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@cowboycastles
mast. guidelines. beaucore.
baked cookies. vinyls. trinkets. whale sharks. jensen ackles’ moustache. marvel. taurus. the cinema. the smell of new books. the feeling of emptiness when the concert is over. shawn hatosy’s tiktoks. old cigerettes. paw pads. noise cancelling headphones. nineteen.
inbox ; open, always. ˋ be respectful. requests ; closed.
cw: pregnancy, postpartum!reader, spit, licking
After the birth of your beautiful baby that Jack put inside you, your old body is gone. Sorely missed, really. But Jack? He has no interest in helping you find it again.
He has you sprawled out across the bed. You're beautifully marked by the journey of mommyhood. And Jack doesn't just love your new body. That'd be very unlike him.
"Look at you, Mommy."
...Yeah. Jack's obsessed with the mommy he made. All the changes she's undergone for him.
"If you wanna get rid of the evidence that I filled you...fine. Can't stop you. But if it matters, I didn't know how much I needed you like this."
He moves his weight over you, his eyes of every color blown in a way you can only call predatory. Maybe wanting. Unblinking want.
"Jackie..."
Jack stares down at the stretch marks, the jagged lines tracing your hips and your belly. The map of his ownership, your growth...but that would be if he were feeling poetic. Again. He hasn't read a poem since high school.
Right now, though, he's just feeling hungry as shit.
"Jack...Daddy---"
Jack doesn't answer you with words. He takes to leaning down instead.
His tongue darts out to taste you.
"Mm."
His spit tickles you in a way that makes you squirm as he begins to lick your stretch marks with a focused, rhythmic swirl. He laps and circles over your skin. It's when he closes his eyes shut.
Just need to savor Kiddo. Take in the scent of Mommy.
"Little too corny to say you're a delicacy. Not that you're delicate. You've proven you're durable. Just..."
Jack's tongue is its way when his tongue trails the length of a particularly long mark that curves around your hip. He slurps. Just to clean up what he's left behind.
"You taste so fucking sweet, Sleepy."
He could suck on you all day. You should take it as a compliment by now. How he coats your stomach in his spit, as if he could taste every bit of stretch and strain your body took to growing a baby.
You whimper, twitching beneath him.
It's the way Jack's looking at you, too, that doesn't help. You feel like the most prized, favored piece of meat.
...You feel like a beautiful mommy.
"Please, Jack…I want you inside."
Your voice breaks. Jack pauses, his chin glistening with his saliva and your sweat.
He smiles thinly. A smirk, more so.
"Not yet. Just because you're a mommy now doesn't mean you get to boss me around."
Jack gives one last, dragging lick from your navel all the way down to where your hip meets your thigh. His eyes keep themselves staring into yours.
He does whatever you want all the time. He'll do whatever you want forever.
"M'not finished with my dessert."
Ohhhhhh🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
im being so brave about this
i just had to take a deep breath.
PALM OF HIS HAND ⋆˚࿔ jack abbot smau
11. day fifty-one. masterlist
summary your mom has some feelings to let out, and so do you. jack tries to right his wrongs
warnings author tries to be funny ™, estranged parent (talks about a bad childhood, and verbal abuse), jack abbot redemption, swearing
a/n promise he’s not getting off this easy; this chapter was a chop
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So hearing shawn hatosy say “the way you like to be fucked” while he moans and groans in my ear just ruined my life
Season 1 Ending: Trinity Santos invites her homeless coworker who she just met to live rent free in her apartment.
Season 2 Ending: Trinity Santos invites her lonely coworker to get drinks and sing karaoke so she won’t be alone on July 4th
And the fandom rabidly hates her and thinks she’s the worst most evil person to ever exist.
Could you maybe write a fic/ blurb / preferences with the Hatosy men and a partially deaf/hard of hearing partner? Pretty please and thank you 🤍🤍🤍🤍
hey anon ! i totally would but i dont take reqs cs everything i write genuinely comes from the top of my head and i normally write while watching the show for the character im writing :p the ideas just form and i write something up, im also not good at writing for other people cs i overthink so much :( im sorry anon <3
he holds me in his big arms
synopsis: took a tumble at the bar? don't fear, your big and strong boyfriend jack abbot is here
warnings: reader is called moony bc of a tattoo she has, slight cursing, being drunk, uhh idk what else
your head feels fuzzy. and your body feels light. and you're... really fucking giggly right now. there's familiar voices, but they sounds muffled. like your head is pushed under water.
