I saw a little clown Dimoo on eBay and what if I got him and made stupid little outfits of my favorite clowns? He could be a little Fizzarolli? Buggy? Harley Quinn?
being mutuals with really skilled artists is so funny. van gogh & monet are in the tags of my shitposts telling me they love my sense of humor. I feel like roger rabbit
1.) He discovered this one early into their relationship, when the sex came easier than the actual emotions of it all. When Jack would grip Dennis's hips with his massive hands and dig his thumbs into the divot of Dennis's hips where the nerves there made him tremble. Dennis tried to grip anything else- the pillows, the sheets, his own hair, before one particular down stoke and Jack's thing with his tongue made Dennis's back bow off the bed.
His hands flew down before he could control it, tangling in his silver curls and tugging. Even if he hadn't heard the moan that Jack let out, the vibrations of it down his shaft made Dennis squirm as he gasped out his name.
Jack only came up for air once Dennis had came down his throat, shaking apart in his grip. A faint flicker of curiosity crossed Dennis's brain as he tugged on the curls covering the crown of his head. Jack groaned, his eyelids drooping for a second as the feeling rocked through him before his eyes darted up to Dennis's and he let out a huff of air. He continued his crawl up to bracket Dennis with his arms, craning his neck down.
"Jesus kid, warn a guy." He croaked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's lips.
"Are- are you blushing? Do you like when I do that?" Dennis asked when they parted, still a little breathless and now a little coy at his discovery. It was clear now- a blush colored the man's tan, freckled cheeks.
"Den-nis-" Jack started, only to groan out the second syllable as Dennis tugged again. Dennis grinned and leaned up to kiss him.
"That's hot."
"It's childish, is what it is. 50 years old and I still like getting my hair pulled like I'm a teenager." Jack grumbled into Dennis's neck, trying to kiss down Dennis's neck in a way he knew would distract him, the bastard.
"No it's not, it's hot. Stupid hot. I like making you a little crazy, you do it to me all the time." Dennis whined as Jack's teeth worried at the skin by his collarbone. "Hey, you're doing that on purpose-!"
"If you can talk still I'm not doing my job right, honey." Jack mumbled into his skin, kissing down his chest as Dennis huffed out a sigh of exasperation and let it go. He'd tuck it into his back pocket for later.
2.) To say that he was caught off guard by the smell of chocolate and Guinness when he stepped into his home was an understatement.
He felt his breath snag somewhere, maybe on his ribs, maybe on the ragged edges of the hole his wife had left, as he tried not to stumble his way into the kitchen. Seeing Dennis's broad back and curly dark blonde hair as some easy listening played in the background brought an odd mix of heart warming affection and gentle melancholy. Dennis looked over his shoulder and smiled brightly.
"Hey! Sorry, I- hands were full with frosting stuff, I didn't hear you come in!" Dennis gingerly set down the piping bag and walked around the island to give him a peck on the cheek. "I hope it's okay I'm making a mess in here, I just.. um, I found this recipe? And I thought since it was your birthday tomorrow I'd make it?"
From the small box of recipes tucked into the corner on the counter by the kitchenaid that had been collecting dust was a recipe for "Jack's Birthday Cake." Jack took it from Dennis's hold and thumbed the round edge. Seeing Liz's handwriting on that beaten up little index card squeezed Jack's heart just a bit.
"Yeah- yeah, Den, go nuts. Ask Robby, I could probably burn water if I tried to bake something." He mustered up, giving Dennis back the card as he peered at the cake still half-frosted on the counter. "Lord knows this stuff just collects dust otherwise. I got it to be used."
God, when did Dennis get so close to his sore spots?
"I know it's not your birthday yet but- do you want to have some now?"
"It's close enough. Only, what, a couple more hours?"
"17, actually."
"Mm, semantics."
Jack slid onto a stool as Dennis plated a few slices. He could tell Dennis was nervous about his reaction as he cut into the moist looking cake with his fork and brought it to his mouth.
It was just as delicious as he remembered it. Jack savored the bite before swallowing it and clearing his throat a bit of the rich frosting.
"I haven't… it's been a while since I've had this, I'm- thank you, sweetheart." Jack blinked away the concerning prickly burn in his eyes- Jesus should he get checked for something?- as Dennis's smile softened and he gave Jack another longer, gentler kiss.
3.) "I should have known you had ulterior motives." Jack grumbled as he smacked Dennis's wandering hand away, breaking their kiss as Dennis chuckled. "You fuckin' menace."
"Am I not allowed to enjoy my boyfriend's assets?" Dennis asked with a small pout as he wiggled out of his jeans, tossing them in a small pile in the corner of the bathroom.
"I'm getting harassed by my coworker half my age, I should report you to HR."
"I'm your- yeah, you know what, go ahead. Tell them I keep you in the basement too." The sound of the water hitting the tile filled the room with white noise while he unfolded the shower bench.
