Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Danny Ramirez - Blog Posts
I hope I'm in your dreams (The way you are in all of my mine) - m.g.
Synopsis: Fanboy tends to drift to the background, happy to let Rooster and Phoenix shine in attention. But maybe he's found a place to shine. Tags: NSFT, alcohol, unprotected sex (Don't do this!), penetrative sex, creampie, implied cum eating, sappy emotions, dumb stupid ending lmao but to me its funny Word Count: 1.5k AN: umm I like Fanboy and uhhh wish he had more screen time LMAO
Mickey Garcia is used to being in the background.
Not to the extent of Bob, who sits quietly, observing everything all the time. But Mickey plays a backup role within the Dagger squad. He’s not sure when he realized it. Somewhere between following Phoenix around, laughing at Roosters antics or, hell, sitting behind Payback in the fucking plane.
And Mickey doesn’t mind per se. He truly doesn’t it. He loves his friends and he loves what he does. He clicks with them, they each have a role to play.
And he does well enough for himself when it comes to romancing someone. Nowhere near as well as Hangman or Rooster, but as much as they attract attention, he’s a witness to the inevitable times they crash and burn, a loyal first responder to the wreckage.
He’s happy where he is.
But dear god you have to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life.
And as Mickey watches you raise your eyebrow at Jake, unimpressed by his antics, and he rethinks his place in the background. No, Mickey Garcia is going to woo you.
As soon as he works up the nerve.
Which is hard when you keep sending him cute little smiles, circling the rim of your glass with your finger, and- oh god why are you touching his arm?
It’s been two weeks of back and forth antics, that ultimately end with him running away to the bar, or hiding outside to “catch some air.”
Bob thinks it's cause he really likes you, more than the random hookups he’s had in the past. Mickey had brushed it off at the time, but right now, watching you laugh at Coyote’s dumb joke has his blood boiling.
“Just ask her out, man.” Reuben’s voice cuts through the chaos of Mickey’s mind. He's good like that, able to pull him out of his head when he overthinks.
But right now Mickey just takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowed at Payback. His pilot holds his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying she’s clearly into you. Despite you fumbling the bag easily 3 different times.”
“Shut up, Payback,” Mickey groans ignoring his embarrassment and taking another drink.
A warm hand slaps his back, and he sputters.
“Better slow down on the beers, Fanboy. You may lose another chance to ask her out,” Rooster crows into his ear, a little too loudly.
“Shut up!” Mickey repeats, praying to god you didn’t hear. Rooster laughs loudly, slapping his back again, and Mickey smiles at his own misfortune, wondering what’s wrong with himself.
“Did I hear Mickey had too much to drink?” you call out, voice ringing out above the noise.
Fuck.
“Well, I certainly don’t mind taking you home. You and Payback still in that Navy house off base?” And Mickey just blinks up at you dumbly, wondering if you’re lips are as soft as they look.
“Yeah, we’re still there! I’ve got plans tonight, so I can’t take him home. Thanks so much.” Mickey's torn between thanking Reuben and strangling him, but you just smile, before gently tugging on his arm.
“Let’s get you home, handsome.”
The car ride is silent, and Mickey keeps glancing at you nervously.
He’s a naval flight officer and a TOPGUN program graduate. His palms should not be sweating because of a random civilian who’s wormed her way into his friend group.
But you look so pretty as the moon streams in through the window.
“I’m not drunk,” he blurts out, and he winces when the car jerks slightly at his outburst. But you snort, rolling your eyes.
“I know Mickey. I just wanted to spend some time with you alone, and it seemed like you wanted to get out of there.”
“Oh.”
You hum in acknowledgment before shooting him a sly glance.
“Now I’ll be a perfect gentleman, so don’t worry about me damaging your honor.”
He smiles at that, relaxing into his seat, and he tries to ignore the way your fingers ghost against each other on top of the armrest console.
Mickey’s almost sad when you pull into the driveway of the shitty Navy housing he and Payback managed to score.
