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bookgeekgrrl · 1 year

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My media this week (15-21 Jan 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 Slow Change (thesurefireway) - 66K, steddie canon divergent - Eddie's life and his relationship with Steve after his 5-month stint in jail before the innocent verdict in his trial

😊 The Crime at Black Dudley (Albert Campion Mystery #1) (Margery Allingham, author; David Thorpe, narrator) - In a cozy/golden age mystery mood and she's the Queen of Crime I have read least. I wish there were more of hers on audiobook

😊 The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (Robert Louis Stevenson) - read via Jekyll & Hyde Weekly

🥰 Call My Number (and Call Me Yours) (novacorpsrecruit) - 53K, Steddie AU - both single dads, EMT!Steve & dispatcher!Eddie - very cute

😊 The Case of the Canterfell Codicil (Anty Boisjoly Mysteries #1) (PJ Fitzsimmons, author; Tim Bruce, narrator) - So straight in the blurb for this book it says "The Case of the Canterfell Codicil is a classic, cosy, locked-room mystery written in the style of an homage to PG Wodehouse. The result, for those familiar with Wodehouse or Jerome K Jerome and Ruth Rendell or Dorothy L Sayers, is either an inexcusable offence to several beloved canons, or a hilarious, fast-paced, manor house murder mystery." It's a fairly mediocre imitation to be honest but not so terrible as to be unreadable, and it raced along nicely; ultimately I found it entertaining enough. Given the length and the price (free), I can see myself reading a few more, esp when I get into that 'i'm out of podcasts and books i really want but need something for the love of fuck' place.

😊 The King's Delight (Tales of Lilleforth Book 1) (Sarah Honey) - a light & fluffy, very mildly kinky fantasy romance

💖💖 +357K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

The Long Dark Bath-Time of the Soul (spqr) - Knives out universe: Benoit Blanc/Phillip, 7K - a hilarious possible backstory for phillip's wealth

help to make the season bright (its_tortle) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 20K - fluffy & warm seasonal fic

The future's open wide (rainbow_nerds) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 4.7K - a lovely little fic with some closure for tommy hagan

Nothing Hurts (Like Your Mouth) (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 4.1K - werewolf steve & vamp eddie - some extremely hot monsterfucking. I love a prehensile tail!

Not Fade Away (A Cover) (dorcas_gustine) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 37K - great characterizations, great story, fucking HILARIOUS

Hallmark-Adjacent (Moorishflower) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 25K - a fun, modern AU with each of them as the jilted guy in a hallmark movie, having glorious sex and a soulmate connection on a train and then some hallmark-y moments of their own

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 34K - reread of this amazing & formative-for-the-fandom fic; still amazing

Made with Love (and Yarn) (SolarMorrigan) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 10K - super cute & fluffy, expressing love thru textile crafts

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Leverage: Redemption - s2, e10-12

Hot Ones - Viola Davis Gives a Master Class While Eating Spicy Wings

Hot Ones - Cate Blanchett Pretends No One's Watching While Eating

Hot Ones - Zoe Saldaña Gets Scorched By Spicy Wings

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Desert Island Discs - Steven Spielberg, director

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Green Mill Jazz Club

Off Menu - Ep 72: Michael McKean

Renegades: Born in the USA - Money & the American Dream

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Songs of Ice with the Places Team

Vibe Check - Mutha Needs To Arrive and Set the Table

Strange Customs - Brandon Kyle Goodman | The Paper

Switched on Pop - SZA's Endless Melody

99% Invisible #521 - A Sea of Yellow

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Cementerio Municipal José María Azael Franco Guerrero

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Nude On The Moon: The B-52's Anthology

Carly Rae Jepsen

Lowrider Oldies

My Mix #3

Late Night Blues

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fullmusicbardsquared · 2 years

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#spotify #music #the b-52's

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mattachineparty · 2 years

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#Mattachine #john cameron mitchell #amber martin #angela di carlo #hedwig #shortbus #julius' bar #dance party #The B-52's #the b 52's #nyc #1983

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sspacegodd · 9 months

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#B-52's #idaho #private idaho #camping

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calimarikid · 1 year

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B-52's

#b 52s #b-52's

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cosmicthingies · 6 months

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Cindy Wilson!

#cindy wilson #b52s #the b 52's #80’s blingee

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wladslaw · 1 year

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80's new wave & synth-pop playlist

15hrs. 43mins.

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animusrox · 2 months

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TOP 10

Past Lives

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

How to Blow Up a Pipeline

Poor Things

Oppenheimer

Barbie

BlackBerry

The Holdovers

The Iron Claw

Killers of the Flower Moon

MY LETTERBOXD Grade A 11. The Killer 12. Beau Is Afraid 13. Dream Scenario 14. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 15. Godzilla Minus One 16. American Fiction 17. They Cloned Tyrone 18. Evil Dead Rise 19. Eileen 20. The Artifice Girl 21. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem 22. Talk to Me 23. Reality 24. Leave the World Behind 25. A Thousand and One 26. Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One 27. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. 28. Theater Camp 29. Carmen 30. Merry Little Batman 31. Priscilla 32. Society of the Snow 33. Infinity Pool 34. Enys Men 35. Sanctuary 36. Rye Lane 37. Skinamarink 38. Monster 39. Anatomy of a Fall 40. Landscape with Invisible Hand 41. Reptile 42. Sisu 43. Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game 44. No One Will Save You 45. Tetris 46. May December 47. The Zone of Interest 48. V/H/S/85 49. Dumb Money 50. El Conde 51. Arnold 52. Maestro 53. Napoleon 54. 20 Days in Mariupol 55. Influencer 56. The Creator 57. Origin 58. Thanksgiving 59. Next Goal Wins 60. The Boy and the Heron 61. Bottoms 62. Wonka

[Press Keep Reading For The Full Graded List]

