Never One Without the Other

“Do you trust me?” He asks, extending his hand, holding out a glider.

“Yes?” Morren takes his hand but her expression is still somewhat dubious.

#rp promo #hi I love mars and I love gale

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DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES * send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

#ask meme

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WATCRDEEP: Independent, private, and selective Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep of Larian's Baldur's Gate III.

Multi-ship friendly and canon compliant. Written by Mars.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want. 💗

Stages of Intimacy @khaeryx

“I prefer it up here.” Morren explained when Khaeryx found her sitting on the roof of the Last Light Inn. “It’s quieter. There’s too many people downstairs.”

She was still adjusting to being around so many people. The party the tieflings had thrown after the grove was saved she had endured but had been uncomfortable the entire time. Now there were even more people squeezed into a smaller space with the Harpers and Falming Fists crawling all over the inn. The roof seemed like the one place that was generally quiet and free from people except the occasional Fist who came up to do a check every hour or so. She was allowed to have her perch in relative peace.

Khaeryx she was willing to share it with. He sat beside her and she made no protest of wanting to stay on her own. After all, she had him to thank for helping reunite her and Esca. The wolf was currently curled up in the stable in a pile of hay with his wounds seen to. He’d need some time to recover and Morren was just happy she knew where the other half of her soul was.

Speaking of.

“I wanted to thank you.” She began, a self-conscious tug on the end of her braid showed how anxious she was to find the proper words. If he hadn’t helped her then she probably wouldn’t have found Esca in time. Khaeryx had saved them both.

Maybe words were the wrong idea. She’d messed up before trying to use her words with him and gave him the impression that she only saw him as what he was born as and not who he chose to be. Morren had heard people say that actions spoke louder than words so perhaps it was better to show him how grateful she was.

Morren scooted just a tad closer to him. She had an idea but she wasn’t sure entirely if it was the correct way to thank someone. Her eyes darted to his lips and she subconsciously licked her own. She was told that kisses were apparently special and what could be more special than thanking someone for saving her and her soulmate? She swallowed her apprehension and steeled herself.

“Khaeryx?”

She waited for him to turn to look at her before she closed the gap, pressing her lips against his. He was warm and his lips were softer than she had expected. Morren held herself stiff, expecting the reprimand that she’d done the wrong thing. She pulled back a fraction, suddenly embarrassed and flustered, her cheeks turning a noticeable shade of pink under the layer of freckles. It had felt…nice. A warm feeling seemed to fill her body and when no objection came she pressed forwards again and kissed Khaeryx a second time.

Suddenly Morren found herself grabbed. She panicked for a moment only Khaeryx didn’t shove her away but instead seemed to be trying to pull her closer. She let herself be moved, shifting so she ended up straddling his lap. She opened her mouth to ask a question but Khaeryx caught her mouth and continued kissing her, mouth open and his tongue finding her’s. Something seemed to click and her hands framed his face to keep him there.

It felt good. More of that warm feeling spread through her body and seemed to settle low in her gut. She thought she’d be disgusted but it was anything but and she wanted more. The only issue was the need to breathe which meant she had to pull back and gulp down a breath before either Khaeryx pulled her back or she found his lips again. If this was kissing then why hadn’t she tried it before? It felt like she was in a daze and nothing else mattered but Khaeryx and the feeling of his lips against her’s, his tongue caressing her own, and even the nip of teeth which made a high whine escape.

Then a scream from below sent her scrambling. Suddenly jolted back to reality, Morren had to shake herself back into where she was and what was happening. Down below in the courtyard there were monstrous winged creatures, cowering tieflings, and both the Harpers and Flaming Fists drawing weapons. Movement out of the corner of her eye saved her when one of the creatures dropped down almost on top of where she had just been crouched.

It was lucky she kept her armour and bow on her. It seemed nothing in these cursed lands stayed quiet for long.

#khaeryx #v: act 2 #her first kiss is a dragon and she isn’t even a bard #also don’t you hate it when your make out session gets interrupted by combat

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This is an oc x canon safe zone.

#ooc

"Is there anything your partner does/can do during sex that makes you unable to keep quiet? What act/sensation makes you lose control?"

NSFW Anon Hour - Anon

Just be soft with her. Be romantic. Kisses and lots of praise/endearments are something that she definitely loves from her partner. She would only be in bed with them because she is in love with them and trusts them completely so showing her that they feel the same is definitely what she is looking for. She would absolutely melt.

As for sensitive areas? Morren's neck is very sensitive (especially the back of her neck) so kisses there would definitely get a reaction out of her. Even more so biting. She would very much enjoy her partner marking her and doing the same to them in return. Also her inner thighs, hips, and along her spine are great places to pay attention to for her.

She doesn't really know what acts she likes because she has no real reference. It would be something she would be keen to explore. Learning new things about herself and her partner would be enjoyable to her. She might not get certain things (for example, oral would be something she would be sceptical both on the giving and receiving end initially) but with enough gentle encouragement I can see her becoming eager to experiment to figure out what works best.

The ultimate thing you have to remember is not to use physical restraints on Morren because that will cause her to panic. Pinning her is fine. She can (in theory) break out of a hold if she needs to. Using a physical restraint will make her feel trapped and helpless and will cause her to try and fight her way free.

#headcanon #nsft

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NFSW ANON HOUR

send my muse nsfw related questions and they HAVE to answer them

#ask meme #nsft #reblogging in hopes it kick starts my brain

Aang tried to hide his disappointed frown from Morren, not because he didn’t want her help; he just hoped he could wiggle away from this whole situation. Bed rest and mittens weren’t exactly the free-flowing lifestyle a being like him was used to. It’s been years since he was last sick with anything. “Can’t believe I’ve been taken out by a little plant.”

“A poisonous plant. It’s trying to take you out so you don’t eat it or kill it.” Morren pointed out. It probably wouldn’t exactly help that particular blow but it was the truth and Morren felt the need to point it out. “And technically you get sick because of tiny little animals being inside you when they shouldn’t be so a plant is kinda a step up.”

“I know you’re trying to take care of me, but this feels like too much.” Aang grouses, looking at his mitten hands with a frown. “My scratching isn’t that bad.” The sores he’s scratched himself into say otherwise. “How am I supposed to do anything without my hands? I can’t hold a cup or food.”

Unfortunately for Aang, Morren didn’t intend to budge on this. She had meant what she said, he would only injure himself more if she let him scratch. "I'll help you." Morren replied. Did he think she was just going to let him flounder by himself? “So until the bandages come off it’s my job to look after you.” And after that too but he would be able to feed himself then.

“But it ITCHES!”

"The ointment should help." Morren assured him, carefully tying the bandage at his wrist. His hands looked like big mitts now wrapped in bandages to keep him away from his own rashes "But until the itching stops, your hands have to stay wrapped or you'll just hurt yourself more."