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jack sending robby a video of dennis when he's like barely half awake and he's doing the thing where you say all of a dog's favorite words to see how they react and dennis keeps opening his eyes in interest before trying to go back to sleep
hybrid puppy denny just sucking and biting on any part of jacks tits and broad shoulders he can get. he wraps himself up on jack’s lap and latches like a tiny octopus. he is almost silent apart from the quiet suckling noises and his tail wagging against jack’s lap. jack loves these little pockets of time when his puppy is especially puppy-like, docile and soft, his eyes slightly glazed.
jack is more than happy to entertain this and also loves poking around in his boys mouth. he has a bit of an ‘oral’ fixation. or a dennis fixation if anything, happy to get his hands on any part of the boy he can. running his fingers over his tongue and all his teeth, spreading his slightly thicker than human saliva drool all over his lips getting him all messy. dennis tongue lols out and eventually he takes to just sucking on the man’s fingers huffing happy whines into the man’s hand. jack just pets his head with his dry hand and turns back to the show he was watching
his puppy can entertain himself however he likes as long as he did it as close to jack as possible.
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The first time Robby touched Dennis, Dennis felt like he was seeing the sun for the first time in months. It left his skin warm and raw as if there hadn't been layers of scrubs inbetween them.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep or malnutrition. Maybe it's the bone-deep exhaustion of always being alert, but two hours into a rotation that he never imagined he would've liked and suddenly Dennis is floating.
And it keeps happening. A word of praise, a smile from across the ED, a hand on his shoulder-- his neck. It hadn't been an easy day, even before the MCI, but Robby had felt like the only solid thing in the room to Dennis. A dock in the ocean, a place to moor. It was a dangerous feeling.
The last thing Dennis needed was to blow this rotation due to hunger-induced cravings for stability. He made sure he didn't linger under Robby's touch. He worked even harder, not just because of Mr. Milton-- Dennis didn't want the praise to make him go soft.
When the MCI hit, Dennis tried to do what he did best, fade into the background: reliable but unassuming.
this but it’s dennis in the early days of his relationship with robby because robby cooks such good fulfilling dinners for him & dennis eats like the food is about to disappear in front of him & he gets so worn out & sleepy afterwards that robby pulls dennis into his lap back against his chest & smiles as he rubs soothing circles across dennis’ full tummy as dennis makes mindless, happy noises. puppy just got too excited, hm? it’s okay. you’re still my good boy.
thinking about omegaverse hucklerobby where robby and dennis are mated and are trying to have a litter of puppies. dennis breaks down crying one day after another test declares him not pregnant, and sobs to robby about how the omegas in his family have always struggled with infertility, and that if they do manage to conceive, it's only ever one puppy, never a litter.
robby holds him and kisses him and comforts him for hours, telling him that they will keep trying, and that he's more than willing to try ivf programs if things keep not working out for them, and that he loves dennis so much. when dennis's tears finally stop, he tries to get right back on his alpha's cock, desperate to try again and again in the hope he might finally get pupped.
robby finds that what settles dennis most is for him to be completely full of his cum, so that there's no possible way that he's throwing away his chance of a puppy, and so he knots dennis over and over, plugging him up and tilting his hips while dennis insists that *this* will surely be the time it takes.
it takes them three more months of trying every day before dennis finally screams from the bathroom and crumples to the floor in tears, clutching a positive test. they're ecstatic- if dennis is right about his family history, they'll have one singular perfect puppy to call their own. robby never tells his omega that his family is predisposed to conceive enormous litters, so that he doesn't get his omegas hopes up.
the pair agree immediately that dennis should go on maternity leave the moment they find out he's pregnant- dennis is already so protective over his (still flat) belly, and robby so paranoid that something will happen, that neither of them want dennis working while pupped. dennis nestles into the first of his birthing nests, made eight months too early, and purrs like a jet engine while rubbing his tummy. his one, perfect puppy.
to dennis's surprise (and robby's confirmed suspicion), he rounds out much faster than any omega with a single pup should. he's barely six weeks pregnant when he gets a curve to him, making him look bloated. dennis preens about his one massive puppy, but robby ushers him to his first obgyn appointment. dennis winces at the cold jelly, and nearly snaps his teeth at the thought the doctor might be making his puppy cold in his womb, but his alpha sits next to him and rumbles to calm him.
five minutes later, robby's proved right and dennis is in floods of delighted tears. the doctor turns to dennis and asks him some questions as she runs the device over his belly, looking at his baby.
"will this be your first litter, mr whitaker?"
"yes, but it's only one. omegas in my family only ever have one."
she hums, confused.
"mr whitaker, from what I can see, you're undeniably carrying a litter of multiples. at present I can see at least five distinct embryos in your womb, possibly six, all developing well. you're carrying a very large litter, given that the average is of three or four pups. this will be why you're already seeing noticeable growth in your belly."
there's a split second before dennis breaks down. he wails in robby's arms, who's crying too at his omegas joy. the doctor can't help but wipe away a tear or two of her own at the display, already having known about the omegas infertility issues. dennis starts asking if she's sure, if she's sure that it's true and that there's a litter, if she can check again.
she angles the screen towards the new parents and runs the wand over again.