Grade B

63. God Is a Bullet 64. No Hard Feelings 65. Joy Ride 66. Fair Play 67. Cocaine Bear 68. NYAD 69. Asteroid City 70. Nowhere 71. The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster 72. Divinity 73. The Equalizer 3 74. The Last Voyage of the Demeter 75. Venus 76. Butcher’s Crossing 77. Somewhere in Queens 78. The Persian Version 79. Boston Strangler 80. Polite Society 81. Miguel Wants to Fight 82. The Color Purple 83. The Royal Hotel 84. Saw X 85. All of Us Strangers 86. Fallen Leaves 87. Ferrari 88. Elemental 89. Peter Pan & Wendy 90. Renfield 91. Cat Person 92. Scream VI 93. The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes 94. BS High 95. Blue Beetle 96. Huesera: The Bone Woman 97. When Evil Lurks 98. Dark Harvest 99. A Good Person 100. Final Cut 101. Knock at the Cabin 102. Quiz Lady 103. Leo 104. Air 105. The Super Mario Bros. Movie 106. Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham 107. John Wick: Chapter 4 108. Beaten to Death 109. The Wrath of Becky 110. Passages 111. Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 112. Gran Turismo 113. 65 114. Sick 115. Sister Death 116. The Blackening 117. Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain 118. Flamin’ Hot 119. Nimona 120. Cobweb 121. Totally Killer 122. What’s Love Got to Do with It? 123. Sharper 124. Unseen 125. Dunki 126. Bird Box Barcelona 127. The Marvels 128. Shazam! Fury of the Gods

Grade C

129. Wildflower 130. Freelance 131. M3GAN 132. Strays 133. Sympathy for the Devil 134. Creed III 135. Chevalier 136. The Marsh King’s Daughter 137. A Haunting in Venice 138. The Little Mermaid 139. Silent Night 140. Master Gardener 141. The Flash 142. Fast X 143. The Pope’s Exorcist 144. Saltburn 145. Kandahar 146. Stand 147. Plane 148. Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny 149. Fingernails 150. Quicksand 151. Fool’s Paradise 152. Migration 153. Rustin 154. The Covenant 155. Good Burger 2 156. The Pod Generation 157. Alice, Darling 158. Insidious: The Red Door 159. Missing 160. Shotgun Wedding 161. You Hurt My Feelings 162. The Boogeyman 163. Showing Up 164. Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom 165. Champions 166. Consecration 167. The Nun II 168. Biosphere 169. House Party 170. The Exorcist: Believer 171. Big George Foreman 172. Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves 173. Children of the Corn 174. The Beanie Bubble 175. Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Grade F

176. Anyone But You 177. Marlowe 178. Paint 179. Extraction 2 180. It Lives Inside 181. Deliver Us 182. Trolls Band Together 183. Finestkind 184. Corner Office 185. Wish 186. Prisoner’s Daughter 187. Pain Hustlers 188. Foe 189. The Mother 190. Old Dads 191. Ghosted 192. Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken 193. Haunted Mansion 194. Mafia Mamma 195. Five Nights at Freddy’s 196. The Machine 197. Justice League: Warworld 198. We Have a Ghost 199. What Comes Around 200. Legion of Super-Heroes 201. The Boys in the Boat 202. Attachment 203. Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre 204. About My Father 205. You People 206. Meg 2: The Trench 207. Pathaan 208. Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire 209. Assassin 210. Dalíland 211. Vacation Friends 2

Bottom 10

212. Sound of Freedom 213. Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey 214. When You Finish Saving The World 215. Heart of Stone 216. Family Switch 217. Expend4bles 218. Sweetwater 219. Hypnotic 220. 80 for Brady 221. Spinning Gold

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saltylandland · 1 year

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Random Lost Boys NSFW Headcanons Pt2

Pt 1 here

Dwayne loves shibari (Japanese bondage), the way he comes across it is incredibly random, especially considering it’s the 80’s. In my mind, reader wants to explore some unique bookstores that caught their eye and Dwayne was the only one willing to take them at the time. I swear, you took your eyes off of him for one second and somehow it’s already in his hands, flipping onto page 52.

The others can appreciate the aesthetic and results, but they’re not interested in the process or the sensuality of the process.

I can almost see David getting into it, especially for the control it gives him and the inherent trust you have to have in him, but I think he’d quickly lose patience with the intricate knots, wanting to see you writhing in pleasure with simple bondage to keep you in place.

It’s very popular to write the boys as poly, or with all of them dating the reader, but in reality reader MUST drink a lot of water bc in some sort of way all of the boys overstimulate their partner whether on purpose or it’s bc they have more stamina as vamps. Also fucking just one of them? Near impossible. They come as a package deal and you’ll have to satiate at least 2 of them considering they’re rarely seen separately.

In some sort of way all the boys have a dacryphilia kink (crying kink), they all like it when you cry bc pleasure/overstimulation, but both David and Marko like it when you tear up due to frustration. Usually bc of their relentless teasing. Dwayne likes the aftermath of that teasing, being the ‘good one’ and wiping your tears as if he didn’t watch the others tease the shit out of you. And Paul likes it when it’s tears of embarrassment.

They’d 100% use their powers on their partner during sex, David usually sending the most filthy scenarios to play in the forefront of your mind while out in public.

Something I made up in my ‘every good girl needs a creepy vamp’ fic that I really like, is Paul (or even one of the other boys/all of them) can make phantom sensations like hands groping your body through your clothes, yep, still in public. It’s like one of those remote controlled vibes but 10x more intense.

Speaking of that, all of them have no shame. It really depends on your comfort level and that’s the only thing that will stop them from fucking out in the open.

