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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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God I wish elections in the fucking US wouldn’t affect literally every other country in the world

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oh! ok yeah literally unfollow me if you’re a trump supporter??? fucking weirdo

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Manhandled

I just colored my old work

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

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Unlike the other men who'd text you back if you tell them you're leaving and want a divorce, Price won't respond. Oh, no, honey, that's not his style.

You think you're in the clear, crossing your t's, dotting your i's, and setting your new place up. You'd always love your Jack but it was time to move on, and move on you did.

It wasn't until you woke up one morning to the smell of—wait. Wait a fucking minute—what the fuck—who... who the fuck is in your kitchen?! And just like that, peace turned to fear and apprehension. You stumbled out of your bedroom to see Price cooking up your favorite breakfast. How did he—?

"Sit down, sweetheart." Your husband didn't turn away from the stove once.

You were too stunned to do anything else.

Price set breakfast out in front of you with your favorite drink in tow—just like you like it. You began to eat but everything felt heavy and it was hard to swallow.

And then Price lit a cigar, took a few puffs, looked at you, and smiled his disarmingly charming smile, cheeks big and everything.

"We need to talk, darling."

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something something sugar-daddy!john always getting his girl tickets to all the major sporting events so you can take all the best pictures for your scrap book and your instagram

and also because you give him the best head of his life every time in the five star hotel he books for you both

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gearing up to be the most insufferable coworker at the office tmrw

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Rich kinda assholey Price anyone???

You're a waitress of a rather fancy restaurant. You've dealt with a lot of rich people ever since working there - some being nicer than others.

You were happily doing your job one day until your manager pulled you to the side.

"I need you to go and ask the gentleman at table seven to stop smoking"

"Why me?"

"Because I'm asking you to, try not to cause a scene" he shoos you away and before you know it, you're at the table filled with business looking men.

You cleared your throat before opening your mouth and for some reason you felt nervous. You've done this job for years but for some reason you're palms are feeling rather sweaty.

"Sir?" you aim your voice towards him and he turns around, eyeing you head to toe before raising a brow.

"You're not allowed to smoke in here, you're more than welcome to take it outside though" you say with a polite smile and hope he doesn't see how nervous you are, the rich feed on that.

He turns around and you scoff slightly. How rude.

"Sir-" you start but get interrupted.

"Come here" he beckons you with his fingers over his shoulder and you grind your teeth - you're not a dog - you thought as you do as he says.

You're standing between him and another man and he grabs your apron, pulling you closer. He looks up at you from where he sits, cigar hanging from his lips and slides something into your pocket.

"I'm sure that'll settle this problem" you're speechless as you nod before walking away. You knees felt weak as you carried yourself to the back room behind the bar.

Looking down at your apron, you saw it was bulging out and reached inside. Your hand gripped what was inside and your heart was beating out of your chest.

A wad of cash sat in your hand and you knew it was enough to pay your rent for at least 6 months.

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simon riley is definitely the kind of guy who likes to smack your ass. a man won't miss a chance to do that.

you're lying on your stomach reading a book - smack.

you're cooking something in the kitchen, dancing — smack

you're standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror, getting ready for a new day - smack.

(need him)

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ring ; john price

summary: here’s my thoughts on price fingering you with his ring on. this is also my birthday present for @loveyhoneydovey !! i love ya! i hope this cheers you up and that you enjoy your birthday! <333

warnings/tags: 18+, afab, fem reader, written with plus size reader in mind but it can be read as size neutral if need be, pure smut, no plot, fingering, emphasis on his size (big hands/thick fingers), clit play, pussy slapping, cum eating, married price and reader.

word count: 1-1.5k at least

The hard wood was cold against your bare thighs as he had you sat on his desk in front of him. Your panties were pulled down to your ankles, revealing your already dripping cunt to your husband who is sat right in front of you.

Your husband’s forehead was pressed against yours and his lips were so close, you could feel his breath fanning against your face.

He had started out by trailing one finger up and down your wet slit to gather your juices. Moving agonizingly slow, taking his sweet time in pleasuring you. Using his other hand to hold your thigh, keeping your legs pried apart for him.

His hairy arm brushed up against your plush thigh as he started reading your folds.

“Look at how wet you are. All for me, Isn’t that right?”

He used one finger to spread your juices along your slit, before letting a second finger join in. That second finger was his ring finger, where his wedding band rested, all gold and engraved with your name along the inside. Then he used those two fingers to play with your slippery folds, but never dipping inside.

Those two fingers move to trace little figure eights in your slit, enjoying how slippery and slick your lips were because of how wet you had gotten.

“Uh-huh,” You nodded quickly, restraining the urge to buck your hips into his hand. You knew you had to be good, acting up would only get you so far. “Just for you.” You were in such a daze that you didn’t even notice how his lips quirked up into a grin at your words.