"see here, mr whitaker, from this angle we can see them all. one... two, three, four, there's number five and.... oh yes, here we go, there are six. there's number six there at the edge. you're definitely having six puppies."
dennis and robby are the happiest men alive.
given the size of his litter, dennis visits the obgyn weekly to check their progress. he spends the rest of his time in his nest with robby, whose hands never leave the quickly swelling tummy of his omega. by week twelve, dennis looks like he's almost full term with a single pup. he looks likes he's swallowed a football, and he purrs constantly. all he's ever wanted is a litter of pups, and now he has six! and with the most handsome and strong alpha ever. dennis knows his alpha will keep them all safe, and he likes when robby talks to his belly every night, telling every little puppy that he loves them, and that their mama is doing such a good job keeping them safe.
robby worried that as he got bigger and bigger that dennis would start to get cross and frustrated and hurt with the amount of space six puppies would need, but somehow, he doesn't. he just snuggles in his nest, grows bigger and glows. their obgyn is delighted by how well and evenly all the puppies are growing, and declares that dennis has taken to pregnancy more naturally than any omega she's ever seen, that it really seems like his body was made for a big litter due to how successfully his hips have widened and his belly grown. dennis preens and trills. he always knew he was supposed to have a litter.
by thirty weeks pregnant, they're thinking of scheduling dennis's c-section. dennis had got very upset when he was denied a natural birth, but his medical knowledge overrode his sadness- the statistics didn't lie, for litters over four pups, complications in natural birth were high and frequently resulted in a puppy being lost. dennis snarled to himself. he would not lose a puppy. he was going to have six healthy, fat puppies, and he and his alpha would adore them.
dennis's belly was enormous, and he never took his hands off it. he and robby were constantly petting it, doting on their puppies before they were even born. dennis's tummy filled his lap now, and it made his breathing laboured. he didn't care. his puppies' comfort was all that mattered. the side of their bedroom had six identical cribs layed out, waiting for their little squalling charges to be born, six different sock colours chosen to tell all the newborns apart.
robby was shocked at how quickly he'd readressed his priorities since dennis's pregnancy. he didn't think of the ER constantly anymore, instead purely devoted to dennis, dennis's comfort, and preparing for their puppies. he was going to be the best father, and dennis the best mother, that there had ever been.
dennis's birth goes without fault. he gives birth at ptmc and is glad that both he and robby know his surgeons well. he trusts them to keep his litter safe. he and robby cry through the whole thing, dennis nearly hyperventilating when his screaming firstborn is taken round the curtain to him, the little red face and the milky scent of puppy filling the room. he's never seen something so beautiful.
robby holds his hand the entire time, sobbing along with him. he was a father to the most gorgeous babies on the planet, all six of them, his dennis's first litter. they end up having a beta girl, two omega boys, two alpha girls, and an alpha boy.
hours later, dennis is propped up in his hospital bed in the maternity ward, pelvis and tummy aching but dulled from medication, and his puppies around him. he can't stop crying. robby hasn't stopped either, kissing his omega over and over and over as they look in wonder at their babies.
dennis is holding two puppies at the moment, helping the smallest ones to latch onto his breasts and feed. their beta girl and one of the omega boys had been smaller than their siblings, and dennis had ushered them onto his nipples first. they fed beautifully, and snuffled into their mother's chest. robby was proudly holding his pair of alpha girls, kissing them on their tiny noses over and over. the other two puppies were somehow asleep, unbothered in their bassinets next to the bed.
dennis turned to his alpha, still crying. "thank you for my babies. thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you robby, look at our beautiful puppies, all our beautiful puppies..."
robby carefully bent down and kissed his omega, still holding his pups. "don't thank me, denny baby. you spent almost eight months growing all of our puppies, all by yourself. you and your body, sweetheart... you're amazing. six puppies, all healthy, all so special, all chubby and well... you are the most perfect human on the planet, denny. you've made me the happiest alpha alive. I adore you, denny. truly."
robby decides to retire when their puppies are a year old, and their maternity and paternity leave ends. he's got years of an unspent attendings salary, and dennis is still working through the ranks, wanting to keep working for many years more. robby has nothing more to achieve in the ER. all his commitment is in the eyes of his six giggly puppies and stunning omega mate.
taking care of his puppies makes him happier than he's ever been, and he eagerly awaits 7.30pm every day, when his darling omega comes home to his big, happy family. dennis can hardly believe that in two years, he's gone from sobbing in robby's arms about infertility robbing him of a litter, to coming home to six healthy puppies and a smiling alpha. he's never been so happy. if robby giving him six puppies wasn't highly likely, dennis would've asked for litter number two. as it is, they've got their hands happily full.
Love the genre of sadism that’s basically just extreme ‘cuteness agression’. “I love you so much that I get an overwhelming urge to violently manhandle and wound you, like some delicate prey thing that I need to rip open and devour.”
Summary: Jack finds a cigar in his pocket while the day shift decompresses with beers in the park. Dennis learns some new things about himself, and Jack is nothing if not an enabler.
Warnings: Pain kink / burn kink, smut
Relationships: Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker
Thank you to @sixeyedsharks for the beta - kissing you with teeth and tongue
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It started in the park.
It was late; one of their after-shift-decompression gatherings going a bit longer than usual. Only a handful of the crew had been scheduled for the next day and everyone else was itching for a little relaxation. Dennis was feeling good, two beers in and standing next to Trinity, who was nose deep in a conversation with Ellis. Robby and Abbot were sitting on the bench nearby; Dennis had been idly conversing with Robby about something inconsequential - something about vehicle maintenance - when Abbot lit up.
His hand was in his jacket pocket and had obviously just curled around something. “Oh hell yeah,” he smiled at Robby, pulling out something wrapped in plastic, “I forgot I left this in here.”
