#sub jack abbot

[lancey-lance-963]

Hucklerabbot ; Puppy!Dennis x Mutt!Jack x Handler!Robby

[cw; belts, corporal punishment, crying, getting in trouble]

Dennis knew that he and Jack saw two different versions of the same dom.

He was a puppy. A puppy who yipped and tussled and growled and nipped and liked to mess with Jack whenever he could. Something cute and young to coo over and cuddle. Robby was Daddy, his daddy who gave him scritches and treats.

Jack was a mutt. The kind that laid in his favorite chair and napped and growled at Dennis when he nipped him too hard. The kind that heaved big sighs and let Dennis scuffle with him on energetic days. Robby was Sir, and Sir was fair but firm with him because he's an old military dog, he likes the structure and orders.

Dennis knew Robby had a different dynamic with Jack, and that was fine! He liked his daddy, he much preferred cuddles and baby talk and kisses to Sir's trained commands and tricks he does with Jack. He never had a reason to need Sir.

It was a bit of a perfect storm when Dennis first got to be on the receiving end of Sir.

Jack was curled up in his chair- being boring- as Dennis squeaked his toys and whined and whuffed at Jack. Usually by now, Robby would have directed his energy towards himself with a toy, a soft "let's let Jack nap, sweetheart, okay?"

But Robby was making dinner. More importantly, he wasn't around to tell Dennis to behave.

The first warning was when he had been biting and tugging at the leather ear of Jack's hood. Growling and tugging Jack's head while he grumbled and huffed, still refusing to play, until Jack wrapped a big paw around Dennis's neck and wrestled him into a headlock that had Dennis yelping and whining and trying to gnaw on his arms.

"Denny, what did I tell you about messing with Jack while he's napping? Robby tutted. He had come in with a towel slung over his shoulder,giving Jack a look which convinced Jack to loosen his grip and let Dennis wriggle away. He walked over and saw the bite marks in Jack's leather ear, frowning and rubbing the leather between his fingers.

"Let Jack nap, Dennis, he's an old mutt. Besides, I don't like you roughhousing by the liquor cabinet, you know that." Robby cooed, making sure to pet and scritch at his dark blonde curls until Dennis nodded and pressed his head into Robby's hand. "Sweet boy. Dinner will be ready in a half hour, you can behave until then."

And sure, Dennis could….

or he could play "try to get Jack to wrestle with him."

Soon he was circling Jack's chair again like a shark, nipping and biting at his exposed legs and arms that draped over the edge of the cushions. At one point he popped over the arm of the chair where Jack's head was, ready to plant another set of teeth marks into his pup hood, but this time Jack swiveled his head and snapped his teeth in a low growl.

It startled him so much that he ends up bumping into the liquor cabinet and breaking something.

The two pups froze at the sound of shattering glass, and if that wasn't enough of an indicator of his crimes a slow trickle of amber liquid begun to drip onto the floor. Dennis felt his stomach drop.

When he looked to Jack with wide, panicked eyes he only chuckled and gave him a sly little grin

"Better to tell him now than later, puppy." Jack hummed, entirely too pleased with the turn of events. So Dennis slowly crawled into the kitchen, sat by Robby's feet and gave a little whine. Robby picked up a vegetable butt between his index and thumb, ready to make Dennis do a trick for some scraps before he stopped and looked at his distraught pup.

Dennis doesn't even want to tell him at this point, he wants to go back in the living room and clean it all up and make it look like nothing had happened. But he knew that would get him in more trouble- if Robby found one of his very expensive bottles of whiskey inexplicably gone

"I. um... Daddy-" Dennis started, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Shh shh, what is it pup? It's okay."

"Ibrokesomethingintheliquorcabinet."

It came out in a rush, Dennis still looking at his feet and not at his Daddy's face.

Robby blinked for a second, processing, before answering. His voice was deceptively mild.

"...And this was after I just told you to stop rough housing with Jack?"

Dennis nodded miserably, startling when Robby snapped his fingers by his head.

"Look at me. Did you break something because you were messing with Jack?"

"...yes daddy." Dennis whines, fingers fidgeting on the floor. Robby sighed and leaned back up, cutting the gas stove and grabbing a towel. "Well, lets go check the damage."

Following him back to the scene of the crime made Dennis's stomach squirm. He slunk back into the living room on Robby's heels, sitting by the armchair while Robby opened up the cabinet to see which bottle broke. Jack's got one eye open from his pretend nap, watching shit hit the fan.

Robby found the bottle- thankfully broken into clean, big pieces- and sighed.

"Puppy, do you know how much a bottle of Bushmill's Single Malt Whiskey costs?"

Dennis doesn't even want to guess, he knows it'll be more than he'd even think a bottle of whiskey could be. Dennis looks at him through his lashes and trying not to let the whine slip from between his teeth.

