#but like the purest form of intimacy and affection. or something

[itsbeenliketenyearsitsprettywild]

on tag responses and reply trains or: "click the readmore for my analysis of the the (mostly) Greek love terms that sum up jayvik and jaymel and also at some point i forget how to shut the fuck up and turn this into what might as well be a thesis paper on jaymel as a duo and How Mel Is Dedicated To Jayce Her Own Way"

starting from op @aurieeeeeenyx's tags that got me thinking:

#you mightve guessed that ive been listening to the hadestown soundtrack again recently#but anyways. jayce going back over and over and failing in timeline after timeline in the hopes that maybe this time. maybe just this once#he'll succeed and get his partner back#viktor putting the whole of his faith and trust in jayce that jayce will come back for him even though he fails again and again#but still viktor cannot imagine not believing in jayce one more time#the way the entire universe hangs in the balance of their bond oh man#i feel like jayvik is beyond categorization they're like the peak of classical romance which is not necessarily kisses and dating etc#but like the purest form of intimacy and affection. or something#i should write a fic abt this#anyways . idk . im a big fan of meljayvik so mel fits in here SOMEWHERE i just havent figured it out yet#if you made it to the bottom of this wall of tags here's a pie 🥧

(the last tag isn't exactly relevant, but hey. free pie 🥧) my response in the replies (with a few spelling edits):

moreso than calling what Jayce and Viktor have 'classical romance' (as such a phrase feel like it could be confused with the Romantic movement in the arts, which doesn't have much to do with love directly), I feel like it would almost be more accurate to describe it using the ancient (and a just few more modern) Greek terms for love. They already exist as a way to delineate the many types of love that can exist either combined or singular that can be part of a relationship between two people. (there's like eight or nine different Greek/Greek-derived words to categorize love at this point depending on who you ask, feel free to look 'em up yourself - there are six ancient Greek ones in there too. the Greeks have been dissecting love for a *very* long time) Of the types of love exhibited between Jayce and Viktor specifically, I think what you're getting at is that it's a bond which involves this incredibly beautiful blend of philia and agape, with a bit of mutual meraki as well. In actual English - their bond is made of deep personal affection on a mental/personality level (philia literally translates to 'soul connection') which isn't hurt by their shared love of creating/inventing new technology together. All of this being further boosted by the fact that they would anything for each other, even if it means damning themselves or other reallities in the process. I'd love to go into meljay as contrast, in large part because their relationship feels pretty unique in terms of what we see in media, but there's only so many characters allowed in a reply lol. feel free to ping me if you want me to put the rest of the deets on this or another post, though (and clarify you want it on a reblog instead of a reply if that's the case, as i default to replies otherwise)!

op's reply:

actually it's funny you say this because the romantic movement in the arts is pretty much what i had in mind just because of the like...aesthetic? i feel like it comes with a certain mood of sublime beauty and some mix of nature/humanity/passion/nostalgia while being both subdued and Not, which the jayvik finale sort of embodies to me if that makes sense (but then again i'm not an art connoisseur so i could be spouting total bullshit) i do agree with your analysis of their bond in the framework of greek terms for love and think that funnily enough it goes back to the orpheus and eurydice thing again (arcane when i come for you and your greek tragedies WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU--) sooo i guess i'll have to do some more research on that and i'd love to hear about your thoughts on meljay! if you feel comfortable i think a reblog might help more people see it (in which case you might need to put my notes and/or your comment as context to this admittedly very short post) but i don't mind either way :D

And, since the notes and comments have been placed, time to continue (I've been using this website for reference and been extrapolating best i can, but I'm no expert on the subject so feel free to correct me on it)

I honestly find JayMel really interesting to analyze from this perspective, because I feel like media doesn't show many relationships with this unique blend of loves, and especially not presented in a way where it's actually given some weight and value to both people within it. So, to start:

This list is very, very long, so let me this for the sake of everyone's sanity...

TL; DR - While Jaymel absolutely involves sexual attraction between the two of them (and is sometimes connected to these more casual, playful moments between the duo), those aren't nearly all the facets of their love. Some of the other types include: how they both enjoy working on Hextech (from the angles of technology and politics respectively), even if they sometimes have to make deals and do things with it they personally don't like; the surprisingly tentative yet compelling nature of their friendship together; the practical ways they (read; mostly Mel) are willing to help and support each other on a much more functional level, and how that in turn plays a very large part in letting them further emotionally connect with one another and deepen their bonds as people.

First (and most obviously), Mel and Jayce's dynamic obviously has a fair amount of eros in it. Eros can best be described as 'sexual love' or 'physical desire for each other' - the kind of love most people (largely allosexuals) assume are a part of "romantic" relationships by default, though one doesn't have to be a couple to act upon mutual eros. Either way, it's absolutely a part of their dynamic that deserves to mentioned and recognized - pretty sure none of us are going to forget the Sextech scene any time soon, and all. But that's only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to their dynamic.

In a fair few scenes where eros between them is evident, there's also pretty obviously some ludus going on. Ludus is one of the more modern categorizations love types, and describes 'playful love' - something more casual or carefree, no strings inherently attached, but a noted expression of affection all the same. You know that forge scene in season 1, where Mel sarcastically calls Jayce's smithing 'a delicate art' and she watches him sexily hammer out some metal, or at the end of that same scene, where she leans into him seductively... only to smack him in the tiddies with his own forge bolt and adds the one-liner, "Hold onto your nuts?" That absolutely reads as ludus following up on the eros within their dynamic. After all, ludus is the kind of love found in booty calls and one night stands, but could also just be enjoying a night out drinking with your pals. Which makes jaymel really interesting, considering the fact that it's also steeped in the opposite type of love....

....Which, in all honestly, I feel like I'll only be able to talk about once I've described meraki. You see, this and the next type of love seem pretty deeply entwined with one another when it comes to my categorizing and understanding of jaymel, but it feels like this is the one best needed to help describe the context of the other. Now, meraki one of the terms coined after the ancient Greeks, being a modern word that most people who don't speak Greek down know about. Essentially (and i could be wrong about the best term to use - but honestly i legitimately feel like this a type of love that shapes them, and don't know a better word to use), meraki is the love of creation, the love one pours into the act of making art or writing poetry or skillfully setting a table - or, best as i can sum all that up, a love of your work/what you do. And, lest we forget, the thing that brought them (alongside Viktor, though he's not the focus of this post) together is... well, Hextech. It's just that the work Jayce and Mel happen to be doing in relation to creating Hextech happen to be quite different in nature. Nonetheless they're both quite necessary for its creation to come to fruition. For Jayce, this 'love of creation' he has for hextech is quite literal - he's one of the two geniuses who invents, designs and very directly builds machines and technology that utilize Hextech within them, and it's obviously from the get go that he loves the idea of it so much that he dedicated his life to it (something something what that means in terms of what he said in the finale-). Mel, meanwhile, also loves Hextech and how she goes about creating it - but, in her case, she creates far less literally than how Jayce and Viktor do, though still plenty important. Because, for all the boys physically create the technology, it wouldn't be able to have nearly as much of an impact as it does if there wasn't someone politically advocating for its use and working for it to become societally integral. For all Viktor and Jayce may love making their gadgets and gizmos that utilize it, she's the one who loves it enough to build it up as A Brand and help get Jayce into top enough form that Hextech can even have its own seat on the council (no matter how much she regrets that decision almost immediately afterwards. But, it's this difference in terms of how they precisely they go about creating Hextech that can lead to a divide in how much they enjoy particular parts of shaping that leads to struggle in staying dedicated to specific parts of the process, which really comes down to their comfort with....

Pragma, or 'practical/dedicated love'. Pragma is the final love term coined after the time of Ancient Greece, and essentially acts as the complete opposite of ludus. While ludus is all about fun and in-the-moment playfulness, pragma is the love shown by doing what needs to be done to keep things functional, even if said actions are not particularly fun or enjoyable themselves. It's not the same thing as agape/'sacrificial' love, because it's not a case of being willing to throw everything just to keep this one person happy. These things are being done because they have to be done to make sure everything stays okay, not because the thing they love comes before absolutely anything else. Though it might seem boring (or maybe even selfish, if you compare it to agape in particular), it's a huge part of all kinds of relationships you can find between people, and says as much about nature of a dynamic as anything else. But, as stated, this type of love between Jayce and Mel is seen very specifically when it comes to their mutual love for Hextech and less directly for each other. In making Hextech and allowing it to flourish as a technology, steps have to be taken to ensure sponsors and investments, so that they never lose access to the resources required to continue working on it. As such, deals have to be cut and made, as seen in the concert scene, and continuing to make sure Jayce and Viktor's projects are properly funded is something they have to do over and over again just to keep things moving. In this sense, the main difference between the two of them in this context is the nuance of their meraki - for all they both enjoy creating Hextech in some way, the types of work they enjoy dedicating themselves to contrast quite a bit. For Jayce, politics and lobbying for funding are only a small part of what he does for Hextech - and not what he gravitate towards naturally, charismatic as he can be. To him, his love of is for the literal process - the one that Viktor both enjoy creating as a team moreso than they'll ever enjoy doing it alone. Meanwhile politicking and dedication to Hextech's social and financial success (which is where a lot of the pragma comes to the forefront) is what Mel enjoys doing - alone if necessary, but preferably with one of the creators of Hextech at her side, to have another hand on deck and a more direct face to associate with it. As such, it *does* make its own kind of sense that the duo (jayvik) whose meraki is almost identical have an time easier time bonding personality-wise (tho i do think Mel and Vik would have an easier time of it- *shoves my melvik-in-the-polycule headcanons in a box for later*), in comparison to the fascinatingly tentative nature of Jayce and Mel's....

Philia, or 'soul connection'. For all it sounds like a term for soulmates or such, what it really just means is that two people get along well with each other when it comes to general socializing and interaction. This is the type of love that underpins deep friendships, but also romantic couples that go beyond just being sexually compatible (or queerplatonic couples - sadly, the terms for love never developed in such a way to make it *easy* to differentiate aspec couples from other kinds of dynamics, but we work with what we got), or even just coworker who get along pretty well. And it's here in particular that I find jaymel compelling as we see them in the show, because, for all we see them work together well on Hextech and be playful with each other and Do The Fuck, their philia seems... surprisingly awkward, or at least not nearly as natural as it is for jayvik (or how i headcanon it would be for melvik). To be clear: you're allowed to headcanon jaymel as more naturally friendly than this, like how many people like to extrapolate jayvik out to include some level of eros (which, once again, not disparaging, just noting as not being shown in Arcane directly). But in terms of what we actually see in the show... jaymel has a bit of a hard time with getting close on an emotional level. Which i honestly really appreciate; the show doesn't invalidate the love that is there simply due to this fact, after all. All the other parts of their relationship exist and are recognized in the narrative while still letting the philia between them not come as naturally as everything else. People's personalities may end up with them clashing fairly often, but they can still be close anyways. (well, as long as they work at it - but I'll segue into that subcategory in a little bit.) And because of this, they're able to take a very fun option: showing some of these moments of tension or awkwardness between them, and letting us as the audience watch how the two navigate and end up resolving these moments. Though some of these moments do end up getting interrupted by a third party, which can end up impacting how these moments of tension end up getting resolved. (I'm looking at you, Viktor, for how you interrupted that moment between jaymel and instigated the season 2 council room fight. go to ur eldritch jesus shame corner /lh/j) Speaking of reaction: Mel and Jayce each have distinct ways of expressing emotional distress (at least most of the time - Mel lets herself get a lot more angry with her mother than she would otherwise). For Jayce, his reactions are what he's infamous for in fandom - impulsively jumping into action based on his current feelings without considering what consequences. (read: almost always not what he wanted.) Meanwhile, Mel tends to withdraw into herself and act more emotionally unaffected than she actually is - for example, how her reaction to Jayce leaving in the middle of the night after Sextech is to... well, paint, and respond relatively neutrally up until Jayce justifies his actions. But it's in resolving of these conflicts that the two of them are able to start building up their philia and comfort with each other (beyond their mutual focus on hextech or sex) into a deeper level of companionship. The reason why their philia is able to end up further developing is due to the active usage of...