"Yeah, this kid gropes my ass and keeps a disabled vet in his basement. I get food and water, sunlight on the weekends."
"Who gave you internet access? I took your phone away when you tried to call the cops."
"Santos shows me TikToks when I'm allowed out to go to work." Jack smiled at Dennis's giggle, standing up to hold out an arm for Jack to take. Dennis grunted as Jack pulled himself up and grabbed the bar with his other hand, lowering himself carefully onto the bench. "Don't you ever grunt again when helping me up, you're making me feel fat."
Jack harrumphed as Dennis laughed again, giggling over his grumblings as he settled on the shower floor between Jack's legs. Suds began sluicing over Dennis's shoulders as Jack worked his hands through Dennis's curls, the soft citrus scent steaming the air as Dennis closed his eyes and hummed.
He almost missed it- the way Dennis tilted his head and pressed his lips to the skin of his calf while he was tilting Dennis's head forward to suds up the curls at his nape. He huffed as he felt his cheeks prickle with what he knew was a blush.
"You sap." He murmured, tugging on his curls lightly and making him straighten again.
"Mmm, yeah." Dennis turned himself around and took his calf in his hand, dipping his head to press a firmer kiss to his shin. Jack hated how it made his stomach flip.
"Oh my god, I gotta beat you off with a stick." Jack spluttered, jerking his leg out of Dennis's hold. "What's gotten into you?"
"Just want to kiss my boyfriend, is that illegal?" Dennis pouted up at him. Jack leaned over him to unhook the shower head from the wall and brought it over his hair instead of answering.
4.) Jack never wanted Dennis to feel like he wished he was a woman.
He still liked lingerie, was the problem. He liked when his wife would put on something pretty in whatever color she decided to wear. He kind of missed the feel of his on his hands when he would pet her sides, or the thrill of seeing the strap peak over the waistline of her pants. He liked seeing her shine with that kind of soft confidence of wearing something pretty just for herself.
Dennis had those moments, but it was things like sneakers or a new button up he felt good in. And that was fine. He loved seeing Dennis confident in what he wore.
The incident occurred on his birthday. Dennis had been weird and giggly all morning, rocking on the balls of his feet as Jack finished the breakfast Dennis had made him before saying that he had Jack's gift upstairs. He remembered being a little touched that Dennis made sure to shuffle his feet as he walked behind him, that he expected the hands that went over his eyes and Dennis's voice trying for something sultry as he murmured, "Wanna see your gift?"
It was a joke. It was obviously a joke. The way the cups of the bra gaped from his chest with nothing to fill them, to the glimpse of his dick not even fitting in the tiny lace panties the outfit came with. It all said that Dennis had grabbed it off the rack without a second thought to if it would actually fit.
That didn't make Jack's harsh inhale any less obvious. That didn't stop his eyes roving over the delicate pink lace of the babydoll that fell over his abs and the jut of his hipbones, softened it into something that Jack wanted to sink his teeth into. His eyes darted up to Dennis's face, waiting for the goofy smile or "gotcha!" or any sign that this wasn't what he thought it was.
Dennis's eyes were on his face as Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his sweatpants and shifted slightly.
"Oh- you really like this, huh?" Dennis stepped forward and came to a stop between Jack's legs.
"Dennis-" Jack croaked as the man took his hands and put them around his waist.
"You can touch, you know. It's your gift." He murmured. Jack nodded slowly where his eyes were still locked onto Dennis's abs, sweeping his thumbs over the straps of the panties and swallowing thickly.
"You're gonna kill me, angel."
5.) It was a thing on TikTok that Trinity had sent him with the message, "you should see what Jack does."; a couple walking to the car when the obvious passenger princess hops into the driver's seat while their partner watched incredulously. Usually the person would say something smarmy like "hop in, princess, I've got you." and the rest of the video would be the chaos that ensued. It was funny. Dennis asked why Trinity couldn't do it and she said that Baran locked the car doors until she was right next to the driver's side.
(Most likely due to Trinity's insane driving, but that was something Dennis kept to himself.)
It popped into his head while they were walking back from a dinner date, fingers interlocked as they made their way back to Jack's Santa Fe and climbed inside. It was on impulse that his fingers reached down and plucked the car keys from Jacks' hand and twirled the keychain around his index finger. Jack looked at him, his eyebrow cocked in disbelief.
"And where do you think you're driving with those, Den?"
"I'm driving us home tonight, actually." Dennis replied smoothly. The pedals had been fitted so that Jack could control the gas with his left foot instead of his right, but Dennis wasn't actually planning on driving anyways. Dennis reached over and gripped the meat of his thigh, squeezing it. "I've got it, princess."
If they weren't enclosed in the car and close to him, he probably wouldn't have caught the hitch to his breath as Jack stumbled over his words. "Ha-ha, very funny Den. Gimme the keys."
