Spencer 🐶🐀

18 he/him transmasc puppy boy

[lancey-lance-963]

Explore Your (Soft) Palate

It started with Dennis loudly spluttering and coughing after downing a bourbon shot at a dingy dive bar.

"Eugh, I fuckin' hate bourbon, it's so nasty!" Dennis croaked as he set the glass down, crinkling his nose against the burn in his throat that felt like lava.

"That's 'cus you're drinking bottom-shelf bourbon, Whitaker." Jack drawled, leaning back in the booth as his eyes flicked around the room. Dennis took the opportunity to let his eyes dip down the front of his splayed out body before dragging them back up to his face. God, his boyfriend was hot.

Trinity slammed her shot glass back down on the counter and pointed an accusatory finger. "You callin' me cheap, Abbot?"

"Yep." Jack answered easily. "You're a bunch of twenty-something med kids. You guys can't afford good bourbon."

The comment fired off a round of groans and jeers that just seemed to fuel Jack's good mood, chuckling into his own whiskey glass.

"Put your money where your mouth is and buy us top-shelf then." Trinity challenged with a smug little grin as she leaned over the wooden table on her elbows.

"Good bourbon's wasted on the lot of you, I've seen Dennis drink a shot from the bar mat ."

"It was a dare! I got 25 bucks!" Dennis scoffed, settling back into the cushions as the group roared with laughter. "Besides, I don't need my alcohol to taste good, I just need it to get me drunk!"

Jack was, originally, from Kentucky until… damn, until he was about 24. Coming up to Pittsburgh with all his southern charm and an accent to boot that had other students calling him "Jack Daniels" until he graduated. All that to say; he knew his bourbon. He had a pretty extensive collection- scotch, straight whiskey, bourbon, rum- he left the clear liquors to Robby. That was more his thing. It all sat in a dark walnut liquor cabinet that housed his records and his cigars.

The Liquor cabinet he knew Dennis had never even touched.

Knowing that his sweet thing's only had alcohol to get drunk was- well, it was normal for his age. It didn't sound like he knew better. Definitely didn't have his daddy teach him from the scraps he's picked up on from his home life.

The thought of Dennis flush from the alcohol and swaying into Jack's orbit, lips wet with liquor was a thought he'd have to file away for later.

That was about when they started paying tabs and collecting their things- a shambling group of giggling young adults and Jack herding them like a livestock dog to the car. Thankfully most of them lived close, each one getting dropped off until it was just Dennis and him sitting in the front seats.

"Next time we have a night in I'm making you drink some good bourbon- the kind that'll put some hair on your chest." Jack murmured, letting Dennis fumble with his hand on the shift stick so he could twine their fingers together.

"Shit's gross." Dennis replied, smacking his lips like he could still taste the offending shot.

"Not my shit." Jack promised.

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Jack loved this leather armchair.

He loved the way Dennis fit between his legs when he sat on the floor in front of it more.

They were maybe 8 bottles in, and at this point it felt like a little ritual.

Dennis's cheek was pillowed on his denim-clad thigh, playing with the laces of his boots as his eyes traced the big silver buckle of the thick leather belt that Jack probably bought before he was born. It had an intricate Caduceus on the front, the snakes twined elegantly between a set of wings, with little rays shooting down from it. Jack had gotten it as a gift when he graduated med school.

It shined in the low light with Jack's movements. The clink of class and the burbling pour of liquid, maybe a half of a shot at best, before the bottle was set down with a heavy thud on the dark walnut cabinet. And then- he liked this part best- Jack's curled finger brushed under his chin, tilting his head up and pressing the rim of the glass to Dennis's lips.

They all burned, but not nearly as badly as the shot he had with Trinity and the girls. Dennis dutifully swallowed and smacked his lips lightly

The first couple had Dennis coughing and spluttering, teary-eyed as Jack gently scolded him not to waste liquor. "That sip was probably worth more than all the drinks you got at the dive bar, sugar." He had to take a sip of the liquor and lean down to press a boozy kiss to the boy's lips.

"What notes do you taste, Den?"

This was the part he liked the least, not that he would tell Jack.

Dennis sighed and let his head thunk back down on Jack's thigh, lightly rubbing his cheek across the fabric of his jeans. "I don't know, they all taste like vanilla and hand sanitizer."