"Th-three- four, four hundred?" He stuttered, looking up at him, but Robby's face gave nothing away.

"A little higher than that, pup."

"Daddy-"

"Tsht. Try again."

Jack chuckled at Robby's reprimand and shifted in the chair so he could properly watch.

"The whiskey was only 2 years younger than you, pup. Come on."

"S...seven? Hundred?" Robby clicks his tongue and looks at Jack.

"Mutt?"

"Nine hundred and seventy, Sir." Jack answered swiftly,

"Come here." And he didn't want to, but he was positive Robby's would grab his collar and pull him if he doesn't, so he slowly crawled over next to Robby. Before he can sit up though, Robby's palm is in his hair and pushing, down until his cheek is pressed against the wood floor and the sweet smell of whiskey fills his nostrils

"Sweetheart, I told you that roughhousing by the liquor cabinet would make something break, didn't I?" Robby asked softly, making Dennis's eyes tear up.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, m'sorry-" Dennis whined.

"Oh, you're going to be."

The hand in his hair is gone, and Robby's standing up and unbuckling his belt. "25 spanks- one for each ounce that's gone down the drain."

Dennis tries to sit up so he can ready himself but Robby makes that "Tsht." noise that has Dennis freezing in place. "I didn't tell you to get up."

He counted them out for Dennis- each one pulling a yelp from him, whining and whimpering like a puppy as big ol' tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks. After the 13th robby knelt down and asked for a color

"G-green."

"Are you sure, puppy?"

"Yes Daddy." Because yeah it sucks, but this is how he makes up for it. There's no way he can afford an almost 1k bottle of whiskey but the punishment settles the feverish guilt and worry bubbling inside of him. His own form of atonement.

Robby finishes them out and it's like a switch is flipped- Robby's kneeling by Dennis and kissing what hair is dry still, telling him he did so good, took it so well, what a good boy. And Dennis is whining into the large hands petting his cheeks and hair, nodding vehemently when Robby asks him if he's going to listen to Daddy next time.

"Ok, honey. Let's go upstairs, come on." The two of them make their way upstairs, Robby on two feet and Dennis on his hands and knees, following Robby to the den and where splashing water could be heard. Robby gave Jack a kiss on the forehead and a soft "Good Mutt." Before grabbing one of his college shirts and a pair of boxers for Dennis to wear after.

Dennis doesn't love having his collar taken off, whimpering low in his throat until Robby reassured him that Jackie's gonna clean it off for him, make it all nice and clean so he can wear it after his bath.

He helped Dennis climb into the tub of water and followed him once he's stripped down. Dennis hisses at the warm water on his ass but it melts away the stinging hurt the longer he's in it

Robby settled Dennis against his chest and carefully pours water over his hair, shields his eyes with one hand even, massaging shampoo and conditioner into his hair and murmurs about how much he loves Dennis, and how he's sorry he had to be mean, pressing kisses to his wet forehead with each rinse

"It's all done now, Denny. It's over, everything is forgiven. You're a good boy sweetheart, such a good boy. Oh, I know, I know." Shushing him occasionally as the sobs sometimes make random little reappearances. "I'm sorry it came to that, puppy. I know it wasn't very fun for you, hmm? But we're done, I promise, and you were such a good boy. I love you, puppy. Everything's okay, I promise."

Dennis ends up being The Most ClingyTm the entire night in a sweet puppy pile with Jack and Robby after Robby cleans the glass and whiskey from the incident.

And… maybe Dennis turns up his nose to whiskey for a good while.

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Sorry if this was a lil sloppy, I just wanted to get it down on tumblr fseguhfksdjfhk

[jack-abbot-sub-truther]

i think sub jack would get absolutely destroyed by dom dennis! jack has always been a huge brat, getting his doms to use a heavy hand to get him to float. he's a military man after all, he can take a lot of pain before he gives in!

despite being old, he's never tried to go the soft route, always looking for the biggest and baddest dom to rough him up, sending him floating and limping the next day. he doesn't mention the dropping feeling after every time, thinking it's just the normal comedown after being so floaty.

enter in dennis whitaker, soft dom extraordinaire. jack and dennis start out just dating after a blushing shy whitaker asks to take the attending out for coffee. jack is smitten and agrees. they don't fall into bed with each other until a few months into the relationship. but when they do, dennis tells jack about how he doms. jack doesn't think it'll work but agrees to try it.

and that man goes down faster than he ever has before. dennis smiles softly at him, pets his hair and calls him a good boy, and jack is gone. his pupils dilate fast as hell and he's immediately whining for dennis to take care of him. dennis laughs and continues to pet him, cooing about how smart and adorable his jackie is.