Pragma, not within the framework of Hextech. You see, Hextech-focused pragma can quite often lead to added tension between them instead of anything getting resolved, as seen when Mel gets Jayce voted onto the council without asking him first. In comparison, many of the moments of pragma between them that aren't focused on Hextech itself often lead to to bonding moments between the two of them as individuals. (Which makes sense as talking about work, even if you like doing it, doesn't tend to lead to much personal emotional intimacy.) Alongside that, there's one other thing that differentiates these moments of pragma from those focused on Hextech directly: in those situations where willingly taking action leads to them getting closer, it's almost always Mel who takes the initiative. For Jayce, the vulnerability he shows to her is never from a place of willingly dropped guard or conscious intent, but instead due to being absolutely overwhelmed by his emotions. As such, it's Mel who consistently dedicates herself to their relationship by reacting in ways that only really serve to benefit or support Jayce, such as: -> accepting her suddenly-given role as emotional after the discovery Viktor is dying -> voting Heimerdinger out of the council on Jayce's inferred behest -> comforting Jayce over said vote that he pushed through -> stalling while he's supposed to be leading the council so he has time to find Viktor -> implicitly supporting Jayce's decision to bring Viktor back from at least the brink of death, if not death itself, at the beginning of season 2 Even past the ones I listed, there's so many moments Mel has which speak to her own brand of love for Jayce, especially in season 1. Times where she very much chooses to act in favor of his interests, even though it in no way benefits her, can be readily pointed to as cases of pragma. For all they might not be big and noticeable, they help keep the dynamic functional and healthy. Though, that's not to say Jayce doesn't have a moment of pragma outside of working on Hextech. Though, unless I'm missing something, it is just. A singular moment for him. Which is after his implicit apology for the argument the two had in the council room before the Viktor fight in season 2. After the apology, Mel goes on to open up to him about how she unlocked her abilities as a mage, that he comforts her by saying that Mel could never be just a passenger in her body - this is a moment that, while it does nothing to help him personally, still speaks to him caring about Mel. But... that's pretty much we only case we have of him directly engaging in pragma in relation to Mel. (...But then again, we see a lot of him and his active cases of pragma in those situations in season 1 focused on Hextech in particular, so in that regard it evens out if you consider pragma a whole without those specific contexts in mind. But I digress.)

There's potentially one other type of love i was tempted to add to all this, but this post has gotten very, very long, so i think I leave it here. If you somehow got this far down: holy shit what the fuck (impressed). For the sake of the sane people. I think I'll be putting my TL;DR at the top of the list.

oh yeah also jayvik are extremely orpheus and eurydice coded i don't make the rules

[eiraeths]

something something soap helping ghost with personal hygiene when he cant take care of himself something something

(i am projecting)

soap can always tell when ghost’s mental state is getting bad again. ghost doesn’t act any different or become less attentive. his sleeping habits don’t change—which, it’s not like they’ve ever been stable in the first place.

it’s ghost’s mask that’s always the warning sign.

when they’re alone together, holed up in their barracks or off back at home, ghost takes the mask off. at least, he normally does. when the mask stays on more, soap knows something is wrong.

like usual, it all comes into clarity after ghost has a nightmare. soap blinks the sleep out of his eyes to see ghost hunched over the side of the bed. he can see the tense lines in ghost’s posture even in the dim lighting of their room.

soap can see the mask too.

after a little convincing—and a lot of crushing ghost with his full body weight until ghost stopped shaking—soap leads ghost to the bathroom. the process starts off slow. soap peels off ghost’s mask, whispering gentle assurances and caressing his skin with soft strokes along the way.

he’ll draw ghost a bath and help him get settled in and spend how ever long ghost needs pampering him. he’ll wash ghost’s hair and make sure the conditioner stays in long enough to have affect. while the conditioner does it’s job in ghost’s short shaven curls, soap will use his hands to wash ghost’s body.

there’s nothing sexual about this intimacy of theirs. it’s trust in it’s purest form. here in this space they’ve curated, they can relax and trust the other will watch over them. and right now, soap watches over ghost.

once soap gets ghost rinsed off, he’ll help him out of the tub and find the fuzziest towel he can. even when ghost insists he can do it himself soap will take his time drying ghost off.

by now, ghost knows the routine. he wraps the towel around his waist and sits on the toilet lid. soap spends his time rubbing moisturizer into ghost’s skin, hands gentle but firm as they rub into sore muscles.

when soap reaches ghost’s face, soap puts the most attention into cleansing the acned skin. unscented moisturizer with vitamin e goes on the scars with all the care soap’s body can achieve. after that, he puts heart shaped acne patches onto every irritated bump, and leaves light kisses everywhere there’s not.

soap then combs out ghost’s hair and puts a leave in spray in it, just to keep the curls from drying out too quick. by this time, ghost’s eyes are fully closed and his face will be pressed against soap’s abdomen. soap will cradle ghost’s head and continue running his hands through the damp curls.

only when ghost asks to go back to bed will they move. until then, soap’s satisfied to stay here and hold ghost together.

[aibloomie]

intimate acts during sex (genshin + sally face)

ft:: xiao, childe, sal fisher x gn!reader (separately)

→  I was going to write more but then I got lazy and a strong urge to play stardew valley </3 also my wifi is failing this better post PLEASE excuse any typos

nsfw under the cut

XIAO

━ likes to cradle your head !! as in, he holds the back of your head with a secure hand and keeps you close to him that way. sure, he'd like to be looking at your face too, but in such a moment he gets lost in his need to be as close to you as possible. it's all the small feelings like: your eyelashes batting against his skin, your rapid breaths fanning the nape of his neck, and just feeling your burning skin touch his. it's definitely a bonus that the sound of all your noises is amplified this way too. he's usually on the quiet side when having sex, but by being so close to him you can make out all his pleasured sighs and moans that slip out.

━ on your end, kissing his scars is possibly one of the most intimate acts you can do for him. the moment you do, he'll start associating his battle scars with your loving touch instead of all the memories that haunt him and bind him to his tainted past. his cheeks will immediately flush when he notices what you're doing, your touch feels electrifying against the scarred skin and he'll start squirming in your hold.

"what are you doing?" his voice was strained, hands clutching onto the bedsheets as you left gentle and individual kisses onto all of his scars. he watched you through lidded eyes, chest heaving up and down because the simple kisses to his scars were more overwhelming than any other sensation he has felt.

"nothing," you murmured, "just kissing your pretty scars, that okay?" you asked, still on task and pressing your soft lips against the rougher parts of his skin.

"mhm." his form of agreement came out in a broken whimper. and he couldn't get another comprehensive word out, too enamored by how you were making him feel.

CHILDE

━ takes the time to kiss your thighs before going down on you, it's one of his favorite parts. he enjoys the sensitivity you have there, and how he has to wrap his arms beneath your thighs to keep you steady. and if you reach down to tug on his hair because you just need SOMETHING to grab onto, then you can bet he'll already be rutting his hips into the mattress for some form of alleviation

━ he gives gentle attention to past hickeys he has given you. childe likes being spontaneous, so sometimes during foreplay or the deed itself he'll find himself leaving marks all over you– usually on your shoulders or the sides of your neck. you'll feel the cheeky smile he's wearing as he leans in to plant kisses all over the light bruises.

━ childe loves eye contact, so he'll tilt your chin up with his fingers and encourage you to keep your eyes on him. he finds it funny when you can't, and are forced to shut your eyes closed once he touches one of your most sensitive spots. and when he's close to finishing, his only wish is to look into your dreamy lidded eyes

SAL FISHER

━ he doesn't do this one too often, but sometimes he gets the courage to leave the lights on during sex. he's very insecure, especially without his mask on, so the purest and utmost form of intimacy he can gift to you is allowing you to see him in such a vulnerable state. as you two continue though, his insecurities will fade because how can he focus on them when he can finally clearly see all the beautiful expressions that YOU make?

━ being as observant as he is, sally is well aware of any areas that you're insecure of. it could be a body part, or perhaps even your voice and noises you can't help but make. whatever they are, he gives them extra attention and makes sure to praise you. he'll tell you just how beautiful you are, emphasizing his words by rolling you onto his hips so you can feel how much you affect him, hoping that you'll slowly become less insecure

[manari-archives]

Already Over | MS47

We been talkin' for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end Kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends

pairing: Mick Schumacher x Reader

warnings: alludes to a sexual relationship

word count: 1.4k

note: again this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines mentioned. Not to happy with the way the confessions turned out. also english isn't my first language so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

masterlist

You and Mick found yourselves in the intimate sanctuary of Mick's bedroom. The room exuded a comforting warmth with a faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. You gravitated towards this space, seeking solace and a connection that ran deeper than the boundaries of friendship.

The evening had begun innocently enough, with Mick inviting you over for a casual chat. your words were like brushstrokes, slowly painting each other's souls. Each sentence carried weight and meaning, your voices growing softer and more intimate as time progressed. you spoke of dreams and aspirations, of past heartaches and the lingering wounds you carried. The vulnerability you shared at that moment laid the foundation for what would unfold next.

In the depths of their conversation, Mick's gaze locked with yours, and the world around you seemed to fade away. The silence enveloped them, filled only by the anticipation hanging in the air. Your hearts beat in synchrony, each beat resonating with unspoken questions. It was a single moment, a shared glance that spoke volumes. In that instant, the weight of their connection became undeniable. Time seemed to stand still as they leaned closer, their breaths mingling. The energy crackled between you, electrifying the air with a sense of both hesitation and longing.

Without uttering a word, your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a kiss that carried the weight of your unspoken desires and the culmination of a connection you had both yearned for. In that embrace, the lines blurred between friendship and something more profound.

As you kissed, your bodies gravitated toward one another, seeking solace and closeness. The bed became a canvas for their emotions unspoken of, a space where you could explore the depth of your feelings in the purest form. It was a moment of surrender, a leap of faith into the unknown.

your bodies entwined, and they discovered a shared language that went beyond words. Each touch conveyed a world of emotions, igniting a fire within them that burned brighter with every passing moment. In that sacred space, you found solace, passion, and a love that defied all expectations.

Time became irrelevant as you revelled in the blissful intimacy, the world outside ceasing to exist. your bodies moved in harmony, guided by an instinctive understanding of each other's desires. The room echoed with their whispers, your voices mingling in a symphony of pleasure and affection.

And as you lay together, your bodies spent, you found solace in each other's arms. your hearts beat in unison, and the room filled with the echo of your breaths. Slowly, silence filled the room, the two not knowing how to navigate through unasked questions, unknown emotions, and unspoken truths.

"We really need to stop doing this," you said with a mix of longing and sadness as your fingers gently traced patterns on Mick's chest.

He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with affection and yearning. "You're right, Schatz. Yet, we keep finding ourselves back in this same situation."

your connection was undeniable, evident in the way Mick always searched for your face in a crowd and the way they effortlessly understood each other. Conversations between the two were magnetic, filled with laughter, vulnerability, and profound intimacy. But beneath the surface, a constant tug-of-war battled between the two of you.