Robby looked down at Abbot’s score and groaned a little bit. “Don't you dare light that here.”
Abbot cocked an eyebrow at the older man and a mischievous smile crossed his face. “We could share it?”
Dennis watched the interaction curiously, watching as Dr. Abbot carefully peeled the plastic off what he now saw was a thick cigar. He felt a shiver go down his back that had nothing to do with the falling temperature.
There wasn't exactly a label for what Dennis and Jack were doing. They weren't dating, but they were a little more than friends with benefits. When Dennis had called it a “situationship” (something he learned from Trinity, of course), Jack had grimaced and said something along the lines of: “I’m old and cranky, just shut up and take off your pants”. Or, at least, that's how Dennis remembered that conversation.
Still, they were involved enough for Dennis to feel his pants tighten as he watched Abbot cut the tip of the cigar with a pair of trauma shears. The conversations around him kept chugging along, but Dennis’s mind had locked on to Abbot and Robby. It took him a minute to realize that Jack had asked him something.
“Huh? Sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention.”
Jack snickered a little bit and Robby fixed him with that soft look that Dennis had come to recognize as fondness.
“Your lighter, kid,” Jack repeated, “toss it here and maybe I’ll let you have a puff.”
Dennis furrowed his brow but reached into his jacket pocket anyway, fishing out the black BIC lighter he kept there. “How'd you know I had a lighter?” He asked as he tossed it over.
Jack rolled his eyes. “You have a box of cigarettes in your pants pocket. I assumed.”
Dennis looked down, and sure enough, saw the imprint of the box of Marlboro Menthols he had grabbed out of his bag before leaving the hospital. He tried not to acknowledge the slight bulge in his pants next to the box of cigarettes. Abbot, however, let his eyes linger as a smirk ticked the corner of his lips up.
Robby, thankfully, had engaged in a conversation with Donnie and hopefully not noticed Dennis’s very visible situation.
“C’mere,” Jack instructed, making room on the bench next to him as he crowded Robby a little, “You ever smoke a cigar, Whit?”
Like he always did, Dennis followed Abbot’s direction and sat down next to him, their knees knocking together as Abbot deliberately nudged his thigh against the younger man’s. The blush that had started to creep onto Dennis’s face grew hotter under the blue glow of the fluorescent park lights.
“No, sir,” he answered, watching as Jack placed the cigar between his lips and flicked the lighter until a steady flame grew from its metallic opening. His other hand came up to shield the flame from the slight breeze as he moved the flame across the cut end of the cigar and sucked air through it, igniting the paper and tobacco. The way the tobacco curled and turned bright orange captivated Dennis’s attention.
Jack’s eyebrow quirked up, noticing the far off look in Dennis’s eyes as he puffed on the cigar. The two of them locked eyes as clouds of smoke began to swirl around their heads. They were so preoccupied with each other that Jack almost missed Robby reaching his hand out.
“You said you’d share, old man,” Robby ribbed, looking between his best friend and his star pupil.
Abbot took the cigar from his mouth and placed it in Robby’s hand. Dennis’s eyes followed it until he felt a hand settle on the small of his back. Jack had leaned over, so close that Dennis could feel his breath on his neck.
“More where that comes from, pup,” he whispered, “You want daddy to teach you how to smoke like a man?”
Dennis fought back a whimper, his eyes as wide as saucers. He looked around nervously, but everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations to notice the filth that Jack was dripping into his brain. He squirmed a bit, his pants now uncomfortably tight.
Jack sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he held his palm open to Robby. Robby took the hint and gave back the cigar before looking back to Donnie. Jack took a puff and blew it at Dennis with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Robby, I'm still off this Friday right?” he asked, his eyes not leaving Dennis’s.
Robby glanced back, not paying too much attention. “Uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure.”
“Perfect.”
Jack’s eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. Dennis sputtered for a minute before turning to Trinity, who was basically hanging off of Ellis.
“Hey, Santos- we don't have any plans for Friday night, do we?”
Trinity waved him off. “No; hey, you wanna come over Friday?” The last part directed at Ellis.
When Dennis turned back to Jack, the older man was already packing up his bag and reattaching his prosthesis. He handed the cigar back to Robby, “You take the rest, I'm gonna head out and try to get a little shut eye in.”
Robby frowned. “You took like, two pulls off this.”
Jack shrugged. “It was cheap. Stub it out if you don't want it. G‘Night brother.” He gave Robby a pat on the shoulder before turning to Dennis and kicking his shoe. “Later, Whit.”
Dennis nodded at him as he walked away, not noticing the curious glance that Robby shot his way.
-
Friday night found Dennis sinking down into Jack’s lap, the older man’s cock sliding deeper into him as he settled.
“Atta boy,” Jack praised, running one hand up Dennis’s thigh and holding a smoldering cigar in the other. “So fuckin’ tight for me.”
Dennis let out a low whine. Smoke swirled through the low-lit room, notes of cocoa and coffee softening the sharpness of the smoldering tobacco.
“Breathe, puppy. Nothing you haven't taken before.”
Dennis’s hands were resting on Jack’s shoulders; the older man could feel the tremble his hands dissipate as his breathing leveled out.
“Good boy,” Jack praised, running his free hand up and massaging the meager bit of fat that clung to his hips. He relished the way the praise made Dennis clench around him, the whimper that slipped between his teeth unbidden. Jack placed the cigar back between his lips, puffing and letting the smoke pour from the corner of his mouth as his newly freed hand mirrored the other on Dennis’s other hip.
