#all the smooches in the world!!

[morriemonnie]

Deserves aaaaaall the smooches, aaaall the smooches mwuh mwuh

[iceiclehorned]

Seeing RED's apparent interest in a date made all the swirling thoughts that had clouded her initial judgements come to a pause, a fluttering in her heart which seemed to relentlessly spread a sense of warmth and reassurance, bringing home that point that there was nothing to be so stressed about. Being an individual so unused to that affectionate proposition, whether it be from her or another, she opted to pull the romanticised connotation to the back of her mind. Sweating the small stuff was said to pointless in the long run, but those who speak so confidently have the skill to undermine such a minor stepping stone, don't they? What does one do when they are new to this with not a single clue on how to navigate their way around such a show-stopping beauty?

Aeons, she really was in trouble!

"I'm happy to hear it," a slight jolt could be heard in her voice, as if how relieved and positively delighted she felt truly needed to shine through in that moment. Contrary to the bustling excitement that seemed to bubble from within, eager to take the otherworldly woman on that date in the instance she showed the slightest enthusiasm, the acknowledgement that everything that resided within this planet was a mere dream, a falsehood that had been glamorized by the many that found a solace here. It was not something Robin wanted their date to be subjected to. Rather, opting to soak in the reality of that newly discovered relationship, a bond that was seemingly blooming nicely under Harmony's gaze. "Do you have any preferences regarding flavour?" Even for a few more moments, she wanted to stay within the wishful conversation they were having.

In the midst of the words exchanged, those bejewelled eyes kept a firm, yet momentary focus on the small crowd surrounding the stand. With a slight estimation, she guessed that they would reach it before the queue became too big. Hearing the other pipe up about the history of 'Emporer' made her head turn, taking this time to truly fixate on the words sincerely. It had been a long time since a person had made the singer's heart race in such an unexpected way, and the delicate intimacy of the moment, no matter how 'chaotic' or 'disorganised' it may appear to be, it was, in fact, the most harmonious experience in her given lifetime.

"He is certainly the cutest dragon I have ever seen. Very fitting, considering you are the owner." A gentle nod of acknowledgement to draw that point forward, before not so subtly taking RED's hand into her own, her grasp only light, a means to keep the other by her side without the threat of losing her in the crowd.

...Since when did she accept lying to herself like this? Surely, it was a valid excuse, right?

"Hold tight, since it gets quite busy out here." The streets of the Golden Hour, a place where there were no accepted negative binds, no reason for a depressive state to plague the euphoria that had roped in many victims, was so full, remaining the same as always. Robin was not one to dismiss the happiness of others, especially with all the work that had been put into the world before her, but that surreal existence would never be enough fulfilment for her, and her heart wanted to argue that point for all. Drowning those feelings, her eyes fell on the sweetheart next to her, all those worries dissipating with ease.

Having that assurance that she was unmarried left her joyous for completely selfish reasons, ones that involved her intrigue in the other, an interest that left her greedy for more, formed in the shape of dancing butterflies, teasing her skin by spreading that unfamiliar tingle. It was new, but not unwelcomed as she allowed the carefree words to sink in. "How many candidates have you come across so far on your journey?" A playful question with a brow raised as the two finally reach the stall, with only a few people in front of them. It granted at least another moment's worth of memories shared between the two.

"Would you like to try the Pika White Grape Soda or the Classic SoulGlad? The latter is actually quite popular with the people who come here, even developing the name "beverage of dreams". It's on me, so even if you wanted to try both, you may."

What Robin mentioned made a feeling resurface, and Red wrestled again with the way her senses had overloaded. Sure, Robin was the main cause of it, and even passively following her elegant gait and the moments of overt happiness like the giggles was keeping her heart pleasantly full. But there was definitely an ethereal flow to everything, which made the word "Dreamscape" stand out, despite how casual Robin made it sound.

The maker feared, however briefly, that this was all a dream to be forgotten. But once Robin mentioned a date, she perked up immediately, eyes sparkling with life and a fist pumping upwards with newfound energy.

