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and what if three-time ex husband price spits in our mouth? what then?
Giiirl the new theme is 10/10 🔥
ahhh thank you! 🧡 i’m playing around lol
not enough people writing about Price having kids and being the world's worst dad
not a chance in hell he's ever remembered a birthday in his life
started listening to white noise while i write and i think it’s truly changed the way i will write going forward.
i’ve always been someone that could only write in silence, and even then, my mind could very easily wander and unfocus. but i was so focused last night! 10/10 if you suffer with adhd.
john call-of-duty price experiencing the horrors, again.
Study in pastels from last night 🍊
“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!
clementine pngs ! credit not necessary for pngs! like or reblog to use, don't repost as your own please.
quick doodle of Price i did the day the trailer dropped, i’m terrified of whats gonna happen
type of guy you divorce and remarry three times over
The gag is he never took any of the divorces seriously and he counts all the years in total when he tells people how long he’s been married
Not only that, but even in the interim when he’s legally divorced on paper, he still tells people he’s married.
Price who pins you down with that heavy meaty weight of his body, thick cock buried deep inside, stretching your cunt open so good just like he used to. Got one of your thighs shoved up against your chest, fingers digging into the soft spill of your flesh, slow grinding of his hips dragging broken whimpers out of your throat that you hate yourself for making.
Years. Fucking years he was gone, vanished like smoke, and the second you finally started piecing yourself back together, he showed up at your door with that same damn cigar between clenched teeth and (cruel) blue eyes that always saw too much.
“Missed this tight cunt,” he grunts, voice rough as honeyed gravel, beard scraping your neck as he bites down, sucking a fresh mark into your skin. “Knew you’d still open up for me.”
You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders, half pushing him away and half pulling him closer. He feels it, chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours as he grinds deeper, the fat head of his cock kissing that spot that makes your vision spark white.
“Shh, easy love,” he murmurs, all honey and smoke, the manipulative bastard. One big hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open for him, dirty fingers pushing down onto your slick tongue. “Don’t fight it. You were never good at pretending you didn’t need this.” and you hear the need me go unsaid, implied.
He pulls out almost all the way, just the tip stretching your slick hole, then slams back in hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. “Look at you. Already creaming on my cock again. Bet no one else could make you this wet, could they?”
His pace picks up, heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust, the wet obscene sound of it filling the room alongside your desperate gasps. He’s watching your face the whole time- hungry, possessive, a little mean.
Trying so hard to ignore the look in his eyes that says he knows exactly how much he wrecked you when he left, and exactly how easily he can do it again.
Hiii I just wanted to ask if TTP will be updated soon? I swear I’m not rushing you I just love it SO MUCH 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
i’m gonna be honest, i still have a lot to go with part three 😔
i’ve been having a lot of fun writing little ficlets/blurbs these last few weeks and haven’t necessarily been inspired to write ttp.
i’m going to do my best to have it for you guys by the end of june! i know the outline of it, i just have to get my wandering mind to cooperate!
Clementines and Grapes - Stefaan Eyckmans , 2024.
Belgian , b. 1964 -
Oil on wood panel , 35 x 55 cm.
The Enchantress (c. 1901) by Arthur Wardle (British, 1864 – 1949), signed bottom right ‘Arthur Wardle’, oil on canvas, 62 x 43 in. (157.5 x 109.2 cm.), Private Collection
type of guy you divorce and remarry three times over
daddy— i mean dad— i mean daddy— i mean !
