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blueeyesfilledwithpassion · 4 months

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Soulmates..... 💙

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blackcouplesera · 2 months

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"...in sickness and in health." 🤣🤣🤣

via Whoreible Decisions Podcast

#black tumblr #black beauty #curvy women #black couples #black love #black is beautiful #black couple #black women luxury #intimate #intimacy #black men #black marriage #black husband #black women

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jomiddlemarch · 2 months

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for danger is in words

“My wife’s name is Mary,” he said, first in English, before he noticed and then again in the Portuguese she would understand. There was a something about her face that told him he perhaps hadn’t needed the translation. “Not so different—”

“You did not call me by her name,” Mariko said, a reassurance he should not have needed, but it had been a long time since he’d tumbled a woman and Mariko had touched him in ways he had not imagined, given him pleasure with hands he would have thought devilish clever except for the look in her dark eyes as she’d stroked him. Tenderness and wonder, as if he were precious, an unexpected marvel, not a scarred sea-pilot with manners too rough, too eager, for the subtle Japans.

“’Tisn’t proper to speak of her now, I warrant. After pillowing,” John said, using the term Mariko had. She was a widow, even if not as merry as widow as one would find in London or Amsterdam, so perhaps she had done nothing untoward by her rights, but it didn’t seem polite to hold a woman in his arms, her bare skin more delicate than her silk robe, the taste of her yet in his mouth, and talk of another.

“Men’s tongues wag after congress,” she said. “Unless they sleep.”

“You gave me great joy,” he said. It sounded awkward, formal, but his Portuguese did not run to either poetry or the sweet-talk lovers used, endearments and admissions. Praise was used quite differently here and he didn’t want to risk offending her.

“I thought I must,” she said. “You were very loud.”

He laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle that startled her, a sudden tenseness in her shoulders. He would not have been able to tell if she were wearing her usual robes, standing across from him, but naked, pressed against him, it was undeniable.

“I suppose I was. I offer my most sincere apology if you’d have it,” he said.

“You did nothing wrong. Many cry out at the peak,” she said.

“You did not,” he replied. She had made a very soft sound and he’d felt her body surge around his, her hands tightening on his back, her neck arched. The moonlight through the paper screens had not enough power to give him any color, but he’d felt her flush even if he could not see the roses in her cheeks, the hue of a Tudor blossom down her throat and across her full breasts.

“Did your Mary?” she replied. For once, perhaps, it was not a challenge nor a game whose rules he was meant to discover mid-play. She was curious, about Mary and about English women, about the world he’d left behind. What he’d told her about the Thames had not slaked her thirst but whetted it, but she wanted more than details of a silver river in a filthy city, a jeweled Virgin Queen on her throne. She wanted to know about the bed he’d lain in, conceiving his children, the bedclothes rumpled, the rushes on the floor with their wilting herbs. Mary with her bright chestnut hair unbound, a spatter of freckles across her cheeks, her eyes light. He couldn’t recall their blue anymore.

“Not at first. She was shy, ‘til she learned to like it,” he said.

“To like pillowing?”

“To like make noise. To letting me know I’d pleased her. Or that she wanted more,” he said. Mariko shifted and sated as he was, she stirred him. It would not do to think whether each gesture was studied, a courtier’s or a courtesan’s. He would not know unless she told him and she would not tell him if he asked direct. That at least, he’d learned, how little appreciated was the confrontation, even if his only goal was the discovery of her appetite, her delight.

“Without you, she is quiet,” Mariko said.

“She is virtuous, a respected matron. Her bed is empty but she is quiet only in that regard. She’s known for her wit, her temper,” he said. Mary would like to be rendered so, even if she sulked to learn he’d shared his bed with another.

“You miss her,” Mariko said. At least, he heard it thus. The word she chose was one she paused before uttering and he wondered how deficient she found Portuguese to her purpose.

