#itimacy

[gauravsksk]

making out on Lana delrey and Weeknd songs is in my bucket list

[urmcm]

i’ve ghosted three men who i really liked for being cat people..

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Thinking about “Alvin” having to listen to Gwen go on about Stephanie and not being able to acknowledge the fact the he knows

He remembers

All her fun little date night ideas

The quirks in her speech patterns

Her favorite show she rambles on about

The coverups she uses for her vigilante life

He knows all of it and remembers it all from both when they were dating and when they were friends and he just. Can’t. Say. Anything.

Im a strong believer in (because Canon fucked up why Steph and Tim broke up) they were dating and then realized they loved eachother, but werent good for eachother as partners-

So they split and stayed friends, but they still had that itimacy that pushed them past most friends because of what they HAD been.

If Steph remembered him, it would be the same way. But now, he has no grounds other than to hint stuff to Gwen whose accepted Alan has a "knack for knowing things"

[wormshirt]

Not usually into speculating too much about characters' love lifes but absolutely enthralled by the idea of internally-insatiably-horny-and-desperately-trying-to-fill-the-gaping-hole-his-wife-left-yet-terrfied-of-itimacy-and-inter-party-drama Chilchuck quietly losing his mind throughout the entirety of dungeon meshi whilst desperately trying (and failing) not to fall in love with any of party members whereas everyone else is just. Normal. About all that. And also not into him At All. Chilchuck is like "Romance TEARS PARTIES APART- I've seen happen countless times over the years. It's never worth it guys." And they're all like. "Yeah okay. Are you gonna help us skin this tentacle bird abomination for dinner tonight or what." Completely oblivious to chilchuck staring at them like a hot dog locked in a car watching you guzzle down a water bottle panting and everything.

[usertoxicyaoi]

something something how absolutely crucial the camerawork and framing is in stay with me and how beautifully it picks up and captures and delivers the itimacy between su yu and wu bi.

[illusbylor]

Sketches made shortly after visiting the exhibition.

Since I plan on looking into vulnerability and itimacy in my work. “Rest Energy” served as a poignant reference and symbol of the style of work I could create. This led me to consider how I could evoke a similar emotion of both weakness and strength, ‘give and take’, emotional balance and fragility.

[suspiciouslybee]

all i want. is itimacy from those im close to.

[oathofkaslana]

the itimacy of setting a vision down.......................

[wittybibliophile]

The Wall of Winnipeg & Me 🏈- Mariana Zapata

A Slowburn-romance story. I like the story a lot, yes being someone who loves heavy scenes (ykwim) i thought if there were more of light physical intimacy it would have been hell of a slow burn u know. That does not mean it doesnt have those its just too little for me personally, i am a sucker for physical touches and itimacy... but nevertheless i loved it, what mariana did... love her books. The Characters are so perfect, like they mix together very well. (players, friends, assistant) Vanessa/van/vanny being personal assistant/cook/cleaner/publicist/social media manager to the world class football player Aiden/aid. She is perfect, she can do anything as long as she is getting paid. She needs to pay off her student loans and well although she might have had a little bit of crush on her boss, she never went beyond that. She has seen his ups and downs, all kinds of moods, she knows him the best, but aiden's world is crashed when she tells him she wants to quit. Van is an artist is her world. she wanted enough money to pay her debts and start her business full time, now that she has saved some she does not want to be aidens assistant. Aiden tells her she can go, which kind of upsets her, 2 years being with him and his best buddy and team player Zac has left her wanting to be appreciated. Trevor aid's manager hates her for some reason and wants her to stay, but she goes anyway when she hears him body-shaming her in front of aiden, and aiden does not stop him.... Long story short guys.. Zac is van's bestfriend more than aiden's. Aiden does not realizes that he likes van strongly, so he never gets a replacement assistant but goes to vanessa's house to call her back... she does not listen 2-3 times and then he says his visa is expiring and somehow both of them come to conclusion he needs to marry a US citizen to stay... he tells van to marry him, they do get married, she shifts to his house. All three are like roommates. Slowly aiden and vanessa start opening up tp each other about their past and fears and family issues. We get some heartburning romantic scenes, some very much needed at the time kisses... everything comes together in the end when they fall in love and they do not realize when did it happen it was just there... always there in those little moments, the details they remember about each other all the time. And it ends how its supposed to guys... they get married and have kids and Happily Ever After happens... Its a very sweet slow burn Romance. 💕💕

xoxo, Ironically witty!