You sighed, your gaze shifting from Mick's eyes to his lips. "Maybe we'd be better off as friends, Mick. It's just... it's complicated."

Mick's heart skipped a beat at your words. He had wondered the same thought countless times, but the sheer thought of losing you from his life filled him with a deep ache. "Perhaps," he murmured, his voice laced with yearning.

But before Mick could continue, he found himself overcome by a surge of emotion. Without hesitation, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours, a delicate and tender action that spoke volumes of the unspoken desires between the two.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but as the initial shock faded, the two of you smiled into the kiss, a silent acknowledgement of the depth of your desires. To Mick's surprise, you responded with equal intensity, your lips meeting in a moment of perfect harmony. You melted into each other's embrace, feeling the warmth and electricity surge between them. It was a kiss that spoke volumes in a language only you understood. It was a shared understanding that your hearts had found solace and peace in each other, and they were no longer able to deny what had blossomed between them.

As you slowly pulled away, your eyes met, sparkling with love and hope. Mick softly spoke with a smile, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself."

You reached out, gently caressing Mick's cheek, a radiant smile present. "Don't apologize. That was everything I could have ever wanted."

In that instant, you knew that their love was meant to be explored and not left in the dark, that love that had found itself entwining their souls in ways they could not ignore.

Mick felt his heart swell with newfound courage as he gazed into your eyes. The depth of his feelings terrified him, but he knew it was time to share the truth that had been burning within him for years now. "Schatz," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "I'm in love with you, and honestly, I have been for years now."

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening in astonishment. You had sensed the depth of their connection, but hearing Mick's confession brought a wave of overwhelming emotions crashing over you.

Tears glazed Mick's eyes as he continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Every conversation, every shared laugh, every stolen glance has only intensified my feelings for you. You are the one who fills my thoughts, the one who makes my heart skip a beat. I've tried to fight it, to deny it, but the truth is undeniable. I am deeply in love with you."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Mick's heartfelt words hung in the air, their weight enveloping both of you. In that vulnerable moment, everything felt stripped away, leaving only the raw truth of your connection.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening in surprise. The world seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, the weight of Mick's confession hanging in the air. Slowly, a shy smile tugged on your lips, mirroring the joys that danced in your eyes.

"Mick," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and a touch of vulnerability, "I'm in love with you too."

The weight of your confessions lifted, replaced by a profound sense of relief and an overwhelming surge of love. Your connection deepened, your souls intertwining with a newfound intensity. The walls that had separated you as friends crumbled away, leaving behind the raw, unfiltered truth of your shared love.

In the silence that followed, you allowed your emotions to settle, savouring the beauty of your newfound relationship. Mick reached out, his fingers delicately brushing against your cheek as if to reassure himself that this was not a dream but a tangible reality.

Your smile blossomed, your eyes shining with a mixture of affection and trust. "Mick," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering certainty, "You've always held a special place in my heart."

You lay side by side in Mick's bed, your fingers gently intertwined as you basked in the warmth of your connection. Time seemed to stretch as you savoured the moment, your hearts singing in harmony.

Mick's fingers traced delicate patterns on your skin, his touch a testament to the tenderness and adoration he felt for you. With every caress, your bond deepened, and a sense of belonging washed over you.

You nestled closer, resting your head on Mick's chest, your heartbeats merging into a rhythmic melody. In the comfort of your embrace, you found solace and a haven where vulnerability was celebrated. You knew you could be your truest selves in each other's presence, without fear of judgment or rejection.

The air around you seemed to shimmer with electric revelations. At that moment, all seeds of doubt and uncertainty melted away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that the two of you were meant to be together. As you embraced each other and as you lay in each other's arms, hearts beating in perfect synchrony, you smiled, knowing that your love story would forever be etched in the tapestry of your lives. It was as if all the pieces of your lives had fallen into place.

In the warmth of Mick's bed, you had discovered a love that would transcend your wildest dreams, a love that would intertwine your souls in ways you had yet to imagine. It was a love that would weather storms, celebrate victories, and forge an unbreakable bond.

[kansascitykhaleesi]

It's 2 am, and the world around me is enveloped in a serene silence. The night sky is painted with a myriad of stars, shining like distant promises. But amidst this tranquility, my mind is consumed by thoughts of him, and the overwhelming love that surges through every fiber of my being. In this moment, all I crave is to be in his arms, seeking solace, in the warmth of his affection. However, I find myself torn between the desire to be safe and the fear of succumbing to tears. It's in these moments of vulnerability that I truly understand the depth of my emotions and the primal need for love.

There is something profound about finding safety in the arms of the person we love. It's a haven where we can let our guards down, shed our masks, and expose our most fragile selves. In the depths of the night, when the world is asleep, longing for that safety becomes palpable. Yearning to be held and embraced, knowing that with his touch, the weight of the world would dissipate, and I would find solace in our love. A feeling that transcends words, yet speaks volumes to both of our souls.

Love, in its purest form, is a force that heals our wounds and a sanctuary for our hearts. When my thoughts wander freely, I crave that irrevocable love that only he can provide. It's a love that accepts me wholly, flaws and all, and reassures me that I am worthy of affection and tenderness. The comfort of unconditional love for my restless soul, mending the broken pieces and reminding me that I am not alone in this vast universe.

Yet, as much as I want that, right now and if I'm being completely honest after everything I've gone through my vulnerability can be a double-edged sword. In the safety of his arms, I don't want my emotions to overflow, cascading down my cheeks in a torrent of tears. I am afraid that my fragility will only make him feel bad or awkward.

But it's in those moments of raw vulnerability that true intimacy would begin. Deep down a part of me knows that, and that is what consumes my thoughts. He knows my deepest fears, insecurities, and sorrows and loves me unconditionally. I shouldn't worry about crying I would be safe with him because I trust him. Our connection is unbreakable, where tears would be met with understanding and love. And who knows maybe I wouldn't cry at all. Maybe everything else would just fade away, nothing else would matter and I would just be lost in that moment consumed by my love for him.

As the night lingers on, and my thoughts continue to revolve around him, I find solace in knowing that these feelings are a testament to the depth of my love. So, when thoughts of him consume my mind, I choose to embrace the intensity of my emotions. I allow myself to feel the depth of my love and to acknowledge the longing that resides within me. The need to be in his arms, to feel the safety, comfort, and unconditional love that only he can provide. And though tears may fall, they are a testament to the power of vulnerability and the strength that lies within embracing our emotions.

Love, in all its complexities, has the power to transform us, to heal us, and to make us whole. I hold onto the hope that my desire to be in his arms will someday be fulfilled. Until then, I will cherish the love that resides within me and continue to nurture it with patience, understanding, and unwavering devotion. A reminder of the capacity we have as human beings to love deeply, unconditionally, and without reservation giving us the ability to transform our lives. And for that, I am grateful.

[capricornlevi]

Love Language (Physical Touch)-Nanami x Reader

Kento Nanami, a man who appears to the rest of the world as entirely stoic and reserved, surprises you in many ways.

Firstly, you’re surprised to see that he expresses his love and affection through physical touch. This isn’t the only way he knows how to show his love, of course; he’s more than eager to demonstrate his ever-increasing affection for you in other ways, from spending time together strolling to his favourite local bakery, to listening to you describe the goings on of your day down to the minutiae. But there’s something about getting to touch you, to have you within his reach when you’re just going about your everyday activities together, that really evokes some strong feeling inside of him. He ghosts a hand over your waist, inevitably making you giggle at him, or he’ll lean in and swipe an eyelash from your cheek with a feather-light touch. Even more surprisingly, he is not nearly as averse to public displays of affection as you would have assumed. More often than not, he is the one reaching for your hand when the two of you get to spend a rare afternoon alone together.

His predilection for this form of intimacy isn’t only reserved for the giving of love; he seems to enjoy receiving love in that way, too. You can tell this from his reaction whenever you reach and gently grab his arm, holding onto him in a way you hope conveys your overwhelming trust and adoration. The muscles of his arm become taut at first, as if shocked to feel the warmth of your skin on his; he thinks of this as yet another poignant reminder that he gets to see you, touch you, listen to you speak, for as long as you’ll have him. Then, he relaxes - his posture returns to normal and the goosebumps that prickled his skin fade away - and he almost melts into you. He still stands strong, both physically and emotionally; he has to be, in order to effectively bear the heavy responsibilities and weariness that comes with his job. But even still, even with that strength and resilience, you melt him. His body angles towards you subconsciously, and he often lifts his free hand to run it over yours as you grip his arm proudly, just to savour the moment in every way he can.

The day you clued into this trait of his was one of your happiest. He had taken you to the beach for an evening walk, the waning sunlight still enough to warm your skin, and the two of you spent what felt like hours meandering up and down the promenade. At one point, the surface became uneven, causing you to stumble over a loose piece of wood and nearly fall. Thankfully, Nanami’s arms steadied you before you could hit the ground; when you had righted yourself and taken a few calming breaths after the shock, you had fully expected him to pull away, to resume walking as you had been before, as though nothing had happened.

But he didn’t. He stayed there, arms wrapped around you, and it didn’t take long for you to nestle into him. Listening to the soothing beat of his heart as you leaned your head against his chest allowed you to lull into the purest calm you ever remembered feeling. You stayed like that for some time, countless moments passing by too quickly, and when it finally came time to leave, he took your hand and clasped it proudly in his own before guiding you away from the beach.

In the days that followed, you started to pick up on his desire to feel you, to touch you, to hold you, and after knowing the serenity that came with Nanami’s touch, you were more than happy to oblige him.

[yoichichi]

Their Favorite Place to Kiss You

warning(s): none

a/n: I just feel like they needed something sweet damnit :( i love them that’s all - my inbox is always open :)

characters: mikasa, armin, levi, hange, eren, connie, sasha, jean, zeke, & reiner

Mikasa

Your eyelids

Mikasa has always been on the more soft spoken side when it comes to intimacy, sometimes she finds it’s even hard to reach out and hold your hand. She often opts for brushing her knuckles against yours and just hopes you get the gist. But when you’re asleep it’s different. She gets to reach out and run her fingertips delicately across your face and it gives her the perfect opportunity to lean in and press feather light kisses to your closed eyes, and she always hopes her love is strong enough that her affection communicates into your dreams. Please give this shy angel all the love :,(((

Armin

Your cheek

It’s just the purest way for him to show you he’s listening and cares really :(! You’ll be on a date and he’s holding your hand and he’ll just lean on over and place a little smooch there while he’s got this little smile going on, before he tells you to continue with your story, “I’m listening sweetie.” It was also the way he hyped himself up to be more physical with you as the relationship progressed. Baby boy was a little nervous for your first kiss so he worked himself up to it by acting all sly and leaving the gentlest of gentlest kisses on your soft skin. He also loves kissing any birth marks or freckles you may have on your face, they just draw his attention so much and he finds them so cute he has to leave some sort of appreciation for them. And now, kissing your cheek/face has just become his favorite place to leave hellos and goodbyes. It’s even better when he can feel your cheeks get plump from the way you smile when he leaves a kiss.

