Sadly Needed New Pitt Blog

My other Pitt blog was soft blocked. Wasn’t an issue when I wasn’t so obsessed with the fandom lmao

[puppiegracie]

I luv playing pitt puppy perverts with u guys

[splattsmatt]

i love it whenever trin makes robby think dennis wants food but its actually just her

(but robby caught on ofc but still does it cuz he doesn’t wanna be at the end of her wrath lol)

[alexisneverokay]

hybrid dennis and thunderstorms are *not* a good combination. at all. his hearing is far better than a non hybrids, and coupled with his puppy-like anxiety of the unknown, it leaves him utterly petrified and with his sensitive ears hurting from the noise.

robby becomes his lifeline. the first time there's a bad storm after they get together, robby had been out at the shops, dennis content to lounge around and chew at a couple of his toys at home, not really interested in going out that day. the storm had rolled in quickly, and by the time the pup's hairs on the back of his neck had begun to stand up, the rain was already hammering against the glass and the clouds were so dark it seemed like evening.

he'd frozen, ears plastered to his head in terror, when the first crack of thunder rumbled through the city, bouncing around his ear drums and making them ring. he'd let out pitiful whines and whimpers, calling for robby in every subconscious way he knew, before he dropped to the floor and wedged himself under the sofa, paws clamped over his head to muffle the scary noises.

that was where robby had found him some minutes later when he'd returned. he'd been alerted by the trembling cries coming from under the furniture, and an absence of his puppy from his usual lounging spot on the rug. it was heartbreaking.

his boy had been curled in a ball with his tail between his legs and with tears streaking down his face in fear, and when robby crouched down to meet his eyes, he'd suddenly had an armful of sobbing, petrified hybrid clinging to him for safety. every time the thunder cracked, dennis had pressed himself closer and robby had rocked him while cooing. it had taken several hours before denny had calmed enough to carry him to bed.

these days, robby was prepared. he had the weather app alert him whenever a storm was possible, and he'd puppy-proof the house. as soon as the clouds began to gather, he'd shut and lock every window and outside door, and draw every set of curtains. not being able to see the dark clouds helped his pup a lot, and it made the house feel cozy, enclosed and safe.

he'd get out the padded noise cancelling headphones he'd bought specially, designed to sit comfely on canine ears, and also all dennis's favourite toys. and also the crate, which was new.

it was big enough to house a stretched out puppy, or both of them if they cuddled together, and was covered with a blanket and fairy lights to block the rest of the world out. the base was plush with pillows and comfort items, and having it ready to nestle in would help his boy so much. despite not being a hybrid, and having no canine instincts whatsoever, robby was happy to curl up in the crate if it meant his boy was safe and his tail was waggling.

now robby knows to prepare, by the time the thunder starts to sound, dennis is none the wiser. he's cuddled into his daddy's chest and recieving the most pleasing scratches to his ears he can remember, and it's making his brain float and fuzz.

he's got his headphones on, so all he can hear is the way robby's heart pulses in his chest where the pup is lying. its nice.

robby is petting his back too, and it makes his tail twitch and thud against the bars of his crate. he likes his crate. he can't see the rest of their bedroom due to the blanket over it, but it doesn't matter- it's so cozy in here, just him and robby, the older tucking him close and pampering him like he'd just won first prize at a show.

no world outside the crate and his daddy's arms existed for the hybrid right now, and he was calm and blissed out and happy. the puppy just thinks he's getting a nice cuddle.

robby smiles and sighs in relief every time he knows it's worked, and his boy is neither scared nor aware of the storm battering the walls outside. no more crying puppies on his watch, thank you very much. he pets denny some more, loving his puppy snuffles, and kisses him on the head. dennis usually falls asleep so quickly due to the petting and comfort that it might as well have been a designated nap time at this point. all is well in the crate, no storm can hurt the puppy when robby is there to hold him.

[alexisneverokay]

baby puppy dennis isn't so good at walking- he's not even very good at crawling, either. when he's so small like this, he stumbles and trips and wobbles all over the floor every time he tries to pad along on all fours, and ends up banging his little head on the ground when he falls.

all the strength goes out of him, and he's nothing more than a squealing pup, fresh from the litter and needing to be carried everywhere. the world is a scary and inaccessible place for the baby, but luckily this is why he has his daddy.

robby keeps his pup close, swaddled up in his blanket with the paws and bones on, having his boy rest his head on his chest. just like how his legs and arms were too weak to support him, his head also hung heavy on his neck, and he needed daddy to keep it sturdy and safe.

