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#i just...the tenderness. the intimacy. the love
andy-15-07 · 2 days
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Midnight Revelations
masterlist ! pairing Drew Starkey x reader
summary: Drew and Y/n are sleeping together for the first time
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In the dimly lit bedroom, shadows danced across the walls as the moon peeked through the curtains. Drew lay beside you, his breaths steady and deep. The air was thick with anticipation, the electricity between you palpable. It was a moment you had both been yearning for, a culmination of unspoken desires and lingering glances.
You shifted closer, the warmth of his body drawing you in like a magnet. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you snug against his chest. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, matching the rhythm of your own racing pulse.
"Are you sure about this?" Drew's voice was a whisper, laced with uncertainty.
You lifted your gaze to meet his, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
A flicker of emotion crossed Drew's face before he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It was soft and tentative at first, a gentle exploration of newfound territory. But as the seconds stretched into minutes, the kiss deepened, igniting a fire that burned between you.
Clothes became a hindrance, discarded in a haphazard pile on the floor as skin met skin. There were no words, only the symphony of sighs and whispers that filled the room. Every touch, every caress was a revelation, each sensation more intoxicating than the last.
Drew's hands roamed freely, mapping the curves of your body as if committing them to memory. His touch was both reverent and possessive, a silent declaration of his desire for you. And as you surrendered to him completely, you felt a sense of liberation wash over you, freeing you from the constraints of doubt and fear.
In the darkness, you found solace in each other, two souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself. And as the night stretched on, time seemed to stand still, suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"I love you," Drew whispered against your skin, his words a promise etched into the very fabric of your being.
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that surged within you. "I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
In that moment, as the world outside faded into insignificance, you knew that you had found something truly special. It wasn't just about physical intimacy, but a connection that transcended the boundaries of the physical realm. It was a bond forged in the fires of passion and tempered by the trials of life.
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you lay tangled together in a cocoon of warmth and love. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was only the beginning of a journey that would last a lifetime.
In the quiet stillness of the morning, you found peace in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, hand in hand, heart to heart.
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leslutdepointedulac · 21 hours
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Did Nicki really love Lestat?
I feel like there's sometimes a question in this fandom as to whether or not Nicki truly loved Lestat, or if it was all a 'ruse' of sorts. Some people will say that there was no love there, either at points, or just overall. But personally, I'm inclined to disagree. The way I see it, Nicki did genuinely love Lestat, especially at the beginning of their relationship.
They knew each other as children and, to an extent, they grew up together. This already puts them in a relatively close relationship with each other. This relationship between them starts out as just a friendship, but of course this evolves into something more.
When Nicki presents Lestat with the cloak, it's him who is acting rather flirty towards Lestat, not the other way around with him leaning into him and saying
"Only the impossible can do the impossible."
A week later when they're in the room at the inn, Nicki is the one who leans in and initiates that first show of intimacy, by kissing Lestat. Granted they were drunk at the time, but Nicki doesn't give me the impression he goes around kissing just anyone, even while intoxicated. I think the fact that they were drunk was just the perfect excuse/opportunity for Nicki to act on his feelings towards Lestat.
Further down the line, when they're in Paris - and at this point have been together for several months - Lestat returns to the theatre after his 'disappearance'. One of the first things the other actors do when Lestat initially arrives, is call Nicki to tell him that Lestat is back. And once he turns up to join the others in greeting Lestat, the actors immediately part to make way for Nicki to come through. I think they all knew there was a deeper level of connection between them. They share a very long and tender moment together, which the troupe allows without disturbance. Personally, I see that hug between them as coming from a place of love, heartbreak that they had been separated, and relief that they're back together again. Yes, Nicki had previously been, and still was angry and hurt that Lestat had supposedly left him, and without any warning. Especially considering Lestat was - as far as everyone else was concerned - perfectly fine during that time, only for him to turn up out of the blue with little to no explanation as to his whereabouts. I think Nicki's anger at this was partially down to Nicki being terrified at the thought he had lost his lover, and he couldn't hold his upset in.
Skipping forward to Nicki's turning, in my opinion, his very recently experienced trauma, combined with his already fragile mental state, were both amped up x100 by said turning.