But then he realizes, one, he’s not actually drunk, two, you like him, and three, you want to be alone with him. And something clicks in his mind.
“Do you wanna come inside?”
And you smile at him so prettily that his heart skips a beat.
“Why Lieutenant, I thought you’d never ask.”
____
He hisses, sliding his cock through your folds, bumping the pearl of your clit. A small whine escapes your throat, hips bucking against him, trying to coax him inside.
He watches your face as he continues to thrust like this, grazing your clit, soaking his cock. Mickey’s wanted you splayed out like this for him since the moment he first saw you, desire only increasing as he’s gotten to know you. He’s not going to rush this, no, Mickey wants you to remember this, him. Wants you to want him the way he wants you.
“Mickey,” you cry out, pulling him from his thoughts, bringing him back to this moment. “Mickey, please. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
He coos at your begging, thumb sweeping away the tears that barely gather at the corner of your eyes.
“Yea, baby? You’ve been so good for me, letting me take my time with you.” You nod, lips pursing in a pout as he leans forward to kiss them. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Give you what you need.”
You smile against his lips, reaching a hand down to keep your pussy open for him. He hums, drawing back to watch, as his cock finally slips inside you.
Mickey shivers, hissing at the warmth of your cunt as he slowly fills you. Holy fucking shit.
Your hands lurch out, nails digging into his forearms. “Mickey! Shit.” He sighs, chest feeling empty as you clench around him. One of his hands grips your waist tightly, and his other hand wrangles one of yours, threading your fingers together.
“You feel so good, baby. Gonna move now,” he chokes out. You nod, squeezing his hand.
Mickey draws back slowly, eyes nearly rolling back at the way you tighten around him as if you want him to stay inside.
“Holy shit,” he mutters as he pushes back in. “You’re so wet for me, huh?” You nod, rocking your hips against him as his rhythm increases.
“Yea,” you pant. “Been wanting you to fuck me for weeks, Lieutenant.” He groans, dropping to his forearms to kiss you. It’s messy, his tongue entering your mouth, as you gasp against him. His chest presses against yours, and you free your hands, only to anchor them on his back, nails dragging against his skin.
The room fills with the wet sound of your arousal the smack of skin against skin. His bed creaks beneath you as his hips press you into the mattress. It’s lewd and makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.
He feels so good, so warm, surrounding you and filling you so sweetly. Your hips rock in time with his thrusts, and you shut your eyes, overwhelmed with a white-hot sensation that makes your toes curl.
Mickey inhales deeply, enraptured by you, the way your body moves beneath. So responsive, so sensitive... Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes he'd do anything to keep you happy, keep you safe.
There's a telltale twitch in his abdomen, and he frowns; he wishes he could last longer, but it's too much. You feel so good, the way you tighten around him like you want him to finish. But Mickey Garcia wants you to cum around his cock. Earlier on his fingers wasn't enough, he needs to feel it.
“God, you feel so good,” he mutters into your skin, leaving kisses as he trails down your neck. “Such a good girl for me.”
You preen under his attention, shivering under his touch. “Wanted you so bad, Mickey. Kept touching myself, pretending it was you,” you confess, feeling drunk from the way he's fucking you.
“Oh fuck.” Mickey’s cock twitches inside you, and his brain is flooded with images of you writhing on a bad, fingers shoved in your cunt, wanting him there. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. Never leaving you empty again.”
“Mickey, I’m close,” you whine, almost embarrassed at how desperate you are, but you can’t find it in you to care, not when Mickey’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes, his hips continuously crashing into yours.
“I know, baby,” he whispers, and he manages to force his hand where your bodies meet, a thick finger swirling against your clit. You whine, jaw clenching as your body tenses, your pussy feeling molten as Mickey continues to fuck into you.
It’s intense, more intense than normal, the pressure feeling monumental, and you cry out, writhing against the bed, as you cum around his cock. It feels so good, a release you've been craving for weeks.
Mickey groans, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you pulsing around him, and his core flexes, as he finally lets your warm cunt milk him for what he’s worth.