"Huzzah! A date sounds delightful! And getting ice-cream is SUCH a classic! I'm glad to see they still are all the way over here~!"

The energy carried over to the next inquiry, which she responded to by turning at an angle as they walked to prop the golden dragon's head forward, potentially giving Robin a better look. It also had the effect that she was going to be looking straight at Robin when holding that angle, which she was growing increasingly blatant about as the butterflies in her stomach were settling.

"You're one of the first people to ask! I call him Emperor- isn't he cute?! But don't worry, he's not a threat, or an actual dragon. He's more of a relic from the city I was born in. And in a pinch, he doubles as a flamethrower! But that's only for the baddest of bad guys!"

Red adjusted herself to walk evenly again, realizing that she hadn't explained why she had it in the first place. In the grand tradition of her not thinking things through, she also wondered if there was even a reason to begin with. Perhaps there was the analogy that dragons were oftentimes described as hoarders — and Red definitely was one to hoard significant others. Something that, given Robin's congratulations, she hurried to explain.

"Ah, wait, you see... That's the end goal, for sure! It's why I became an adventurer and traveled so much in the first place! I want to find some amazing, absolutely lovely wifeys out there! And I found a lot of candidates! But there was no official marriage yet... which is OK! Doing what I do, I'd give as much time as a wifey needs to think about it or prepare for it, and I also gotta get enough Credits for the expenses too!"

She was very proud for someone who so openly wanted a harem. It made it so she didn't slow down one bit as they walked, only pausing her rambling briefly to choose one of two paths forward. As a connosieur of toys, the pinball sounded interesting, but whoever made the marketting for SoulGlad ™ still proved to be a genius, as the name alone made Red interested.

"Yes, let's go to the trolley first! Everything here is so pretty, it makes me want to know what they sell around in the first place!"

[demaparbat-hp]

No war au: first time meeting each other at a diplomatic event. zuko, crown prince of the fire nation kisses the hand of katara chief of the southern water tribe.

Beyond diplomacy.

[hinamie]

quick lmhs itafushi because god help me i have Not been able to get the concept of yuuji smiling/laughing into kisses out of my head

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[rhapsoddity]

Self indulgent hours,,

SPECTRUM IS LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN AGAIN GET HIM OUTTA HERE!!!

[starhvney]

hey guys!! just a little update: my uploads may be slow and kinda inconsistent for a bit because i made the lovely decision to get a new full time job on top of being a full time student!! (i had to, unfortunately) i’m doing good, but while i get adjusted to this new packed schedule of mine i have to put this blog on the back burner, because unfortunately steady finances and education comes first over my passions and hobbies :,(

i can at least say that at the moment i’m working on or planning out:

�� requests (my current top priority!!)

☆ some requested c.ai bots

☆ the next part of subj3 called “blank spaces”, which will span from the rest of the reader’s high school career to the end of college

☆ a longgg mcd x reader fic called “kismet” (that will have laurance as the love interest)!

☆ maybe some more sims?? i love love making them but i will see if i have the time sighh

but anyways! thought i’d let y’all know what i’m up to and why i haven’t sent out any more requests </3 i hope you’re all well and staying warm & safe! love you all!!

[rendevok]

twitter fluff requests! 💞

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[pollyna]

Friday is marked on Ice's secretary's calendar as "date night" since the moment she started working for him. And it means his husband is going to stroll in their part of the building at 4.30, leave her favourite coffee on the table before closing the door behind him. It takes between fifteen to thirty minutes before she sees both men strolling out, Admiral Kazansky's hair a little messed up and his husband's sporting the biggest and brightest grin she has seen on a person before. She never takes appointments on Friday after four, and when Admiral Cain laments that she can't just decide not to schedule a meeting because Admiral Kazansky has something better to do, she laughs and writes a long ass email to tell him, in very polite words, sorry, no can do. Fuck you.

The next Friday, Maverick leaves a muffin with her favourite coffee and pats her back before closing the door behind his back. They are out of the office in ten minutes, laughing and holding hands in front of her, for the first time.

