nsfw-ish. mdni ⭑.ᐟ
dennis whitaker loves pretty things.
it’s a side effect of growing up in the nebraska plains— you find beauty in the mundane. the way wheat rolls in windstorms, the way clouds gather at the horizon, the way the water catches the sun in the water troughs. you have to find beauty in things that others don’t (to stay sane).
so, when he’s out of nebraska and in the world at large, maybe with a partner, that mentality definitely carries on.
if you wear makeup, dennis watches you in a trance. you’re doing your lipgloss and you’d think he was looking in the face of god as he tracks the little sparkles that cling to your lips. he thinks about how those sparkles would look smeared over his skin; over his stomach and his pelvis and his dick (of course). he can’t help but practically drool when you adjust your hair or your clothes or your jewelry, watching the way everything fits together.
god help him if you’re inclined towards skincare and the like. the man probably nearly has an aneurysm trying not to jump you as you’re layering lotions and serums or carefully cleaning up your skin. he thinks the care you put in is so beautiful; it’s like watching someone paint a portrait.
at some point, he’ll break. god only knows how hard it is for sweet farmboy to hold back now (he’s been doing it for so, so long). he’ll smudge your makeup and mess up your hair and rumple your clothes and then apologize profusely and try to fix it.
he’ll tuck your shirt back in and fix your jewelry to lay perfectly. he thinks the order is beautiful. he’ll adjust your hair to lay just how he knows you like it.
and if you’re away, it gets to the point where he looks at your handwriting and admires it; the way you dot the i in dennis or the way you loop together the n’s. he loves everything and finds it so important, because he loves you. ᯓ★
jo note: this is the first blurb i’ve written in three years…. be patient with me please
