#And smooched 🥺🥺

[libertys-lovers]

Ya know, complex imagines/scenarios with your F/Os are so good.

…But sometimes, all you need to do is just imagine them holding onto you real tight, as they bombard you with the softest lil’ kisses.

Your lips? Your cheeks? Your neck & shoulders, your arms & hands? NOWHERE is safe from their smooching fury; they absolutely adore you, and damnit they wanna make that fact known!

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[milkcioccolato]

DAD MAUL! DAD MAUL! DAD MAUL!

I had this sitting unfinished for like 3 weeks, and yesterday night I couldn’t sleep, so I finished it🤣

[dingledraw]

Playing Pretend: a Good Omens comic (part 5/5)

First - Prev

[olessan]

The Rings of Power 2x08: Shadow and Flame

"My place is here. You know it is."

[starmocha]

Just...these acts of love. 🥹

Sylus —

He sees a beautiful dress and automatically thinks of you, so he sets out to order a custom one with your exact measurements. You just know he is already picturing you in the dress, already imagining how beautiful you look. Quite possibly, he would want to take you out somewhere special so you could wear this dress by his side, but the thing he would love the most is seeing your pretty smiles and knowing he is able to make you happy.

Zayne —

Even when he is away, he is still taking care of you. He wants to let you rest, wants to make sure you eat on time, and most importantly, he doesn't want you to feel bad or guilty over anything innocuous like sleeping in, especially when he understands how overworked you are. He is appreciative of the small moments, always grateful for the time spent with you no matter how mundane it may seem. Every little moment is a cherished new memory for him.

Rafayel —

The daily walks, the seashells! The private conversations, shared laughter, witnessing the same natural wonders by the sea. The way he describes things makes it seem like you are reliving the memories with him. Feeling the sand between your toes, the water gently lapping at your feet, smelling the sea salt air. No matter how many walks you take together, they will all be unique and hold a special place in his heart. The little seashells you find along the shore may seem like nothing special to others, but to him, they are priceless treasures.

Xavier —

Having meals together no matter what, no matter where. Good company makes the food even more delicious, and while it's a known fact that he has a huge appetite, he wants to make sure you eat well, too. Even if you are in a bad mood, even if you are upset, having something delicious will turn that frown upside down. While you are with him, the daily worries disappear because the only thing that matters now is the present, the delicious food you two share together, and the memories that come with it.

[kurooscopy]

BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU

[itsxroxannex]

My comfy ship 😭❤️⭐🔪🪐

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Outer belongs to 2mi127 Noir belongs to Totty

[thatwildwolfart]

serotonin is stored in the turian nosey

[facelessmime]

Can we please get some more fish Uzi, I love the design (and your art)

😀 I have never drawn anything faster in my life.

(thankyousomuchforaskingandimsothrilledyoulikeitenoughtodoso)

There is now a colored update!

[devil-in-hiding]

I feel kinda bad asking this but I had a really shitty day and was wondering if you’d be able to write any comfort content abt the 141 guys. If not that’s totally fine ofc

-🫧

oh hun i hope it’s gotten better )); im sorry im just seeing this!!

i hope it’s okay that i’m going for a little on the run route

because the boys would see the tension in your shoulders the minute they come down for breakfast, and your replies that morning are short and blunt, and you’re out the door before they can say anything

Price is the one to find you hours later, curled up against Maggie on the couch and he sinks down next to you. “What’s wrong pretty? You know I get worried when you shut us out.” He frowns, rubbing your arm until you lift your head to meet his eye, and his gaze softens.

“I just.. I don’t know.. I woke up upset and it’s just gotten worse through out the day. I thought it would get better but it didn’t and-“ you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath and Maggie presses snout into your belly, whining softly as she looks up at you.

“Take your time love.” Price murmurs, pulling you to his side and he feels your shoulders shaking. “I just didn’t want to be angry with you all for no reason, you don’t deserve that.”

