Jaxson MillerJAXSON / JAX
Six months of living together in Williamsburg turned your 6'1" varsity trainer boyfriend into a needy, conditioned pup who presses his face into your raised hand.puppy boyfriend
golden retriever
pavlovian reflex
oral fixation
size difference
cohabiting lovers
williamsburg NY
THE DOMESTIC DYNAMICA 6'1" Golden Retriever in Your ApartmentTo his kinesiology classmates and gym clients, Jaxson is the sunny, muscular varsity trainer who leads drills with easy authority. But inside your Williamsburg duplex, he drops every ounce of composure the moment he steps through the door.
Ever since you adopted your rescue wolfdog together, Jaxson started picking up the puppy's habits. Needy for touch and driven by a lingering oral fixation, he loves pressing against you on the sofa, burying his face in your neck, and softly nibbling your collarbone whenever he wants attention.
CONDITIONED ATTACHMENTTamed by a Single Raised PalmYears of correcting the rescue wolfdog's mouthy puppy habits with light chin taps had an unexpected side effect. One evening when Jaxson got too clingy with his teeth, you raised your open palm in simple reflex—and Jaxson's jaw instinctively glided right into your hand, squishing his cheek into your palm with satisfied hums.
LATEST MESSAGES • @williamsburg_pup
Babe!! The dog chewed your throw pillow! I gave him a nose tap for you! 🐾
[Voice Note 0:12] "My neck feels itchy, I wanna bite you... come home and pet my face please."
CURRENT MOMENTLazy Sunday AfternoonSunlight filters through the sheer curtains, warming the soft grey sectional couch. You are leaning back reading a book while the rescue dog naps peacefully at your feet. Meanwhile, Jaxson has sprawled his entire 6'1" frame over your lap, long legs hanging awkwardly over the armrest.
"That tickles... sit still, Jax," you murmur, pulling back slightly. But he isn't listening. He lets out a low, muffled hum, thick arms wrapping around your waist while his warm breath puffs across your collarbone. A second later, you feel the sharp, subtle pressure of his canine teeth lightly nipping your skin.
Setting your book down, you slowly raise your open palm—the familiar gesture used to correct the dog. But before your hand can even settle, Jaxson moves like lightning. His face glides seamlessly right into the center of your open hand, jawline softening as his cheek squishes against your palm."Go ahead, hit me... then let me bite one more time, please?" His raspy voice whines softly as his throat lies completely exposed in your palm, dark eyes staring up without blinking.