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Of all the plans Robby made for his three-month sabbatical, he never expected to end up on his own doorstep, trying to break into his own house.
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“Please don’t tell me the first person who ever touched your dick was Dr. Robby.”
“Um.” He coughs.
“Oh my god I’m gonna fucking die.”
Santos tries to solve Whitaker’s sexual hangups. Whitaker tries to save Robby’s soul. Neither initiative goes exactly to plan.
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04 Jun 2026
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“M’not a fucking kid!” Dennis spits.“Stop fucking calling me that.”
On the offensive, and unable to stop, Robby bites back: “Then stop fucking acting like one!”
Dennis slumps back into his chair, seceding silently, eyes glossing. Robby pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Jesus, I— Forget it. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” Robby tells him, pulling his jacket from the back of his chair. “Go home, delete our chat history. This never happened. Don’t ever tell a soul about this.”
Dennis laughs mirthlessly.
Robby is not amused. He zips up his jacket and leans down a little closer to the boy.
“I’m not fucking around, Whitaker. This stays between us. You need to take this to your grave.”
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After a particularly prolonged dry spell, Dennis Whitaker decides to redownload Grindr. He doesn't realize the charming, anonymous, older man he's matched with is his Senior Attending until after they've already gone through a week of digital foreplay. Everything's a lot easier when you can't put a face to a name — or a name to a profile — isn't it?
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12 Apr 2026
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“Omi? It’s the middle of the night. What’re ya doin' ‘ere?”
Kiyoomi’s panting despite not being physically exerted. “Me,” he says.
Atsumu is 一 understandably 一 confused. “Huh?”
Kiyoomi swallows his nerves, refusing to back down now. That would be quitting, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is not a quitter. “Me,” he repeats, more coherently. “I’ll be your fuckbuddy.”
All the sleep leaves Atsumu. His jaw might as well touch the floor with how far it drops. “Huh?”
In a moment of weakened resolve, Kiyoomi offers to become Atsumu's friend with benefits. No strings attached, of course. Cue the circus music.
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10 Apr 2026