be my lover be my slave

jehnt a réagi à votre billet “for reference: other options for Bahorel in The Worst Les Mis…”

Now I think the actual worst les mis playlist would be les mis characters as songs from les mis they didn’t sing in

h-holy crap … you’re right

Valjean - I Dreamed a Dream (I had a dream my life would be / so different from this hell I’m living / so different now from what it seemed / now life has killed the dream I dreamed)

Javert - A Heart Full of Love (in my life / [he] has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun / and my life seems to stop as if something is over / and something has scarcely begun / in my life / there’s been no one like him anywhere)

Fantine - Valjean’s Soliloquy (if there’s another way to go / I missed it twenty long years ago / my life was a war that could never be won / I am reaching, but I fall / and the night is closing in)

Cosette - Red and Black (it is time for us all to decide who we are / do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? / have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay? / is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play? / the colours of the world are changing day by day)

Marius (about his father)  - On My Own (sometimes I walk alone at night / when everybody else is sleeping / I think of him and then I’m happy / with the company I’m keeping / the city goes to bed / and I can live inside my head)

Enjolras - Stars (those who follow the path of the righteous / shall have their reward /  stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted / filling the darkness with order and light / you are the sentinels, silent and sure / keeping watch in the night)

Grantaire - At the End of the Day (at the end of the day you’re another day older / and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor / it’s a struggle, it’s a war / and there’s nothing that anyone’s giving / one more day standing about, what is it for? / one day less to be living)

Les Thenardier - The Confrontation (you know nothing of [Thenardier] / I was born inside a jail / I was born with scum like you / I am from the gutter too)

Eponine - Castle on a Cloud (there is a castle on a cloud / I like to go there in my sleep, / aren’t any floors for me to sweep / not in my castle on a cloud)

Mlle. Gillenormand (about M. Gillenormand) - Master of the House (Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit! / comforter, philosopher’ and lifelong shit! / cunning little brain, regular Voltaire / thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there / what a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse / God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!)

Gavroche - Epilogue (for the wretched of the earth / there is a flame that never dies / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise)


BONUS:

Bahorel - Look Down (I know the meaning of those 19 years / a slave of the law)

anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

Originally posted by samann98

Originally posted by elliotaldersin


Originally posted by slytherinvoid

they told me I was ugly. and i believed them. too tall. too skinny. not brave enough or bold. childless. unmarried. too wild. too free. too broken. a slave to nicotine and selfish lovers. a tree without branches. a penny in the street, ran over 1000 times. i believed them.
so i put lace in my throat. feathers in my breasts. velvet in my eyes. water in my hands. honey on my linens, to drown lovers in. watercolor on my tongue.
they told me, now you have created a fire. and when i said I didn’t care.
they now believed me.
—  Shatara Liora via ‘violet’s gun’
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I am not a dancer, or an artist, or a hero. I am no longer a daughter or a lover… victim or student or slave. I am, and will always be… someone’s assassin.

Sitting here listening to files… Obedient horny slut the slave exists to fuck. Asking my self what? Could I write this down to chart my journey… Then I’m like oh yea 💡 there’s #Tumblr silly girly. Depravity and perfection is my new direction they say on repeat. Repetitive brain washing sweet yet discreet never unique Beta Doll activated ready to sink deep. Swirls in my eyes a walking trance. Lover of Lust in a glance.
I’m crazy to the ones who point and stare my swirled eyes can not see you there I’m crazy to the ones who love to gawk my swirled eyes just don’t give a fuck. To serious to furious breath in deep exhale pink. To serious to furious breath in deep and exhale pink. If you think I’m sleep…. That’s fine you can tuck me in my mind is swirling on a spin but fully hasn’t given in..

I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons is a Snowbaz song reblog if you agree

“so many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me // well i’m just a slave unto the night” - simon waiting up to see when baz would come back at night is canon; plus baz is a vampire, what other slaves of the night do you know?

“i gave you hell through all the years” “please forgive me for all i’ve done” - do i even need to explain

“…and never in my wildest dreams // would i come running home to you” - enemies to lovers!!! they never thought they’d be together

there’s definitely more and you’re welcome to add on

Qualities of the Master

Photography: Gpup Alpha

I was never going to submit to just anyone.

Aside from being asked for tips on gaining muscle & fitness - a subject I’m getting to, promise - the second most common subject in my inbox is from subs looking to find a master worthy of their submission, or masters looking for that perfect muscle slave. Where do I find one? How do I attract the person into my life that is right for me?

In my own experience, in the two times I have submitted to someone it came as a surprise - to us both. My masters were never looking to add another slave to their household, and neither time did I approach these men seeking to form a connection that would earn me their collar. It just definitively happened, like magnetism. A bond and an inevitability.