Stay still, stay still. You knew you had to be patient. You just had to wait.

Thankfully, he didn’t make you wait for long this time. Because before you knew it, he was dipping those two fingers inside of you.

He slips them inside inch by inch, giving a quiet chuckle at how easily they slide in. His eyes burn into you as he eases his fingers in, looking at how your brows were furrowed and your mouth was slightly open in a pant.

“Oh, god,” Your breathy moans fill the privacy of his office, mixing with the lewd wet noises produced by his thick fingers plunging inside your soaked cunt.

You couldn’t stop your hips from bucking and gasping when he’s pushing those two fingers in knuckle deep. The slight burn that came from the intrusion mixed with the feeling of being filled made that warmth in your stomach grow hotter.

What made that feeling even more intense was the cold metal of his wedding band that was flush against the walls of your cunt. The harsh temperature was such a contrast to the warmth of your entrance, it was driving you crazy in the best way possible.

To make the knot in your stomach tighten even more, the ring just added that extra ridge to his already thick finger. With every pump of his fingers inside your pussy, his cold ring rubbed against your soft walls so fucking good.

While the metal of his wedding ring was sending shivers through your core, your own wedding ring was sitting comfortably on your ring finger. A silver band with a perfect arrangement of diamonds that were all the perfect size, and his name engraved along the inside of the band. Just like your name was engraved along the inside of his.

Your own moans grew stronger, just like the wet noises, when his fingers started moving at a furious pace.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, searching for something, anything to keep yourself grounded in reality. One hand flew to clutch at his dark hair, fingers threading through his soft strands. Your other hand moved to grasp at his muscular arm that was positioned between your legs. The muscles flexed with every plunge of his fingers inside your cunt.

“That feel good?” He murmurs, watching as you nod for him, eyes half lidded and pupils blown wide with lust.

“God, yes!”

His gaze dropped and zeroed into your lips, all bitten and shiny from spit. It took every ounce of willpower to not just crash his lips onto yours and devour you. He wanted to hear every whine and gasp and moan, and unfortunately he needed your mouth unoccupied to be able to do so.

So he settled for the next best thing, worshipping your neck.

He moved down to your jaw and started showing much needed love and attention to your skin. You could feel his beard scratch against your skin as he left open mouthed kisses along your jaw, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin.

“Yeah?” He teases, beard scratching your skin as he continues mouthing your jaw. “Feels good having my fingers buried in that sweet cunt?”

Right at that moment, he curled his fingers in search of that spongey spot that made your toes curls. He never stopped pumping his fingers in and out, he just started curling his fingers in tandem with every plunge inside. He heard your breath hitch and knew he was close to finding it. He figured this was the perfect time to slip in a third thick finger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You babble mindlessly as his fingers keep stretching you out, with him growing dangerously close to finding your g-spot.

“Just a little bit more and..” He pushed his fingers further inside and curled them over and over until he feels you jerk and buck against his hand.

“Oh, fuck—,” You cut yourself off with a choked sob as his fingers tapped that sensitive spot that had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

“There it is.” You could feel him smirk against your neck.

Now that he found the spot that made you writhe, he started abusing it.

Pumping his fingers in your tight hole at a furious pace, hitting that soft spot every single time. He felt you clench around him so fucking perfect, reminding him of how you would always squeeze around his cock and milk him dry.

While his fingers were busy fucking you, his mouth went back to work on your neck. His full beard scratching your skin as he licked and sucked at your sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

“So fuckin’ tight, love. You just needed me to take you apart, huh?” He all but growls into your neck, teeth scraping at your pulse point. You can feel the vibrations from his words rumble against you. “Needed to soak my fingers? Hmm?”

You can’t even bring yourself to answer his questions, and he knows it, as the only thing that can escape your lips are moans and cries.

John has taken to sucking on your pulse point, then biting and tugging with a rumble from deep in his chest.

Every single bit and lick and suck from his torturous mouth went straight to your weeping pussy, which was quickly inching towards its release.

You knew full well that you wouldn’t last much longer, and he knew that just as much as you did. Maybe even more so, because you were hugging his fingers so damn tight.

He fucking loved it. He loved how slippery your cunt was and how much you were clenching down on his fingers, and he especially loved how your juices were dripping down onto his hand.

He wanted to feel you gush all over his fingers, and he wanted to feel that now.

So he used the pad of his thumb to rub rough circles on your swollen clit, all while he used three fingers to hit that sensitive spot over and over and over.

“C’mon, c’mon. Come f’ me.” He groans into the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. His tongue licking a stripe along the span of your neck before sucking your soft skin.

If your sharp gasp and desperate bucking of your hips against his hand were any indication, you were about to come.

“Yeah,” he eggs you on, “that’s right. Give it to me.”