[jkgnggj]

The wittle baby boyyy 🥺 (he's so big and fluffy) Another torisaikitty (torikittysai?) Com by @lu-kario I love my boys sm and the colors ahhh

[lyworth]

Garreth Weasley and All the Smooches He Deserves

[lorilane33]

Cold

Pairing: Modern AU!Wrecker x Reader (I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible)

A/N: Wrecker is the cutest patootie ever, but at the same time I want him to absolutely shred me to pieces any day of the week. No y/n used, reader's nickname is Bunny, Bun for short.

Summary: You get cold and steal Wrecker's hoodie

Word Count: 2,192

Warnings: Yes, I am back with another friends to lovers fic okay? lol Wrecker needs his own warning label, let's be honest.

In the apartment you share with your long time friend Wrecker, you are mindlessly watching some baking contest show on Netflix. Snuggled under some blankets you try to warm up after your day of shopping with Hera, however, no matter how deep you snuggle into the couch you are still chilled to the bone. 

Grumbling to yourself, you continue to try and warm up, which ends with you having the blanket over your head hood style. But still no warmer than you were at the beginning of this struggle. You’ve completely lost track of what is going on in the episode you are watching. Suddenly you grin to yourself as an idea hits you.

Wrecker is out with Tech and Echo, helping Tech find an anniversary gift for Phee. You know he won’t be back for some time, and you are pretty sure he won’t mind if you borrow a hoodie from his closet. You quickly jump up to go raid his closet, only to stumble over the blanket currently wrapped around you. Giggling at the absurdity, you find the remote and pause your show to  continue on your mission to find your favorite hoodie of your roommate’s. 

Down the small hallway, you quietly enter his room. Glancing around the bedroom, you smile to yourself as you remember how things even started for you. The two of you moved in together in the first place because random roommates always turned out badly for each of you. 

Once the two of you had moved in together, the rest was history; you meshed so well as roommates neither of you had any plans to move out any time soon. Brought back to the present, you begin your search for his warmest hoodie. 

Within a few moments of digging in Wrecker’s closet, your hand makes contact with the hoodie you are looking for. “Aha! There you are, you little bugger!” You exclaim as you pull it off the hanger. Pulling the soft hoodie close to your body, you bring it to your nose and inhale contentedly, smiling to yourself as you do. 

Suddenly you gasp to yourself, realizing that you’re currently being comforted by Wrecker’s scent. You quickly pull his hoodie away from your face while trying to ignore your minor bout of insanity. “Why am I like this?” you mutter to yourself as you gently shake your head while pulling the hoodie over your head. 

The moment your head is through the hole, you sigh in relief. With Wrecker being almost a foot taller than you, his hoodie almost swallows you whole. The inside of his hoodie is so luxuriously soft, you find yourself snuggling deeper in to be as cozy as possible. Pulling the hood over your head, you turn and walk out of his closet, closing the door behind you. 

Reaching your shared living room, you curl back up on the couch, snuggling back into the blankets. Digging for the remote once again you hit play, and are soon lost in a whirlwind of baking and drama once again. 

Some time later, as the sun begins its descent, you hear keys in the door, announcing Wrecker’s arrival back home. Turning the volume down on the TV, you call back, “Hey, Wreck! How did the gift shopping go with the boys?” 

Wrecker toes off his shoes in the foyer and takes off his coat, followed by his infectious laughter, as you hear him emptying his pockets into the dish on the entry table. “Hey! You wouldn’t believe what happened to Echo! We were at that pho restaurant we all like, you remember that place?” 

“Yeah, I do remember it! Wasn't that place in the strip mall over on Harrison?” You reply as you giggle. You’ve always enjoyed Wrecker’s boisterous personality. He couldn’t always control his personality’s intensity, but you’ve always adored that about him. 

You listen to him padding into the living room as he continues. “Well anyway, we were talking to the waitress, and-” he stops mid-sentence, which is extremely unusual for your friend. You know he’s in the room, you can feel his presence behind you, and the tension filling his body. 