dennis could never keep his eyes open long when he was this tiny, and so robby usually spent the day with a sleepy, docile newborn puppy nuzzling and huffing into his neck, occasionally squeaking weakly in response to something his daddy mightve said. denny couldn't understand, but he would try and mimic anyway. barking, yipping, yowling or snapping were all out of the question as his vocal chords were as young and weak as his muscles.

solid food was also inappropriate for the baby- chewing was far too advanced for one so small. robby would carefully carry his puppy to the kitchen, still swaddled, where he would heat up warm milk and honey in a bottle before rubbing the teat gently against the pup's lip.

it was rare denny's tiny eyes opened at all during this, trusting his daddy to give him everything he needed. he would accept the teat with another weak squeak, and then suckle until his belly was plump and full, even drowsier now due to the milk coma he'd been sent into.

all the time, robby kept him snuggled up and on his chest, the thought of leaving such a vulnerable puppy alone for a second unthinkable. this was his baby, his little one, the tiny runt of the litter who couldn't even lift his paws by himself... baby puppies needed daddies, and his precious snuffly boy had chosen him.

when it was time for robby to sleep too, he moved the pair of them to the bed, and lay with his sweet denny on his chest. the baby barely squirmed now, asleep and comfy on his daddy. robby would wiggle some stuffed animals into dennis's swaddle for some extra comfort, but the baby didn't stir much. his fingers would twitch ever so slightly, but he didn't have strength more than that.

robby kissed his puppy's hair and chubby cheeks before he too went to sleep. maybe tomorrow denny would be older, and yipping and barking like a crazy thing wanting to play. maybe he'd be small like this again, needing every function done for him. robby didn't mind either way- he'd give his baby pup whatever he needed.

[puppiegracie]

needy constantly horny puppy whitaker with a sex drive robby can't keep up with is so real to me... whining and whimpering and pawing at robby, little puppyparts pulsing and aching between his legs, never sated. if he had it his way, robby would always be fucking him, stuffing him full of owner's dick til he's all drooly and fuzzy and yipping.

but robby can't always get it up :/ den pitifully groping at his soft dick, eyes teary, too fuzzy-headed to understand why his daddy won't just give him his treat. whining daddy, please, please, I was a really good boy all day, I swear, please? and robby is forlorn, he just can't reward his good puppy with a nice fucking, can't manage more than a weak twitch.

which of course, is very, very dire to the poor pup. robby offers a dildo to fuck inside his little hole but den whines and refuses, sniffling, wanting daddy's cock. petulant and pouty and squirmy, little puppycunt aching between his legs, empty.

so robby sighs, gives in, phones a friend :) jack is bending his pup over the living room table within an hour while robby watches, holding back a few whimpers of his own, frustrated tears that he can't fuck his own puppy— and also admittedly a little woozy at the sight of his best friend and his puppy boyfriend fucking.

jack is fucking harshly into his boy, fingers digging into den's skin, the wet plap of jack's hips against den's soft little ass filling the room. den is absolutely wrecked, yowling, tags on his collar jingling, so pretty and flushed with his skin damp with sweat, drooling onto the wood as jack ruins his cunt. filth spills constantly from jack's mouth, cooing down at dennis or talking about him like he's not even there, making eye contact with robby the whole time.

what a shame your daddy can't fuck this cute little puppyhole, huh? you seem to like Jackie's cock just fine, though, don't you, don't youuu? fuuck, robby, brother, you're gonna have to share more often... you're missing out, but you know that, yeah? shit, he's so tight, so wet, like fuckin velvet. oh, god, squeezing the fuck outta my dick... you've got such a well-trained little guy, huh? so good at just takin it like a slut. gorgeous little fuckhole.

[alexisneverokay]

thinking about poor puppy dennis who yearned for a safe and warm crate when he was homeless, needed a place to settle down cozily so much, but the best he could do was huddling himself under the old hospital bed with his one blanket and pillow, trying to pretend everything was okay. trying to pretend that he had an owner who loved him who was coming to find him..

when robby climbs to the eighth floor and discovers him, all he can see in the room is a pair of terrified blue eyes, cowering in a pitiful, sparse nest that barely seemed better than lying on the cold floor. from the position dennis is in, how he trembles, and the scared whimpers coming from his mouth... robby knows he's found a poor puppy in need of a home.

robby vows that his puppy, who withstood the unheated and dingy eighth floor for several months and almost starved, will be the most spoiled and pampered and loved of them all. a few months down the line, dennis now collared and owned and spoken for, the pup's life is very different.

he no longer has to bundle up in every clothing item he owns to keep warm, because robby's house is heated well. so well, in fact, that dennis likes to relax in his crate (because he had his very own *real* crate now) stark naked and drowsy. his one blanket had been replaced by five, and his singular pillow replaced by mounds of stuffed animals and soft things. they feel good against his bare skin.

