#okay good bye

[artfinderartist]

I’m a fellow Analogical lover ™️, if you know someone does anything Analogical, give me it I beg please, tag me if you do Analogical stuff too, appreciate you 🫵

[blushblushbear]

NSFW DRABBLE WITH MY MARSHMALLOWSONA AND FUYU

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"Fuyu..." she leaned in close, her face coming close to his in an instant. It was all so sudden-- they were just sitting next to one another talking, but when the subject of conversation turned tender, she had leaned over and was now very close to him.

'Very very close...' Fuyu thought, his mind starting to drift as he studied every detail of her lovely face, as he felt the warm of the places they were now touching as she leaned in over him, as he felt the warmth of her lips, pursed with his name, hovering close-- so very close-- almost touching...

In an instant his mind was starting to unravel and his nerves her sharp and pointed as he froze their mystified, just staring at her lips... feeling her warmth...

He could feel himself beginning to melt without warning as she continued,

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do..." the words floated in like a breeze as she leaned a little closer, "Do you--- do you want...?" She let the question hang in the air as Fuyu's mind was whirling.

He had been alone for so long... his bed had grown so cold... almost as cold as his heart... but she was warm... she soothed him in a way he had never imagined... and she was right there, practically in his lap...

He does. He does want-- he wants so desperately--

His hands are on her cheeks in an instance, firm but gentle, as he pulls her lips in to meet his as if his life depended on it.

Their kisses were wild, frantic, eager-- he allowed himself to melt even more, giving into his need as he tasted her sweet tongue on his-- felt her body beginning to heat his up, the touch of her soft lips almost seeming to invite him to take more.

"Fuyu--" she gasped between breathless kisses, and her voice was like a fatal blow to any notion of will power he had left. He was weak and needy and desperate-- if in this moment she had asked him for the moon by damn he would've moved any number of heavens in order to give it to her.

'How the mighty have fallen...' he thought. But when he felt her hand slip into the front of his kimono and graze his chest, he suddenly couldn't care less.

He pulled her even closer, their bodies beginning to entangle as his hand ran down her back and hers ran over his chest.

She ground her hips against his and without meaning to his jerked forward desperately as if acting on their own. Their moans vibrated on each other's lips as he grabbed onto her sleeve, hips continuing to clumsily buck up towards her, legs shaking with every thrust.

Their lips split with a gasp as she sat up on top of him.

"Fuyu, can I--"

"Yes!" he replied, cutting her off urgently, "yes, do whatever you want with me--" his voice was weak and his body was trembling as he gripped her sleeves tighter, eyes pleading, "Just please-- PLEASE-- d-don't stop touching me!"

He was absolutely consumed with a need to be touched. A need to connect. A need to be loved. A need to be wrecked.

How could she refuse him.

She ran both hands slow and tender across his chest, looking him dead in the eyes with a smile as she did. He felt something powerful run up his spin just seeing that look in her eyes. He gulped nervously, hands now resting on her thighs, gripping them lightly.

Her fingers brushed across his nipples making Fuyu let out a gasp, then as one hand stayed to teasingly run rings around it, the other slid down, slow and steady, as she continued to smirk at him, not breaking eye contact.

Her roaming hand landed on the obi that was wrapped around his waist, and began to pull it apart. He gripped her thighs tighter as he watched her playful drop the sash to the side and open up the front of his kimono.

Fuyu promised that not a another soul can ever known how he let out a needy whimper as he felt the open air on his throbbing cock.

Or how his legs were shaking as he watched her undo her own obi, dropping it down on top of his and opening up the front of her robes to give him a view of heaven that will forever be etched into his mind. He made sure it would because he watched her with such an intensity that he's not sure if he blinked that whole time.

Her free hand slid down the front of her body and Fuyu could feel his palms tingling with a want to touch-- something, anything-- he just wanted to touch her! But he found himself so dumbstruck with lust that all he could manage was to start squeezing his hand around her thighs.

Her hand reached down between her legs as she grazed a finger along her opening and let out a dreamy sigh that destroyed him.