[blueangelbby]

i loved you most recent dom dennis thing, what about dom dennis with sub jack?

jack letting dennis take over, dennis taking care of jack; taking off his leg, reminding him hes safe, he doesnt have to make any big decicions anymore(no one lives' are in danger if he hesitates here), "all you have to do is be a good boy and listen to what i tell you to do, okay?"

young farmer's son dennis who is just as strong as old ex(?) military jack, so dennis can easily man handle jack when jack lets him

jack, who just needs a gentle hand now and then, and dennis, who sometimes needs to be reminded he Does have control over things

(can you tell ive been thinking about sub jack for a while? lol)

can i please be :] anon? (or i can be something else if its too similar to :) anon)

Jack whose bark is worse than his bite.

He's got the cocky, sarcastic exterior. Calm in a crisis, commands chaos really well.

But Dennis sees right through it. Dennis who finally gets him into bed and doesn't even let Jack attempt to be in charge. Dennis picks the positions they fuck in, Dennis picks who's on top and who's on bottom, Dennis decides when Jack can finally cum.

But it's done so sweetly. Gently.

"Need you to stay still for me, okay?"

"Handsome boy, can you please come lay down with me?"

"Not tonight, just want to hold you. That okay?"

"Yes, I know you can take it off yourself, but I want to. Can you let me do this for you? Please?"

It's done with the subtext of caring for Jack. He can say no, but he doesn't have to. He can just lay with Dennis and be held. He can let someone else worry about the logistics of food and showering and sleeping and fucking.

Jack can think twice, he doesn't have to make a decision quickly, he can wait. Dennis lets him. Better yet, Jack can choose to not think and just sink into that hazy headspace.

The first time Dennis picks him up, Jack begs to get fucked. Please, please, you're so fucking hot, make me feel it in the morning-

And Dennis always gives Jack what he wants, doesn't he?

[queer-reader-07]

thou fount of every blessing

Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker | Rated E | 2.9k words

Jack wasn’t religious, not anymore at least, but that’s not to say he wasn’t of faith. His faith just happened to be placed in a farm boy from Nebraska, rather than a carpenter from Nazareth.

or

Lapsed Catholic!Jack, trans!Dennis, oral period sex, and Eucharistic devotion

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

(set in the same universe as from crown to sole)

a little while ago i floated the idea of writing a Jack blood kink fic where the yonic imagery of Christ's side wound is superimposed onto Dennis thereby making his body a site of holy devotion and adoration for Jack. this is that fic!

thank you @entropicquilibriumofchaos for beta reading, and thank you to every mutual who supported my insane catholic freakiness<3

[actuallyverysoft]

Huckleabbot…. Whitaker topaganda…. He totally wrecks that old man…. But it’s also really sweet….. smut, praise kink, dom bottom trans Whitaker x sub top Jack, blink and you miss it sir kink, etc. Fully self-indulgent. Enjoy x

Jack Abbot has never considered himself to be a pervert, or anything of the like. In fact, he’s always prided his ability to remain a perfect gentleman, a chivalrous man, even. He’s an old school romantic; he likes to open the car door for his partner, he pulls the chair out and pushes it in at dinner, waits at least two dates to make any sort of move (unless he’s strictly hooking up, in which case he still tries to be a gentleman but speeds the process up about 400%). He always asks for explicit consent to kiss or touch or invade space. He’s a good guy.

He has never acted the way he does about Dennis Whitaker. He’s mature enough to admit that he finds the young doctor attractive, but there’s something irresistible about him that Jack can’t figure out. He follows the kid around subtly after handoff just to… observe him. Try and work out what it is that Jack finds so alluring. But he doesn’t have any luck just watching Dennis from a distance, so he starts actively bridging the gap. Asking him how the day shift went even after Robby gave him a rundown of the patients and the board. Inquiring about how his weekend went, since Jack noticed that Whitaker had off (what? he was already looking at his own schedule, chill). Dennis finds himself with a Monster can shoved in his hand by Jack, and it just so happens to be the special edition flavor that hasn’t even hit stores yet. Jack had overheard him saying how excited he was to try it but that he probably wouldn’t be able to. Jack usually only cooks for one, but he starts making enough to leave a lunch in the work fridge with Whitaker scrawled on a sticky note on the lid. Dennis realizes that the meals are coming from Jack, and that they’re solely foods he can remember mentioning he likes, but never to Jack so how the fuck did he even know that? Whatever. Like he’s gonna turn down free lunch from the AILF (Attending I’d Like To Fuck).

But then Jack starts to get sloppy. The nurses have noticed. Students and residents are starting to clock him following Whitaker around long after his shift is done, barely helping with cases or teaching, just…. watching. Dennis has definitely noticed, even before Trinity started ribbing him about his shadow. After a couple weeks of this stalking, Dennis finally breaks.