[somestorythoughts]

Headcanon that Zachary and Dorian spend a lot of time just holding each other after the book ends (the book, not the story, because theirs is just starting). Holding hands and struggling to let go, leaning against each other and shivering when they part. In the beginning it’s partly because they’re relieved to be together and afraid if they let go the other will vanish and partly because they like the affection, and gradually it shifts to something a little less scared, though the fear returns in nightmares and memories from time to time. Finding chairs big enough to hold them both while reading, shoulders brushing each other,  cuddling each other in bed and kissing softly, dozens upon dozens of casual touches...

I just wanted to read more of them being softly tactile is that too much to ask? Do I have to write it?

[kirwani]

[writhe]

miss the starry sky & northern MI

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

ppl who have mando and luke marry just so he can take the helmet off are cowards

[butchpaint]

I just want a girl to be with me right now, resting on my chest while I play with her hair. We’ll lull each other off to sleep and wake up in each other’s warmth.

[kitmoas]

A Different Type

Summary: Your girlfriend wants to try something new

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Genre: Plot with some sweet smut?

Word Count: 2376

Warnings: Yelena is sexual here (only giving), thigh riding

*Let me know if there is anything important I missed*

A/N: This was so sweet, and it would definitely be considered sort of a..cousin to Gifts and Love. This is my perception of Yelena, and it's fanfic. Don't forget that nothing is canon anyways about her sexuality. Soooo let's just love the character.

**MINORS DNI** **18+ONLY**

Soft music flows through the house as you close the garage door, slipping off your black sneakers. Padding through the house, you barely lift your feet, mostly sliding on the wood flooring. The closer you get to the kitchen you can hear your girlfriend singing in Russian, and it makes your heart flutter. You bend down once you make it to the doorway of the kitchen, running your fingers through Fanny’s fur. The blonde has yet to take notice of you, seemingly, so you slip behind her and wrap your arms around her.

“You really are not that stealthy, Princess.” Her voice is low, accent thick, as she allows herself to lean back into you. Her head is leaning back on your shoulder and you reach around her to swipe a finger through the sauce she’s making. She’s leaving soft kisses along your jaw now, swaying slowly to the melody.

Leaning slightly up on your toes so that her head is in a more comfortable position, you leave a long kiss on the top of her head. “How was work Elly?” Your fingers are intertwined now, resting on her stomach. The former assassin’s teeth nip at the tender skin on your jawline at the nickname, a fond smile spread across her lips.

Yelena spins in your arms, a hand running up your body to cup your cheek. Her chocolate brown eyes shine in the low sunlight leaking through the windows, and the small grin she gives you steals your breath. Your eyes are glued to her lips and every single word doesn’t register in your brain, all you can think about is how much you want to feel her. She’s saying something, a sarcastic look in her eyes, describing something that Kate did during a mission but you can’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing you softly. You didn’t want anything else out of it, neither of you ever really needed more than a kiss or maybe an adrenaline induced make out session.

She has you backed up now, back hitting the cold marble island drags a gasp from your mouth and she takes the chance to slip her tongue past your lips. You hop to sit on the island and the blonde slides in between your legs. Her hands are gripping your hips and yours tangle in her hair, the two of you fighting over dominance. Just as you think you might have a bit of edge over her she abruptly pulls away, an arrogant smirk plastered on her face at your labored breathing. “My love, maybe we should not be in the kitchen for this?”

