sweet boy 🐾

he/him 18+ interaction only!

[angelheartpup]

dennis whitaker fictive, trans man in my late 20s :3

(bodily over 21!)

decided i needed my own space, so moved out of robert’s blog and into my own :) mainly puppy posting and pining after my favorite attending 🩵

sfw + nsfw content including agere and petre

[mustardintheturlet]

I thibk beibg held woukd fix me tbh where my big hairy strong boyfriend at come here pspspsps im desperate i need some man titties to sleep on

[angelheartpup]

literally the babiest puppy in the world. a meeba.

[gayeddies]

i am so tired of never being someone’s property

[gayeddies]

PRIORITY

[angelheartpup]

someone tell me not to buy a kennel for myself

[alexisneverokay]

robby isn't blind. he knows his little puppy likes to suckle on things when he starts feeling small, even though when they'd spoken about dennis's baby pup headspace his boy hadn't mentioned wanting anything specific for it. however, robby thought it would probably be a good idea.

he didn't like the way dennis would suck on his fingers or his stuffed animals, and he was worried about the germs his baby might ingest. no good. he was perfectly okay with offering dennis his fingers to suck on, but that was because he could carefully clean his hands before, and would know it was safe- dennis's fingers? no. he didn't know where those mucky paws had been.

so the progression to him being sat up in bed, dennis curled into his side sleeping as he browsed on his laptop for pacifiers, felt natural. he spent a long time on the website, meticulously choosing the ones his denny might like best- eventually, he settled on three. one was dark blue and covered in little silver stars and moons, another was baby blue and plain, and the third had a little doggy bone on it, complete with a cartoon puppy sitting cutely. perfect.

looking down at the pup snuggled up to him, robby had to resist a bout of cuteness based aggression thinking about how denny would look sat in bed, eyes wide and pacifier bobbing in his mouth as he suckled away. he kissed dennis's head gently and cooed when he whimpered in his sleep and snuffled.

hopefully his baby liked them.

***

he surprised his puppy with them, in the end. it had been a while since he was last small, the last week or so having had him in normal, playful puppyspace, which was entirely different. when he finally slipped into the headspace of a little baby pup, he ended up going deeper than usual.

robby cuddled him close as he tried to gently prise the fin of his stuffed shark from his mouth, dennis crying out pitifully as his comfort item to suckle on was removed. robby tried to rock and shush him as he brought one of the clean pacifiers out from the bedside draw, but the puppy was still mewling in sadness, mouth making the phantom action as if something was still in it.

he grabbed the pacifier with stars and moons, and introduced it to the crying bundle in his arms by rubbing the teat against his bottom lip, seeing if his baby was interested. he was.

as soon as dennis felt the soft, malleable rubber touch his mouth, he clamped on, pulling it fully into his mouth with a happy, contented sigh. robby watched in delight as his puppy immediately began to suckle with gusto, blue plastic bobbing in time with his sucks. his eyes had already started to drift closed, and robby could've cried at how cute he was.

it just looked... right, to have dennis tucked into his chest, head supported on his pec, eyes closed and mouth fully occupied with something to soothe him. keeping one arm on the back of his baby's head to stabilise him, robby reached back to the draw and pulled out a pacifier clip to stop the little one from having the new comfort item get lost should it fall from his mouth as he slept.

he clipped one end to the ring on the pacifier, and clipped the other to dennis's collar, making sure it could never fall far. oh, how sweet he looked, his baby and his puppy, fresh from the litter in this headspace, relying on robby, his daddy and owner, for absolutely everything. he couldn't even roll over well without robby's help, and the older man held his puppy close. his goodest, sweetest boy. the most beautiful little thing the world had to offer, and he belonged to him. god.

robby leant back against the headboard, dennis still snuggled on his chest and now sleeping soundly, and listened to the only noises in the room- his and dennis's soft breaths, and the rhythmic suckle coming from his baby as he let the pacifier ground him.

oh, his little puppy was everything to him. he was going to keep this precious little one safe forever. he wondered how many more pacifiers and toys his boy might want...