I like the Headcanons of a) the boys get excited from drinking blood, b) the boys go into heat from the full moon, or c) go feral over their partner’s period (if they get them) but also,,, rip your ass if all 3 of those happen

Maybe I’ll do a pt 3 someday, I want to include star but I have to build up some characterization first.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb dwayne #tlb 1987 #tlb fanfic #tlb headcanons #tlb x reader #paul tlb #tlb marko #david tlb

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twigg96 · 8 months

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Hello my sweet lovelies. I’ve been trying to write some more Daryl X Y/N and thought what better way to get started than doing the Fluffy and Naughty Alphabet HCs! 😊 so please enjoy the start to my little 52 HC journey!

Daryl Dixon’s Fluffy Hc Alphabet:

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Daryl loves a partner that cares a lot about other people. Those who put themselves before the betterment of the group are not people who Daryl can ever get along with. He finds kindness, compassion, honesty, and openness attractive in particular.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/ flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

Daryl doesn’t conventionally tease his partner. But in an unconventional world he thinks their version of teasing fits right in. Instead of the jovial picking other couples do, Daryl will often come over and say nothing but simply take a bite out of his partner’s food, smiling devilishly as he continues on his duties. While walking on patrol together, Daryl and his partner will go from walking hand in hand to playfully bumping each other to shoving each other off the path and into the plant life that lives along the side of the road. Neither partner can always read the other’s emotions so if Daryl is in a dark head space he will lash out if his partner tries to tease him. The same however can be said too for his partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Mr. Dixon is not into PDA. He doesn’t like people having the upper hand on him with information that could be used against him. Plus he’s really really busy a lot of the time. It’s not until the pair are alone either in the darkness of the night or shrouded in the forest that he allows himself to become more vulnerable. Taking his partner’s hand when there are no Walkers about he rubs his thumb over the back of their hand as he whispers plans about the day to come.

In the dead of night he’ll pull his lover close letting them cuddle close to his chest. He’d run his fingers through their hair. It would be a peaceful silence with a few shared kisses simply listening to their shared breaths and heartbeats. As sleep over takes them both and the last thing either of them hear is “I love you” from either partner.

But Daryl isn’t all innocent and shy all the time. Sometimes when things are good he’ll come around and smirk at his partner as they work. Walking up as they bed over he pinches their ass and covers their mouth telling them to meet him in the house in ten minutes.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on Are they creative with their date ideas?)

In the post apocalypse there isn’t really time for what we would consider real dates. There is no movie theater. No restaurants. No Pools. No beach. No hotels. Daryl couldn’t do the things he really desperately craved to do with his partner and it killed him. This topic has sparked more fights in your relationship than either of you would ever care to admit. Daryl wanted to provide for you and take you out on real dates. You however saw the sweet scenic bike rides you both took as date enough. His partner saw scouting ahead on a peaceful day as a date. Or even just doing nothing within the walls talking about everything. Eventually you both agree to disagree.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner's chicken sandwich)

There is no room to be picky after the turn. With good food so scarce if someone didn’t like dinner that night they just didn’t eat. But Daryl hated it when his partner didn’t eat. So he went out of his way to find food they liked when dinner was something he knew they wouldn’t like. He’d offer them the stuff they like off his plate and took the food they didn’t like. No problems or fuss. He loved you.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Seeing you survive. Daryl couldn’t live with himself if he ever lost you. And he knew that it was unrealistic to try and expect that his partner would live well past when he would live. That he would die long before his partner and be waiting wherever it was on the other side for them. But it made him so sick thinking about the opposite so he simply did his best to keep you safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

Daryl was extremely caring in his love. He may not always show it or even say it but he is always thinking about his partner’s wellbeing. He looks for safer paths to take when they scout together, ones they can’t be ambushed on or that are easier to walk on. He always checks you over for cuts and bruises when he sees you before hugging you too tight or kissing you. He is on high alert outside of the camp at all times ready to protect. He gives his food to you when you need it.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don't mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

Oh sweet lord. Yes. This man is a hot head. He is like a volcano. Full of anger and negative emotions that when placed under pressure will make him explode and cover other in the anger and negativity. But understand that this is a product of a horrifically broken home. He tries like hell to keep from erupting all over you. But sometimes it just happens and he never means for it to get as out of hand as it gets.

Daryl gets mean when he’s pissed. He gets nasty and spiteful. He will pull up shit from past fights just to fuel the fire of the argument and keep it going until he feels like you’re just as pissed off at him as he is at himself.

Whatever you do… do not give this man alcohol and expect him to be ok. He is an angry drunk and has no self control. He will get into an argument sometime into the night and it will be more than either of you can handle.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

Before the turn you both enjoyed bike rides and the occasional night out.

But now that the turn happened, you both like the time you spend together hunting and scouting. You both love providing for your camp. And you both still love riding.

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Sweet God yes he’s very jealous! He trusts Rick more than anyone in the group but he looses his mind when you walk into Rick’s house alone to babysit Judith alone to just let the ex-cop sleep. One time when you all first moved to Alexandria a guy outside the walls approached you, Daryl, and Aaron asking if you wanted to go with two real men for a night of “fun”, Daryl beat him into a bloody pulp for thinking about it.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

Yes. If the world had never changed. If the dead never walked. He would give you all the children in the world, even though the thought of being a dad scared him more than anything. But now. He worried about the life his children would live. He worried for their safety. He wanted them so much but to put them through hell just because of his selfishness… he didn’t know if it was right.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

Daryl loved waking up next to his partner each morning. He loved looking into his partner’s eyes and knowing that silent communication was all they needed. He loved the feel of their hand on his telling him it was ok. He loved knowing that without gaining to look you always had his back and he had yours. He loved feeling safe and secure for the first time in his life and he hoped with all he had he gave them the same feeling.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

At one point before the turn he actually bought a ring for his partner. He wanted to marry them and do the whole family thing. But once the turn happened that all got shoved onto the back burner. And while you and Daryl never really “got married” you both consider yourselves one step above boyfriend and girlfriend in this new life. Whatever that means to you both and no one opposed it.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Daryl refuses to tolerate a partner who intentionally hurts someone he loves. Betrayal is something he’d been through a lot in his life and he can’t imagine if his partner ever betrayed him.