Jack tutted and brushed a hand through Dennis's hair. "Uh-uh, try again." When Dennis didn't answer, he popped the back of his knuckles lightly against his cheek. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you, Den."

Dennis's baby blues flicked up to Jack's, huffing out a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a whine. His head just felt so heavy, he didn't want to make up some bullshit about notes of dark chocolate or leather or whatever else Jack insisted was in the drink.

"Ummm…caramel?" Dennis asked. Jack's face was passive as he waited for more. Shit. "Um, I… there was something fruity? Maybe?"

"Mhmm, dates. Good, Dennis, what else? Just one more." Dennis breathed out through his nose, letting the lingering flavor wash through his mouth and out his nose.

"…leeeaaather-?" Dennis drawled out, unsure as he watched Jack's face for any sign of agreement.

Jack paused for only a moment, letting the answer linger in suspense before he broke it with a soft huff and a fond smile.

"Attaboy, Dennis. Good boy."

Dennis melted into the touch as Jack pet his hair and leaned down to give him a kiss.

Jack's hands moved to under his forearms, gently helping Dennis up. He swayed heavily- he hadn't gotten up since they started and the alcohol was hitting him like a sledgehammer.

"Oh, bless your heart.." Jack murmured, helping the wobbly-legged boy into his lap. "You can't hold your liquor that well, can you kid?"

Dennis frowned as he settled back on Jack's thighs, now slightly taller than him, his brow furrowing as he fought through the warm malaise of his mind. He had drunk more alcohol here than he had since his tailgating days.

"I c'n handle it." He insisted. The slight slur to his words gave away his true level of intoxication.

Jack grinned- fully this time, the kind that made the fine lines by his eyes deepen.

"You can handle it? Sugar, you're drunk as a skunk- I'm the only thing keepin' you upright right now."

The sentence came out on the rolling back of a deep chuckle. Dennis could feel it vibrate through where his hand was resting on his chest. Jack's own hands on Dennis's waist squeezed gently to remind him of the structural support of his boyfriend's deliciously muscular arms. Dennis hummed and looked down at him, his eyelids low.

"You should lay me down then."

"Should I?" Jack asked softly, taking in the sight of Dennis's intoxication. God, he was so sweet for him, so pliant. If Jack were a worse man…

But that's part of the enjoyment. Dennis trusting him enough to shoot back the next sip each time.

Trusting him enough to handle him into his lap without asking for more.

Trusting him enough to take care of him the way that daddies should.

"Close your eyes, Den." Jack murmured.

Dennis let his eyes flutter closed, diligently waiting for Jack to press the glass to his lips. Maybe he could get one last boozy kiss from his boyfriend. Instead of a small sip of sweet liquor he was met with water. Dennis made a noise in the back of his throat in surprise, drinking and drinking and drinking until the last dredges of it, till his stomach felt bloated with liquid.

"Alright, lets get you in bed." Jack announced, patting Dennis's thigh with his hand.

"What? Nooooooo-" Dennis whined, slumping forward to bury his face into Jack's neck.

"Ohhh, you poor thing." Jack cooed, smoothing a hand over Dennis's back.

"You got me all drunk n' you won't ev'n do anythin' fun." Dennis said miserably, his words running together. His tongue felt so clumsy in his mouth.

"We can go snuggle in bed if you get up, sugar." Jack murmured. "Might even let you hump my leg if you're good and do as you're told."

Dennis groaned one more time before clumsily shuffling off Jack's lap and standing up, clinging to the armchair as he stood up.

Jack chuckled and kissed his temple once he was standing, holding out an arm for Dennis to take and escorting his boy to bed.

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You can pry country boys Huckleabbot from my cold dead hands

[theratfather]

worked a fuck ass shift today and fathers day didn’t even reward me with any hot dilfs coming in

[tbonetboy]

Posting with my dick instead of my brain right now but I think dennis has the most perfect puffy pink pussy under those scrubs I think his tdick is beautiful I think the tboy bulge would give robby a boner so strong he got lightheaded. I think that thing's juicy. That's all

[theratfather]

absolutely love the tfem dennis whitaker headcannons

am not loving how a common chosen name for her is my deadname tho

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

michael ‘robby’ robinavitch’s nose is prime face riding material and i am not afraid to speak my mind

[katkat-reblogs]

I love rats a lot <3 and I just started aatching The Pitt so here are some Pitt Rats!

Guide under cut just in case~

1st - Rabbot! Abbot and Robby!