You pull your hands into the sleeves of his hoodie in a nervous gesture, as you throw over your shoulder to him, “You have any plan on finishing your story, Wrecker?” You add a small giggle after, hoping to pull Wrecker out of whatever trance he’s fallen into. 

In the silence of your apartment you hear him swallow thickly and lean against the doorway before saying hesitantly, “That’s my hoodie there, bun.”

Still sitting on the couch with your back facing him, your back suddenly goes ramrod straight. Is he mad that you’re wearing his hoodie? You’ve never heard him use that tone of voice, which makes you nervous. Trying to play it off as cool as possible, you decide to go for witty. “Oh? Really, I had no idea whose hoodie it was when I grabbed it.” 

Wrecker lets out a deep chuckle, almost a purr at your response to his statement. “Didn’t know whose hoodie it was, my ass. Never thought I’d see the day when my supposed best friend would betray me like this.” You can hear the smirk in his tone from the doorway, where he’s still against the doorway.

Rolling your eyes fondly, you decide to turn around and call him out. But the second you’ve turned around on the couch, pulling the hood down as you do, you realize you’re out of your depth. In the years the two of you have been friends, Wrecker has never had the look on his face that is gracing his features now. 

You are very uncertain how this is going to play out, and you feel your stomach clench with nerves. As you study Wrecker’s face, you not only realize his expression screams intensity, but you also clock what he’s wearing. Your eyes rove over him, taking in his dark, well fitting jeans and his dark green Henley shirt. 

It is the exact outfit he’d been wearing when he left earlier today, but for some reason completely new to you now. Suddenly catching yourself checking out your friend, your eyes go wide and you immediately return your eyes to his face. Still unsure of what could be going through his head, you hope for the best and smile at him shyly. 

Attempting to dispel the tension between you two, you respond to his quip. “Betrayed? I think betrayal is the last thing I think you should be feeling right now. I think I make this hoodie look better than you ever could!” 

Seeing Wrecker’s eyes quickly dart to your mouth and back, you feel a shiver run down your spine. He growls out a response as he rolls up  his shirt sleeves, “You got that right, bun. In fact, I think you should keep it. It looks perfect on you.”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops in shock. “Wrecker, what do you mean? This is your favorite hoodie. Why would you say I could have it?”

Finally leaving his perch in the doorway, he slowly makes his way around to the front of the couch. Still studying you intensely, he replies with, “Exactly what I just said. You look perfect in my hoodie.” 

Sitting down next to you and grabbing your legs to pull them into his lap he continues, “Why am I telling you to keep it? Because I want you to. It’s as easy as that.” He smiles at you, gently rubbing your ankle. 

Still trying to process what is happening, you look down to your lap and play with your fingers. You reply, “Okay. I guess I’ll take that answer. But Wrecker, can you do me a favor?” He nods in response, waiting for you to continue. “Please stop looking at me like that. I’m not sure why you’re doing it, but it’s making me feel things I didn’t know I was feeling about you. And I’m not entirely sure how-” 

Suddenly his index finger is stopping you mid rant. He then moves his finger to dip under your chin and gently tilts your face up to meet his, a hesitant smile quirking on his face. “The way I’m looking at you? Bunny, I have no idea how to look at you right now. I walked into our home, expecting to find my best friend, and instead I was blindsided by how kriffing stunning I apparently find you.” 

Your lower lip begins to wobble, and your eyes get glassy as he continues. “You sitting here in my hoodie moved something in my soul, sweetheart. I am not the same man now as I was when I left this morning, and I never want to go back.” He tips your head forward enough so he can place a kiss on your forehead. 

Needing confirmation, you clear your throat and ask, “Wreck, are you saying you like me like me?” 

He smiles shyly, “Yeah, bunny, I am. Somehow, you managed to make it happen.” Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he begins pulling away from you. “Oh, kriff! Bun, I didn’t mean to dump all that on you. I just felt I needed to tell you. Here I am, just assuming that you felt-”

You cut him off from spiraling by throwing your arms around his neck, and pulling yourself into his lap and straddle his thighs. “Stop that, right now, Wrecker. You have no reason to doubt anything, because I do feel the same way. I’m not sure when it happened, but it did.” You giggle into his shoulder as you feel the tension seep out of him at your words. 

