#love and praise and kisses for you

[hihimissamericanbi]

Oh my god I have missed this all of this ofc I read it in yalls voices 😭😭😭😭 thank you for blessing me today

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.” Sounds like it would be said amongst the cubs to me 👀👀👀

It sure does, doesn't it?

(Rating: E)

Character credit to @lumosinlove <3

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Leo blinked up at the ceiling fan, trying to focus on the steady whirr of its blades—on anything that would keep him from losing it this soon. Finn's mouth had always been fatal to his stamina.

A wet, slurping kiss to his inner thigh sent a shiver rocketing through him. Had Finn made that yearning sound just now? No, couldn't have been him—his mouth was occupied with taking Leo apart as fast as physically possible, or so it seemed. And Logan was grinning lazily at him from where he'd flopped onto his back an arm's length away, basking in his own three-round afterglow and looking like some sort of debauched oil painting, filthy and beautiful in equal measure. Must've come out of his own mouth, then.

"Finn," Leo whined, and was rewarded with another kiss, this time just above his hole.

"Finn," Leo said again, louder this time; a clever tongue circled his rim and then flattened against him, giving him the broad laves that had unraveled him at warp speed in the first place. Leo's back arched, but Finn's hands were tight under his knees, holding his legs open and back to give himself all the room he wanted.

"Do that again," he pleaded and was, again, rewarded. Finn was particularly eager to please tonight, hungry for their pleasure, and Leo would always be weak for it. "Shit, just like that, right there."

"Bossy," Logan piped up, sounding delighted as he scooted closer until their heads rested on the same pillow. His lips were slow and indulgent against Leo's, at odds with Leo's pounding heart and building desperation.

Leo's heart and cock throbbed when Logan nuzzled their noses together just as Finn tucked two fingers inside him, right alongside his relentless mouth. Logan's flush deepened as another high-pitched sound was wrenched out of him. "Close, soleil? Gonna give Harzy what he wants?"

Oh, no, Leo thought helplessly. He whimpered as his legs trembled uncontrollably on either side of Finn's head. He stood no chance of lasting beyond the next minute if Logan's mouth was joining in.

"He wants it so bad," Logan continued, petting a hand down Leo's chest and tweaking a nipple just to make him shake harder. "His jaw must hurt after all the time he spent on me, but look how hard he's trying for you. Loves you so much, wants you to come so hard."

Finn didn't stop to speak—like a man possessed, that one, especially when his partner's orgasm was in sight—but he moaned an uh-huh right against Leo's burning skin. Leo had to shut his eyes, head tipping back on the bunched-up pillow and leaving his straining neck exposed for an onslaught of Logan kisses.

"Gonna," he heard himself warn, feeling himself tipping over the edge. The fingers inside him crooked just so; his gasp might as well have been a scream for how loud it was. "Finn, Finn, Finn, gon—na—uh!"

It took both of them to keep him on the bed and against Finn's face as the pleasure crested again and again in breath-stealing waves. Logan fumbled for a loose hold on Leo’s cock and groaned as his hand was dripping in mere seconds. Finn gentled his mouth and stilled his fingers but stayed there until every last jolt and shudder and pulse of Leo's body had faded, leaving him heavy and pliant beneath their touch.

That clever, gorgeous, dangerous mouth left a parting kiss against his hole as the fingers inside him slid out carefully, and he twitched away from it, sensitive and wrung-out now. All he had to do was hold out his arms, and he was suddenly the center of a perfect cuddle, Finn and Logan curled up on either side of him as they all caught their breaths.

He turned his head to meet Finn's eyes, gently massaging his overworked jaw with one hand while the other pet Logan's hair. "Did you...?"

Finn kissed the heel of his hand. "Mhm. On your thighs, baby. You're pretty messy." His smile got that crooked, playful slant to it that Leo adored. "And pretty, and messy. Very pretty. Very messy."

"Could be messier," Logan offered, stroking Leo's hip.