“Less than I ought,” he admitted. “All is dross that is not Helena,” he added wryly, mocking his own inconstancy, ruing the comparison that Mariko posed, in every way lovely and quick, fair and bright and with untold depths he would never plumb.

“I do not understand, Anjin,” she said.

“A line from a play, from home,” he said. “I mean to say, I do my wife a disservice, but one I cannot regret.”

“Because you pillowed with me?”

“’Twas not only such for me,” he said. If he were fluent in her language, still he would struggle to explain to her what he had felt during their coupling, all words platitudes in their attempt to contain the ineffable. He would have felt embarrassed to describe it so except that he felt most himself surrounded by the sea and the horizon, by those things elemental—water and salt, air and star. Something in her answered him, even if it was an aspect she had withdrawn behind her bloody fence, and that was more powerful than any ecstasy.

“To a starving man, a crumb is a banquet,” she said.

“And now I know you have never had a hungry winter,” he replied. He’d had his fair share as a child. He didn’t mention the desperate straits they’d come to before being taken in by the Japans, the men turning in their hammock as if winding their own shrouds about their bony carcasses. “A crumb to a starving man is not a banquet but torture and lying with you was neither feast nor agony.” He leaned in and grazed her temple with his lips, traced the curve of her cheek with his forefinger.

“Sweet,” he murmured.

“You are gentle, Anjin. More gentle than I expected,” she said. He thought of how she’d become very still when he’d brought her palm to his lips and when he’d drawn her close to nestle against him as they rocked together on the cusp of abandonment. He thought of how she’d touched the scars on his back and arm, the ones on his ribs, his belly, the question in her eyes unasked, unconcealed.

“I would have you call me John,” he said.

“I am not your consort,” Mariko said.

“That is why I ask. It is not a demand,” he said.

“Only now,” she said. She looked at him and took a breath. Her lips parted, as if invitation. “John.”

“We agreed now is the only time there is,” he replied and pulled her to him, tasting his name on her tongue, sighing the pleasure of it into her mouth and stroking it down her back.

The cry she gave when he brought her to the crest was sharp, like a wheeling gull’s, and so shocking that he spent in the next instant, his groan swallowed into silence. He lay panting, his cock still hard within her, his hand at her waist when she moved to whisper in his ear.

“John. Only now.”

Shout-out to @aquitainequeen for her post on early 17th century theater and what John could have seen/quoted. I went full-throttle Dr. Faustus, as she suggested he'd had loved that!

#shogun 2024 #john blackthorne #mariko x blackthorne #lady mariko #toda mariko #romance #canon au #pillow-talk #mrs. john blackthorne #lost in translation #the importance of names #married people talking about their marriages #intimacy

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scribs-dibs · 1 month

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c c could aventurine be a husband. can we actually think about this for a second. let me be so clear this would take years. YEARS. of assurance and Reassurance and encouragement and support. but realistically it could happen right guys. right. he would have his ring under his glove, guys. because one he does not want to put You at risk two he can freely use his charms still and three less of a risk of losing it. d do you even get it. his devotion to someone after soo long and having the Right to be called a husband. i don't think there'd be a wedding or a ceremony and shit maybe it isn't even legally binding but just. behind closed doors "is that any way to treat your husband" aventurine. him being a light sleeper but sleeping well and thoroughly at your side. him looking around at your shared home and mourning the fact that his family will never ever be able to come visit him and see how far he has come but also relishing that he once again has a Shared Space with someone. kisses that aren't greedy because he knows he already has you. kisses that are so tender that it's like you melt into each other. domesticity. domesticity, guys. does anyone understand me am i insane AM I INSANE

#im not even into marriage like that. nor do i think romance is the ultimate form of intimacy #but i think just. having a title that He Labels himself as. does anyone get it..............#☆.chatter

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curiositysavesthecat · 2 months

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#poll #polls #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #open relationship #lovers #couple #intimacy #romance #romantic #relationship #relationship advice #relationship advices #relationship advisor #life coaching #incognito polls #marriage #wedding #q&a

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jukti-torko-golpo · 1 year

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Soft Romance

Stolen glances, casually held hands, faces held gently as if the hands are holding a dream in them, words....so many words spoken through eyes....Two very different threads seamlessly interwoven with love.

