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Not today Justin
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@puppyboywhitaker
hai (๑>◡<๑)
idk what this account is i just like hucklerobby and agep|ay and puppy stuff and intox and loss of control and sometimes fauxc3zț. anyways.
i love talking to ppl everyone send me dms i love talking to anybody and answering freaky asks or blurb reqs
i also do moodboards. 😋 *wags my tail*
i looove cg!robby l!whitaker
im also a little so i will be little posting on here occasionally lol. ok bai 👩❤️💋👩🧘♀️
yes i send (only if u do!)
mmmm lavalamp
Ren Faire girlfriend, history museum boyfriend
Dennis’s favorite position being doggy style. But it’s never the traditional one no matter how hard Dennis tries to stay still. It’s the specific one where his arms start to get shaky so he lets his upper body melt into the mattress while Robby holds up his bottom half as he keeps rutting into him. How he turns his head to smush his face into the sheets while Robby leans more over him and presses one of his large hands flat into his back, holding him still and in place while he goes harder and deeper.
Jesus Christ
Robby: i have a plan Dennis, coming in with a steel chair: fck the plan
more silly drawings for that one fic i can't stop drawing for aka The Car's in Reverse by third_crow ( @itsfrthebirds )
hfffffff dennis who just gets so so sleepy whenever he's fucked... pressed into the bed, nearly folded in half with his legs over robby's shoulders, rocking with how deep he's filling him up, and he feels soooo good, and his eyes just start to droop, and his head goes fuzzy, and he starts to drool a little.
he goes so pliant as soon as robby's inside him, like having his hole stretched around his cock just shuts off the difficult part of his brain, letting him relax and slip into peace and quiet, drifting and having every press against his prostate lull him somewhere soft. when robby fucks him, he's happier than anywhere else.
robby knows the effect he has on his boy, always making sure to corral him into his bed and out of his clothes whenever he sees dennis's worries begin to start, or sees him struggling to find sleep. one little nudge, and dennis has his legs spread and is already breathing calmer, ready to welcome the sleepy state he's about to be fucked into.
robby coos as he fucks him, coaxing him further and further down, ensuring that by the time he orgasms and cums, he'll already be half asleep and dreamy in the older man's arms. "my sweet boy, my good boy... oh I know, so sleepy.. let me fuck you nice and deep, baby boy, that's right, let those pretty little eyes close, let me make you feel so, so good.... good boy, that's right, let it aaaaaaaall out now... pretty baby, my baby..."
i love u #relatable
why does no one point out that robby's tik tok was banned for sexually seditious content or whatever he said
genuinely what was that man posting i need the archives
Little!Dennis Whitaker
afternoon snooze 😴☀️🌅
its so funny to me how robby is consistently into black women then does a full 180 and starts going after the sad little white boy
little!whitaker whos found alone in his room, deep in headspace, by one trinity santos
trinity santos who is albeit confused but cant find it in her heart to walk away
trinity santos who rolls her eyes, but still approaches the sobbing boy, huffing annoyedly while pulling him into her arms
trinity santos who starts singing denny soft lullabies, almost instantly stilling his blubbering
dennis whitaker who is so far regressed he falls asleep in his lesbian roommates arms
dennis whitaker x fem!reader (nsfw headcanons)
warnings: soft dom!dennis, cunnilingus, spit kink, dirty talk, piv, making out, pervert!dennis, spanking, somnophillia/free use.
a/n: some nsfw dennis whitaker headcanons because i can’t get him out of my head!!! he lives in my mind rent free now <3
18+ MDNI!
