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#small intimacies
otaku553 · 9 months
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2 am thoughts about roommates
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fumifooms · 2 months
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What is this noncommittal casual hug reciprocation advanced technique
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ectoplasmer · 1 year
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MOST NORMAL THING EVER but like… holding your f/o’s hand… running your thumb over their knuckles and feeling the dips and rises of their bones… resting your fingertips in the spaces between their knuckles and feeling like you’re completing them, filling in the empty spots… pressing your palm together with theirs and feeling the way they slide into place perfectly and the warmth that radiates from their hand over time… aaaaaa
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anonbeadraws · 2 years
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hands hands hands WIP of Ahme and Refrayne (who belongs to @milkybishop!)
commission info in source <3
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crispywizardtale · 7 months
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bubblegeon · 1 year
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Just for a little while. Can we stay this way?
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pettyoddity · 1 day
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coffee break
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rotisseries · 1 year
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max mayfield and mike wheeler same person but the difference is an avoidant attachment style vs an anxious one
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justgloomythoughts · 7 months
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You don’t understand how much I crave soft intimacy. Laying my head on your shoulder or playing with your hair absentmindedly. The gentle kind of love.
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mamawasatesttube · 10 months
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taps mic. gay little mental image for the road. kon putting on a dress and asking tim to zip him up even though he could very easily do it himself (ttk even if he couldn't reach, which he def is flexible enough to reach) but it's about the intimacy and the little things and he is simply kon "acts of service" el, and it makes his gay little heart flutter to have tim doing it for him. bonus points if tim's fingers brush his back too
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bisamwilson · 1 year
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Sam bustles around the kitchen, cleaning off counters he’d deep cleaned two days ago, grabbing dishes out of the dishwasher that really could wait until tomorrow morning, putting some elbow grease into trying to get out the stubborn spot on their stove that’s been there since they moved in and that Bucky’s not sure will ever go away. They’ve been home from their last mission about a sum total of fifteen minutes, and Sam’s still in frenzy mode.
If there’s anything Bucky’s learned in all the years he’s been around his partner, it’s that Sam’s never really quite figured out how to slow it down.
Good thing Bucky’s always happy to help.
He straightens up from where he’s leaning against their kitchen’s entryway and walks over towards Sam, purposefully making his footfalls a little louder than normal so he doesn’t sneak up behind him.
“We’ve been awake for almost thirty-six hours, sweetheart,” Bucky almost croons, cozying up behind Sam and wrapping his hands around his front. Bucky himself doesn’t really need the sleep—not the way that Sam does—but he’s found Sam’s a little bit more willing to be pulled into slumber if they’ve both gone without for a while.
Just a little, though.
“I’m so close to getting this grease stain out,” Sam says, huffing a bit between words, his metaphorical feathers ruffled up, trying his best to resist Bucky’s attempts to get him to sleep.
Bucky knows Sam isn’t getting that stain out, knows that vibranium wool wouldn’t be enough to get that stain out, but Sam’s working at it like he’ll get it out if it’s the last thing he ever does, Bucky’s soft crooning be damned.
Time to bring out the big guns, Bucky thinks, nuzzling at Sam’s neck before peppering soft kisses all over it.
It slows Sam down enough that Bucky knows he’s at least got an opportunity here, so he kisses a little slower, a little more sensual.
They’re both too tired to do anything tonight, but neck kisses have always been Sam’s kryptonite; they might be the only thing capable of distracting him when he’s this wound up.
The mission hadn’t exactly been a pretty one, after all.
“Wanna snuggle up to you tonight, angel,” he whispers in between kisses, voice soft and adoring. “Hold you all night long, keep you warm.”
That’s the last push Sam needs to relax his shoulders, setting his cleaning supplies over to the side and breathing in deeply as Bucky places one last kiss on his neck.
“Ready for bed, angel?” Bucky asks, as quiet as he can, and Sam just turns around in his arms in answer, wrapping his own arms around Bucky’s back and tucking his face into the crook of Bucky’s neck instead.
“Shower first?” he mumbles, the already quiet question muffled by the words being spoken into his neck, but Bucky hears him anyway, bending down just enough to pick Sam up, wrapping his legs around his waist and carrying him off to the shower.