You stay tense around him, thighs clenched at his waist, arms grappled around his torso.
It's with soft words and gentle hands that Mickey unwraps you, pressing sweet kisses on your face. He gently removes his softening cock, soothing you with kisses as you hiss at the discomfort.
You’re completely fucked out, chest heaving as your eyes shut. Mickey watches you with fondness and a deep ache in his heart. And something in his gut stirs. Slowly, as if not to spook you, he leaves a trail of kisses down your sweaty body, and he finds himself between your thighs.
“Mickey?” you ask shakily, blinding reaching to pet his hair. He nuzzles into the plushness of your flesh, thumbs gently pulling your fucked out cunt apart, and he watches as his cum trickles out of you. Fuck.
“Let me do this for you, baby. Please, gotta taste us.” You whine, propping yourself up to watch him, and he grins at you, something in it shys on the side of arrogance, but it makes your heart stutter.
As your moans fill the air, Mickey hums against your cunt.
Everyone has their spot, a role to fill, and he now knows without a doubt, that he was made to be in-between your legs.
this is a lil thot here but excuse you the breeding kink and baby fever go brrr.. anyways imagine mickey like finding out you want kids and then going FERAL. i just- that image in my head is one i am PROUD of creating
But it is an IMPORTANT thot. This awakened something, I think. A lil nsfwish so 18+, and there's a cut. (Reference to their conversation about what they'd name their kids from "swallow you like sunshine") ahoy, ahoy this became a whole thing --
--
so deep in love with you (baby love) [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!civilian!reader, aka “cielo”]
Word Count: 1.3k (always a nerd, never a blurb) of nerves, honey-sweetness, and the eternity of love’s promise
Warnings: hints of smut, fingering, breeding kink (obvi) and comeplay. mildest of mild hints of choking. 18+, please.
Why were you so nervous?
No, seriously, why were you nervous? You and Mickey had had this conversation before. There was no reason for you to be this anxious, sitting silently during the dinner he had made for you, twirling spaghetti around your fork endlessly.
If Mickey found your silence disquieting, he had the good grace not to say anything, eyeing you with those bourbon-honey swirled eyes of his that drove you absolutely crazy.
You could do this. This is Mickey you were talking to. Mickey, who had stood in front of the censor so the sliding door at the grocery store stayed open while you tried not to slip in a puddle on your way in. Mickey, who wraps his hands around you and puts them in the pouch pocket of your hoodie while you wait for movie tickets. Mickey, who brought you coffee in bed this morning. Mickey, who plays with Bob's kids, talks to them like they're adults, and excitedly talks too fast when he spills to you all the new facts he's learned about cuttlefish after spending an afternoon with them.
You could tell him this.
"Ehm," you cleared your throat, putting down your fork that had a veritable hive of spaghetti twirled to the end of it by now. "M?" You ventured, waiting for his eyes to meet yours across the table before continuing.
"Yeah, Cielo?" He must sense your nerves. He put his fork down, too, waiting patiently for you to continue.
You cast your eyes down the smear of red sauce across your plate that looked vaguely like a bloated bear before, murmuring,
"Ithinkimreadytotry," you rushed.
Mickey cocked his head to the side, eyes swimming with questions, "Sorry?" He asked.
"I think," you exhaled, tilting your jaw to boldly (in your opinion) meet your husband's eye. "I think I'm ready? To start, you know, trying? Only if you are, I mean, I know you leave again soon, so we don't have a ton of time, and it doesn't have to be now, but I'm ready if you're ready and I just wanna have a baby with you, if that's cool--" you rambled, cutting yourself off when you saw Mickey's eyes widen, his hand reaching over the table to press his finger gently over your lips, rendering you silent.
"Baby," he chuckled. "A baby?"
You nodded, slumping back in your seat, deflated, at the toll your rant had taken on your body.
Mickey eyed you again, seemingly not eager to respond.
He nods, pushing his chair back and standing up, making his way around the table and over to you.
