Juno (Oneshot)
Masterpost
Warnings: lightly BBU adjacent
“And that’s about it,” finished Jack, leading the new volunteer back to the front desk. “Any questions?”
Daniel shrugged. “It seems simple enough. Feed the pets, give out meds, play time is two hours a day,” he rattled off.
Jack smiled. “Just about, yeah. Although some pets have dietary restrictions, so be careful with that. It’s all in their charts.”
“Right. Oh, do employees get to adopt from the shelter? Just curious.”
“Yup! There’s a waiting period of six months, though. In fact, I'll have officially adopted a kitty tomorrow. I’m really excited.” Jack beamed, proud.
“Kitty?”
“Oh,” waved off Jack, “it’s a term we use to describe personalities. ‘Kitties’ are shyer, quiet, more independent. ‘Pups’ are more energetic, playful, outgoing. You know the type.”
“Makes sense,” said Daniel. “I guess I’m more of a dog person, but, like, real dogs.”
“Fair,” nodded Jack. “Most people don’t want human pets, hence their rarity. I think there’s only one store in the county, and we’re the only shelter. Hey, since we have a couple hours, you want to meet my kitty?”
Jack pulled out a set of keys from the front desk drawer. “I’m thinking of calling him Juno. He’s really great, and I already love him.”
“Sure, why not?”
The two men turned back down the hall, passed the ‘employee only’ doors.
“So how come Juno didn’t get adopted yet? I hear pets get adopted really quickly here.”
“Well… he’s got some medical stuff a lot of people don’t want to deal with.”
“Like what?”
Jack swung the keys around his finger.
“For one thing, he’s trans.”
Daniel shot him a look.
“I know, I know,” Jack said, “but the reality is, that turns a lot of people off, in a manner of speaking. I don’t think it should matter, but it does. And although lots of pets like having sex, Juno has a severe aversion to anyone or anything near his vulva that isn’t himself and his menstrual cup.”
They reached another door at the end of the hall, and Jack flipped through the keys trying to find the right one.
“Usually that isn’t an issue; most people don’t care. Unfortunately, Juno also has an expensive diet. It’s either buy the pricey pet food, or cook for him. I don’t mind the cooking- I like cooking- but the combination of everything makes him pretty unlucky in the adoption department.”
Jack fit a key into the lock of a second door, which opened into a smaller hall with fewer stalls.
An acidic smell hit them as soon as the door opened.
“Shit,” muttered Jack.
“That can’t be good,” agreed Daniel.
Jack jogged through the hall, and came to stop at a stall. A whine sounded from the poor pet inside.
“Hey, buddy,” cooed Jack, crouching down.
Daniel peered over his shoulder.
A pet was curled up in a far corner, stale vomit in a puddle on the opposite side.
The pet had dark brown hair, and his eyes were screwed shut. He looked feverish, and he was trembling. His breathing was quick and shallow, and he had top surgery scars on his chest.
Daniel glanced at the sign on the wall.
Juno, it read. Owner: Pending.
“Did somebody give you the wrong food, honey?” Jack asked quietly as he unlocked the stall.
Juno whined again.
“Okay buddy, don’t worry.” Jack pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the stall, pet and vomit and all. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
Jack approached the shivering pet. “Take a look in his food bowl, would you?” he called over his shoulder.
Daniel looked inside. “It’s halfway empty.”
“Fuck,” muttered Jack. The pet whimpered. “Not you, sweetheart. You’re doing so good; making sure you didn’t get messy. There’s a good boy. You didn’t eat it all cause you figured it out, yeah? Such a smart kitty.” Jack pet the boy’s hair, and Juno leaned into his hand.
“Can you sit up for me?”
Jack helped the pet lean against the wall, his face tacky with tear tracks. “I know your tummy hurts, sweetheart, but just stay right there, okay?”
Jack pulled away and turned to Daniel. “Dump out the food in the trash,” he ordered. “Get a new bowl from storage, and fill it with the gluten-free bag. Make sure it’s a new bowl, or he’ll get sick again.”
“What about the water? Won’t that be contaminated?”
“Go ahead and take that to the sink. I’ll take care of getting him some liquid,” Jack said. “I need to brush his teeth anyway.”
They left the stall. “Not going to lock it?”
“He’s not going anywhere,” Jack said with a grim face. “He can’t move much when he has a reaction.”
Jack pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he went to the med cabinet.
He opened the cabinet, looking for the stock paste he kept on hand and the shelter-supplied disposable toothbrushes as the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey boss, it’s Jack. One of the pets got fed an allergen again. Sent you some photos.”
“Dammit. Which one?”
