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@dumbbblondeeeee
hello!
she/her, 18, i mainly post da pitt, slushy noobz, and a few other things…
get to know me, i love meeting ppl😛
-leave if u don’t like anything
-keep it a safe space for everyone
-nsfw 18+ (no minors, gtfo)
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back appreciation post - Shawn Hatosy
“fuck the police”
YEAH BUDDY IM TRYING
i just wanna hold his chubby cheeks in my hands and kiss him all over his stupid face while i give him a RIDE
IM NOT CELEBRATING UR WEIGHT LOSS! bitch i wanted to fuck u when u was fat 😒
spoiled dennis who gets his own makeup room when he moves in with jack and robby.
they see his pitiful zip lock bag with over-tired products past their expiration date and their hearts break.
the in home gym is gone immediately, not that anyone but jack really used it (bar the occasional roleplay).
the new vanity arrives with next day delivery and the makeup shopping spree is enough to bankrupt a lesser man.
the entire time dennis is flushed red, denying the older couple from putting something new in the cart and then growing warm in his tummy at being subsequently ignored.
the boy blooms in his new setup, trying more and more elaborate makeup looks all while perfecting his everyday style. he's happier than he's ever been, the weight of his hobby being hidden now lifted.
the new confidence infects the whole house in waves, dennis bringing his more feminine side into the bedroom and Jack and Robby quick to respond whenever they're called to.
the amount of times the trio have had filthy sex on the small couch in the makeup room is insane.
The older pair have been pavloved into getting hard whenever dennis calls them into the room to look at his latest makeup attempt.
they've taken to just throwing the pillowcases covered in mascara blush and lipstick into the trash instead of washing them.
yeah I just know robby loves watching dennis get off.
dennis thought he had to put on a show the first time— spread his legs wide and bite his lip, slowly fuck himself open on his fingers— but no, that's not what robby wants. robby wants real, wants him, exactly what he does when he's alone.
his cheeks burn at robby's molten, intense gaze, sitting back in a chair with a hand resting over his bulge. not stroking himself, barely palming himself, more focused on his sweet pup getting all flustered. dennis swallows thickly as he grabs robby's pillow, sets it on the bed, mounts it. robby grins. theere you go, puppy. need something to hump, huh? cute little puppyhumps? shit, cmon, baby, show me...
dennis whimpering as he drags his hips against the pillow, a wet spot growing on the crotch of his briefs, damp with slick. his tdick is hard and pulsing against the fabric, the friction against it so deliciously good. when he presses down a little harder his mouth pops open in a gasp, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine, making him arch.
he gets desperate enough to lose his self consciousness, start humping in earnest, little yelps spilling from his pretty mouth with each desperate fuck of his hips against the pillow, chasing the pleasure. awww, does that feel so good? yeah? yeah? what a good boy!!! making your cute little puppyparts all drooly against daddy's pillow, huh? fuuuck, gonna smell just like that sweet cunt... keep going, gooood boy...
the praise makes him feel dizzy, stupid, too weak to stay upright. it always ends up like this, him shifting to his side, curled up fetal with the pillow still tucked firmly between his legs, hips working fast and desperate against it. the noises hiccuping out of him are downright pitiful, pathetic, little yips and cries and high-pitched moans. he's daddy's good boy, he's a good boy... and oh, fuck, fuck, the friction is sooo good against his sensitive little puppyparts, making his hole clench and flutter around the emptiness, tdick throbbing, making him even dizzier.
he cums with a bitten-off whine, panting hard, hips stilling their grind as he twitches and whimpers through the aftershocks. he can only manage a weak moan as his owner takes the pillow out from between his legs, pushing him to his stomach and pulling his hips up for access. the stretch of daddy's cock makes him flail and sob, burning so sweet, filling him aalll the way up. pleasure burns hot in his stomach as robby starts to pump in and out of his puffy pussy, fucking him hard and deep, making him drool into the sheets.
aww, what a messy pup... shh, shh, shh, puppy, just let me in, you're okay... such a good boy, humping my pillow, dirty, desperate little thing. my stupid little mutt, huh? my precious, dumb puppy? yeahh, you like being stupid for me... like being a dumb, pliant little fuckpet, huh? fuuuck, squeezing me so goddamn tight... little puppyparts don't wanna let daddy go, hmm? noo, I know, I knoww... gooood boy, good puppyy.
I could watch shawn kiss forever
Southland Season 1 Episode 1 "Unknown Trouble"
The Pitt staff are out drinking, for someone's birthday maybe, and Dennis is drunk.