"Oh god," Leo laughed. "Need a nap first. Y'all're tryin' to kill me."

"Aw, he's getting all Southern on us," Finn said. Leo didn't know how he was chattering away; his jaw must be screaming at him, but Finn could be stubborn.

Leo kissed his cheek, then the point of his nose. "You fucked the city right outta me," he agreed, smiling at their laughter. "Nap?"

"Nap," Logan said, snuggling in further.

"Nap," Finn chorused, letting his eyes close. "Love you, Butter."

Leo waited for Finn's breathing to even out and to feel the telltale twitch of Logan's limbs before succumbing to sleep himself. They had all night, but he didn't want to miss a single moment with them.

[nadas-dirthalen]

putting out into the ether for the zillionth time that i really love veilguard. i love to chew on its lore. i love thinking about the devouring storm, the executors, and all the clues we *haven't* found/discussed yet. i love the companions and how they act as put-together as professionals in their 30s often act (and that taash acts so believably how a nonbinary, maybe-autistic person discovering themselves in their early 20s acts. ask me how i know). i love the romances and how much life there is in each one, yet how much room exists for headcanoning as well. i love veilguard's portrayal of solas, and i love how rook mirrors him so well, so devastatingly.

wishing there was a way to shine a bat-signal at the folks at bioware without directly addressing/tagging them directly (and implying they should reply, like on bsky). wishing i could give them all head pats from afar.

i really like veilguard. i hope they know how loved it is.

because it's damned good art.

[mrsoharaa]

when you decide to storm off from the strenuous argument you were having with Suguru, he deliberately sends rainbow dragon out to stop you from leaving the vicinity until you inevitably return back to him (with an adorable grimace and all, he adores that look on you honestly, think it's super cute to think that you'd actually stay mad at him for a while...when you both know you wouldn't/couldn't even last a half an hour without smooching all over his pretty face with apologetic kisses lol) ♡

[nandermoenthusiast]

im just imagining nandermo in a very enclosed space like for some reason they gotta be chest to chest pushed up against a wall and its awkward for a moment but then nandors eyes are just boring into guillermos and guillermo has that uncertain but unwavering stare too, and is this what is gonna take for them to kiss?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

can’t ask cult!sugu for praise like a normal person he’ll drop down to his knees and worship you

[shima-draws]

Pudding: Everyone keeps saying we’re the PERFECT husband and wife…ehe…husband and wife!! Me and Sanji-san! 😳🥰

Meanwhile, Sanji: (Luffy kissed me when I told him I’d bake him a cake once we got back to the Sunny safely. Does this mean if I bake him two cakes I’ll get two (2) kisses. Maybe I should bake three just to be safe)

[joseigamer]

Patalliro! is fascinating to me because of stuff like this. It's unapologetically gay - even within its anime which aired during primetime hours in 1982 - in a way that many later BL manga would never be, like the ones from the early 2000s which would never dare to call their characters actual homosexuals. Patalliro has actually aged quite well in this regard, there's something comforting about how campy it is.

[corrodedcoughin]

When I went to university, there was a guy a year or so above me who was famous across the whole department because he was super nice, super gorgeous, and went jogging regularly while shirtless and wearing very tiny very short bright red shorts. And so everyone called him Beautiful Dave. Genuinely! Not an insult in the slightest. He was Beautiful and people needed to know!

And listen. LISTEN. That's Steve.

Hot college student who loves to get up early and go jogging shirtless and in his old basketball shorts.

Him, Robin, and Eddie all move up to Chicago together. Robin studies languages, Steve studies to be a paramedic or a physical therapist or something, Eddie fucks around and gets a job bc he has had enough of academia. They all get a shitty apartment near their college campus together and Steve finds he likes academia a lot more when it's something he cares about. He joins the swim team, he makes friends, and he finds out one day that people have started referring to him as Beautiful Steve.