And there are definitely qualities my Master, @pupboss, possesses that are important to me as a slave, that made this inevitability possible - and drive me deeper into submission to him every day.

Keep reading

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I was tagged by @spookyjimrippedmas, @vulcanvampire, @spookyjim-joshua, @takeeittsloww and a few more other people to post my lock screen, home screen, last selfie I took and the last song I listened to! Thank you guys! ♥️

I tag (this is totally optional if you want to do it or not!! ) @joshdunverified @sleepyjoshua @societ-slave @21dashes @werebr0kenppl @isle-of-the-glowing-eyes @ray–of–dunshine @joshua-dunflower @clearlytyler @bonfires-lovers 💕

korean phrases 1 - lovers

(。♥‿♥。)  사랑해    - saranghae - I love you

(◑ω◐)♥  따랑해   - ddaranghae - I love you (cute kids talk)

(♥◡♥)  알라뷰         - allabyu      - I love you (konglish kk)

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ  오빠~       - Oppa      - term used for older guys

(´ヘ`;;) 보고파       - bogopa    - I miss you (cuter than 보고싶어 - bogo shipeo)

(-’_’-) 보고싶었어   - bogo shipeo sseo - I missed you

(╯3╰) 뽀뽀 해줘   - bbobbo haejwo - give me a kiss~

(✧ ▰˘◡˘▰) 우리 왕자님 - uri wangjanim - My prince (lit. our)

(✿ ▰˘◡˘▰)우리 공주님 - uri gongjunim - My princess (lit. our)

(+‿+) 난 너의 노예 - nan neoui noye - I’m your slave

(¬‿¬) 넌 나의 노예 - neon naui noye - You’re my slave

 

anonymous asked:

hi, was wondering if you had more fic recommendations pertaining to bottom!jongin (preferably sekai) which weren't in previous rec lists? thank you so much!

Most of these were recced before but not tagged as bottom Kai. Enjoy!

How Long Is Your Ride (Kyungsoo/Kai)
In theory (Kai/Sehun, college!au)
You Like it Wet (and so do I) (Kai/Sehun)
Two of a Kind (Kai/Sehun, kitty!au)
Love is not a choice (Luhan/Kai/Sehun)
catch snitches, get stitches (fall in love) (Chanyeol/Kai, hp!au)
Crisp Autumn Air, Cloves, and Honey (Chanyeol/Kai, a/b/o)
(it’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you) everything i do (Chanyeol/Kai, friends to lovers)
I Burn For You (Chanyeol/Kai, a/b/o)
The Trouble Next Door (Chanyeol/Kai)
Cursed (Chanyeol/Kai)
Slave (Luhan/Kai, canon verse)
You’re special (to me) (Luhan/Kai, wolf!au)
Almost In Love (Kris/Kai, college!au)
Whenever the Sun Goes Down (Kris/Kai, vampire!au)
in my own little corner (in my own little chair) (Baekhyun/Kai, hp!au, dub-con)
Down to the Wire (Suho/Kai, dubcon)
Sharing is Caring (Suho/Kai, Kris/Kai)

-niki

anonymous asked:

People are suggesting Dan gives himself for Arin, but may I flip this coin and say what if Arin tells Ross that he'll take Dan's place. Like, he says "I'm not as lovely or beautiful, but I'll pledge my heart to you. I'll pledge my submission. I'll never resist you, I'll never fight. I'm all yours, to do whatever you want with. A lover, a slave, anything as long as you let him return back to his life"

Oh my god, ITS LIKE STABBING ME IN THE HEART 2X. That’s really fascinating actually, it would really show Arin’s love.

“Queen of Shadows” Sentence Starters

Because it’s my favorite book, and because Aelin is one of the best characters I’ve ever had the pleasure to read about. All credit goes to the Queen of the Universe, Sarah J. Maas.


