#huckeabbot

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

type of stuff i think jack is leaving on the fridge

[thefuzzzz]

Dennis has always, as his mother used to say, had “ants in his pants.” He just can’t sit still. He’s always got this buzzy feeling under his skin, like he needs to be doing something or he’ll explode.

On the farm, this was all fine and dandy. He could run out to the barn and complete something off the ever evolving list of chores and be satisfied at last. It was a little harder when he moved to the city, but then he had med school to keep him busy. Now that he’s got his job stable and was living between his and Trinity’s place and Jack’s…he got a little wiggly sometimes.

He’d feel his leg bouncing unconsciously, even though he’d just finished work and should probably be exhausted. But, he got that itch to get busy. He’d pick up an extra night with the street team, go help Amy with something, and he even picked up taking long runs on his off days.

Jack was pretty used to coming home and finding his whole house deep cleaned by a very wired boy, who was now currently elbow deep in a new project he’d managed to find. But, sometimes he just wanted to cuddle his boy without him fiddling with something or planning out a new project.

It was a lazy morning. Jack had just come home from night shift. He took a long shower and came to bed, accidentally waking Dennis, who had the day off. Where most people would be excited to relax for a day, Dennis was an odd duck, and Jack could tell he was kind of dreading being left to his own devices for a bit.

The boy stretched and yawned as Jack cuddled up behind him. “Want breakfast?” Dennis hummed sleepily.

Jack ran a hand through his hair. “I’m okay, baby. Go back to sleep.”

“Hmmm.” He cuddled close, but toyed with Jack’s hand mindlessly. “We should go to the store later.”

“Sure.”

“And I think I’m gonna clean the bathroom today,” he babbled on. “And the sink is doing that thing again, so I’m gonna borrow your tool box.”

“Dennis?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Dennis chuckled, because he could hear the teasing in Jack’s voice. He flopped over to be face to face.

“That wasn’t nice,” he hummed, kissing Jack’s cheek.

Jack smiled at him tiredly. “Go back to sleep. It’s early.”

He lasted exactly two minutes of sleepy cuddling before his leg started bouncing impatiently under the blankets. Jack sighed and grabbed his thigh. “Knock it off.” He got a mumbled apology, but Dennis was clearly still itching to get up, playing with his hands.

“You want something to do?” Jack hummed.

“I’m just bored.”

“Suck me off, then.”

Dennis laughed. “You’re so gross.”

“I wasn’t kidding. Suck or cuddle. Up to you.”

Dennis chewed his lip. Sure, they did stuff like this, the nasty, gritty, sexy parts of being together. But…there was usually some build up. Foreplay, even. Jack would stick his fingers in Dennis’s mouth or slide them down his thighs or something. But, right now, he was laid out like a sunbather, hands folded behind his head. He looked like he just did not care wether Dennis did or didn’t. Dennis had always found not caring a little attractive, mostly because it was a quality he did not possess. He did much Caring and Freaking Out.

So, he bent. He tugged down Jack’s boxers and peeked under the covers. He wasn’t, how do you say, at full mast, exactly. Dennis swallowed hard.

The weight of Jack’s hand hit his neck. “Sugar, I’m an old man. You gotta do something for me to, y’know, get excited.” Dennis nodded dutifully and looked back down. “C’mon,” Jack cooed. “Don’t be intimidated. You’ve taken it before, you can do it again. Just…usually by now you’re palming at my pants and calling me daddy-”

“Jack!”

“Alright, alright. You’re in your pretty little head right now, huh? That’s ok. Just suck, baby.”

Just suck. Well, things couldn’t be any clearer than that.

Dennis licked his lips and scooted himself down the bed. His eyes, big as saucers, watched Jack’s face as he gave his cock little kitten licks and kisses. Something salty hit his tongue, so he took it as a sign to ease the length into his mouth.

“Y’know, I always kinda thought you had an oral fixation of some kind,” Jack mused as he was sheathed into Dennis’s soft, warm mouth. “You’re always so eager to suck on my fingers when I tell you to. Looking so relaxed.” He chuckled. “Fuck, even now, you look like you’re in heaven.”

Dennis’s gag reflex was not particularly well trained, so he got about as far as he could before employing the use of his hands. The point was, it was more than enough to keep him entertained and very much not bored.

[finney0jay]

Drawing langwhitabbot while watching meldon edits im on a high

[thefuzzzz]

So far the resounding vote on this poll is yes! So, I’ll be having a little follower party! I’ve never done one of these but I’m excited lol

You guys will send in asks for drabble prompts and I’ll answer in 200-500 words or more!

Rules:

Smut/mature asks must come from those over the age of 18

I’m fine with most things smut wise, but no peepee or poopoo or vomit pretty please. Not kink shaming, just not my thing

Send as many asks as you want, but don’t send the same one twice!

I’m cool with most ships, but if you wanna be extra sure you can search the tags on my blog and see! (Or just peek at the tags on this post) If you aren’t sure, just shoot me a DM or an ask :D

If I don’t answer yours, it’s not because I hate you, I promise

Anon asks are on for now, but behave…

I am taking asks always, but this particular event will be taking asks until the 8th!! Responses will start popping out on the 9th!

Now flood my inbox!!

[thefuzzzz]

Pride Month 2026 - Day 30

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Dennis Whitaker was a therapy dog who wished to be a real boy. Jack wasn't too blind to see this. He noticed how people relaxed around him, how kids took shines him, and even how emotional patients took his hands in their own and looked at him like he held the secret key to making them feel better.

He thought it was just a trait of Whitaker's patient care. All doctors had something that they picked up from a professor or mentor somewhere along the way. Whitaker just happened to pick up some extra emotional relief skills somewhere in his med school journey. See, Jack really thought that this was patient specific.

Until, of course, they started dating.

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