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“Say the word,” Tormund murmurs when she does not move, breathy and low. “Say it.”
“Kneel.”
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“You know, it’s real creepy to lurk in a teenager’s bedroom in the middle—Jesus Christ,” he whispered, heart stuttering as Derek leaned close, unashamedly sniffing him.
"Do you want the bite?” Derek whispered, his breath ghosting over Stiles’ skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Stiles’ breath hitched, his shoulders going rigid. “What?”
“Do you… want the bite?” Derek murmured again, his hands settling firm and heavy on Stiles’ waist as he trailed his nose along the column of Stiles’ throat.
Stiles’ heart hammered against his ribs, his pulse loud in his ears—louder, maybe, to Derek. Every nerve in his body screamed at the proximity of Derek’s mouth.
His mind flashed back to earlier that night, to Peter’s cool touch on his wrist, that same smooth question slipping from his lips. Do you want the bite?
“I…” Stiles’ throat worked, words trembling out of reach. He did. He wanted it. Peter hadn’t been lying when he called him out on it.
But he was also terrified. The bite could kill him. His muscles shook with the weight of that truth.
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07 Feb 2026
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Dennis assumes Robby and Jack are a thing, so when Robby starts flirting a little too openly, Dennis shuts it down.
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Whitaker's got at least three pubic hairs in his stomach right now. by personafreak
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
17 Dec 2025
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I just wanted to write an older cuntman getting eaten out.
Be cool and there will be more.
Set a month before the show starts. They're still practicing medicine.
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Dr. Robby reaches out to him, tugs at the collar of his shirt, Dennis has never been more aware of the way it shows the sharpness in his collarbones and the shiny gold of his chain than he is right now. Asks him, “Ran out of scrubs?” all easy, like the heat of his fingers aren’t burning Dennis raw. He’s scared to look at Robby, scared to look at Abbot. A little worried about how he’s pretty sure his chest is turning red from the blush too. They glance at each other, unreadable, but he’s sure it’s something in their weird secret shorthand, and Robby pulls Dennis away from the row of lockers, dragging him along by the collar. It stretches a little further than it should, and Dennis hears a few stitches pop. He probably shouldn’t have been wearing this shirt out in public even before, but especially not now.
developments in ill-advised workplace relationships, through locker stashes & borrowed items
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- Part 5 of homoerotic pitpilled