lastofdanny

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Nothing horny to say, but if yall keep talking about that one topic on Danny’s hashtag one more time I’m gonna lose it. End that conversation NOW y’all sound like little obsessed fangirls please. It’s annoying and unbelievably unbearable to go through the # to find some content and all I get is that topic as suggestions atp yall made it his personality which btw his acting/ played characters should be the focus but oh what do I know. His private life shouldn’t matter to us move on the fuck.

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Blah blah proper name, place name, back story stuff

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https://x.com/sunsetterdr/status/1937792404293345324?s=46 heree

THANK UUUUUU SO MUCHHHHHHH UR AN ANGEL TY TY

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wdym danny spoke portuguese in his live and i didnt see it NOOOOOOO I NEED VIDEOS PLSSSSSSS help a brazilian out

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i just know danny will YAP about the palmeiras x inter miami match tonight

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I'm just doomscrolling, minding my business, and then all of a sudden I see Danny's new tiktok and my heart rate instantly picked up

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Danny Ramirez on TikTok 22nd Jun 2025

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still thinking about this i love him sososo muchhhhhh

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writing is so fun

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There’s just something about him <3

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I'm in love with all the new content that we are getting at the moment.

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BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA YESSS LORDDDD YES LORD

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Danny Ramirez in Karol G's "Papacito"

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THIS IS AMAZINGGGG EVERYONE READ THIS PLSSS so proud of u bestie 😭💜 I LOVE IT GIVE US MOREEEEEEE

Not Supposed To

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

🪞Summary:

It started with a kiss in your best friend’s hallway—hot, fast, and cut short.

Now, it’s midnight, and Joaquin is climbing through your window like he hasn’t been able to breathe since.

He says he just wants to talk.

But his hands are already on your waist.

💌 Notes:

This was supposed to be nothing. A kiss. A moment.

But he came back.

And you didn’t tell him to leave.

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[first time doing this be gentle with me]

He was back—through your window again, like kissing you earlier hadn’t been nearly enough.

It started that afternoon at your best friend’s house. Just a moment. A heat-of-the-moment kiss in the hallway that should’ve never happened. But it did—Joaquin’s hands pressing you into the wall, your fingers tangled in his curls, his mouth trailing lower, tasting your skin like he’d been dying to.

You were seconds from giving in—right there, in her house, just down the hall—when you both heard her footsteps.

He pulled away with a whispered curse, breathing hard, pupils blown wide. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. He just slipped out like it never happened, like he wasn’t falling apart inside.

But now? Now he was here.

Climbing into your room at nearly midnight, eyes full of all the things he hadn’t said, wearing the same hoodie he left in—his hands already finding your waist the second his feet hit your floor.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he muttered against your throat, his lips brushing skin, warm and desperate. “You don’t get to kiss me like that and leave me hanging.”

You didn’t even pretend to argue.

Because you couldn’t stop thinking about him either. His mouth. His hands. The way his voice cracked when he whispered your name.

You pulled him down with you onto the bed, and he followed like gravity. Like he had to. His body pressed into yours like he belonged there, like the space between you was a mistake he needed to fix.

His kisses were hungry now—messy and fast and so much. You could barely breathe, but you didn’t want to stop. His mouth moved from yours to your jaw to your neck, sucking, licking, biting just hard enough to make you whimper. It lit him up. He groaned, deep in his chest, like he was trying to memorize that sound.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “That’s what I was thinking about. That sound you made when I kissed you right here…”

He dragged his lips lower, toward your collarbone, fingers already toying with your waistband like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to touch or tease.

You squirmed under him, and he just grinned—messy and cocky and entirely gone for you.

Then he paused.

Just for a second.

His breathing was heavy, hair falling over his forehead as he looked at you from beneath thick lashes. His hand still rested low on your stomach, warm and tense.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, voice low and wrecked. “’Cause if I don’t, I’m not gonna be able to walk away again.”

You stared back at him, heart hammering.

Then, without a word, you reached for him—fisted your hand in the front of his hoodie—and pulled him down like gravity had nothing on you.

And Joaquin?

He didn’t stop.

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Somebody sedate me pls i beg this man is so beautiful

gimme him neow