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Hey yall

So i started the soap nsfw headcanons and im gonna work on the konig and ghost ones soon but my mental health has been shit so im not sure how fast ill be able to get them out

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p!link collection 👻🚬🧢🧼🪦🗡 (🌽 links)

includes: ghost, price, gaz, soap, graves & konig

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ghost 👻

cheater!ghost giving you a hand with your stubborn child - that doesn't seem to want to leave you just yet - by fucking you

ghost deserves to be spoiled and what better way than helping him with his mornig wood by waking him up with some head

poly relationship with ghost and soap is all fun and games until they get rowdy. good thing that a handjob keeps them tame

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price 🚬

stong and powerful price turning putty the second your hands are wrapped around his cock, specially if you are teasing him

sending a slutty pic to john and him wanting to send someting back to show you how horny you got him, just that he ends up cumming by mistake

price getting home from a boring dinner and all he want is your hands wrapped around his throbbing cock

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gaz 🧢

gaz is an amazing roommate. he takes care of you in many ways, including fucking you as a result of a cuddle session

going for a pregnancy checkup and doctor!gaz making sure that his patient is well taken care of by eating you out

finally making a move on neighbour!gaz ends with you riding his dick on your kitchen floor when he came to fix your sink

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soap 🧼

getting his bush waxed got soap a bit too excited. and so much so that he ended up cumming all over himself

poly relationship with soap and ghost is all fun and games until they get rowdy. good thing that a handjob keeps them tame

johnny is a horny mutt. he needs his walkies to keep the tension at bey, even if those end up with his cock out and one of your hands around it

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graves 🪦

acting like a brat? philip doesn't have time to put up with that. he just uses his belt as collar and leash to make sure that you follow his orders

graves is one honry fucker, so he won't hesitate to fuck you in a random closet at base without a single care about who hears

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konig 🗡

pervy roommate!konig is getting bold with his antics. masturbaing over your sleeping form ends with him giving you an unexpected facial

he's been misbehaving in public, so if konig wants public he's getting just that in the form of cumming all over himself in the train

worshiping konigs cock through his shorts, fondling his balls and palming his boner. maybe sucking him though the thin material until he cums

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This week I'm doing NSFW Soap headcanons so look out for that! :D

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Headcanons

Romantic Ghost headcanons

His love language is quality time

His favorite dates are home movie dates and watching the sunset/rise

He doesn't take off his mask for you until about 3 months in

^he's a nervous wreck when he does

It's not cuz he doesn't trust you he's just scared you'll think he's ugly

He is so scared you'll leave him once you see what he looks like

In all fairness he's always scared to lose you though

Once youve been together for a while he is not taking his hands off you

Always holding your hand or has his arm around your shoulder

And cuddles every chance he gets

Hes so gentle with you, so scared to hurt you

I feel like hes not one to say "i love you" all the time

He says it in intimate moments at during departure

(He thinks its more special and has more meaning that way)

Tries so hard not to bother you with his mental health

Takes him so long to realize you do actually care and want to help/support him

He's constantly worshiping the ground you walk on

This man is such a fucking simp for his partner

^he tries to hide it though (does a terrible job)

When you guys cuddle he lays on top of you woth his head burried in your neck and his arms by your waist

Always asks you to play with his hair, especially if he's had a long day

Hates to admit it but loves when you take care of him

If you can cook, this man wants your everynmeal and will enjoy it as if its his last every time

If you can cook dont worry! He adores cooking for you

Will cook your favorite dishes every night

Wants to teach you^

Probably an unpopular opinion but i feel like he opens up you fairlt easy at the beginning

You've been together for about a month or two and he already sees himself spending the rest of his life with you

So he sees no point in waiting to tell you everything about himself

And he doesn't regret it either cuz now you know how to comfort him when needed

I feel like he has panic attacks a lot, along with nightmares, so please please please take such gentle care of him

Hes been through enough, just hold him while he cries

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Falling For The Sargent PT.2

CW: Fluffy smut, lots of foreplay

wordcount: 2,689 (sorry it took me a little longer to finish than expected I didn't mean for it to be this long...)

Konig was the first to pull away from the embrace, interlocking his fingers with Y/N's as they walked. It was silent for most of the walk back to the safehouse.

König’s hand was warm and steady, its weight grounding Y/N as they walked through the desolate streets. There was something different in the air now—a tension, but not the kind that came from danger or the battlefield. It was something more electric, more intimate. His fingers tightened slightly around Y/N’s as if he didn’t want to let go, and the silence between them was thick with unspoken words and emotions.

