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YESSS 😈

Do you have a Milo Invincible (Milovincible??) image ⁉️🙏🏽

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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who's suicidal or depressed.

no one should scroll past this

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"self conscious werewolf boyfriend confides in you" alt. ending

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(note: my sweetheart goes by they/them pronouns!)

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thinking about danny's kiss post.... 💭 milo greer is a neck kisser and an inner thigh kisser till the day he DIES.

I like to think that milo is VERY possessive (rivaling david), so he likes to kiss sweetheart in places where he can easily drown himself in their warmth and scent.

kissing on the lips is definitely his favorite, giving sweetheart searing kisses with just a hint of teeth that makes both of their heads spin..

but he also LOVES dipping his head down to kiss their neck, right at the pulse point. sweetheart's familiar scent drives straight into his core, lighting up every single thread. it riles him up and steadies him all in the same breath, feeling his mate's heart beat so fast under his touch. all for him.

and god, sweetheart's thighs? milo greer is nothing if not a thigh man. in their most private, intimate moments, milo won't hesitate to kiss all the way down sweethearts body, creating a pathway to where they want him most. yet instead of ending his teasing, he dives his head down to kiss at their thighs. How can you blame him? it's his favorite spot in the world. Warm and heady, the perfect place for him to completely drown in sweetheart. the magnificient thing they are.

expect him to take extra time tending to just their thighs, kissing and sucking every single inch of them until he's content (or until sweetheart gives in and begs so so sweetly for him)

and don't forget milo's a wolf, his teeth are just as present on sweetheart's body as his lips. how else would he mark his claim?

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WHOO is hating on it ?? HUHH

everyone hating on the new milo audio are fake milo fans gtfo my face

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IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF IM LITTERY CUMMING IN MY PANTA OMFG OMFG OMFG SNEHEUDBSBANWKEIFUCHXBS E EKDOCICHSBWBSB

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But when I start beating my meat bc of this yall gonna look at me funny

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Arches National Park, Utah photo: Elliot McGucken

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LETS FUCKING GOOO HES BACK IVE MISSED MY BABAYYYYY SO MUCHH

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hush wants that cookie so fuckin bad holy shit

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Thought about a conversation I had a long time ago cause I’m watching movie by myself again

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this is so specific but in sinners I really liked how the cotton plantations are depicted. there's so many shots of them driving or walking through cotton fields which just feel infinite and really span into the distance, maybe a single tree in the frame. it's such a small detail but it really conveys the sense unending labour and the scale of exploitation of Black people in that industry in the US, like of course the cotton fields would have seemed/felt endless, especially as you work in them all day... Ryan Coogler i love you

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Lovers Rock

T | 1.8k | Milo/Sweetheart

Milo always got asked how he did it. How he managed to go six years without a fight with his Sweetheart. The truth? He didn’t. They squabbled constantly, and sometimes it escalated into something more, something bigger. Two strong-headed, stubborn people going at it, facing off. Things were said that weren’t meant. Things were said that were meant, and that was worse. But, there was never a time that Milo thought it was the end of their relationship. There was never a time where it was so bad that, after cooling down, Milo thought ‘We can never recover from this.’ ‘Cause, for god sake, he loved his Sweetheart too much to let them go now.

After a fight, Milo comes to his senses. The next step: reconciling with his Sweetheart.

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[Abreviated] Tags: Fluff, there's like ,,, a drop of Angst in there, Slow Dancing, resolving fights, No Plot/Plotless, Slice of Life

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(places this small Milo/Sweetheart scene at your doorstep, runs away)

Milo had taken a habit of kissing Sweetheart’s hands whenever and where ever he could. They would give him something and he’d take their hand before it pulled away and kiss their knuckles. If they were holding hands, it was endless opportunities to kiss them. He’d kiss them if Sweetheart was working to much again, soothing the slight ache that he had no don’t was laying deep in them. He’d kiss them during pack meetings when things were slow. He’d kiss them while half asleep, laying together in their bed. They’d cradle his face and he’d be turning his head to kiss their palm. They’d be having a conversation on the couch, facing one another, and Milo wouldn’t let their hands go, smattering kisses across them both every once in a while. He’d kiss them after a long day of worrying after them. He’d kiss them on their dates, a heat behind his eyes that made Sweetheart blush just a bit. He’d kiss them if either of them was rushing out the door particularly quickly that morning.

When Sweetheart asked why he did this, sitting together on the couch one day, Milo would shrug. “It’s you,” he’d say. “You ever hear of cuteness overload?”

Sweetheart nodded.