Letting Daryl protect you is crucial. He can’t stand to loose you and if your constantly throwing yourself into harms way even when he advised you not to it will spark arguments

He must truly and fully trust his partner in their entirety. He wants full honesty from them. If they lie once he considers it a complete breach of trust and it will take a long time to heal that.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue - he sees his partner as the color blue. They are truthful, merciful, loving, tranquil. They remind him of the sky on a clear day. They are calming and serine and they always manage to make him smile even when he wants to scream. He thought of you in his darkest times and felt the most free from all his problems.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

If Daryl would have gotten the chance he would have gotten down on one knee in your favorite spot after a long bike ride feeling you pressed up against his back.

But now it was in the Prison that you two talking jokingly about marriage. What it must have been like to do such a thing and have children. Daryl pulls an old ring on a chain out from behind his shirt. It’s aged. A little tarnished. He tells you about his failed plan. Smiling he tells you that he kept the ring as a piece of you to hold close you his heart.

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

He is the ultimate King! Daryl goes out of his way to make sure that his partner is well taken care of and happy.

God forbid the day that the two of you are ever separated either by accident like at the Prison or by force. He will put his body through the ultimate test and hell in order to get back to you. Everything that stands in his way are simply obstacles to overcome. Day and night he will search until he finds you and if someone has you... god rest their soul.

He is always willing to share. Food, heat, shelter, water, medicine... whatever you need in order to survive.

Daryl can communicate with his partner with just a look. He loves them whole heartedly. He can just feel when something is wrong. It's like a sixth sense. No words are ever needed to be said. However he is always willing to listen if you need to talk.

Family is direly important to him. If you ever were to start one with him he would become all the more protective.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

He made you a necklace...

The day that a good friend of yours turned...you were heartbroken and distraught. You refused to leave your cot in the prison for a full day. You had seen it before. You had even seen other friends turn and it affected you but never like this. Daryl hated seeing you like this. So taking a walk and giving you space he started looking. Looking for things that reminded him of you... Of brighter days. It was then he realized... that was exactly what you needed.

And so he started to look for things to brighten you. To make you smile. Things that reminded you of your lost friend based entirely off of stories you told of them. He found a shiny stone deep in a river bed recounting the tale you told him of the day you and your friend went tadpole hunting when you were young, splashing each other with the mud. A blueish black feather laid perfectly on a rock and reminded him of the myths his mother used to say about the crows and ravens bringing peace to those who grieve. A discarded bear tooth reminded him of the first time you had introduced him to your friend, the three of you hunting into the evening only to find a hare and two squirls.

Tying his treasures onto a long piece of twine he fashioned a necklace and brought it home to you placing it around your neck and telling you it would all be alright.

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

Having met Daryl before the turn, you both had more than your fair share of kisses. But your first one... well Daryl claims it was an accident. A heat of the moment reaction of passion.

Merle had been hounding you all day. He had known you were dating Daryl but to him it was just a word until he saw the proof. You were outside with Daryl at the time. Watching him work on Merle's POS truck when Merle came home from work on his bike. The older Dixon immediately swooped in and tried to get fresh. Playing grab ass and trying to get you to go inside with him. Daryl flipped his shit. Throwing the tools to the ground Daryl flew into a rage, pushing Merle away from you and into the house. He was still pacing for 20 minutes before you were able to get him to look at you. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close, gripping your hair and kissing you deeply, muttering that you were his and his alone and if any man touched you like that again he'd cut their hand off. Needless to say he didn't get done with Merle's truck...

Now that the world is upside down Daryl tries to be more purposeful with his kisses, he wants them to mean something if they're the last they are ever to share as a couple. It was hard for his partner to understand at first... but he explained that he would hate it if he kissed his partner simply to end a fight no other meaning behind it and something happened. He wanted passion and romance behind his every action while they had the time.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

God... does Daryl want to travel with his partner. He often dreams of the days before the turn. Dreams of taking you to far away places. Safe places. But the world is no longer that place... and so he tries to stay realistic in his waking life. Safety means stability. If he can have a stable life with you then he can start a family... He simply wants a safe stable place to settle... but he knows that may not always be possible. And so he roams looking for the perfect place for you both to live out your days.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Daryl is incredibly reserved. He always has been. He doesn't like the attention that PDA brings. He would much rather recede to the privacy of the forest or a darkened room/hallway than to make his move in front of the others. If Daryl was ever to talk about his personal life it would be to Carol (for advice and advice only about his partner's wellbeing) or Rick (To ask for dating advice/ and maybe to brag)

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

While holidays no longer exist and have no meaning after the turn, he often thinks to the only holiday he ever got to spend with his partner, properly.

It was Christmas. A holiday he and Merle had long since forgotten. One they had abandoned long before either of them were out of primary school but still knowledgeable enough to decipher that Santa Claus was a classist jackass. You had insisted they each give it a shot. For you. No religion involved just free shit. Daryl was hesitant. He didn't want to be disappointed again. Merle however was defensive. He wanted nothing to do with the holiday and often ridiculed the entire idea of it in it's entirety. But... the two relented after hearing that you would be cooking for them all weekend long. Merle complained and bitched the entire time you decked the halls of their trailer. "This sparkle shit better come out of my God damned carpets! I don't need ta find it in June!" You couldn't find a tree at a price any of you could afford but Daryl cut the biggest limb off a nearby pine and hoped it would be good enough. You were able to make stocking for each of the boys and on christmas eve you stuffed them with gifts and laid their presents under the makeshift tree. In the morning... they both stared at you nervous and akward. Like they both wanted to move and tear into shit but were scared they'd get in trouble. So you sat them down and handed them gifts. It wasn't much. You were working with a waiter's salary... but it was more meaningful to either of them than you ever knew. When Merle growled, embarrassed he didn't get you anything you simply said that spending the day with them meant more to you than any gift and you thought... for a second, that you watched both men's hearts grow three sizes that night.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

Daryl will pull shit up from the past and use it against his partner to start a fight. He does this the most when he's feeling shitty about himself or a situation he's in and can't fix. He wants his partner to be just as upset and angry at him as he is with himself.