"So," he reaches for you, beckoning you up from your seat with the gentle tug of his warm arm around your waist. "Which one do we try for first, hm?" He asks as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, lips trailing the thrumming pulse along the column of your throat. "Vero or Valencia, boy or girl?"
Without giving you a chance to respond, Mickey hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you through the threshold to the living room, gently depositing you on the couch. You gasped at the feel of his fingers tugging at the waistband of your leggings, seemingly perpetually warm, something that emanates from him, tried and true.
And Mickey barely lets you get a word in edgewise, as you open your mouth to respond, he fuses his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth as his fingers continue to tug your leggings down your legs.
Like a heatwave on a summer's day, Mickey had overwhelmed you, sunshine and molten gold, his hips now rolling into yours on the couch.
"W-wait," you pushed his shoulders, his lips separating from yours, flushed, kiss-bitten, and honeyed. "Now?!"
"You just gave this whole spiel about how we don't have a ton of time," Mickey reasoned, his fingers trailing to your waist as he rolled his hips into yours again, causing you to buck at the feel of him through his sweatpants. "Why not now?"
"M!" You swatted his bicep lightly with the back of your hand, "I haven't showered today. I'm wearing ratty old leggings, for god's sake. I look a mess!"
Mickey hmm'd, a purring little hum of dissent lodged in his throat, like a perpetually displeased jungle cat.
"Agree to disagree, amor," he eyed you as though you were the meal he had been enjoying moments ago.
"First of all," he presses a kiss to your throat, one hand coming up to follow it, fingers lightly wrapping their way around your neck as he feels the effect he has on you in the blood rushing through your veins, beneath his fingers, heated and heady. "You aren't wearing your leggings ... Anymore."
He presses a kiss to your lips, following the gentle gesture with an intentional scraping of teeth, a little bite to his bark.
"Second of all," his other hand at your waist now slips between you to feel the now-soaked lace at the very center of you, plucking it aside to allow him to stroke the seam of your cunt, his touch causing your lips to part in a gasp, your eyes to flutter closed. "You look hot as fuck. Always do."
With that, Mickey slips a finger inside of you, pleased at the feel of your heated walls around him as he plays you to an unheard rhythm, rolling his thumb over your clit. Eagerly swallowing your breathy little moans as he kisses you through his attentions.
"M'gonna fuck you, Cielo," he murmurs, the heat of his body leaving yours as he rocks back on the couch to shuck his sweatpants down. "Gonna give you a baby. Gonna make you come first, though..."
"I want that," you sigh, twining your fingers through the curls you know will be shorn once he leaves, eager to tug, eager to capitalize. Eager to make him yours. "Want everything with you."
...
Later in the night, Mickey takes in the serenity of your features bathed in the white-blue glow of the television as you two take in "The Empire Strikes Back" with unseeing eyes, exhausted and high off of each other. He had put on the movie and grabbed you a chocolate bar after round ... Three, was it?
And he didn't know if it would take right away, really. But he was hell-bent on trying, having fucked you into the couch until you'd forgotten your own name, pushing his release back into you when he had withdrawn, fingers gently sweeping along your opening to urge you through another orgasm, while keeping his spend inside of you.
Now, he's admiring you, the curve of your waist. Imagining the way your stomach will swell someday, the genesis of your collective devotion.
So, really, he doesn't know what compels him to tell you, but he says it anyway --
"You know," your eyes meet his at his words, lips curled in a sweet, sleepy smile, encouraging him to continue. "If you get pregnant this year, Javy owes Payback twenty bucks."
"Excuse me, what?!" You cock an eyebrow at him, seated on your elbows the better to take in what your husband had just said.
"Ehm, yeah," Mickey was sheepish now, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "They were teasing, you know how they are... And, well, I know that I've got it in me, so really, I don't know what they were trying to imply. Just giving me shit, I think."
You put your hand up to silence your husband, biting back a chuckle as you clarify,
"M, do you mean to tell me you wagered with your co-workers about how soon you could knock me up?"
And Mickey, expert at reading you though be was, was grasping to tell whether you were amused or upset. It's a fine line to walk, sometimes, truly...