He's loudly complaining about his love life to Trin (who'd of course been bragging about her's) only, with how close the two of them have become, he's not exactly holding back on details.
"Uuuuuggh. S'not fair," He groans, head on the table they're sat at, the rest of the staff scattered around the floor of the club.
Trinity pats his shoulder commiseratingly, just a tad uncoordinated.
"You'll find some hot older guy to tell you what to do and kiss you about it don't worry Huckleberry. You're a catch!" She insists.
Dennis just groans again.
"But I've already got that! Just without the kissing. I'd let them clicker train me like a dog," his voice turns wistful.
Trinity smacks him upside the head. Gently...ish.
"Let them. Sure. Beg for it more like you kinky little shit. Come on, we should probably find a ride home. You're like, wasted."
A throat clears beside their table.
"I can drive you both," Jack fucking Abbot smiles down at them, eyes locked on Dennis as his head shoots up and cheeks go pink.
Trinity does not hold back her giggles, agreeing to the ride on Dennis's behalf.
She's able to walk by herself, even if her steps are wobbly, but Huckleberry is like a baby deer when he tries to stand. Trinity would be impressed by his manipulation if it wasn't clear he's genuinely just that drunk.
But strategic stumble or not, Dr Abbot wastes no time in leaning down and helping Dennis up. Keeping an arm around his waist, he pulls the boy into his side and Dennis can't resist flopping his head into the junction where his neck meets his shoulder. He can feel the vibration of Jack chuckling and would blush if he wasn't already red-cheeked.
They're led not to the exit, but over to Dr Robby and Dennis is willing to let himself die right there because of course his married attendings would be going home together.
Unlike Jack, Robby has been drinking, though not as much as Dennis. Still, his guard is down a little more than usual and he takes hold of Dennis's chin to move his head around a little, checking his eyes in the shitty club lights with a hint of concern.
"He's just drunk, Mikey," Jack reassures and Robby hums, tucking Dennis's head back to its resting place before running his fingers through his soft curls.
Dennis isn't going to survive.
He's going to spontaneously combust.
He doesn't realise Jack is trying to walk with him again until the man's head lowers to speak softly near Dennis's ear.
"Come on, sweetheart let's go."
Dennis moves his feet.
And then. And then Jack makes a noise. Two clicks with his mouth.
"Atta boy."
Fuck
pt.2 you heathens
Dennis with no gag reflex…. Dennis not even realizing that fact until embarrassingly late in life, and not even while doing anything sexy.
Dennis whose sexual experiences are few and far between. Dennis who has never had the opportunity to choke on someone’s cock before…
Queue Robby trying to be so slow and gentle the first time Dennis asks if he can suck him off. (The lack of gag reflex honestly hadn’t even crossed Dennis’ mind.)
Robby carefully guiding the tip of his cock into Dennis’ open, eager mouth, assuring him they can take it as slow as Dennis needs.
Dennis doesn’t want slow, though.
Robby won’t stop talking, trying to check in, trying to assure him that he isn’t expecting anything mind blowing (hah) and that they’re just… trying things out.
Except Dennis fucking loves it. Loves the weight of Robby’s cock on his tongue, the taste of him, all of it. He’s over eager, even, trying to take more of Robby’s cock into his mouth while he’s knelt between Robby’s thighs.
Robby flushed and panting, his hand curled loosely in Dennis’ hair while he tries to tell him to slow down— he doesn’t want to hurt him, it’s sweet, really. but then Dennis is taking Robby into his throat like he was fucking made for it, moaning and drooling around the thick cock in his mouth, and Robby almost blacks out he’s so fucking turned on.
Later, much later, after Dennis has thoroughly fucked his face with Robby’s cock until he finally came down his throat, Dennis admits that he forgot he doesn’t have a gag reflex.
Robby is pretty sure he would be hard again from that admission alone, if he could.
Trans Dennis swearing that he was on the pill before letting Robby cum in him..
Almost a month later Robby realizes Dennis lied as the second line starts to appear on that little test.
annoying ass woke gay couple. vegan and you KNOW they vote green
the pitt couldn't handle the combined power of their east asian swag
After Dennis moves in Trinity notices that he only owned one pair of old black basketball shorts that were covered in holes with stitches fraying at the edges and covered in stains of whatever liquid or secretion managed to drip onto them. So Trinity decides to give Dennis some of her shorts so he doesn’t overheat in the coming summer especially since it was already in the 70-80s this month. One of these pairs was a very short pair of those 80s gym shorts that she ordered and didn’t wear because of their bright blue color.