[alexisneverokay]

robby ends up buying a rocking chair for his house because sometimes the only way to get his little baby puppy to sleep is with movement. his first instinct, with being faced with a fussy little pup who couldn't settle, was to walk to and fro in the house, bouncing dennis in his arms, but his back wasn't up to that.

hence the rocking chair. it soon becomes a firm favourite with robby and dennis alike, robby obsessed with the way he could have his pup snuggled into his chest and curled into his lap, all while letting the baby suck on a warm bottle of milk to make his belly full and happy, *and* while providing the movement dennis craved in order to drift off.

dennis was similarly pleased, not that he could express it in any more than weak little puppy whines and mewls in this headspace, entranced with the way his daddy could do everything at once. daddy was holding him safe and warm, and feeding his hungry tummy, and swaying him until everything went even fuzzier and he slept.

even at robby's fifty ish years old, the chair was reclined enough and plush enough that he could manage a night in there every so often. there was such a luxury in not moving his baby at all as he slipped the empty bottles teat from the puppys mouth and replaced it with a pacifier before the little one could even wrinkle his nose in displeasure.

it felt so right to cover him and his baby with a blanket as they swayed in the chair, puppy happily suckling on his pacifier as he whimpered and snuggled closer to his daddys neck. it was all just perfect, daddy and his little pup, warm and safe and fed and sleepy. the best place on earth.

[alexisneverokay]

baby puppy dennis who falls into the young headspace for the first time without realising what's going on... he's just having in a nice time in his normal puppy headspace, dozing happily in one of the large dog beds robby keeps around for him, wearing nothing but his collar. robby is away in another room, preparing something in the kitchen for his pup to eat, no idea that anything out of the ordinary is happening.

dennis starts feeling a bit odd, little by little. his head is always fuzzy in puppyspace, and he likes the way it lets him float, but today the static is louder. it's louder and fuzzier and he's even less able to latch on to a thought and follow it. the few words he retains usually have disappeared. where his pup brain normally plays a loop of daddy, robby, play, food, play, daddy, bite!, now it's just a repeating, daddy, daddy, robby?, daddy, daddy?

the pup isnt sure what's going on. he feels anxiety start to twist in his stomach, but he can't work out what that means. all he knows now is that something is wrong, he's too fuzzy, he just wants daddy. where is daddy? he will make it better, he will keep the puppy safe and warm. daddy?

from his place laying down, he tries to let out a bark to call robby over, but for some reason his voice isn't strong and sharp like usual, and all he can get out is a sad, high pitched whine. robby can't hear it from the kitchen. dennis stays in his bed, waiting for daddy to answer the puppy and come running, but no footsteps approach. his panic increases. he doesn't know where daddy is, he's been abandoned, he can't even bark.

all his normal puppy thoughts are gone and his daddy isn't here and he's floaty and scared, and he really wants a cuddle. he eventually wriggles enough to try and crawl to find robby, down in another room, but he doesn't seem to remember how to use his limbs quite right. they aren't very strong and wobble as soon as he gets to his knees.

he takes one cautious step forwards before the little puppy is sent tumbling to the ground, arms and legs collapsing and letting out a scared and pained yelp as his face hits the floor. the puppy starts to cry then, not knowing why or how he's feeling so very, very, small. he wants daddy. where is he? his eyes feel heavy too, why is he so sleepy? he wants daddy, and keeps crying.

in the kitchen, robby hears the clatter and yelp, and freezes. that was dennis! what was his puppy doing? he put down the pan immediately and hurried down the corridor to the living room.

when he rounded the corner, he was on his knees in a moment, shocked and heartbroken at the scene that waited for him. his puppy was in a heap on the hardwood floor, just out of his bed, and was crying in such a way that he sounded so small. his cries were so weak and high that he sounded like a baby, unable to tell what was needed to soothe him.

he put his hands under the puppy's arms, and hoisted dennis into his lap, moving the pair to the sofa. dennis recognised his daddy's heartbeat and smell and warmth, and buried his face into his neck to the best of his limited ability, still sniffling. his arms and legs weren't much use, and his head felt so heavy on his shoulders that letting it flop onto robby felt just right. now he was safe.

robby noticed that his puppy didn't seem able to hold his own head up, nor move his arms and legs too well, though there was nothing wrong with the sensation in them. his cries and whines also seemed.... so young... he wasn't bouncy and playful like usual. he had a slight suspicion of what was happening.

"heyyyyyy, heyy baby boy, hey puppy, what's up? daddy heard you fall, sweetie. oh, and all these tears... you're okay little pup. you're safe now."

he tested out the "little pup" to see how his boy reacted, gently swaying dennis's small figure in his arms and cooing at him. he seemed sleepy, he seemed... young. like a baby, like he was struggling with thinking or moving or.... anything- his usual puppy repertoire seemed gone.

dennis heard his daddy talk, but he couldn't understand the words. he felt good though, daddy was rocking him, and his voice was nice. he felt warm, and safe. he tried to yip, but the only sound he made was barely a squeak, reedy and small. his head was like lead, kept up by robby's chest and nothing more. he let his eyes close as he chewed on his lip.

that settled it for robby- that "yip" sounded identical to the noises that pups fresh from the litter were limited to, when their legs were weak, heads heavy and eyes closed. his puppy was very, very small. he had a little baby in his arms. he was shocked that it felt so natural, and that having his tiny puppy cuddled close to him was so perfect.

