#touch starved idiot

[galaxgay]

based on this post i made, im kind of obsessed with the idea of Aziraphale pissing Crowley off on purpose so that he'll get all close to him because he tends to do that when he gets hissy

just a little suspicious imo 👀

[amielot]

Touch starved round 2

Dream: Who kicked that? Not me.

Bonus:

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Just in: Two Fuck Ass Swordsman Caught Making Out In Public Again

[fugaciousgloom]

Something about Fit adding the hug emote to his emote wheel after Pac expresses that he wants to hug him more.

Something about Fit showing Tubbo how to add the hug emote to his wheel after he expressed that he wants to hug his daughter.

[izel-scribbles]

john in a dress, as promised to @lighthouseshepard

30s music goes so hard not even gonna lie

save me human john

malevlent happy ending au skwmsmmsskkwleofkvjc

thinking about what john being able to project outside arthur could mean,,,,, i need to be sedated

[sunnynwanda]

Heal me

Warnings: slightly suggestive/ kissing, touch starved Villain, sort of hurt/comfort.

Based on and inspired by this wonderful idea by the amazing @aflyingsheepnamedrose. I had to write this, it was simply eating me alive.

Villain's body hits the wall, sliding down onto the concrete floor with a loud thud. They groan, every limb of theirs aching with dull pain and acute yearning. They cough out blood but cannot stop themself from thinking about the gentle brush of Hero's fingertips against their skin that will follow once the 'battle' is over. They've been deprived of it for far longer than they could handle, their starved body longing for the pain to be followed by a touch.

Hero lands next to them, fisting their shirt to drag them into a standing position. Villain sags against the wall, heaving through every breath. Yet their injuries have positively nothing to do with the dire need flaming in their veins. It's severe, all-consuming, and it terrifies the living light out of them. Villain craves Hero's touch with the entirety of their being. Villain craves Hero. 

"Think you should surrender?" Hero suggests, eyeing Villain with a hint of concern in their bright blue eyes. Their fingers feel almost tender when they curl around Villain's chin, lifting it up so their intent gaze can inspect their buttered face.

"Not yet," Villain gargles, blood filling their mouth again. They turn away, spitting it out before meeting Hero's eyes, a pleasant thrill feeling their lungs at the sight of Hero's distress.

"I won't..." Hero wants to say they won't keep up the vicious cycle they found themselves in. They won't fight Villain anymore - only to spend the following night healing them with their touch. Hero wants Villain to know that they can't keep hurting them, that it tears them apart in ways they never imagined possible, and that it is the reason they've been avoiding them. That they cannot handle witnessing - worse yet, inflicting - their pain. They want to say that Villain doesn't need injuries to have Hero showering them with kisses. They want to tell Villain they need them safe and sound, not beaten and buttered. Hero needs Villain.

But they don't say that. They can't. Instead, they threaten. "Surrender, or I won't heal you anymore."

Villain has to restrain themself from outright begging. They press their lips together, nodding shortly, and avert their eyes, gulping as their mind runs at a hundred miles a minute. Hero's hands let go of their shirt and Villain exhales shakily, shutting their eyes to suppress the shudder raking through their entire being. Something inside them quivers, helpless and desperate. Villain decides to call it disappointment, but then Hero's arms wrap around them, picking them off the ground with close to no effort.

Villain knows it's not disappointment, because the quiver in their chest grows stronger, thrashing against their ribs with unabated persistence. They refuse to open their eyes as Hero carries them all the way to their apartment and straight to their bedroom.

They lay Villain down on their bed and sit beside them, cupping their jaw with a cold hand. "Vil..." Hero's voice is small, and - if Villain didn't know better - they'd think it sounds choked up. "Look at me."

Villain groans, peeling their eyes open. The sight that greets them leaves their heart throbbing in their throat. Hero's eyes are brimming with tears, and their lips are trembling when they lean in, pressing them to Villain's forehead. They pull away, only to plant a kiss on Villain's split eyebrow, then shift to their bruising cheekbone, over to the other one - the small cut on it heals in mere seconds.

Villain watches them with bated breath, biting the inside of their cheek to keep any sounds from escaping them. Hero's hand on their jaw moves, tilting their head up as their lips trail down Villain's neck, ghosting over their collarbones. Villain registers a wet sensation on their skin but fails to process what it is until it drips down the base of their throat, leaving a damp trail in its wake.