So one day during a heatwave when both herself and Dennis was off she posted a photo of both her and Dennis on Instagram.(image description: Trinity sits on the floor leaning onto the couch next to a fan. She is dressed in a black sports bra with a pair of red basketball shorts. Dennis is dressed in the short bright blue shorts with the top of his boxers peaking out from the top of the shorts. He is also shirtless giving an excellent very of his farmboy muscles and is laying on the floor with one of his wrists wiping his brow displaying his biceps. The post has the words "FUCK SUMMER" splayed across the screen.)
at the pitt
Javadi is finishing charting when she notices a buzz in her pocket she opens her phone and clicks on the notification from Instagram. She opens it to see both Trinity and Dennis positioned on the floor bothered by the heat. She suddenly feels a presence behind her and turns around to see Dr.Mckay peeking over her shoulder. Cassie then exclaims “Wow, Whitakers built!”. This draws the attention of Princess and Perlah who immediately rush over to look at Javadi’s phone. Princess and Perlah both after seeing the photo start gossiping. Eventually Robby comes over to get everyone back to work. When he is shown the picture by Princess with the words “Look at your farm boy, Robby!”. Whenever Robby takes the phone from Princess’ hand he views the glorious sight of what is Dennis Whitaker with his short shorts and farmboy muscles and his golden curls. Robby just stares until Javadi asks for her phone back and he hands it over then commands them to get back to work.
later that night
Robby is laying in his bed trying to go to sleep (like he’s been doing for the past two hours thanks insomnia) until he hears his phone buzz when he checks its a text from Jack. He clicks on the text and notices he was sent the picture from earlier with another text from Jack saying “I want him to crush my head between those thighs”. Robby immediately gets hard continues to roll around thinking about that picture all night and only ends up getting around four hours of sleep.
au where dennis runs away from nebraska and meets robby while hitchhiking
Dennis likes to dress fashionably skimpy when he goes out.
He got mini-shorts and crop-tops and mesh tops and he wears them when they go out but never when it’s with some of the Pitt’s crew. He doesn’t care when it’s with the girls but he’s not completely comfortable with some of his coworkers seeing him like that.
And that’s why Abbot’s eyebrows shoot up when he looks over Ellis’ shoulder as she called him over with a "Boss, you gotta see this" and he sees her phone opened on Santos’ last insta post: on the picture, Dennis Whitaker, tongue out as he posed for the pic, in shorts and bare chested, an oversized knitted top more of an accessoire, soft muscles and biceps on display.
Shen speaks up from beside Jack "Damn who knew he had nipple piercings."
Jack looks back and damn, yeah, that’s hot.
When he got home, Jack reminded himself he was an old pervert as he stared at the picture.
dennis had never fully given into his heats.
even his first one, he knew what he was supposed to do. he prayed. and when his thoughts diverged from piety, he prayed more.
he didn’t use toys, he certainly didn’t have a partner, he didn’t even nest during it. this was an omega’s cross to bare, it wasn’t supposed to be warm or comfortable.
dennis didn’t think that way anymore. dennis started using birth control to suppress them for a while. it wasn’t safe to have a heat when he didn’t have stable housing. so the first time he well and truly gave into it was his intern year.
he’d applied for leave, trinity was going to stay with garcia, he’d even bought toys. dennis was prepared to finally feel good, to not self flagellate about it.
it turned out that giving into it, meant fantasizing about his bosses.
dennis’s mind just...went to them. it couldn’t be helped. he started slicking up and feeling hot and suddenly robby popped into his mind. robby would slide off his clothes and coo at him. such a good omega for me. doing so well. i know, i know, just be patient.
and where robby was, abbot usually followed. in dennis’s head, abbot was rougher. he would hold dennis’s hips down and press into him with few warnings. so wet for me. you need it, huh? you need it so bad? tell me how you need it.
dennis fucked himself on that knotting dildo for two days and nights, imagining his attendings taking turns with him, and when he came back to work, he could barely look them in the eyes.
dennis could do pretty fine during traumas, but in casual conversation? he just kept thinking about the things they did to him in his mind, how he lived in a surreal fantasy for forty-eight hours where he was completely owned by them.
dennis could hardly believe himself. he figured he’d think of a celebrity or some nebulous, faceless alpha.
his mother was right, it only caused problems when you gave in.