2nd - Dana with the girlies (in order Victoria, Trinity, and Mel)

3rd - Langdon! Only on the 3rd episode, but he seems Ok

4th - It's Abbot! Realizing he's a tad bit greener than I meant for him to be but oh well </3

5th - McKay!!!! One of my favorite characters so far <3

6th - Hucklerobby <3 Robby and Dennis!

[theratfather]

oh to have jack abbot call me buddy like i’m a small child

[theratfather]

“spencer, how are you dealing with ur bsf being in a different country for 3 months?”

well

it’s 2am if the first full day she’s been gone and i’ve been sat in the bath for the past two hrs

i’m cold

and i’ve been sat here jumping between scrolling on here, ao3, tinder and grindr and have responded to multiple people on there(something she told me not to do)

i’ve also messaged her like a clingy ex saying how much i miss her about 370000 times

so i think im coping really well actually

[nicolodigenovas]

Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

[dumplesam]

Hucklerobby Au where Dennis doesn’t have a great relationship with his family but he still has semi active communication, and will visit them every once in a while when he can afford to.

He’s the baby of the family of course. The oldest brother is 9 years older, the second is about 8 years old, the third one is only 3 years older than him. They all have their own kids and issues of course.

Robby comes with Dennis one time to visit, two or three years into their relationship. Of course they all know by now that Dennis is gay but nobody will acknowledge it, past when his dad threatened to kill him (and almost did via beating when he was 18) or when his brothers get annoyed at him and hurl slurs and offensive words at him.

They all follow their mom’s lead for the most part though, pretending that Robby is just Dennis’s mentor and friend that is kind enough to give him a ride to visit. They even go as far to prepare the couch for Dennis to sleep on and the guest room for Robby to sleep in. (They turned Dennis’s room into a nursery when his first niece was born when he was 15 and they kept the guest room strictly for guests or for his dad to crash in when he got too drunk and his mom didn’t want him in their room. Dennis figured it out. Having to sleep on the floor or in the barn or on the couch for an hour at a time really helped prepare him for the first 2 years of being homeless in Pittsburg so he counts it as a blessing)

Anyway, Robby gets to see Dennis around his family for the first time. Of course, he knows they have a weird relationship. He knows Dennis was homeless for a bit but he doesn’t like talking about it, he knows that Dennis will occasionally flinch away when Robby accidentally closes a cabinet too loud, he knows that Dennis takes care of everyone else around him before he even thinks about himself. He knows that Dana is the only one who can ask Dennis “what’s wrong” once before he tears up and will quietly be pulled into a private room to talk to her.

He doesn’t expect to see this though. Dennis is not seen at all. Dennis is so funny, he can make Robby laugh even at the most tense moments. Dennis has a huge personality around his “girl-friends”, he’s loud and curses like a sailor, and santos and him will wrestle each other to the ground for the last donut. Dennis jokes around with Abbot and has jokingly invited him to a threesome (that will happen soon Robby thinks), Dennis will pull up Duolingo with his audio on full blast when princess and perlah mutter in Tagalog around him, just to mess with them.

He watches as Dennis completely disappears the moment they get on the dirt road to his family’s house. He watches as his brothers join him and Robby outside late at night under the stars with a pack of beer, and they all talk around Dennis. They even involve Robby and ask him dozens of questions about his job and life, his religion. Does he want kids with his future wife? Is he used to seeing blood and limbs taken off a body? Is he going to stay in the city forever?

They never ask Dennis a question once, he just sits there quietly and acts involved or stares at the stars. He even has a small polite smile on his face. When his brothers throw the empty cans away from them, he just quietly scoops them up and puts in the grocery bag him and Robby brought out for their snacks. Sometimes his brothers get onto a subject that Dennis should definitely be involved in, like when they ask Robby about Dennis himself. They ask him if Dennis is a failure at his job, if he has to constantly watch Dennis’s work so he doesn’t kill anyone. they ask if Dennis is still jumping from house to house.

Dennis opens his mouth once or twice to answer himself but then one of the brothers jump in and talk about something else.

Robby watches as all of Dennis’s family is outside drinking beer and watching the little kids run around, Dennis is the one inside making lunch and cleaning the house up and calling the phone company to get the bill paid, fixing the leaking sink, running out the door when an animal whines too loud.