he doesn't even have to leave his crate to eat if he doesn't want to- his owner will bring him snacks and milk and will hand feed him, dennis only having to open and close his mouth from where he lounged, protected by the metal bars from the harsh world outside. robby liked to feed him until he was nice and full, giving his puppy pleasing belly rubs from where he sat at the crate door, cooing as he feels dennis's tummy round out as he eats. the puppy would often drift off to sleep from these soothing gesturs.

puppy denny is never cold, or hungry, or scared again. not when his robby has given him his crate nest, and his bed nest, and free reign to snuggle and curl up wherever he desired. he was always fed long before his stomach could ever grumble in emptiness.

the collar on his neck, and how his owner always stayed close and possessive, told him the sad, cold days of floor number eight were well and truly over. still a puppy, but certainly not poor anymore- not when robby was there.

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Au where Dennis’s first scrub change was in s1e2 bc he came immediately when robby did the “ah-ah-ah” thing

Robby licked him clean

[sunfl0wersblog-blog]

MDNI - Robby didn’t understand why Whitaker went tense the moment he grabbed the younger man’s shoulder, but it had a part of him responding.

He listened as the student presented his findings, before he agreed and watched as the blonde practically ran away; watched as Whitaker placed his tablet on the nurses hub, before making a beeline for the staff bathroom.

Robby decided, fuck it. He had nothing better to do, and Jack, who wasn’t due in for a few more hours, hadn’t woken Robby with morning head like he usually does.

So fuck it; he followed Whitaker.

Robby pushed open the staff door, quickly closing it and, using the trashcan, blocked the handle from being pulled down.

Now no one can both us, Robby thought as he turned towards Whitaker, who had froze halfway through pushing his scrub bottoms down his legs. They stared at each other, Robby’s smirk growing as Dennis’s face grew redder, the seconds passing before Dennis finally looked away.

“C-can I help you, Dr. Robby?” His quiet voice echoing through the bathroom.

“I dunno kid, seems like I’m not the one who needs help.”

He pointedly looked towards the younger man’s wet crotch, cock soft behind a wet patch of pink briefs.

“Pink? I’m more of a black boxers kinda guy myself.” Robby’s smirk got mean. “But what else can I expect from such a pretty boy.”

The words had the effect he wanted; watching as Dennis’s eyes got a bit clouded, his cock nearly half hard. His breathing got more shallow, as if they knew he didn’t ask permission to do much as breath. And, most importantly, his hands fell limp to his sides, fingers slightly bent, wrists tucked neatly against his hips.

“W-what?” Dennis looked up, confused.

“Ah-ah-ah. I didn’t tell you to speak, puppy. Unless,” Robby took a step back. He had to bite back a smile at how Whitaker’s body subconsciously leaned towards the older man. “Unless, you don’t want this? Because I can leave you to it and we pretend it never happened.”

“No!” Dennis blurted out. He felt his face burn as he realized what happened. Instead, Dennis whimpers, bringing his hands up to his chest, wrists curled in, hoping Robby can understand.

And Robby does understand. “Oh good puppy. You can speak.”

“Please stay. Please help me clean up, daddy.”

Fuck.

He took four big steps before he was backing Dennis against the wall, pressing their lips together in a filthy kiss. Dennis moaned as Robby bit at his lips, licking inside with a hot, determined tongue. They stayed like that for a bit before they had to come back up for air, panting.

“As much as I hate it, I have to rush through this right now, baby. I’m going to clean you up, you’re going to change your scrubs and get back to work, and tonight?” Robby’s voice got rougher as he slowly kissed and sucked down Whitaker’s pale body. He got on his knees, grabbing the boys’ hips and looking up to see blown pupils, the blue barely visible.

“Tonight, I’ll take you home and fuck you into the mattress. Treat you like the puppy you are. That sound good baby?”

@puppydogdennis @puppydogwhitaker

[alexisneverokay]

thinking about stalker robby seeing dennis around town and deciding that that's his boy, his pup, that he needs to own him immediately...

he meticulously plans dennis's kidnapping, and fills his house with all the necessary toys and gear to make his new puppy's life the best possible. he's prepared for dennis to fight back, to try and escape, to bite and scratch and scream, and he knows he'll just need to be patient- as soon as he gets denny collared and affixes that padlock to the buckle, he'll be well on his way to getting a sweet and docile pet. he'll be able to deal with the teething issues while he gets his puppy settled and used to being a possession.