Dennis shifted, his hips moving in a circle that Jack quickly put a stop to with a muffled “Aht.”
Jack narrowed his eyes at the boy as he plucked the cigar from his mouth yet again. “Stay.”
The eager nod that earned was enough to make Jack smirk. He brought the cigar up to Dennis mouth, using his other hand to wrap around his chin and open his mouth for him. His dick twitched as he watched Dennis wrap his lips around the thick cigar.
“Suck, but don't inhale. Just keep it in your mouth.”
Jack watched as the embers at the end of the cigar burned brighter for a moment before Dennis coughed and sputtered. Jack sighed and drew away the cigar, smacking the boy’s ass for good measure. “Told you not to inhale.”
Dennis responded weakly, between coughs. “Wasn’t- trying- to-”
The older man tutted anyway, reaching off to the side and producing a thick leather belt. He ran his thumb over a set of teeth indents before smacking Dennis’s lips with it lightly. “Open.”
He obeyed beautifully and Jack slotted the doubled over belt between his teeth.
“Bite down. Good boy.”
Jack took another long draw of the cigar, letting the smoke swirl in his mouth before blowing it into Dennis’s face. He chuckled as Dennis closed his eyes and tried not to inhale. When he opened his eyes, Jack tilted his head down, giving Dennis a serious look.
“I'm going to keep going with what we talked about. Three taps to stop, two to keep going.”
Dennis tapped Jack’s shoulder twice, earning a languid smile in response. He leaned forward to put his mouth next to Dennis’s ear, his breath coming out hot and heavy against Jack’s neck.
“Knew you were a bit of a freak, Denny,” Jack whispered, “Good thing I am too.”
Jack pulled back quickly and pressed the lit end of the cigar into the pale, milky skin of Dennis’s left thigh.
Dennis shrieked around the belt in his mouth, his teeth biting into the leather so hard that he could hear it creak. Jack couldn't control the way his hips thrust up into the younger man as his hole clenched around his cock like a vice, pulling a sharp curse from his mouth.
Jack pulled the cigar off quickly, discarding it in the ashtray next to him before blowing the leftover ash off of Dennis’s skin. He cried again at the feeling of Jack’s breath against the throbbing burn, clenching around the older man’s cock once more.
Jack ripped the belt from Dennis’s mouth before dropping his hands to the boy’s hips and thrusting up into him. Dennis cried out, his arms giving out as he fell into Jack’s chest, his head resting against his broad shoulder as Jack fucked into him like a man possessed.
“Fuck,” Jack gritted, “You're so good, feel so fucking good, Dennis. So good for Daddy. Did so good. Took it like a fuckin’ champ.”
Dennis whimpered into Jack’s neck, all jumbled syllables and weak cries. Jack tilted his head to nose at Dennis’s neck, lathing over one of his hickies with his tongue as he pounded into him.
“Den- nghh. Pup- Pup, I'm gonna come.” He groaned. “Please let me come in you. Fuck Denny you're so tight. Feel so fucking good around my cock.”
Unable to form the words that he was thinking, Dennis’s hand, which was low resting against one of Jack’s bulging biceps, tapped twice.
Jack let out a low groan as his thrusts slowed. He didn't let up in intensity, ramming his cock as deep into Dennis as he could possibly get before pulling out incrementally and repeating. Finally, Dennis felt his cock twitch, warmth spreading through his core as Jack pumped his come into him.
Without any warning, Jack threw Dennis off of him and bullied his way between his thighs. He took one long, flat-tongued lick from his hole to the tip of his cock before taking him to the root, Jack’s nose buried in the blonde curls that nested there. At the same time, he slipped two fingers into Dennis’s ass, using his own cum to ease the way.
Dennis cried out at the onslaught of pleasure that overtook him. His hands went to Jack’s head immediately, gripping his silver curls so tightly that Jack moaned around Dennis’s length. It created a feedback loop of pleasure that curled around Dennis’s spine, tightening further every time Jack pushed his fingers into his prostate.
“Gonna come. O-oh… hng. Daddy, gonna come- oh my God.” Dennis warned, tugging on Jack’s hair.
Instead of letting up, Jack doubled down, swallowing around Dennis’s cock as he pushed a third finger in his hole. None of that matter though, as Jack’s free hand drifted to Dennis’s left thigh.
Dennis came down Jack’s throat with a scream as the older man pressed his palm against the throbbing burn, his vision going white as his muscles seized.
-
Dennis sat on the kitchen table, leaning back on his hands as Jack sat on a chair between his legs. The younger man hissed a bit as Jack smeared a glob of burn ointment over the burn mark on his thigh.
“Sorry, pup,” Jack muttered, “You did so good. Barely even flinched.”
Still feeling a little hazy, even after Jack flushed the wound with cool saline, Dennis nodded. “Felt good then. Hurts now.”
Jack frowned. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get you some painkillers after I wrap you up and we get a snack, okay?”
Dennis sighed contently. “Can you make nachos?”
Biting back a remark that what Dennis considered nachos was just tortilla chips with shredded cheese melted on them in the microwave, Jack nodded.
“Anything you want,” Jack promised quietly.
The room went quiet as Jack carefully covered Dennis’s burn with gauze. He was precise with his placement, each piece of tape cut to the perfect length. He worked with an intense look on his face that was sabotaged by the fact that his tongue poked out slightly, making Dennis smile.
Without looking up from his work, Jack took a deep breath.
“Will- uh… would you like to stay the night, Dennis?”