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he adores your pussy. he doesn’t care how it looks or what color it is, he loves how soft and wet she gets for him, that being said, this man is an eater!!! even as a teen he would go behind the barn and pump his cock to the thought of eating a beautiful woman’s cunt.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he’s a biiiiig talker! loves telling you how good you feel, how good you’re making him feel and vice versa. dirty talk is his thingggg!!! “f-fuck baby you’re so fucking perfect. she’s fucking sucking me in..holy shit, there’s my good girl.” he also has quite the potty mouth when he’s feeling euphoric, he can’t help it! :(
𖥔 ݁ ˖ dennis is a spit whore. he lovesssss it messy. especially when you’re making out as he’s fucking your brains out. it makes him so fucking horny and it has the same effect on you.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ i know a lot of people won’t agree with this, but in my professional opinion, dennis is a big dick boy! he’s a country boy, so in my mind, that man is hung. probably 7 inches when he’s soft and 8 when he’s hard. and he has a cute blonde curly bush at the base, circumcised, his cock is a pretty pink color and his tip is a very pale red. <3
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he’s a closeted freak/pervert. like i said, he grew up on a farm, he didn’t have pornhub but he did have his older brothers and fathers playboy magazines! because of the lack of pornography, it made him very imaginative.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ he’s a moaner and a whimperer for sure, like no doubt about it. especially when he’s close! he’ll keep pounding into you harder ‘n faster and moan in your ear as his hot, sticky load pumps inside of you.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ one of his favorite things to do is sit you on his face while he pumps his painfully hard and aching cock, his tip practically dripping with pre-cum. he’ll fuck his tongue in your hole as his nose catches on your clit perfectly. <3
𖥔 ݁ ˖ once you two are in a serious relationship and boundaries have been set, you let him use you in your sleep and he fucking adores it. he’ll wake up for his shift at 6:00 and the first thing he does is eat your cunt. there’s something about eating you out when you’re sleeping that drives him insane. you’re so soft, so sweet, so pliant in his hands. and then when you wake up he’ll fuck you while you’re on your side, his hands coming down to play with your cute nipples.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ i am a soft dom!dennis truther idc!! he loves to put you in your place every once in a while (only when you deserve it of course) he has some muscle, so he loves to throw you around and spank you when you’re being bratty. he only gives in because your pussy is weeping for him. she’s so well trained!
well..im thinking of uncle!jack idk about you..
how he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he should not be getting involved with you. his best friend daughter— practically his niece. it’s wrong, you still call him uncle jack for christ’s sake. even like this, while you rock yourself down on his rough fingers perched perfectly in his lap. you mumble out the title through kiss swollen lips.
he should have denied your advances, ignored the coy looks. pushed your hands away when they rested on his cheeks, told you this was. for lack of a better term—fucked up to be doing with him, with you, together. but he didn’t, he let you kiss him in the quiet of your living room. let you press your impossibly soft, fruity lip balm flavored lips to his so gently. what did he come over for again..? a pipe..? the..kitchen. your kisses make it hard to think—yeah you said there was a leak beneath the kitchen sink and asked him to come fix it. and he he said yes, of course he did because by extension of robby, you were his little girl too.
when he walked in and caught sight of you in an old t-shirt, shoulder exposed and legs bare with seemingly. a lack of anything beneath it he kept his eyes trained on your face. to the best of his ability.
you hovered while he worked, kneeling next to him handing him this tool and that. bare knee pressed to his jean clad thigh humming while you openly ogled at the way his biceps flexed beneath the tight fitted black shirt he wore. how the summer sun had the freckles imbedded in his skin more visible over the exposed skin on his arms.
“take a picture kid, it’ll last longer.” he spoke flatly.
he can hear the smile as you respond “can i?”
huffing out a laugh he returns to his work capable hands tightening, realigning and fixing whatever issues he comes across. under your watchful gaze that carries a kind of heat that you should not, under any circumstances be directing at him. he had to admit the attention from a pretty thing like you was nice— and that’s what scared him. when he was done you offered to let him rest up on your couch which he agreed to. sinking his tired muscles into the cushions of your sofa. and now here he is, you in his lap grinding yourself down on those same capable fingers.
really, how could he say no too that sweet voice of yours. the scent of cocoa butter and something honeyed on your skin making him dizzy. and the bat of your eye lashes as you took one of his hands into yours, manicured fingers running over the veins and signs of aging.
saying he must get a lot done with hands like these, strong, steady and skilled. wishing you could experience the weight of these hands that to you— help up the sky. on you, in you. he gave you a look then, eyes roaming over your all too pretty face. you make this hard, so god damn difficult.
then, you kissed him with a gentleness that surprised the older man.
climbing into his lap as you deepened it, soft hands on sun aged, freckle dusted skin. he could get lost in it. he did for a moment eyes closing with the feeling of you on him. melting him into you like the allure you were. nose bumping yours as you went from pecking his mouth to slow kisses that made him ache for you.
“mm—sweetheart no—we shouldn’t. your dad he—“ and oh, your whine just breaks his heart. pitiful and soft.
“—he’s not here, uncle jack please..need you so bad. can be our secret pretty please..” you protested, hands still planted firmly on his face. lips a hair’s width from his.
“it—it’s not right kid..” he sighs.
words trailing off into a groan as he becomes privy to the way you grind your hips down onto his. hands coming to settle on your thighs unsure if he should push you off or not. it’s slow, he can faintly make out the feeling of your cunt through the fabric of his pants. and your..you’re only wearing panties.