The look in her eyes makes you pause, confusion evident on your face at the suggestive tone of her voice. Your hesitation must waiver the blonde’s confidence and she steps back, looking up at you. Her mouth is opening and closing slowly, obviously unsure of what to exactly say. “I just– um I guess I thought maybe we could talk about taking a different type of step in our relationship?” Her voice is uncertain and meek, and it breaks your heart.

Her head is tilted down in thought, a large frown evident on her face. Her fingers are pulling at the loose thread of the hoodie you’re wearing, one of her oversized ones from a mission. You are silent, not quite sure what to say yet, trying to push down the panic that is starting to flood your mind. The two of you have never really talked about sex or anything in the sexual itimacy area.

“We do not have to do anything, but I just thought it would be smart to talk about it. Relationships are supposed to be about communication. Kate Bishop and I were talking during our mission reports earlier, and she was going on about this girl she met on this phone application. This Tinder application? Did you know that people technically track you to have sexual relations with you? When did this begin because I feel as though it makes no sense to me?”

You know you should interrupt her rant about Tinder, knowing that before the blip she was mostly off grid and under chemical control so she never had the opportunity to experience most societal things, but it was adorable. She stops rambling when she realizes that you’re just staring, her sentence trails off as she hides her face. “Hey, no, I was just watching how cute you looked. Keep going, I’ll explain Tinder later though Els.” Your hands are running through her hair, and you use your legs to drag her closer to you. “What did Kate say to you baby?”

The widow chuckles softly, “Yes she was talking about how the most intimate a person can be with someone is through sexual relations. She helped me do some research on different things regarding sex, and I realized that in the six months we have been officially together we have never spoken about it.” Her entire body is tense and she’s rocking on her heels, a nervous tick you’ve noticed she picked up from Kate.

You sigh softly, and you lean your head on her shoulder. The thought of sex was never something you ever allowed to really spend a lot of time in your mind. You don’t think you were against it, but it wasn’t something you thought was super important. You never really craved sex like some of your friends, and you never went out of your way to seek it out. The thought of having sex wasn’t really a horrible thing, but you weren’t sure how to go about even having sex nor did you want to really have the “I’m a vigin” talk in the moment. It wasn’t something you were ashamed of, and you believed your girlfriend was also a virgin especially after hearing her talk about her conversations with her best friend.

“I- honestly haven’t thought that much about it. I’m just so happy to even hold your hand, to call you my girlfriend that I guess I never really felt like I needed more. We were best friends before we even started dating so I don’t know I-” You trail off some, getting nervous as you talk in circles. “I don’t e- I’m not even sure if I know um– what to do?” You hate how quiet and insecure your voice comes out, even more than you hate being ignorant on any subject.

Yelena is ushering you off the island and walking you to the bedroom before you can even finish your sentence, her arms wrapped around you. The two of you climb into bed and she’s pulling you into her lap, your face falling to hide in her neck.The two of you sit in silence for a while, both lost in thought. “I’m not quite sure how it works either princess, but if you think it’s something you were interested in then there’s no one else that I would rather figure it out with.” She’s leaving soft kisses on your head, and your hand is subconsciously rubbing her arm.

She’s humming softly, another song that’s probably in Russian, and it begins settling your nerves. The blonde was your safety from the moment you met, and her arms were your home from the first awkward hug. You were incredibly and utterly in love with the widow, and you knew that no matter what happened that it would be the two of you against the rest of the world. Your sudden movement wasn’t a surprise to your girlfriend, you knew she felt your muscles tense, and you move around until you can look down into her eyes as you straddle her.

The hazel eyes in front of you are soft and you can feel your heart beating too quickly, but you know that you need to help her. “Elly…I just want to feel you. I just want you to touch me.” You’re pulling at her shirt, trying to get her closer to you. The feeling of Yelena’s touch is intoxicating and while you weren’t a hundred percent sure you would like sex, you knew that she was the person that you wanted to try it with. The idea of a deeper and more vulnerable intimacy with your girlfriend is so appealing, and you know that you trust her more than anything so taking this step isn’t as scary.