however, it turns out so much easier than robby had ever expected. as soon as sweet dennis wakes up from his drugged state to find himself in a big soft bed with a leather dog collar locked around his neck and paw mitts on his hands, he relaxes. it feels good. when a tall, handsome man with caring eyes appears in the room and tells him in no uncertain terms that his life is not his own anymore, that he's going to be his pet and he'll make all his decisions for him, dennis cries.

he's crying out of sheer relief. this man (robby, or owner, or daddy, as he'd said) with the enormous cozy bed and soft sheets and money for tailored leather was going to own him. to feed him, and dress him, and leash him, and keep him warm and safe. when he was still a person out in the world (which denny could now refer to in the past, which sent tears of joy pouring out), he'd been worked to the bone in minimum wage jobs and gone home to an apartment with no heating, and he'd had almost no money for food. he'd been cold, and lonely and starving. he'd been permenantly exhausted. but now that was all over.

of all the things robby had been expecting, it wasn't for his new puppy to burst into *happy* tears and crawl towards where he sat on the edge of the bed to cuddle his way into his lap as he sobbed- but that was what had happened. his pet was snuggled up to him and babbling as he cried, an endless stream of "thank you, thank you, thank you daddy, thank you, love you daddy, love you..."

it made him angry to think about how hard his puppy's life mustve been before- but it didn't matter now. when he'd petted his boy and flicked at the padlock around his neck and told him it meant that the collar was never, ever coming off, and that he'd be daddy's boy forever and ever, dennis sobbed until he was red in the face, wrapping his paws and legs around his daddy like an octopus. he couldn't help it, it was exactly what he'd always dreamt of.

sometimes the puppy giggled to himself when he thought about how people in the outisde world would think he'd been kidnapped, because it wasnt true. daddy had *rescued* him! dennis whitaker: starving, underpaid worker was gone, replaced with denny: collared pup, complete property of michael robinavitch.

[hucklenberries]

woke up thinking about trinity and victoria putting on a show for baran and cassie.

how they paw at each other, licking salt off each other’s necks before digging teeth into their jugulars. how trinity rubs her pussy on victoria’s thigh; how victoria sucks on trinity’s nipples. thinking about victoria’s broken whimpers (daddy— daddy feels good— trin feels good), about trinity’s choked sobs (wanna cum— mommy i wanna cum on vic—). thinking about baran’s quiet, “not yet, sweetheart,” about cassie’s, “show daddy how trin’s making you feel good.”

or. yeah that

[motherofcatsandmess]

[motherofcatsandmess]

I love Langdon, but I also love bullying him

[alhashimis]

09.00 PM (S02E15) THE PITT (2025—)

[whiitkrs]

the picture vs. the photographer

[littlepuppydennis]

Dennis gets a pouty lip whenever Robby’s fucking him. Just a little one. Pouty enough for Robby to notice and get off to the thought of that pretty face crying

Thats it. Send tweet

[lostlamblizzie]

trinity always initiating sex with baran, constantly, over and over and over again.

at first, baran just thought she was needy. young and eager and cocky, always horny, day and night. it was cute. baran always finds her cute, endearing. and she definitely doesn't mind making her girl feel good, taking her apart on tongue or fingers or strap.

soon, however, cracks started to show. trinity's cries and hiccups when baran fucked inside her seemed to be born less out of pleasure, more out of something deeper, raw and aching. she'd insist it was just the sex, but baran's perceptive— she could tell it wasn't.

it broke when baran started telling her no, not right now. at first it was disappointment. something trinity gritted her teeth through and muttered yeah, no, okay, that's fine. I get it. it turned desperate after the third and fourth rejections. turned into nuzzles under baran's jaw, murmurs of please? I can be good. I can make you feel good. don't have to do anything, I swear, just lay back?

baran cradling trinity's face, studying her with molten brown eyes, quiet concern. why can't you just lay with me, trinity? doesn't that sound good? just curl up with me and I'll hold you. not everything has to be sex, sweetheart.

and trinity doesn't know what to do with that. doesn't know how to just... be tender. be loved. loved without giving anything, loved without shedding her clothes. she slumps into baran's hold, buries her face in her neck, and cries.

and baran just holds her, cradles her like a child, pets slow and soothing over her hair, her back. shhh, it's okay. you're okay, you're alright, sweetheart. shh, shh, shh. you're okay. I'm right here.

baran makes sure to give trinity as much non sexual intimacy as possible after that. slow, sweet kisses that don't lead anywhere. dull scratches of her nails on trinity's scalp. skin to skin that doesn't initiate anything. just closeness, just comfort. tells trinity she's good, so good, her good, sweet girl. tells trinity she's good without having to "earn it."

tells her, over and over again, I love you.

[rusticfurnace]

sweaty old man

[hucklerabbot-and-rock]