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18+ Thanks.
Howdy! You can call me Paw.
I'm 21, He/Him.
Im trans, idk how I forgot to put that one. I'm FTM lmao
I'm a University student so fic updates and responses to things can be slow.
I am anti use of generative AI, just to be very clear.
I write on AO3 under the same username :)
Your Joy is My Low:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82815936
because I'm super normal and I have never not once been able to complete a single thing without another 4 projects going I'm considering writing more the Pitt a/b/o. Gonna do a series about Trinity and all the Pitt women she spends her heats with. It's also going to have Hucklerabbot stories intermixed.
Its here
I'm the Slime
I made the next update to my Father Figures series :) Yes they're named after songs maybe I'll make a playlist.
Anyway :)
(not my art - please like, comment on, and share the original!)
based on this post
"My friends think that I like to fight, but it's just not true. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but I've never enjoyed it. I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite." Isle of Dogs, 2018 (x)
So I ended up rewriting part 2 of my Father Figure series because I wasn't happy with it, but!
It actually should be coming out soon now, hopefully I will have it done by tomorrow so my Beta readers can check it over :)
ITS DONE.
Editing time
So I ended up rewriting part 2 of my Father Figure series because I wasn't happy with it, but!
It actually should be coming out soon now, hopefully I will have it done by tomorrow so my Beta readers can check it over :)
Transman Dennis who calls Jack+Robby Dad and Daddy in a "raising" him to be a man way that he never got to have growing up.
anon, I read your prompt and just assumed that they were all trans. This is what it's like in my head. Everyone is trans. I hope this is still fun for you! It seems like some kind of cosmic joke, when he starts his emergency rotation. The two biggest bosses, the two manliest men in the damn place are both trans?
Dennis would almost swear that someone is playing a cruel joke on him.
Every other rotation he's done at PTMC, and the extra ones he's taken on at Mercy, have been near to exclusively cis. Which is fine. That's the way the healthcare world is. He knows that. He's resigned himself to being the only trans one there, and having people look sideways at him, and misgender him, and ask him intrusive, weird questions.
But here? He's met the non-binary social worker, his fellow med student and roommate is a dyke, and the attendings are trans men.
He hadn't even clocked it, at first. Which, he knows he shouldn't really be looking to clock anyone, but he has a radar. They didn't ping it, at first. They're just … they're both so manly. Big, and hairy, and they carry themselves like men.
Dennis, who's still trying to grow the barest of stubble, binds every day and sleeps in it sometimes when he can't bear the feeling of his breasts, and still gets called she by every fucking second patient - he's in awe.
They sure clock him, though. Of course they do.
"Hey, kid," Robby says to him, very gently, at the tail end of a long shift in his first week. "When's the last time you took that off?"
He doesn't say the word, but looks pointedly at his chest, and it's like he can see right through the scrubs to the binder beneath.
"I … uh," he stumbles. He doesn't like that Robby just knows what's under there. That he's not naturally flat.
"I'm not trying to out you," Robby assures him, voice very low. "But you're taking shallow breaths and you're moving slower. Your ribs and your lungs need a break. Trust me. I know."
He is out of breath, but it's become so commonplace that he hardly even noticed.
He flushes.
"I can't - like, now," he mutters back. He is not doing his fucking job with his tits out.
Robby steers him to the empty on-call room.
"Just take fifteen minutes, and then you can put it back on," he orders.
Dennis flushes harder.
"... Please don't tell anyone."
Robby grins, and in it, Dennis can see years of experience.
"Nah, wouldn't. We gotta stick together, yeah?"
And so the crush begins.
Abbot is even more interested in telling Dennis how to take care of himself. He insists on the binder breaks, too, and he shakes his head with disgust when Dennis mentions that he doesn't bother correcting at least half the times he gets misgendered by staff and patients.
"For God's sake, kid, be a man," Jack spits. He looks annoyed. "Tell them who you are and insist on them respecting it. Only way to deal with the cis."
Later, Robby murmurs to him that Jack's a little sore about the misgendering, since he struggled with it so much when he was Dennis' age.