Another drop hits Villain's burning skin, then one more. Their nemesis chooses to ignore them as their hands make quick work of Villain's shirt, pushing it open and trailing their lips down Villain's chest, fixing a broken rib back into place.

"Hero?" Villain can't help it when their hands take hold of Hero's head, lifting it off their body. Their tear-stained face wrecks Villain's heart worse than any injury could.

"I can't." Hero mutters in explanation, leaning down to plant another tender kiss onto Villain's feverish skin, their hands gripping their enemy's sides with uncharacteristic urgency. "I can't..."

"Hero, please," the pleading tone of their voice seems to snap Hero out of it as they withdraw hastily, their eyes widening. Villain moves to sit up.

"I'm sorry, I was... t-that was the last cut, y-you're all good now," Hero stutters out, panic contorting their face into a mask of horror. "I didn't mean to overstep."

Villain can't help the chuckle that escapes them at that conclusion. Their fingers brush through Hero's hair, earning a soft sigh from their nemesis. "I wasn't exactly trying to protest the kisses."

"You were not?" Hero repeats, their gaze finally daring to land on Villain as the criminal shakes their head. "I thought you wanted me to stop." Hero confesses, their head dropping, only to be brought back up again.

"No way in hell." The words fly out of their mouth before Villain can process them. They cannot bring themself to care about the consequences at this point. Not when Hero's hands are rubbing their sides unconsciously, not when they can still feel Hero's tears on their skin. "If you ask me, you don't have to stop, ever."

"What?" Hero's gaze darts back and forth between Villain's lips and eyes, wheels turning in their head as Villain watches them with a small smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. They bite their lip to keep their grin under control but fail miserably.

"You heard me," Villain states, causing Hero to roll their eyes. "Why were you crying?"

Hero freezes like a deer in headlights. Villain lets out an amused chuckle, still holding Hero's face in their hands. And, when Hero doesn't respond, Villain decides to take matters into their own hands.

"Can you heal one more cut for me?" They ask, barely containing the cheeky smile threatening to break onto their face any minute now.

Hero nods, their expression shifting into that of worry. "Yes. 'Course I can. Where?"

Villain doesn't utter a word, instead pointing to their bitten lip. They also give up on keeping a neutral expression, allowing the smug smirk to stretch in full glory.

Now that leaves Hero speechless and gaping. For several seconds, they stare at Villain in disbelief, their heart pounding heavily in their ribcage.

"Are you gonna let me bleed o-"

Villain's playful remark is cut short when Hero lunges at them, connecting their lips with more force than Villain anticipated. They fall onto their back, with Hero landing on top of them as they focus on healing Villain's 'dreadful' injury with painstaking dedication.

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[ambrosiagourmet]

The ideal Laios/Kabru for me is extremely slow burn and takes the form specifically of Kabru deeply, deeply longing to be known and understood Laios. He doesn’t even know it’s attraction at first there’s just this ache in his gut to have his flaws seen and accepted. To be messy but safe. He’s too deep into yearning to be smart about it but it’s too quiet and complex to be an overwhelming force it’s just this voice in the back of his head that’s says “I want. I want. I want.”

[vicagentstan]

guess what peopole?? more vicagent!! 🔘

[midoristeashop]

More dragons on earth au!

language barrier is real y’all, and I freaking love everyone’s lil headcanons on how everyone slowly learns each others languages ( @bignostalgias in particular had an awesome brain vomit moment where jack and hiccup communicate through gestures, touch, drawings UGH it’s perfect)

Whether it’s just sitting together, loving gazes, soft conversations, they’re communicating and that’s all that matters

Also I feel that hic would especially connect to others with prosthetics, even without words there’s an unspoken understanding of “yeah you get it”

k BYE

[coquelicoq]

post-canon every single member of kimcom likes to spoon kim dokja. nonsexually. it's just nice to know he's alive and there and feel his chest rise and fall within the circle of your arms. try to do something stupid now asshole. oh you can't? because of my octopus impression? that's right. take THAT. however i will make one exception for yoo joonghyuk. yoo joonghyuk may want to spoon kim dokja, but he never gets the opportunity because kim dokja wants to spoon him more. so the sleeping arrangement is yjh>kdj>all other kimcom members on rotation. actually i take it back there's one other household member who doesn't want to spoon kim dokja and it's yoo mia, but that's fine because she's one of the only people (besides kim dokja) who yoo joonghyuk would be comfortable spooning. so there's probably times when it's yma>yjh>kdj>today's lucky winner.

incidentally this is also the order for the doing-each-other's-hair train because while yoo mia WILL allow other people to do her hair, no one wants to because she always compares their skills unfavorably to her brother's. and she's really articulate about it. just utterly scathing. one time her criticism was so devastatingly, accurately incisive that she made lee hyunsung cry. yoo joonghyuk spooned him that night to cheer him up and yoo mia was so mad about it that lee hyunsung had to leave the country for a couple weeks. the household learned a valuable lesson that day. it's best not to disturb the delicate spooning/hair-train balance.