She was touching herself. She was on top of him, she was partially naked, and she was-- TOUCHING. HERSELF.

How lucky could one kitsune get?

She ran her finger back and forth across her opening as Fuyu watched with wrapped attention. After a few swipes, said finger slid into herself, she gasped a little as moved it in a circular motion. She was warming herself up for him.

After a moment or two, she finally took her finger out and ran that hand down his waist until it reached his cock. She held it to her wet opening and moved back and forth slowly over it-- letting the heat and the wetness tease him at his most desperate.

'Sly thing.'

"You ready for me dearest?" she cooed.

"P-please." He didn't mean to sound so weak or needy but that's what came out of him.

Her eyes lit up as she smirked again.

"Good boy."

Fuyu wanted to protest but the soothing sound of her voice and the sudden feeling of her sliding onto him meant that all he could let out was a shaky gasp.

His legs were bucking him up into her slightly as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He couldn't control it. Nor the sounds he was making.

When she had lowered herself fully, she let out another of those mind numbing dreamy sighs and then, running her hands back up his chest and leaning forward on him to brace herself, she began to slide off.

Another gasp was pulled unwittingly out of Fuyu as she began a languid pace. Up. Down. Up. Down. She was so warm inside. So warm, and so wet. And she was so close. He was instead her and she felt amazing! All those years of loneliness and grief and self imposed sorrow-- he could feel them begin to all melt away as he felt her moving back and forth on top of him. In all those centuries, he could've never imagined something so sweet. He felt as though he was going to cry.

And just as he had that thought, he felt her hand on his cheek. Gentle and tender, she wiped away a tear.

Oh.

He was crying.

"Sorry I--" he began but was cut off by the feeling of soft, warm lips on his. He craned his neck up into her kiss. When the kiss broke, she didn't pull away. Her face and hand lingered there sweetly as she looked at him with a love that he could not believe he deserved.

"It's okay," she said warmly, "you don't have to apologize."

She braced herself on his chest again and raised herself up some. Then she began to do heaven's work-- her pace picked up and Fuyu gasped as he could've sworn he entered paradise. It only took a few moments of his before Fuyu couldn't resist-- he grabbed her hips and started bucking up into her like a desperate animal in heat-- his thrusts matching hers and making them deeper, harder, faster, sweeter.

He had completely lost himself in her. He was carried away by bliss. Her moans more beautiful then any song he had ever heard. She was is savior. Not from the curse of the gods but the curse he put upon himself. She gave him hope again. Hope and love.

And the best sex he'd ever had.

He felt her nails begin to dig into his chest as she tightened around him. His thrusts became even more frantic as he chased down his climax to meet hers.

They found relief together in each other's arms, as they gasped out each other's names.

As their movements slowed and they stared at each other lovingly, panting breathless into the newly born silence, Fuyu couldn't help but feel as though she was glowing.

A gift from the heaven's indeed.

[sunshuri]

she could fix me 🫠

[lombax-lombardi]

it’s been a bit but woe Merill be Upon Ye

[ciitrinitas]

"oh, it can't be worse than the leaked dragonstone scene was! they can't possibly butcher alicent's character any further than that!" i thought, but then i looked at the liveblogging and gifs and lmaoooooooooooo. wow. not even game of thrones, when i still watched, ever took this steep of a nosedive.

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[revasserium]

promise (to be holy)

rafayel; 1,745 words; fluff, fluff w/out plot, established relationship, kinda?spoilers for raf's lvl 55 affection story, no "y/n", genderless!reader, very suggestive but not actually nsfw

summary: oh, didn't you know? promises are sacred things beneath the ocean...

a/n: @syneilesis thank u for being my lad screaming buddy; this one's for you and for raf the little slut

The ocean has always been a certain kind of poetry, hasn’t it? You smile to yourself as you blink yourself awake and the world is the size of your sunlit bedroom. Rafayel’s breaths are even, his lashes so dark and long they remind you of a certain kind of midnight — the kind that catches starlight in her hair and has magic in her fingertips.

The kind of midnight that inspires wonder.