The younger man’s eyes widened as he sat up straight. Jack sat back, his hands falling into his lap as he fiddled with the black band on his ring finger.
“You don't have to if you don't want to! I just, I thought I'd offer. I… I'd like you to if you're… if you wanted to,” Jack sputtered.
A smile bloomed on Dennis’s face, not unlike the slow unfurling of the tightness in his chest as he looked at Jack, who looked more nervous than Dennis had ever thought possible.
“I would love to stay,” he responded quietly. He leaned forward, his hand brushing the stubble on Jack’s cheek as he pulled the older man towards him. The kiss was quick, but not rushed. It was assured. Confident. Content.
Dennis pulled away, resting his forehead against Jack’s. They sat like that for a moment, neither opening their eyes or moving from the other, content to bask in the warm afterglow of the scene.
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Something something huckleabbot because Robby was too slow to make a move on Dennis so abbot did
Something about Robby needing help getting something that requires a car rather then a motorcycle so he asks abbot for help and abbot asks if he can bring Dennis along and Robby says yes so he seems totally cool and chill about his best friend dating his student/crush
Robby coming out of his house and only seeing abbot in the car and asks where Dennis is, abbot smirking in response saying Dennis is in there
Robby getting closer and seeing Dennis leaning over the center console actively blowing jack and when he tries to look up at Robby abbot just pushes Dennis head back down putting him back to work
The most uncomfortable and sexually charged car ride of Robby’s life
hucklerobby actually gets SO much crazier when you remember that dennis really hasn't spent much time in the ER at all, and yet robby is still acting like this towards him.
like, post season 1, dennis spends at maximum six more weeks there with robby since he's only doing his ER roatation. he hasn't matched yet and he's still a med student. sure, we can assume that after s1 dennis keeps making a good impression on robby, and that robby picks him as a favourite very fast, but that doesn't change the fact that he spends a relatively small amount of time there.
then, before s2, dennis hasn't seen robby in at least EIGHT MONTHS. he's been doing the rest of his rotations, exams, and finally getting matched in the ER. season 2 is one of his first days back there after the majority of a year away (i can't remember if it's his second day or fourth day) during which he's not worked under robby at all or had any contact with him.
despite this, not only is robby incredibly deeply invested in dennis, what dennis is doing, how he's teaching new students, AND his personal life, he also invites dennis into his house for the next three months. he gives his housekey to a man he hasn't seen in nearly a year. he also goes on to describe dennis, who's been a resident less than a week, as "one of my best residents" to one of his best friends.
like. this is INSANE. this isn't a nearly a year long relationship between them, this is less than two months total, and robby still clearly fucking adores him. if THIS is how they act when they still barely know one another, and robby is this touchy and this possessive and this delighted by dennis, and dennis is this giddy from robby's praise, where the fuck do we go from here?? how obsessed with each other will they be of in close contact for longer??
when robby finishes fucking dennis, and he's kissed him and cuddled him and washed the cum and sweat and spit off of his pretty body, he still doesn't release the soft restraints binding his wrists together.
dennis makes a sleepy questioning noise, looking up at his dom from the bed and proffering his hands for him to be unlocked, but robby just pets his shiny curls and shakes his head.
"no no, sweety. you've been such a good boy for me tonight, and you'll continue to be my perfect boy by listening to daddy when he says that you'll sleep better in your restraints. you're so cozy and safe like this baby, and you'll sleep so well when I cuddle you up, okay?"
dennis pauses for a moment and then smiles at robby, nodding his head. he likes being a good boy, and having his hands restricted in his padded cuffs makes him feel safe and floaty- just like daddy had said. robby settles into the bed next to dennis, and arranges him to be snuggled up on his chest, even with his wrists locked together. he kisses dennis all over his face and makes him giggle, the younger wriggling in his arms to show his appreciation now that using his arms was off the table.
"you're such a good boy, dennis. well done. daddy's very proud of you for letting him guide you. I love you so, so much. sleep well baby boy. daddy's got you."
dennis nuzzled into his daddy's neck and went to sleep with a smile on his face. daddy knew best- he probably would sleep much better restrained for him. daddy would unlock his arms in the morning, he was sure.
above the sleeping sub, robby is tempted to flush the key to dennis's cuffs down the toilet. he doesn't, of course, being a responsible daddy, but he certainly doesn't intend on unlocking dennis any time soon. the only question now for him was how long he needed to wait before introducing the ankle cuffs, or collar and leash.
he reckons he needs to wait justtt until dennis associates his cuffs with permanent safety, and then his special boy will welcome his captivity. looking at the dozing boy, face serene, body marked with hickies from his daddy and arms tucked into his chest with the thick white cuffs binding them together, he knew it wouldn't be long at all. dennis would be such a gorgeous house pet.
An omegaverse musing with married Omega Dennis and Alpha Robby
Inspired by this post <3
After Dennis and Robby got some viral attention from their award ceremony appearance together, Cosmopolitan Magazine contacted them to do a photoshoot and article about their successful relationship.
At first they were hesitant, but said screw it, what could it hurt. So a small team came to their cozy brownstone home to conduct the shoot and interview.
We were greeted by Dennis at the front door. He let us into their charming townhouse - everything looked like it was carefully picked out - carefully curated to add to the museum that is Dennis' and Robby's content life together.
Photo description: Dennis and Robby dressed down, standing on the stoop of the beautiful brownstone townhouse. Dennis leaning back on the railing on the stairs, looking at Robby with a big grin. Robby has a hand in the pocket of his well worn jeans and the other cupping Dennis' face. It's mid afternoon and they are bathed in warm sunlight.
