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hi guys i’m alive idk what to write about

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“I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.”

H.D. Carlton Haunting Adeline

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why does my life hate me rn

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hi everyone. so sorry for the inconsistency. i’m currently in my europe house for vacation (i’m from here) and i’m spending time with my hunny +family. love y’all, will be writing soon

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writing for roman partizan is wild to me this man isnt against the war in ukraine

thank you for lmk 🙏🏻 just did my research and posted something in regards to this ❤️

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hi everyone, just did a bit of research. and… yeah. i’m making this post to announce that i will not be writing for roman partizan. all of my roman posts have been deleted and i will not continue to write for him. also thank you to those who sent me stuff in my inbox letting me know of this. i am quite an oblivious person, but thank you! 😃

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daddy next door | pt.1

character remains a secret… for now ;) you’ll find out who he is don’t worry… heheheh

the sound of moving trucks outside immediately woke you up from your peaceful slumber. “fuckin christ,” you mumble, limping out of bed. the jarring noise of men outside hauling furniture into the house next door made your brain ache.

after three tortuous hours of ruckus, it was finally quiet. you take a quick shower and doll yourself up for the day. the sun was starting to peak out of the clouds and the weather gradually spiked up to a 78, sundress weather. it hugged your curves deliciously, earning a nod of approval from yourself in the mirror, “time to head out.”

it was a smaller town, but don’t be fooled by its size, the streets were absolutely littered with people. couples, elderly, kids, you name it. out of the entire crowd, you spotted a man with his two kids, definitely on the younger side about 8-10 years old. his hair was a mesmerizing shade of blond that glistened in the sun. his eyes were captivating, a shade of blue that matched the ocean’s. gosh, you were so hooked.

wait… this is a man, with kids! what are you doing??? he probably has a wife at home waiting for him!! you shake your head and quickly walk away, heading to the nearest cafe or store to distract your boggled mind. immediately upon entry a man, maybe in his 20s, greeted you warmly. he was definitely similar to your type, on the taller side, black hair, brown eyes, sharper features. something about him screamed danger, but his demeanor was so friendly. he almost felt unreal, as if he wasn’t human.

your thoughts were interrupted by him, “well don’t you look gorgeous.” his eyes scanned you head to toe, taking in every detail of your face and figure. you wanted so badly to look away, but you couldn’t. his gaze was so strong, so powerful. “thank you.” the tone of your voice was casual, but the pink hue of your cheeks told a different story. “i’m august,” he held out his hand for you to shake, and you accepted it hesitantly. “any chance i could get your number?” you nod, unsure, but hey this could be a fun experience, right?

you gave him one final smile and left, completely shaken up.

i need to get home

kicking off your sandals you step into the comfort of your own home. home, at last. you sink into the couch and start to doze off when suddenly your phone chimes

Maybe: August

Hey, we met earlier

your eyes widen, how could you forget. you were about to reply, but remember, if you reply too fast you’ll look desperate. taking your time was always key with a man. you set your phone down on the counter and resume your couch nap from earlier.

it had been about two hours into your nap, when the doorbell rings. you open your eyes and panic, who could it be? to your surprise, it’s no one. no one is at the door. you look around, startled, only to see kids running away from your house, giggling. ah, ding dong ditch, classic. you close the door and walk to the kitchen, but before you can even make it there’s a knock. who is it now. you open the door, slightly annoyed, when, wait a second. what the… it’s the blond man from earlier. “hi there, i’m so sorry for my kids they’ve been ding dong ditching the neighborhood,” he shook his head in disapproval while chuckling. “i’m phillip, phillip graves, just moved in next door.” the southern tone in his accent with that deep smooth voice,

oh you were fucked

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gaz and price 100% are titty men. they love tiddies yiddies biddies, you name it.

gaz would be the type to pull the charming and sweet boy act to get close to you. “good morning miss” or “can i do anything for you ma’am?” while staring into your boobs as if your eyes were glued to them.

starts getting flustered when you put a gentle finger to his chin and redirect his eager and lingering eyes. “s-sorry ma’am.”

little goodie goodie boy facade, but don’t be fooled. after a long day of playing the gentleman role to you as your fellow soldier, he coops himself up in his room and immediately wraps a hand around his aching cock to the thought of your tits bouncing up and down on him. sighs and groans quietly, but loud enough for only you to hear next door in your room. hoping that you hear him and “accidentally” walk in on him pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

price would definitely be a bit more… open about his attraction to you. don’t get me wrong, he’s a man of older age and is absolutely a smooth and respectful person, but sometimes the tent in his pants contradicts his kind words. “hope you slept well doll” “can i grab that for you love?” is the type to sit right next to you and sneak a peek at your boobs that are right below him. this way, it’s impossible to be caught looking.

obviously a relationship between a captain and a private is very unethical, but it drives his filthy mind mad. the very thought of you bent over his desk, whimpering underneath him and addressing him as sir and captain made his head swirl.

late nights at the office are never easy, luckily the stolen pair of your panties tucked away in his drawer keep him company. he’d wrap it around his cock and stroke himself with them while cursing to himself. the only thing getting him off is the mental image of how your tits looked in that tight little shirt. oh how badly he wanted to rip it off of you.

