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White tumblr racism is far more insidious than like out and proud racism cause why are you using your autism as an excuse to not view black people as equal to you

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i got my laptop fixed so maybe ill start writing more idk

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Dare I say, Cherry Popper Price? He goes for the lonely older type. The type that had either no one or very few when they were younger. The type that’s shy, reserved, that melts under the slightest hint of praise. The type that feels ashamed of still being a virgin at their age, who clamp their legs closed when he tries to get his first real look at their sex. Yeah….yeah…..

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never written before, but I had to get this thought off of my chest…. Gulp I swear I’m normal.

cw: he’s weird.. I made him weird, panty sniffing, scent kink blah blah blah, 18+!!

Simon Riley, your husband, who is obsessed with every part of you. Your smile, your body, the way your nose crinkles when he makes a crude joke. He loves you.

Simon Riley, your husband, who asks you before he leaves for his deployment to wear the same underwear for a few days before he comes home.

Simon Riley, your husband, who finds out that you’ve obliged with his obscure request after he barged through the front door and searched for your rather aggressively, gear still on and his bag haphazardly thrown on the living room floor.

Simon Riley, your husband, who has a rather primal glint in his eye as he tugs at your undergarments, heated gaze boring into yours.

Simon Riley, your husband, who huffs at the intimate garment, sniffing and groaning while he absolutely ravishes you. His body pounding against yours, one arm wrapped around your body, the other tightly gripping your underwear, mumbling “‘m so glad you did this for me, love. Always the one to listen, hm?”.

Simon Riley, your husband, who finishes loudly, his large and hulking torso draped over yours. He loves you. And he tells you, repeating it while he catches his breath.

Simon Riley, your husband, who you now know is a freak who loves every part of you. Literally.

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Yall are eating this lil drabble up ty ty!!

FUCK IT. MY PAGE ILL WRITE WHAT I WANT.

Panty sniffer! Price who goes through last nights laundry before a mission just to keep your sweet scent with and gives him something to jerk off to in the safe house away from the rest of the 141.

Panty sniffer! Price who will stuff your panties in his mouth while he fucks you nice and deep wanting to keep himself quiet just so he can focus on every aspect of you. Your moaning the sounds of your cunt speaking back at him and most of all you taste

Panty sniffer! Price who whines when you find his stash of your panties something along the lines of "keeps me with you luv, tastes better the day after"

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NEED THAT ON A MOLECULAR LEVEL PUHLEASE

smut rambling and john price because it always comes back to him

there is something about price, who is the ‘dominant’, for the lack of a better word, in your relationship slipping into a more ‘submissive’ role when he’s pussy whipped. how, when he’s eating you out, he becomes a mess — whining into your cunt while rutting his cock on the mattress for any pressure, and you’re not used to this enthusiasm. to having a partner devour you and thank you at the same time, because what is john’s submission if not his offerings of gratitude?

it happens in an accident. you drag your nails across his scalp and tug at his hair, mid-moan, only to feel john break. you feel his mouth go slack, his body buckling, and the pressure off your clit makes you pause so you look at john, confused, and he—

he looks drunken. he looks ruined and elated, like he’s just… cum.

oh. oh.

you croon, reaching forward to cup his cheek. he blinks in slow bursts, his mind still splintering, and you giggle because, “you love this pussy so bad, don’t you, john?”

he honest to god whimpers, his soul snapping back to his husk before his eyes meet yours.

“please,” he gasps out like he isn’t between your legs, breathing into your cunt, and fucking into you just minutes ago. but you know better now — that is not just what he’s asking for.

“go on,” you murmur. “fill me up, won’t you?”

you expected him to surge up in his desperation but john just. he kisses the inside of your thigh, so reverent it makes your breath stutter, and stares up at you with his darkened eyes.

“thank you,” he rumbles, all flushed and beautiful. “thank you, sweetheart.”

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john wouldn't be insecure about the age gap. john wouldn't even be normal about it. he would be utterly and entirely obsessed with it. with his young & pretty princess. his doll. his world. and damn if he isn't gonna show her off!!

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FUCK IT. MY PAGE ILL WRITE WHAT I WANT.

Panty sniffer! Price who goes through last nights laundry before a mission just to keep your sweet scent with and gives him something to jerk off to in the safe house away from the rest of the 141.

Panty sniffer! Price who will stuff your panties in his mouth while he fucks you nice and deep wanting to keep himself quiet just so he can focus on every aspect of you. Your moaning the sounds of your cunt speaking back at him and most of all you taste

Panty sniffer! Price who whines when you find his stash of your panties something along the lines of "keeps me with you luv, tastes better the day after"

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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i feel like non black people have gotten too comfortable in black spaces SPECIFICALLY on tumblr.

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

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I LIKED ONE ARCANE POST AND KNOW ITS ALL I SEE

i swear my tumblr for you feed has gotten so in accurate over the last month…ik the algorithm doesn’t work the same as other apps but i swear i never see the works of the authors i follow!!!! even if i go to the following tab??? and everything in the for you is completely irrelevant not even fandoms i know :(

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baby don’t play with me because i’ll delete every fucking word tonight and disappear like a ghost.

if i find out someone has fed my work to the plagiarism machines to get an ending because they’re impatient, not only will i do everything in my power to find out who you are and expose you irl, i will also show up to your house, punch your mother in the head (because you definitely still live with her) and shit in every single pair of your shoes before i beat the fucking brakes off you. choose wisely.

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Keepin it a buck fifty fuck i did NOT realize how many typos were in my last post yall i am so sorry

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there will be an entry post sometime soonmore thsn likely with in the week or the start of the next. who should i write for?

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yes i'm normal about him. i need to gnaw on him like a no. 2 pencil

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I WANNA BITE PRICES BICEP SO BAD WTFFFF!!!!