He has a really... really bad drinking problem. He is a mean drunk. If he wants he will find alcohol and drink in front of his partner knowing they hate it when he acts vindictive and hateful.

He gives the best silent treatment in the entire apocalypse. He could exist completely silent for literal weeks. (please do not mistake his need for space with the silent treatment. He gets over stimulated a lot and needs space)

Straight up disappears for days without ever telling his partner where he's going or when he'll be back. This gets worse after the Sanctuary.

Calls them pet names they despise (this is normally in retaliation to pet names they give him)

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Daryl misses his partner so much when he's out on a run that lasts longer than a day. He worries about them constantly. If he can't bring them then he tries to bring a part of them, something to remind him of them. A trinket he can worry until he can get home. But if he can't or it's an emergency and he didn't have time. He always has a matching tattoo on his arm that you both got on your one year to remind him to come home to you...

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

If you find clothes that fit him out on runs he'll look at them and choose to wear them or not. Sometimes you bring home baby clothes to pick on him when he's being a big baby bitch. Other times you bring him clothes you know he's never going to wear just to fuck with him. He never says it out loud but he thinks this is funny.

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎Winnie the Pooh♡︎

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Dad!Tom x Mom!reader

Summary: You were a stubborn women just about everyone in your life knew that but Tom will put his foot down no matter what when it comes to your health —flufftober;day 10—

Word count: 800+

Warning(s): Sleep deprivation, going into detail of breastfeeding, stress, bad habits, and concerned Tom

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— I was literally half dead sleep when I wrote this so waking up and correcting typos

Tom had rolled over in bed going to throw an arm over you when his fell into the mattress of the result of your side of the bed being empty this had your Husband peeling his eyes open reading the red number on your bedside clock

3:52 am

It was witches hour and while Tom thought as rationally as he could sense he was still half asleep Sitting up in his place he reached for his glasses and began to look around the room your bathroom light wasn’t on so that idea left as soon as it came

Pushing his tussled curls out of his face Tom rose from his bed taking not a short second to stretch before he made it way out the door of your room and into your hallway going to the place he’d thought he find you first the nursery but when he opened the door to not see you nor the baby he couldn’t help but furrow his brows

The rocking chair you favorited was left untouched and the honey pot nightlight you used to see was left off after standing in the middle of the nursery for a short while the Winnie and the Pooh stickers stared back at him before moving on to the next room

Tom had checked all of upstairs including guest bedrooms before he started his trail down the stairs of your home before turning the corner tho where the kitchen was you could see a dimly lit light seeping into the hallway

Without another waisted second Tom had quickly walked Into your office you were sitting at your desk a baby wrap securing Y/b/n to your chest while they fed from you and if you listened close enough you could hear the soft suckling noises

You on the other hand had rested your head against your palm with a set of index cards, at least three different notebooks, and a textbook In front of you your eyes were bloodshot and glossy and the bags under your eyes grew and by the looks of it you didn’t even know that Tom had entere

“Hey mama, what are you doing it’s late” Your husband had made his his way in front of your desk before walking to the side of you now squatting in his position looking up at your face never taking his eyes off you

“Oh, well they were crying and I uhh just decided to get some studying in” Tom tilted his head at that pressing his lips into a straight line it was one of the hardest weeks you were all having in your household to the point where you would start to tie it with the week of your delivery date

You had been working your ass off. You were on the road of graduating college at 22, Continually promoting the movie that you’d starred in with interviews and pr, and overall handling being a mom.

You both had talked about this and Tom couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated that you had so many things on your plate and you wouldn’t let him take something off your shoulders

It wasn’t like you had openly said no, that’s not what you said at all but You and Tom had repeated discussions about You letting him take the baby more often and even brought up the idea to start breast pumping

But yet here you were again up with your baby at the crack of dawn.

“Baby you.. you can’t keep doing this to yourself” Tom had sat his warm hand on your thigh rubbing his thumb back and forth and it almost could’ve put you to sleep hell anything could’ve put you to sleep in that moment

“I just, wanna be a good Mom but i-it’s so hard trying to juggle everything by myself ” Your voice began to crack and Tom could cry at how you began to break down

“Hey,hey, hey.. You are a wonderful Mom Y/n you’re the worlds greatest one but honey I have to put my foot down I can’t keep letting you go on like this” You we’re both hand in hand and the pad of your thumb ran over the cold gold of Toms wedding band before You nodded

“You’re going to get six to seven hours of sleep minimum, You are going to eat three meals a day, You do not walk into that nursery past twelve, and you will not be in this office past ten understand?” While your husband listed your new rules you couldn’t help but softly smile to yourself because you knew how much he cared and that you were a team, you always had been.

“Come on we’re gonna get you both to bed” Tom had smiled back at You before standing to his full height and holding out his hand for you to take as you both left your office hiking up the stairs

That early morning night you didn’t lift your head from your pillow once and you didn’t wake up to at least eleven In the morning all your alarms and notifications silenced with pancakes in bed

You couldn’t ask for a better partner

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x yn #dad!tom #mom!reader #fem!reader #fluff #flufftober #kinktober #romance #october #fall 2022 #i love you #thewriterg

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snapghoul · 6 months

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Songs I think Johnny Cage actually listens too.