"Uh, yeah, I guess I did..." He trailed off, glancing at you with apologetic doe eyes.
A laugh bubbled from your lips, a tipsy little thing, telling champagne bubbles as you laughed at your husband's ridiculous antics, tugging him toward you, and pressing your lips to his.
"Claro. C'mon then, daddy," you murmur, kissing him with each word. "We've gotta get Reuben that money."
--
tagging some fanboy girlies (so sorry): @joaquinwhorres @withahappyrefrain @thegirlwhowritesfics @clints-lucky-arrow @inklore @phoenixhalliwell @ohmagawd-life @moonlight-prose @levylovegood @thatredheadwriter @zombieaurora @shadeds-library @writercole @ijustwantedplums @justalonelyslytherin @gretagerwigsmuse @fanboysfangirl @siriusfahey @the-navistar-carol @jadore-andor @fanboygarcia @lavenderluna10 @thedaredevilsgirl @fluffyprettykitty @mickeyluvs @mothdruid @maxmayfield @eagerforthesky @callmemana @mxgyver @andrewrussgarfield @bioodforbiood @the-purity-pen @luxuryberzatto @liz-allyn
𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐢.
kinktober masterlist
day seven: cumplay
pairing: joaquín torres x fem!reader
warnings: smut. friends with benefits but there’s feelings involved. jealousy, slight possessiveness. unprotected sex {you let joaquín in bare for the first time and he loses his mind lol}. dirty talk, probably over excessive use of the word baby. cum-swapping/eating. the ending on this sucks ngl.
word count: 1.5k
eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.
The three swift knocks in quick succession to your front door make it known whose behind it. His unanswered text still flashing on your phone as if you were expected to drop everything and accomodate to him.
“Baby!” Joaquín’s voice is soothing, like aloe to a fresh burn. “C’mon, open up please!”
It makes you want to roll your eyes, considering less than twenty-four hours ago, him and his ex being too close for comfort were plasted all over your mutual friends’ socials.
“I’m busy!” Is the only excuse you can think of.
The sound of him snorting has irritation bubbling. “I’m sure whatever you’re doing can wait, c’mon I missed you.”
That’s what does it.
The door swings open, the light coming from inside your apartment causing him to blink before that swoon-worthy smile of his appears. “Hey you.”
“I’m really not in the mood tonight.”
He shrugs. “That’s okay, we can just hang out?” Those sincere brown eyes are the reason for you stepping aside and letting him in.
The two of you sit on the couch, the television playing something you’re hardly paying attention to. All you can focus on, is the simple black tee that tightens over his wide chest. The silver chain dangling from his neck taunting as you remember what it’s like to feel it between your teeth.
A warm, stroking hand to your thigh has your eyes snapping up to meet his. There’s an inquisitive look on his face, but Joaquín knows you well enough to know not to ask.
Instead, he waits patiently for you to open up, and admit what has you so distant.
“Did you have fun last night?”
“It was alright.” He turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “Would’ve been better if you were there.”
The sound you make is noncommittal. “Mm, I’m sure.”
“What does that mean?”
You move away from him. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”
A gentle palm cups your jaw, delicately turning you toward him. “Of course it matters,” he murmurs. “If I’ve done something to upset you, I’m sorry.”
“When we started this, we agreed not to see other people.”
His eyebrows shoot up at the accusatory tone in your voice. “And I’m not.”
“Well you sure looked cosy with Anna last night.”
And there it is — the admittance of what’s really troubling you.
Joaquín’s answering laugh has you swatting his hand away from your face. “No, no baby. ‘M sorry, c’mere.” He manages to wrap his arms around your waist as you stand to leave, pulling you down into his lap. “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just…”
“Just what?”
“We were drunk.” You scoff at his poor excuse but a quick pinch to your side has you keeping quiet. “It was nothing, really. I’d never do anything to jeopardise what we have, baby. I swear.”
Soft kisses are pressed into your neck, the sound of Joaquín’s steady breathing causing you to relax. “I hate you.”
