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1mm4d13 · 17 hours ago

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This sh🍌t so magnificent 😭

#donkey Kong #donkey kong bananza #pauline #Nintendo #switch 2 #bereal #meme #I like the hat on Pauline’s diva outfit #love that outfit name btw #I am NOT drawing her grippers #she’s indoors she should put those wafflestompers away #Nintendo is suddenly very in-tune with what their audience wants #GREEDY #but they still care a little bit at least

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vintage-tigre · 3 months ago

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Dinosaur Comes to Town illustrated by Art Seiden, 1963

#kids books #aesthetic #vintage #illustration #old school cool #style #beauty #dinosaur #burgers #hamburgers #ate em all #greedy #60s aesthetic #60s vintage

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specialinterestjohnprice · 12 days ago

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John hates when you cry.

The way you clench your jaw to stop your bottom lip from trembling, eyes blinking owlishly at him as they start to water, back straightening up, but it’s your breathing that gets to him- you’re trying so hard to keep it even. He sees it in your eyes that you’re painfully aware how you’re inhaling and exhaling.

He’s got to be gentle and very slow. John knows if he tries to snatch you up into his grasp, you’ll reel back ten times faster.

“I’m right here, lovie. How’s my sweet girl?” He asks, gradually stepping closer, taking his time to run his hands up your arms.

He listens to your stammered words, taking his chance to trail his hands up to your shoulders, gently rubbing at them. He’s can feel the tension in them, trying to smooth them out like a crumpled piece of paper.

You eventually allow him to herd you into your shared bedroom. You can feel your heartbeat in your fingers as you climb into the bed. John makes sure to cover you with that comforter you like- it’s older but just the perfect weight and airiness that doesn’t make you sweat, especially if you have bad dreams.

He moves to walk away and you reach out, snatching his wrist. Your heart starts to race again, breath quickening as he gently explains what he’s going to do.

“I’ll be back, just wanted to make you a cuppa. Something to calm your nerves, yeah?”

You shake your head, grip tightening.

“Can you just-“ you pause, swallowing “-would you stay with me?”

John doesn’t say anything as he just pulls the blanket back to slide under the covers with you. His legs tangle with yours as he pulls you close, an arm wrapping around your back and his other hand rubbing the base of your neck.

You suck in a breath, surrounded by his scent, eyes closing as you press your face into his chest. You just want him to drown out the world for a little while. He grounds you as you let out another slow sigh, finally untensing your shoulders.

He offers you quiet and honeyed word as he trails his fingers down your back and up your spine, only losing a little composure as your thighs squeeze around his slotted against you.

“John?” You ask softly, letting your own hands trace over his chest.

“Can we have sex?” Your voice meek as you focus on a stitching pattern of his shirt.

His hand pauses on the back of your neck, sliding up to your jaw to pull your gaze up to his as you both lay down.

“Is that what you want to do right now, because absolutely. But I’m just so happy to see you, lovie. What do you need from me?”

You stare up at him with glossy eyes.

“Just want to feel you’re there…” You breathe out.

John takes his time as he pull you apart. Those warm and calloused hands massaging into your limbs, fingers kneading into you with your favorite moisturiser. He’s in no rush, happily massaging your body as he works through your knots. You preen under his touch, giving him content sighs and relaxing, only taking in a sharp breath as he works his hands between your thighs. He only smiles as he continues to work his fingers into your muscles.

“Theeeeeere’s my perfect girl.”

After a while, he’s got a finger sliding between your lips, fingers trailing up to circle at your clit. You whine against him and he just keeps going, using his other hand to pump his finger in and out of you, curling them up when he wants to hear a pretty moan from you. He’s relentless in the way he works you over, holding you steady against him and making sure you take everything he gives. Your thighs shake, instinctively trying to snap shut as he adds another finger. He lets out his own groan against you as he ruts behind you, your back locked against his chest. You’ll mewl against him as he overstimulates you, tears pricking at your eyes as you mindlessly babble. You’re not too sure if you’re desperate to come again or needing a break.

John loves when you cry.