So he circled his fingers inside of you, not only hitting that sensitive spot perfectly but also rubbing the area around it. The rough pad of his thumb just kept furiously rubbing at your swollen clit.

At that exact moment, he licked at the crook of your neck before biting down, hard.

“Oh, fuck!” You wail, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth hanging open. Your pussy throbs and flutters as you squeeze around his fingers, your legs twitching and writhing from all of the stimulation.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wild wave as you squirt all over his fingers and drench his palm in the process.

He couldn’t help himself as he pulled his soaked hand out from your cunt, before using it to lightly slap your swollen clit. He smiled as he watched your hips jolt and your cunt squeeze around nothing.

“There you go, good girl.” Was all your husband said, husky voice dripping with praise, before he did something that had your pussy throbbing once more.

He lifted his soaked hand up to his mouth and licked your juices clean off. His gaze burned into yours as he licked a broad stripe along his palm before sucking each finger clean with a pop. Then finally, licking his wedding band clean as it rested on his ring finger.

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SIMON RILEY WITH A BREEDING KINK.

tw/cw; breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, afab!f!reader. MDNI 18+

simon can't help but crave the love of a baby. he's met your nieces and nephews before and he can't get the sound of their soft giggles out of his head.

it doesn't take a lot of convincing to get simon to agree with to try for a baby. in fact, if anything, he's too eager and immediately perks up at the idea. he'll try different positions and will do plenty of research beforehand, pushing your legs over his shoulder to fuck his hot, creamy load deep into your soft, slick folds.

your fingernails leave marks along simon's fair skin as he pushes inside. it's been a while since you've gone without any form of prevention of pregnancy and protection, and god, it feels so good to feel his veins rub against your soft walls, thrusting in and out while promising the future to you.

his thrusts quicken at the tightness of your velvety wall around his meaty girth, stretching you out as he drives his hips into you repetitively. you whimper out and weep, your nipples perking at the pleasure, small buds stiffening beneath simon's calloused thumbs. he fantasies about seeing milk leak from your nipples while you're pregnant, to see your stomach big and swollen with his babies, to decorate their nursery with his bare hands.

simon is too distracted to think, before he's filling your gummy walls with ropes and strings of his creaminess. your core tightens with your insides sore from his tip hitting against your cervix, leaving you bruised and pleased, a sticky mess left and smeared all over your sex.

and fuck, seeing simon hold his adorable newborn babies was a sight you had always wished to see.

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OKAY BUT IS THAT NOT PRICE ON THE VIDEO

manuel ferrara is literally how i picture price fucking everytime

divorced!john price who lets his daughter and her best friend stay at his house every summer without fail. divorced!john price who leaves the two of you home alone more often than not when he's deployed. divorced!john price who spoils the two of you when he is home, by taking you out to restaurants and going shopping. divorced!john price who saw you as a second daughter, and treated you as such. divorced!john price who gets a text from his daughter during his early drive back that you had arrived sooner than she did. divorced!john price who gets home only to find you sprawled naked across his bed, playing with yourself and moaning his name. divorced!john price who can't help but swallow thickly at the sight of your messy pussy ruining his sheets. divorced!john price who clears his throat, voice gruff, "d'you wan' help sweetheart?"

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

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Megumi agrees to be photographed only if he shows his Shikigami

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some of you need to romanticise the fucking paragraph break

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he made that.

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Next door neighbor Price who holds the door for you when he sees you struggling at the doors with a load of groceries.

Next door neighbor Price who spots for you in the building's gym one time you go in really late at night (or early morning really) and lets slip out a "perfect, love" when you finish

Next door neighbor Price who doesn't mind to step close to you when the lift gets a little too crowded and give you a sly little smile as you flush pink

Next door neighbor Price who opens the door bare chested when you knock one night, your heat gone out and you're just freezing after coming home from work

Next door neighbor Price who tries to help fix it, but just can't figure it out (knew in about a minute what was wrong) so maybe you should just take his bed tonight and he'll take the couch

Next door neighbor Price who chuffs at the thought of you not wanting to inconvenience him and finally settling on sharing the bed - it's big enough after all, right?

Next door neighbor Price who isn't quite sure what he's gotten himself into when he sees you in your sleep shirt and little shorts, crawling into his bed with that innocent smile on your lips. It drives him to want to do absolutely detestable things to you

Next door neighbor Price who slides right into bed next to you, hard as a rock, and can't resist the little kiss he gives your temple before wishing you a "goodnight love"

Next door neighbor Price who wakes up wrapped around you, completely tangled in you, no possible way to let you go and you can't help but grind back into that firmness at your backside that has to be the size of your forearm at least

Next door neighbor Price whose half asleep grip halts your movements as he sloppily mutters into the back of your neck "don't start somethin' ya can't finish, love"