Robby was standing in the kitchen, offering everyone water or iced tea. The energy in their home was immediately calm and welcoming. Dennis goes to his husband and tucks himself right under his arm; like two puzzle pieces snapping together.
Photo description: Dennis wrapped up in Robby's arms as the alpha hugs him from behind pressing an enthsiastic kiss to the omega's cheek. Dennis is mid laugh, eyes closed and mouth open.
Photo description: Robby and Dennis sitting in their attached green house at a small bistro table. Robby leans on the table on his elbows and feeds Dennis a strawberry.
We sat down in their well styled living room to conduct the interview.
Cosmo: Thank you for letting us invade your space for the afternoon.
Dennis: Not a problem, we're happy to have you.
Robby: We were a little hesitant to be perfectly honest.
Cosmo: Don't worry, we give you full veto power if you're not totally satisfied.
Robby seemed to relax more after that.
Cosmo: So I'm sure you know why we are here. (Dennis and Robby both laugh and nod). Let's just jump right to it! There's a lot of attention on your relationship at the moment. Is it surprising to you?
Robby: Yeah definitely. I mean we are doctors, not celebrities so this type of attention is never expected. But I'm glad it's for positive reasons.
Dennis: Oh for sure, it's surprising. But we do feel strongly about the stigma of how alphas treat omegas, so in that regard I'm not surprised that something like this went viral.
Cosmo: Can you elaborate on that stigma?
Dennis: Just the stigma that omegas should be submissive and modest and traditional. I guess we are challenging those old style roles. (Robby nods, wrapping an arm around Dennis.)
Cosmo: Just from our perspective, you two seem to have a very healthy and happy relationship.
Robby: I'd like to think so. (He smiles at Dennis and kisses his temple).
Cosmo: Have you seen what's been said online about your viral night?
Dennis laughs and nods: It's pretty crazy. I'm just happy we are getting support more than anything.
Photo description: Dennis talking and gesturing with this left hand as his right hand his cradled in between Robby's and resting on his knee. Robby laughs along with what Dennis is saying.
Cosmo: And have you seen the saucier comments?
Robby: Oh yeah.
Dennis: (he ducks his head and blushes) Yeah, people seem to have no filter, but it's all very flattering, for the most part.
Cosmo: Do you care to comment on your secret to a such a happy relationship? Is there truth to those comments?
Dennis and Robby look at each and seem to be communicate something silently with mirth in their eyes. They give each a shrug and a nod.
Dennis: Yeah. Well to try to keep it PG-13, there is a lot of truth to those more ... colorful comments. And the secret is, as cheesy at is sounds - lead with love. Have fun with it, and always think about your partner. Not to give too much detail but I'll just say he always puts me first, if you know what I mean. He is very good about taking care of my needs.
It should be noted that while Dennis was answering these more intimate questions, his eyes never left his husbands.
Cosmo: Robby, so you care to comment too?
Robby: He's right. My number one priority is to make sure he is comfortable and happy and well ... feeling good (laughs). We don't subscribe to the notion of alphas need to be domineering and aggressive.
Cosmo: It's very refreshing to see that. I think there's change underway.
Robby: I really hope so. I truly didn't mean to a representative in this way, but whatever helps.
Cosmo: Speaking of that, what do you say to the few nay sayers?
Robby: To be honest I had to ask Dennis what a 'simp' was. (Both laugh). When I learned I was like "really? It's bad to dote on my beautiful and perfect wife?" It really threw me for a loop that it meant something bad. I don't think speaking bad about your partner like that moves us in the right direction.
Dennis: I couldn't agree more.
Robby: You just like that I spoil you.
Dennis: Very much (kisses Robby's cheek).
It's really that simple. If there was any doubt that Dennis and Robby's relationship was for show, this interview should squash that. They have a genuine connection and their love will go the distance. And Robby was just as attentive and affectionate towards Dennis as we saw at the awards ceremony. They truly give us hope again that true love is not dead.
Photo description: On their bed, Dennis sits in between Robby's spread legs. Robby holds Dennis tightly to his chest with the omega tucked neatly under the alpha's chin with eyes closed and a serene smile on his face.
Photo description: They stand in front of their bedroom window; soft light framing them. Robby holding Dennis' jaw as they share an intimate kiss. Dennis holds onto Robby's wrists.
Photo description: Robby sitting on a leather armchair with Dennis on his lap. Dennis is pressing his cheek to the top of Robby's head as Robby is holding Dennis' hand as he presses a kiss to the back of it.
Photo description: They are standing in front of their kitchen island, Robby holding Dennis' extended arm and trailing kisses up it. Dennis watches with a cocky smile.
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Thank you to @alexisneverokay for inspiring this! I adore your writing <3 Hope you enjoy this!
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for your prompt ask: mashup of stalkerverse (in a sense?) and fauxcest verse with a healthy helping of Dennis whump.
Fauxcest Dennis (dead dove or otherwise) has been getting stalked by a disgruntled patient for a few weeks, but he’s kept it from Jack and Robby. His issue to handle— maybe he sees the situation as his fault, for some reason. Plus, Jack and Robby have their own shit going on.
Cut to the stalking reaching a head (Dennis assaulted? Drugged? Even just a weird encounter in a public place?) and Jack and Robby flipping out :D Hope this inspires!
thank you anon! I could have gone harder on the flipping out, but honestly, this just came out a little bit soft.
