*Paws at you* Give me Monster.
*Paws at you* Give me Monster.
*Paws at you* Give me Monster.
*Paws at you* Give me Monster.
*Paws at you* Give me Monster.
*Paws at you* Give me Monster.
@pinkypixie23 Robby is such a perfectionist when it comes to his muse that none of the results satisfy him. Dennis becomes his obsession, until he can manage to paint him just right. (Beautiful art, Pixie. ❤️✨)
#Whitsantos
After a shift, Yolanda preferred to go home, get some exercise, and take a hot shower. However, Trinity had convinced her to go out for dinner after work.
The place? A Japanese restaurant a couple of streets away from the building where Trinity lived.
What she didn’t know was that they would be accompanied by the boy with the melancholic eyes—the "emergency-room mouse," as they liked to call him in the surgery department.
"Trin... I don’t like sushi," Dennis complained while looking over the options.
"That’s fine, just order whatever. If you don’t like it, I’ll order you a pizza when we get back."
"But... we’re already here," Yolanda said, looking a bit puzzled. "Why would you order a pizza when we’re about to eat?"
"Just let him be," Trinity replied, not wanting to argue (and, frankly, exhausted after a hard shift).
When the food arrived, Dennis began using a spoon to scrape the fish out of his rolls, which left Yolanda feeling irritated.
"Hey, you’re supposed to eat it."
"But I don’t like—"
"No, it’s fine. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to," Trinity said, moving the pieces of fish onto her own plate.
"He’s the one who ordered it, Trinity. I think he should be able to eat the whole thing."
"I don’t see what the problem is. He just wants the breaded part. You can’t force him to eat something he doesn’t want."
"You know what? This is exactly why this country is full of weaklings like him."
Before long, the two were in a heated argument, while Dennis calmly sipped his diet Coke. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time they’d fought, so it didn’t come as a surprise to him.
"That’s it—let’s go, Huckleberry," Trinity said, grabbing her bag.
Yolanda sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"Fine. Let him do whatever he wants. I don't care, anyway."
Trinity crossed her arms, annoyed, as she sat back down in her seat. The awkwardness in the air was palpable.
By the end of the night, Yolanda never imagined she’d end up accompanying Trinity and her "roommate" back to their apartment.
Not wanting Trinity to stop speaking to her, she had to buy Dennis some ice cream as a peace offering.
"I want Hawaiian pizza," Dennis said, while staining his lips with vanilla ice cream and pointing toward Trinity’s phone a food delivery app.
The things Yolanda would do for the hottest girl in the emergency department...
#hucklerobby (nsfw uwu)
Robby has been sporting an unbearable erection all day long. The problem? His home dryer broke down and shrank all of his—and Dennis’s—clothes.
Most of the staff couldn’t care less, but Robby can’t help but notice the way a "camel toe" is forming in Dennis’s crotch.
He tries to look away and focus on a geriatric case, but it’s impossible—not when he remembers that, just a couple of hours ago, he was buried balls-deep inside that very opening, which Dennis is now so obliviously putting on display.
He can even picture those blonde curls swirling around his pubic mound.
Clearly, as long as Dennis is around, Robby will never have any need for Viagra.
What Robby doesn’t know is that Dennis has been watching him, too—secretly drooling as he takes in the clear outline of Robby’s cock and balls, visible through pants that are a size smaller than what he usually wears.
Dennis isn’t sure if his shift will end soon, but one thing is certain: today, he’s going to rub hump all over Robby—thoroughly and intensely—until the older man cums right there in his pants.
I’m going to say something that might get me "cancelled" and could cost me a lot of followers.
It’s not easy to admit, but Dennis Whitaker likes pineapple on pizza.
Please send your complaints and grievances via private message.
Thanks.
#hucklerobby omegaverse!
Dennis was panting and sweating, feeling an almost unbearable pressure deep inside. It was his first time experiencing a knot; he hadn't been with many alphas, and none had been experienced enough to knot.
The bulge in his lower belly confirmed that Robby’s knot was firmly locked inside him, making him tug and try to pull away from the alpha who was gripping his hips tightly with large hands.
Robby growled slightly at the pain in his cock every time the omega tried to pull back.
"Shh, easy now. You don't want to force a knot out by pulling, sweetheart. Trust me." Robby kissed the omega’s mole-speckled neck. "Just a few more thrusts and we're done—relax."
@LavenderAbbot I think he drinks milk straight from the carton and then puts it back in the fridge. Unfortunately, there’s no cereal left because he ate it all one afternoon after a bad shift while watching TikTok.
(I’m just fucking around. Milk first, then cereal.)
Mel brings some of these for her colleagues.
Naturally, she gives two to Langdon, and Whitaker ends up eating the burnt one, thinking it was covered in chocolate.
🔔| Mañana tenemos panel de #ThePitt para los premios SAG donde Taylor Dearden y Patrick Ball estarán asistiendo.
Horarios:
🇲🇽🇬🇹🇭🇳🇸🇻🇳🇮🇨🇷: 20:00 PM
🇵🇪🇨🇴🇪🇨🇵🇦: 21:00 PM
🇻🇪🇧🇴🇩🇴🇵🇷: 22:00 PM
🇦🇷 🇨🇱 🇺🇾🇵🇾🇧🇷: 23:00 PM
@orcspouse I feel like, at that point, Robby would be dealing with an overwhelming darkness in his life. Imagine finally having something worth coming home to, only for it to be taken from your life in the most painful way possible. 😭🤧