#implied intimacy

[aventurineswife]

Braid his hair, braid his hair, braid hIS HAIR

READER BRAIDING BOOTHILL'S HAIR

Hold Tight to the Reins

Summary: In a rare moment of calm aboard Boothill's ship, you take the opportunity to braid his unruly hair. As you work, Boothill lets down his guard, revealing a softer side beneath his rugged exterior. The tender moment between you and the vengeful cyborg cowboy grows more intimate as he allows himself to trust and even enjoy your touch.

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Intimacy, Slow Burn, Hair Braiding, Comfort, Soft Moments, Suggestive Ending

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Implied Intimacy, Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: YES ANON! 🫡

It was an uncharacteristically quiet evening on Boothill's ship, one of the few moments where the embers of vengeance weren't pushing him toward the next fight, the next bounty. In the dim light of the cabin, you found yourself sitting on a low crate, facing Boothill as he sat cross-legged on the floor, idly reloading one of his revolvers. His gaze, usually so steely and focused, had softened somewhat as he kept his head slightly tilted toward you, though he seemed determined not to look you in the eye.

You reached out, fingers brushing the white strands of his hair. The jet-black streaks that ran through it made it look like ink bleeding into paper, wild and untamed, and you couldn't help but wonder how many battles it had witnessed with him. You twirled a lock around your finger thoughtfully.

"Mind if I braid this?" you asked, barely above a whisper, almost like you were afraid to shatter the silence between you.

Boothill grunted, a low, noncommittal sound. "You plannin' to weave a lasso out of it or somethin'?" His sharp teeth glinted as he flashed a wry smile. "Not sure how you'd rope anyone with that little scrap."

You smirked and shook your head. "Just wanna make it look a bit more... manageable. You know, like a ranger on a mission."

He shrugged, finally giving you a curt nod. "Knock yourself out, darlin'. Not like I got anything better to do while we wait."

You knelt down behind him, hands ghosting over his shoulders as you gathered his hair in sections. His long, unruly hair was surprisingly soft, despite the grit and smoke that clung to it from countless battles. As you carefully started weaving the locks together, Boothill's shoulders seemed to relax a little under your touch.

“Feels… different.” he murmured after a while, his voice losing a hint of its rough edge.

“Different how?” you asked, fingers working gently through the braids, pressing close to his scalp as you added new sections, creating an intricate pattern.

"Don’t know," he muttered, but his voice had gone softer still, the gruff cowboy mask slipping just a bit. "Ain't exactly used to someone touchin' me like that. You know—easy-like."

You couldn’t help but smile, fingers lingering on the braid a moment longer before sliding down to rest against his collarbone, close enough that he could feel your warmth. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call you ‘easy’ to deal with.”

He chuckled, a raspy sound that vibrated through his chest. “You must be crazy, tryin’ to tame a ghost like me.”

“Guess I like a challenge.” you teased, letting your hands slip lower, grazing the edge of his mechanical torso beneath his jacket, feeling the smooth metal alongside the warmth of his skin.

Boothill’s breath hitched, and he turned his head slightly, just enough to meet your eyes with his own black and white-aimed gaze. For once, he looked almost vulnerable, as if he’d let you see past that reckless gunslinger façade.

“Careful,” he said, voice dipping low, “or I might start gettin' used to this."

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” you whispered back, leaning in just close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath, your fingers still idly running through his freshly braided hair.

For a moment, he didn’t move, and you thought maybe you’d gone too far. But then, with a slight smirk and a glint of something raw and intense in his eyes, he reached up, his hand resting over yours. "Well then, darlin'... better keep a tight hold on those reins."

[xayasmrxsoftlyx]

Imagine you're a Dungeon/Game Master for a group of yanderes-

*Sneak Peek* since I've been sick and not feeling up to writing. CW: implied and referenced violence and sexual intimacy. Nothing is explicitly mentioned (yet) but definitely implied.