  • “You get one sentence. One Sentence to convince me not to spill your throat on the ground.”
  • “I don’t make threats. Only promises.”
  • “Unfortunately, Your highness, we have another party to get to.”
  • “You soft-hearted worm.”
  • “A crippled leg and a few chains, and you’re in love?”
  • “See you in the sewers bright and early.”
  • “So condescending for a mere grunt.”
  • “Bloodlust got the better of me, it seems.”
  • “You wound me with such accusations.”
  • “I hope he’s paying you enough.”
  • “No one else in this place is chained up like a slave. What makes you so dangerous, ______?”
  • “I’m crying, because you smell so rutting bad my eyes are watering.”
  • “Do I look like I’m laughing?”
  • “Clothes are weapons, too.”
  • “Missing me was a foolish distraction.”
  • “That was one incident, and if you ask me, your absolutely wonderful former lover deserved it.”
  • “You forgot the bottom part.”
  • “There is no bottom part.”
  • “Is that punishment for last night?”
  • “I’m ashamed of what I said to you.”
  • “And you have no qualms about them killing her/him?”
  • “I will not be led into this with a blindfold over my eyes.”
  • “You can’t be serious. What— you squashed him to death like a pressed grape?”
  • “I ripped the leg off the table and impaled him with it.”
  • “I’ll give you points for resourcefulness, at least.”
  • “You say the word, and it’s done.”
  • “You know, he won’t bite.”
  • “I’d start avoiding the sewers. It’s your death warrant if you don’t.”
  • “I didn’t deserve her/him.”
  • “I wanted to go for a drink to celebrate—not… brood.”
  • “Immortality seems like a long, long time to go without your favorite body part.”
  • “Big risk to take, isn’t it?”
  • “I’m a little surprised you fell for it. You must think I’m truly stupid.”
  • “Such a big mouth for someone who needs to mind his surroundings.”
  • “You are insufferable.”
  • “It was such an easy trap I’m actually disappointed s/he fell for it.”
  • “I would fight with tooth and claw to get to her/him.”
  • “Do you believe monsters are born, or made?”
  • “Don’t get in my way.”
  • “Don’t touch me like that.”
  • “Did I ask for your gods-damned opinion, ____?”
  • “You were told only as a courtesy.”
  • “I don’t make bargains with piece-of-shit, second-rate assassins.”
  • “Pity. I might have been willing to listen to some paltry excuses.”
  • “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you gutted and hanging from the chandeliers by your insides, but I think it would ruin these very beautiful carpets.”
  • “Opium addicts are piss-poor employees.”
  • “I would never allow anyone else at my throat.”
  • “I don’t care how many rules we break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again.”
  • “I want to take my time with you—to learn… every inch of you.”
  • “This apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience.”
  • “You look like shit.”
  • “Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?”
  • “I know the odds.”
  • “Everyone’s a bit jumpy this morning, it seems.”
  • “You’ve just made the mistake of your life.”
  • “Don’t listen to his lies.”
  • “Unless you want to die, get the rutting hell out of the way.”
  • “That’s the thanks I get?”
  • “It was a group effort.”
  • “I’m pissy for about twenty different reasons, most of them having to do with you making some of the most reckless decisions I’ve ever seen.”
  • “Please don’t ever do that again.”
  • “Tell me there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
  • “Sit your ass down.”
  • “You two make so much noise, it’s ridiculous.”
  • “Welcome home.”

Wade was sitting on the sofa, watching Bridget Jones when Peter came in through the window. Peter himself made no noise at all, but the window screeched a little as he opened it. The first few times that sound had always alarmed Wade, but by now he was used to it and knew it was only his boyfriend entering his flat.

Only a few seconds later, a black figure appeared in his field of vision and gracefully sank onto the sofa right next to him. Wade smiled as Peter snuggled up against his side and placed his massive arm over his lover’s shoulders.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted him softly. “Didn’t expect you already.”

“I hurried,” Peter purred and rubbed his face against Wade’s shoulder like a cat. “I wanted to be with you.”

Wade’s smile widened and he pulled Peter closer against himself. He felt a smooth substance wrapping around his arm to keep it in place and had to grin at the coincidence of himself wearing his ‘I <3 Tentacles’ shirt right now.

“How many was it tonight?” he asked while he caressed Peter’s arm.

“Four,” he young man replied.

Wade breathed out a chuckle. “Holy shit, Baby Boy. You’re going to outdo my kill count if you keep going like that.”

Peter shrugged. “They’re bad, so I kill them,” he stated, the self-righteous conviction cold in his voice.

Wade hummed lowly and nodded. “I know,” he replied. And he did. He knew why Peter killed the bad guys instead of just hunting them down. And he knew why Peter wouldn’t let go of the darkness that had settled in his mind and soul. By now it was a choice, not just a circumstance.

The merc bent down and nuzzled his nose in Peter’s wild mob of hair. “You’re a great superhero,” he muttered. “I’m proud of you.”

Peter grunted comfortably and wrapped his arms around Deadpool’s waist. Wade smiled again and leaned his head against Peter’s that was resting on Wade’s shoulder. The smell of his shampoo settled in Wade’s nose and left a feeling of adoration and belonging.

“What are we watching?” Peter asked. “Is that Bridget Jones?”

“Yeah,” Wade sighed. “I lost my virginity to that movie. It opened my eyes to the gorgeousness that are hot, well-mannered, British men in suits.”

“Mmh, you should watch Kingsmen then,” Peter advised. “Because in that movie, a hot, well-mannered British man in a suit slaughters a whole church full of racist, homophobic fanatics.”

“Ooooo, I heard about that,” Wade nodded. “It’s on my watchlist. You know what else is on my watchlist?”

“My ass?” Peter guessed.