The smile you receive is bright and her eyes twinkle as she looks up at you, “Let me take care of you Princess.” She’s moving around some, urging you to straddle just one thigh. The confused look on your face makes her chuckle, and she settles a calming hand on your hip. “Just move, my love, let your body move.”

Her hands on your hips are guiding yours, slowly moving your body to grind down on her thigh. Yelena is leaning in, leaving soft kisses on your jawline. “My beautiful detka-” She wraps an arm around your body, pulling you flush against her, and tilts her thigh some. You aren’t sure what she did, but the moan tumbling from your lips cannot be missed. “does this make you feel good?”

Your body seems to have woken up when the blonde’s raspy tone meets your ears, and your hips begin moving on their own. “I- uh Els” Words don’t make sense in your head, and you want more of her.

The throaty chuckle vibrates through your body as Yelena pulls you in for a kiss, her hand coming to tangle in your hair. It’s like a wildfire is spreading across your body, and there’s a coil in your stomach that’s tightening with each pass of your hips. “I need you to talk to me Princess.” Her voice comes out in mumbles against your lips, before she pulls away completely. Her brown eyes are almost black, and it sends a foreign wave of arousal through your body.

You’re nodding and before you can continue to move your hips your girlfriend’s hands stop you from moving. “I- it feels so good, Elly. Please don’t make me stop, you’re making me feel so good.” You feel unsure of what to say, but the babbling seems to do the trick as Yelena helps move once more.

The seam of the pants you are wearing is rubbing against your aching clit, and your body is screaming at you. The thoughts of insecurity are gone, and you aren’t sure where the need for the blonde’s hands come from but the dripping of arousal is evident. “Fuck detka, I have never seen you like this. You are gorgeous for me. Is this all for me?” Yelena’s voice is shaky and you can tell each word is thought through completely. You weren’t sure where these thoughts are coming from, she’s never talked like this but it was doing wonders for you.

“Elly I- what do I.. please.” Your entire body was frantic and you couldn’t stop trembling, the coil in your stomach was rigid and you felt like you would explode soon.

Yelena’s mouth was all over your torso, leaving marks and reminders of her all over you. Her lips were smooth but were leaving goosebumps all over your skin. The thigh between your legs was tense and rutting up against you, and though you had nothing else to compare it to it did seem a little sloppy. You opened your eyes to look down at her, hips grinding trying to chase the feeling. The look in her eyes melts your heart, hazel full of amazements and love as she watches you get closer to the edge. “Just listen to your body, I am right here. I will catch you, my princess.” Her hands slip under your blouse and the feeling of her skin on yours makes you whine, and for the first time in your life you crave the feeling of someone else’s body on yours.

Her calloused hands feel rough but the way she holds you, helps you to chase your high, is soft and loving. The world is small when she leans her head against your sweaty forehead, kissing your nose and forcing your hips to slow. “Open your eyes, pretty girl.” When your gaze meets her, a high pitched whimper escapes your lips as she drags her nails gently down your sides. “I love you so much babygirl. You are so beautiful like this Y/N, so amazing. Let go for me, cum for me.”

You hadn’t realized the feeling in your stomach was tightening, nor did you realize exactly what was happening. It took you by surprise, your first orgasm, as the words from the love of your life wrapped around you like a safety blanket. Struggling to keep your eyes open, the coil in your stomach cracked suddenly forcing you over the edge. It seems to last forever, your body trembling in Yelena’s arm, but suddenly it’s over and you feel exhausted.

The blonde is holding you tightly against her, rocking slightly and mumbling into the top of your head. “я тебя люблю” The words barely register in your hazy mind, but your heart recognizes the words she’s repeating over and over again. Leaning forward some you gently kiss the base of her neck, “I love you too my Elly.”

Not sure how long the two of you sit together, quietly reminding each other of your love for the other, but when you finally pull away the look of love on Yelena’s face makes your entire body flush and you can’t help but pull her into a soft kiss. The kiss ends slowly and naturally as you pull apart, just looking at the other.