"who do we call?" a voice asks, whitaker, maybe? "we can't leave her like this. she's like, nonstop laughing right now."
"i don't fucking know. does she have any friends besides us?" santos. that's definitely santos.
"well... there is someone we can call."
"shit, you're right. but he's working, think he'll answer?"
"for her? yeah, he'll answer."
somebody is digging in your purse, tugging out your phone. you reach out for it weakly. "hey..."
"slow down, moony. we're not taking your phone, just calling for backup," santos says, shoving the phone in your face to unlock it. she clicks on your contacts, ready to search, but there's no need for it. because he's pinned right at the top, saved as: dadaman <33
she presses the phone icon beside his name, expecting for it to go straight to voicemail, but he picks up after the second ring. "hey, sweetheart. i just finished up and i'm heading home."
"uh, sorry, this is santos. i'm just using her phone. she's really drunk and she fell. whitaker and i didn't wanna leave her alone."
she can hear the sound of rushing footsteps. "how bad?"
"not bad at all. her vision is fine, says it's not blurry. she didn't hit her head, just a few scratches on her."
"i'll be there soon."
"see you, abbot." santos goes to hang up, but your voice calls out to her.
"is that jackie?"
"yep, it is. here."
you practically snatch the phone from her hand, holding it up to your ear. "hi, jackie," you say with sweetest smile.
"hey, sweetheart," he greets back. "you doing okay?"
"mhm! are you coming?"
"i'm on my way as we speak. only a minute or two out, okay?"
"okay, baby. i'm with whitaker and santos right now. oh! and there was this really cute dog who just passed me on the street. he was grey with big, brown eyes. he looked just like you!"
"that's nice, honey. you stay put where you are. i don't wanna lose you."
you giggle loudly, like what he said was the funniest thing in the world. "you could never lose me."
you could almost envision his soft smile through the phone. "that's good to know, sweetheart. arev you sitting on the ground against a lightpole?" he asks.
your eyebrows furrow. "how did you know?"
"look behind you, moony."
when you do, there he is. standing behind you in all his sexy glory. "jackie!" you exclaim, rushing over to him clumsily. he meets you halfway, arms wrapping around your waist. "hey, pretty girl, you ready to go?"
you nod, turning to look at your friends. "bye! love you!" the two of them wave back. "thanks for watching her, guys," jack says to them, and they both nod.
"they're so in love it's disgusting," santos whispers to whitaker.
"shut up, that's literally you with garcia," whitaker retorts. he gets slapped in the arm.
meanwhile, jack is carrying in his arms, all the way to his truck. "you're so strongg, baby," you say, squeezing at his muscle.
he chuckles. "gotta be so i can take care of you. but i heard someone took a mighty big fall earlier."
"my hands are all scratched up, see." there's a big pout on your lips as you raise your hands to show him. finally at his truck, he places you in the front seat, buckling you up, before gently grabbing your wrists to inspect. you'll be fine, he thinks. wash them up, put some neosporin on, and then a bandaid. they'll be good as new.
he kisses each palm, and then places another one on the inside of your left wrist. right on top of your moon tattoo. "i'll clean you up when we get home, yeah?"
your eyes are already halfway shut, ready to fall asleep at any moment. but you're lucid enough to whisper, "thank you for taking care of me, jackie."
he kisses you one last time. this time on your forehead. "always, sweetheart, always."
a/n: wrote this in ten minutes so maybe it's ass
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chat im such a loser what is this
cw: pregnant!reader
a/n: yes, this is inspired by the office
Jack Abbot liked to believe that the staff at PTMC was smart. How could they not be? They'd all gone to school for years on end, had life experiences that they brought to the job, experienced some of the worst cases and came back to work day after day. You, as his wife, was of course included. It definitely helped that you were one of the most badass nurses the ED had ever seen.
Ellis sat at the hub, catching up on her charting and yet, you and his fellow attending were nowhere to be found. That wasn't good. He did a quick glance around the room to make sure everything was good before bracing his arms on the counter, "Ellis, you seen my wife? Or Shen?"
"The feast," Ellis responds without taking her eyes off the computer screen.
"The what?" Jack asks while blinking rapidly.