His family doesn’t acknowledge him, they send the 8 kids below twelve inside for Dennis to watch and feed and entertain without talking to Dennis. Dennis is woken up at 6 am to three toddlers jumping on him and he doesn’t complain, just gets up and feeds them and entertains them with some pipe cleaners and dominoes. Dennis is the one to get the toddlers to sleep, then the 8,10, and 12 year old to sleep around midnight. Dennis is the only one to get up with the infant around 3am to bounce her and get some breastmilk from the fridge to feed her.

Dennis who runs on empty this whole trip and never complains, not even to Robby. Dennis is hit and spit on and called slurs that the kids could only have parroted from their parents and nobody corrects the kids. Nobody even calls Dennis uncle, just Dennis. One two year old calls him “queer” the whole time and won’t stop so Dennis just responds to it now.

Robby was expecting to see a different version of Dennis around his family. Robby wasn’t expecting to see a ghost of him. Robby wasn’t expecting to see a Dennis who literally only exists to help everyone else. A Dennis who looks confused when Robby talks to him directly because he’s not used to having conversation in this house.

Robby wasn’t expecting to see just how poorly Dennis was treated as a kid. A scapegoat of responsibility. A burden, if he speaks too loudly. A punching bag for when dad gets drunk.

Robby quietly packs their bags at 3 am when Dennis is lying down and staring at the wall without even noticing that Robby is awake. He takes Dennis by the shoulder and kisses his hair and gets him up and walks Dennis to their car. He buckles Dennis in, starts the car and plays Dennis’s playlist on his Spotify. And he drives Dennis away four days earlier than they were supposed to leave. He tells Dennis he’s never going back there, he’s doesn’t exist for everyone else to use him.

He stops at a gas station halfway home and calls Trinity and tells her to get all the girls together to be at his house when they get there so they can remind Dennis of who he really is.

(I gotta end this now I got too involved and I’m supposed to be cooking for 6 of my nieces rn byeeeee)

[theratfather]

every so often i’ll post something on here abt the pitt and ill get a small influx of people following me. but i can’t help but think they’re only following me for that and will be very disappointed that i mostly just use this blog as a diary and they have to sift through my random ramblings abt my life to get to the few drabbles that i’ve written

so, sorry to everyone that this applies to

[theratfather]

someone on grindr just messaged me asking if i would hook up w a b list celeb

so naturally i responded with “it depends on which b list celeb it is”

bro sent me a photo and i haven’t got the faintest idea who he is and i can’t even look up who

im literally just giggling to myself

[blueangelbby]

Thinking about Robby counting to three with Dennis but it’s like “One. Two. Two and a quarter. Two and a half.” Because he’s really not sure what he’s going to do if he gets to three. And Dennis knows this so he’s not moving from his spot on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, whatever Robby told him to do genuinely lost from his brain.

But when Jack yells “Two and three quarters!” From across the house, that’s when Dennis is moving because Robby doesn’t know what to do after three but Jack sure as hell does. And Dennis doesn’t want to replicate that experience ever again.

[peskyfirefly]

ur girlfriend/boyfriend should NOT be ur first priority... ur first priority should ALWAYS be me, ur tumblr mutual

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

after a particularly stressful shift, when dennis still feels jitty and his brain won’t slow down, jack is allowed to shotgun him.

robby doesn’t exactly approve of jack’s use of marijuana but he has his own vices, so he doesn’t say anything. and one of those vices is witnessing dennis whitaker’s head being emptied of any and all thoughts.

intelligent, witty, smart dennis, suddenly becoming dumb and pliant. whining at his boyfriends to just touch him, take care of him. freeing himself from having to make any decisions.

robby and jack get intoxicated with power, having all this control handed over to them so easily, all this trust.

their boy would do anything in that state, they fuck him slow, unhurried, stuff him full, the two of them at the same time. robby’s whispering soft praises, while jack mocks him directly in his ear.

shh baby, just like that… such a good obedient boy for us, taking daddy and jack at the same time. you’re doing so good- c’mon don’t whine. just let us take care of you, you know you can trust us.

aw, look at you, kid. you’re just so dumb for our cocks, aren’t you ? but it’s okay- you know why ? because you’re so much better dumb, dennis. you can feel us both inside, can’t you ? this is what you were meant to do honey, constantly drooling for cock. that’s what you were made for, made for cock, made for us. you don’t ever need to think again, we know best anyway. our beautiful brainless slut.