Levi

Your hands

He has a nasty habit of overworking himself and pushing his body to the limits physically. Staying up late and depriving himself of sleep, hunching over a desk and straining his eyes from all the reading and work, getting frequent headaches from how strong his focus has been - usually meaning he’s forgotten to drink enough water that day. It all takes toll in his tired eyes and the sore muscles in his body, the ones most tense in his upper back. The only good that comes from this is how easy it makes it to strip him away from work if need be. Just running your hands up his back to knead at the muscle between his shoulders and neck has him sighing and closing his eyes, reaching a hand up to grab onto one of yours and place thankful kisses along your knuckles. Now you’ve successfully convinced him to lay in bed while you softly run your hands over his face and body, only stopping when he grabs them to place more kisses. He hopes it’s good enough at showing you how grateful he is for you in his life <3

Hange

Your forehead

They call you their little stroke of genius always and this just kind of seals the deal for them teehee. Whenever they get any kind of idea - good, bad, small, big, dangerous, you name it - they’re placing a kiss on your forehead and hollering before they run off to execute said idea. You have an idea and they’re praising you on how smart you are while they kiss you repeatedly there, kind of like they’re your older, invasive relative or something. It’s also their favorite way to greet you whether it’s them coming home or waking you up first thing in the morning. It’s just always the perfect blank space for them to lay their love on you and get your attention. And if you have a big forehead they’ll mention how it gives them more space to love up on hehehehehe <3

Eren

Your neck

Cuddly boy, cuddly boy! He loves bothering you and trying to get your attention, and he finds it’s the easiest when he has his face buried in your neck and leaving wet kisses there. He also finds it’s such a versatile place for affection. If he’s feeling clingy, he can come up from behind and wrap his arms around you while he whines into the crook of your neck demanding you pay attention to him by kissing or blowing raspberries there until you’re giggling and giving in. When he’s sleepy and cuddling he can stretch his face up to whisper into your neck about heading to bed and finalizing his wish with a soft peck - barely even a kiss. If he’s in a mood it’s certainly an easy place to convince you to join him. And if he’s just feeling soft - which is almost always - he has no problem in smiling into that spot between your neck and shoulder and giving little love bites or any form of attention there. He’s just a clingy boy and it’s the easiest way to get what he wants - and hide how red his face can get from you.

Connie

The top of your head

It’s a funny thing he’s started doing in passing moments that’s just made his days so much brighter. You two will be bustling about in the kitchen cooking dinner and when you pass by him he just has to grab the sides of your face and reach over to kiss the top of your head with an obnoxious mwah to top it off. Or if he’s dropping you off he obviously has to reach over the middle console to pull your head aggressively towards him to leave another silly kiss - he likes it even more when you act “annoyed” with him over it. But it isn’t always silly, he finds it a really good way to let you know he hasn’t forgotten about how sweet you are to him. You’ll be laying in his chest while you two watch a movie and he’ll lean down to leave a long and quiet kiss into your hair, reminding you of his fondness.

Sasha

Your lips

It’s such a simple but sweet place to kiss! Nothing makes her happier than leaning in and giving a quick peck before she’s off to her busy day, her nose usually bumping into yours cause she’s being a little too quick about it, but it never fails to make you all giddy when you feel her smile against your lips. It’s also her favorite time to kiss you after you’ve had something sweet. First she just wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb to collect the sticky syrup that collected there from your breakfast a few minutes prior, sucking the sweetness from the finger and humming to herself. Next it was replaced with a simple kiss to the corner of your mouth or wherever you had yet to clean up a crumb - sometimes her tongue would innocently dart out to get a better taste. Finally it became just a regular sweet kiss, even happier than before, when she could still taste the honey in your mouth from the biscuits you’d made for lunch.

Jean

Your shoulders

He adores running his hands up and down your arms and it just goes so well with leaving a few light kisses at the top of your shoulders. He also feels like it’s such an intimate part of the body in that for him to place a kiss there means he’s physically close to you in a way he treasures immensely. Like when he embraces you in a long, warm hug for whatever reason, getting to bend down and leave a long sensual kiss placed there feels so serious to him, even if you’re ticklish and it has you giggling. There’s just something so serene for him when he’s able to feel that calm and close with you that he always finds himself compelled to lean over and even crane his neck to remind you how special you are to him with a shoulder kiss. What can I say, he just loves em!

Zeke

Your thighs

It seems like he’s ALWAYS passed out with his head in your lap. He says it’s not his fault but yours because you’re the one who always lets him rest his head there when he’s home from work, running your fingers through his hair. How is he supposed to stay awake when you’re doing that? And don’t get him started on how you run your thumb over his brow bone and down the bridge of his nose before going back up and starting again. It’s like you want him to take a nap on your thighs! Which you kinda do cause it’s the only time you get to see this mf relaxed and quiet in your presence if he’s not reading or doing some other nerd shit. He always makes sure to press sweet kisses to the tops of them when he wakes up, along with chuckling and tickling you with his scruff. He also likes to give you massages when you’re laying in bed which always somehow leads to him rubbing your calf’s while he closes his eyes and gently kisses the soft skin on your inner thighs. He’s just a sucker for em and you can’t tell me otherwise!

Reiner

Your back

Oh this guy :( He’s a chronic big spoon, no matter your size. It’s just always so soothing for you to be in his arms with his hands resting at your tummy, sometimes absentmindedly kneading the soft skin there as he falls asleep. But he never stays that way, he ends up naturally scooting down throughout the night so when he wakes up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your back with his arms wrapped even tighter around your midsection. You can always tell when he wakes up by the soft flutter of his eyelashes against your skin and the tightening squeeze on your torso, followed by soft open mouth kisses up your spine and all over your shoulder blades. Of course the way he whispers, “hi”, into your ear once he’s reached the top let’s you know, too.

this made me so unbelievably soft omfg. I just felt like we needed some soft content and I’ve been missing them :((( if you guys like this and would want it I can make a pt.2 with some characters I didnt include in this one :)! Jus lemme know if it’s something you guys would want! Anyways I hope you enjoy, I love talking to you in my inbox, and if you’d like to be on a taglist jus lemme know and I’ll happily oblige :)

requests are open

-🐇out

taglist: @plutowrites @armins-futon @peachysimp @sofi-yeager

[highsviolets]

INTERVIEW NO. 1: RACHEL @djarinsbeskar

hello hello! i am so happy to announce that rachel — aka the immense talent that is @djarinsbeskar — has agreed to be my first interviewee for this new series! thank you to rach and to each one of you for all of your support. to read more about the project, click here, and to submit an author, click here.

| why rachel? |

Rachel captured my imagination from the first time we interacted as mutuals-in-law. She’s bursting with energy and vivaciousness, with a current of kindness just underneath everything she does. Her work is no exception. Oftentimes gritty, raw, and exposing (in … ahem…more ways than one), Rachel challenges her readers to dig deeper into both the story and themselves. Her smut brings a particular fire as it’s laced with need, desire, and mutual trust that leads us deeper into the characters’ identities and how physical affection can mimic other forms of intimacy. She’s a tour de force in this fandom and an absolute joy.

| known for |

Engaging with and encouraging other authors, cultivating inspo posts, attention to world building & character development

| my favorites |

Stitches

Boxer!Din

Full Masterlist • Ko-Fi

| q & a |

When did you start writing? What was that project, and what was it like? Has that feeling or process ever changed over time? Why?

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t writing. I was an avid reader, as I think most writers are—and I remember, after picking up Lord of the Rings—that I could live so many lives, experience so many things, all from the pages of a book. I could make sense of the world through words and ink and paper. And it offered me a level of peace and clarity I wanted to share with others. So, I started writing.

My first project I remember to this day, was a short story about a dog. I had been so heartbroken when I learned that dogs were colourblind. I must have been about seven or eight at the time, and I was fixated on this idea that dogs couldn’t see the vibrant hues that made the world beautiful. It was something I wanted to change—and with all the righteous anger of a child not getting their own way, I sulked over the fact that I couldn’t. Until I wrote it down.

“How do dogs see colour?”

And much like my writing today, I answered myself.

“Dogs don’t need to see colour. Dogs smell colour.”

And so, I wrote a story, about a puppy being brought on different walks by its owner. And with every new street it walked down—colour bloomed with scent. Colours more beautiful and vibrant than we could ever hope to see with our eyes. And it gave me solace and helped me work through an emotion that – granted was immature and inconsequential – had affected me. To this day, I still smile seeing dogs sniffing at everything they pass on their walks. Smelling colour. It gave me the key to my favourite thing in life. I don’t think my process has changed much since then. Much of what I write is based on a skeleton plan, but I leave room for characters to speak and feel as they need to. I like to know the starting point and destination of a chapter—but how they get there, that still falls to instinct. I think I’ve found a happy medium of strict planning and winging it that suits me now—and hopefully it will continue to improve over time!

When did you start posting your writing, and on what platform? What gave you the push to do that?

I mean, fanfiction has always been part of my life. I think anyone who was growing up in the late 2000’s and early 2010’s found their way to fanfiction.net at some time or other. The wild west compared to what we have now! My first post was for the Lord of the Rings fandom on fanfiction.net. It was an anthology of the story told through the eyes of the steeds. Bill the Pony, Shadowfax—it was all very innocent. That was probably in 2010 when I was fifteen. I had been wanting to share writing for a long time but was worried about how it would be received. I didn’t really have a gauge on my level or my creativity and – one of the many flaws of someone with crippling perfectionism – I only ever wanted to provide perfection. That was a major inhibitor when I was younger. By wanting it to be perfect, I never posted anything. Until that stupidly cute LOTR fic. It was freeing to write something that no one but me had any interest in, because if I was writing for myself then there was no one to disappoint, right? And that was all it took. I had some pauses over the years between college and life and such, but I’ve never lost that mindset when it comes to posting.

What your favorite work of yours that you have ever written? Why is it your favorite? What is more important to you when considering your own stories for your own enjoyment — characters? fandom? spice? emotional development? the work you’ve put into it? Is that different than what you enjoy reading most in other people’s fics?

I don’t think it’ll come as much of a surprise when I say Stitches. While not original, I mean—it follows the plot of the Mandalorian quite diligently, it is the piece of work I really hold very close to my heart. Din Djarin as a character is what got me back into writing after what must have been five years? He inspired something. His manner, his personality—he resonated with me as a person in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. And gave me back a creative outlet I had been missing.

It’s funny to say out loud—but I wanted to give him something? I spent so long thinking about his character that half my brain felt like it belonged to him—how he reacted and responded to things etc. and of course, like every dreamy Pisces—I wanted to give him love and happiness. So, Stitches came along. Personally, when writing—it’s a combination of characters, emotional development and spice (I can’t help myself) and when we can follow that development. With Stitches, it’s definitely the spice that is the conduit for development—but I adore showing how the physical can help people who struggle to communicate emotions too complex for words.

I don’t usually read for Din, as most people know—but I do enjoy reading the type of work that Stitches is. Human, damaged—but still with an undercurrent of hope that makes me think of children’s books.

You said, “much like writing today, I answered myself.” Could you talk about that in relation to Stitches?

So, I’m endlessly curious, it has to be said. Especially about why people are the way they are. Why people do A instead of B. Why X person’s immediate thought went to this place instead of that place. And I’m rarely satisfied with superficial explanations. One of the most exciting parts of writing and fanfiction especially, is making sense of that why. There can be countless explanations, some that are content with what is seen on the surface and some that go deep and some that go even deeper still.

Stitches is almost a – very long winded and much too long – answer to the questions I was so intrigued by about Din Djarin, about the Mandalorian and about the Star Wars universe as a whole. I often wondered what happened to people after the Rebellion, the normal people who fought—the people in the background. What did they do next? Did some of them suffer from PTSD? What was the galaxy like right after the Empire fell? That first season of the Mandalorian answered some of those questions, but I wanted to know more. So, I created a reader insert who was a combat medic—and through her, I let myself answer the questions of what happened next.