“If you really are that enamored with me… I can paint you a portrait. It’ll last longer.”

You blush, even as Rafayel’s eyes flicker open to catch yours, his lips pulled into a teasing, sleep-heavy smile.

“I — I wasn’t staring. I just woke up too and you were blocking my sun.”

You try to turn away, but Rafayel is faster, his arm looping around your middle to pin you to him, his breath warm as it kisses the skin of your bare shoulder. He cocks his head, still blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh? Is that so?” he asks, shifting so that your eyes are level. The morning light paints his outline in liquid gold, and from here, the shade of his eyes makes you think of all the secrets the sea might keep from the sky.

“Mhm,” you nod, licking your lips, and watching with some satisfaction, as his eyes flick down to trace the movement. His skin is warm and his fingers soft as they press into the bend of your waist to pull you closer.

“Liar,” he says — whispers, before he dips down to graze his lips against yours.

You sigh against him, grinning as you curl your fingers into his hair and tug. The way he gasps makes a certain, unnamable hunger surge within you, pushing you forward till you’re pressing him back into the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips.

“Y-you — ngh —” Rafayel hisses as he tips his head back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his fingers inadvertently into your skin. You cock your head — and perhaps it’s the tantalizing line of his neck as he leans back, straining beneath you, or perhaps it’s just the morning light, falling like a lover’s caress across the smooth of his skin, the soft wave of his hair as it splays across the pillow — dark against light.

“Now… who’re you calling a liar?” you ask, flattening your palm slowly against his chest, reveling in the way his stomach tenses beneath you, how his breaths seem to quicken as you lean down and down and down.

“Y-you —” he almost musters up a glare as he hisses, “bullying the weak…” he murmurs as he tries to turn away. You twist his face back towards you with a finger beneath his chin and watch as his eyes go wide.

“Oh? You think this is bullying? But… I haven’t even gotten started yet…” you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate, the way his entire body goes rigid and then soft.

“I — you — I’m not accustomed to the ways of you humans! T-to a Lemurian like me… this is — this is —” The words die on his lips as you lean down to skim your lips along the bend of his neck, dropping phantom kisses on the long line of his collarbone, your fingers still holding his head in place.

“Hm?” you hum, grinning as he arches up into your touch, his fingers digging crescent-moon grooves into your hips and thighs, “this is… what, exactly?”

Rafayel makes a broken, keening noise at the back of his throat as you pull away, a fox-fire smile twisting your lips. You blink down at him, feigning innocence.

“Didn’t you say you were going to tell me all about Lemurian traditions? Why not start now?”

His eyes narrow as he forces himself to look away from you. You can almost feel the heat radiating off him in waves, burning from the tips of his ears all the way to the roots of his hair.

“I — you —” his lashes flutter and you can’t help your own laughter as it bubbles from you.

“C’mon, let’s get up — didn’t you want to go to the paint shop today — oh!”

You make to pull away, swinging your legs off him, but the world tilts as a pair of hands pull you back, and a moment later, you’re being pressed into an ocean of tangled sheets and pillows, Rafayel’s face hovering above yours, his expression caught between annoyance and ill-concealed desire.

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish,” he cocks his head, lips drawn into a delightful pout as you try to tug your hand away. He huffs as he pins you down harder, the redness in his cheeks deepening even as he leans in.

“Who said I was starting anything?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him even as he scoffs.

“Words aren’t the only way to make promises, y’know,” he says, and you feel his grip on you loosen. But there’s a tantalizing lilt to his voice that holds you in place, a dark, faraway look in his eyes as he leans back slightly, his gaze grazing down the shape of you, splayed out beneath him.

“Yeah? Then… what’s another way of making a promise?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows as he shifts back to allow you more space. You shift and the pair of you find yourself sitting face to face, the sheets rumpled around you like a white-sand beach, the remnants of the night before scattered in the folds like footsteps in the sand.

He looks at you before his eyes cast downwards. Your fingertips itch toward him and you reach out, brushing aside a stray strand of hair. Quick as a flicker, he catches your hand, pressing his cheek to your palm, eyes falling shut as he sighs.