She chuckles, "it's her last shift before her maternity leave so she and Shen are having their last four a.m. feast together."
"What the hell does that mean?" Jack asks.
Ellis drops her hands and spins in her chair to look at her attending with a deadpan expression, "every week since the start of her second trimester, she and Shen have been having what they call a feast. They stuff their faces with different baked goods and sweets. That's all."
Jack rolls his eyes, his stride long as he makes his way back to the break room with a scolding on the tip of his tongue. The words fizzled away to nothing as his face fell into one of pure puzzlement at the sight before him.
On the small break room table was a spread that could have rivaled any of the bakeries in town. A cake sat at the center, danishes sat to the right, muffins to the left, croissants behind the cake, and cookies in front. You were lounging in a plastic chair with your legs propped up on another, looking so relaxed that one might think you were laid out on a beach and not in a hospital break room. You happily take the brownie Shen extends to you and bite into it despite having a mouthful of frosting.
These are the exact moments that make him question the intelligence of his team. How is it that, you, his beautiful, very pregnant wife, and Shen, his... decent, fellow attending, found time in the midst of an emergency department shift to have a feast? He supposed that orchestrating all of this right below his nose did take a certain type of cleverness.
He pushed the door open as quietly as he could, catching your voice, "the cream puffs this time are much better than the ones we had in week 25."
"Totally. I think week 25's were frozen. This place is legit!" John agrees with a mouthful of donut.
"What do we have here?" Jack asks, his arms crossed across his chest with a smug smirk.
Your eyes widen in shock, like a kid being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Literally. "Jackie," you sing song with an awkward grimace.
"Nuh uh, Sweetheart. Really? I walk in on two of my staff members devouring the equivalent of a small pastry shop?" He asks with a quirked brow.
"Technically, the wife works for Lena," Shen points out through a mouthful of what Jack can only assume is a bite of cake. Red velvet?
"The wife," Jack repeats, "also knows she should be watching her sugar intake."
You exhale loudly, "the baby and I will be fine. It's once a week where I'm bad for half an hour at most. Plus, this is probably the last time before I'm banned from anything sweet because I'm on the Dr. Jack Abbot Diet of Doom and Gloom for the rest of my pregnancy."
"The Diet of Doom and Gloom? Did that apply to my midshift runs to get you chicken nuggets and fries a handful of times? Or when you made Ellis run up to the cafeteria to get you soft serve with crocodile tears in your eyes?" He lists off.
You purse your lips and divert your gaze with a shrug, "baby brain made me forget."
"Sure, blame the baby," Jack chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple, "wrap it up in here and then come back to your jobs, yeah?"
"The wife and I still have sweets in the freezer to get to," John groans as he throws his hands up, "we'll have to rework the schedule since we're being rushed."
"The ice cream cake!" You wail with genuine tears building in your lash line.
Jack nods slowly and judgmentally as he slowly backs out of the room, watching on as you and Shen struggle to make room on the table. Maybe he'd have been better off if he didn't know this was happening...
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pope cody and his partner that falls to sleep immediately after having sex.
he had only just pulled out and flopped back onto the bed beside you when your eyes are already fluttering shut and your brain has switched off— partly because of the overstimulation he just gave you— he watches and your body relaxes and slows down with a soft huff of laughter and smile.
the first time you two hooked up he got so scared and thought that he had hurt you or done something wrong, he wanted to clean you up, he always gave the person he had sex with aftercare. always. so you had to reassure him that he hadnt done nothing wrong and that youre just tired.
…… when hes still pent up after only one round and youre already exhausted you give him the go ahead to fuck you while you’re sleeping. popey needs his release.
… or pope who gets up after a few minutes, going to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to wash the drying cum off your thighs and belly :p
im si scared why is this doing well guys im a loser
bro everything i write abiut pope cody i write while watching the show so its so not proofread its😭😭😭😭😭😭 im so sorry for bad grammar and soelling chat
pope cody and his partner that falls to sleep immediately after having sex.
he had only just pulled out and flopped back onto the bed beside you when your eyes are already fluttering shut and your brain has switched off— partly because of the overstimulation he just gave you— he watches and your body relaxes and slows down with a soft huff of laughter and smile.
the first time you two hooked up he got so scared and thought that he had hurt you or done something wrong, he wanted to clean you up, he always gave the person he had sex with aftercare. always. so you had to reassure him that he hadnt done nothing wrong and that youre just tired.
