#thanks for sending this in🥰🥰🥰

[towez]

hi! this is random but im heartbroken and just so sad right now and need some thing happy and i was wondering if you had any good, comfort 1988 fics to rec? thanks 💔💔💔

Hi Anon! I feel this from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head. If you wanna yell, scream, or be sad about this, my inbox is always always open!

I kind of made two lists for you? Here are some fics that are super cute, and I think will give you the feel good boost that we all desperately need right now.

A Sorta Faerietale

A More Gentlemanlike Manner

These next couple are not necessarily comfort fics, but they are comfort fics to meeeeeeeee. I read them whenever I am having a bad day, and they just hit every time. These are in no particular order, I love them all equally!

Make His Brown Eyes Blue

l'amour

For Richer Or For Poorer

My Heart Forgets To Beat

The Walls Kept Tumblin Down

Turnabout

I'll Be The Cure

Radical Acceptance

Love Is A Contact Sport

A Light-Handed Approach To Regulation

Anything by these authors mentioned above is gonna be a good time. There are a lot more fics that should be on both lists, but my brain is still sad. I hope you enjoy anon!

[girlsdads]

46!!!!

46: shimmer

Daniel’s waist has always fit perfectly in Max’s hands like this, when he is on his knees, chest down in the pillows, spread wide open for Max’s cock. He is not so skinny now as when he was racing, back when Max could almost touch the tips of his middle fingers together over Daniel’s belly button. Now, there is a soft layer of fat, hanging just a little bit downward with gravity, that squishes gloriously in Max’s grip. Still he is the perfect size for Max’s thumbs to meet where he presses them against Daniel’s spine.

Daniel moans, high-pitched and mostly breath, the arch in his back deepening as Max grinds his pelvis against the meat of his ass. There is so just much more of him, everywhere—Max wishes he had twelve extra hands to be holding all of Daniel at once. He shifts his grasp down to Daniel’s hips, thumb nails pressing divots into the stretch marks there. They shimmer in the warm lamplight.

This is always the best thing about fucking Daniel with the lights on—Max gets to marvel at every new part of him, the way his skin has stretched and shifted to accommodate his happiness, they way his body ripples as Max pulls him back onto his cock.

How lucky he is, Max thinks, that he is being allowed to love every version of Daniel.

[wakeywakeyjakey]

my best friend is into batjokes too and they’re the artist to my author <3 (posted with permission)

[nickfowlerrr]

You’re Sheriff Bodecker’s sweet housewife and when he gets home he makes you sit in his lap and warm his cock while he feeds you the dinner you cooked him and then fucks you on the table for dessert 🥰

dinner and a treat.. 🥧

notes: for the five sentence ficlet game. punctuation is atrocious and i still cheated lmao. but thanks so much for sending this in! ❤️‍🔥 18+ only. this drabble contains smut.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you as you gasp when he shifts a bit in his seat, leaning forward to fork the last piece of the steak you’d made for dinner; one arm across you to keep your back against his broad chest while he keeps you seated pretty in his lap, his cock buried deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.

Lee chuckles at your sensitivity as he brings the fork to your lips, watching, enamored as your lips part for him and you take the last bite; you aren’t sure if the sigh that leaves you is from the taste or the fact that the plate is finally cleared and your suffering is about to end. You attempt to get up, but are easily pulled back down by Lee’s broad hands on your hips - the pull somehow has his thick cock hitting even deeper inside of you as you moan at the unexpected moment and delightful stimulation it brings with it… you almost want to try getting up again as it’s been your only successful attempt at finally getting Lee to let you move.

You don’t have to, though, as he seems to change his mind about keeping you seated and pushes you back up, then over the table in the same second, “All done with dinner, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ it’s time for dessert,” he purrs against your ear as he leans over you, swiftly lining himself up to your slick entrance and sinking into you with little resistance as your walls readily welcome the stretch of him and he groans, setting a fast and hard pace, “Don’tcha think?”

Your moans and mewls are his only response as you touch one of his hands holding your hips and keeping the skirt of your dress up as he slams into you over and over, the table thrumming beneath you, his name like a prayer falling off your tongue as he fucks you through your long awaited orgasm - the first of the night, and if Lee has it his way, it’ll be far from the last.

He knows you’ll complain later about the pie you’d made going cold, but right now all he wants is to fuck you silly on every surface of the kitchen he can; he’s been waiting for his dessert all damn day.

[mobius-m-mobius]

*shows up late as a bedsheet ghost* trick or treat? 🥺🎃

Luckily time's not a construct around here or I'd be just as late so we're good to go 😂💖 Truly choosing a favorite of your fics is near impossible but Hold the Vodka has long been one of my very favorite comforts (also shoutout to @wolfpup026's gorgeous artwork to match 🥰) so it was hard to resist getting inspiration from a few lines to picture Lokius sharing a toast before heading out to start that new life together!

[biteofcherry]

Because I'm apparently in a mood, I can't stop thinking: which of Goldie's Alphas gives the best spankings?

- Zombie

I'm biased and we all know that, and I'm not gonna apologize 😎😜

Steve is the best at giving spankings.

Out of the three Alphas, Ari is one who actually steers away from spanks too quickly, because he's having too much fun touching you all over and would rather overdose you with pleasure. So he will land a few swats that are just enough firm, but then his fingers start wandering and so does his mouth. Curtis is the harshest one. His slaps start hard and only increase in pain, especially if you start squirming and attempting to get away. Though you rarely get to move an inch, because Curtis always has you locked in place.

Now Steve has a firm hand and knows how to hold you down for a spanking, but he builds it up. Even if you earn yourself an immediate spanking response, then two maybe three slaps are hard and quick; then he settles you down over his knee for a proper spanking, which he gradually increases. He also talks you through it the same way he would be talking you through your orgasm.