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Jack is just gathering up his things after a long shift, ready to go home and pass the fuck out, when Whitaker finds him. “Are you going to ask me out or what?” Dennis’s voice sounds from directly behind Jack, who hadn’t heard the kid approach him at the lockers. He jumps about a foot in the air and turns around to find Dennis standing there with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. Jack feels much like what he imagines a deer on the highway feels like in the face of an oncoming truck. He tries to make his brain work, to make his mouth do something but he’s absolutely frozen. Dennis just kisses his teeth and rolls his eyes. “Fine.” He mutters something about having to do everything myself before looking Jack dead in the eyes, unwavering. “Dr. Abbot. Would you like to go on a date with me?” There is no room for misunderstanding his words or his intention, and Jack is charmed by the young doctor’s resolve and directness. He feels himself nodding before he can think of any sort of response. “Good. I’d like that. Here’s my address, you can pick me up at 8 tonight. I have off tomorrow and I know you don’t work, so we don’t have to rush. I’ll let you pick where we go since you already seem to know my preferences.” With a smirk, Dennis heads back towards the hub to grab a case.

What the hell? Did Jack just get ambushed by a 26-year-old? Did he just hallucinate that whole thing? No, that couldn’t be possible, since there’s a slip of paper in his hand with an address on it and a note saying “don’t be late!” As if Jack would ever snub a date like that. He turns back to his locker to finish getting his stuff, and the movement causes his pants to shift, which is how he notices he’s half hard in his cargos. What the fuck? He immediately feels ashamed, gross like some old creep. All the guy did was ask him out, jeez. He brushes it off and makes himself a promise that it won’t happen again.

When it happens again, a mere hour has passed since the ambush. Jack is at home, lying in bed trying to sleep after a long hot shower, but he can’t relax. All he can think about is Dennis. He thinks about the kid’s firmness during their encounter, about his little smirk and his calm but authoritative tone. In the haze of exhaustion, his mind wanders. He thinks about the kid using that voice in… less appropriate situations. He thinks about if Dennis would touch him hard or soft, or if all of it was just a flirty fluke. He thinks about the last time he let someone be in control of him like that. God, it’s been since college, and he misses it. Great. Now he’s hard again.

Jack tells himself he doesn’t think about Dennis as he fucks his fist, but it’s a lie.

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Jack arrives to pick Dennis up at 7:56pm. He doesn’t have the kid’s number to say he’s arrived, so he maneuvers his truck so the passenger door is facing the building before rounding the vehicle to lean against it, waiting for Whitaker to come out. The movements are a habit by this point in his life, manners ingrained so deep into his brain he didn’t even think about it. This way, when Dennis finally steps out of his building, Jack is poised and ready to open the passenger door for him. Dennis offers a breezy thanks before climbing in. They chat on the way to the restaurant, idle chatter about Dennis’s shift and the weekly gossip going around the floor.

Dennis seems more than pleased with Jack’s choice. He’d weighed his options for some time, thinking about meals he remembered Dennis liking based on how much he ate of them out of Jack’s containers. He’d chosen a smaller Mom-and-Pop place whose menu consisted of comfort foods and home-cooked-meal vibes. When they were looking over their menus and Dennis mentioned how much he missed his Ma’s cooking, Jack knew he’d done well.

Their date goes well. Really well, probably one of the best dates Jack has been on if he’s being honest. Their conversations flow without awkwardness, they laugh at each other’s quips, they trade banter effortlessly. Jack is completely enamored with the kid. But he keeps having to kick himself and get his own mind out of the gutter. Because Whitaker keeps… being enticing.

He looks up through his lashes at Jack, and then has the gall to flutter them ever so slightly. He makes faint, nearly pornographic sounds as he eats, going on and on about how good it tastes. He sticks his tongue out more than necessary to catch the straw in his drink. And then Jack makes the mistake of ordering them a couple milkshakes for dessert. Dennis runs his finger through the whipped cream and sucks it off, and Jack is completely stunned into silence. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was drool running down his chin.

It makes Jack feel gross. He feels like a dirty, creepy, old pervert for the things he’s thinking about Dennis Whitaker. But he can’t stop thinking them. When they get back into his truck after he’s paid for their meals, he notices Dennis’s head has turned fully towards Jack, and he’s just being watched. Assessed.

Before Jack can turn the key in the ignition, Dennis breaks the silence. “Jack.”

Gulp. “Yes?”

“Look at me.”

Jack meets his eyes before he even registers that his head has moved. There was no world in which Jack would have disobeyed that tone, the voice, the man.

Dennis’s face lights up and a smile breaks over his mouth. “There you are.” Christ, this kid. “Thank you for dinner, Jack. I really did have a wonderful time.”