As they reached the safehouse, König opened the door for Y/N, allowing them to step inside first. The dimly lit room offered them a brief respite from the chaos outside, but the real storm seemed to be brewing within. König hesitated for a moment, standing just inside the doorway, his towering frame filling the space. His usual stoic expression softened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face.

Y/N turned to face him, their eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and something else—something that mirrored the way König’s heart was racing. There was no mission now, no distractions. Just the two of them, alone in the quiet, the tension between them palpable.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked softly, breaking the silence, though their voice carried a knowing edge.

König’s breath hitched slightly, and he took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking once more. “I… don’t know,” he admitted, his voice low and raw. “I’ve never felt this way before. Not like this.��

Y/N stepped closer, their eyes never leaving his. “Like what?” they asked, their voice barely above a whisper now, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment hanging between them.

“Like I can’t hold back anymore,” König said, his voice barely controlled as his thumb lightly traced the curve of Y/N’s cheek. His gaze flickered down to their lips for a moment before returning to their eyes, filled with a hunger that matched the storm brewing inside him.

Y/N’s heart raced, their breath coming a little quicker now. “Then don’t,” they whispered, their words both a challenge and an invitation.

König didn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift movement, he closed the remaining distance between them, quickly pulling off his mask, his lips crashing into Y/N’s with a hunger that had been building for far too long. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if the weight of everything they had been holding back had finally broken free.

Y/N responded eagerly, their hands sliding up König’s chest, feeling the solid strength beneath his gear. The intensity of the kiss deepened as König’s hands found their way to Y/N’s waist, pulling them closer until there was no space left between them. The air in the room grew heavier, charged with the electricity of everything that had been left unsaid, now pouring out in the way their bodies moved together.

König’s lips moved to Y/N’s jaw, trailing heated kisses down the side of their neck, his breath hot against their skin. Y/N tilted their head back slightly, a soft gasp escaping their lips as his hands roamed over their body, rough and demanding, but with a tenderness that showed just how much this meant to him.

Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat seemed to synchronize as they lost themselves in the moment, the outside world fading away. Here, in the safety of the dimly lit room, they allowed themselves to forget the war, the fear, the uncertainty. For once, they let their guards down, surrendering to the undeniable connection that had been building between them.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” König murmured against Y/N’s skin, his voice thick with desire as his lips found theirs again, slower this time but no less intense. Y/N’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, their bodies pressed together in a way that left no doubt about what they both wanted.

“König,” Y/N whined, their voice filled with equal parts need and affection. The sound of his name on Y/N’s lips sent a shiver down König’s spine, and he knew there was no going back now.

With a soft growl, König lifted Y/N effortlessly, pressing them against the nearest wall, his lips never leaving theirs as the world outside disappeared entirely, leaving just the two of them in the heat of the moment, lost in each other. Y/N's hands roamed König's body with a deep desire that no one else could fulfill.

The fire between them burned brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word, as they finally gave in to everything they had been holding back for so long. "I need to touch you meine liebe." (My love) König breathed, just faintly above a whisper. He slid his hands under Y/N's ass and carried them to a softer spot, laying them down and leaning over them. "Bitte.. please let me touch you."(please)

Y/N's heart raced as they gazed up into König's dark eyes, which reflected the dancing firelight. His strong hands were gentle as he cradled them, and the tenderness in his voice made their breath catch.

"Yes," they whispered back, reaching up to trace their fingers along his jawline. The roughness of evening stubble beneath their fingertips made the moment feel more real, anchoring them to this precious instant they'd both yearned for.

König leaned down, pressing his forehead to theirs. "Ich habe so lange darauf gewartet," he murmured. (I have waited so long for this). His accent grew thicker with emotion, German words flowing like honey.

Y/N wrapped their arms around his neck, drawing him closer. The warmth of his body against theirs felt like coming home, like every piece of a puzzle finally falling into place. The fire crackled beside them, casting warm shadows across their intertwined forms as they held each other close, savoring every heartbeat of their long-awaited reunion.

"Mein herz," König breathed against their skin. (My heart). "You are everything to me."

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair as he traced kisses down their neck, each touch igniting sparks beneath their skin. König's hands roamed reverently over their body, mapping every curve as if committing them to memory. The weight of his body pressing them into the soft ground felt perfect, protective, passionate.

"I've dreamed of this," Y/N confessed, their voice trembling with emotion. "Of being in your arms like this."

König pulled back just enough to meet their gaze, his eyes dark with desire but soft with affection. "Liebling," he whispered, cupping their face in his hand. (Darling). "Let me show you how much I've longed for you."

Their lips met again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more urgent. All the years of wanting, of stolen glances and careful distance, melted away in the heat of their embrace. König's touches grew bolder, more possessive, as Y/N arched into his caress.