He worries at first that it's another King Steve thing, but it's not!  People genuinely think he's absolutely beautiful and super nice and friendly. And so he kind of... goes along with it. He'll go jogging in his short shorts and people will greet him as Beautiful Steve and he responds with a smile and a wave.

Robin and Eddie find out while on campus one day when a group of people call him Beautiful Steve and he responds. Steve tells them that people started calling him that and It's the best day of their lives. Because that's their Steve! Their Steve is Beautiful Steve!! And they're nice about it because I want fluff and silly happiness and people are too mean to Steve

MOMO I CANT COPE. YOU ARE TRULY WIRED DIRECTLY TO THE SOURCE

Robin and Eddie FULL SCALE endorsing beautiful Steve!!! They get so into it they get the student to eventually treat him like a cryptid in that there’s sticks and badges of ‘I believe in beautiful Steve’ and it’s over a pair of illustrated red shorts. It’s a fun way of making some side income for them all and Steve gets a kick out of it.

Campus legend Beautiful Steve but it never becomes a creepy or uncomfortable thing. Everyone just enjoying what has organically grown from it all. He ends up as a ‘wheres Wally’ situation on the campus brochure. Never centre stage, always in the background and happily so.

He goes out on placement for his course and get a warm welcome on his return. Getting nods and waves and feeling like he has a Place here in his own way. Eddie and Robin observing it all and delighting at the smile it brings to Steve’s face every time. He may be Beautiful Steve to the uni but he’s Their Steve first and he won’t let them forget that

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Pictures taken seconds before disaster.

You might have received alerts about this mod updating a bunch over the past few days, after me saying I was done with it, in true aylin_origin_final_final(2)final.pak spirit. Well, now I am done with it, unless someone finds some glaring issues.

You might also notice the little icon pop up that says the mod uses Osiris scripting - that's because I now run a little start-of-game script to handle Aylin's tags and some general setup, so she gets tagged as an aasimar in dialogues no matter what race you pick to play as stat-wise, and also to remove the "Baldurian" tag from her, because it just didn't make sense for her to have it. She also, like all origins, now has her own unique "Aylin"/"Really Aylin" tag. This doesn't do much. For now.

Note, since I've seen some confusion about this: there is no new dialogue or reactivity added to the game with this mod. It's all stuff that was already there. Aasimar are simply considered to fall under the "rare races" tag group, which means you'll get a bunch of these "oh, we don't see your kind around here much!" reactions and responses. You'd get the same ones if you were, say, a dragonborn or githyanki. I also don't have the power to change the game's fundamental storyline - this is mostly a cosmetic mod. I say this primarily because of the lovely person who commented to ask me what would happen when they arrived in Act 2 and if playing as Aylin meant the "real one" wasn't imprisoned anymore, which genuinely made my day but also made me vaguely sad.

Alas, no, it will all happen as it always has, no matter my personal willingness to fistfight Balthazar and Ketheric in a parking lot for that face up there. You'll just have two Aylins on screen during some segments which, yeah, is kind of immersion-breaking, but is also honestly a win in my books.

Also redone: her starting equipment! Again, since other origin characters have their own personalised sets, I thought it fitting to have Aylin start with the Vengeance Paladin equipment, except the warhammer is replaced with a greatsword. She also gets a bag with her iconic armour safely stowed away (primarily so that the helmet doesn't interfere with customising her hair in the character creator). It's got the stats of basic plate and no special abilities - it's mostly there for cosmetic purposes.

I also thought she should have a little souvenir.

Wings Unlocked over on mod.io is a nice and simple and noninvasive way I've found to have wings you can turn on and off, aasimar style. This is accomplished by making them an item and equipping them in the underwear slot. You know, truly putting the ass in aasimar.

As a final little starting inventory tidbit, I decided there wasn't enough gay yearning in the game, so I made sure to sprinkle some more in there - while also figuring out the letters/books system. This is something that's probably way too wordy to actually be an in-game text, but I saw a chance to have a bit of fun and I took it.