The way I see it, Nicki got overwhelmed by the recent events and his mental condition clouded his mind causing him to lash out at the one person who he loved the most. Lestat. The reasoning for him lashing out at Lestat specifically, being because he was so immensely hurt by Lestat's disappearance, with him returning acting as though nothing had happened. This understandably angered Nicki, and mixed with his strong feelings for Lestat, it all bubbled up and exploded in their faces.
I think Nicki said what he said to Lestat during their last proper interaction, because he was deeply hurt and quite frankly, he just wasn't well. I don't think he was seeing/thinking clearly, and was probably also confused by the very sudden and drastic changes in his life. This led to him taking it all out on Lestat out of a need to blame someone for everything that had happened. Lestat just so happened to be the easiest and most obvious target for Nicki to let his anger out on.
Eleni tells Lestat in her letters to him, that even the mention of his name in Nicki's presence is enough to send Nicki over the edge. But I think this was down to his mental instability, along with his lingering hurt that had festered in his mind for so many years at that point; he wasn't in his right mind and so wasn't able to give appropriate reactions to his former lover.
Before Nicki goes into the fire, he gives his violin to Eleni, with the instruction to send it to Lestat. He also says how he had originally intended to give it to him the last time they saw each other, before Lestat left Paris. In my opinion, I don't see why Nicki would've had his violin that Lestat bought him, sent to Lestat, right before taking his own life. And there is a chance that he did this with malicious intent, as a way to taunt Lestat, but in my mind, I feel as though there was some lingering care left for him. I don't know that there was any love remaining on Nicki's part, I'll be honest, but I do there was some semblance of care left in him. I don't think this is something Nicki would admit to anyone, even himself, and I also don't know that he was aware of this - that it was more of a subconscious feeling. But I still think, regardless, there was something still in Nicki that cared even just a little bit for Lestat, albeit buried beneath the darkness in his mind.
Re: Nicki's interest in the violin and his comment about wanting to 'go down' in Paris, I think his initial interest in the violin was genuine. But when people around him *cough his father cough* told him to abandon the idea, that's when it turned into a thing of spite. However, I do believe there was still an honest love for playing. Even after Nicki had gone mad, playing the violin was something he turned to as a source of familiar comfort through his dark times.
As for Paris, it was Nicki's idea in the first place for both him and Lestat to run off (although, yes, it was more of a joke when he said it.) But I think he genuinely wanted him and Lestat to get away from the village that had been suffocating them both for so many years. When Nicki said he wanted them to 'go down', I think that was also as a result of his unstable mind, and his hurt at the recent events being taken out on Lestat. There may very well have been elements of truth in what he said, but overall, I think it's just yet another example of his inability to contain his pain.
Of course, none of this excuses the way Nicki treated Lestat in the end, but I think to simply say it was all because he didn't love Lestat is missing out on taking a deeper look into the reasons why he did and said those things. To denounce the love Nicki felt for Lestat seems unfair to me given his situation. That said, of course people are allowed to interpret what they like in their own way, and if someone's read on it is that Nicki didn't love Lestat, that's their opinion and is perfectly warranted.
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vampyrsm · 17 hours
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Ok but… do you have any drunk cor unum sukuna headcanons??👀
I feel like it would take a lot for him to feel drunk but I feel like for reader he’d be the type to celebrate or indulge with her if she asked and he’d just keep going because he’s happy to see reader happy but… soft intoxicated smiley Sukuna perhaps?? Or maybe he’s a grumpy/pouty drunk?
Hmm, this was actually something I planned on writing into one of the upcoming chapters
But yeah I agree, he has way too much body mass so he'd take a lot to get drunk. I think he'd drink a lot of sake, I've written about him liking that and drinking it in one of the earlier chapters but it's more just a drink of choice, it's something he likes. Reader though wasn't allowed to drink with him
But in a future chapter, there is probably going to be an opportunity for the both of them to drink together finally. I think, again, he wouldn't do it because he's being told to but because he wants to - he also probably doesn't drink regularly because he was basically always waiting for a fight, someone was always out to kill him so he didn't want any sort of hindrance.