Dennis stopped and looked at him, his face slowly stretching into a sly grin. Jack's face looked like a fucking tomato, looking doggedly at the keys or at the car's counsel.
"Did you like that, princess?" He purred, watching Jack's face as he scoffed and his ears slowly reddened. "I'll give you the keys if you admit it."
"How about you give me the keys and I don't spank your ass red at home?" Jack answered, over-the-top gruff and huffy. Dennis grinned in triumph as though that had been the only answer he needed before he gave him the keys. Jack took them and turned, pinching Dennis's arm and earning a yelp as Dennis buckled into the passenger side seat.
(Dennis glowered at Trinity when she laughed at how gingerly he sat the next night.)
+1.) Dennis had prepped a lot for this.
Getting the right lighting, twisting and contorting his body this way and that, trying to figure out his phone timer, making sure he didn't look like he was straining his body, remembering to fix his face from concentrated to lustful. How the fuck did girls do this regularly?
It was worth it seeing himself splayed out in beautiful nude glory, chest arched up so you could make out his stiff nipples through the bralette and abs on tasteful display, leading down to his hard cock and legs carefully bent just so. He didn't even wait to change out of the lingerie before sending it to Jack, his heart pounding as he thought about how he'd react when he saw it. He let out a giddy little laugh as he sent it with the text, "Got something new but couldn't wait to show you :( " before throwing his phone somewhere on the bed.
Fuck, just thinking about Jack opening his phone and then clutching it to his chest again. Would he peak at it throughout his shift? have to adjust himself in his scrubs thinking about Dennis waiting for him at home all wanton and needy? he thinks he got a good glimpse of the plug nestled into his hole, maybe he would daydream about coming home and waking him up with his cock in Dennis's hole.
The vibrating pattern of Jack's ringtone made Dennis sit upright, staring at the device as that giddiness rose up in him again. He almost didn't want to look, Jesus Christ.
With bated breath he opened his phone and looked at the text, biting his lip as he read-
A thumbs up.
A thumbs up on his nude.
With a follow up text of "Nice."
"What the fuck?" Dennis blurted out to the empty room, the giddiness fizzling out into cool disappointment. He put on this itchy as fuck lace and posed for a whole half hour just for a fucking "Nice"?! He scoffed and stomped to the bathroom to change back into the college t-shirt and boxers he had on.
("I was flustered, baby, I was, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen! I didn't know how to reply, that's how much you broke my brain, sweetheart!" Jack would later wheedle, borderline whine as Dennis scowled at him and rolled his eyes.
"More than a fucking 'nice' would have been fine." Dennis huffed, rolling on his side to face away from him. A hand on his ankle made him yelp as Jack dragged him bodily across the bed, bracketing him in with his arms.
"Lemme show you how much I loved it, please?" He asked, brow furrowed and body stock still as he waited for Dennis's response.
"You fuckin' better.")
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THIS WAS SO FUNNNN gimme more flustered babygirl Jack Abbot actually, I need it bad.
If you want more a more intricate, grief-centered, beautiful piece with similar premises to #2 then I would go check out @queer-reader-07 's post HERE! We thought it would be fun to post these at the same time :D
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
I actually think these pics sum me up pretty well lol
I'll tag a few ppl I'm moots with, this is obvi not mandatory and if you're bothered by the tag sorry 😅 but I hope you guys will like the idea 🫶 : @miwiheart , @finnslay , @s1las-moonz , @hanboncinnabon + anyone who sees this and would like to join 😽🫶
I feel like this represents my inner world pretty well
Sorry if some of the tagged people find me tagging them strange, I just really like their stuff and am honoured to be their mutual, but yall don't have to do this if you don't want to!!
OMG thanks for the tag!! My first time joining one of these :333
I have a embarassingly low amount of people to tag for now but im hoping this reaches more people to join!!!! :DD @kittywir3 @alicealwaysfirst @alyssastarpaws3011
I actually already happen to have a pinterest board dedicated to images I relate deeply with. My equal favorite colours are purple and green, but since my tumblr theme is all purple, let's go with...
Here's a few extras because 9 isn't nearly enough, have 9 more;
I considered yellow too, but I've been really into a specific shade of green lately
I searched "lime green"
Oh, I really don't know who to tag. @fanby-fckry @protokyuuu @millenianthemums no pressure, lemme know if you'd rather I don't tag you in these, anyone else is also very welcome to join!
listen I don't think we've put nearly enough thought into the fact that dying and going to hellaverse hell must require an adjustment period while you rewire your entire baseline sexuality because chances are you're never going to see a normal conventionally attractive human-looking person again. even the least freaky sinners have SOMETHING going on that puts them to the left of anything you might fuck on earth. a whole society of monsterfuckers is created sheerly through the power of there being no other alternative. it's beautiful.
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