Hedda

"He croaked." "What?"

The evil it spread like a fever ahead

It was night when you died, my firefly

What could I have said to raise you from the dead?

Jack Abbot is a kind autistic man like he's a pleasure dom. sleazy!jack is almost entirely fanon. sure he's flirty. but that's like. it. "I'll pay for it" that's an attentive Dom who does not play about safe words and limits. and we've seen like almost solely kindness from him.

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, is all Robby’s been able to think for the past twenty-four hours. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. He sees it in flashes, but barely remembers the impulse that led him to ask Dennis to suck him off on the drive back from work. Both of them were tired—it was one of those shifts—which is exactly why Robby offered to drive Dennis home. They’re still at the point in their strange relationship where everything needs a reason. It’s still undefined, this thing they have, a blend of codependency, comfort, and naked intimacy. No labels—that was Robby’s rule.

Dennis had looked at him with something like horny apprehension on his face at the request. He’s the furthest thing from a prude, but he’s also an ED doctor, fresh-faced with every past case still marked with neon sticky-tabs in his brain. It had been enough for Robby to raise his brows and glance over quickly; Dennis folds so easily. And isn’t that the worst part? Robby knows he could ask anything of Dennis and he’d do it.

With his mind a little clearer, guilt swallows Robby whole. He gave Dennis the gun and asked him to pull the trigger, and Dennis took it without knowing it was loaded.