Full text under the cut.

[Worn Letter]

[A carefully creased and pressed bit of fine stationery, yellowed with age. It appears to have survived much, with parts of it stained and worn beyond legibility despite its owner's clear efforts to preserve it.]

My dearest angel, The days and nights without you at my side have been long, though I try to fill them as best as I can. While I shudder to think what dangers you wade through and what sinister plots you leave crushed in your wake, the thought of you taking the time to write in the midst of it all fills me with warmth beyond compare. We are all as well as can be. Father is as he always is, and I admit to an increasing desire to inform him of our plans to leave for our pilgrimage. But I'm getting ahead of myself; those are words best spoken in person. You asked for tidings - I cannot hope to match your poetic turn of phrase, but I'll relay what sleepy little Reithwin has been up to in your absence. There was an accident with a snapped pulley while some of old master Morfred's men were lifting marble blocks for carving. Miraculously, though I was called to assist at the House of Healing immediately, there were no injuries save for scuffs and bruises. The masons are back on their feet, fretting over ruined scaffolding and delayed statuary work. I took the liberty of trying to reassure them that the Moonmaiden won't mind too badly. In more pleasant news, we found a loving home for the last pup from Squire's litter, so both of you can rest easy at last. She and the potter's children took a shine to each other so quickly, it was a true joy to behold. I'd wager you'll spot them frolicking around when you fly over the riverside fields on your way back. I picture the looks on your beloved, handsome face as I regale you - always so wonderfully expressive! - as we sit huddled together before my fireplace at day's end. Selûne willing, I will have you back in my arms soon. I gaze up at her every night as I await your return, knowing you must be looking upon her yourself, and I pray she keeps you safe in her light. Though your duties to Our Lady send you questing far and wide, I know, as surely as the tides turn and the moon cycles through her path in the sky, she will always guide you back to me, and me to you. Until then, I do the one thing I can, and pour onto this paper whatever feeling these poor words can hold. I love you. I lov--

[grimalkinmessor]

My other favorite flavor of riteru is Teruki trying his best, his absolute damnedest to woo Ritsu, flirting, flowers, not-so-subtle date offers, chocolates, compliments, until he just gets so fed up with Ritsu's obliviousness that he just comes out and SAYS it, full confession style, flowers and everything—

and Ritsu immediately locks up and goes, "Oh, I see how it is. Now that you know you can't have nii-san, you'll just go for the next best thing, right? The better Kageyama rejects you so you go for the second-place one instead!"

And Hanazawa, meanwhile, just: "...Otouto-kun, what the fuck are you even talking about"

[goodpvppy]

let me worship your very core; your skin, your bones, the words that leave your beautiful lips, the heart that brings me warmth, the way the world is reflected in your beautiful eyes… let me worship you as you are. bring you pleasure and make you lose sight of everything except of the now for this moment.

[telesodalite]

I need to be weirder about the scavengers and cannibalism...

[stillprettyunoriginal]

I realized I never like dropped this publicly-

hi!! I made a big ol list-style document of every episode and the possible connection to plant based symbolism and the victorian flower language!! I may try to keep up with it, however it won’t be like a chapter update per episode, it’ll be one page added that I’m editing with each episode I’m guessing, so it’s not a million pages long :•>

[chanshoesunite]

IMAGINE: Domestic Chan getting turned on by his girlfriend undressing

Content: Chan sees YN's bruises and thinks about the time her knees were roughed up by him fucking her doggy style. So he does it again.

Warnings: dirty talk, safe sex

"What happened to your knees?"

You glance down, stopping your process of undressing momentarily. You are just about to hop into the bathtub for a rare but thorough soak to ease your soreness after last night's challenging dance class; Chan is already lounging on your shared bed with his laptop, but currently sneaking a glance at you undressing, dirty boy that he is. Your knees, you see now, are bruised, likely from the floor work you did in said pole dancing class. "Oh, it's just from dancing," you say, brushing his concern off, continuing to pull one of Chan's hoodies that you like to borrow off of you.