✰ Note: I love “International Love” being his unofficial theme song, it’s funny. This is just a collection of songs I think represent him and songs he has on his playlists. Some have headcanons for funzies.

✰ Head cannon: Johnny gets his music taste from his mother, It was one of the only ways to bond with him because of her job. Favorite memories are him singing with her in the car. Has old cassettes his mom made for him, refuses to get rid of them.

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Head Over Heels & Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Voulez-Vous, Money, Money, Money, Super Trooper & Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

✰ His mother played Slipping Through My Fingers on their way home from his high school graduation, and they both ugly cried.

Blue Monday - New Order

Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart

Bohemian Rapsody, Another One Bites The Dust, We Will Rock You, Killer Queen, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Paint It Black & Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones

Girls On Film, Hungry Like The Wolf, Rio & The Wild Boys - Duran Duran

Sabotage, Fight For Your Right, Intergalactic, No Sleep Til Brooklyn - Beastie Boys

✰ Listens to BB while he is training. Something about them make him want to beat the shit outta his punching bag.

Enjoy The Silence & Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

Devil Went Down To Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band

Sunburn - Fuel

Love Shack - The B-52’s

✰ His mother's favorite song. Listens to it when he’s feeling nostalgic.

Black Betty - Ram Jam

Enter Sandman, For Whom The Bell Tolls, One, Master Of Puppets & Lux Æterna - Metallica

✰ Johnny is a sleeper Metalhead; one would never know he is until someone walks in on him listening to it. He had his wrist broken in a pit. Will white girl dance to metal and rock music.

Lonely Day, Chop Souy!, Sugar & Violent Pornography - System Of A Down

Welcome To The Jungle, Sweet Child O’ Mine & Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

The Chain, Go Your Own Way & Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Super Massive Black Hole, Knights of Cydonia & Starlight - Muse

Punk Tactics - Joey Valence & Brae

✰ “I am the King and You’re just a pawn. Who’s got the high ground now, Obi-wan?”

#johnny cage #mk1 #mortal kombat #mk johnny cage #mk1 johnny cage #this is my opinion #I think he’s more of classics guy #he probably does listen to new stuff but complains it’s not as good

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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LOVE SHACK- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Peter Parker x Best Friend! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: you and your best friend peter “the freak” parker find yourselves at the town’s secret hangout, “the love shack”. The two of you have been friends withbenefitss for quite some time now, and what better place to do it at the literal “love shack”?

Warnings: dry wet humping, pet names, praise kink mixed with degradion kink, daddy kink, swearing, weed/ drugs and booze mentioned, swearing, breeding kink, teasing, possiveness if u squint, mocking peter, best friends being horny lil goof balls

Notes: “huggin and a kissin, dancin and a lovin, wearing next to nothin always hot as an oven!” - the love shack, the B-52′s

The Love Shack, is what they called it.

You didn’t quite know why, as the dingy old trailers seemed anything but lovable, their frames near rusting- steps creaking anytime someone clambered up them. It was a little place, past the outskirts of the main town, the endless amounts of forest protecting its little village of shacks and trailers around the massive fire pit everyone sat around under the stars.

The bush and moss tickled your skin now, as you ran your fingers across the soft bark of the evergreen, the smell of pine and cigarette smoke clouding your senses.

It took a few hours to realize, but suddenly, you finally understood.

You could feel the love, feel the soft energy that lingered in the air blurring with the campfire smoke. The sounds of laughter and beer bottles clanking together brought a warmth to your heart, soothing you as the breeze filtered through the air, ruffling the leaves above you.

A smile lingered on your face as you leaned against the bark of the tree, watching all your friends talk and laugh around the fire they had started a few hours prior. It’s bright light sent shadows flickering across their faces, daunting the lust some of them had in their eyes, the drugs and booze making their judgment fuzzy.

It was all love here, at this little camp the kids had made over the years, (decently) cleaning up the trailers and the main cabin, little fairy lights now strung across the surfaces of the wood and peeling paint on the metal.

Or maybe it was all booze, and you were very, very drunk right now. Either way, it didnt matter, you thought, watching as Natasha and Wanda danced together to the trickle of music leaving the speaker- their hips swaying side to side before they fell over in a heap of giggles.

It made you so happy to see everyone else so calm, so at peace in this makeshift heaven. You were glad the girls had dragged you here, nearly tripping over their own feet with the twigs blocking the winding dirt road on the way up.

Do you guys have any idea where we are? You had asked, concern laced in your voice as you looked at them, eyebrow raised in alarm. “Shhh yes, yes! See- there's the sign!” Wanda had whispered, the delicate sound getting swallowed by the coo of the owls as she pointed to the sign up ahead.

Sure enough, it had led you right to it, all in one piece.

You continued to survey the little group, watching as people kicked their feet up, propping a smoke or two between their lips.

But the man you were looking for wasn't in the picture you had painted.

He was missing, his disheveled, long brown hair no longer in the sea of heads in the crowd. Until it was.

“Boo!” he whispered, large, firm hands suddenly a weight on your hips- making you shriek out in alarm.

“Jesus fuck Peter don't- don't do that!” you complained, swatting his arm gently as his laughter echoed through the forest, in timing with the quickening beating of your heart from the scare.

Your best friend with benefits tended to spook you whenever you'd find yourself distanced from the crowd of people, and you hated him for it. He knew this, the bastard, always using it to his advantage.

“You love when I do that. Love when I put my hands on you.” he teased, making you giggle- your fear long gone as his fingers walked up your arm, pinching your cheek.

“When you arent scaring me half to death I do. I mean cmon Peter, in the forest?! Really?!” That only seemed to edge him on further, a snort escaping his body as he stifled his laughter. “I know! It was fuckin brilliant of me, I must admit.”

“You asshat.” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you inched closer to the man who towered over you, now leaning against the very tree you were blocking your view of the party in front of you.