…… when hes still pent up after only one round and youre already exhausted you give him the go ahead to fuck you while you’re sleeping. popey needs his release.
… or pope who gets up after a few minutes, going to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to wash the drying cum off your thighs and belly :p
thinking about jack abbot clicker training reader……
going out with your friends and pope drops you off but instead of just dropping you off and leaving he stands at his truck and just watches
one of your friends goes “why is he… he keeps looking at us?” and you reply “oh he just does that- thats just pope for you” with a shrug
Jack wants to sleep in but his puppy is wide awake (NSFW)
Jack Abbot / Dennis Whittaker (hucklerabbot mentioned)
CW: explicit nsfw, old man things, casual sex, puppy space, cockwarming
It’s 7 in the morning and Dennis hasn’t been able to fall back asleep since Robby left for his shift. His body is far too used to their schedule, despite staying up late. Poor Robby is the only one who has to get up, sleep deprived after their…eventful night.
His body isn’t only affected by his sleep schedule, though. After starting HRT around six months ago, Dennis has been needy. Needing extra cuddles and affirmations due to his mood swings. Needing to fill the never ending void that is his stomach. Needing the AC on full blast or he’d sweat buckets.
But most of all, what really made Dennis feel like a man, is his most unsatiable need; the need to be fucked.
Every morning, like clockwork, he wakes up extra sensitive. Now, this isn’t usually an issue—really quite the opposite, Robby tends to wake up just as eager. Jack, unfortunately, not as much due to his age. Of course Jack loves to please Dennis, as well as himself, he simply can’t get it up as much anymore. He tends to use his hands or preferably his mouth, tasting and lapping up Dennis inside and out. Inspecting every inch of his changing body, telling him how beautiful he is. Adoring the effects of testosterone, and how they make Dennis so happy.
But right now, Jack wants to do nothing but sleep. His jaw is sore from last night, eating Dennis out and gulping down Robby’s cock. Sleep deprived— and traumatized— from his shift the night before. Exausted physically and mentally.
When soft wet licks pull up Jack’s cheek, his arm lazily waves, shooing Dennis away. A low, sleepy grumble of disapproval comes from Jack, who’s face is buried in a pillow.
“Jack,” Dennis whispers, “Jack….” He knows he’s awake. No answer.
So he resorts to what always works, “Daddy.”
Jack’s eyes remain closed, but Dennis finally gets an answer from him, “what, puppy?” His voice his sleepy, deep and gravely from exhaustion. Dennis cuddles closer, wriggling a leg between Jack’s thighs.
“Need you.” Dennis whines, slotting himself between Jack’s leg, mounting it and rocking their bare bodies together.
“Good, good…like that.” The praise mindlessly comes from Jack, barely even conscious.
“No…” Dennis whines, “I need you inside.”
Jack’s face stays turned into the pillow, avoiding those begging eyes he knows are pointed at him. “Dennis,” he’s never in the mood when he calls him that, “I’m fucking exausted. Just use my leg.”
Dennis starts to hump his leg again, slowly grinding his slick folds along Jack’s leg. “Feel how wet I already am for you.” He mutters, “how much I need you.”
Jack is fighting a loosing battle. “So whiny,” he teases. “You’re a big boy, you can do it puppy.”
“Please, Daddy? Please—I’ll be fast.” Dennis stops the rocking motion an lays flat on top of Jack.
“But I won’t, you know I won’t. I’m not even hard, Den.” Jack admits, not awake enough to care for his ego. His face is pried out from the pillow by hands on either side of his face, eyes begrudgingly open.
“I can fix that.” Dennis hums, ghosting their lips together, feeling his hot breath but not meeting for a kiss. Leaving Jack unsatisfied, “if you let me.” A finger reaches out to twirl one of those silver curls.
Jack sighs, knowing he won’t have much of a choice, “show me what you’ve got, then we’ll talk.” Dennis smirks at his reply, attempting to slip under the covers. But his face is caught by a large hand, Jack pulling him into that kiss he never got. “And quit teasing.” He huffs.
“Yes, sir.” Dennis breathes, kissing his face and then jaw. Then lower and lower, down his neck and to his chest. Teething carefully on his pink nipple. Suckling and kissing at each one before traveling down further, giving attention to every part of his body. His hands trail behind, ghosting over where he’d previously been pressing his weight onto Jack— who is loving the attention. Dennis lets the blanket slide off of them as he works his way down, making sure Jack can watch him.