The first time they fuck him, it's after a drunken night out at after-work drinks, Dennis piled into an Uber with a very handsy two of them. He can't believe his luck. These two? Want him?
It becomes very apparent they do, when they strip him down to boxers and binder, mouths everywhere he allows them. It's better sex than he's ever had in his life. They seem to know every part of him that's sensitive, that feels good when stroked, and licked, and nipped at.
Most guys he sleeps with have no fucking idea what to do with his cunt, let alone know his dick. But Robby, he sucks it into his mouth the second Dennis gives him permission, and God. It's like seeing heaven. He whimpers, hand in Robby's hair, while Jack mouths at his neck, carefully avoiding his bound chest.
"God, sweet boy," Robby pants, lifting his head. "You taste fucking incredible."
He's too overwhelmed to speak, and when Jack pulls on a strap that, to be honest, is bigger than anything Dennis has been brave enough to put inside him, he thinks he might pass out from want.
"Robby, give him here," Jack growls, eyes hooded. "Gonna show the kid how to fuck like a man."
No, now he might pass out from want.
Jack moves him into the position he wants, like it's nothing. Pushes Dennis' legs over his shoulders, and lines up the head of the strap with his cunt.
"You - wait, aren't you gonna - ?" Dennis stammers.
"Aren't I gonna what?"
"I mean … my ass?"
Robby makes a small noise under his breath, and Jack looks down at him like he's the littlest, silliest thing in the world.
"Unless you expressly don't want me to, I'm gonna fuck your cunt. Because this?" He nudges the head of his cock forward a little, parting Dennis' lips and spreading him open. "Is a man's cunt. Not something to be ignored. You are a man, aren't you?" he adds, rough and mocking.
Dennis' cock throbs.
"Yes," he chokes out.
"Good boy," Jack purrs, and pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Dennis gasps, and scrabbles in the sheets, the air knocked out of him. Robby grabs his wrists, and holds him still.
"Pay attention, kiddo," he breathes into Dennis' ear. "Watch the way he's moving. You're gonna have to learn how to do this."
Dennis watches as Jack thrusts into him, his hips moving just so, ensuring the strap stays inside as he draws his hips back and slams forward, over and over.
"I - fuck. Jack, I - fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't, I - " he whines, eyes fluttering.
Jack stops, in an instant.
"You're telling me I'm just wasting this little lesson?" he says, raising a brow. "Maybe I should just stop, if you're not learning anything."
"No! No, no, please, don't stop, I'm watching, I'm learning, God, please!"
Robby laughs, and Jack fucks hard into him again. Dennis has to fight to keep his eyes open, glued to the way Jack moves.
"Michael, show him how you like to be jerked off," Jack orders, and Robby, rather than moving his hand to his own dick, reaches out for Dennis'. He nestles the engorged, throbbing thing between two fingers, and rubs hard, up and down, merciless. It's not quite the way he does it to himself - he's more exploratory, gentler. His bottom growth is still growing, and he's never entirely sure what's going to feel good and what won't.
This?
This feels fucking incredible.
"Oh my God," he groans, arching up into the touch. It drives Jack deeper, and fuck, he can feel that fucking thing in his belly, he swears. "That - fuck - how?"
"Feels good, huh?" Robby laughs, low, and doesn't let up for a second until Dennis is shouting and writhing and cumming, squirting over Robby's fingers.
He goes bright red, mortified.
"Oh, Jesus," he whispers, looking up at the other man in horror. Robby looks happier than he's ever seen him. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, before noticing the look on Dennis' face.
"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately. Jack's still fucking him. He's not even getting tired.
"I - fuck. Made a mess, I'm sorry, that only happens sometimes, at home," he whimpers.
Robby and Jack exchange glances over his head, and he feels like an idiot child.
"Oh, kid," Jack says, fond and cruel all at once. "You're just a baby, aren't you? Our little boy."
Pleasure pulses through him, and he can't hide the full-body shudder.
When Jack cums, it's with a grunt and a flood of wet against Dennis' ass and his cunt. Just like him. It doesn't feel disgusting, not when it's from Jack. The evidence of his satisfaction.