Dennis has dealt with angry patients before. Many of them. God knows, it's the first thing you learn how to handle, after you've pricked your first IV.
Anger in the face of grief. Anger because of the size of the medical bill. Anger because the doctors just can't find what's wrong. Anger because you call DCFS and their kid gets taken off them.
Most of those reasons, if not all of them, Dennis can empathize with. The system is broken, and people get fucked over by it all the time. They have reason to be furious. Not necessarily with them, the doctors, but - well, they're the visible avatars of the system, so, okay, Dennis gets it.
He's no stranger to facing the shouts, the insults, the threats through tears from patients. From family members. He knows how to let it slide off his back, to let it go at the end of the day, like any other work stress.
This one, though, feels like it might be a little … different.
It started off like any other incident. It's awful, in the moment, but after, he doesn't think much more of it. He'd had to call DCFS on a father who'd brought in his young daughter - she'd presented with a history of breaks and contusions, and complaining of belly pain. It turned out, when Dennis examined her, there were bruises between her legs, too.
Even if he weren't a mandatory fucking reporter, he'd be reporting that. It seemed pretty open and shut, to him. The girl was frightened of her father, and she had evidence of sexual assault.
Yes, the father had shouted all kinds of threats at Dennis when he'd been held back by security. Promised he'd get make Dennis pay, as his daughter was being taken into state custody. But so many patients do that. The father would be arrested, and Dennis wouldn't think any more of it.
Except.
The father isn't arrested. He's held in custody, sure, but they question him, and nothing sticks. The DNA they collect from the little girl doesn't match, and - well, there's nothing else to be done.
A week after the man's released, Dennis finds the hospital wristband from the girl in their mailbox. No note, nothing with it, just … ominously lying in the box. Thank God he was the one to check their mail, and not Jack or Robby. He'd have to explain what it was, and then tell them the whole story, and - he just doesn't want to do that.
He's a big boy. He's a grownup. Whatever this is, he can handle it. He doesn't need them to baby him through fucking everything.
Besides, maybe it's nothing.
A week after that, a bouquet of flowers is delivered to the ER, with his name on it. There's a gaggle of nurses peering at the card, giggling, when he approaches.
"Who's that for?" he asks, raising a brow. It's been a while since a horny patient tried to woo Langdon. Three heads turn to grin at him, and he feels … unnerved. They're too in sync. Uncanny, in their delight.
"You, loverboy," Princess says, sly, and hands him the card. It's one of those impersonal florists' cards, all fancy typeface and no clue as to who could have sent them.
Thank you for taking such good care of my little girl.
Something cold runs down his spine, and he glances up at the flowers. They're roses. They very clearly have thorns still attached to the long stems. They look sharp. He's certain they could draw blood, if he got too close. Weird choice, for a commercial bouquet.
"Just … um, put them in the breakroom or something," he mutters. Pockets the card, so there's no chance of anyone else seeing. So there's no chance that he can be incriminated in this strange … gesture.
He knows exactly who they've come from.
Then would have been the time to clue in his partners. There was clearly something not right. But they wouldn't act like partners, they'd act like his fathers. They'd overreact. Take it all so seriously, and insist on involving the police, and Dennis would have to explain that he'd been ignoring the rest of it.
They'd treat him like china. He doesn't want that. He can handle himself.
"You okay, kid?" Jack asks him, when he's been quiet all evening, contemplating whether he should mention the roses and the card to anyone.
He could go on ignoring it. He could tell Gloria, she might do something without having to involve the attendings. Or hell, maybe he's overthinking it all, and they aren't even really threats.
"Fine," he answers, looking up from his troubled reverie. "Just didn't sleep great last night."
Not a lie. He feels uneasy. It's not conducive to great sleep.
Jack runs a hand through his hair, soft. Tangles his fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck. Dennis feels himself leaning back into it, eyes falling closed.
"Mm, I think you need an early night, don't you?" the man murmurs, soft and slow, and Dennis feels himself relax, like sliding into a warm bath.
They're good at this. At making him feel safe. The worry drifts away as he lets Jack take him to bed, strips him out of his clothes and curls up against his chest.
When it escalates, Dennis thinks - I really should have told someone about this.
He opens his work locker, the one behind secure doors, the one with a padlock and code, the one only he should be able to get into, and finds a stack of cheaply printed photos, the kind he hasn't seen since he was a kid. The kind you have printed at a CVS.
He pauses, bag still slung over his shoulder, before he carefully picks up the small stack.
They're of him. All of them, of him. Some of him walking to work. Some of him in triage, when he's been assigned to chairs. Some, clearly taken through the front window of their home.
In one, he's sitting in Robby's lap at the kitchen table, legs swung over the man. He's being carefully fed mouthfuls of ice-cream. His cheeks flush a deep red. That was last night. He can still taste the vanilla, the way it mixed with the taste of Robby's tongue when the man followed up every few bites with a kiss.
Fuck. That's an obscene looking photo. That wasn't meant to be for anyone's eyes but their own. It's private. His … relationship, with them, is private. Except here it is, in full colour, in his shaking hand.
Someone is watching him, closely. He can't kid himself. He knows exactly who it is, and he's pretty sure he knows what they want.
He should tell someone.
Maybe he can't handle this, actually. Maybe - he needs help.
He never gets the chance. By the time he's closing the locker, making his way out to admit, he feels a sharp smack at the back of his head, and then -
Nothing.
When he comes to, he's in a hospital bed. He aches, all over. Everything hurts. What the fuck has happened? He remembers … oh, shit. Photos. Pain.