Imagine being the Game Master for a ttrpg to a group of yanderes that have chosen you as their darling. Their eyes watching you completely enraptured, hanging on every word like it was the very oxygen they needed to breath. They ask endless questions about your homebrewed world- the lore, the NPC's, the religions and deities, hell, even the mindless and mundane politics intrigue them. At first, you were worried because they all seemed so competitive, almost aggressively so; yet, as you molded the story for them, urging them to create bonding moments, creating situations to encourage teamwork, friendship, even love for one another, they became close. Dangerously close, unknown to you. You've unknowingly forged your own little cage where you sat when they realize they can love each other and share you in the process. (After all, that's what you wanted right? That's what this was all about.) There's also the realization that with them together, no one can get in their way now; there's no way for you to leave them. The roleplay ends up becoming far more intense after that; so much so that you fluster in admiration and pride often whilst listening to them. "I knew you'd have it in you!" You'd cheer them on, endeared that they're finally getting along meanwhile they're so proud that you're all theirs.

Imagine how greedy they are for your praise. Constantly coming up with harebrained schemes that get you giggling, breaking character, round cheeks hot from trying to keep your composure. They somehow manage to pull off nearly perfectly coordinated plans without extensive conversations (that you're aware of, anyway). Even if the dice rolls unfavorably for them, they somehow manage it successfully. You're always giddy during combat, excited to see the quick thinking and silly solutions they'll come up with; and they can't stop coming up with new, creative surprises to keep seeing that awestruck look in your eyes trained on them (hoping it'd never leave them- always looking at them and only them with love and lust and-). Though, they have to admit, nothing quite beats the roleplay scenes between potential love interests you've created just for them that they'd been silently begging for. They know it's not really you saying it to them, but that doesn't stop them from leaning into it more intimately and getting you to answer similarly. (Doesn't stop them from recalling what you say later, at home...in bed...or the shower.) They tend to get a little teasing during these moments, too; eager to see you flustered and squirming in your chair.

[ladyxskywalker]

Home Again

Anakin Skywalker x OFC

enjoying a lazy summer morning with anakin, surrounded by nature, waking up in your hammock🌼

She looked towards the tree tops, where for a moment, she could breathe in all of the air’s stillness.

It was nearing the end of Summer time. A strange, in between period right before the start of the Fall season. The ocean waves were moving swiftly from the wind, the flow of current especially made bright from the rays of sun up above. Reflections of light, glistening off the surface of the water. A sailboat crossing underneath the belly of a bridge. 

And all you could think about was that you had been glad to have been with him.

Happy to have been here in this place that was full of green and golden.

The morning’s strange, and overwhelming purpose being sleeping in.

It was the calm of dawn that before you knew it, would turn into midday, catching up to you, quicker than you both thought. 

“Mm…”

Turning over in your hammock, he stirs himself awake, facing you there; smiling, with his eyes closed. Breathing in the purest kind of contentment, not bothering to say a word when you can’t stop yourself from kissing him. Rare and cherished moments that you both hold onto while you have each other to yourselves.

Everything changes. Things often move too fast…

“Hi…” you tell him, all bleary eyed. Waiting there beside him for the welcome feeling of his touch. The strong wrap around that comes from the heavy weight of his arms. And, the grateful sense of acceptance that you have with him everytime he pulls you in close.

“I like when you yawn and play with my hair, that’s how I know you’re home”. He says, smiling to himself. The tiny crinkles in his eyes, all at once, scrunching up. 

He hates them. 

You don’t. To the point where you can spot the spirit of an inner child in there somewhere, and all of his rough edges start to fall apart.

“You’re going to make me cry…” 

So you curl into his chest, as being bashful would ever be the proper excuse for hiding yourself. Tired eyes veering off toward the clear blue sky again; a bittersweet feeling making its careful way there into your chest, because deep down, you really don’t want to go.

“Don’t cry. You’re my pretty lady.”

The palm of his hand graces the small of your back, gently, and his need for kissing becomes quick, yet soft. You hold hands, and he laces your fingers together. A motion that brushes and eases into a wordless state of interlocking comfort.

Your limbs do the same. His other hand, kneading at your flesh. Enjoying all of you, and his favorite parts. It’s always the slowest and most beautiful form of expression and exploration. 

The brush of your noses, one swipe at a time back and forth - laughing at this kind of new, and intimate way of togetherness.

His touch begins to gradually roam, looking for the very end of your shirt. Pulling it up with a slight tug as a sign for you to take it off.