“Of course, I had an ama—”

“Shh, let me finish.” Jack’s mouth shut so fast his teeth clacked together. “I know you’re a gentleman, and I have appreciated your kindness, but I would really like it if you’d take me home and fuck me now. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks and I’m starting to get impatient.”

Jack could do nothing but nod and finally start the truck. Dennis’s hand didn’t leave his thigh the entire short drive to Jack’s house. As soon as Jack closed the front door behind them, he found himself pressed firmly against it with a hot hand on his chest, and the air left his lungs in a whoosh. He wanted to ask Dennis about a million questions, but it looked like the kid had something to say, and Jack would rather not interrupt or speak out of turn again.

Dennis’s eyes shuttered half-closed, and he leaned in to nose along Jack’s throat, working his way up until he could murmur directly into Jack’s ear. “Jack. Will you be good for me?” Jack nodded so fast he feared his face would bash into Dennis’s. “Are you sure? I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Oh, Jack would not have that. His body finally jumped into action, and his hands came to rest on Dennis’s upper arms. Christ, they were firm. Jack filed that away for later. “Dennis, I would love nothing more. I promise. I’ll be good.”

Dennis finally leaned back and leveled Jack with a smirk, slowly dragging his eyes down and back up Jack’s body. “Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Jack was honestly starting to get a little nervous, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it because then Dennis was finally kissing him.

It was softer than Jack would have expected after all the kid’s big talk. But an embarrassing noise escaped Jack’s throat, and his mouth fell open and slack, inviting the kid in with proverbial open arms. Dennis readily accepted, and it wasn’t long before their lips were slick with spit from trying to eat each other’s mouths. After several minutes of this, Jack needed to pull back to breathe properly, both of their chests heaving. Dennis took the opportunity to trace a path of bites and kisses down Jack’s stubbly jaw and soft throat, letting Jack catch his breath before he spoke. “What do you want, sweet boy?”

The nickname only expedited Jack’s brain’s descent into goo. “Touch. Touch you.” He’d be embarrassed at his blatant drop in IQ if not for the fact that the cause of it currently had a hand trailing across his waistband and an absolutely delighted look on his face.

“Now, Jack. That’s not how we ask for things.” Dennis gently grabbed Jack’s jaw and forced their eyes to meet. “Ask nicely.” His tone brokered no argument.

Jack made himself swallow so he could string together an intelligent thought. “Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good. Please.”

Dennis dropped a kiss on Jack’s lips so sweet it made his teeth hurt. “Attaboy.” It was genuinely a miracle Jack was still standing, at this point. He felt like he was no longer in his body. “Of course you can, baby, since you asked so sweet.”

A whimper fell from Jack’s throat, and he felt, childishly, like he might cry. Dennis caught it, and cooed kindness at him and laid kisses anywhere he could reach as he let Jack lead them towards his bedroom.

Five minutes later, Jack was laid out flat on his bed, entirely nude and without his prosthesis. Dennis was straddled across his hips, his hands bracketing Jack’s head on the mattress as he kissed the older man. Jack had never felt so devoured, and he loved it but he was starting to think Dennis forgot about his request. How foolish of him. When Dennis retreated off the foot of the bed to remove his boxers, Jack didn’t even pretend he wasn’t watching. God, the kid was beautiful. All pale skin, toned muscles, slim waist, perfect cunt peeking between his legs. He swallowed a dry mouthful of nothing, and his cock twitched against his stomach thinking about that body being over his once more.

Dennis dragged his hands up Jack’s thighs as he crawled back on top of him, stopping to leave a sweet little kiss on the dripping head of Jack’s length. A choked sound escaped his throat, and his fists clenched against the urge to grab the kid’s shoulders and throw him against the mattress so he could have his way with him. But he was being good, so he didn’t do that. He was nothing if not disciplined. Dennis plundered his mouth again for a minute before he pulled back and sighed. “You’re being so good. Who knew you were so pliant and perfect? I feel like I won the lottery. The men I usually fuck expect me to be some sweet little twink who will bend to their whims, and I got so tired of trying to fight it that I just let them do it. And it’s okay, don’t get me wrong, but maybe I want to do the bending, you know?” Jack nodded, and somewhere in the back of his mind he felt the sane bits getting angry, furious at the thought of Dennis’s previous lays being lackluster. Jack vowed he would be different. Dennis continued, “And everyone sees you as this infallible pillar of masculinity, which you are, but judging by how easy you’re being for me, I bet you understand my struggle. It’s just easier to be what people expect, most of the time.”

The feeling of wanting to cry returned at the kid’s words, because Jack really did get it. He’d been getting it for the past twenty-something years. His hands came up to cup Dennis’s face, softly cradling his jaw. “Then let’s just be ourselves, okay? I want to do this, with you. I want you.” The younger one’s face fell into a soft smile before it morphed into something decidedly meaner.

“I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to make me come at least once before I’ll consider touching your gorgeous cock. Got it?”