Sam doesn’t take his face out of the crook of Bucky’s neck until he’s placed back on his feet, the warm spray at his back still cooler than the feeling of Bucky’s hands on his abdomen, sudsing him up.
It’s a quick shower, warm but mostly utilitarian, a few kisses when Bucky just can’t help himself aside. They dry off only enough to not be uncomfortable between the sheets, and Bucky picks an already almost asleep Sam up one last time to carry him over to bed.
Sam immediately turns over to lay half on top of him, burying his face in Bucky’s neck once again, like it’s a barrier to keep out everything else. Bucky knows it won’t be long until Sam moves—knows Sam sleeps like a hurricane when he feels safe enough to, always looking for the cool spot—but it’s enough to warm Bucky all over for now.
“Good night, sweetheart,” he says, wrapping his arm in tighter around Sam. “I love you.”
All he gets is Sam’s soft, slow breathing in reply, but he knows Sam falling asleep next to him that easily is an “I love you” in its own right.
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warmshell · 10 months
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More than anything else that body wanted to sleep. Sleep and wake up in another world. With the smell of her skin in the air that he breathed
Arundathi Roy, The God of Small Things
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momotonescreaming · 6 months
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I actually managed to get some writing done today! Have a snip!
They’re better now — the scars — faded and shiny white, instead of angry and red. From Steve diligently putting on oils and creams on them, gently rubbish them into his skin. When Steve was first recovering, once the stitches were out, way before they were dating — back when it was fleeting glances and daydreams — Eddie had helped with the road rash all the way down his back.
Steve’s skin was warm, and tanned, and Eddie’s face burned like a forest fire as he swept his hands over Steve’s back. Feeling his muscles under the palms of his hands, the curve of his hips. At the time he was glad it was only his back he needed help with. So Steve couldn’t see his blushing face, feel his heated gaze, look at him with all knowing eyes.
Now, however, Eddie knows he’s free to touch, if he so wants. And boy, does he want. Almost all the time, actually.
Wants to stand behind Steve and run his calloused fingertips down his boyfriend’s spine. Wants to feel him shiver, feel the goosebumps raise on his skin. Wants to watch as Steve tilts his head up, arches into it, sinks into the sensation. Eddie wants to reach the small of his back, rest his hand there. Wants to gently press down, the way he did last night, as he guided Steve into him. Wants to know if he’ll groan in that way that he does — the groan that always does things to Eddie — sends blood rushing straight to his cock.
But now isn’t the time for that. Steve has to get ready, and Eddie isn’t as up for it as his horny mind probably wants him to be. Their bed is comfortable, it’s still early, and sleep is still clinging to the edges of his mind, thick and heavy.
And if Eddie stands up straight? He is definitely going to feel pain shoot straight down his body. Down his back, to his thighs, his ass. A good pain, of course. A tired, pleasant ache, he’ll feel deep in his muscles. Memory of a night well spent. He’s going to spend today at home, he knows, trying not to waddle when he walks.
So Eddie just sinks into Steve’s side of the mattress, head still propped up on his hands, and watches his boyfriend get ready. Steve unscrews the lid of a palm sized container, and scoops out some gooey moisturiser that Eddie knows claims to smell like grapefruit.
“It’s breakfast with Robin today, right?” Eddie asks, words slightly mumbled as his hand smooshes his face, making eye contact with Steve through the reflection of the mirror. “Or is it your work brunch?”
“Work brunch is next weekend,” Steve replies, smiling as he rubs the moisturiser into his skin. Eddie follows the motion with his eyes. “It’s Robin today.”
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hymnsandhearses · 7 months
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Me:
Mime:
Me: I hear you. Small talk is torture.
Mime:
Me: 😂 exactly!