There’s no one else around, but for some reason, you don’t have a care in the world right now. 

More kissing, harder now. 

Loving enjoyment.

Your fingertips grazing the curve of his shoulder, then the span of his chest. 

Fine hairs slipping through your meandering touch all across one another where it matters.

His thumbs graze over you, pebbling your skin. Hips gliding more and more with every shift.

Your hands, wrapping round his neck. Weaving their way through all of his lightened waves of hair.

He loves it most when you cup his face, cradling it. Mirroring you almost perfectly when you relax into his patient hands. 

That by now, you know that he will take it from here. 

The rest, you sense, will be as amazing as you could ever imagine. 

…💌

thanks so much for reading 💫 this was a daydream that turned into fanfiction hope you enjoyed it ! xo

[fluff-and-such]

Doodled out Some of These with Rathma and Malthael.

When relaxed and safe, Rat sleeps with his limbs all over, and goes pretty much boneless. He also wiggles around a bit, which gets cancelled out by Mat's need to Cling to something.

Post-nightmares, they're both wide awake and kinda curl in on themselves. Malthael is even clingier, Rathma goes kinda stiff.

Last Night...well...there's no AC on Sanctuary....and Rathma runs hotter than most, being a nephalem and all........

He wakes up feeling pretty good tho. Mat is now the one dead to the world all that uh. Sweating knocked him out.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

the lamb smiling up at the wolf with unsettling passivity etc etc

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in c3e106

[shannondiazs]

"the scene served no purpose other than make people uncomfortable" the purpose was to let you guys know those two guys fuck nasty and will continue doing so during the summer. i'm sorry finding out queer men have kinky sex sometimes is being so hard on you

[quietwingsinthesky]

i really do think the desire to paint ten as unambiguously The Worst™️ when it comes to his relationship with martha is out of this desire to uncomplicate their relationship. to decouple them as friends and people who profoundly impacted each other’s lives. it’s just an easier narrative to swallow: that ten was Awful to her and then martha kicked him to the curb when she realized she was too good for him. easier, maybe, then dealing with the troubles of unrequited affection don’t have to be anyone’s fault, or that ten shut martha out in a lot of ways but let her in in others that he wouldn’t let any other companion near, or that they were still friends, they still wanted to see each other and be around each other, even though it was messy and sometimes hurt. you know?

[gothkurusu]

ppl often make voldemort look like an older tom riddle again, and although effective i think we should appreciate his resurrected form as well

its one he specifically crafted for himself after all, and, in my opinion, quite pretty

[starrcrossrose]

Tender Moments || Comfort (Mild Spice Below)

I’m saying “screw it” and posting this older art.

Some stuff that's a little more spicy under the cut.

Buuuuut I genuinely am so soft for them and they are very soft with each other and understand each other and seek comfort from one another I AM SIIIIIICK *sobs* I have been contemplating just how much I can share with y'all but I just want to share some stuff so badly so I'm saying heck it we ball. I hope you guys enjoy.

This is just a concept anyway

Really Usagi just wants cuddles and kisses and gentle touch. He’s hurt and he's tired and he's homesick and Leo is the closest thing he has to a friend (they ARE friends — definitely way more than that emotionally, tbh — they just won't admit it out loud) since he's been away from home for soooo long by this point. Idk man. My feelings are vast.

[snowmelonn]

The gays- I mean the girls are fighting

Text in order-

(Pt1)

Shiver to Callie: Should we just kiss or something? (They’re jealous)

Callie: haha,,,,

—————————-

(Pt2)

Marie: =smirks at shiver=

Shiver: =pissed off=

——————————————

(Pt 3)

Frye to Shiver: Are you still mad at me ;;

Shiver: mmmmmmmm maybe

(Next morning)

Big man: Good morning you two-

Frye: =exhausted= ‘mornin….

[aventurineswife]

Aven his s/o, giving a massage to each other... 👀

“Ooh, You set my soul alight”

Summary: In Aventurine's luxurious suite, you share a sensual evening filled with massages and playful tension. As you take turns asking provocative questions, the atmosphere becomes charged with intimacy, leading to a passionate kiss that blurs the lines between relaxation and desire.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Suggestive, Romance, Intimacy, Massages, Playful Banter, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Suggestive content, mild adult themes(idk tbh-), potential for heated moments, implied intimacy.