You pull back from squeezing him, and gently cup his right  cheek in your hand. He leans into the motion, and you both smile. “Oh, Wrecker, you silly man. Who wouldn’t love this handsome mug of yours?” You feel his deep chuckle rumble through you,and his hands come up to rest on your hips. 

Leaning forward, you gently placed a hand on his scarred cheek, continuing on. “And this scar, and your cybernetic eye? They are two of my favorite parts of you. You were willing to sacrifice yourself for your brothers, and the maker decided you weren’t done. I’m so proud of the man you are, Wreck. You have no idea how proud.” He lets out a shaky exhale under you, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. 

Wrecker licks his lips, your eyes zeroing in on the motion. “Okay, bun. I really love all the niceties of the moment, but I have one last question.” 

Quickly nodding your head in response, you reply, “Of  course, Wrecker. Anything.” 

You feel his hands rove up from your hips, up your back and around to cup your cheeks. “I am dying to kiss you.” Looking at him, his eyes are glued to your lips, face blatantly displaying his want.

Giggling, you roll your eyes and go to reprimand him. “I don’t think that counts as a ques-” 

Words are lost on you as Wrecker places his lips on yours for the first time. His lips are soft, and shy at first. You eagerly kiss back, taking him by surprise. He chuckles into the kiss at that. 

You drop your hands to his chest, lightly gripping his shirt in your hand. Gentle pecks and whispered words of love between new lovers eventually become more urgent. One of his hands drops to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. You feel his tongue gently swipe across your bottom lip, asking permission and you moan in response.

Suddenly Wrecker’s invading your mouth, making you question why you’d ever waited this long to be with him. When you decide to nibble his bottom lip, he groans in response, his hand on your waist dropping to your ass, firmly gripping it and pressing you even harder into him. 

Before things escalate, the two of you naturally slow things down. Still swapping kisses and sweet words, the two of you know this is as far as it needs to go. Things are still new, and you just want to enjoy each other’s presence. Wrecker finally pulls away, pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

Suddenly you’re being manhandled in Wrecker’s lap as he pulls one of your legs out  from behind him, and gently curls you up in his lap bridal style. Running one of his fingers mindlessly up and down your leg, he suddenly stops. “Hey, bunny?” 

You mumble a response in the affirmative to him, being too cozy to dare and form words

He chuckles at the state of you, and gently squeezes you closer to him. “Why did you suddenly decide my hoodie was good enough to dig through my closet for anyway? Not that I mind at all.”

You inhale and respond sleepily, “Cold. I was really kriffing cold.”

Wrecker’s laughter could be felt throughout your body, and heard throughout the house at that answer. Even though you hadn’t planned on this outcome happening when you took his hoodie, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[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.

[mjtheartist04]

Happy FruitBats🦇🍒 day and Happy Anniversary to my wonderful sweet darling wife @hypocriticaltypwriter

Already One year of being best friends and yet it feels like we’ve been friends my whole life🥺…

God I sometimes don’t know what to say because I feel like words are not enough to express how much I appreciate and love you…

Thank you…gosh! just thank you for being such a supportive and caring friend! for being there for me when I needed it and for making me such beautiful thoughtful gifts. I always admire the person that you are, so kind and hardworking, always bringing a smile on peoples faces, one of the sweetest and kindest souls I’ve had the honor of meeting…i couldn’t ask for a better friend💕🥹

I treasure every little moment and every little memory we have together, my days always become so much brighter when I spend them with you, even if it’s just for a small moment, you’ve never failed to put a smile on my silly face. and I can’t wait to spend many more years and make lots of new memories with you🫶

Love you to the moon and back🌙💖

[precious-little-bhaalbabe]

No, it’s so simple guys: Karlach is a sailor and Wyll is her ship wife and Dammon is her port wife

[tetzoro]

gentle reminder for those who need it ᰔ

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