But anyway, I think he's much softer the more he drinks. He doesn't really have a reason to get grumpy, at least Cor Unum Sukuna doesn't. He enjoys a good conversation, and drinking naturally just opens you up to him (more than normal) and he finds it easier for words to slip from his tongue. It's an enjoyable experience for him.
He's kinda already smiley with reader ngl LOL, loves giving her his best smiles because he knows it's only her that gets to see them. So I think he'd get a little more touchy, not in a sexual way either, he just likes your warmth. He likes you close, he likes the hushed conversations, he likes to be able to see your eyes even when they're glazed over from the drink.
He revels in the intimacy of it all because with a life covered in blood and carnage, he never really gets these soft tender moments so he enjoys them to their fullest because he doesn't know if he'll ever have that chance again
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liliasomnia · 3 days
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All my parts.
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Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x GN! Reader.
"My scars are hiding Darkness, violence, vices, That keep me holding on to kindness, they all are mine
My heart is holding Sadness, loneliness, crisis, That keep me looking where the light is."
A (quite spicy) fic inspired by this beautiful art of Kanata by @/adriemori.
Tags: spicy, very suggestive, quite heated tbh, with some soft moments. I'm not sure how in character Kanata is, but he's both soft and... hot.
🌙 - For Lynnie @koumeowkami 💜 I hope you enjoy this. I listened to All my parts by Gyroaxia while I was writing this. Though spice is not my forte, I still hope you feel loved by your Kanata! <3
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Finally, he could relax.
He hadn’t hoped working at this inn would be all smooth sailing, but encountering that damn chatterbox of a redhead certainly didn’t form part of his plans.
The young man lets out a long exhale now. 
Despite the steam emanating from the warm water he’s enjoying, he can’t help but be reminded of your childish habit of blowing air in winter, your lips pouty as you watched it drift towards the stars.
He misses you now. 
Sure, perhaps this is a rare occasion in which he gets to kick back and relax in a privileged atmosphere… But it could never replace the tender intimacy of holding you in between his arms on his run down shower as the hot water runs out.
Long lashes sprinkled in lilac stardust cast tempting shadows over his cheeks, head resting against the edge of the pool.
“Kanata…” The voice he adores whispers suddenly.
Is he dreaming? To the point of imagining you calling for him?
The water shifts.
“Hmm, maybe you’re not in the mood for a bath together?”
At that, his eyes snap wide open, hot water sloshing over the sides of the onsen.
Right there, before his eyes, you’re sitting. Legs crossed, toes playfully swirling the liquid surface, body wrapped in a flimsy white towel.
Kanata’s face flares up in all the shades of crimson of poppy fields.
“Wha- H-how- What- How did you get in here?” Your boyfriend whisper-shouts, eyes of violet starlight darting to the sides to check and re-check you two are alone.
“I missed you… So I just… Wanted to have a bath with you.” You pout, looking down.
He can’t deny the way you teased him one second and got shy the next was utterly adorable.
He wants this.
“What if someone sees?”
You stare up at him, the beginning of a sigh already curving your lips downwards, the gibbous silhouette of a moon clouded in stygian.
You make to stand up, the towel around you, a cloud of dusky fog.
It beckons him towards the bliss at the end of the path.
One of Kanata’s hands instinctively wraps around your wrist before you can move farther.
He wants you.
You bump into his bare chest, the splashing water the only sound beneath the warm lights of the hot spring and the stars.
Between your held breaths, your gazes meet.
And each other is the only thing you know in this instant.
Amidst the galaxy of you and him, violet northern stars guide your heart to his; your stellas entangled the moment your arms go around his shoulders.
And then you collide.
It’s the searing blaze of staring directly into the sun.
Because you were his, haloing his full moon, the afterlife of his perennial winter.
A shiver runs down your spine the moment his tongue prods against your parted mouth, his ardent way of asking for access.
Which you grant, as you always did.
His heart is a river, turbulence ending in the peaceful sea of yours.
He pushes you against the edge of the pool, the lean muscles of his frame all too present against your bare body.
If it wasn’t for his arms caging you in, your knees would have buckled already. 
The waves at your very core throb, the ship of your restraint threatens to topple over.
And, at this point, you can’t tell if his hold is anchoring you or fanning your lustful flames.
“K-Kanata…” You whimper. 