Regarding Din as a character, I wanted to know what a bounty hunter with a code of honour would do in certain situations—what made him tick, what made hm vulnerable. I wanted to explore the discovery of his identity. Din Djarin didn’t exist after he was taken from Aq Vetina. He became a cog in a very efficient machine of Mandalorians—and it was safe there. I wanted to see what – or who – might encourage him to step into his own. Grogu was that person in a familial sense, but what about romantically? What about individually? There’s so much to explore with this man! So many facets of personality and nuances of character that make him so gorgeous to write and think about.

Talk to me about the Din Djarin Athletic Universe. How does Din as all of these forms of athlete play off who you see him as in canon?

The Athletic Universe! How I adore my athletes. Despite being in a modern setting, I have kept the core of Din’s character in each of them (at least I hope I have!). I like to divide Din’s character into three phases when it comes to canon because he’s not as immovable as people seem to think he is. We discussed this before, how I see Din as a water element—adaptable, but strong enough that he can be as steadfast as rock. But I digress, the first phase is the character we see in the first episode. Basically, before Grogu. There’s an aggressive brutality to Din when we see him bounty hunting. He works on autopilot and isn’t swayed by sob stories or promises. He has the covert but is ultimately separate. Those soft feelings he comes to recognise when he has Grogu are dormant – not non-existent – but they haven’t been nurtured or encouraged. This is the point I extracted Boxer!Din’s personality and story from.

Cyclist!Din on the other hand—is already a father, a biological father to Grogu. And his personality, I took from that moment in the finale of Season two where I believe Din’s transformative arc of character solidified. He was always a father to Grogu, but I do believe that moment where he removes his helmet is the moment, he accepts that role fully in his heart and mind. And that is why I don’t believe for a second, that removing his helmet was him breaking his Creed. In fact, I believe it was the purest act he could do in devotion to his Creed—to his foundling, to his son. The Cyclist!AU is very much the character I see canon Din having should Grogu have stayed with him. This single dad who isn’t quite sure how he got to where he is now—but does anything and everything for his child without thought. It’s a natural instinct for him, and I like exploring those possibilities with Cyclist!Din.

You also said, “he has the covert but is ultimately separate.” What does it take for him — and you — to get to that point of being ‘not separate?’

I mentioned this above, but one of the biggest interests I have in Din as a character is his identity. He’s a Mandalorian, he’s a bounty hunter, he’s the child’s guardian but those are all what he is, not who. I think Din is separate while being part of the covert because he doesn’t know. I don’t think anyone can really be part of something if they don’t know who they are or, they struggle with their identity. It’s curious to me—how you can deceive even yourself to mimic the standard set for the many. In the boxer verse, he identifies himself in relation to his boxing—and every part of his outward personality exhibits those qualities. But when he’s given a softer touch—an outlet of affection, and comfort—we see the softer side of him surface. It’s very much the same with Stitches Din. Identity is like anything, emotions—relationships, bodies. It needs nurturing to thrive, an open door—a safe space. At least, that’s what goes through my mind when I think of him.

Who is your favorite character to read?

Frankie because there are so many ways his character can be interpreted and there are some stellar versions of him that I think of at least once a day. Javi because he reminds me of kintsugi-- golden recovery, broken pottery where the cracks are highlighted with gold. I also adore reading for Boba Fett, Paz Viszla and the clones!

Is there anything else you want your readers to know about you, your writing, or your creative process?

Hmm... only that I am quite literally a gremlin clown who is always here to chat Din, Star Wars, literature, book recs and anything else under the sun! I like to hear people's stories, their opinions etc. it helps me see things from alternative points of view and can truly help the writing process! Other than that, I think I can only thank readers for putting up with my ridiculously long chapters and rambling introspection. Thank you for indulging me always! ❤️

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ MY OTHER HALF ❜

✨ REQUEST: nose si voy tarde però bueno, espero que no. i would like to request (obviously if that is okay for you) a headcanon with angel x reader of the day of their wedding, like súper súper fluffy.

✨ MADE BY: @artofvamps

WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

❚❙ Especial thanks to my lovely @angelreyesgirl for helping me with this wonderful masterpiece 🖤✨

❚❙ GIF credits: to the amazing @angels-reyes.

❚❙ ANGEL REYES MASTERLIST.

❚❙ MASTERLIST.

❚❙ JOIN MY TAG LIST.

Never in your life you could think about having a most perfect wedding, Angel didn't care about it too much, being enough for him to see you happy.

The most magical place you have ever been. Especially when the sun is almost falling, around five pm.

From the window of his room, you can see the backyard perfectly decorated by Creeper and Riz. They didn't lie when they told you that would be amazing.

White and red roses everywhere, forming vines wrapping the wooden beams of the altar. Over the guests' chairs, there are six fairy lights, giving some more intimacy when the night has come; and a red carpet in the hallway, over the grass.

All your friends are there, mixed with the Mayans, waiting for you.

Your hands are trembling, alone in Taza's room, while you hear some voices and laughs outside. You can't help but take another look of yourself in the mirror.

The white dress fits your body perfectly, falling from your chest to the floor.

The girl at the shop called it ‘a-line wedding dress’. You don't care about the name, but about the fact that you look like the most beautiful girl. Your hair is tied on top of your head, behind a delicate silver tiara and small red crystals in it. Soft make-up, that Bishop's Old Lady did for you, just like your future husband likes.

Felipe is run of words when he comes to the room, but you can see what he thinks in his eyes, about to cry.

You know that he would like that Marisol could see you marrying her son. She would love to see the man Angel turned himself into since he met you three years ago.

“Hey, I’m Angel Reyes, and you know what? You’ll be my wife one day”.

He wasn’t wrong.

But he’s not going to lie. He has been the whole night having nightmares about you running away from him; about you deciding that you didn’t want a life with him.

Ezekiel and Coco have been awake too, comforting him whenever the doubts hit his mind.

Holding Felipe’s arm, he guides you downstairs to the outside, feeling your legs shaking and your heart about to explode. You have doubts too. You’re scared of him taking a step back at the last moment.

Although every bad feeling disappears from the two of you, as soon as you lay eyes with each other.

Angel is about to cry. So are you.

For you, for him, there's no one else around your orbit. Just the two of you. Him waiting at the wedding altar, watching you walk over the red carpet perfectly placed on the ground.

And, damn. You thought that Angel couldn't look better, until you have seen him wearing that suit.

A black suit, covering the immaculate white shirt under a silver waistcoat with mayan symbols tissues in it. His hair is perfectly brushed to the back of his head and his beard is giving you desires of kissing it.

Seriously, it should be illegal to look this good.

But the detail that steals all your attention is the fact that he isn't wearing his characteristics rings. That big silver cross in his right pinkie and a signet ring with the Virgin of Guadalupe in his ring finger.

Felipe kisses your cheek, to intertwine his son's hand with yours.

You can't help but use your free hand to clean the tears falling down his cheeks, making Angel chuckles softly. You are always taking care of him with the most minimal details, showing him how much you love him, before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You changed me. You changed my life. You came with that smile, illuminating all the darkness around me. You've accepted me, advised me, shown me the road to happiness, put me first. You've never, ever, judged me. You've healed me, you've healed my wounds, my soul, my heart. You gave me the opportunity I always thought I would never have… You, mi reina, have loved me unconditionally without asking for anything back. I don't have enough words to express how I feel every morning when I wake up with you under my arms, when I kiss you, when I see you dancing in our kitchen, when you… look me with these beautiful eyes as if I was the fucking Big Bang happening in front of you”. Bringing your hands to his mouth, Angel kisses every knuckle of them. “I can't imagine a single day without you, without hearing your laugh, without reading your texts desiring me a good day when you wake up and I'm already gone. I don't wanna live a single day without hearing you singing in the shower, without riding my bike with you behind my back, without you smacking my ass and screaming ‘daaaamn, this is all mine’! You make me happy like no one could do. You make me feel important like no one could do. And I promise you, fuck… I swear it to God, that I'm gonna give you all of me. Every second of every minute, of every hour of every day till the end of my time. I don't want to live without you”.

Now, it's Angel who has to clean your tears, causing some laughs between the guests. And he can't help but wrap you with his arms in a tight, tight hug. The warmest and dearly hug he has ever given you.

“I didn't know what love was until I met you. I didn't know which was the meaning of life until I met you. Mi rey. My other half. It was you, and only you, since I saw you the first time sitting on your bike, smoking and with that face of grumpy idiot”. The guests laugh again, because they all know that pose. “And then you standed up and started to walk, and I thought ‘what the hell is wrong with his leg’”. More laughs. The loudest comes from your future husband. “But I would never change you for anyone else. We've been through bad days and good days. Shitty nights and funny nights. I would never change my life with you for anything else. No one has ever made me happy as you do every moment of my existence. You're the most awesome, incredible, loyal and lovely man I have ever met. You fight for me, you take care of me, you protect me. You make me smile whenever I feel insufficient, whenever I feel sad, whenever I feel that I don't belong anywhere. My home, my life, my happiness is wherever you are, Angel Reyes”.

Then, Taza as the priest looks at the two of you, before guiding his dark eyes towards you. “Would you want to take Angel Ignacio Reyes in hol—”. He can't finish, being interrupted by the man in question clicking his tongue. “Of fucking course she wants”. Gently grabbing your chin with a hand and placing the other on the back of your head, Angel kisses you by pecking your lips, making you laugh.

But Leti breaks the moment, coughing exaggeratedly. You asked her to be the flower girl and she has been practicing the last month, to don’t mess up her task. The most important one, actually.

For the next two hours, you can’t stop looking at your hand tangled with Angel’s, and the two fresh golden rings in your fingers. To other people they could be just two pieces of jewelry, but for you it’s the purest way to show him your love, your support, and your unconditional trust in him.

And for the next two hours, Angel can’t stop kissing your face all around. Going down with furtive kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your knuckles; not being able to take off from you his other arm around your waist, tightly closed to push you next to him.

Coco and Gilly are in charge of the speech, knowing that it’s going to be more funny than you thought, when they get up from their chairs drunk as fuck after too many shots of tequila. “Yo, mami… you really got the golden dick”. “Man!” Gilly punches him on the shoulder, making him strumble with his own feet and having to grab the other’s jacket to not fall. “I’m speaking the truth! Who was gonna think that he would get the girl to this point, ah?” “Not me”. “Me neither”. “You jealous, ah, motherfuckers?” Angel tosses them a napkin, causing the laugh of everyone around you. “Seriously, girl… How you do it to st—”.

“Enough?” Leti whispers to EZ, sitting by her side. The younger Reyes nods in silence, getting up, making Creeper and Riz a sign to take them off from the center of the yard; between curses in spanish and in some kind of invented language because of the alcohol.

“Hey, brother, I just want to tell you that by far this is the happiest moment of my life. You don’t deserve anything but all the love and the affection, and we all know that only her can give it to you”. You’re starting to think that EZ’s purpose is making Angel cry, because his eyes are being filled up with a bunch of tears now. “Our lives haven’t been easy, you know that… And you have put all the weight on your shoulders since ever, but I’m proud of you. Of who you are. Of calling you my brother. Mi sangre. I don’t desire you anything but happiness, Angel”.

“Yeah, and God bless your patience, sister”. Leti can’t help but add that remark, trying to not laugh when she finds you nodding energetically, before kissing your husband’s tears running down his cheek.