He wanted something from you.

You could tell. You always could, when it came to him.

“Yea, well this asshat brought you something.” he grinned, fishing in his back pocket for the mystery gift he was about to present to you. You couldn't help but smile even bigger as his long, slender fingers pulled out a little plastic baggy- freshly rolled blunts inside.

Eyebrows raised, you met his pouted lips, puppy dog eyes seeming to glow like the stars in the sky as he looked down at you. “You want trouble.”

“I always want trouble, sugarplum.” he laughed, knowing he had won you over.

It was true.

Peter Parker always wanted trouble, the glow of the flames illuminating him like a fallen angel confirming that. As if the universe knew, as if the flames that licked up in the air were tattooed and branded on his skin, a fire constantly burning up inside him.

He liked danger, and he liked pulling you into it with him.

“Sneak away with me. Just for a bit.” he whispered, voice low and husky. You shuddered at his tone, leaning to peer over his beefy shoulder to look at your friends, still chatting and minging away- the night still young.

“I shouldn't leave them.” you sighed, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, the soft wind blowing it against your thighs. He tilted his head, a look of pity upon his features as his hand came up to capture your jaw, thumb tugging on your lower lip.

You felt dizzy, his touch electric and warm as he caressed you.

“But daddy wants to play sweetheart. Don't you wanna make daddy happy?”

Peter could see the spark in your eyes at the familiar name, the one that had you falling to your knees in a matter of seconds when he made you call him it.

The internal battle was churning inside of you, but he could tell he had already won. He had removed your queen from the chest board you were fighting within your mind, logical thoughts slipping away like sand as he stroked your lip, giving it a tug.

This is too easy, he thought, watching as you melted like putty into his hands.

So soft. So moldable. Just wanting to please, to make him happy.

“Wanna make you happy but-”

“No buts, sweetheart. We’ll have so much fun together, you n’ I.” he smiled, picking you up before you could protest, running towards the darkened woods as he carried you bridal style in his arms.

“Peter where are we going?!” you shrieked, hands turning to balled fists as you clung to his jacket, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent.

“I know a place!” he called, to you or the trees, you couldn't tell. He was as wild and free as the wolves as he ran with you bound in his arms, your giggles and his feet snapping on twigs and branches the only sound that lingered, the party now long gone behind you.

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“Hey!” you protested as Peter snatched the half-smoken blunt he had lit for you between his fingers, smoke uncurling from your lips as he put it out.

“The fuck was that for?!” you barked out, watching as he observed it with his fingers, as if it were a prized possession. “You're high enough sugarplum.” he rolled his eyes at your complaints, and you knew it was true.

His stuff was strong, and you tended to be a lightweight compared to him. You could feel the high kicking into third gear as you took in your surroundings, movements sluggish as you stumbled against the bolder Peter was leaning against.

The man wasn't lying when he said he knew a spot- the so-called spot was beautiful. A little creek trickled by, the sounds of splashing water against the pebbles calming your frazzled nerves as you watched the tree branches sway against each other in the sky, the stars a contrast to the dark leaves.

“What are ya doin with that?” you slurred, noting how he placed the blunt back in his baggie with a smile.

“Keepin my girls blunt of course. My new good luck charm. Is that a new colour?” he smiled, hinting at the red lipstick smeared across the end of the blunt, where your lips had been.

“Ruby Red.” you laughed, a heat blooming in your core at his words.

My girl. It affected you more than you wanted to admit.

“Well I can't wait to mess it up soon.” he sang in a teasing manner, blowing a puff of smoke in your face as he neared. “You are such a tease.” He was close enough you could feel the warmth of his skin, his intoxicating aura as his hand slid up your skirt, caressing your thigh with such gentleness you feared you melt into a puddle right there and then.

“Says the one wearing this little skirt. Did you wear it for me sweetheart?” he drawled, tossing the finished blunt as he pushed you back into the bolder, the rock digging into your skin deliciously.

Yes. Yes I always wear things for you Peter. With the chances you’ll give me attention like you are tonight, even if it's for you- not for me. I always pray for these moments between us, when you're touching me like you love me, even though we cant love eachother like that.

You shook your head anyways, not wanting to play into his game. Yet- at least.

“I wore it for Mr. Evans. I knew he’d be outside the corner store with a smoke- always is. Waiting for me to bend over to check my tires…” you giggled, knowing you’d get him rilled up.

Peter snarled, hands snaking up to tangle in your hair as he kissed you with such possession you thought his name was branded permanently on your skin.

It was wanting, needy and it was yours. Simply something the two of you shared, some primal need and possession no one else could match.

Mine. Only mine. His lips seemed to say- although no words were uttered. Just teeth and tongue, a moan leaving your lips as they clashed, an iron sword to the forge as he burned you with his flame.

“Cheeky lil thing tonight aren't cha?” he murmured, watching as you giggled, hand coming up to touch the smeared lipstick that he had ruined.

“I’ve always been cheeky Peter. You just can tame me better than most.” you giggled, slipping from his now loosened grasp, though his hands seemed to stain your skin with a makeshift collar, his hands pulling you towards the stream acting as a leash.

The weed was making you more confident than normal tonight, not that you were really complaining. You simply couldn't complain about anything right now, the way his skin felt against yours sending bolts of lighting up your veins, shooting straight to your heart as it beat faster. “Minx.”

“Asshat.” You shoved him lightly, making him grab his heart in mock sadness, a Shakespearen performance as he laid out in the grass, letting the strands tickle his fingers.

“I want to have my fun now.” he stated, his red-tinted puppy dog eyes peering up at you with a sense of softness that made your heart melt.

Like he hadn't been claiming you, nearly making blood ooze from your swollen lips a minute prior. He was funny in that sense. Always switching by the minute, changing from a hungry hunk to the soft, needy boy you were familiar with throughout your years of high school together.

