when they go a little sloppy with pure need, eyes heavy-lidded as pleasure courses through his body. mmm, shh, s'okay... mmnhh, goddd, what a good mutt, fucking me so good... you feel better when you're humping me like a stupid, desperate dog, baby, shit... s'okay, you're a good boy, owner's not mad, okay? mmhhh, baby, harder—
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after months of tension, they both finally snap during a random spat, in some supply closet at the pitt.
robby has whitaker pinned against a wall, his large hands on the kid’s hips, as he guides them to grind on the leg he slotted between dennis’ thighs ,and shit- the boy’s not turned on.
fuck, is robby taking advantage of his resident ? he could swore whitaker was into it, he’s grabbing robby’s face with so much force, delicious little whines escaping mouth while his lips are still on robby’s, and he’s pulling the man impossibly closer to himself- but the proof’s right there. or at least, what should be right there isn’t, and that’s proof enough.
dennis panics when dr robby suddenly pulls out, oh no he’s gonna say it was a mistake and he regrets it, no, no, no!, but then, his attending just sighs defeated, and drops his forehead on the wall, right above dennis’ ear.
‘do you even want this kid ? is it- am i doing something wrong ?’
dennis is so confused. he feels so good, his mind is bordering on fuzzy, his eyes started to glaze over, and he’s so so wet, wetter than he’s ever been and oh.
oh. the idiot. the absolute, complete, idiot.
he never did tell robby he was trans, did he.
‘erm, no sir, you were doing everything really right,’ dennis breathes out after a moment, willing his voice not to shake. he knows robby will be cool with it, and he doesn’t wanna make a big deal out of it, but it’s still quite an awkward coming out situation.
‘i wish you could feel how wet i am for you right now, dr robby’
dennis feels robby’s hands tightening in a bruising grip on his hips, then the man picks his head back up. when he finally looks at dennis again, his irises are nearly gone.