“Are you okay, was that okay for you?”

“Was that okay? Did you want to do anything?”

The two of you speak at the same time, and it dissolves into laughter. As you lean back, watching Yelena giggle to herself, you know that sex didn’t matter but maybe Kate was right. It allowed a different type of intimacy, and maybe the two of you would indulge in it once in a while, but you also realize that the intimacy didn’t come from the actual act but the widow you trusted with your entire being.

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[lovesanmotion]

ateez reacts: in a serious arguement with s/o

💌 This is: requested

Hongjoong: 

When you met Hongjoong, it was the happiest day of your life. Everytime you get sad, your brain takes a trip down memory lane and reminds you of the day when you met him. Of course it brings a smile on your face. However, a happy memory can no longer bring happiness to you. 

Arguement after arguement, nothing seems to be coming to peace between you and Hongjoong. One heated night, tensions arose once more between the two of you, arguing how Hongjoong so desperately wants a child but you say you still weren’t ready. 

“We’ve been married for three fucking years! If only I knew our marriage is going into a shithole, I shouldn’t have married you or should have opted for a second marriage!” Hongjoong slams his fist onto the wooden table that broke and slid down on the floor. Tears brimmed your eyes at the impact and weight of his words. You felt guilty and to blame for. 

“Y-Y/N- I didn’t mean that..” Hongjoong spoke, his features softening as he tries to approach you. But you looked up to him, your visions blurry at the tears ooling in your eyes. 

“No it’s okay. It’s really okay. It looks like you’ve made up your mind and why should I get in the way? I hope you’re happy with the choice you’ve made.” You smiled at him, despite the pain and emotional stress you’ve pent up for weeks, you let it all out by crying yourself to sleep, And when the morning comes, you quietly slip out of the shared apartment and Hongjoong’s life. 

Seonghwa: 

Days spent with Seonghwa always felt like walking into a flowery road that would lead you two into happiness. And the road is endless, you were sure that he’s the one for you. But you spoke too soon. 

Now, throwing plates are being thrown at one another, dodging those plates as they hit on the walls and picture frames. As Seonghwa throws a plate, it narrowly misses you and smashes into the picture frame that you took on your first date. And suddenly, the world made you two stop and stare and take in everything that happened for the past few minutes. Neither of you two could speak, let alone look at each other in the eye. What happened, happened. And now the silence spoke for the two of you. 

Yunho: 

Your parents were against you dating Yunho. Why? They know for a fact that relationships between an idol and non idol partner were uncommon and would never work due to the fact that the idol’s schedules are hectic and almost has no room for them to breathe into their personal lives. But you still wanted to be with Yunho. At the same time, Yunho’s parents were aginst him dating you as well. Why? To put it simply, you are non idol. They want someone for him who walks down the runways or sings in sold out arenas, but you didn’t fit in any category. 

And lately, it seemed to you that Yunho was slowly giving in to his parents’ wishes. The photos he uploads on his Instagram stories includes different women every night, all of them are not like you. It pains you that this silent arguement kept on going between you two. And one day, while on a walk with Yunho, you stopped walking. You were somehow hoping that he would stop from his tracks and look back at you, if you were catching up to. But to see him continue walking without even going back to look at you is already enough to know where you two are heading. 

Yeosang: 

Yeosang coming into your life was the best thing that has ever happened to your existence up to day. Though you two have different worlds, you solely depended your life and happiness to him. And the world seemed to be in favor of you, after a year of dating, he got down on one knee and married you in front of hundreds of people. You were the happiest, nothing in this world could ever make you sad, as long as Yeosang’s beside you. 

But what if your world’s the one that decides to hurt you? Weeks after the marriage, Yeosang had a complete change of heart. He stopped coming home to you and was always spotted with a certain someone whenever he is outside. Whenever you confronted to him about it, he tells you not to worry. But you knew it was a lie and without knowing, you unconsciously raised your hand and swung it across his face. 