A/N: YOUR HONOR, THOSE EYES LOOKED AT ME FIRST!

The air was thick with warmth and the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the plush, velvet walls of Aventurine's suite. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils, setting the mood for a night of relaxation and intimacy.

You glanced at Aventurine as he lounged on a plush chaise, his eyes sparkling with mischief, framed by the golden rims of his glasses. His sandy-blond hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, enhancing the allure of his enigmatic smile. Dressed in his dark green, gold-accented dress shirt, the spade-shaped window at his chest hinted at the tantalizing skin beneath.

"You know, love," he drawled, his voice a low, seductive purr, "I do appreciate a good wager. But I think you might have me at a disadvantage tonight."

You chuckled, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you poured fragrant oil into your palms. "Oh? And what's the wager?"

He leaned back, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. "If I allow you to give me a massage, I'll have to return the favor. But I'm not sure if I can resist... losing myself in the moment."

"Isn't that the point?" you teased, your fingers gliding over his shoulders as he shifted to sit up, exposing more of that tempting skin.

You started with gentle kneading, your fingers finding the tense muscles in his neck. He sighed, leaning into your touch, his body responding to your ministrations. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.

"Careful," you replied, a teasing lilt in your tone, "too much praise might get you in trouble."

He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the cozy space. "Trouble is my middle name. Just ask anyone in the IPC." His eyes gleamed with a hint of playful challenge.

You worked your way down his back, your fingers expertly navigating the intricate pathways of his muscles. The tension began to melt away beneath your touch, but as your hands brushed against his sides, the atmosphere shifted. Aventurine's breath hitched, a flicker of desire flashing in his eyes.

"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "there are ways to make this a bit more... exciting."

"Oh? Do tell." you replied, your heart racing as you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his skin.

With a mischievous glint, he turned to face you fully, his fingers brushing against your arm. "What if we added a bit of risk? A game of sorts?" His gaze locked onto yours, and you could feel the tension building between you, thick as the fragrant air.

"Alright, I'm listening." you said, intrigued.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "For every knot you release, you get to ask me a question. But for every question I answer, I get to return the favor... in ways you might not expect."

You felt your pulse quicken, excitement coursing through you. "Deal."

With the agreement sealed, you continued your ministrations, each stroke more deliberate, each moment laced with promise. As you worked on the knots in his shoulders, you asked your first question, "What's the biggest risk you've ever taken?"

Aventurine smirked, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, that's easy. Winning my position in the IPC by betting against my own sanity." His laughter rang out, rich and inviting, sending shivers down your spine.

With each question and answer, the boundary between relaxation and desire blurred further. He responded with stories of close calls and narrow escapes, his charm intoxicating as you leaned in closer, your fingers trailing down his spine.

In turn, he began to explore your body, his touch becoming more daring, his fingers sliding over your arms and shoulders with a teasing caress. "Your turn," he prompted, a devilish smile gracing his lips. "What's your greatest fantasy?"

You felt your cheeks flush, heat radiating through your body. "Well, I've always imagined a night like this," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, "with you."

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your ear, igniting a spark of electricity that coursed through you. "Then let's make that fantasy a reality."

With newfound determination, you moved to straddle his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was electrifying, a fusion of heat and hunger as he responded with fervor, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer as if he could never get enough.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and desire. "I think we've reached a new level of intimacy."

"Indeed," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And I'm all in for whatever happens next."

As the candles flickered and the night deepened, you both surrendered to the intoxicating thrill of risk, knowing that this evening would forever change the stakes of your hearts.

TRYING NOT TO SCREAM SO I DON'T WAKE MY PARENTS UP BUT HOLY SHIT!! 🤭 I'M KINDA-

This was written while I was half asleep so ahem

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me when i remember that gojo isn’t even really afraid of intimacy in the true sense of the word, but rather entirely resigned to the universal truth that it’s something he will never have

[black-aurora-nora]

Warm Embrace | Yandere!Mirio x Reader

“(Y/N),” You shivered at the use of your name, clutching the blanket wrapped around you closer to your body, “You know you can’t sleep like that forever.”