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effrvsnt107 · 4 days

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Alec doesn’t believe in religion and falls back on spirituality and fate in times of need when he cannot believe in himself, but he believes in Ellie unconditionally. Like he’s the only one to believe she knew nothing about Joe, he believes her when she tells him he isn’t alone, he believes her when she says it’s time to cut Claire.

#chat is it normal to believe in your friend more than the world after knowing them for 9 months #chat also is it for you to carry the same intimacy and care from your 20 years of marriage onto said bestie of 9 months?#i hope i don’t regret posting this in fandom tags #the perspect makes me scared #you can boo me but i’m right. alec and ellie are tied together unconditionally #alec hardy #ellie miller #broadchurch #nini rambles

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flowerandblood · 12 days

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angryisokay · 1 year

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A lot of “how to have a happy marriage” advice is to have sex as often as possible, which is stupid as fuck. If you both wanna fuck, good for you, have at it. But also: Find forms of personal intimacy with your spouse that are not sex, not foreplay, not ‘maybe this will lead to sex’, because I guarantee that you and your spouse will have periods in your life where you just don’t want to fuck.

Making sex a vital necessity to be happy together will turn it into an obligation and a chore, which will ruin your relationship. A sex obligation will create needless arguments, allow room for insecurities and resentment to develop and fester, and generally make living together exhausting and miserable.

Find ways to be intimately close without the expectation of sex.

#'but i don't want to be in a sexless marriage' idk buddy maybe don't get married then #being with someone who only fucks you because they feel like they have to sounds pretty shitty imo #that will fuck up your self esteem their self esteem and ruin everything you could have had #why fuck things up when you could find intimate alternatives to lean on when one or both of you aren't in the mood?#and get this: it's like reverse psychology for libido!#the less you expect and demand sex -while maintaining other forms of intimacy- the more likely your spouse will want to have sex regularly

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ramayantika · 4 months

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Okay but the life of the legendary Shovana Narayan altered my brain chemistry, a superb academic record hold, a maestro in kathak and then also a civil services officer with a long distance marriage and motherhood

If she could do this in the 50s and 60s, wtf is stopping me from doing so, when I have never wanted just one thing to define me

#samridhi speaks #also to my ex who told me things likw your relationship will never work out with him because of different life goals #lol this woman married a diplomat and they managed a long distance marriage too #her husband paved doors foe collabs with the West with Indian dance back then #this is the kind of love I want sure physical intimacy is needed and what not but God I am never giving up all of this to marry #and I still remember him saying you give those soft mothet vibes who is a part time mother and dancer #bye I will girlboss all my life and be all right in front of guys like some of my cousins who think we girls his sisters will just marry #and settle down amd to my ex too for thinking I will be easy and live out a simplw life #fuck everything the only understanding men in my life have been my father brother and my boyfriend at this point #weird that he never grew up around sisters but still is so aware and understanding of women and our desire for dreams #lol I am ranting but yes I have an exam in 6 hours my sleep got over by 2.30 #and then I was googling gpat niper prep #yeah it's first sem but I keep wanting to updatw on the info #and God knows what struck me to google dancers randomly who were into civil service academia and still being legends in the arts #then shovana narayan came up

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dnffics · 2 months

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the end of all things

by womanhunt

Rated T, 9.7k words

Tags: Eloping, Established Relationship, Intimacy

Summary:

“We should get married.” The words make Dream choke on the scrambled eggs in his mouth, and George just stares at him blankly as he coughs and takes a drink of his water. And, before he can overthink it, Dream gives in. “Ok, yeah. We should get married,” he nods to himself, reaching out to pull George’s hands apart and link their fingers together. “Did you mean, like, soon? Or?” “I mean, like, today.” George murmurs, eyes still not meeting Dream’s.

