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My version of fuck around and find out is is NEVER reading AO3 tags and halfway through the fic morphing into this:
no but why is he apologizing while looking like an absolute brat
trinity santos having the worst shift of her life and then her stupid dumb gay best friend comes to her all giggly and blushy and tells her about a fourth old man he wants to fuck and its giving her a headache.
trans dennis whitaker at a gathering at robby’s house for ‘boy’s night’ with robby, jack, frank, and brendon.
they’re using robby’s small hot top that fits 4 people, but dennis isn’t as big as the others and manages to fit, except he’s kinda of in an awkward in-between space, sandwiched by robby and jack, with basically no space to move.
worse, one of the jets opposite of him is somehow, someway, aimed directly at his crotch and hits his clit through his swim trunks.
he has to sit there, body warmed by the water and the heat radiating from his two crushes coworkers bosses’ skin, surrounded by, let’s be honest, sleazy men, all while trying to ignore the stimulation between his legs as to not cum.
it doesn’t help that these men spend all night teasing him about the little blush on his cheeks and the way he seems out of breath…
Love fics in which nothing about Dennis is really changed or is made sexy but all the men in the Pitt are still like ‘his sad wet eyes and Amish personality have captivated me’
Guys hear me out trans Dennis on his period and Dr. Park eating him out anyway showing where he really got the shark nickname from