Jesus. Okay. Jack honest to God felt himself get dizzy with how quickly the blood left his head and traveled south. With a nod and a yes, please, Whitaker did exactly that. By the time he hoisted himself back up onto his knees, he’d come not once, but three times. Jack was absolutely relentless, acting like some sort of starving animal. Dennis would have stuck to his word after his first orgasm, but Jack hadn’t shown signs of wanting to stop, and he was being so good and gentle, making sure not to tip the kid into painful overstimulation. So he stayed every time Jack pulled him back down, trusting the man to tap out if he truly needed a breather. Jack’s hands had never even inched towards his own cock, as if the thought of touching himself didn’t even cross his mind. Dennis had never had someone be so entirely focused on his pleasure, and it was quite a thrill. Jack was a natural.

Jack’s chest was heaving as he sucked in deep breaths and licked his lips, though he made no effort to wipe the rest of his face, which was frankly soaked from his efforts. He looked completely blissed out even though he hadn’t been touched once. Dennis was sure that if he wanted to stop there, he’d hear no complaints. Fuck that, though. He leaned down and licked away what mess he could from Jack’s cheeks before slowly fucking his tongue into the other’s mouth. When he pulled back, Jack was smiling and his eyes were closed. “That was amazing, baby. So good for me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The words left Jack’s mouth on a sigh, and Dennis was glad Jack’s eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the way his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back, a deep furrow between his brows. Fuck. No one had ever called him that before, but damn if it didn’t feel good. Right, even, especially coming from Jack.

“Your turn. How do you want it?” Dennis was willing to do just about anything this man wanted at this point, but Jack surprised him yet again with his sweetness.

“Like this. Close. Kiss me?” His eyes opened and only then did Dennis notice that the man had fucking weepy sad puppy dog eyes. What the fuck, how was he ever going to say no? He could only nod and do as Jack asked, leaning down to kiss him as he took the older man’s considerable girth in a firm grip. He didn’t last long, sighing and shuddering as he spilled over his stomach only a couple minutes later.

“Good boy, baby, so perfect for me. So beautiful.” With one last hard squeeze of Jack’s cock that drew a delicious whine from his lips, Dennis drew away and assessed the puddle on Jack’s abdomen. He looked up at Jack’s face, making sure he was watching as Dennis leaned down and ran his tongue through the mess. Jack’s head fell back with a groan and a mumbled holyshitwhatthefuck. When Dennis deemed the mess cleaned enough, he finally stretched out alongside Jack’s body, torso propped up on an elbow so he could lean down for one last kiss before they both passed out.

Or, Jack thought it was for a kiss. But as their lips met and Dennis tongued his way inside, Jack realized it was less of a kiss and more of a here, taste the mess you made. Jack moaned and pressed for more, and they leisurely swapped kisses and touches until their eyes were drooping and they were yawning too much to keep it up. With Dennis wrapped firmly and entirely within Jack’s warm embrace, they both drifted into a deep sleep.

In the dark of the room, their dreams were strikingly similar. Sweet words, soft skin, and something so close to love they could taste it.

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[nicobidd]

+18 content! mdni

big dick kinda subby! jack abbot who hasnt been with anyone since his wife passing. now hes kinda scared of starting intimacy with anyone else

big dick kinda subby! jack with a new and much younger next door neighbour. you just graduated collegue and moved to pittsburgh to try and officially start your “adult” life

big dick kinda subby! jack who just couldn’t resist you. he tries so hard but you dont make it easy: looking deeply in his eyes everytime you cross paths while giving him a shy smile, lingering touches whenever you can, even a homemade apple pie you baked just for him after he helped you fix your broken sink…

“i”m just so thankful jackie” your tone low and seductive “are you gonna let me show you how thankful i am?”

jack is sitting in your sofa, shirtless and sweating because of the hard work. it’s mid july and your air conditioner is not the best, to say the least. the apple pie in question is resting on the kitchen countertop, long forgotten. you offered it to him as a thank you before you decided you could give him something much better

jack is wearing grey sweatpants, how could he not? you asked for his help, something about your sink being broken. if hes being honest, he cant remember the details, not whith you on your knees pleading to suck his cock. anyway, he heard some of his younger coworkers talking about the gray sweatpants effect, and it looks like it worked

“jackie?” you ask again, pulling him out of his lust induced thoughts

“fuck baby yes, take it out please”

you waste no time, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear. you see his prostetic, but you dont say anything. he had already told you about it before, and you were more than fine with it

something else takes your attention. his dick sprungs free, and for a moment you’re convinced it’s the most beatiful thing you have ever seen. long, thick and veiny, you can feel your mouth watering already