“There’s… lots of ways to make a promise…” he says, murmuring it against your skin as he turns his face to press a kiss to the delicate skin of your wrist. You shiver as heat chases up your arm, tingling through your body as you swallow.

You sit there, frozen, as he leans in, slow and slow and slow — till you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips.

“You see… words are a little harder when you’re underwater, so sometimes we make promises by touching palms —” he turns his hand around yours till your fingers lace, “sometimes… we brush cheeks…” he grins as he leans in further, his cheek brushing by yours.

“And sometimes…” he pulls back ever so slightly, till you feel your own breath catch in your chest. His voice is deep and warm and soft and sweet — tugging you in as the moon on the tide, and you can’t help but wonder at the mysterious forces that might’ve pulled you towards one another in the beginning.

Chance, or perhaps something much less nebulous — like gravity.

Your lips meet like magnets clicking into place, and it’s far from the first time you’ve kissed but somehow here, in the morning light, with the windows of the bedroom thrown open to welcome the sea, the salt hanging solid and heavy in the air, it feels like the first time. You can taste the smile on Rafayel’s lips, can feel the eager way he presses in, tongue sweeping across your lips as you gasp open for him. You feel the weight of his body as he pulls you in, pushes you down, and the gentle give and take of it all somehow rings out against the slow shushing of the rising tides.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless. You wonder, briefly, dazedly, if he might’ve been able to go on kissing like that forever. Do Lemurians even need to breathe? What might it be like to kiss like that and never feel the burning ache of oxygen in your lungs? It’s a dizzying thought, and you let yourself linger on it for a second more before Rafayel’s laughter breaks your train of thought.

“What? Was it so good that you’ve gone into shock?”

You blink, shaking your head as you feel heat wash up into your cheeks.

“No! I — I was just wondering… what does a kiss promise, exactly?”

And at this, Rafayel’s cheeks darken again, but he sighs and lowers himself onto the bed next to you, a finger trailing idly along the bend of your ear.

“Well…” he says, “it depends on the kind of kiss.”

You yelp, swatting at him with a pillow as your stomach flips inside you at the implications. His laughter is bright and pure and sweet, but as you both settle down again, he shrugs, pulling you closer to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“But mostly… a kiss just promises that there’ll be another kiss.”

You smile, leaning up to graze your lips against his, “Like that?”

He lets out a soft groan before pulling you in, his lips parting yours, slow and sensuous.

“Yeah… just like that.”

“And so… if you kiss once then…” you press a finger to his lips to stop him from leaning down again, “you’ve gotta keep on kissing? Forever?”

Rafayel grins, tugging away your hand, “That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

You purse your lips, humming as you feign contemplation. Rafayel scoffs and makes to move away again, but you pull him back, laughing.

“You can’t leave yet! We’ve got a promise to keep, remember?” and with that, you kiss him, and he softens. As he always does.

“I think…” he says, a little breathless as the pair of you sink back into the sheets, “we’ve got a bit more than one promise… but I think we can start with this one…” and he leans in to capture your lips in his, fingers drifting to the skin of your waist. And as the dawning day watches from beyond the window, the ocean shushes itself against a stretch of forgotten beach, water through sand like tangling lovers’ fingers, reaching and holding, pushing and pulling.

And for lovers like that, there will always be promises to keep, and keep, and keep.

pls come talk to me about love and deepspace oh m ygod

[soupfather]

Crocs are neat

[blondie-drawings]

captain, there's a problem in engineering. no wait sorry, there's a problem with the engineer (silly text post version!🌻)

[cartoonhostage]

UNCLE TELLO PROPAGANDA BE UPON YE! HE LOVES HIS (TEMPORARY) TURTLE SON! VOTE CASS’ UNCLE DONNIE IN @rottmntpeepawpolls !!!

(Pray for my boy that he may survive against MNMC!Leon 🙏🙏🙏)

[love-vermeil]

meows cutely at you (ao3 linked)

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

[tyciel]

yay redheads. more to come im sure

[obsob]

there he is......the man of the house