#mod.recs #1k-10k words #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #oneshot #rated t #established relationship #intimacy #marriage #womanhunt

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blueeyesfilledwithpassion · 5 months

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The Magic Of Things 🪄

Pay attention to the magic in between things. 💙🪄

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quasonn · 8 days

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Susan Sarandon From Shall We Dance

Beverly: “We need a witness to our lives. There are 8 billion people on the planet...I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything — the good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things … all of it, all the time, every day. You're saying, ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.'”

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merchandis · 1 year

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#intimacy #desire #romantic #touch #marriage

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shierak-inavva · 1 year

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marriage

real quick before i kick into full mermay mode -- been doing some lore diving and have a lot of feelings 😭 they’re basically secretly married after a night in lake town by elven & dwarren conventions at this point

(or not-so-secretly, especially after she turns up with a baby bump a few months later 🫣)

#my ocs #elowen lenbereth #elowen of the green gaze #teladriel the lady of bronze starlight #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x oc #thorowen #lotr oc #elves are swans and dwarves are smaller chubbier swans #tolkien was a very straight white catholic man and physical intimacy = marriage is just so on brand there #there's a whole scene i wrote with a friend surrounding this because we went IN on it last night #they are VERY sweet and it is very sad they don't have more time together u_u #but that's what aus are for : D #the thing around their hands is for handfasting which isn't EXACTLY canon compliant but it's not NOT canon compliant #we thought it would be cute and so here it is u wu

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recitedemise · 7 months

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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄. Still, it doesn't mean he hasn't a lovely view on it. Romance, courtship, and all the doting involved has been a long, devoted, and complicated chapter—chapter, I say very pointedly; the experience is singular. Gale, a prodigy, had won Mystra's interest when he was still a boy, and when she came before him with her showering praise, the very impressionable Dekarios was eager to please. He'd always high standards, of course, insurmountable dreams even then in his first-year lessons, but to impress the goddess of all things magic? There in his youth, the delight was worth more than kingdoms of gold. As he got older, that fixation deepened when Mystra took even further interest in him, and soon enough, once she deemed him ready, she made him her Chosen—and vapidly, of course, her mortal lover. The rest, you know. Gale, enchanted by Mystra longer than he knows, has no personal experience with genuine romance. None. He's attended family weddings, grows warm when he hears sweet ballads and lovestruck poems, but tales of butterflied-bellies and finding courage for dates? Those aren't his stories. His goddess took all that. She was his first in everything, a 'romantic' tale more a thesis on devotion and too-skewed power, and all things Gale does, he does because he doesn't, hasn't gotten. In other words, the romance he offers is the very romance he craves. Achingly long stares and lingering kisses, unyielding fondness and the whole of his heart—he gave that to Mystra. He'd give that to you. And long robbed of it all, he can only care dare to want it in turn.

#HEADCANON.#I talked to Xera about this. She sprung it into my mind...#Like Gale ISN'T naïve. He knows what he wants and gets how courtship works.#He knows all about dating and first kisses and first intimacies and meeting the folks and god MARRIAGE.#But those experiences weren't his despite being in a TWENTY year long relationship. TWENTY.#Gale's romantic experience is SINGULAR. But god is it deep—on his side anyway.#But christ? On the receiving end. Forget about it. He has to go off books and his mother's stories about their cousin who just got married #and 'when are you going to settle Gale?'#What he shows in his love expressions are expressions he's sorta yearned for from Mystra for... Well. Ever. But he was only a way for her t #feel worshipped and lorded over. That was ALL he was.#God. Fuck Mystra.#Anyway #grooming tw/#Gotta add that.#Gale apparently DOES boast about having many lovers before but considering how young he was when he got involved with Mystra #and how DEVOTED/SINGULAR he is in love I just... do not believe that lol.

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