"Du bist mein," he growled softly against their ear. (You are mine). The possessive words sent shivers down Y/N's spine as they clung to him, lost in the intoxicating mix of tenderness and passion that was uniquely König.

Y/N's fingers traced down König's chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. His breath hitched at their touch, and he captured their wandering hand in his.

"Liebling," he breathed, pressing a burning kiss to their palm. "You drive me wild." His accent grew thicker with desire as he pinned their hand above their head, intertwining their fingers.

Y/N arched up against him as his lips found that sensitive spot below their ear. "König," they gasped, their free hand clutching at his back. The heat between them was overwhelming, yet somehow not enough.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name on their lips. "The way you say my name," he murmured against their throat, his stubble grazing the sensitive skin. "It makes me lose control." His kisses grew more demanding, marking a trail of fire down their neck as his free hand slipped beneath the hem of their shirt, fingers splaying possessively across their bare skin.

"Then lose it," Y/N challenged breathlessly, delighting in the way his muscles tensed at their words. "I want all of you."

König's eyes darkened at their boldness. "Careful what you wish for, liebling," he warned, his voice rough with desire. He shifted his weight, pressing them more firmly into the ground as his hand explored higher beneath their shirt. "I've spent too long holding back."

"No more holding back," Y/N whispered, wrapping their legs around his hips to pull him closer. "Just us. Just this."

His response was a deep, hungry kiss that left them both breathless, as the fire beside them burned on, matching the intensity of their passion.

König's control snapped at their words. He released their pinned hand only to grip their hip, pulling them firmly against him as he claimed their mouth in another searing kiss. Y/N took advantage of their freed hands, running them down his back, delighting in the way his muscles rippled beneath their touch.

"Meine kleine Versuchung," he groaned against their lips. (My little temptation). "Do you know what you do to me?" His hand slid up their side, thumb brushing just beneath their chest, making them shiver.

König sat back just enough to pull his shirt over his head, and Y/N's breath caught at the sight of his bare chest in the firelight. Scars from old battles marked his skin like a map of his past, and Y/N traced them reverently with their fingertips.

Y/N pushed themselves up to press their lips to his chest, right above their hand, feeling his sharp intake of breath. His hands tangled in their hair as they explored his skin with their mouth, leaving gentle kisses across each scar. Königs hands found the hem of their shirt, fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath. "May I?" he asked, always the gentleman even as desire roughened his voice.

"Yes," Y/N breathed, lifting their arms. König slowly slid their shirt up and off, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of them in the flickering firelight. His fingers traced reverently along their collarbone, down their sides, making them shiver.

"Du bist so wunderschön," he murmured, drinking them in. (You are so beautiful). "Like a dream come to life." He lowered his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along their shoulder, across their chest, following the path his fingers had traced.

Y/N's back arched as his stubble scraped against their sensitive skin, followed by the soothing warmth of his tongue. Their fingers dug into his shoulders as he lavished attention on every inch of newly exposed skin.

"König," they gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "Please..."

He growled softly against their skin, the vibration sending sparks through their body. "Tell me what you need, meine liebe," he demanded softly, nipping at their collarbone. His hands gripped their waist, thumbs drawing maddening circles on their bare skin.

"You," they managed, wrapping their legs tighter around him. "Just you. All of you."

König captured their mouth again, pouring all his pent-up passion into the kiss as he pressed them back down into the soft ground. The feeling of skin against skin was electrifying, and Y/N could feel how much he wanted them. He reached to unbutton Y/N's pants, sliding them down slowly, his hands trailing the soft skin underneath them.

Y/N's body gives a soft shiver at the feeling of Königs hands all over their body. They let out a soft moan into the kiss, their hands dragging down to the waistband of Königs pants. They teasingly hook their fingers into the fabric and tub him in closer.

He lets out a soft grunt and reaches up to remove Y/N's shirt completely. He grips at their chest momentarily before moving to take off his pants, removing his boxers as well. He takes a moment to appreciate the smaller frame in front of him, letting out a soft sigh before speaking, "Ich werde nicht sanft mit dir sein, meine liebe," (I will not be gentle on your my love) he rakes his rands up Y/N's thighs, stopping just before where they want him. "If I get too rough or I hurt you please tell me and I will stop"

Königs hands continued closer to where he wanted, dragging his fingers softly along Y/N's underwear, brushing up against all the right places. Y/N let out a choked whine at the newfound friction, giving a sad attempt at grinding against his hand. König places his other hand firmly on Y/N's stomach, just above the hips to keep them in place.