“You think we’re not use to some misplaced anger?” He laughs, but he sees the way your face falls and he gently tilts your chin up so you’ll look at him. “We are here for you. You’ve been there for us since we got here pretty, we are more than happy to take care of you for awhile.” He caresses your cheek, pressing a kiss to your head before arranging the three of you to where you’re laying on top of him and maggie is tucked into his side, there is not nearly enough room for the three of you, but hearing you laugh when Maggie barks, leaving wet kisses on Price’s cheek to which he cringe’s, turning his head away.

“Damn it Mags! Stop!”

“She’s just saying thank you.”

[crovvlipso]

So, an idea I just thought of. Astarion is being canon as girl dad. But Gale. In fact. Is definitely girl dad. Why? Because Tim Downie who voices Gale. Has two young daughters. (He says it in my cameo on my Tumblr) and it would be hella rad to see Gale with two daughters with your tav. A mix of both personalities will be wild. Haha it's an idea. But I'll let you do the rest. You can check out the video on my Tumblr if you want to. 😊 plus your art is amazing (I was the one with the phantom of the Opera idea)

Girl Dad indeed. Meet Morena and Clio Dekarios (can you guess which one is Merena. Which one is Clio? lmao).

[xinyuehui]

ᨒᨒ 偷得浮生一日闲 ╱╱

˙ ﹢Thus, I steal a day of leisure in this fleeting life. ″″

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[trustworthy-liar]

"Master Ketheric...the chosen are making out in the war room........again." -moonrise servants 24/7

[ricciardo133]

July 2018

maxiel, Daniel genderswap, pining, drunken hook-up alluded to

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Max wakes up slowly, feeling a girl cling to his side in the hotel bed. He can't remember Daniel and him inviting girls over to their shared room to unwind after Silverstone, but they did drink an inadvisable amount. Daniel had drank some noxiously sweet wine that some fan had gifted him. Idiotic, Max had thought. Max stuck to gin, a drink that normally doesn't leave him feeling this discombobulated. He feels wrecked, sore, and achy. He doesn't even feel ready to open his eyes.

The woman beside him stretches and sighs. "Rough night, eh, Maxy?" she says in a familiar Australian lit.

They both freeze.

Max sits up, slapping around the hotel lamp until he finds the switch. He stares wide-eyed at the woman lying beside him, her mass of dark curls against tan skin. Her wide, familiar eyes with that distinctive nose set between. Her hands are flung over her mouth, but Max can still see the right tattoos in the right places, only against different curves.

He glances down at perky, bare tits and soft, wide hips, and then back up in embarrassed shock.

"Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"You're a girl."

"So I've noticed."

Max gets up, starkly aware of his own nudity. He fumbles in the morning light for clothes, glancing at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

He's still quite himself, but the hickeys are new. He didn't know his face could feel this hot. He mentally feels memories from last night brush against his psyche in frustratingly fleeting snippets. Biting down on soft thighs. Warmth and tightness. Hard nipples in his mouth. God, he thinks, we finally did it and I can't fucking remember shit.

He looks back, seeing Daniel is gone. He panics and hustles to the bathroom where not-Daniel-but-still-Daniel stands and assess his body.

"Wow, kinda thought girl-me would have a bigger rack."

"You're taking this well."

"Well, obviously, we're dreaming."

"Hm."

Daniel twists in his spot, watching his reflection as he gives his ass a smack. Max is immediately hard.

"Daniel."

"Max," he echoes with faux shock. "Relax, this is, like, a seriously vivid dream. A horny one at that. I think we boned last night."

Max can't utter a word. He just watches as Daniel feels up his own body, smaller hands drifting over smooth skin. His nails skate along his thigh's tattoos, upwards to drift along fine hair between his legs. Max squirms and feels anything but asleep.

"So real," Daniel whispers.

"Can you maybe put something on?" Max begs. Daniel cocks an eyebrow and smirks. Max feels unnerved seeing his expressions in a feminine font. Daniel's refreshing confidence always made Max feel... too much. Like if he wasn't careful, he could spill over with it all. Watching Daniel now fondle his chest, pressing the small mounds together as he assessed himself in the mirror, Max felt ready to burst.

And they fucked. He turns and heads out to the hotel room.

Life is cruel and this dream sucks and he wishes he could remember.