You liked him for it.

“There are plenty of pebbles to skip here, which is like the funnest thing ever.”

“Umm.. first off, no. Secondly- funnest is not a real word.” he huffed. “Says who?!” you demanded, kicking his leg in a teasing manner, doing your favorite thing in the world with him- bickering like middle schoolers.

“Says me. Says the Oxford Dictionary.”

“They can always add the word, per my request. And why can't I have my fun, for once?” you sighed lovingly, making your way over to straddle his lap, Peter's head craning up to take you in as you rested upon him, a queen sitting on her throne.

“Because you have to be a good girl to have your fun.” he growled, breath hitching in his throat as your slightly chilled hands slid up his t-shirt, tracing each ridge and edge of his abs, fingers absentmindedly following the swirls and patterns of ink that coated his body, their markings a memory you were all too familiar with.

“I’m always a good girl.” you pouted, a ghost of a smile appearing on your face as you felt a hardness poking up at you through the confinement of his jeans, your hands now tracing the soft trace of his hairs that trailed down to the thing you wanted the most.

The icing on the cake.

“Whose good girl?” he smiled, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at you better, could watch as you squirmed against his hardness.

“Yours daddy. I’m daddy’s good girl.” you whispered, placing your hands against the fabric of his shirt, now crumbled between your fingers as your hips began to move slightly on their own accords.

It was exquisite, the way the denim of his jeans felt against your aching, throbbing clit, the fabric of your panties now very much soaked. The drugs made you feel everything ten times as much, the shockwaves shooting up your body exhilarating as you slid against him, your juices coating his pants.

In any other circumstance, it would be embarrassing at how desperate you were. But right now, when it was just the two of you in your own little paradise among the stars- it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the feeling of his hips slightly thrusting up to meet your grinds, the little groans he made at the whimpers you protruded.

“Look at you.” he whispered, almost as if he could believe his eyes. You were beautiful, an angel as you got off on him without a care in the world. He loved it.

“My needy little girl, just desperate for daddy's attention yea? Couldn't wait any longer so you had to make a mess of me?” he moaned, head lolling back as your hand came up to rub at your clit, fingers smearing your arousal on him as you cupped him through his jeans.

A moan was your only response, earning a cluck of his tongue. “Where are your manners, sugarplum?”

“Mm yes daddy just need your attention always. S’senstive right now..” you shuddered, your aching hole clenching around air as your head fell forward, hair covering your face like a curtain as you engrossed in the pleasure.

“Silly baby. There's no thoughts left in that tiny lil brain of yours is there? J-just my ohfuck- my cock?” he mocked, the pity in his voice fueling your high even more than you thought was humanly possible.

You were about to ramble, but you didn’t care. He needed to hear this, whether he liked it or not.

“Know we agreed to be careful n stuff but daddy I just need your cum inside me please. Need to feel it leaking out of me, even if it's my ass I just need daddy's cum to fill me-”

“Fuck, fuckfuckme sweetheart you can't- you can't say shit like that and expect me not to nearly fucking cum.”

Oh he liked it alright.

“But it’s true daddy.” you pouted, hands curling into fists as slowly dragged your core against him, the brush of his cool, metal belt buckle against your clit making you whine and gasp.

“Yea? Gonna be a perfect little hole for me sugarplum? Let me use you n stuff you full?”

“Always.” you moaned, your head lolling back as you felt the electric shockwaves of your orgasm approaching, the build-up in your chest threatening to burst like a bubble.

“Gonna make me cum in my pants like a fuckin virgin sugarplum, look so fuckin hot for daddy. I know that pretty little pussy’s sensitive but we gotta give her what she needs yea?”

Oh god. Oh god oh god. Those words could have stayed in your head, or they could have packed their bags and slipped out from your parted lips without a care in the world. You weren't sure. You weren't sure about anything, but the sizzling in your core, the hot, breathless feeling only Peter could give you.

His words set you on fire, made you burn up and come alive with each syllable that slipped from his pretty pink lips. You craved him like a drug. Like the weed he had gifted you, had propped between your lips with a smile.

His smile was the real drug, the real reason you always felt on cloud nine. But you’d never tell him that. All you could do was moan as he kept talking, knowing your orgasm was close.

“You think my pussy is pretty?” Was all you could whine as he chuckled, a smile still blooming across his face.

“I think she's the prettiest cumdump in the entire world, sweetheart. But I think she’d be even prettier with my cum drippin out of her, don't cha think?”

Yes. Gods yes.

“Go on, make a mess on my jeans like the little dumb baby you are and I can stuff her full, just like you wanted sugarplum.”

Your cry of his name echoed amongst the maze of tree branches as you shattered above him, your panties drenched as you rode through the shocks of your orgasm. The world seemed to be underwater in the little creek in front of you, a faint ringing in your ears as Peter's hands slid up to guide your trembling limbs, grounding you to him.

“S’messy for me.” he cooed in approval, his heart pounding a million miles a minute as he watched you gasp for air, your skin warm to the touch as you placed crescent-shaped moons into his arms.

You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And you were his. His, to do what he wanted with you.

The thought was enough to make him groan, the need to be inside you filling him to the brim. “Please-” was all you could whisper, voice hoarse as you chanted it like a mantra.

Please. Please please please.

Peter knew what you were begging for. Knew what you wanted, what you needed even better then you did yourself. He’d tease you. He’d make you beg, make you whine and make you use your “big girl words” as he liked to call them.

But the overwhelming need to have him leaking out of you, to have him marking and claiming you was far too strong for his dominance now. He was much too far gone. And the fact that you had asked- so pretty.

“I’ll give you what you want, what you need baby.” he hushed, voice low and soothing as you tugged at his jeans, begging for him as if you were on your knees, pleading.

“I’ll give you what you want, because I want it too.”

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