“is there something wrong?” you’ve been silent for a moment and he starts getting worried. does it look weird to you? you dont like it? he can start to feel himself panicking

but you dont reply with words, licking the tip of his dick while your hands start strocking the length. his head snaps back on the cushion and a moan scapes his lips in surprise at the pleasure you’re giving him

your pussy clinches around nothing, your panties soaking in response to his sounds. you have this handsome and succesful, not to mention much older, man at your mercy. and you couldn’t be happier

your hands look tiny around him, stroking up and down while you finally take the mushroom tip in your mouth

“fuck baby you’re so beautiful” hes looking directly at you now.

a moan escapes you as a response, vibrating around his flesh

jack feels like the luckiest man alive here with you. your mouth is endulging with his whole lenght now. bobbing your mouth up and down while the gagging sounds file the room. moans and growls escape his mouth. the veins on his biceps and neck bulging while he tries not to come too fast

you come up to take air and spit on his dick, and he thinks hes gonna pass out at the vision of you like this. the liquid travels down his shaft until it reaches his balls and you cant help but lick your lips while you look at it

“you have such a big and beautiful dick jackie” one of your hand strokes it while the other plays with his balls “i cant believe you’ve hiding it from me. but its not gonna happen again, right?”

“no baby its all yours, oh my god” your pace fastens, and you know hes close

“im gonna let you cum this time, but the next one i want it in my pussy okay?”

with a fast move you push your thank top under your tits, presenting them to him. the other hand still stroking his cock

jacks mind has gone completely blank. his moans get higher and his whole body trembles

“fuck yes, anything for you sweetheart” he mumbles “anything”

thick ropes of cum fall on your face and neck, travelling down near your breasts. years of pent up energy finally being released. your’re definetly keeping this one

and as for jack, hes definetly not letting you go either

Hii english is not my first language so mi sorry for any mistakes! Im not really used to writing in english but i love doing it in my language so i decided to give it a try and see how it goes ☺️ hoping to get better with time haha

[mimikyus-clownish-jewels]

I really like playing around with dynamics cause what do you mean you could have dom dennis and his two little pups/mutts abbot and robby?

Trust i have more ideas about this it's just the worms in my brain are on strike.

[kaprisundial]

Hucklerabbot hybrid au but Jack’s the dog

Dennis was looking for a dog hybrid, he was getting pretty lonely now that Trinity finally got together with Garcia and she’s been spending literally all her time there.

When chatting about it with Mel, discussing her dog and how getting a hybrid can be tricky Robby chimes in with a simple invite to go check out his own hybrid after work sometime.

Dennis agrees, eager to both see Robby outside of work (he so does not have a crush! Trinity is lying), and get to interact with a hybrid outside of work.

They didn’t really have any in broken bow, they were children of the devil.

He only met one, that was a farmhand. He’d tried talking to him, only for the owner to find out after, and the hybrid was whipped so badly he ended up in the vet after the hospital refused to take him.

He takes up on Robby’s offer on the rare off day, meeting them at their home.

The hybrid greeted him at the door and, wow. That was not what Dennis was expecting, he was really fucking hot.

He was tall and clearly well built, with the stereotypical ears and tail, but much older than most hybrids he’d met before.

He led him inside, which was much more reflective of what Dennis was used to. There was a large dog bed in the back of the lounge room, with a few chew toys, as well as a rack with harnesses and collars.

Other than that it seemed like a normal house.

Dennis had learned pretty quickly that Pittsburg was a lot more accepting of hybrids human side than broken bow, and not once had he seen any hybrids locked outside or drinking out of dog bowls, though collars seemed pretty normal here.

“Whitaker, good to see you.” Robby welcomed him.

“I see you’ve met Jack, pretty dog isn’t he?” He laughs, clearly enjoying the pissed growl he gets in response.

Holy shit, wasn’t he going to hit him?

How else would he learn?

“Go fuck yourself Robinavitch.” Jack sits on the couch angrily, but it’s clear he’s feigning aggression, his tail wagging happily behind him.

“Umm… it’s good to see you, and uh it’s nice to meet you Jack.” Dennis stumbles through the words awkwardly, waving halfheartedly.

“Ignore the puppy, he’s so feisty. I promise most hybrids aren’t so aggressive, he’s a retired military dog though. He’s normally such a good boy but he gets antsy meeting people for the first time.” He explains, cooing slighting.

“Oh, thanks for your service?” Whitaker says hesitantly, making Jack bark out a laugh.

“Thanks kid. Jesus Robby, you really think this kid is interested?” He smiles toothily.

“Ah, ah, be nice Jack.” Robby chastises him, clicking his tongue.

“I’m sorry interested in what? Getting a hybrid?”

“You didn’t even fucking tell him? Look at him, he’s more of a puppy than me.” His ears flatten just slightly, clearly caught off guard.