Wade laughed and squeezed him. “You know me too well, Petey pie,” he chuckled.

“You’re easy to read,” Spider-Man claimed.

Wade hummed and softly grabbed Peters’ chin to guide his head back to be able to kiss him. His lips tasted cool and sweet and were so smooth against his own.

Peter kept his head laid back after the kiss and looked up at his boyfriend. His eyes were brown, which meant he was completely himself right now. Sometimes, when the darkness in him took over too much, they turned black and cold. The worst version of him Wade had seen yet had been when even the white of Peter’s eyes had turned dark and his teeth had grown sharp, his fingers ending in pointy claws. When Peter looked like that, even Wade was afraid of him. But usually, whenever the merc was around, Peter was calm and easy. And if not, Wade always managed to soothe him somehow.

The doorbell interrupted their intimacy.

“That’s the pizza!” Wade exclaimed. “I ordered it for me but we can share. I’ll just tell the guy to bring in another one.”

“I hope you put nothing gross on there,” Peter commented and sat up so Wade could go answer the door.

“I never do!” Wade claimed as he got some money and pulled his mask over his head. He gave the pizza boy a big tip to make sure he would come back with another pizza as fast as possible and then went to the kitchen to get Peter and himself something to drink.

“Catch,” he ordered and threw two cans of coke over at the sofa. Peter’s reflexes reacted lightning fast and he snatched the cans right out of the air. He opened them while Wade sat down next to him again and put the pizza box down on the living room table. His mask landed somewhere on the floor.

“Mmmh,” the merc hummed as he opened the box. “Melted cheese is an actual kink.”

He grabbed a piece of pizza and flopped down onto his back, swinging his legs behind Peter to stretch fully over the entire sofa. Spidey took a slice himself and then draped his lean body over Wade’s, half on his side, half on his stomach.  He was still covered in the symbiote’s black substance that built his Spider-Man suit. Only his head was free, the material forming an irregular collar around his neck.

“This is perfect,” Wade announced as he took a huge bite of his pizza and began to caress Peter’s hair with his free hand. “You, Colin Firth and pizza. That makes for one happy Deady Pooly, let me tell you.”

“I’m glad you put it in that order,” Peter replied. “Otherwise I would have gotten very jealous.”

“I would never dare!” Wade exclaimed. “You’re always my numero uno, Baby Boy!”

“Yeah, better,” Peter stated.

Wade smirked and entwined their legs. Peter handed him the crust of his pizza slice when he was done and Wade devoured it in two bites. It was kind of funny that a fierce killer like Peter didn’t eat the crust on his food. But whatever Peter liked or disliked, Wade loved him beyond words. Whatever quirk his boyfriend had, for Wade he was just perfect.

“You gonna have a shower with me when we’re done?” he asked and licked some cheese off his lower lip.

“After I’ve made sure you will get covered in come and sweat so it will be worth it,” Peter agreed. The promise sent a soft shiver through Wade’s entire body.

“That sounds fair,” he said. “We have a deal.”

“Good,” Peter nodded and handed Wade another piece of crust. “Though I’ve got to warn you: I’m not gonna treat you like a well-mannered, British gentleman.”

Wade laughed. “Oh, that’s what I’m hoping for, Sir Tentacles,” he assured. “Whatever you have to offer, I’m up for it, 100%.”

“Mh, I think tonight I’m gonna make you tear the bedsheets,” Peter mused. “I always love the sound of that mixing in with your desperate moans.”

The merc shivered once more and wrapped one arm around his lover to press him closer against his body.

“Damn, you know how to make a girl happy, Petey,” he rumbled, voice husky. “Who needs a British gentleman when they have you.”

“No one,” Peter stated. “But you’re the only one to have me, so they’ll have to make do.”

Wade smiled warmly and pressed a tender kiss onto Peter’s fluffy hair.

“I love you, my un-British little Sex God,” he announced lowly.

“Mmh, I love you too, my un-British hunky Sex Slave,” Peter replied. He turned and pressed a kiss to Wade’s lips, greasy from the pizza. Wade smiled even wider and stroked his boyfriend’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Hey, are you gonna use the tongue on me?” he asked in sudden excitement. “I’ve been a naaaaughty boy today, I deserve the lashing!”

“Careful what you wish for,” Peter warned him. “I might actually grant it to you.”

“Just one full body lick!” Wade begged. “Please, please, please! Pleeeeeaaaase, Baby Boy!”

Peter sighed affectedly and turned back into his prior position. “Ah, very well,” he agreed. “But I demand pancakes in the morning and a glass of fresh orange juice.”

“Deal!” Wade cheered and wrapped both arms and legs around Peter to give him a tight, firm squeeze. “Love you so much, thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Peter chuckled. “And now let me go, Mr. Licky-Kink, I want to eat more pizza.”