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God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.
Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.
Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).
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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.
He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.
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koroart · 1 month
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1am casual intimacy Superbat doodles 🏃🏻
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Sometimes Love Pops Up In The Most Unexpected Places
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princessofmerchants · 3 months
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Just a reminder that Cassian lends Nesta, the consummate book lover, his favorite book, The Dance of Battle. And Nesta proceeds to inhale it and later discuss it with him, along with reading more books like it, when she realizes its subject is a common interest of hers too.
That alongside the sex and the training, these two also became friends.
(And you know the moment Nesta realized Cass left his personal copy of that book for her, some part of her was a goner, even if she did try to deny it for a while longer, bless her.)
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captaindibbzy · 1 year
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Inevitably someone in every fandom: there's nothing platonic about that! They must be fucking!
Me, a tired little ace, grabbing them by the collar: listen here you little shit. Could you perhaps dump a bucket of ice water on your libido for five fucking minutes and imagine that someone might love you entirely and fully for who you are to the point it can bring back memories and raise the dead WITHOUT the necessity for a dick down at the end of it? That perhaps the intimacy and closeness of knowing the other person to their core, faults and glory, is not in fact an element of sex, has nothing to do with sex, and is not even remotely in the fucking ball park of sex. And is actually really Fucking Boring to read it is.
Them, inevitably: you're just homophobic.
Me: I'm going to slice you in to pieces so thin they'll be able to read a fucking newspaper through you.
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seventh-fantasy · 5 months
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你体内有我的内力? you have my internal energy in your body?
dihua + touch/hands | 莲花楼 mysterious lotus casebook ep 20
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whaliiwatching · 8 months
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sparks fly
cleared the smoke for you
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canisalbus · 3 months
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Does Machete enjoy the feeling of sleeping on Vasco's chest (like he's doing in that nosebleed in bed one) or does he prefer a pillow
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otaku553 · 10 months
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2 am thoughts about roommates
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pollyna · 2 months
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It's an accident, the first time that happens. Mav knocks because he needs sugar and stays over because Ice is watching a new movie he didn't get to catch on the big screen. It's two in the afternoon, and Ice is pleasantly warm against his shoulder.
Slider wakes them up four hours later and laughs because "I only woke you up because I was hungry and Tom promised dinner".
And so the saga of them falling asleep on the couch starts just to end on the bed because four weeks in Ice's back is protesting and he promises Mav is bed is way more comfortable and there are pillows.
(Mav ends up using Ice's chest as a pillow instead. Doesn't matter where they are sleeping.)
((They kiss, just as accidentally, one morning almost seven months in their arrangement when Ice turns around and Mav gives him a pec on his nose, eyes still close and humming satisfied before hiding his face against Ice's necks. Ice kisses his forehead and gets back to sleep. It opens a door to whole other accidents made over a shared cups of coffee and Mav wearing Ice's shirt as pj's.)
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dumblr · 1 year
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Intimacy isn't just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, going on dates, dancing, cuddling, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact & feeling each other without touching–it's exchanging energy.
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an ode to intimacy.
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sammy8d257 · 5 months
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You know the idea where a closed off mean character becomes more open and nicer when they become close to someone?
That's King with Purple
But for Purple, its the opposite
Like here me out,
Purple is closed off but they're nice, (or at least highly respectful of King)
But they're only like that with King at the beginning because Purple doesn't know him. Purple is nice and caring to King because King is a powerful, older authority figure in their life. In their mind, they are not equals. So Purple is nice to him to a fault.
(contrasted by Purple and the Color Gang, where Purple has no qualms with being a bastard (affectionate AND derogatory) to them because the level of respect shared between them is more equal)
So when Purple and King start bonding and start opening up more. There are moments where Purple gets mean. They get rude and will fight King on stuff.
And that's a good thing
Because it means that Purple trusts King enough to drop the placating, kind, and happy default, and actually show and communicate when they're upset and hurting.
And goddamn have they been hurting for a while
The idea that becoming closer brings both the positives and the negatives,
The idea that you know someone trusts you because they feel comfortable enough to have a breakdown in your presence,
The idea that they believe in your ability to help them when they're at their worst,
is so SO good to me
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hubba1892 · 2 months
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So wie’s is‘, so soll’s bleiben. (Dein Verlust | 2024)
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canisalbus · 4 months
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This is a weird ask that kind of relates to the headcanon of Vasco being a blood donor.
What's is Vasco's and Machete's blood type?
Maybe they like hook eachother up and die if they have incompatible blood types.
That's the way to go. Kinda romantic?
(A reference to a show that I hope someone here gets-)
This has no bearing whatsoever and I'm picking these based on nothing.
It would be ironic if Machete was O-, which is the universal donor type. It can be given to anyone without adverse effects, which makes it very useful in cases of trauma and emergency when the receiver's blood type is unknown. But he wouldn't be able to donate because of his chronic anemia and low weight. Type O- can only receive O- blood.
I'm tempted to give Vasco O+. Over 80% of human population is compatible with it so it's always in high demand, and I like to think as a regular donor his blood would have extremely high chances of being put to good use this way. Type O+ can receive O+ and O- blood.
Neither of them are that uncommon, and it would be kind of funny if they had the same group by chance but were only halfway compatible.
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