Chan, wearing only sweatpants like the human radiator that he is, leans forward on the bed, though, as if he wants to see the marks more clearly. How sweet, you think, what a caring boyfriend I have!

"It reminds me of that time we moved in and I fucked you doggy-style on the hardwood floors. Your knees were pretty fucked up, then, too."

Oh. Yeah. Caring boyfriend your ass. More like horndog boyfriend.

You swallow. You remember that time well. How you spent the first two days in your first shared flat basically fucking on every available surface.

You make a non-committal sound as you try to ignore the way your nipples harden at the thought of the delicious burn of having fucked one too many times but not being able to stop. Knowing that from now on, you can do this every day, in your shared space, felt so sweet, and it still does today.

From the way Chan throws his laptop to the side and leaps off the bed you know he's not buying your nonchalance. As you're standing there in your underwear, Chan pulls you against him, hands on your hips, your panty-clad ass against his erection - honestly, how quickly does that man get hard?!

"I wanna do it again," he rasps into your ears as one of his hands comes up to cup your breast and tease it through the fabric. "Not on the floor, because I don't want you to be in pain. But I want to get on the bed and take you from behind. Right now."

You nod, because what else is there to do? This sounds heavenly. Chan makes to unclasp your bra before he kicks off his sweatpants. Your panty is discarded into a distant corner of the room, unnoticed, because now his lips are on yours and it's magnetic, this pull between you, how he cannot be close enough, how you need him everywhere - on you, above you, inside you. The kiss is messy, lips and tongues and teeth and it's desperate, rushed, utterly perfect. You tumble onto the bed, and his hand is between your legs, and the groan he releases when he feels you is almost guttural in its quality. "Fuck," he curses, "how are you so wet already?"

"It's you," you gasp, thrashing below him as you feel his fingers sliding into you again and again. "It's always you, Channie. The things you do to me-" You cut off as his palm grinds against your clit deliciously. "I needed you inside me, like, yesterday," you pant, pushing him off so you can turn around. You don't have a pillow beneath you, but the bunched up blankets will do. You can hear your boyfriend grabbing a condom and putting it on while you wait, the seconds feeling entirely too long (but safety first!).

Chan lies on top of you, covering his body with yours, his hard cock sliding into you easily thanks to all the wetness. You sigh - the stretch is delicious, the angle perfect, and the extensive skin contact makes it feel comfortable and intimate at the same time. He interlaces his fingers with yours. "Okay?" he whispers into your ear.

"Go ahead."

He withdraws before pushing into you forcefully, burrying his face in your neck as he groans in pleasure. His weight is partly on you, and so you're held in place as he pushes into you again and again, whispering sweet little nothings into your ear, how good you feel, how tight you are, how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how you still take his breath away every single day. It's hot, but not as intense as the aforementioned fuck that gave you bruises, this is much more cuddly and loving and maybe that's what makes it so perfect. You lie there, taking everything he gives you, enjoying the feeling, the closeness - oh, and getting fucking railed by a big cock.

"I'm gonna come soon, sorry" he pants, his thrusts becoming faster, "but if you think I'm gonna let you go into the bathtub without sitting on my face first, you're sorely mistaken."

You chuckle. "And here I thought this was a quickie."

Chan bites your neck. "It's going to be a long night," he rasps before coming with another hard thrust. As you hold him while he catches his breath and then feel him moving to part your lower lips with his tongue, you feel like the term "kiss it better" has just gotten a whole new meaning for you... Maybe you should thank your pole dance instructor next time.

[eddiexmunsn]

………..thinking very dirty thoughts about wade rn

[itoshi-s]

rin holds your face in his hands & kisses (..licks) all of your tears away when he has you in a mating press btw ! hushes you and stuffs his thumb in ur mouth as if he’s not bruising your hips w his for the second hour in a row :(