“fuck me.”
“m’tryin, you won’t let me.”
that gets a laugh out of him, up from the chest and out through the nose. your lips trail down his neck in feathered pecks. he squeezes his eyes shut trying to regulate his breathing. feeling his cock twitch to life, beginning to strain and press against his boxers.
“jack i..i really want you. i’ll do anything. been needing this for so long. can’t even make myself cum if im not thinking of you.”
“—jesus”
“never feels good when i’m with anyone else, I just want it to be you. a-always got you on my mind..at night especially. when i—mng—need you the most..”
your words are broken up by your feverish grinding onto the outline of his cock. the denim catching on your cotton covered core wonderfully. small sparks of pleasure coursing through you. it’s a beautiful sight really.
he has to stop himself from letting irritation build beneath his skin at the line about you sleeping with anyone else. you’re grown, gorgeous and utterly enticing of course you’ve had your pick of men. luckily the jealousy is quelled by your notion that you always wanted it to be him.
“for my first time i..got someone who looked like you. didn’t act like you it was—ah— the closest i could get. to th-the real thing—“
his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. with each confession you make his resolve slips further and further out of reach. a run away kite in the wind, untamed and gone in the blink of an eye carried off somewhat far far away.
you pull back from his neck eyes low and hazy. looking into his, searching for rejection and there is none. just the eyes of a man holding onto a string of morals steadily fraying by the second looking back at you.
“don’t you think i’m pretty?” wispy, hopeful, quiet. an utterly heartbreaking pout on your lips.
that was it all it took.
jack immediately leaning in to capture your lips which causes you to sigh happily feeling all the tension in your body melt away. it’s heated immediately his tongue finding its way into the warmth of your mouth. mapping out the space for later use. the scruff of his stubble prickling your skin in the best way. hands now rocking you down on him causing the prettiest of whimpers to escape you. and he drinks them down greedily.
“this’ll be our secret yea?” he rasps. confirmation.
“mhm—mhm..” he nods kissing you a moment more before pulling back. explaining that while he won’t fuck you just yet, he won’t leave you like this either.
—
his fingers are impossibly deep, long, thick and textured. his middle and ring finger nestled snugly in the heat of your dripping cunt. stroking you over with years of practiced precision as you all but ride them. your face resting in the crook of his neck drooling out incomprehensible moans and drooling into his shirt. not like he cared.
“un—uncle jack..” you babble. his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “shh s’okay sweet girl.”
god that voice. his voice. you sniffle, the feeling of finally, finally having him after all these years overwhelming every nerve ending in your body. white hot heat searing you with every thrust of his hand and bounce of your hips. molten want buzzing beneath your surface.
“just needed me ain’t that right baby?” voice low and steady. it being the only thing keeping you grounded.
how could fingers feel so good? nothing before has even come close to this for you. not your fingers a past partners or any of your various vibrators. it’s like he’s remolding you from the inside out. reaching your depths with only a quirk of his wrist. doctor privileges? you wonder. the passing thought makes you slur out a laugh. and only then did you realize that jack had spoken.
“huh?”
you pick up your head eyes watery as you look at him, a lazy fucked out smile on your lips.
he smiles, crows feet on full display.
“alright? you feelin’ good?” its not much of a question as you know that he already knows the answer. but you still try to respond anyways and he beats you to it.
“yeah you are, look at you. already stupid off my fingers. so fucking cute, let me make you cum. kid.”
maybe it’s what he said, or the way he said it. but something about it set you off. maybe it was the way he whispered out “give it to me.” when your pussy began to spasm around his fingers. that had your hips stilling and hands unfolding from your chest to grip his shoulders tight. crying out a broken yelp of something between his name and “ohmygod” as it crashes over you in mind numbing waves.
he helps you ride through it. gentle words of encouragement drifting from him to you in your haze. slowing his pumping to a halt. pressing a kiss to your temple as you shake violently in his lap.
“that’s s’a girl..makin’ your uncle proud.”
i love u i cummed ok bai
just between us two
pairing: dennis whitaker x camgirl!nurse!reader
summary: nursing school debt is not easy to pay off so you choose to indulge in becoming a camgirl bc why not. however, when you start your job as a nurse at the ptmc you decide its time to step back. how will you let your top spender know?
warnings: 18+, camgirl reader, sex work, degradation, fingering, masturbation.
notes: this is quite literally my first time writing anything so pls dont be mean. idk if i’ll do other parts bc my creative juices r lowk shot.