"Mrgh," he tries, but his throat is scratchy and it hurts. His head is thumping, the worst fucking headache he's ever had. Trying to open his eyes is a no-go. He gets one tiny sliver of blinding light, and groans, closing them again.
"Oh, fuck," he hears, an exhale beside him, and then there's a warm hand in his own. It's familiar. Comforting. "Baby?"
He's dizzy, now that he's awake. Dizzy, and - nauseous. He opens his mouth to try to speak again, but a deep retch is all he gets. He can feel, rather than see, the emesis basin shoved under his mouth, just in time, before he heaves his guts up, messy.
"That's it, it's okay, sweetheart," murmurs the voice, and then there's another hand at his forehead, sweeping his hair back out of the way. It doesn't help the throb, but he doesn't pull away. "Get it all up, you're okay."
His ribs ache from the heaving, and - well, it must be something else, because he wouldn't hurt this bad just from puking.
He manages, just barely, to crack open one eye.
Light. So much light. But through the light, the vague shapes of -
Oh. It's Robby, on his left, and he looks … wrecked.
"D'dy?" he croaks, and - well, not the name he'd meant to use, but it's the one slipping from his chapped lips.
"Yeah, baby, it's Daddy," Robby murmurs, leaning in to wipe at his mouth gently with a warm cloth. "You're in the ER, kid."
No fucking duh.
"I work here," he manages, and a laugh barks out from his other side. He can't move, not without maybe puking again, but it's okay, he knows that laugh. Jack.
"You're a patient, little one," Jack tells him, voice low. Is there anyone else here? He doesn't know. "You got beat down pretty fucking bad."
Ah. So that's why everything hurts. He peels open the other eye, winces, and the room comes into focus. Jack's sitting on his right. His right hand is wrapped in white gauze, through which Dennis can see dark red seeping through slowly.
"Wh - "
"You got jumped, Dennis," Robby tells him, very quietly.
Dennis can't see anyone else in here. No nurses. Just the steady blip of a vitals monitor, and two men who seem … very upset. That's good. No-one else to see them treating him like … this.
"Exactly when were you going to tell us about your stalker."
The steel in Jack's voice tells Dennis that he was right about who had attacked him. And that he was in big trouble.
"Wasn't - I thought I could - "
He can't finish. His throat rasps and cracks, and he has to gulp down a mouthful of water that Robby hands him.
"You thought you could what? Deal with it? By yourself? Are you fucking insane?" Jack continues, in a low snarl.
Dennis can't help but flinch from it. He hurts. He's in pain, he wants to go back to sleep, why do they have to be yelling at him right now?
"Was gonna," he groans. "Didn't wanna bother you."
There's a long pause, and the two men share a dark look over his head.
"A man beats you half to death, but you didn't want to bother us," Robby says. Now he sounds pissed, too. "Jesus, baby. Do you have any idea what - we could have stopped this."
They probably could have, if he'd told them about what was happening. There'd be no need for him to be laid up in a gurney, aching.
But …
Feeling like a burden isn't something that just goes away.
"How bad'sit?" he asks, wincing as he tries to shift in the bed. Jack's immediately reaching out to prop up his pillow to help.
"Well. You have two broken ribs, a nasty head wound, and probably a concussion," reels off Dana, who's stepping into the room, followed by Mel and Langdon. Great. Fucking Langdon. Now he'll not only have an overprotective Robby, but one who'll be at loggerheads with his practising physician.
"Ouch," he murmurs, and everyone but Mel rolls their eyes. "And the - guy?"
His eyes flick again to Jack's wrapped knuckles.
"In custody," Robby says tightly. "Where he would have been weeks ago if - "
"Okay, enough," Dana cuts him off. "You can go home in an hour or so, kid, once we clear your discharge papers."
Langdon is gently examining the back of his head, which throbs with every little touch.
"Nice job suturing," he murmurs to Mel, who grins.
"Can we make that happen sooner rather than later?" Jack asks, though it's not exactly a question. "We want to take him home."
No matter how long they've been open about it, about them, he'll never quite used to the casual way the two older men throw around their possessiveness of him.
He's discharged within twenty-five minutes, which is more testament to Jack's stubbornness than any inherent efficiency. They wheel him to the car, despite his protests that he can walk just fine.
Walking up the small flight of steps to get home, though, is a little more of a challenge. His ribs ache, and he lets Robby gently prop him up and settle him in a nest of cushions on the sofa.
"You want more painkillers? You wanna go to bed?" the man asks, fussing.
He lets it happen. It's going to happen anyway.
"M'fine," he murmurs, a little bleary. The IV Dilaudid has made him … soft. Fuzzy. "Sorry I didn't - was stupid."
"It was extremely stupid," Jack agrees, setting up beside him and slinging an arm around his shoulders, careful not to jostle him. "And next time someone decides to threaten you, you will …?"
"Fuck him up first," he mutters, which earns him a soft swat against his arm.
"You'll tell your father, and let him deal with it," Jack rumbles, and if Dennis wasn't kind of still in pain and really tired, he might chase the thread of pleasure that sparks.
As it is, all he can do is let his eyes flutter closed, and listen the sound of them murmuring over his head.
if robby doesn't get to kiss dennis at least 30 to 50 times a day, he starts getting snappy and people are like. uh oh. someone find dennis. he needs some dennis time.
and so dennis will then spend ten minutes gently being kissed by robby in the breakroom until his older boyfriend is back smiling again, and being boss they know and love. robby loves dennis time.
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