if sapnap ever read out my username and said "its always asiabear saying some stupid shit" please know that my brains would be all over the wall
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im never going to find anyone prettier than him
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Obey me! Nightbringer simeon is super religious guilt coded I swear everytime I read a devilgram story of his he is like
(spoilers for devilgrams for To Devil's Coast We Go and Coffee Someday)
"still it's the first time I've ever thought about the future like that. I suppose I assumed angels weren't allowed to have dreams. It might have never occurred to me if I stayed in the celestial realm. Of course having a dream means having desires. But somehow, that doesn't feel like such a bad thing anymore. I hope I can make my dream can come true someday. And when I do, I'd like all of you beside me. Just kidding... Wishing for that much would be greedy."
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"thats why I want him to have a good time and smile as much as possible. It sounds a bit egotistical, doesn't it...?""
Mc- "so what if it does?"
"maybe it doesn't matter...as long as Luke is happy. Hehe, that's not a bad way to look at things. The heaviness I felt in my heart feels a bit lighter now. Thank you."
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discord should let you use server stickers in dms if both ppl are in the same server im sick of writing in code
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i hate driving in the winter. i hit one of the snow burms and it's like the fucking titanic in my car
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listen you can say whatever you want abt phoebe bridgers but motion sickness is such a fucking song...
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real price hours tn
NSFW warning! f!reader, porn no plot
“yeah, just like that… goood girl…” price groans as you take him fully, taking a large puff from the lit cigar he dangles. you whimper at his words, making him chuckle as he exhales smoke in your face.
“oh, you like that, huh?” he laughs, free hand running down your waist and coming to grab a fistful of your ass. “dirty girl…” you squeak as he slaps your ass.
you mewl when you start to move, letting out a shaky breath as you bounce agonizingly slow on his cock, still adjusting to the stretch. you throw your head back, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting a hand run through his hair and grip at the roots. he chuckles again, rolling his hips into you, drinking in every whine and gasp and moan that you give him. he takes another puff of his cigar, hand trailing from your ass around to your hip to rub soft circles into your clit. you keen at that, head falling forward onto his shoulder.
"captain!" you whine.
"shh, shh, baby," price shushes you gently, softly connecting his lips to yours as he breaths smoke out his nose. he swallows your moans as you let them into his mouth, and you feel dizzy against him as you roll your hips, greedily chasing the electrifying pleasure. you quiver around him, reduced to a whimpering mess as you're stretched out around his fat cock. he's all you can focus on, everything else dissolving but his length inside you and the smell of his musk and cigar.
"so perfect for me," he mumbles against your flesh, placing kisses before softly biting your neck.
"captain..." you moan again, bouncing sloppier now, more desperately.
"please!" it's almost a sob. you don't exactly know what you're begging for, but the plead leaves your lips anyway like a last prayer. Price laughs dryly, letting his eyes slip shut and head fall back against the headboard.
"you're so pretty when you whine. poor baby, you cant do it alone?" he teases, rolling his hips against yours. you moan louder now, falling forward slightly as he starts to fuck up into you. your back is arching against him, barley processing his words.
"come on, sweet girl," he says softly in your ear, his thumb on your clit making you throb and squeeze on him, hands searching for something, anything to grip on to. "thaaat's it.. just needed my help, huh?" he says soothingly as you dig your nails into his back.
"oh, god!" you squeak, letting a strangled cry into his ear.
"fuck! I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, all strength leaving your body as Price thrusts up, repeatedly abusing your g-spot. His fingers dig into your hip, other hand clenching his cigar so hard it nearly crumbles in his grip, but not a single part of your brain cares about that now. The orgasm hits you in shaky waves, reducing you to a throbbing, soaking, shaking mess as it washes over you.
"yeah, good girl," He says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as his pace slows. He takes one last puff before haphazardly dropping his cigar into the ashtray on his bedside table, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath before he's fully lifting you up and flipping you onto your back.
"can you give me one more, baby?"
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I like thrifting and antiquing videos because y’know, I’m an antique collector. I just watched a video of a woman cover a black glass art deco vase with MATTE WHITE SPRAY PAINT. I’m tearing my hair out. Even though she didn’t show us the makers mark or anything I’m fairly sure it was authentic, if it was a replica then it was a beautiful piece on its own. I hate DIYers so much like I get needing to repair or refurbish pieces that are in poor condition but in what world is it more economical, practical or satisfying to spray paint an 80 year old glass vase than to buy the stupid $12 Home Goods ceramic porcelain vase you wanted in the first place. Black glass is so fucking beautiful. This generation’s obsession with beiges and earth tones and matte textures has me biting and writhing and foaming at the mouth.
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