You’re taken aback by how weak your voice sounds.
How pathetic.
And yet, because it’s Kanata, you don’t mind.
He leans in further, his sharp canines grazing the skin beneath your ear, bloody camellias left in his wake.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” He rasps. The huskiness in his voice sending your heart into overdrive. 
“I… I…” You mumble, before looking to the side.
Not for long, your boyfriend’s lips desperately locking with yours again, more hungry and deliciously violent this time.
The tips of his little fangs sink into the pinkness of your lips, in between every bite, only your moans and gasps.
Kanata wishes he could listen to you like this forever.
“My angel…” You utter, in between his onslaught of kisses, your fingertips tracing the slim muscles of his back, his arms, his abdomen.
Before your gentleness, his walls crumble completely.
No one has ever cherished him so tenderly.
If he’s the boundary between lightning and night skies, you are the breeze that blows away the clouds, the glow of his stars released from the shadows.
Damp strands of threaded hyacinth suddenly stick to your neck.
“You know I’m not…” He tsks, temple resting on your shoulder.
You hum, just holding him, in the quiet of the night.
The way his embrace tightens doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
It makes you a little happy and a little sad.
You loved feeling him close, but the desperation in his every touch and caress, the longing in every kiss breaks your heart a little, too.
’Please don’t leave, please never go.’ Are the words those gestures spell for him.
Your wordless promise comes in a trail of feathered kisses from his jawline to his chest. Your lips, akin to butterflies; ephemerally there, yet coloring his world eternally.
After a few silent heartbeats, Kanata’s hands cradle your face.
The illuminated water partially covering you two casts a faint turquoise glow over his face.
You can see every pore, every eyelash and crystalline droplet sliding down his cheeks, his hair, his neck.
Oh, how you envy the way they kiss his skin in such subtlety.
Your own hands rest over his chest; a heartbeat, broken and put back together by his own defiance thrumming beneath your palm.
In this instant, Kanata is showing you every crack, each glass piece catching the light in technicolor, melded back together, no matter how sharp and jagged, by the gilded aura of your sweet affection.
And maybe it was that, what ignited his own core now.
The next time your lover’s lips touch yours, you know it won’t be long until he’s on top of you in his bed, as you desperately try to be quiet, the intimacy of you and him, his most precious secret.
‘What are you waiting for?’ Your devious stare asks, the moment his lips separate from yours.
‘Remember, you asked for it.’ His feline smirk replies.
And you know that, no matter how exhausted you feel tomorrow, the pleasure of him and his smile right now are all you need.
The last stars would still be awake by the time you finally drifted to sleep, bare beneath white bed sheets. From a sky aglow, they bid you two farewell. Your heartbeat and your fingers comb through Kanata's hair, lulling him to sleep.
Though, no dream could ever beat the sweetness of your taste and touch.
He smiles now, soft and angelic.
Tenderly, you kiss his brow.
And even in your dreams, every bit of him is always with you.
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xorafe · 2 days
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I’ve seen a bit of mixed opinions about how exactly Rafe would be in a relationship, some write him as just plain abusive and cruel while others characterize him as a alpha male hellbent on being the provider and very dominant instead of (mentally, emotionally) abusive. And because I love your characterization of Rafe and how you write him in relationships, I’m so curious to see what’s your take on him with a gf, canon and/or headcanon.
I also know that things like this are often up for interpretation when it comes to the writer and whatever their choice is for the creative direction they want to go in but still 😭. Like I’ve fell in love with Rafe being soft to and for his significant other and not downright abusing her.