The big toast echoes all around the ranch, in the meantime that the prospects from Yuma and Stockton bring the cake. One of them. That’s the main, a three-story cake of black and white chocolate with your names drawn in red. Canche’s wife has made it for you. She’s an amazing pastry.

And you thought that Angel wouldn’t do it. HE PROMISED YOU ONE HUNDRED TIMES.

But that piece of shit were lying,

Stamping a piece of cake on your face, your husband quickly grabs your wrists to avoid you punch him, or do the same to him. As you sob between chuckles, keeping your eyes closed, Angel licks your lips with the tip of his tongue. “Mi dulce, mi favorito”.

“You promised me…”

“Ah, ah… I promised that I wouldn’t smash YOUR face IN the cake. And I didn't”.

After cleaning yourself and changing the heavy dress for another one that fits your silhouette to the perfection, you are ready to give your husband the last surprise of your wedding.

“Are you takin' me to a dark corner?” “Stop asking, Angel… You'll see”.

At the front yard, a baseball bat and a ball awaits. “What's that, baby?”

“Sh… I throw you the ball, and you hit it, okay?”

So there you are, watching Angel in position as in his old times, when he used to play in highschool.

You throw it.

He hits it.

And in just one second, the distance between you gets caught up by a pink powder, almost staining your clothes.

Angel is in shock. The bat falls from his hand. Eyes widened. Parted lips. His skin bristled, as his cheeks got wet again because of the tears.

“Felicidades, papi”.

He can't stop crying, embracing you with all his strength to his chest. Your husband can't believe anything that is happening today. All he has ever wanted is happening in a sight.

“The day we met, you told me that one day I would be your wife. And I told you that you looked like the father of my future children”.

[sloppy-butcher]

Can I pls get B, E, J, K, L, M, O, W, and Y for Oni?

I thirst and I request a quenching. 😫❤️

hope this quenches your thirst. sorry, it arrived so late boos. hopefully, your dehydration has not ended you yet. thank you for your support <3

unfortunately im going to have to cut a few of the prompts off else i’d write forever and it would never end :)

;;edit, pls no more fluffy alphabet request thank you :)

Fluffy Alphabet for The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Your face and more specifically your eyes. Ordinarily Kazan avoids contact with other peoples eye-line (most probably because he’d have to look down in order to speak directly into their faces) - he finds it demeaning and has the scars of past ridicules to further distrust him from the intimacy of eye contact. The face holds the purest form of human expression, no one can perfectly hide what they are feeling when it is written so clearly on their mouth, eyes and cheeks. He makes it a point to only look people in the eye when he kills them - there is only fear behind their orbs not disgust or contempt (Kazan remembers all the faces of the warriors and priests, and perhaps even his own wife, who called him a monster, their features etched like stone onto his mind that always fills his heart with hate and loathing).

When in a relationship with you, Kazan grows to enjoy looking into your face. It’s soft there, warm and comforting and he sometimes get lost when gazing for too long. You face was absent with the revile his past held, instead yours was understanding and gentle. it made him feel grounded and human. He feels welcomed in your face and watching as your mouth stretches into a light smile whenever he calls your name replaces all the horrible things in his chest if only for a moment.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Oh yeah, he would be the more dominant one. He’s a big guy, he knows what he wants and not matter how to try spin it, he would always end up on top. But he is not overly callous by any means, he rarely commands you to do things and only has one strong rule. You must stay by his side always. And if he is not around, then you stay in the temple. 

He lets you roam around his realm, doing as you wished and allowing you to keep your own free-agency. He even expresses permission for you to shower him in unexpected kisses, never once shying away as you approach him with open arms. 

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Originally he would be stiff as a board, ridge like unmastered steel. Kazan has never really indulged in the soft intimacies of lovers so kissing is received and given as more of a business transaction rather than a form of physical affection. You would have to teach him to relax into the embrace and to give over to desires and to kiss you truly. It would sure take awhile, requiring a lot of effort on your part to initiate the kiss. 

However once he learns to trust you and deepen the kiss, Kazan becomes quite the good kisser. His smooches are as large and intense as the rest of him is, he always wants more from  you and often cups the back of your head so as to provide support as he tips you over and worms his tongue into your mouth. You are always left breathless. 

The first kiss would be a small peck, a gesture still wrapped in uncertainty and nervousness. Kazan returned from a rather gruesome trial, the total severity of which caused his shoulders to slightly lean downwards and his gait  to be labored and rough. he was beyond exhausted and you could not bring yourself to verbally ask him what was bothering him so bad. So instead you crept up behind him, announcing your presence with a gentle touch of his burgling forearm, a gesture which he acknowledged with a soft grunt. 

You soothe him with a coo and reach a tentative hand upwards to his mask. He remains still, allowing you to do with him as you pleased. You push back the red demon mask to reveal his scarred skin underneath and standing on tip-toes you place an impossible kiss against his jawline. There was nothing to be said, nothing to be done. You had given him the world in that one, small expression of love.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Oh yes, most definitely. Marriage to Kazan is the be-all-end-all of relationships. He was married once before but it was presumably arranged. Now with you, someone he genuinely likes and wishes to be with, he most certainly wants to marry you.

But that is easier said than done. Being in the Entity’s realm makes it difficult to arrange such traditional ceremonies, often leaving Kazan to ponder as to how he could make your marriage official. He could ask Plague, she looked rightfully prestigious and proper, but she doesn’t speak any language he understands and walks around with her nose stuck high in the air. Kazan spends the next few days considering all other killers and survivors, trying to guess you would make the binding most legitimate. By the end of a grueling month of tedious contemplation and evaluation, Kazan regrettably gives up and asks if you would be alright not being formally married to him. It breaks him damn heart knowing that you would never officially carry his family name. 

You laugh at his ludicrous endeavor and tell him you don’t care what your relationship is called, as long as you are with him you are happy. He smiles. 

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

At the best of times, Kazan rarely allows anyone to idly stare at him. He finds it incredibly disrespectful when people watch him as if he some kind of circus performer - staring is for the confused and not an activity one does in his presence. 

Thus it would take an incredibly vigil eye to notice if Kazan is off or not. Rin, obviously, is the first to comment on his sudden mood change. At her query, Kazan suddenly grins, his chest fills with hubris and he crosses his arm proudly in front of his chest. He proclaims that he has taken you as a partner and that your relationship is most favorable and enjoyable. He gloats about you often to anyone with an ear and he spares no expense in making sure that everyone is aware that you are his. 

Other than that, he is very subtle about his feelings - he often keeps to himself and as a result of this imposed isolation, Kazan has an immense build-up of affection to dispense onto you when at last he sees you again.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He’d miss you terribly. You are his partner, his everything, the moonlight that makes the night just that bit more bearable. If you must go somewhere, why could he not go with? If you had something to take care of, he would surely help you through it. You mean the world to him and being without causes him great stress.

He panics when you are not around, an incredibly worry-wart lives underneath his armor and blood-stained mask. He paces the length of his realm, head fuzzy with all the scenarios his cruel imagination could conjure up in which you hurt yourself - or worse, die. He can't think straight, can't concentrate - all his thoughts lie with you and your unknown safety.

[bowieexaminprogress]

Directorial nuggets

Vrijdag 20:14 part 2 (tw suicide, homophobia)

Please don’t read further if you are triggered in any way by the topics above because suicide and inner homophobia will be discussed thoroughly.

Yasmina finally opens up and asks the question that has been bothering her. It is her first attempt so far to understand. To reach out.

Why doesn’t Younes believe in god?

Note how he clears out his throat before he speaks. It is clear that the story he is about to tell is affecting him emotionally, recalling it makes him sad but he wants to share that with Yasmina.

Younes starts telling the story of Badr a friend who passed away in an accident. Note how Yasmina gives her condolences and immediately rushes to explain that bad things happen but that this is not a reason to not believe. She is rushing to explain but forgets to listen at the beginning. I like how Younes cuts her off. He says I know “Shit happens” but wait a minute and listen because for Badr things were very difficult. Badr was a gay Muslim man that felt that the fact that he was gay was the ultimate sin, he tried to “cleanse” himself by reading the Koran and reciting passages, claiming that homosexuality was the biggest crime. Younes tried to reach out to him. We clearly see here where Younes stands when it comes to the issue of homosexuality. He believes that love is all that matters. Badr got angry and said that it was Satan taking over him and that’s why he was having these feelings, it wasn’t about love. He considered himself possessed, infected. He tried to “heal” himself. We don’t know exactly what that “healing” entailed. Younes implies here that the car accident might not actually been accidental but intentional. It might have been a way for Badr to take his own life, as his way to finally “heal” himself. That event pushed Younes away from Allah and any god for that matter. For him religions are not letting people be who they really are.

Yasmina brings a different perspective into that conversation. It is not necessarily religion that creates those feelings in people. She has seen that from her non religious friends. This is a clear reference to Robbe and his journey during season 3. Remember his conversations with Yasmina at school. How he said at some point to Milan “I want to be normal again”, his inner homophobia preventing him from being himself and him conforming to a cis straight relationship as a way to fight what he feels, to “heal” himself. This sequence is extremely painful because we have seen and witnessed with our own eyes someone who went through that journey with a different outcome and Badr’s story gives us a perspective into what could have happened if Robbe’s story didn’t have the happy ending that it did.

I like how Younes listens to Yasmina’s argument. He shows us the beautiful things he took from Islam. We clearly see that he is not seeing Islam as something that is only bad. Islam is about empathy, gratitude, altruism, always trying your best but not only for yourself but also others.

We are entering now one of the most beautiful parts of this discussion and my favourite part from the OG. Yasmina’s view of religion and prayer. For her religion’s purpose is all about the good things that Younes listed above. Fasting and prayer are reminders of those purposes. They work as beacons of light between the stresses and worries of everyday life. For Yasmina prayer is a grounding force. She feels more herself when she is praying, the background noice of life is silenced, it is her at her purest most, honest form. Everything appears right, everything has a purpose. For her religion, prayer is actually being the ultimate you a juxtaposition to Badr, Younes’ view. 3 people, 3 different perspectives of religion, 3 different interpretations of Koran.

I like how she asks Younes if he gets what she means and he says yes. Maybe at this moment their view on religion is different but spiritually they are at the same place.

We hear the first guitar chords from “Where is my love” by SYML play and the song begins to play as Yasmina throws the ball away from them. Their intimacy symbol. At this moment she needs to lighten the mood a little bit but maybe also needs a tiny bit of space to breath after everything that was revealed.

The lyrics of the song again are reflecting Yasmina’s and Younes’ thoughts. It is not a happy song. It is a song about a hurting lover, someone who is searching for his missing love. A love that might have run away but also might have gone from life. It is trying to offer solace to that love. When one hurts or bleeds, the other one bleeds the same, if one is scared the other one is there for them. The lyrics add an extra layer to Younes and Yasmina. They bleed the same at the end of the day, they are hurting the same, they are searching for each other.

Yasmina’s expression once Younes leaves her side shows that this conversation has filled her with thoughts and questions. She looks pensive. She is surrounded by cold, cloudy light.

For Younes on the other hand this conversation has brought him closer to Yasmina. He now has reached a point where he has stood bare in front of her and he feels safe and more connected than ever. He looks happy. He is in warm, golden light.

He finds a rock. The same connection object we had between him and Yasmina at the beginning of the clip with the little pebble. This time around it is heart shaped. It is orange. The colour of adventure, optimism, youth, enthusiasm, the colour of emotion. He tries to hide it at first but he offers it fully to Yasmina immediately. He says you have my heart now, take it and do with it whatever you want.

