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Wait- Andrew, that’s not- yeah… ok

Thinking about Robby counting to three with Dennis but it’s like “One. Two. Two and a quarter. Two and a half.” Because he’s really not sure what he’s going to do if he gets to three. And Dennis knows this so he’s not moving from his spot on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, whatever Robby told him to do genuinely lost from his brain.

But when Jack yells “Two and three quarters!” From across the house, that’s when Dennis is moving because Robby doesn’t know what to do after three but Jack sure as hell does. And Dennis doesn’t want to replicate that experience ever again.

pope cody who is a humper. big bad scary guard dog filled with energy who just collapses into dennis whenever he sees him.

dennis gets in from work, heads into the kitchen before even taking his shoes off. pope is in there waiting for him. pope stalks over and just collapses into dennis back hugging him tight. before he even knows what he’s doing his hips start their tiny thrusting motions into the fabric of dennis’s jumper he still had on over his scrubs, dennis just strokes the hair on the back of his neck and pulls him closer muttering, “cmon puppy, you can do it, just let go for me…. thereeee he is,” encouraging pope along. dennis would never admit it out loud but pope’s quiet devotion in these moments gets him going like nothing else. his man, a puddle in his arms, using him for his own pleasure but still holding him so gently and full of love. dennis feels his stomach swirl with the want. “my beautiful boy, you just missed me so much isn’t that right? couldn’t wait for me to get back, just too needy puppy,”

they continue like this pope rutting into any part of dennis he can reach both fully clothed before he climbs over the peak of pleasure and cums with a whimper into the back of dennis’s neck.

“oh baby, that’s better right? got some of that energy out, shall we go lie down in bed?”

pope just nods, tiredness and submission clouding those big beautiful eyes.

#i’m at work rn #lunch break smut drabble #pope cody #dennis whittaker #popewhit #puppy pope cody #they love eachother so much

paranoidxbastard

Thinking about Robby affectionately calling Jack “red”. Having known Jack long enough to remember the gorgeous dark auburn curls he used to have. It comes out when Jack starts spitting fire.

“Easy there, Red. The break room isn’t soundproofed.”

“Red?” Jack turns and for a moment forgets what he’d been railing about and he smirks, “Really? No one here knows what the hell you’re talking about.”

“I’m not talking to them, I’m talking to you,” Robby whispers as he steps into Jack’s space, runs a hand over the gunmetal grey curls. Then his eyes light up, “and I don’t care what everybody says, you still look alright.”

That makes Jack laugh for real. “Oh, still? You’re a real smooth talker, Robinavitch, you know that? Get outta here. Your shift ended 90 minutes ago.”

“See you at home, Red.”

And if that makes Jack smile, makes him burn, more than once during his shift, so what.

sheldoncooperiscool

Jack's had a Ruff day

*puppyabbot establised rabbot minific*

(Hi heres a minific i wrote ages ago that i might turn into a multichap idk yet!!! i love the idea of domestic bdsm established rabbot and i just need abbot to be a puppy he is so puppy! my smut skills arent the best and there is none in this part but there will be if i decide to continue this in the future.)

The door creaks open with a soft groan, Robby lumbers in hanging up his jacket and bag and turns to his living room. The hospital had felt especially suffocating today, patients seemed to slip between his fingers two full codes and a handful more close calls. Home now. Jack. He thinks.

Jack freezes exactly where he is stood, pillow still clutched in one hand. The room is still and silent for a second before Robby breaks it with a soft,

“Hey puppy”

His shoulders drop, the tension that previously held him so highly strung unravelled and pooled at his feet just from Robby’s words alone. He throws the pillow down and almost runs towards Robby stopping just in front of him looking into his big brown eyes in a way that he hopes says please Robby I can’t stop thinking take me out of my head also I missed you also how was work also I made dinner.

Now Robby is no mind reader but he does know his husband exceptionally well, 30 odd years of being in each other's orbit will do that to you, so he can gather at least one of the questions that can’t quite break Jack’s lips right now.

“Hard day puppy?” He reaches up and cards a hand through Jack’s beautiful curls, gently working through any tangles, Jack just nods slightly and turns his face into Robby’s wrist.

“I smell dinner, did you cook for me pup?” Another shy nod into his neck.

“I know baby, you have done so well the place looks so clean. Did you have lunch?”

Jack nods and exhales into his neck. Ok not so chatty today that’s ok. Robby lets his hands fall to Jack’s hips, pulling him closer. Jack seems to let any of the remaining tension of the day fall out of him at that, sinking all the way into Robby’s huge frame. “That’s it baby,” he hushes, speaking the words directly into his puppy’s curls.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Jack’s breathing slowly returning to a steady rhythm, Robby slightly swaying him, squeezing his body deeply one last time before easing off the pressure and pulling away to hold his boy by the shoulders.