"Hey, Max, hey," Daniel soothes, coming up behind him and blessedly covered in a hotel towel. "I seriously think this can't be real. Just like...what's that DiCaprio film?"

"Huh? Inception?"

"Yeah, that one. Just a really, really good...weird dream."

"Okay, then hit me." Max walks up to Daniel. He's not used to being this much taller. He feels dizzy again with need, wanting nothing more than to pin the older Aussie down on the bed. To hike his soft yet strong legs over his shoulders. Maybe it'd be fine if they did it again, since it maybe is an impossible dream and Daniel's not a boy right now. Not that it mattered normally. Max didn't care, he just wanted to feel him all over again.

"What?" Daniel smiles, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"In dreams, that's how you wake up. Like, a kick to jolt you awake, right?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, we should wake up."

Max leans closer and turns his cheek.

"I'm not smacking you, Max. Here," Daniel takes Max's hand in his. All Max wants was to knit their fingers together, to feel the way his palm is finally bigger than Daniel's. "We'll do it to ourselves, okay?"

Daniel places Max's hand against his own cheek. He watches the gorgeous woman in front of him mirrors him, hand raised gently, fingertips against the curls that fall so, so long down to the middle of Daniel's back. He'd look so good with hair like that even as a boy. Max thinks to tell him this and stops himself.

"On three, yeah?"

"Okay."

Daniel counts down, in that singsong voice that's his but not his pitch. Max tries to commit it to memory as he gives himself a just-too-painful slap.

And nothing changes. The only thing that changes is now Daniel panics.

"Holy fucking shit, Max."

"Daniel-"

"This is real."

"We'll fix this," Max tries as Daniel starts tearing apart the hotel room. Max glances at the clock on the nightstand while Daniel goes on a heated search for something. "We don't have to leave for the flight for two hours."

Christ. He pictures telling their team anything. Daniel can still race, of course, Max thinks. He'll just need a new suit that fits better. And some adjustments to the car's seat fit. And a good PR statement that, yes, something impossible happened overnight but no worries we'll be set for Hockenheim so don't worry about how this happened.

"This!" Daniel says, leaping up to Max and putting a small card in his hand. "This is why! Read it. It came with the wine that hot girl gave me."

Max rolls his eyes and reads it. He narrows his gaze. "A change, temporary, good for two? What's that mean?"

"Beats me, but read it again. Temporary." He sighs, letting his head knock back. Max stares at the line of hickeys down Daniel's thinner neck, too faint. "I do kinda miss my dick."

"How does it feel?" Max asks despite himself. "To be a girl?"

"Good, I guess." Does Daniel press his thighs together reflexively, Max wonders. He feels pent up and horny again. "Like, I don't mind it, but it'll be hell to buy a whole new wardrobe," he attempts to joke through shaky laughs.

"Maybe that note meant 'two' like in two times," Max says, voice quiet.

All he can hear for a moment is the whirl of the hotel aircon. He watches Daniel's feminine frame, his big eyes and wet lips.

"Can you remember any of it?" Daniel asks, voice barely registering above the whirl.

"Not much."

"And it kinda doesn't count, right? Because I'm not really me right now, so its okay? And you don't mind?"

It can count, Max wants to beg. It can. It can be okay after, too. It can be okay all the time.

"I don't mind. You're hot as a girl." The last three words feel too final. Daniel's shoulders fall as he nods.

"Yeah, a stunner, huh? So, well, we'll take her for one last ride."

Finally, Daniel walks up and pushes Max onto the hotel bed. Max's mind reels as Daniel lets the towel drop. Two breasts in Max's face as he feels thighs straddle his waist. His hands fly up to trace eager lines up Daniel's spine and rake gentle tracks back down with his nails. They both shudder.

"Last time, right?" Daniel says between kisses down Max's neck. Max feels his eyes water. It doesn't have to be. But he doesn't say anything. He flips Daniel over on the bed, body tenting over the smaller frame. And this time, he focuses. He wants to make Daniel feel good. He wants to come inside. He wants to etch every moment deep in his mind, so he'll remember every gasp, every touch, every sigh.