aw thank you so so much 💘 i may have accidentally written another very long-winded character analysis…
so 100% like you said, every writer has the control to interpret him differently and they’re all valid - that’s part of the reason there are so many rafe fics that i adore. there are so so so many good approaches to his character
i can definitely see rafe being abusive and controlling. he carries the trauma and self-loathing that would make him behave like that. i mean lbr babygirl is a murderer and has physically harmed people 👀 so i can imagine him treating someone he’s supposed to love very poorly. i understand the angle that fic writers take that he doesn’t know how to show love or take love or even feel love because of who he is, so it makes him cruel and domineering - BUT i think he can be crass and violent and deranged due to nurture and not nature, which is why i think he has a side to him we don’t often see
he carries a tragic amount of trauma. he struggles with addiction. he feels remorse for his actions. he cries for help from his dad and gets told to toughen up. he fears losing control of his intrusive thoughts and that they’ll lead him to do things he shouldn’t do. he has terrible mental health. and it’s all from his upbringing and the way his father dismisses him and punishes him for having feelings. he wants to get better and he just needs someone to believe in him (see this edit that owns me) idk i like to think when rafe is given the opportunity to love, he can and he does :( that’s why i rly enjoy writing him as being a bit more tender
ngl i hate ward but he ATE when he said “the devil’s got you” lol because it’s rafe through and through. he’s not evil itself; evil finds him and he’s crap at fighting it
OK SORRY to actually answer your question about how i think rafe is as a boyfriend - it would feel like i’m diverting from canon too much if i wrote him as a total sweetheart. imo he’d have toxic traits like jealousy and possessiveness in a relationship. i can see him being controlling and overbearing and bossy and short-tempered, too. but i think in the snippets we’ve seen with him and sofia, he also can be playful and flirty and sweet and actually calm
i see him with an anxious attachment style - clingy, hypervigilant, jealous and deep down, always expecting for his fear that he’s not truly loved for who he is to come true. he is insecure as hell
i also think his love language is physical touch. i’m biased bc i write so much smut lmao but i think his favorite (and maybe at times, only) way to give and show love is through intimacy. and lowkey i think he would have a praise kink because he wants to be reminded of how much his girl loves him hehe
imo rafe is the type of character that can be soft - he just needs to feel safe to do so. he requires extra care and unconditional love. he needs to feel like no matter what he does, he’s special to his girl. i think there’s an inner child in him that needs to feel like he’s valued just the way he is and doesn’t have to prove anything to be loved
rafe does not like himself, let alone love himself. he literally tells himself, sobbing, in a quiet and vulnerable and solitary moment, that he sucks. his self-loathing makes him treat others very badly, but i think in the right setting with the right person, he wants to give and receive love. he just doesn’t always know how to do it
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whytryyy · 2 days
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Moonlight harmony
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pairing: yoongi x reader
warnings: fluff, smut mdni
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In the tranquil embrace of your dimly lit living room, the soft crackle of vinyl filled the air, casting a nostalgic ambiance that wrapped around you like a familiar blanket.
The day had been a whirlwind of laughter and chaos, as you and your husband tended to the needs of your children, their playful energy filling every corner of the house.
But now, with the little ones tucked away in their beds, the house finally quiet, you both found solace in the quiet moments shared between just the two of you.
Your husband, with his tender and caring demeanor, extended his hand to you, his eyes sparkling with an invitation to dance amidst the serenade of your favorite records.
With a smile, you accepted, allowing him to lead you to the center of the room, where the melodious tunes began to weave their magic around you.
The warmth of the music enveloped you, creating a haven away from the demands and stresses of the outside world. As you swayed to the rhythm, guided by the gentle touch of your husband's hand on your waist, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.
Nestling your head against his chest, you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, synchronizing with your own in a silent symphony of love.
Each step, each turn, seemed to speak volumes without the need for words, a testament to the deep connection you shared. With every tender touch and whispered word, you rediscovered the passion that had ignited your love so many years ago.
Each note of the music wove a tapestry of memories, reminding you of the journey you had embarked on together as partners in life. In the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, time seemed to stand still as you danced, lost in each other's arms.
The music continued to play, a soothing backdrop to the intimacy shared between you and Yoongi. His hand found yours, a silent invitation to draw you closer, and you melted into his embrace, the world outside fading away as you became lost in the moment.
With each sway and movement, guided by the rhythm of the music, you felt a sense of unity, as if the two of you were moving as one. Resting your head against his chest, you closed your eyes, letting the music carry you away on its gentle waves.
In the quiet of the night, words became unnecessary, replaced by the language of your bodies as you danced together in perfect harmony.
Each touch, each caress, spoke of a love that transcended mere words, a love that bound you together in an unbreakable bond.
When the song finally came to an end, Yoongi guided you to the sofa, where he pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. Then he whispered “let me make love to you” igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce intensity.
