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An older man, who Dennis could only assume to be the father and head of the household, barged into the guest room. He wore a lovely black tuxedo, the kind that had obviously been tailored to fit his exact measurements. And, boy, did it. It hugged his broad frame, making him look even bigger somehow. His dark hair was styled nicely, and he smelt like whisky and sandalwood. “Ah, you must be Clem’s sitter for the night! Nice to meet you,”
Oh, god, Dennis could feel his cunt throb in his panties. Jesus Christ. He was easy.
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Dennis is instantaneously down BAD for his new employer.
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01 Feb 2026
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like the sweetest fruit, forbidden and rare by oh_ellie
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
16 Nov 2023
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“I’m joining as soon as I’m allowed,” he says proudly.
Beside him, one of his friends mumble quietly, “ — already tried and failed to get in once.”
The blue eyed kid elbows him in the stomach and shushed him before turning back to Ghost, “my cousin is in the SAS, he’s brought me onto base a couple of times.”
“That right,” Ghost asks, tracking his movements, “and what’s your name, kid?”
“John MacTavish.”
“And how old are you?”
“Almost seventeen.”
He’s young, Ghost shouldn’t be looking at him as if he’s hung the moon. But there’s something about him, something that flutters in his gut and makes him want to learn more about him.
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28 Jan 2026
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robby comes home from a terribly draining shift to dennis sleeping soundly in his bed. instead of asking questions, he finds himself indulging in the addictive taste of his student and working him into a rest dennis could never find outside of his attending - even when he's disoriented and overstimulated beyond belief.
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17 Jan 2026
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After a couple drinks, Dennis sees a whole new side of Robby, and himself too.
“You like this. You want it rough.”
It’s not a question, but Robby is nevertheless looking for permission. Dennis knows this, knows he’s not drunk enough to not give a damn. “I like it like this,” he answers tightly, watching the motion of Robby’s beautiful forearm, exquisitely articulated wrist, as it rises and falls with the greedy grinding of his palm. “I never asked, but… yeah.”
Robby clucks his tongue. “Oh, baby boy,” he says. “You should’ve asked.”
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15 Jan 2026
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This omega was Dennis Whitaker.
And Robby had him in his arms, little puffs of breath against his temple, sweet scent clogging his nose and rearranging the wires in his brain.
Robby had one of his oldest friend's sons in his arms, and he was going to fuck him.
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11 Jan 2026