After that, they seem determined to teach him how to be a man. A real man. Jack teaches him how to shave, properly, when he finally gets stubble. Stands behind him in the bathroom, and slides a straight razor through the shaving cream, showing him how to avoid nicks.
"Your Dad never showed you this?" Jack asks, holding him gently against his chest as he wets the razor and raises it again.
"Nah," Dennis says, flat. "My Dad has three sons and a daughter. So. He wasn't going to be teaching me boy stuff."
Jack makes a displeased noise, but when he slides the razor over skin again, he leans in and murmurs into Dennis' ear.
"I'll be your Dad now, kiddo."
Dennis only just avoids twitching and getting himself nicked.
Robby catches him in the work bathroom, trying desperately to piss at the urinal like a real fucking man. He's bought himself one of the stand-to-pee packers, but, it's fucking tricky to use. He doesn't want to piss on himself.
"You need a hand?" Robby asks, peering down and catching what he's up to.
"No," Dennis says, stubborn. "I'm fine."
Robby stands and watches as he tries and fails to direct the fucking packer the way he wants it.
"Let Daddy help you," Robby murmurs, stepping in behind him and taking the packer in his hands. He puts more pressure on it than Dennis was, and angles it just right. One large hand presses against his belly, and -
"Fuck," Dennis hisses, watching the stream of piss exit the silicone cock. His.
"Mm," Robby hums. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
It does. He feels - right. Standing, not sitting. Having Robby show him.
"Thank you, Daddy," he whispers. He can feel his cock, his flesh one, pulsing beneath the packer.
"You're welcome, baby boy," Robby murmurs back.
"It is what it is" i say as i vomit from anxiety
#TBOYSFORTRANSDENNISWHITAKER
jack likes the feel of his army uniform. the rough fabric brushing against his sensitive skin. the tightness around his crotch and the thick layers around his chest. that’s why he keeps it on as he’s tied to a chair. the rope was first wrapped around his brawny shoulders, squeezing his shoulder blades together and keeping his hands behind his back. jack holds his own wrists in place, breathing heavy from the rope placed tightly around his barrel-chest, his tits shamelessly pushing out. more rope is led around his groin, tied around the thickest part of each thigh, more around his hips and ass. it contorts his cock and balls, painfully bulging out of the heavy dark green fabric. his ankles are trapped to the legs of the chair, spreading his legs out wide, unable to hide is growing erection. a rag is shoved in his mouth and another strand of rope keeps it in place, wrapped around his head and over his eyes. he's trapped, taking shallow breaths through his nose, controlling his panic, like he was trained to do.
he looks pathetic finding the little movement he's allowed to grind his hips in place, coming in his pants and left to sit in his cold mess for hours.
preparing to send off my fic to my beta readers (two of my offline best friends lmao) while telling them to be extremely mean about their critiques once I finish this one shot tomorrow- so hopefully Father Figure will have a part 2 soon :)
popewhit except Dennis slaps Pope in the face when he's really popped off. Pope says something that makes Dennis feel utterly infuriated? His palm is crackling against his cheek and then he's getting a lecture.
Dennis doesn't even feel bad about it anymore after seeing how Andrew gets beat to hell in the boxing ring. He knows deep down Andrew likes being reprimanded and scolded, he's seen the way his cock twitches when Dennis smacks him. It's just something that works between them.
Dennis slaps him when he mouths off in a bad way, Andrew can think about that crack of a dry palm on his cheek and Dennis's red face when he's fussing at him and jerk off.
Except one day they're out with some of the others from the ED and Pope comments about how people need to gut up and not cry to the doctors so much and Dennis is popping him across the face and growling that that's the reason so many people end up dead in his beds and not showing up earlier and living.
Everyone is mortified that sweet little Dennis Whitaker just bitch slapped his 200 pound boyfriend across the face. And that his boyfriend looked kind of.... hot and bothered by it.
Hucklerabbot drabble.
Content warning for Fauxcest :)
the urge to give your favorite characters your niche hobbies
u only have correct opinions.
Jack does leather work.
