college dropout

(re)becca, (she/they/he), 21, lost in da pitt (mdni)

[bexie-n-things]

i’m probably gonna pin this but since this is my side-blog, my likes and asks that might be sent in are under my main blog (dooodle-pooodle).

i hate that i can’t make my side blog my main account and i’m not going through the mess of transferring.

so, in the future if you see dooodle-pooodle and a profile pic of this:

it’s me :)

[bexie-n-things]

late night post, but would anyone be down if dennis were to be trans (ftm) for a star wars crossover i'm currently brewing?

just have stuff on my mind and can't really tell anyone, so the only way is to make dennis go through it, too—for emotional support.

[puppydogwhitaker]

dennis was dating robby. dennis was also dating jack. jack and robby were not dating each other. it was just a coincidence that they both liked dennis, and neither wanted their friend to be denied the chance at having him.

dennis spent his days off with jack, and he spent his quiet nights with robby. it was nice. one time, jack came over and watched the game when dennis was over at robby’s. they were still friends, after all.

dennis loved it.

when he was done cleaning up after dinner, he slotted into the space they’d left between them. he had an arm around his shoulder and a hand on his thigh. during the fourth quarter, he put his legs on robby’s lap and his head on jack’s chest. they were talking quietly over his slumped form, just shooting the shit.

he fell asleep with the thought of just how nice it was to watch them be together.

they asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he said dinner with the two of them. he didn’t even need to explain or beg, they were fine with that. it certainly wasn’t a hardship to have dinner with a friend.

when they went back to jack’s for cake because it was closer, robby realized there was a sticking point. who did dennis want to spend the night with? how would they navigate those feelings?

all three of them were in the kitchen, with dennis sitting at the island and his two boyfriends standing side-by-side in front of him. jack, who had been thinking about the predicament all night, softly asked dennis, “what else does the birthday boy want?”

dennis pushed out his bottom lip the way he knew robby liked. “i have an idea…but it’s kinda a lot.” he grabbed the bottom of jack’s shirt to play with. dennis made his eyes real big and looked up at robby.

robby fell for it all. “i’m sure we could work something out.” jack and robby were both willing to sleep on the couch while the other one had dennis in jack’s bedroom. maybe one of them could have tonight and the other one get the morning? they weren’t new to hand offs.

“i…” dennis trailed off in fake trepidation. they responded to a specific type of hesitation, usually. “would you guys kiss? it’s the only present i want.”

[alexisneverokay]

i love my mutuals- they are beacons of sanity, critical thinking and human decency in a cesspit of people who do not possess the ability to read, much less the ability to build an informed thought.

[puppiegracie]

yeah. thinking about how dennis's favorite moment after work is giving himself to robby, settling into the role of being a perfect little pup. sinking to his knees and blinking up at robby with big, desperate eyes, hands folded neatly in his lap.

robby's favorite moment is when he fastens den's leather collar around his pale throat, watching with a small, satisfied grin as his puppy's eyes go all hazy and dumb, slipping deep into that fuzzy headspace of being owned. he tugs lightly at the collar just to hear dennis whimper, already squirming a little, getting wet already.

yeah, you like that, don't you, sweetie? robby pets the back of his knuckles gently against dennis's flushed cheeks, pleased. no more hard work, all you have to do now is be my sweet little fuckpet. fuck, look at you, so fucking dumb for me, practically drooling... who's a good boy? yeah? ohh, is it you? yes you are! open up, puppy, let owner give you your treat.

robby's close-second favorite moment is when his pup has his nose buried in coarse curls, robby's dick stuffed down a tight, warm throat, silken wet walls massaging him so perfectly. dennis beautiful like this, collar sitting pretty around his neck, eyes shining with brimming tears, cheeks flushed and drool slipping down his chin. fuuuck, atta boy.... mmm, owner's favorite little cocksleeve, takin it so well, pup... yeah, aw, that's okay, puppy, you can cry. puppies get so whiny, don't they? gooood boy. <3

[bexie-n-things]

lil semi continuation of this post?

robby loves when dennis cries whenever working his cock into his tight cunt. he loves hearing dennis' choked cries and desperate whines that beg to be filled.

shh, shh, baby boy, it's ok, daddy's here. just let daddy in—juuust like that, good boy. robby often said when buried deep inside dennis' cunt, admiring the small bulge that appear every time.

you see that, puppy? you feel daddy deep inside you? gonna fill my puppy with all his love. he whispered against the shell of dennis' ear, chuckling when dennis' pitiful cries grew weaker with every thrust.

robby loved the way dennis' cries matched each time he thrusted into his boy, the noise choked and barely audible.

but his love for cries grew different when it came to aftercare. robby would often cup his pup's cheeks, brushing the tears away before cupping a large hand over dennis' soft mound.

i know, puppy, i know—daddy's just so big, but i know it just feels so good to have this greedy little hole filled. robby cooed, using his free hand to wipe dennis' tears while two fingers back into his weeping hole.