He chuckles. “Okay, baby.”
You turn your head, capturing his mouth with yours as you move to straddle his waist. Joaquín’s hands travel down, getting a firm grip to your ass before squeezing it.
“Can’t believe you think I’d want anyone else.” His tongue flicks against yours. “Not when I have my baby with her perfect ass.”
The smack makes you gasp, rocking your hips against his. You pull back, reaching down to the hem of your shirt before removing it.
“Fuck,” he moans. As soon as your bare breasts are at his disposal, Joaquín is leaning down and takes one of your perky nipples into his mouth.
Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging harshly when you feel his teeth graze you slightly. “Want you, ‘Quín, inside me.”
He shushes you, pulling back as he digs through his pockets but at your refusal, he seems confused. “Need to get a condom.”
“Or…” You bite your lip coyly. “We could skip it, this time ‘round?”
“Shit, baby,” he groans. “Are you sure?”
You kiss him gently. “We’re both clean and we’ve only been with each other so yeah, ‘m sure.”
The next few minutes involve the two of you getting naked, before you’re straddling him again. His fingers run along your wet folds, smearing your juices around before entering your entrance with two fingers.
“S’tight,” he groans as he feels you clench down. “Pussy’s so wet, can’t wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.”
You giggle. “Then hurry up and fuck me.”
He playfully bites at your shoulder. “So impatient.”
Once he deems you ready, he’s guiding his cock toward your cunt. Teasingly, he runs the head through your puffy lips, using your arousal for slick.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes as he pushes forward. The feeling of your cunt is snug around his bare length, and he swears he can feel you throbbing as he bottoms out.
“‘Quín,” your voice is a heady whine. “You fill me up so well, oh my god.”
You swear it’s never been this intense, the knowledge that he’s bare inside of you only serving to turn you on even more. It’s why you can’t help but start to bounce up and down on his cock, desperate in your movements.
Joaquín’s hands massage your ass, spreading your cheeks in between the searing spanks he gives. “You’re so good for me baby, fucking this cock like you own it.”
His words cause an urge of possessiveness to flow through your veins, bringing yourself down harder as you ride him.
“You like that?” He chuckles as he watches the lust blow out your pupils. “‘Cause baby, you say the words and it’s all yours,” he says heatedly. “I’m all yours.”
“You’re mine,” you whimper as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.
“That’s right baby.” He presses his lips into yours. “‘M all yours, this cock is yours. So fuck it like you mean it.”
And you do — circling your hips with a squeal as you feel your orgasm grows. “I’m gonna come!”
With his feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands move to your hips, guiding as he starts thrusting. “Cream my cock, baby.”
It’s blinding, your release gushing around him as you succumb to the pleasure. You hear his choked swallow, feeling his hips stuttering as he feels you clench down.
“Oh fuck, baby, you gotta get off.” Joaquín cries, “I’m gonna shoot, you’ve gotta get off.”
You shake your head. “‘S okay, ‘Quín.” Your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “Don’t have t’pull out, want it in me.”
“Oh fuck, baby.” His voice is raspy, eyes clenching shut at your words. “You can’t —shit— you can’t say that to me if you don’t mean it.”
Still reeling from your orgasm, you lean down and bring him into a filthy kiss. “I mean it, honey.” He whines in response. “Want you to fill me up, want to feel your cum drip out of me.”
It’s those word that do him in, unable to stave off his own release any longer he comes with a shout of your name. “Shit, fuckin’ hell.”
You grind your hips down, milking his cock as the two of you catch your breath.
“C’mere.” Joaquín pulls you in for another heated kiss, pushing his tongue past your lips as he greets yours with a groan.
As you break apart, you feel him get a sturdy grip on your waist before manoeuvring you both on the lounge so that your back is pressed against it with him hovering on top.
Slowly, he pulls out of you, aware of your sensitivity as he looks down at where the two of you were connected. Joaquín moves down your body, an unfamiliar noise coming from the man as he watches his seed leak from your swollen cunt.
