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Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories.
Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort.
It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs.
Easy pussy.
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02 Feb 2026
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SHANE: Ilya, I'm gay.
ILYA: Yeah, not so gay you can't fuck Rose Landry.
SHANE: Oh my god. It was like, twice. And both times were complete disasters. I'm not sure she's looking for a repeat performance.
ILYA: Oh, disasters like how?
SHANE: I'm not going into details.Shane goes into the details.
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25 Jan 2026
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4 times the hospital staff thought their precious Dennis Whitaker was being harassed, and 1 time they noticed he wasn’t.
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25 Oct 2025
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He doesn’t know when he starts crying in earnest but at some point he must make a noise because Robby pulls off, looking at him with a satisfied smile.
His grip loosens just a bit and Dennis takes in a ragged breath, head clearing when he does.
“Breathe.” Robby’s command washes over him. He takes in another deep breath, lungs expanding gratefully as he does. He only gets the one before Robby tightens his hold again, pressure built from the clasp of Robby’s forefinger and thumb pressing against the base of his throat.
It’s addicting, being taken so far out of his head.
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where Robby fucks Dennis in the hospital bathroom.
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23 Oct 2025
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”You’re bleeding through the bandage,” Derek groaned, pulling back for half a second, trying to catch his breath and stop his hands from wandering. “You shouldn’t be—shit, I should be taking care of you—”
“You are,” Spencer whispered, grabbing his face and pushing their lips back together. “You are.”
Neither of them noticed the footsteps outside.
Neither of them heard the crunch of boots on gravel, or the quiet conversation getting louder from outside the car.
And then they were falling.
Also known as: Derek meant to kiss the injuries better, not get caught dry-humping his boyfriend in a federal vehicle by his entire team.
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16 Aug 2025