“It’s like that,” Milo went on, “the only difference is it’s not just the cuteness that gets to me. I’m overwhelmed with the idea of you in my life. I mean, I get to have all of you, and that just about makes me the luckiest bastard in all of Dahlia.” He paused, taking a moment to rub his thumb along Sweetheart’s hands were they lay intertwined. “It’s a surge of love, and appreciation, and admiration, and just about everything else,” he says, bringing their hand up to kiss along it as he did, “Because I love you. I’m over the moon about you, Sweetheart, you should know this.”

“Oh,” Sweetheart breathed. “That’s…”

They didn’t finish their sentence, but the loopy grin that was pulling at the corners of their mouth seemed to say it all.

“It’s also partially a make-out controller,” Milo added, half-serious. “Most of the time when I kiss your hand it’s to suppress the urge to straight up make-out with you. If I had any say, there’s be a one thousand percent uptick in the amount of times my mouth ends up on yours, and-”

Milo was cut off by Sweetheart pulling him down into a kiss. He could feel their smile against his lips and he had the familiar rush through his chest.

“I don’t know about a one thousand percent,” Sweetheart said when they pulled back, “but I wouldn’t mind a smaller uptick. If you can control yourself with this new given power.”

Milo grinned wolfishly. “Oh, I am the king of control, Sweetheart. Do you want me to show you?”

Sweetheart let out a small noise when they were dragged onto Milo’s lap, only for it to turn into a breathy giggle when Milo pulled them in for another kiss.

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ANTONNNNNNNNN

Starving from lack of Anton content so I shall feed myself.

Here’s some Anton headcanons:

Anton smells like cinnamon and he feels like a warm fireplace. When Love hugs him and buries their head in his chest or the crook of his neck, they feel like they’re right at home.

Anton is Love’s rock. Their lighthouse on a stormy night. Whenever Love comes back home from work, all they need is a hug from him and all the stress built up from the day vanishes. He’s always there to ease their worries and support them.

Anton wears glasses. He’s got warm winter coat, glasses, and long(ish) hair vibes

On cold winter nights Anton will shift for Love and they’ll cuddle in front of the fireplace with some hot chocolate as they enjoy each other’s company in comfortable silence

Once Anton leaves for the project (in the dream), Love would make their own cup of hot chocolate. It never turns out exactly the way they’re used to though. They can never recreate how Anton does it, so they sip their failed attempts in silence, alone, and in the dark.

Anton’s cooking is amazing, even though he downplays it. He’s a wizard in the kitchen and can whip up anything, even with limited ingredients

Anton’s kisses are like liquid chocolate - sweet, and rich. Love can feel themself melting in each one.

Anton gibs nice kithes (canon)

Anton and Love will spend the end of each day unwinding in each others arms. He’ll stroke their back softly and kiss their forehead as they drift off into comfortable bliss

They giggle a lot when they’re together. Anton’s very sappy and corny when they’re in private. They love it.

Anton’s eyes literally melt when his gaze falls on Love. When Love sees him from far away with that adoring face, they blush and quickly run/skip toward him.

Wolf Anton is like Sam - calm, but can really pack a punch when needed.

Non-dream Anton also has a collection of little machine parts that he fiddles with at home. Love will sit next to him and take care of their plants - the sounds of metal are their favourite kind of ASMR, and they treasure the quality time spent with him, even if they do different things

Anton gifts Love a different plant every year for their birthday

Whenever Anton does have to go on a business trip, he’ll bring a small potted plant (Love gifted it to him the first time he had to leave. He appreciates being able to have a small part of home with him wherever he goes. The plant is infused with Love’s magic as well, so being near it reminds Anton of them)

Wolf Anton’s fur is a rich dark brown, like the earth. Love likes to decorate his fur with flowers they find, and jokes that he has flowers growing out of him.

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Hc that Milo wears makeup

A bit of eyeliner, concealer, foundation, etc

Enough to accentuate his naturally handsome features

Nothing too over the top

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Milo is a worshipper. A worshipper of Sweetheart, to be more specific.

His hands always find its way on their body, caressing it in slow, gentle motions. He holds them with so much care and love.

When Sweetheart straddles his lap as they kiss in the warm light of the evening sun, Milo holds them in place. His hands dance from the back of their head to their lower back, fingers playfully finding their way under the hem of their shirt. His hand moves higher, feeling the skin of their back and enjoying the way their muscles tense and slacken under his touch.

When they approach him after he comes home, he doesn’t hesitate to drop his bag to the floor and envelope them in a hug. His hand wraps around their body, starting from the curve of their waist and travelling up in slow motions, until he caresses the skin showing on their shoulders. He holds them like they’re his world. He buries his nose in the crook of their neck while his hands tighten around their waist, holding them closer with strong arms.

He takes every opportunity to hold them and feel their skin, and kisses it too. His actions communicate so much love, he makes Sweetheart weak in the knees.