As he began to undress you, his lips trailing kisses along your skin, you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure he offered. With each touch, each caress, you felt yourself slipping deeper into ecstasy, your body responding eagerly to his every touch.
When he finally entered you, the sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that consumed you completely. Together, you climaxed together, lost in the bliss of each other's embrace.
As you fell asleep in your lover’s arms, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, you drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that you were exactly where you belonged: wrapped in the arms of the one you loved most in the world.
This is truly heaven.
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hi!! hope you like it!! i had this idea last sunday while laying in my bed and i had to write it down, because yess!! my first time writing smut;) btw, this time a friend (an english one:)) helped me review it and added some adjectives that i never heard of😔🤞 (hope it’s readable i mean). sorry if i’m not active but my life is reallyy overwhelming😁 thank you for the followers and likes and all positive comments. love youuu🫶🫶🫶🫶
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curiosity-killed · 1 year
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objectively one of the best moments in this show
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cyrsed · 11 months
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this is going to hurt, isn't it. yes, step inside.
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fobnsfwdoodles · 6 months
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Ahem since we're in Andy world as a community right now I just have something to say real quick
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bhaalsdeepbat · 3 months
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In the vein of embracing the darkness and kinda owning it, I imagine Redeemed Durge x Spawn Astarion would have viciousness punctuated by tender loving care. Like, turning a Bounty job into a fun little hunt, giving into predator instinct and enjoying the thrill and adrenaline. Durge holding someone still while Astarion gets his fill, then gleefully ending it. They both just appreciate one another's prowess.
Then they're heading back to wherever they're staying, lingering touches and stolen kisses exchanged along the way, then they topple into bed before the sun can even peek over the horizon. Their limbs are locked, bodies pressed, secure and proud of the way they wield their combined strength. Just cuddles while basking in one another.
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sapphixxx · 5 months
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Yuko Kurose (left) though, despite everything, maybe #1 problematic would
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Like me too Ms Shiba
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crownedwille · 1 year
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if young royals season 2 has a million fans i'm one of them. if young royals season 2 has ten fans, then i am one of them. if young royals season 2 has only one fan then that is me. if young royals season 2 has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against young royals season 2 then i am against the world
#i just felt the need to make this meme lmao#i love season 2 so much like i'm hyperfixaxing specifically on that one#season one is beautiful and great obviously and has a certain magic to it and i get why so many love that season#but maybe bc there was so much hype around that first season i wanna give some love to season 2#people who didn't like s2: i'm so sorry you didn't get it#and who complain about the lack of wilmon intimacy scenes and how much we get of sara and august: die mad about it i guess#no literally you didn't get it#i personally love to see wilhelm and simon separately and see them make mistakes and pine after one another#i also love their not so sweet moments when we get fights between them - both scenes in ep 5 of both seasons - they're so good#painful but necessary and they're also so good at those moments when they're not being tender and happy with each other#the conflict and arguments aren't cheap and annoying how it often can be in shows to create drama between a couple#but that's not the case with them and when it's actually important and necessary i love conflict#bc we're coming out on the other side then#it's about the growth#all the conflict was so important this season so we could get to that ending#alright that just went a little into another direction#anyway that doesn't mean you can't prefer season 1 but objectively s2 is at least just as good#maybe i'm biased bc i didn't get obsessed with yr until after s2 came out and basically binged them both together#and wasn't immediately into the show when s1 came out like almost everyone else seemed to be#young royals#yrtalk
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stormyoceans · 2 years
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GOOD MORNING CAN YOU BELIEVE PUENTALAY INVENTED KISSING
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solluxander · 8 months
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I should be napping but I have to say this. The pikmin guys do get nasty. I’ve already implied it, I know. It’s just so important to me to have that knowledge. It was fun and giggly. Intimate, sweet, and planny of laughing and smiles. All the little happy cozy things. Again, no interest in piksmut, but it’s important to me 👍
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baeshijima · 1 year
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i cant see alhaitham as the pet name kinda guy. he just… screams of using ur first name and i think thats very attractive of him, especially when he uses such a soft intonation that makes u question whether thats actually ur name or not ;w;
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veganhamsalad · 26 days
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Amnesty please I have a sad backstory
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