Yes the hell you could, you thought from within your thin cocoon.

Ever since you’d been permanently moved in with Mirio, you’d refused to willingly touch him in any way.

To avoid touching him when you both went to bed, you feverishly wrapped yourself in your small blanket that you’d bought years ago.

And though Mirio was patient with you, it was obvious that his patience was beginning to run thin.

All he wanted to do was cuddle with you in the bed! It broke his heart whenever he watched you tightly wrap yourself in that blanket of yours.

He could tell that you weren’t getting any good sleep either. You’d tremble throughout the night, anxiety ridden and unable to fully fall asleep.

But Mirio knew that some cuddles would help you relax. He was bigger than you so he could engulf you and keep you way warmer than that old blanket could. He just needed to show you.

You felt Mirio scooch closer to your balled form.

Quickly deciding that you didn't like this level of closeness, you nearly sprung from your blanket and out the bed.

Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough and Mirio hooked a muscular arm around your waist to snatch you back onto the bed with a hearty chuckle.

"Where ya goin?" He asked smoothly, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

Now you were trapped in his hold, back to his chest.

You could feel his warm breath on the back of your head and shivered.

This new development was not to you liking.

"M-...Mirio, let me go." You demanded shakily, sitting awkwardly on your side of the bed.

Instead of doing as you'd said, he held you tighter, sliding you into his lap.

You stilled.

Now you were even closer. You didn't think it was possible to be so close to someone. You never imagined that you'd allow yourself to get this close to him.

You could smell him. He smelled like patchouli. The scent of his new body wash that'd he'd gotten for himself recently.

If he held you for too long, his scent would rub off onto you.

If he held you any closer to him, you'd probably meld into each other and become one.

You wanted anything but that.

"Slow your breathing down, baby." He whispered into your shoulder. His lips grazed over the skin of your neck, you could feel the hairs sticking up at the stimulation, "You know I'd never hurt you."

He says that but then keeps you in his house locked away from the world and your family.

That was hurting you.

Your eyes warm with tears. Had the circumstances not been what they were, you would've melted at the way Mirio was holding you right now. How he was softly whispering into your ear that you were safe and keeping you warm with his body heat.

But that was a fantasy. A fantasy that Mirio was having no trouble acting out.

Maybe you should play along too. Gaslight yourself into being happy like Mirio was.

There was no way you'd be able to escape. Mirio had too many connections, too much money, too much influence.

With a choked sob, you allowed Mirio's suffocating light to completely engulf you. You sank into his embrace despite the way your chest bounced unevenly from the anxiety and allowed him to take deep breaths into your head, taking in your scent.

As he sunk you both into the mattress offering whispers of sweet nothings, you prayed that one day his embrace would grow warmer to keep you from descending any further.

[weaverpop]

Meanwhile mk actually can hold his liquor pigsy I can see intentionally letting MK get wasted the first time (making sure he stayed in the house under his constant supervision of course) and then letting him battle threw his hangover so he understood how bad it was. And MK knows full well he ain't getting ANY sympathy from his pig dad if he gets drunk the night before a shift. and of course, Mei has been dragging him out to clubs at least once a week for years. he's built up a pretty good tolerance.

that is the only reason lotusnoodle haven't had their first "woohoo" early on due to drunken shenanigans, MK's always just coherent enough to not let it get that far.

Awwww we love a respectful king 🫡🥺

And yeah I can totes see that happening XD, poor Mk, he only gets dragged out even more after Nezha discovers what clubbing is. Nezha would go by himself, but Mk would be damned before he let someone take advantage of a drunk prince. So work night partying he goes.

Nezha wouldn’t be happy about not be able to “have fun” with Mk so to speak though😏

Nezha, on top of mk: “Come oooon.”

Mk, trying to keep calm and hands above the waist: “No, your drunk, go to bed.”

Nezha, whacking MK’s sholder: “Take advantage of me damn it!”

Mk, trying not to smile: “Sleep, strawberry.”

Nezha: (Proceeds to pass out)

[painted-piethon]

Cw// implied intimacy

I wanted to post a bit of this ship