"König please" Y/N whines, "I need more, I need you." They grip Königs biceps tightly in a sorry attempt to ground themself, wanting the teasing to stop.

König groans at the sounds of their needy pleas, giving in slightly. He dips in to connect his lips with Y/N's as he pulls down their underwear, rubbing his palm against all of the places that make Y/N the loudest. He takes in every last whimper and moan before dropping his knees, rubbing his hands up and down Y/N's hips. Soothing circles being traced into the flesh as König takes them in his mouth, sucking and licking as if he was a starved man having his last meal.

Y/N's hands travel down to card through Köngs hair, giving it a slight tug as they let out the sweetest sounds along with some gentle praise and a bit of begging. "K-König, please don't stop baby... feels so good," König must hit a sensitive spot because it causes Y/N's back to arch and grind into his face with a loud moan.

König pulls away from them and locks his lips with theirs once more, gripping their hips tightly as he grinds his cock against them. "Wanna take you, Liebling, bitte, let me." Y/N nods and König lines himself up with their entrance, spitting on his cock to ensure a smooth entrance.

Y/N grips Königs shoulder for support as he pushes in with one long thrust, causing both of them to groan and whine at the new sensation it's bringing them. König keeps his hips in place for a moment, giving Y/N plenty of time to adjust before slowly pulling back to the tip. "I am going to make you feel so good, Schatz," (sweetheart)

He thrust back in softly and continues his slow pace for a moment, locking eyes with Y/N, looking for any sign of discomfort. Y/N let out a plea for him to speed up, and who is he to deny. He starts rocking his hips back and forth at a steady pace, his thick cock hitting all the best spots inside of Y/N, causing them to practically scream out for him. König also lets out a few soft moans and grunts, they're just squeezing him so perfectly.

It doesn't take long before Königs hips start to stutter, "Liebe, please tell me you are close, I am not sure how much longer I will last." He whines in their ear, leaving gentle kisses to their neck between words, meeting his lips to their neck with each sharp thrust.

Y/N wraps their legs around König as their legs start to shake, "I'm right here with you baby, cum for me, fill me up, please" They reach up and grip his hair with one hand, their other gripping and scratching at his back. It only takes a few more thrusts before König groans roughy into Y/N's neck, his orgasm washing over him like a tsunami.

Y/N gasps at the feeling of König leaking into them, causing them to fall over the edge as well, squeezing König tight as their legs shake around his waist. they both pant into each other for a while before Köng leans back up to a standing position, admiring them cum dripping done Y/Ns ass as he pulls out. He leans down and locks their lips with his before catching their eyes. "I love you, Schatz. You have no idea how much I adore you"

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OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FIC!!!! please post a part two when you get the chance omg ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you darling 🤭 im glad you liked it. Ill try to get pt2 out later today. Its currently 230am where i am so sometime in the next like 20hrs it will be out❤❤❤

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omg hai! could i ask for a könig x reader where they get back from a mission and könig is kind of pushing the reader away but ends up confessing his feelings? like they’ve been friends at base for a while but as soon as they’re deployed together, he gets so scared that one of them will get hurt on a mission and is just scared of getting into a relationship :(( and reader is so fed up because obviously they’ve fallen for him too and just want to make him theirs <3 bonus if there’s some sweet smut!! i just feel like this gentle giant would be so hesitant and want to protect his best friend/love

THIS IS TOO FUCKING CUTE OMG!

Okay so I absolutely adore this idea, i may even turn this into a series tbh... if I end up doing a part 2 there will be smut but this one is just fluffy with a little bit of hurt/comfort :)

CW: sort of Hurt/comfort, fluff, use of Y/N, GN!Reader,

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Falling for the Sargent💌

In the shadows of a crumbling city, the air thick with tension and the distant echoes of gunfire, König stood at the edge of a rooftop, scanning the streets below. His eyes were sharp, alert to every movement. But his mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of unspoken feelings for his teammate, Sargent Y/N.

König had always been the stoic type, a man of discipline and focus. He admired Y/N's strength and the way they charged into danger without hesitation. But with every shared training and every fleeting glance, a quiet ache grew in his chest. This was their first real mission together and instead of focusing on the task at hand, he was focused on wrestling with his emotions, attempting to push them deep down, convinced that in a world where survival was paramount, love was a weakness.

Hours passed, filled with adrenaline and danger, until they finally found themselves alone, crouched behind a barricade. They could hear the distant shouts of enemy combatants, and the thud of boots on pavement. The mission demanded their focus, but König’s thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N, the unrelenting pull of his heart that he fought so hard to ignore.

“Why do you always act like you don’t care?” Y/N suddenly asked, breaking through the silence. There was an intensity in their gaze that made his pulse quicken.