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how would ghost or konig react f!reader taking em to orlando's universal studios and makin em ride those big rides like rip ride rock it or velocicoaster😭🤭🙏

ghost:

was a bit surprised when you asked him

“that’s so dumb, i’m not doing that”

already grumpy before the ride starts

crosses his arms across his chest and huffs

but gives in when you beg him to go with you

because how could he resist you (you cutie ;) )

barely can get the seatbelt around his muscles

unexpectedly likes the ride

likes seeing you scream happily even more

finally the ride ends

“that wasn’t so bad was it now”

konig:

scared little baby

“b-b-but it’s too high~”

too scared to go on

so you hold his hand reassuringly and tell him everything’s okay

bit of a hassle getting him to sit in the tiny little seat

“erm… i don’t think i fit hehehe”

squeezes in anyways

screams the loudest on the ride

“AHHH. AHHH SCHEIßE. OH MEIN GOTT, OH, OHHH MEIN GOTT”

giggling violently

will ask you to go on the ride again and again and again

“one more time, bitte. no???!”

starts whining

“pleaseeee maus please please”

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hi guys i’m still alive just very sick 😭😭🙏🏻 i’ll be posting soon

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you and soap were beyond wasted. after giggling for hours in the bar you decide to crank on the karaoke machine and shamelessly sing to him. soap cheered you on literally the only person cheering in the crowd “WOOOOO.” (like an idiot) he didn’t care who heard or saw any of you. you wrap up the song and hop off the stage, sitting right next to him again. to say that there was tension was an understatement, “beautiful singing by the way.” you smirk and drunkenly pull him in, stealing a sweet kiss. he pulls away blushing “fuckin hell lass… finally,” as he pulls you in again and locks his lips with yours.

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i have no motivation to write but i have so many ideas 😀

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okok hear me out, mean brat tamer price ,,, i just know the dick is big and hes mean

do u even know how LONG IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ABOJT PRICE ILITERALLY

let’s continue

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price was somewhat used to your brattiness, but after a long night in the office? ohhh, you’re in for a long night. parading around all day in those tiny shorts drove him mad. sure… you looked stunning, but he didn’t like how the soldiers treated you like some eye candy, and he especially didn’t like how you knowingly did this to get a rise out of him. you look down at your phone,

Price: My office, now.

knocking on the door in excitement, it opens and you’re greeted with a cold price. he grabs you by the collar and drags you into the office, slamming and locking the door shut behind him. “you want to be a slut don’t you love? hmm?” cooing angrily, “then i’m gonna treat you like one.” he forces you on your knees and motions for you to take his pants off, along with his boxers. “put it in your throat. i want you crying on my cock.” you slowly take every inch of his length into your warm mouth, earning a groan from him. he grips your face and violently fucks your throat. “aaah fuck that’s it love~ good fucking bitch.” the sight of your tears and mascara dripping sent him overboard. you had never seen him like this. so aggressive, dominant, animalistic. his thrusts become sloppier as you feel all his semen paint your mouth. “swallow.” you obey, hearing him chuckle above you. he’s still panting but he finally mutters, “not done with you sweetheart. bend over the desk and show me that sweet cunt.”

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guys guys GUYS. i have like 20+ stories coming out and EEEEKKKK IM SO EXCITED

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I would love to see König being a brat tamer I really think it would be rude (me not being a slut for him)

he glared at you through his sniper hood, unable to hold all the suppressed anger in. “bed. now.” he demanded, showing no remorse to your whining. he groans impatiently, grabbing you and throwing you on the bed himself. he wastes no time ripping your pants off and giving you a harsh smack to the cunt. “you think you’re funny, huh?” he tears your panties off and bites your clit. grunting on it, “mine. all mine.” he slips his shirt off and puts it in your mouth. “you’re gonna be quiet maus, yeah? that okay? good.” he slowly takes his pants off and his boxers along with them. his tip rubs slowly against your folds. “beg. beg me to fuck you,” he grumbles. you whine and squirm under him, “please könig… please.” he chuckles in satisfaction, fascinated by how soft you grew so quickly. “where’s that brat attitude now, hm?~”

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i got a whole page of story ideas… sorry for being inactive, but stay tuned for those ;D

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Konig with size kink + dubcon?

oh me oh my 🤭

hello lovelies! hope u like this one

tw// CNC

the way that he easily towered over you made him absolutely mad. “ooohh liebling~” he said, running his finger down your tummy. “you’re so, so, perfect.” his eyes finally lock yours and an electric shock is sent through his body, “i need you, now.” he immediately rips your pants off along with your panties. he’s usually into foreplay but today, he couldn’t wait. he spit on your cunt and slid it in, even after all this time you couldn’t get used to how big he was. “maus,” he pants “you look so small under me, so tiny.” he groans, “i don’t know how you take this dick in that tight little pussy.” you wince in pain, “it hurts a bit, ow könig. it’s too big.” he covers your mouth, “you’re gonna take this big dick then, you’re not going anywhere schät.”