Was it enough to make him feel the pain you feel? Maybe not. But was worth it? Yes. You hated yourself for being not good enough, but most importantly, you hated yourself for depending your happines to a person. 

San: 

They say “nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same”, but you love to disagree with that saying. What about the elderly couples who found love and comfort in each other and are growing old together? What about those couples who, after so many lifetimes, still find each other in different life times? 

Being young and naive has its cons, but you believe in the idea of love and all its forms. And that is what brought yout to believe that San is the one for you. Talking about your plans together, what you two would want to be in the long run, how many children he wants to have. You are young and naive but believe in the idea of love and all its forms. 

But when everything comes spiraling down, a false rumour spreading against you and San chooses to believe whoever spreaded the rumour and never listened to any word you say made you think about the saying. You never confronted San anymore as you let the relationship that you so love and dear fall apart before you. 

Mingi: 

When you got into a relationship with Mingi, you never suspected anything. Nothing was suspiscious and out of the place at all. But after a year of dating did it only made you realize why you were somehow suspiscious: not once did you two fight each other. You couldn’t believe how a year of dating Mingi and is the most healthiest relationship you have ever been. This is exactly what you wanted that others want too, and you were lucky and thankful at the same time. 

But you never got along with his friends, and so did your friends with him too. Whenever they would go out and drink, they would often talk about you and often make up lies about you. This went unnoticed to you, how toxic his friend group. Until one day, Mingi confronted you with all the things his friends have said about you. You argued back by saying how could he believe them instead of listening to what you have to say. THe night went on you two cursing at each other until it was inevitable to fix whatever you two had build together. 

Wooyoung: 

After being married to Wooyoung, you thought everything would fall into place. However, three months into the marriage, not one day did he initiate any itimacy with you. It was always the “good morningy/n” and “i’m going to work now”. He was never like that before when you two were dating, you wondered what caused him to be so cold towards you. 

“When can we expect a grandchild?” Your mother in law asks. 

“Having a child is too early. Y/N and I are still enjoying each other’s company, that’s what matters, mother.” Wooyoung smoothly answers for you. You felt small in the eyes of your in laws, unable to tell them the truth. 

“Do you really think its too soon for us to have a child?” You ask as you cleaned the dishes once his parents left. 

“Having a child is too much right now. My parents even want you to stop working.” 

And that’s when your soft facade cracked. First, Wooyoung has been so cold towards you, second, his family belittled you earlier and now they want to take away the career you’ve worked hard to get. You couldn’t help but let out a dramatic, long sigh and ranted everything that you’ve been feeling. 

“And do you think I have it nicely for me? That you think everything is going well for me? Maybe marrying you was a mistake.” 

Jongho: 

Jongho was never almost always home. He was always outside, impressing his bosses by taking them out to restaurants, treating them to lavish parties and women while you were left at home, having to take care of your eleventh month baby and worried sick if he’ll ever come home. As a good wife, you’ve made everything for him - cook his food, iron his home and work clothes, kept the side of this bed warm and always makes sure he still has hot water to use in the shower. But then, those things that you do for him tires you out now, and you no longer continue to do them for him. 

When he complains how he comes home with no food and a cold shower to use, you kept yourself quiet and moved around like a ghost. Jongho walks up to you and takes a hold on the back of your head, motioning you to turn around to him.

“If I ask you something, you should respond. I’m your husband.” He spat, but you looked at him with hate and pushed yourself off his hold.  

“Husband? You’re always and never home, if only your son could talk right now, he would always ask for you. It’s always me who runs around this house! And I got tired of waiting for you! You don’t how it feels, because you’re too busy kissing other people’s asses!” 

Jongho’s pushes you away from him, maybe a little too agrressive when you landed on the floor with a loud thud. That night, Jongho slept on the couch, and you on the little bedding inside the baby room. Maybe a divorce doesn’t sound so bad after all.