"ohhh, baby boy, sweet puppy... you're my little tiny baby, aren't you denny? daddy's baby boy? that's okay, little one. you're okay. shall we have a nap now, yeah? a nice nap to let my puppy rest his heavy head? and then we'll talk later. sleepy time now, baby."

the puppy in his arms seemed to agree, if the weak coo and huff of breath were anything to go by. dennis couldn't shuffle or move anymore, too deep down to even try, but now the panic in his head had been completely replaced by daddy, daddy, sleepy, daddy, safe...

robby continued to rock and pet his baby pup, cooing until he was sure denny was fast asleep, so peaceful and calm. oh boy. now he had a tiny baby on his hands, not just a pup. he wasn't complaining though, the image of dennis nestled on his chest, fully reliant and calm as he slept, was one that filled Robby's heart with so much love he thought he might cry.

this was his tiny baby pup. the smallest thing he'd ever seen, the sweetest thing he'd ever seen, the loveliest, tiniest thing. his baby. oh, he was going to have a lovely time picking out all the toys in the world for this little one, his little denny. his baby.

[puppiegracie]

Robby is sitting on the couch reading and Dennis crawls into his lap and slumps all his weight on Robby, huffing that dramatic puppy sigh (you know the one.) and Robby is chuckling at his endearing little guy, petting his hair as Dennis whines and nuzzles into the touch, eyes closed. I've got a tired puppy on my hands, huh?

[angelheartpup]

sleepy morning cockwarming ohhh…just wanna be daddy’s boy :(( laying on. his chest half asleep while he reads or scrolls through the news on his phone, all full of his love, don’t even need my collar yet ‘cause i already know i’m so safe and kept and loved and i belong to daddy forever ouhhh

[d0ggycomplex]

being sick makes me delirious n then all i can think abt is daddy telling me to “open wide n take my medicine” while he cums into my mouth ><

[cokezerovape]

[nothingbutaspeckofdust]

Something something ftm Dennis Whitaker cockwarming Robby while he reviews his emails at his desk while wearing his slutty little glasses. Whining because he desperately wants to bounce on that dick til kingdom come, but Robby has one arm around his waist, holding him down to the point where the poor boy can’t even grind properly to get himself off.

He refuses to even kiss him, not because he wants to punish Dennis, but because he’s teaching him patience. And it’s only when he finally gets tired of the rhythmic clenching of Dennis’s cunt (and all the headache inducing emails— a majority of them from Gloria) does he shut the laptop, lean back slightly in his chair, plant his feet, and buck up into the younger man who lets out the most pathetic choked noise, followed by a keening sound that will surely get a complaint from the neighbors.

The sex is rough, Robby lifting him slowly with surprising strength, then slamming him down til the head of his cock bullies Dennis’s cervix, forcing breathy ‘Oh god!’s and ‘please!please!please!’ out of him while tears stream down his cheeks and his pussy makes the most embarrassing squelching sounds known to man.

The familiar heat licks all throughout his body and when the buildup crests into a mind-numbing orgasm, his legs all but give out entirely as Robby continues his assault, fucking him rough and rubbing Dennis’s t-dick in tight, sloppy circles, with every intention of wringing out another one. ‘Come on, sweetheart. Be a good boy for me.’ ‘I know, I know. My best boy. Doing so well for me. Fuck!’

And when Robby cums in his boy, Dennis’s sobs turn violent from overstimulation and his release mixes with Robby’s, dripping from where they’re connected.

Who knew that the phrase “good things come to those who wait” was actually true, and, in Dennis’s case, completely worth the thirty-seven minutes of torture.

[angelheartpup]

wiggling around on my back wondering if robby would like my new tattoo

[angelheartpup]

also i’m pretty sure at least part of the reason it was so painless was because my brain was fuzzing out at the feeling…nnn

[angelheartpup]

And now i’m sleepy i think i need aftercare pleaaase :-)

[angelheartpup]

wiggling around on my back wondering if robby would like my new tattoo

[angelheartpup]

also i’m pretty sure at least part of the reason it was so painless was because my brain was fuzzing out at the feeling…nnn

[angelheartpup]

wiggling around on my back wondering if robby would like my new tattoo

[chasing--coyotes]

Puppy Dennis that whines whenever his owners leave the house without him. He should come too! They always did things together!

He whines and paces, he is too much of a good boy to chew on anything or cause any destruction. So instead he brings things that remind him of them in his kennel. Robby’s hoodie, Jacks military shirt, things they loved so he loved too.

By the time they get home he is just snoozin away wrapped up in their things in his kennel.