This shot of Yasmina with the light behind her showcases where our lovers stand at this particular point. There is light, there is hope, but Yasmina still has a shadow of doubt.

[prose-for-hire]

Home Again

Pairing: Spike x chubby!reader

Request: Hey! Can I please request a spike x reader?? Something along the lines of laying in bed cuddling, radio playing soft rock in the background, rain pelting down on the roof, and they’re just talking and sharing secrets and emotions and traumas and stuff like that. Soft neck and cheek kisses. Also can the reader please be plus size :)

Requested by: @soggy-enchilada​ - hope this is what you wanted love !! 💖

You lay back, breathing a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. You were finally back where you belonged. By his side. You were surrounded by the soft strum of guitars and the arms that held you close. You were in bed, laying beneath the bedclothes. You had Spike by your side, his hair mussed from lying against the pillow.

The flyaway strands of bleach blonde making you smile, you reached to run your hands through it. You gently weaved your fingers between the strands, a soft caress. He moved into your touch, the way a cat might to receive further affection. You continued, all of this wordless, you knew what would give him comfort and you were happy to give it willingly.

He smiled at the way you took such care. He slid his arms down your large frame, enjoying the way your bare skin felt under his hands. He closed his eyes briefly at the sensation, as if in complete peace. 

 There was no direct sunlight, the cool evening slowly darkening as you reached to stretch your arms around him. He made a noise, low and content with the back of his throat. He loved it like this. There was no threats, nothing to get caught up in. He had you completely to himself. It was bliss.

The misty scene from the window was warped with the constant pelting of rain that passed outside the window. You weren’t too bothered by the view from outside, however, he was the only thing that had any semblance of importance. He was the centre of your world, as you were his. The foggy condensation on the window making you even more grateful that you were here beside him. His body warmed up against yours, allowing for such an intimate feeling that you both felt at the exact same moment. 

The thrumming of the rain against the window became slightly louder. The sound, although not threatening, meant that you clung to each other ever closer. The silence that blanketed the room was comfortable, his lips only moving every so often to land the sweetest of kisses against your exposed skin.

He moved so gently beside you, his arm raising and falling with your steady breathing as he rested it over you. He appreciated every inch of your plus-sized form. The devotion in his eyes shining as he trailed a necklace of tiny kisses along the base of your neck. You sigh, leaning into him so that your mouth rested close to his ear.

You begin to whisper. To share. You don’t know what prompted it other than the intimacy you felt so deeply within. You told him of your past and you listened intently as he replied, spoke of his own past. Hushed whispers now mixed with the patter of the rain against the window made you both subconsciously move closer together. Huddling in the warmth of your bodies pressing together and the warmth of your words settling in the room. The cosiness you felt came from inside out.

You pause from your confessions, allowing to saturate in them. The trust of another. The reality of what you had revealed. The reflection something that would have felt harsher if it hadn’t been for the person beside you. Making you feel stronger. Feel safe to share in this way.

You lightly hum to the faint music playing on the radio and Spike closed his eyes. He moved, his hand on the side of your soft cheek, now leaning against the crook of your neck once more as he thought. He wanted you to feel his love above all else. To show you that he would never once leave, no matter what you told him. He was so sure that you felt the same as he continued to press feather-light kisses wherever his lips could reach on your soft skin.

You shift, pulling the blankets over both of your heads. You both lay on your sides facing each other. Staring into each other’s eyes. You stayed there, under the covers. As if this would be the barrier to protect you from your pasts. All you needed was the other. 

The whispers continued as you spilled every intimate trauma you could think of. It tumbled from your mouth, whispering so only he would ever hear you. This was for him and him alone. You trusted him so intimately and he felt it the same. A hand delicately caressing your larger form as you spoke of things you never thought would be spoken. Of things that even a month ago, you wouldn’t dare think yourself.

The soft murmurs were almost inaudible. But each whisper spoke to the others soul. You took it in turns to sift through the trauma of your years. You both poured your hearts until they were empty. The gaping hole, the emptiness that should have been there instead filled to the brim with understanding. The empathy you shared, a bond like no other. Almost as if you could feel his trauma as your own and vice versa. You wished to remove the pain, the hurt from each other but settled for soothing your lover.

You were sensitive to each other’s emotions in way that had never been felt by either of you before. Neither for or by another. Your affection for the other expressed with such tenderness, you weren’t sure if the stray tears were from what you revealed or from the love you felt all around you. Every intake of breath. Every gentle movement beside him. In every whisper he uttered between kisses.

Either way, he wiped your tears away. Kissed them away. His eyes shining in the same way as yours. It was intimacy in its purest form. With each of you teaching the other to forgive themselves. To love, and accept love. You stroke up along his side, your hand gliding up his chest, resting on his shoulder. You rubbed your thumb along his collarbone softly.

Another silence fell, only the faint voices from the radio audible. Singing of intimacy you had once only dreamt of. Of love that you had only heard of in songs like those. But now you knew. With every fibre of your being what love was. What caring for another meant. As you both thought, not needing to speak anymore, your arms enveloped each other.

You curled around him, both wrapped around each other never wanting to let go. you lay like that, beneath the covers, for an age. Your own personal safe haven. You would always be safe here, by the other’s side. This was home. Guaranteed protection. In each other’s arms, you were at home.

[actuallysaiyan]

I guide you to the couch and when I sit down, I pull you onto my lap. I hand you the remote before letting my hands wander over your skin. There’s nothing sexual about my touches. I just want to shower you with so much affection. I press soft kisses everywhere I can reach while you surf through the channels before finally settling on something.

You snuggle back up against me. You kiss me softly before we both turn our attention to the television. It’s not long before the pizza arrives and I gently love you off my lap so I can get it. I set it down on the coffee table in front of us before going to the fridge to get myself a beer.

You want something to drink, honey?

-Dante

—

In the dark of the night, I stare. My fists are clenched as I try to make sense of the emotions swirling through me. When we first met, I thought you were just some silly girl my brother took up with. It didn’t take me long to realize there’s more to you than that. You’re the last of your kind. Hybrids are a rare occurrence. As far as I know me and Dante are the only 1/2 demons out there.

Your kind hasn’t been seen, even in the purest form in the underworld, for centuries. Dante is too stupid to have picked up on it before. And now he’s stupid enough to think he can keep you for himself. I was willing to play nice with my brother. To share the precious treasure that is you.

Those days are over.

-Vergil

Oh, I'll just take water.

I wonder if the breeding we did tonight was sufficient enough to get me pregnant again. If that is the case, I should try to make better health choices for our baby. I need to be in physical form for me to be able to carry this baby in a healthy way. Plus I need to make sure I'm still able to take care of Eva comfortably while pregnant. I am a little worried that maybe my demonic powers and my emotions might have gotten the better of me. You come back with a beer and a bottle of water for me. We dig into our food as we watch some dumb funny show. It feels nice to have intimacy like this.

You know, I can't tell you how truly lucky I am to have found you. You really complete me, Dante.

Once I'm done eating, I snuggle closer to you again. We're both kissing sweetly and just massaging each other. It feels so nice. But there is something eating me up inside. I have a feeling that Vergil will show up again...

[generalasshattery]

First Kisses with the Kombatants: Part 2

This is still on the naughty side at certain points. Ladies and villains/monster sorts are still to come!

Bi-han

The question had come with so much weight behind it, that it had left you speechless for a long moment. So simple, “will you be mine?” And yet it felt like there was something so much more profound in meaning then asking you to be his partner. Saying yes was a foregone conclusion, something he knew before he asked. He’d waited until you were sure you knew what you were signing on for. Still, he waited for you to say it.

When you did, things seemed to change in a way you hadn’t expected. He’d been tender with you before, but there was something so vulnerable about the way he took you into his arms and held you, kissing the top of your head and promising to take care of you. When your lips meet, he uses the moment to express how he needs you in turn, something that he could never really find the words for. He’s definitely in control, but you’re seeing a sensitive side, something that now exists only for you.

Nightwolf

You aren’t official yet, not really, despite how inseparable you’ve become. It’s a thing that’s on the edge of both your minds, being together, the bond you share of trust and empathy has become unbreakable. So much so that you aren’t even that afraid of having the conversation about being more than. You instinctively know that things will be fine, that the love you two share is deep enough that you can weather every storm.

He told you he loved you, and you already knew he did, it was so easy to return the words back. It was mutual, the two of you reaching for each other. You move so quickly after having been so patient with one another. It feels deeper than a physical expression, it feels as though your bodies and souls are commingling in a new way. When you part, your hands linger together, fingers laced. In someways it feels like a new beginning, a new day faced together, in others it’s like you continue together on the path you’d travelled for so long.

Kenshi

He makes you wait for it, no matter how much you’re thinking about it around him, or hinting he’s going to use this as one of the many ways he loves to tease you. In fact, you’ll find even attempting to make the first move is a struggle because he can’t see you trying. Not that he’s not aware, but he enjoys the game. So he’ll keep the affection to hugs and gentle touches until you’re feeling a special sort of need for him.

That first kiss will lead to more, make no mistake. He caught you thinking your naughtiest thoughts and just had to reward you for having them. He’ll push you up against a wall, and pin you there so he can give you everything you’ve ever fantasized about having in a kiss from him. He’s taken that time he made you wait to learn everything you crave. It’s hot, it’s heavy, and it’s like sweet relief. That relief won’t last long, he’ll have you hot and bothered in no time flat.

Jax

Jax doesn’t believe in wasting time, least of all yours. He’s a man that relies heavily on, and is healed by the love of others. He’s taken your relationship seriously, even if jokes and snarky comments between the two of you are frequent. You won’t be too far into things when he makes the move, and you can absolutely expect him to be a gentleman about how he does it.

A quick peck on your lips, is how he tests it. He moves in quick and then lingers after it’s done to see how you react. When you inevitably take the invitation for more, when you lean in and press your lips back against his, he’ll wrap an arm around your back so he can tilt you back like in a scene from a romance movie. He’ll use that position to give you a deep, affectionate, and lovely moment. Before he parts he rests his forehead against yours, that small gesture alone will tell you exactly how serious he feels about you.

Kung Lao

A competitive man by nature, you can expect Kung Lao to show up for his first kiss with you like he’s trying make you forget you’ve ever been kissed before. He’s going to wait until he’s done something extra impressive, until you’ve commented on his talents, bolstered his ego in that way he craves especially from you. He needs your emotional support, and when you provide it to strengthen his self esteem he could move mountains for you.

So he pulls you close, tilting his head just enough to the slide that he can make one slick move to get his lips on yours. He’s not looking for an intense make-out, in fact it’s a kiss that’s quick. A fluid motion to pull you in and dazzle you with an athletic tongue before he pulls away. He wants you chasing him for me. It would be hard not to with just how dexterous that tongue is.

Raiden

You frustrate Raiden, because he doesn’t think he’s suppose to feel this way. He’s a man with duties, responsibilities, with a certain level of decorum expected of him. He can’t stay away from you though, and that’s part of why that’s so frustrating for him. That pent up need, that agitation extends so far beyond any sexual need. It’s a need for you, in his life, his daily life, and to alleviate the frustrating loneliness of your absence. He may seem irritated with you, because he is.

When he realizes that he’s pushing you away, he’ll reach for you, a hand on your arm to pull you to him. His free hand cradles the back of your head, tilting your face upwards so he can swoop down from his extreme height to give you that kiss. He needs you, and make no mistake, he’ll take as much time as he needs proving that to you. You’ll have to break first to get some air.