However, Jack is still half asleep, the soft touches and tender care only making sleep find him easier. Though that changes when he feels the flat of Dennis’s tongue runs up his soft dick, hilt to tip, earring a pleased hum from Jack. “I love the way you taste.” Dennis starts, gripping him with both hands and lapping gently at the head, small puppy licks. Tongue turns to lips, kissing right over the top before taking it into his mouth. All his attention focused on the sensitive tip, suckling, running his tongue back and forth. He pulls away, “mmmh, the top still so sensitive, isn’t it?” Dennis asks, putting it back in his mouth.
Jack chuckles, loving when his puppy talks dirty to him, “yeah, a little. Feels good like that.” His eyes fall closed again, petting Dennis’s hair, enjoying the soft stimulation.
Going a little further, Dennis strokes up and down his soft shaft with both hands. His mouth works harder too— fitting the entire head inside. Popping it in and out, swirling circles over it with his tongue. He’s giving Jack all he’s got. Knowing if he works hard enough he’ll get a reward.
“Jesus— when did you get so good at that?” Jack groans, satisfied.
Pulling his mouth away to reply, those hands keep themselves busy, “had a lot of practice with Robby.” He tries to say nonchalantly but a big smile is plastered on his face. “Been wanting to show you— and to taste you.” He laps at the tip more, “you always do such a good job helping me, Daddy.” Dennis hums, “I want to make you feel good too.” One hand shifts to massage his balls, the other still stoking. He feels a small twitch come from Jack’s shaft, earring a pleased hum from Dennis.
“You’re so fucking adorable.” Jack hums, peeking down at him, unable to help himself from the beautiful sight. Dennis beams at his praise, wiggling his hips against Jack’s knee.
As those hands carefully work Jack, Dennis looks to him, “you know…you could still put it in soft.” He suggests shyly.
“And do what? Wait for me to get hard?” Jack jokingly suggests, but the shade of red Dennis goes tells him that’s exactly what he had in mind. “Really?” Jack asks, intrigued. Dennis smiles when he feel the shaft in his hands pull a little, twitchy and starting to harden.
“Please?” Dennis begs, still stroking him up and down, slowly but passionately.
Jack smirks and pats his thigh, signaling for Dennis to get on top. And that he does—eagerly but still carful as to not hurt his oh so generous lover. Lining himself up, Dennis carefully slips Jack’s slightly hardened cock in. His pussy is incredibly wet, allowing Jack to slide in with ease. The warm sensation of pushing in makes the older groan in pleasure, his cock happily responding too.
“See, told you I’d be fast.” Dennis teases, pleased that he can feel his hard work staring to take effect.
“Easy there, cowboy. You’ve got a long way to go.” Jack coos. Dennis nods, leaning down so that their chests lay flat against each other. He’s carful to only rock his hips slightly, not letting the soft appendage fall out.
Dennis continues like this, not getting any help from his sleepy partner, only the occasional mumbles of affirmations or gentle head scratches. But he doesn’t mind, adoring how Jack feels inside of him even like this— especially like this. It’s somehow more raw and intimate. And he’s so sensitive between his legs, clit perking out about an inch and half at this point, that any stimulation feels good. It feels amazing actually, slicked up and stuffed full, despite Jack not being at his full length— yet. As this motion continues, Jack gets closer and closer to standing at full attention.
“Daddy…” Dennis whispers
“Yes, puppy?”
“Thank you. You feel so good inside me.” Dennis leans even closer to finish the sentance with a kiss, rocking his hips so carefully.
“Anything for my sweet boy.” Jack hums, lazily meeting the movements once or twice, allowing himself to get worked up. “Now keep riding, juuuust like that if you want a treat.” Jack whispers, low groans of approval following.
“A treat?” Dennis repeats, more excited than before.
“Yes, a treat. Work hard and daddy will stuff you nice and full, sound good?”
Dennis nods, rolling his hips in slow practiced movements, “mmhm, yes— yes please.” With each stroke he can feel Jack getting harder, Dennis’s moans get more difficult to stifle as the cock inside of him grows in length. Sitting up, those hip movements get more confident, the strokes getting longer and faster.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Jack moans, slinging an arm over his face.