Suddenly Robby has Jack by the collar, but he doesn’t fight it, lays limp and whines.

“That’s what I thought, mutt. We were wondering if you’d be interested in trying out Jackie first, he’s very well trained, all bark and no bite.” Jack shifts uncomfortably, the collar digging in his throat just enough to hurt while still letting air get through.

“W-what do you mean try him out?”

“Well the army never fixed him cause they figured after he served they’d use him as a breeding dog, but he retired early. I didn’t get him fixed, and he’s such a filthy mutt, he gets so horny all the time.”

The puppy whines, his face bright red.

“I wasn’t planning on using him like this but he begged and begged, he was the one who brought up bringing in someone else. You should see his knot, fucking massive. But I’ve been really busy with work and I’ve tried pocket pussys but it never seems to satiate him.”

“I-I’m sorry you want me to what? Fuck him?”

“Well he’s fucking you, but yeah.”

Dennis gapes at Robby and Jack, and himself, why the fuck is he hard right now? Bad dick!

“I can’t, I mean the moral implications alone are— hybrids have no ability to consent or deny sex!” He protests.

Robby’s let’s go of Jack’s collar, nodding towards Dennis.

“Go on boy, show him how good your mouth is.”

Jack crawls over to Dennis on his knees, head resting between his thighs, breathing over his cock.

He seems to be waiting for something.

“O-okay.” Dennis says timidly.

In a flash his pants are off, the puppy happily slobbering all over his cock. He takes his cock all the way down, nesting his nose in his pubes and inhaling Dennis musky scent.

“He’s such a good boy isn’t he?” Robby’s coos. “Took me so long to train his to take cock this well but he loves it, look at his tail!” Jack’s tail is wagging furiously, accompanying the bright red flush on his face.

“Mmmhm, f-fuck. Yeah he’s… real, really good. Good boy.” Dennis lets his hand find purchase in Jacks hair, tugging lightly to head the little whimpers he lets out in response.

Robby uses his feet to toe at the large bulge on his puppy’s sweatpants, making his hips rabbit forward desperately, only for Robby to pull away.

Jacks whines around Dennis cock, his ears drooping,

“Fuck, he’s so perfect. I’m gonna cum. Is in his mouth fine?” Dennis looks away for only a second to ask Robby, finding the older man lazily jacking off. He works his cock slowly, thumbing over the tip.

“Oh he loves getting a treat, normally I make him work for it, but just this once is fine.”

He groans, starting to fuck the dog’s mouth. With Robby’s permission Dennis forces Jack all the way down, cumming straight in his throat, enjoying the way he gags and his eyes water.

Jack pulls off, coughing.

“Oh poor baby, look at your pants! You’ve got them all wet. Did you enjoy that puppy?” Robby coos at him, laughing at the happy nod in response. “What do you say to Dennis?”

“Thank you, thank you for letting me have your cum.” Jack says wholeheartedly.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, he’s so good. Do you wanna cum puppy? Be a good boy and ask Denny.”

“Robby stop being such a cunt and let me cum.” He growls,

“Ah, ah, ah, properly. He gets so aggressive as soon as he doesn’t have a cock to suck on or a whole to fuck.”

“C-can I cum? Please? Can I hump your leg?” He whines, resting his head on Dennis’s thighs.

“Good boy, well what do you think?”

“Yeah, go on boy. You want to take your pants off? I-If your owner allows it?” He looks over to Robby.

“Go on boy, let him see your knot.” Jack quickly sheds his pants, revealing a massive unsheathed cock, with a knot beginning to form at the base.

It’s so hard, and it’s covered in precum.

He quickly starts rutting into Dennis’s legs, it’s sloppy and he’s so wet that his cock glides against his skin.

He whines again, pressing his forehead to his thigh, as he spills over in an unsatisfying orgasm, leaving him half hard.

Robby stifles a moan as he cums.

“Ah fuck, you looked so pretty puppy, couldn’t stop myself.”

He crawls over, licking the cum off Robby’s hands without him even needing to ask.

“That was fun right?”

Dennis barks out a laugh, “y-yeah, fuck. Holy shit. Aren’t you going to do anything about that?” He gestures vaguely to Jacks half-hard cock.

“Nah, he always does that unless he has a proper hole he can knot. Go on, up you get boy.” He pats the part of the couch next to him. Jack jumps up, cuddling into Robby. He pulls the puppy’s pants off properly, revealing his prosthetic. He carefully takes it off, shushing him puppy as he whines.

“Oh poor boy.”

“Yeah, he’s always wearing it for too long. After sex is one of the only times he’s sweet enough to let me take it off. So you’re interested?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m interested.”

(Ugh guys I literally had no plan for this to be this long, and it’s rlly late and to bffr I can’t rlly be bothered to proofread this more than once so enjoy the spelling mistakes lol!)

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