Lui Kang

He’s a confident man, a romantic man, a man that’s mastered lingering gazes and flattering comments. He speaks so gently to his love, and so highly of them, that it comes as no surprise he’s considered this moment many times over. He wants it to be the soft, sweet expression that mimics those gentle feelings he has for you. It’ll be during a meaningful date together, something he planned knowing it would delight you specifically.

He’ll lean in so you can meet him half way, a small method of showing how he values you as an equal. It’s free of lust, or hot and heavy petting, it’s a gentle embrace and a softer kiss. He’ll hold you long after you part, making loving comments and inside jokes with you. It’s an expression of intimacy at its purest form.

[callmehopeless]

HEY HOPPO I HAVE A THIRST:: what would the boys opinions/ wants be if you brought up the idea of tantric sex? ( if ur not familiar with it, it’s when there’s a lot of foreplay and build up of intimacy and basically slow prolonged sex that can last for hours but brings realllly powerful orgasms and is supposedly sorta spiritual)

A QUESTION FOR SURE

Clyde would LOVE the intimacy of it, but find it so hard to keep his cool. At the best of times, sex with Clyde is an affair filled to the teeth with encouragement, stumbled words. Something like this would bring him to his knees, but make him love you SO MUCH

Kylo would find it the purest and most terrifying form of perfect torture. It’s so easy to make him a desperate, sobbing mess for you - but this would just about do it. By the time you let him come he’ll be begging, tears running down his cheeks - nearly screaming his release right out of his lungs.

Sackler would find the challenge of it exciting, and I reckon something this sensual would make him come up with very interesting new ways of spewing filth about how good your pussy is.

Paterson would love it; love watching you glow. Love feeling that affection you hold for eachother deepen and grow, until it’s almost moving right through his blood.

Charlie would find it such a powerful but terrifying experience. After all he’s been through...to bare his soul to someone, be truly naked? That’d come with its own fears. When those are cleared away, though: dear God, I think he’d tremble for a taste of this.

Flip would probably have something witty to say about how all sex with you is tantric sex, because he blows his load with the force of a shotgun. I think if you actually did it to him, though: he’d get very sweaty, very impatient, and VERY ready to lose his mind.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Two Hungry Souls // Arthur Fleck x Reader // soft comfort.

Written for @anti-peach in a time of great need. Darling, I hope this helps you. I truly do.

Summary: What I need is some cuddles. Since he's also touch starved (clearly much more than I am), I'd love just some intimate moments where it's meaningful contact with sweet words thrown it. Conversation about how lack of love and intimacy hurts and how happy we are to have found each other. Maybe its like the first time in the relationship either have been ready for intimate contact. Nothing smutty obviously, but just like- sweet stuff.

Word count: 1, 675.

This smol bean look at him ughhhhh~ imagine being blessed enough to wake up to this every day! <3

“Hey, Arthur?” You called from where you were settled in bed, leaning against the headboard. “The Murray Show is on! Hurry up~” You turned the last word upwards into a sing song voice and you smiled despite your overall mood at the sound of dishes being shoved unceremoniously into the sink and the quick padding of his bare feet across the apartment’s threadbare carpet.

“Yay, Murray!” Arthur’s smile was full faced and natural, his eyes glowing as he threw himself down beside you on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly with the force of his enthusiasm. His voice was soft and his tone childlike, filled to the brim with excitement. He loved the Murray show, even the reruns. His shoulder touched your fleshier one as he sunk into the mattress, and he jerked away as if he had burned you, his eyes quickly shooting to yours to gauge your reaction.

“It’s okay,” You smiled, the ghost of his brief yet welcomed touch still haunting your skin in the form of goose pimples. “You can lean against me.”

Arthur frowned gently, the crease in his brow furrowed. “N-no i-it’s okay, I don’t - “ He cleared his throat and tried again, “Don’t wanna bother you.”

“It’s hardly a bother if I invited you, is it?”

Arthur’s eyes searched yours earnestly. A slow, wide smile spread across his emaciated face as he realised slowly and with much disbelief that you were being serious. You wanted him to touch you. Even in the innocent context that it was meant in did it spread a blush like wild fire across his face. 

“Can we...” Arthur leaned against your shoulder again, gently easing his weight onto you like he was afraid you were a delusion, like he would fall across the bed holding nothing but the cold, empty air. When at last was his weight fully against your side did he breathe a quiet sigh of relief. 

As your eyes fluttered closed - such a simple touch could leave your head spinning - you decided that you wanted more. 

It hadn’t escaped your notice that Arthur hadn’t finished his question and you also didn’t fail to see that almost subconsciously was he leaning further into you, trying to get as close as he physically could. He was only wearing charcoal grey trousers, leaving his top half naked. The material of your green zip up hoodie was a comforting sensation against Arthur’s tired, worn down and bruised skin. 

“’Can we’ what, honey?” Tentatively did you reach out a hand to thread your fingers through Arthur’s own, squeezing his hand gently in yours. You squeezed a little harder this time as you silently encouraged Arthur to say what he wanted. It was something you were both learning alongside each other; to ask when you wanted something. So used were you to being denied by yourselves and by others that being able to ask and to receive was an entirely novel concept which you both adored having found in the other.

“Can we cuddle?”

Oh, help you, that was exactly what you wanted. “Yes!” The word ripped from your lips before you even fully registered Arthur’s words, and his answering beam had you positively glowing as he pulled you into his arms. The opening instrumental of the Murray Show started to play as Arthur took you into his arms, your head easily finding his chest. Your ears immediately found his heart beat and you pressed down, wanting to hear your most favourite sound like it was inside your own mind; a tattoo inside the part of the brain that remembered sounds and tortured you with refrains of unfinished songs you could no longer remember the name of.

Arthur’s small chuckle and his muttered “woah” as you got comfortable without your conscious mind telling you to slow down, to ask if it was okay, to ask if Arthur was okay with this made you pause, but his hand found your dyed hair, his slender fingers gently untangling any knots it encountered. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” His voice was so quiet, so intimate, that it made that long since neglected, ignored part of your heart sing in amazement. “Take what you want from me. It’s all yours if you want it.”

You pulled your head up from his chest somewhat reluctantly to look up at him. “What about you? What do you want?”

With an awkward bend to his spine did Arthur press a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead. “S’okay,” He hummed, “I’ve got everything I need right here.” Emphatically did he kiss your forehead again, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid that you would leave him. Nothing could hurt him more than his fear of losing you in any meaning of the term. You were his double edged blade - you were his happiness but you could also craft his doom if you so chose. He was the same for you and carefully did you keep each other on the same side of the line - the side where you carved your lives out together, creating a person who makes you believe that everything the world tries to tell you isn’t real, is real - that everything is true. Love did exist in its purest form - you were cuddled up to him right now, your head rising and falling gently with his every breath, his heartbeat in your ear and his arms wrapped around you cosily.

A soft noise left your throat but you pushed it down, blinked the tears away before they fell, before Arthur felt them against his warm, soft skin, and just enjoyed the moment of feeling Arthur under you, his skin on yours and his lips in your hair, breathing you in, and you just sunk into the feeling of being loved and being in love the way you sink into a hot bath; slowly, carefully in case you get scalded, and then all at once with a full bodied sigh of quiet relief.

As the show was half way done and the adverts played across the television did you raise your head to look at Arthur. You turned, blocking his view of the television screen. Arthur’s hands dropped to your plush hips as he squeezed gently, just looking at you. 

“I’m so happy we found each other.” You leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, coming forward even more to rest your forehead against his. 

“I never dared to think - “ Arthur couldn’t say that he had never dared to dream, because he had. Oh, you both had yearned and dreamed of meeting someone like the other, of meeting someone who loved you as fiercely and as strongly as you loved them, but in your pain and your sorrow, that weird numb feeling which stole all sense of time and direction, had you been forced to learn the true meaning of patience. Finding each other quite by chance had been no reward, but it had been a simple case of being in the right place at the right time, a chance encounter which had led to the most beautiful, devastating relationship you had ever experienced or would ever experience again.

“I thought I wasn’t able to be loved.” You whispered quietly, as if you were afraid that speaking the words which so often haunted you would be drawn into reality; that even speaking them makes the sentiment real. It was a fear Arthur knew all too well and immediately did his hands move from your hips to cup your face in his hands. His hands were hot against your skin, and as the instrumental sounded out from the old television again to announce that The Murray Show was continuing did he tilt his head to kiss you. His lips were soft, warm and dry against your own. Even here in the bed, cuddled up under the duvet and watching television together, your bodies touching, there was no thought of sex. There was only sympathy, tenderness, love and affection and the new but so welcomed knowledge that you and Arthur were in love and would always be in love. 

“No, angel,” Arthur shook his head, your forehead tingling as his rubbed against yours with the movement. “Don’t ever think that. I won’t let you think that.”

“But - “

“No,” Arthur sighed out the word, his breath washing gently over your face, you pulled back slightly, just enough to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. His hands slid down your face and came to wrap around your back. He hugged you tightly to him, the both of you sighing in various degrees of relief and love, “It’s not you that can’t love or be loved. It’s the world. Look what it’s done to you, to both of us. It’s,” He sighed deeply, his ribs becoming more prominent against his skin as he inhaled, and then becoming less so as he exhaled; he was so thin. “It’s crazy.” The last word became another sigh, almost as if Arthur had run out of steam.

Perhaps he had.

In any case, as you both got settled down again, finding joy in such a simple pleasure; touching and being touched by another living person, though the force of the gravity of the love you held for one another was so strong that everything was amplified. Sometimes you felt so much love it was like you physically couldn’t handle it and that it was going to burst forth from you uncontrollably. Sometimes it did and you were left with tears running down your face as you thought about Arthur and all that he meant to you.

As the Murray show came to a close and the television played another old re run of a different stand up show did the two of you stay together, basking in the love which you both had thought would never be yours.

But the old saying, as annoying and cliche as it was, was true:

Never say never.

The Arthur Fleck/Joker Defense Squad @writings-of-a-gen-z  @x-avantgarde-x       @insomniabird  @mavalenovaninagavi  @itwasrealenough  @morrisonmercurymalek  @rand0ms-fand0ms  @rafaelina-casillas @aclownthing  @rebs-doom  @vivft  @help-i-am-obssessed@autumnaffection   @taintednihilist   @vladtoly   @mg-woolf99@misstgrey92  @that-s-life   @dopey-girl-blogs  @seeking-dreamland  @sweetheart-syndrome  @heartxfdesire  @xmusichealsthesoulx  @0callmejude0  @the-one-that-likes-riddles  @hannibalsslut  @folliaght  @freeeshavacadoo  @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @unlovedbyeveryoneandeverything  @okamiredfoxx  @sp0okysp0oky  @the-pandorabox  @mardema  @jibanyyan  @honeyflvredcoughdrop  @emissarydecksetter  @jokerfleckk  @epidendroideae  @chuuntas  @stillmabel  @pumpkinpeyes  @onehystericalqueenposts  @the-jokers-wolf  @nalsswa  @justahyena  @arianatheangelworld  @soullessblondbitch  @gothamslittlejester  @twentyonestarrynights  @sirianfromsixties  @kissmeclownman  @joker-is-my-hero  @lazyloosah  @lovesickkloxx  @ladylovelyluna  @live-love-loki  @clownerybbxx   @tragicarthur    @anmach123     @rommie-chan      @arthurflock     @lucyboytom      @anti-peach     @ immortal-bi-bitch @hearthurfleck      @crazieroutthere      @curlystark     @hailmary-yramliah    @sagyunaro     @playinthedarktillitsgoldenagain     @jokeringcutio      @xenthefox                  @mijachula