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v-arbellanaris · 1 year
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lol im almost in tears at work thinking about handers. specifically mage hawke and anders. two mages, happily in love and free from the circle. especially older mage hawke and older anders with grey in their hair, (with. KIDS. ?!), and the vague sense of choked awe from the (former) circle mages they meet. when i was in the circle, love was only a game. it gave the templars too much power if there was something you couldn't stand to lose. no mage i know has ever dared to fall in love. this is the rule i will most cherish breaking. how many of them watched their lovers -- lovers they never held or slept with or even kissed -- turned tranquil, how many lost their lovers overnight to failed harrowings. how many mages kept their eyes shut, turned away from intimacy, out of fear it could be used against them. that they would be used against someone else, their lives ripped away for the crime of falling in love. how many heard the screams of mothers ripped away from their children just after birth. how many heard the sobbings of apprentices ripped from their families at night. and then, to see handers -- both mages, both so fiercely, unrepentantly, defiantly in love. mages who love each other, who have loved each other for years, who will always have each other, when they've never had that before. doesn't it give you hope for the future.
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scribefindegil · 1 year
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Howdy, I think you might be making an ekurei shipper out of me XD I never really thought about them much but I'm really resonating with these posts. Not only that but I'm realizing that its so up my alley because I love love love like, unusual fantasy situations where characters experience intamacy in unconventional ways, something I feel like I don'tfind very often outside of my own and my friends' writing in our own lil corner. Like woah...the romantic potential of possession, being closer to your partner than humanley possible...imagine how humbling it would be to realized you are loved and trusted enough to be invited to share your partner's mind and body as an act of love instead just using that ability against strangers to your own ends...[cries a little] Who even needs that dang guard. Maybe I'm so enraptured with this stuff cause I'm ace, lol
Yeah yeah yeah that's it exactly!! The potential for sff to create types of intimacy that wouldn't be possible in real life is a huge part of its appeal! I've seen people compare Dimple possessing Reigen to Steven Universe fusion and I've compared it to drift compatibility myself and both of these things are very tasty, but for me it hits even harder because for them the intimacy is a choice, not a natural byproduct or an intentional prerequisite. Like, it's one thing for a sff setting to make an unconventional form of intimacy part of its worldbuilding like SU and PacRim do, but it's another thing entirely when it isn't an established part of the worldbuilding but something that the characters figure out on their own!
Like you said, for most of his existence Dimple has used possession as a tactic of violation and control. That's what you do when you're an evil spirit! It represents where he is at the beginning of the series; his view is that relationships are about who has the most power and who has the least, and if you have more you're going to use it to manipulate and subsume anyone less powerful than you. And then he starts changing! And by Season 2 he's using possession as a form of protection, not for himself but for Mob. Even when he possesses people without permission (Shinra and that one bully), he's not doing it to help himself! He does it to Shinra to get him out of danger (and says, notably, that if he let Shinra die then Mob would never trust him again), and he does it to the bully to protect Mob (and he stops when Mob says to!). And then in Mogami Arc we get the first instance of Dimple possessing someone because they explicitly asked him to, where he protects Mob's body while his soul isn't in it. Possession not only as protection but as trust! And you can tell from his reaction that this is something that Dimple has never considered before! And you can tell from how shocked he is during World Domination (manga) when he's able to possess an unconscious Mob that he especially never considered that trust like that could be an ongoing thing!
The point is, by the time Dimple meets Reigen in the middle of a psychic tornado, his concept of what possession can be has already undergone some major changes due to his friendship with Mob. But there's never been anything like what he and Reigen are able to do. There's been trust, there's been protection, but there's only ever been one consciousness in a body at a time. There's been vulnerability of body but not vulnerability of mind.
And it would have been easy for Dimple to push Reigen's consciousness down until they got to Shigeo. That's another thing that gets me; there's no reason that they had to both be awake on a technical level. But on a thematic level it is Everything to me that they're able to achieve a state that we've never seen before, that I bet if you'd asked them before this happened they both would have said was impossible, that is dependent on complete vulnerability and openness from two characters who will fight tooth and nail to prevent anyone else from seeing who they really are. It's about their shared familial love for their boy and it's about how much they understand each other in that moment.
And, like, I'm also ace, and generally not much of a shipper, and I tend to care a lot about group dynamics and platonic bonds, and I think that part of the appeal of ekurei bodysharing stuff is that even if you write about it in the most romantic way, you have to remember that the first time they did this it happened because of their shared platonic love for their kid so to me it feels just. Infused with all the different types of love and connection that the show is built on. Sometimes when someone focuses on a romantic relationship it gets deified in a way that undersells all the other bonds the character has, but for me at least romantic ekurei only works because of their other connections.
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