“What do you mean?” he replied, masking his feelings with practiced indifference.

“Come on, König. You’re always so… distant. We’re fighting side by side, but it feels like there’s a wall between us.”

He felt the weight of their words. The truth was, he cared too much. He had seen too many good people fall in the line of duty, and the thought of losing Y/N was unbearable to him. “I don’t need distractions,” he said, the words sharp as a blade.

König kept his distance, believing that love would only make him weak. He watched the reader dive into danger with confidence, feeling a mix of admiration and fear. What if he lost them? What if his feelings got in the way? So he pushed those thoughts down, focusing on the mission instead.

“Let’s move,” he said, his voice steady as they prepared to head into the heart of enemy territory. They were a great team, covering each other’s backs as they moved through the streets. But every time their eyes met, König felt a jolt of something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Hours passed and the dust finally settled, the two of them coming out victorious, to no one's surprise. As they walked through the desolate town, returning to the safehouse, Konig finally spoke up after a long awkward silence. "Y/N? May I ask you a question?"

Y/N doesn't break their gaze from the ground in front of them. "Sure, go ahead." They keep walking, not really caring or paying attention.

"Why did you ask me that earlier?" Konig stops in his tracks and looks down at them.

Y/N pauses, glancing up at König with surprise. “What do you mean?” Their brow furrows, and they stop too, curiosity flickering in their eyes.

König takes a deep breath, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. “About me acting distant. Why do you care?” His voice is steady, but inside, he’s a storm of uncertainty.

“Because it feels like you’re shutting me out,” Y/N replies, their tone softer now. “We’re in this together, right? I thought we had each other’s backs.”

He studies them for a moment, trying to read the sincerity in their gaze. It’s the truth, but admitting that he feels something deeper terrifies him. “I thought… I thought it was better this way,” he says finally, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Better how?” Y/N presses, stepping closer, their eyes unwavering. “You think pushing me away makes it easier? You think it keeps us safe?”

“I’ve lost people before,” he admits, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I can’t bear to lose anyone else. Especially not you.”

Y/N’s expression shifts from confusion to understanding. “You think you’re protecting me by keeping your distance? It’s the opposite, König. You’re just making it harder for both of us.”

For a moment, the tension crackles between them. König feels the urge to reach out, to close that gap, but fear holds him back. “I don’t want to be a distraction,” he finally says, though the words feel weak even to him.

Y/N takes a step closer, determination in their eyes. “You’re not a distraction. You’re a teammate. A friend. I want to be here for you. But you have to let me in.”

König's heart races. He wants to share his feelings, to let them know how much they mean to him, but he’s terrified of what that might cost them both. “It’s complicated,” he replies, struggling to find the right words.

“Life is complicated,” Y/N says softly. “But that doesn’t mean we have to go through it alone.”

König takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of their words sink in. The intensity in Y/N's eyes makes his pulse quicken, and he can no longer ignore the connection that’s been building between them. “You make it sound so easy,” he says, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

Y/N steps even closer, closing the distance that had felt so insurmountable. “It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. We fight together; we should share everything. That includes our fears.”

König looks down, grappling with his thoughts. “What if I fail? What if I can’t protect you?” The words spill out, raw and honest. “That’s what scares me the most.”

“Failing doesn’t mean you’re weak,” Y/N replies gently. “It means you’re human. We all have our fears. But shutting me out won’t help either of us.”

For a moment, they stand in silence, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging between them. König finally meets Y/N’s gaze, his resolve slowly crumbling. “I’ve cared about you for a long time,” he admits, each word a step closer to the truth he’s been avoiding.

Y/N’s eyes widen, surprise flickering across their face. “You have?”

König nods, his heart racing. “Yeah. I thought if I kept my distance, it would protect us. But it’s only made things harder.”

A smile breaks across Y/N’s face, warm and inviting. “König, you don’t have to protect me from your feelings. I want to be here for you. I want us to face everything together.”

In that moment, a rush of warmth fills him, a sense of relief washing over him like a tide. “I want that too,” he confesses, his voice steady now. “I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Y/N just stood there for a moment, staring at König. They stood there like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled him into a soft hug, wrapping their arms loosely around Königs waist and nuzzling their face into his chest. König stands there in shock for a moment before reluctantly wrapping his arms around Y/N's shoulder. Muffled by the fabric of Königs gear Y/N speaks up. "You don't have to say anything, just let it happen."

König nods and rests his head on Y/N's head. "Thank you. Let's get back."

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Masterlist

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Price-

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Alejandro-

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Konig-

Falling For the Sargent -pt.2

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