[swordmaid]

please draw your special blorbo (shri'iia) for the six characters thing

rat woman covered in blood send post!!!!!!!

[taemmin]

[elliesgaymachete]

Vexleth - number 22 (in a rush of adrenaline)

Vex noticed the ambush a split second before it happened. The crunch of dirt underfoot and the twang of drawn bows gave it away. She wasn’t sure how many, but she knew they were outnumbered.

“Keyleth, get down!” was all she could shout before the hail of arrows began.

She shoved Keyleth prone, so most of the arrows missed her, but a few grazed Vex in the process. She drew her own bow.

“What do you think, darling?” Vex muttered. “Should we show them not to underestimate us?”

Keyleth nodded. “Definitely.”

Her form began to shift as she lunged for the nearest archer. Vex smirked, satisfied that Kiki could take care of herself.

Vex sent arrows toward everyone she could see. Most of them went down in one hit, easy. They have must been petty thieves, looking to cut the purses of some unsuspecting looking women. They had know idea what they were getting into.

Vex didn’t bother killing them. She hoped, at least, that this would teach them a lesson.

After she downed four masked figures, she turned to see how Keyleth was faring, only to find a spellcaster towering over her, magic sparkling at their fingertips. She gulped.

Just then, a roar pierced the air as the caster was tackled by a large, predator cat, paws the size of their head, claws out. The figure crumpled to the ground, and as the beast stood, it shifted back into the familiar visage of her friend. Keyleth tripped over the legs of the person she had just knocked prone and stumbled into Vex’s arms.

She looked up, panting heavily, and gave Vex a shy smile.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Vex’s heart pounded in her chest from the rush of battle, but also from the way the sunlight hit Keyleth’s eyes, setting the green irises aflame. Her grip tightened around Keyleth’s waist, her gaze dropped to soft lips.

Keyleth’s eyes grew wide and a blush colored her cheeks. “Vex…” she started. “What are you—?”

Vex cut her off with a swift, lingering kiss. She could hear her own heart thrumming in her ears, she could feel Keyleth’s pulse thrumming under her fingertips, she could taste the sweat on her lips.

When they broke apart, Keyleth was still panting, but it wasn’t from the fight this time.

“Vex’ahlia,” she whispered, as she anxiously fiddled with a strap of armor on Vex’s chest. “What was that for?”

Vex shrugged. “I wanted to,” she admitted.

Keyleth’s eyes were still wide and her mouth hung open in shock. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and Vex hastily began to pull up her own walls again.

“Is that a problem?” she added, with just a bit too much defensive contempt. Vex felt a little guilty for lashing out, but this seemed to snap Keyleth out of her daze. She blinked.

“No,” Keyleth said quickly. She wrapped a hand around the back of Vex’s neck, brushed a thumb across the line of her jaw, and smiled. “No. No problem at all. I liked—er—you can do it again. If you want.”

Vex couldn’t help but chuckle at Keyleth’s nervous mannerisms. She brushed a red lock out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She let her hand linger and gently cupped her cheek.

“As you wish.”

This time, as Vex leaned in, Keyleth stood on her tip toes and met her lips in the middle.

[towez]

I was rewatching Jonny’s 1000th game ceremony to remember happier times and noticed his brother was wearing brown shoes at the event 😅 Guess it runs in the family!

So I see you also do completely normal things such as watching old videos to soothe your soul! I did not notice David’s brown shoes originally, but I am looking now, and they are VERY brown. I just know deep in my soul that if Jonny wasn’t wearing his skates he would also be in the ugliest pair of brown shoes imaginable.

Please, let me take you about 7.5 months from that video to Hossa’s jersey retirement. THESE ARE THE SHOES THAT HE DECIDED TO PUT ON HIS FEET.

Why Jonathan? Why?

I don’t hate ~all~ of his brown shoes, but there are other colors that exist. Heck. I love his dad sneakers and would love to see those more!

What can you do with the Toews’ though? Their love for dogs cancels out their love of brown shoes in my opinion! And I will keep supporting them brown shoes and all 😂

[gender-fluidz]

After a quick read through Tumblrs, I figured this should be alright

[eversweetflowerpot]

there is so much cock in my submissions rn u fkn pervs <3

[httpiastri]

I'm sorry to rumble but you're the only active F2 acocunt I know... I hate Hadjar with passion. like, his anger issues? how entitled he is? not saying he is bad, but with that mentality he will have problems to get in a bigger league. no one wants a driver that has such a massive anger issues and thinks he is without mistake and everything is everyone else's fault.

sfhdfhjs don't apologize! it's what i'm here for !!!! 😁

idk if i feel safe saying this but... i agree..... i didn't dislike him super much before monaco, i kinda just didn't like him, but now im just ?? 😭 i hate hate hate whiny drivers, and especially ones that just cant accept it and apologize afterwards... i get that you get emotional while racing but later you should be able to come to your senses??

like when paul complained about franco taking his lead in imola, i get that he was upset but his radio message was kinda icky.... but then later he congratulated franco on his story and im sure he did irl too, and that makes it sm better imo. but isack? complaining about getting a penalty in melbourne despite how he clearly was at fault there? and screaming like that on the radio both in monaco and yesterday during quali?? pretty awkward if you ask me 😶

[bleeding-souls]

A big shout out to the Rolan fics where Tav grabs his drunk ass and drags him away to sober up and give him a piece of their mind at Last Light.

Yes your honor, I did pull the grumpy wizard by his little collar and I would do it again. 😘

[justfriendsbestthings]

Simon‘s Month Day 21: Red Light

@youngroyals-events

[bethanyactually]

Nancy Drew + text posts (25/?)

4.03 || The Danger of the Hopeful Sigil (1/3)