#HuckleRobby Omegaverse! When Dennis was in medical school, he couldn't help but purr whenever he held the baby mannequins. He couldn't stop it: feeling such a strong attachment was simply hardwired into his biology. During his pediatrics rotations, he had to be pulled away from a newborn pup; he hadn't wanted to let him go, and it nearly caused a major incident. He ended up having to apologize a million times to the omega whose baby he had almost "stolen." In the emergency room, he prefers to avoid cases involving pups for that very same reason. He feels as though he was born with an excessive, innate attachment to little ones—perhaps he’s a "defective" omega. This intense and instinctive need to protect other people's babies fades once Robby gets him pregnant and they have a child of their own. Naturally, his whole heart—and all his purrs—are now poured into his pup, who only has a tiny tuft of blonde hair on his small head and a pair of little hazel eyes. "You’re a good omega, Dennis—you always have been," Robby whispers, kissing his forehead, while the baby coos, realizing he has been born into a home overflowing with love.

#hucklerobby (Nsfw) Robby returns from his sabbatical on a rainy night. It’s late, and he doesn’t see any lights on. Perhaps Whitaker has already gone home. Or maybe he never stayed there at all. As he makes his way through the darkened house, he brushes the rain from his hair—until he hears a moan. Reaching the master bedroom, he freezes in his tracks: Dennis Whitaker is there in the dark, sitting on the bed, completely naked and using a Fleshlight—the very one Robby keeps under his own bed. The young man moans, thrusting desperately into the sex toy. His eyes are shut tight, and sweat beads on his forehead. He’s so clumsy and inexperienced that Robby feels a surge of genuine curiosity, followed by a mischievous thought. He steps forward, startling Dennis. "Fuck—shit! Robby!" Dennis exclaims, pulling away from the toy and scrambling to cover himself with the blankets. But Robby is already kicking off his boots and pulling off his trousers. "Robby?!" Dennis asks, alarmed, as his boss practically lunges onto the bed beside him. Robby takes Dennis’s chin in his hand and kisses him deeply. His sweet resident doesn’t resist, letting Robby’s tongue explore his mouth. Robby slides his own underwear down, revealing his erect cock. "Show me how you fuck my toy." "B-but..." "Do it. I want to see how you’d fuck me, sweetheart." Dennis swallows hard, then nods, picking up the toy and thrusting into it once more. He never expected, however, that Robby would find a way to wedge himself into the tight silicone. They begin to thrust in rhythm, and soon, Robby grips Dennis’s bare cheeks with both hands, pulling him even closer. Dennis drools against Robby’s shoulder, soaking his shirt, until he finally climaxes. The man let out a loud laugh at how precocious and adorable his favorite resident was. Still, he deserved to reach his own climax, too. He held Dennis firmly, driving his hips forward again and again against the other man’s penis, which was already beginning to go soft. Robby inhaled the scent of the curls behind Dennis’s ear, finding his release fueled by nothing more than the fragrance of his shampoo. Strands of semen dripped down the sex toy as he rolled his eyes back. He had just lost a bet with Jack.