[puppiegracie]

robby begging for dennis to hurt him when they fuck. trying to use it as a form of self harm. whining and clutching at dennis between sloppy, desperate kisses, pleading hurt me, baby, cmon, fuckin hurt me, rough me up a little, please, I need it—

and dennis immediately stopping, breathing an oh, robby, honey, no, not like that. moving to gather robby up in his arms, petting the back of his head the way robby always does himself when he self-soothes. his heart aches as robby finally breaks down and cries, childlike and hiccupy in the crook of den's neck. not gonna hurt you, okay? not gonna hurt you. you don't deserve that. you don't.

[naturalbloodstained]

Jack who's a soft dom but can also be a little mean sometimes but the moment he sees tears well up in Dennis' eyes he knows he took it too far and goes full on doting mode

[motherofcatsandmess]

Chronically online Dennis vs Old man Robby

Some of the time Dennis tries to commute through reaction pics like he does with his friends.

[orlovbats]

One night, Dennis thinks he must have regressed really, really small because he finds that he cannot understand what Robby is saying to him. He can tell through his tone that his daddy's words are soft and kind, but every word is a garbled secret. It's kind of comforting: He doesn't have to concern himself with what any of Daddy's words mean—he's much too small for that. He likes feeling like a little baby, too young to understand language. It's a calming mindset to sink into. He succumbs to stupidity and lets Daddy dote on him with unintelligible murmurs and whispers.

The next morning, once he emerges from his little headspace, he tells Robby about it. Warm with embarrassment and pleasure, he confesses, "I think I was so tiny I forgot English."

Robby grins at him mischievously. He says a sentence Dennis does not understand, and then, presumably, translates. "I spoke Russian with my grandparents growing up," he explains. "I remember just enough to coo at a baby."

Dennis is amazed. He hadn't known this about Robby at all. "Please never teach me Russian," he asks. "Please only speak to me in Russian when I'm regressed. Please—"

He melts when Robby speaks to him again, his tone indulgently affectionate but his words a complete mystery. He cradles his face, and Dennis gets the sense that maybe he is being talked down to, but, really, he has no idea what Robby might be saying to him—and he loves it.

[lmbibitor]

“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

[skyeedom]

they fucked up | part 1

inspired by a comment on insta by @/a.loveunlaced saying what if Robby mixes up „good job“ + „good boy“ 😈

[motherofcatsandmess]

[motherofcatsandmess]

[drstressball]

The Pitt gets a few new medical students while Robby is gone, and Dennis takes to filling everyone in on who Dr. Robby is and what he’s like.

Only, the med students misunderstand his very generous descriptions of the man and think Whitaker is suffering from a case of missing his boss/husband. Something none of them question because Whitaker gets a bit emotional whenever someone mentions the man. But they’re very curious as to why he gets downright annoyed whenever Dr. Santos questions how he’s getting on with his and Robby’s empty place.

They hope their questions will be answered when Robby returns. But when Dr. Robby eventually gets back from his sabbatical and they tell him his husband has told them a lot about him, they’re further confused when the man asks, “My husband?”

One of the students is smart enough to correct, “Sorry, your boyfriend.”

But when Robby frowns at them, they all slowly turn to Dr. Whitaker and point at him.

One of them even shouts, “Dr. Whitaker, your husband is back!”

And they watch as Dr. Whitaker turns a shade of red they’ve never seen before and Dr. Santos cackles so loud that Dana has to shush her and drag her away.

The med students never really figure Dr. Whitaker and Robby out, but they figure the two are okay. Especially when one of them catches the pair making out in the ambulance bay later that shift.

[motherofcatsandmess]

[hucklenberries]

thinking about post-orgasm bliss with robby still inside of dennis, and dennis is so sated and sleepy, and just about half-aware of the way robby's warm hand sidles up from his hip before cupping his stomach, dimpling dennis' skin under his palm. he whimpers, shifting, and robby rumbles while pulling dennis even closer, the movement sparking a mute thrum of ache and pleasure.

the new position is a lot comfier and dennis is about to fall asleep when robby nuzzles into him crooning, "must've put a litter in you, baby."

robby's words make dennis jolt, his hole clenching as he breathes in sharply. he tries for a reply, for robby's name or anything at all, but the purr of robby's breath silences his thoughts.

how could robby pass out just like that like he didn't pour gas into the dying fires of dennis' hunger?

dennis gulps, now hyper-aware of the weight of robby's arm around him and robby's almost-flaccid cock still plugging his cum in dennis. there's a new desire that awakens in him and, in the silence, dennis wishes so badly that it would take.