It’s not until he hears your squeal of his name does he realise he’s playing with it, using his fingers to scoop up his come. “Open your mouth, baby.”
You do, letting him feed it to you and greedily swallowing it. When he reaches down again, he brings some of it to your stomach, massaging it into your skin.
“‘Quín!”
“Shh, ‘s okay. Just wanna mark you up all nice and pretty.”
You feel him settle between your thighs, and you look down to see his curly hair for a split second before his tongue is licking you clean.
Arching up into his mouth, your hand immediately go to his hair. “Oh my god!”
He pulls back, winking at you before climbing back up your body. Tapping his finger against your bottom lip, you understand what he wants. He leans forward, and it’s only when you taste the familiar bittersweet flavour that you realise what he’s doing.
The two of you swap the mixture of your combined releases, panting into each other’s mouths at the act.
“Quín,” you pant against his lips.
He shushes you sweetly, “I know, baby.”
Then you’re kissing softly, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies as you slowly come down from the high.
“God baby, you look so pretty like this.”
You can’t help but giggle at his gentle praise. “You’re too cute.”
“Mm, lemme enjoy my girl.” His nose brushes against yours.
“Your girl?” He hums softly at your proposal. “I like it.”
“Good.” Joaquín smiles. “‘Cause ‘m not letting you go.”
DANNY RAMIREZ training for CA: BNW
“This is for the sports”
God damn🥵
Thank you Danny for the content we desperately needed 🫠
check the source link or HERE for #125 gifs of 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐳 as 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 in 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 (𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝) (2025). all gifs were made entirely from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes. please REBLOG this post if you found it useful and check my rules for more info.
check the source link or HERE for #500 gifs of 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐳 as 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 in 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝) (2025). all gifs were made entirely from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes. please REBLOG this post if you found it useful and check my rules for more info.
check the source link or HERE for #206 gifs of 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐳 as 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 in 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. all gifs were made entirely from scratch by me for role playing purposes so please REBLOG if you found this post useful and check my rules for more info.
check the source link or HERE for #206 gifs of 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐳 as 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 in 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. all gifs were made entirely from scratch by me for role playing purposes so please REBLOG if you found this post useful and check my rules for more info.
check the source link OR HERE for #232 gifs of 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐙 as 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 in 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐔𝐓. all gifs are made entirely from scratch by me for roleplaying purposes. please REBLOG this post if you found it helpful and check my rules for more info.
If you click HERE you’ll find 200 gifs of Danny Ramirez from his role in Chestnut. He is of Colombian and Mexican descent, so please cast accordingly. All gifs were made by me and are 268 x 170. You are welcome to resize these/edit for personal use, but do not redistribute or claim them as your own. Content warning: flashing lights, drinking, kissing
You know what I love what we got from TGM is the friendship between Lewis and Danny, like Danny is the clearly Extrovert to Lewis's introverted, and any content I get of this friendship I eat up, it seems genuinely pure 🫶🏻
dannyramirez: Had an unbelievable race weekend with @heineken_us! The most unique way to experience the city l grew up in. I made a ton of friends and memories I'll have forever. Drink Heineken.
[ HERE ] you’ll find #165 gifs of the actor, Danny Ramirez, from his role in the movie, Look Both Ways (2022). I hope that these gifs can be useful to someone. You can find my rules here. Suffice it to say that I ask that the time I spent making these be respected and that the fc himself be respected. These gifs also feature the actor, Lili Reinhart. In terms of triggers: this pack contains kissing, semi-nudity, pregnancy, and alcohol. If you found these gifs to be helpful, please like and/or reblog this post. Enjoy!
Danny Ramirez Gif Pack
In this post’s SOURCE LINK, you will find #55 gifs of Danny Ramirez as Mario Martinez in On My Block. All gifs were made from scratch by me, and are sized 250x140. You may use them in sidebars, crackships, gif icons, so long as you give me credit(please tag me if you do so).
just needed to share this pic with y’all
@fanboygarcia @rae-gar-targaryen thought you’d might like this🫶