Jack found the brushes. They were on the wrong shelf.
“Guess.”
His boss sighed. “And you’re sure it’s Ethan doing it?”
Jack switched his phone to the other shoulder as he filled a bottle with hot water.
“He hates me,” he complained, scooping a tablespoon of the stock paste into the bottle. “And he really wanted Juno. He was on food duty earlier. He’s trying to sabotage the adoption. You know, make him sick so he has to do a round of isolation.”
His boss sighed. “I’ll check the tapes.”
“Thanks. See you tomorrow.”
Jack shook the bottle until it was a dark brown and the paste had dissolved.
“Hey, Juno,” he said quietly, pulling open the door. “I’m back.”
Juno looked up at him with teary blue eyes. Poor thing.
“I got you a toothbrush, and that soup you like.” Jack set the bottle off the side, kneeling in front of him.
Juno opened his mouth, still weak and miserable, and Jack scrubbed the stomach acid off his teeth.
“You get to come home with me tomorrow,” he said, cupping the back of Juno’s head for support. “Won’t that be nice?”
Juno made an ‘mhm’ as soon as Jack was finished.
Jack picked up the bottle. “Do you think you can hold it for me?”
Juno didn’t look very sure.
“Alright, that’s fine.” Jack unscrewed the cap, and held the soup to Juno’s mouth.
Juno took a couple of sips, and turned his head away. His stomach probably couldn’t handle much more.
“That’s okay. You're doing great.” He brushed Juno’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead. He wanted to give him a bath, get all that sweat off, but Juno probably wouldn’t appreciate that right now. “You wanna go to sleep?”
The pet nodded, clearly exhausted. He must have been vomiting for hours.
Jack helped him lay down on his cot as Daniel came back.
“What's that?” he nodded towards the bottle.
“Stock,” Jack explained. “The salt and fluid is good for nausea and he needs the calories.”
Jack stroked Juno’s hair.
“He’ll be okay, right?”
“Yeah. He just needs to rest.”
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Jack stirred the fried rice in the pan. It smelled great, and it was a new recipe. His aunt had recommended it, and she had Celiac disease just like Juno.
Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to switch everything over to be gluten free. And it was worth it to keep his pet healthy.
Juno pressed himself against Jack’s back, his arms wrapping around Jack’s waist. He laid his head on Jack’s shoulder.
“Hey, bud. Ready to eat?”
“Mhm.”
Jack spooned two portions into bowls, and sat on the couch to eat.
Juno ate from his bowl with gusto, and Jack smiled as he watched. His kitty had put on a lot more weight, and the doctor was really pleased with his progress.
Juno finished before he did, and got up onto the couch, shoving his head onto Jack’s lap.
Jack absent-mindedly carded a hand through his hair. It was so soft and wavy now that he had proper conditioner.
He focused on the nape of Juno’s neck, just where he liked it, and Juno nuzzled into his thigh.
If Juno could purr like real cats, Jack knew he would.
He looked so much better: well-rested, well-fed, and with a handsome leather collar.
Adopting him was the best decision Jack had ever made.
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thinking thoughts about like. intercrural sex with sam bc youre too pure and just a fucking cocktease you just can’t have… sex yet… so he makes do with the closest thing he can get
oh my god it would drive him absolutely insane.
making out with sam was always your favorite thing to do. it was sam's favorite thing too, but he always wished you'd let him go further.
it made him feel a little selfish and greedy, but he can't help it when your needy hips accidentally roll against his growing bulge so deliciously.
"don't do that." he demands. you look at him, confusion plastered across your face.
"do what?" sam gives you a knowing look. when you finally realize what you did, you drop your head down, feeling a tinge of guilt. you didn't mean to tease sam, but it just felt so good.
"just- take these off." sam gently tugs at your shorts. you lift yourself off his lap and remove them. he leans back on his bed and takes off his baggy, grey sweatpants. you sit back on his lap and look at him, waiting for his next response.
"can i touch you here?" sam asks sweetly as his thumb gently brushes against your clothed clit. after you grant him permission, he reaches underneath your panties and grazes a single finger between your wet folds.
"shit you're soaking," he chuckles. "here, you wanna help me too?" you nod eagerly and sam grabs your hand and stuffs it into his boxers, making you grab his stiff cock.
"see, it's easy. i know you can do it." sam smiles at you as he guides your hand up and down his thick shaft, then eventually releasing your hand so you can do it yourself. sam unexpectedly begins to circle his thumb around your puffy clit while simultaneously pumping his single digit into your pussy, making you whimper pathetically.
i'm too high to finish this🧍♀️
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