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"did I stutter?"

“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

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Small human is soft

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nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

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If you'd like to make John Price submit to you like a good boy, you must keep eye contact, cup his jaw, and spit in his mouth while you're slowly riding his fat cock.

(This is Price in a briefing with the brass the next day, still thinking and contemplating what you did to him last night.)

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Hehe, I'm still here😈

I have a session, so I was absent for a long time, but now I will try to get back into action.

Well, here's in case you want to support: 2200701942254787

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Giving him cats to compensate for being called a thot <3

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Kutaisi, Georgia

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Three’s A Crowd | Mlist

When you moved into your new apartment complex you thought your biggest concern would be something practical such as mold in the shower or weak water pressure. Maybe even the smell of lingering cigarette smoke or marijuana from previous tenants.

You never expected it to be your neighbors who seemed to have a sex drive that rivaled any succubus or horned college teenager.

Ghoap x Neighbor! Reader

Please heed tags before each chapter as this story is 18+ & contains NSFW content

11.5K words | 5 chapters | Complete

⤷ Noise Complaints

⤷ Dirty Laundry

⤷ Riley

⤷ House Warming Gift

⤷ Succumbed

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i do care. and I would absolutely give it the sloppiest best suck of its god damn life

fem!price would make u suck the strap btw. by the way. if you care

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Conquered a fear by stepping into Sephora and actually asking someone to shade match me and help me figure out what kind of products might be good for me. I swear going in I thought I was going to have a panic attack at the idea of someone looking at my face closely enough to be able to shade match me. But I walked out with new products and feeling much lighter. My wallet was much lighter too..... But this is huge and it may not seem like a big thing to other people, but to me... it's a huge win.

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I mean, I can show you my tits if you're sad?

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*gently nudges you* am I annoying?

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Your dog hybrid neighbour, John (as he'd eagerly introduced himself with a wagging tail when you moved into the apartment complex), who becomes extremely flirty and borderline clingy after merely a handful of weeks living down the hall from each other.

You wave it off as it being in his nature as a German Shepherd hybrid, but little do you know, he's been using his heightened hearing to eavesdrop on you through the walls.

And it's not his bloody fault that you masturbate almost every night, is it? Using a variety of fake knot dildos, watching hardcore hybrid porn on top of that, some of which Johnny recognizes by sound alone.

So, why can't you see that he's simply looking for his forever home, more than desperate to give you what you've been craving, so you can live happily ever after?

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“Abnormal Heart Rate Detected”

Summary:After a quiet, sweet date, you kiss Ghost goodnight—only for his smartwatch to loudly alert him (and you) that his heart rate is going wild. Turns out even the most silent, composed man can’t hide when he's completely smitten.

Rating:Fluffy, soft-boy Ghost, awkward romance, kiss-induced chaos, sunshine x emotionally constipated grump.

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Simon didn’t say much during the date—but he didn’t need to. The way he opened doors for you, pulled your chair out, and quietly placed his hand on the small of your back when crowds got too tight said more than enough. You talked, he listened. And every time you laughed, his lips twitched like they were this close to smiling.

The man was calm. Still. Like a statue wrapped in a hoodie and mystery. Unbothered. Unshakeable.

Until you kissed him.

Just a soft, sweet goodnight kiss outside your apartment. You leaned in, nervous but hopeful, and pressed your lips to his, and his hand twitched where it rested on your waist. A sharp inhale, then total stillness.

Beep. Beep-beep-beep.

You pulled back, blinking.

“What was that?”

Simon stood frozen. His smartwatch vibrated on his wrist, the little screen flashing:

ABNORMAL HEART RATE DETECTED

Current BPM: 127

Try to remain calm.

“…No fuckin’ way,” you whispered, gaping at the screen like it just betrayed the nation.

His ears were bright pink. “It’s—it does that sometimes.”

You gasped, grinning. “Simon. Did I literally make your heart race?”

He groaned, tipping his head back like he wished the ground would swallow him whole. “Bloody thing’s oversensitive.”

You stepped closer, teasing. “You sure? Or do you just like me that much?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at you, half-murderous, half-helpless. Then—beep-beep-beep again.

“Oh my god.” You laughed and cupped his face, planting another kiss on his lips just to watch the number spike again.

Current BPM: 132.

He pulled away with a grunt. “You tryna kill me?”

“Nope,” you chirped. “I just want your watch to start playing romantic music next.”

“…I’m disabling the damn thing.”

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