“Doing good?” Dennis asks, a little out of breath and falling further into that fuzzy space. He places his hands on Jack’s stomach to balance himself, gently pawing and kneading.
“Yes puppy, you’re doing amazing. That’s a good boy.” Jack assures him, reaching his free arm out to hold his thigh and gently thumbing the side.
Falling into soft moans, Dennis doubles he effort eager to please, to get his reward. Jack is fully erect inside of him now, reaching the deepest parts of his insides. Feeling every curve and vein slide in and out of him. He gets lost— gets sloppy.
Jack squeezes his thigh to get his attention, “hey—fuck— hey, slow puppy, slowly.”
“Yes, sir.” The pup complies immediately, “sorry daddy,” he whispers.
“It’s okay, you just got excited, didn’t you?” Jack comforts him, soft moans returning from both of them. Dennis nods, making sure his strokes are slow but passionate.
Dennis is expecting a punishment, something Robby loves. However, Jack tends to take a much more gentle approach when Robby is gone. Not to mention how he’s far too tired to do anything but let the pup get himself off. If Jack finishes too, that’s just a bonus.
But he knows Dennis wants it. His boy loves nothing more than being stuffed full of his warm cum. So he guides Dennis’s hips to where they are perfectly aligned, where he feels best. “Just like that, follow my hands, okay?”
“Mmhm..” dennis replies, barely audible. He feels mushy inside, loving every moment.
He mindlessly bucks into Jack, following his movements until both of them are panting and close to the edge.
“M’ close..” Dennis huffs.
“Me too—fuck, just a little more puppy, can you go a little longer?”
“Yes, daddy,” he nods eagerly, slowly laying himself down so her can hug Jack tight. “Can try.”
Large hands wrap around Dennis’s back, “Such a sweet puppy, aren’t you?” Jack hums, one hand moving into his hair.
“Mmhm…” Dennis barely registers what Jack’s saying, knowing his sweet tone means praise. His goal is in sight, and that’s all he’s focused on. Rolling his hips so that he can feel every inch inside of him, “Can’t…can’t wait.”
“Aww, you gonna cum puppy?” Jack asks, rubbing his back. All Dennis can do is nod. “That’s okay, I’m close enough, you can cum for me baby.”
With permission, Dennis rocks just a little harder into him, clasping his legs tightly around Jack’s waist. Chasing his orgasm, feeling his cock spread him wide and continously rub against his clit. “Sososo good…” Dennis whines, closing his eyes and humping helplessly until he finds that sweet spot— seeing white. His walls clench around Jack, making them both moan. Pleasure washes over him, twitching and shaking as he peaks.
The sight is adorable, Jack feels himself getting closer to the edge too, enjoying every moment of Dennis cumming all over his cock. The slick pooling out of his already leaking cunt. “Keep going puppy, I’m almost there.”
Dennis doesn’t really need to be told, still keeping a steady pace, though he nods eagerly at the command. His brain may be foggy, but he still wants his treat.
And a treat he gets. Jack groans pulling Dennis deeper onto his cock, one, two final strokes before he bottoms out. Hot ropes of cum shoot into those velvet insides, the two of them moaning together at the sensation. Dennis carefully grinds against him a few more times, making sure to milk him of every last drop. “‘Mmmh…so full, daddy.”
“That’s right. Full of daddy’s cum, aren’t you?” Dennis nods, burying his face into Jack’s neck. Teething at the skin, suckling and kissing upwards. Over his jawline and to his lips. Sloppily making out with his lover. Devouring each other.
When Jack tries to push Dennis off, he won’t budge, gripping tighter. “Den, puppy, you gotta let go.”
Shanking his head, Dennis finds shelter in his neck once more. “Stay. Like this.”
“I’m really, really not up for another round Dennis.”
“I know. Just…wanna feel you. Sleepy.”
Running his fingernails along Dennis’s back, he hums, thinking, “you want to sleep…like this?”
“Yes please.” Dennis wiggles his hips, adjusting so that he’s comfier.
Sighing, unable to deny his sweet puppy such a request, Jack agrees. “Okay. But I’m gonna get you cleaned up as soon as we’re awake, alright?”
Dennis nods, giving a chaste lick to his cheek as a sign of aprooval. Jack hums, pleased that his pup had been lulled back to sleep. The two rest easy like this.
holy shit im in heaven