[darlinghearted]

Old trans bear Robby who doesn’t think he’s desirable anymore and cis Dennis who literally cannot get enough of him.

“Fuck, Daddy, y’re so good, taste so good.” Dennis babbles, face buried in Robby’s cunt. He’s near tears, all his dreams in life coming true at once.

Robby hasn’t experienced this type of pleasure in years. Dennis’s mouth forms a beautiful suction around his tdick, hot and wet and utterly addicting. He buries his hands in Dennis’s curls, keeping him right where he wants him.

“Good boy, good fucking boy. You’re such an eager puppy, huh?” Dennis moans and bucks his hips into the mattress, and if he had a tail it would be wagging nonstop. Robby just chuckles at him. “My puppy.”

Dennis doesn’t stop eating him out, he couldn’t if he tried. He loves making Robby feel good, more than he likes feeling good himself. He could stare at Robby forever and never once get tired. The amount of times he’d jerked off to pictures of his Daddy was innumerable, Dennis couldn’t picture a hotter man. A good amount of meat on his bones, a big, soft, hairy belly. Pecs that were large and soft even after surgery. A thick beard and wrinkles that showed a full life.

“You’e humping the bed like a dog, huh?” Robby said gruffly. Dennis whined.

“‘M Daddy’s puppy. Daddy’s so hot, I want, I want it.” Dennis’s head feels fuzzy and full of cotton, his only goal in life being to find out how to live off of Robby’s cunt alone.

It was a strange learning curve for the older man, since he had grown so used to being passed over by young pretty boys like Dennis. Many a time he had bought a boy a drink only to have their faces scrunch up upon learning that not only is he trans, but he never got a phalloplasty. He had expected the same from Dennis, maybe even the “I’m not into women.” talk he had heard before. It didn’t make him dysphoric anymore, thankfully, but it did send a spark of anger through him. What he did not expect was for Dennis to cum in his pants as soon as he saw Robby’s naked body.

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

jack, like every other long time colleagues of robby, gives the man so much shit about whitaker following him around ‘like a sad, wet, lost, little puppy’. except jack, because he’s jack and he doesn’t do things by halves, took it so far that at some point, he just started referring to dennis as ‘the puppy’ to robby.

‘hey man, good shift? puppy saved the day again?’

‘brother, i’m starting to think you need to bring some spare clothes to the pitt, just for the puppy. does he really spill things on himself that often?’

as much as robby doesn’t hates it, he knows it’s pointless to tell jack to stop. if anything, telling the other man to quit it would give him an incentive to become even worse.

so robby just takes it, until one day it just slips. in front of the kid.

jack finally gets to see the dennis whitaker in action, and holy fuck if he’s not impressed. it’s been a pretty rough shift so far, and whitaker has been handling it way better than he would have at his age. now, he’s in the break room, resting his leg and talking with the kid when robby enters.

‘you were right, brother,’ he says in lieu of a greeting. ‘kid is good’. robby can see the kid’s ears going a little pink, but doesn’t call him out.

‘yeah ?’, he asks sitting on the empty sit next to whitaker. the kid sandwiched between them now, with jack to his left, and robby to his right.

‘yeah. might trynna convince him to permanently switch to nights’ jack’s laughing, but robby knows better. because whitaker is that good, and he’s not about to let jack steal his favourite MS4, no way. he needs dennis with him - for very professional reasons, of course.

‘you trynna steal the puppy from me, jack ?’

any other day, it would’ve gotten a hearty laugh from jack as he mocks robby for the slip up. but not today.

because today, dennis is here, between the two attendings. and if the kid was a little pink before, he’s as red as a tomato now. robby resolutely does not picture how far down the blush must go under the scrubs.

he’s about to apologise to whitaker for making him uncomfortable, but well, the way the kid’s firmly looking at the ground and pressing his legs together right now ? yeah, robby can tell it’s the good kind of uncomfortable.

something hot stirs in robby’s stomach, and he finally stops trying to reign these feelings in after all these months, finally indulges himself fully.

he and jack share a look. the other man’s pupils are so dilated, robby has never seen his best friend’s pretty blue eyes look so dark.

when jack’s tongue comes out to wet his lips, robby’s eyes track the movement. jack looks up and down dennis whitaker’s body, taking in the flustered, the nervous swallowing, and god, is the kid shaking ? after a bit, he finally speaks.

‘well, you don’t mind sharing, do you brother ?’