“Better?” Jack just meets his eyes, already glossed over in submission and trust. Robby takes that as a yes and begins running through the evening's plan in his head. A shower, food, then making sure Jack stays afloat. “Ok puppy, you are going to go into the bedroom, grab whatever will make you feel better right now and then come and find me in the living room. I'm going to grab us some food and you will get your gear on and get out of your head, huh puppy? Think I might need it more than you tonight." With a final wistful stroke of his boy's hair and a click of his tounge toward the bedroom Jack blinks back into himself and sets about completing his order.

Fuck im lucky. Robby thinks to himself.

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If I said Mutt4Puppy Huckleabbot

Mutt!Jack with leather harnesses and masks and rubber tail plugs and thick collars with metal buckles, polished and well-cared for. Bites and grumbles and huffs like an old dog while he’s fucking Dennis into the bed, tags jingling on his neck with each thrust. Puppy!Dennis with a soft blue collar lined with fur and soft ears he can clip into his hair with a matching tail. a soft little bell on his collar that matches the jingling of Jack’s tags with each thrust. All whimpery and whiney. Sometimes they roughhouse, wrestling and yelping and growling and snapping teeth but Dennis is always wriggling happily when Jack pins him, giggling at the snuffly huffs Jack takes of his neck and throat.

Sometimes they’re curled up together in bed, just in their collars, napping together like a pair of pups. It takes a little longer for Jack to get around on all fours but Dennis always waits for him so patiently.

Yeah <333

thirstkanaphan

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original joke/post by @neovagina-penisis-evangelion

motherofcatsandmess

If you dont like sonny angels... keep that opinion to yourself

#real #true #accurate #the pitt #cannon

puppiegracie

yeah I just know robby loves watching dennis get off.

dennis thought he had to put on a show the first time— spread his legs wide and bite his lip, slowly fuck himself open on his fingers— but no, that's not what robby wants. robby wants real, wants him, exactly what he does when he's alone.

his cheeks burn at robby's molten, intense gaze, sitting back in a chair with a hand resting over his bulge. not stroking himself, barely palming himself, more focused on his sweet pup getting all flustered. dennis swallows thickly as he grabs robby's pillow, sets it on the bed, mounts it. robby grins. theere you go, puppy. need something to hump, huh? cute little puppyhumps? shit, cmon, baby, show me...

dennis whimpering as he drags his hips against the pillow, a wet spot growing on the crotch of his briefs, damp with slick. his tdick is hard and pulsing against the fabric, the friction against it so deliciously good. when he presses down a little harder his mouth pops open in a gasp, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine, making him arch.

he gets desperate enough to lose his self consciousness, start humping in earnest, little yelps spilling from his pretty mouth with each desperate fuck of his hips against the pillow, chasing the pleasure. awww, does that feel so good? yeah? yeah? what a good boy!!! making your cute little puppyparts all drooly against daddy's pillow, huh? fuuuck, gonna smell just like that sweet cunt... keep going, gooood boy...

the praise makes him feel dizzy, stupid, too weak to stay upright. it always ends up like this, him shifting to his side, curled up fetal with the pillow still tucked firmly between his legs, hips working fast and desperate against it. the noises hiccuping out of him are downright pitiful, pathetic, little yips and cries and high-pitched moans. he's daddy's good boy, he's a good boy... and oh, fuck, fuck, the friction is sooo good against his sensitive little puppyparts, making his hole clench and flutter around the emptiness, tdick throbbing, making him even dizzier.

he cums with a bitten-off whine, panting hard, hips stilling their grind as he twitches and whimpers through the aftershocks. he can only manage a weak moan as his owner takes the pillow out from between his legs, pushing him to his stomach and pulling his hips up for access. the stretch of daddy's cock makes him flail and sob, burning so sweet, filling him aalll the way up. pleasure burns hot in his stomach as robby starts to pump in and out of his puffy pussy, fucking him hard and deep, making him drool into the sheets.

aww, what a messy pup... shh, shh, shh, puppy, just let me in, you're okay... such a good boy, humping my pillow, dirty, desperate little thing. my stupid little mutt, huh? my precious, dumb puppy? yeahh, you like being stupid for me... like being a dumb, pliant little fuckpet, huh? fuuuck, squeezing me so goddamn tight... little puppyparts don't wanna let daddy go, hmm? noo, I know, I knoww... gooood boy, good puppyy.