[kotemf]

Codywan week - day 6

I'm posting this late but I hope y'all can still enjoy reading! It's my fill for day 6 of the @codywanweek. You can read the story here, on Wattpad or Ao3. Thanks to the all of you who give it a try!

  Prompt: créchemaster Obi-Wan, quiet love, touch starved

Cody never dared to plan what he was going to do after the war. He never dared to hope that he will survive until the very end. So, when the war ended abruptly and he actually had a choice, he had no idea what he wanted to do.

  He ended up working as a security guard in some gallery. He didn't like it there all that much, it was boring, but it was the best he could find. He didn't have any education besides military training. And he needed money.

  Sometimes, Cody wished he stayed in the army. Rex had and he got to guard the Jedi temple sometimes. Maybe if Cody chose the same path, he could still see his general sometimes. Just a glimpse of the man would be enough. Or maybe it wouldn't.

  Obi-Wan was still a topic that Cody wasn't able to figure out. He wanted. He wanted to see his former general, wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to undress him and so on. Just like he did during their shore leave. Only it wasn't real. It was just a way to distract themselves, just a way to keep their minds busy when not on the front lines. Because forgetting about the casualties of the last battle was so much easier with his general on top of him. That's how it started.

  Now, months later, Cody was still in love with his general. Obi-Wan probably already forgot Cody still existed. He made it pretty clear that there was nothing between them, no attachment. That all their relationship was about was some entertainment. And Cody, in his foolish, so, so, foolish mind, made it something more. Even if he had the guts to go visit his general, he was too afraid that the Jedi would pick up on his emotions.

  So he didn't. He built himself a routine, he couldn't live any other way. Wake up from his dreams about Obi-Wan. Workout, while imagining his general being next to him, doing the same. Think about Obi-Wan while eating breakfast. Go to work. Still think about Obi-Wan. Wander the halls of the building, keeping his eyes open. Still with clear pictures of his very naked general in his mind. Going back from work. Still dreaming about coppery hair and pale skin. Going out with brothers. Finally forgetting the damned Jedi after his eleventh drink.

  This day was no different. Until it was. Because hey, his daydreams were never this real. There was no way his imagination was so good. Because the Obi-Wan he was looking at right now was perfect, more perfect than any of his imaginations. 

  This Obi-Wan was real, showing something on an abstract painting of an ocean to a bunch of tubies - no, not tubies, children. Why the actual kriff was Cody's former Jedi general in a gallery with a bunch of children? And why was Boil there too, catching a Pantoran boy before he could get lost among the crowds of people?

  Cody's time to think about it and order his thoughts was cut short. Boil noticed him, of course he did. He waved at Cody. It would be far too awkward if Cody ignored him. This left Cody with no choice but to join the group.

  "Uh... hello?"

  "Hey, Codes, it's been a while." Boil greeted Cody with a half hug. It's been exactly eight days since they saw each other the last time. Cody wouldn't exactly call it long but whatever. "Ad'ike, this is Cody, my annoying big brother."

  "Cody? Like commander Cody?" a Mikkian girl asked. How would she even know that? She looked to be five standard years old at most, there was no way the Jedi taught her about the war and much less the clones.

  "I used to be a commander, yes." Cody nodded, because there wasn't much else he could do.

  "Master Obi told us a lot about you," a Rhodian boy told him. Now that was interesting. Obi-Wan told a bunch of random Jedi - at least Cody assumed they were Jedi - tubies about him. Why?

  Boil gave Cody a look. Cody didn't like it all that much but before he could really think about what that particular look meant, Boil was already talking to the tubies. "I know Cody is fun and all, but did you know there is a play area for children somewhere? Do you want me to take you there? Cody can wait."

  Apparently, Boil was good with children now. He left with all of the tubies. And that meant... Cody was alone with Obi-Wan. So that was what Boil's look meant.

  "Hello, Cody."

  "General." Cody nodded to Obi-Wan who rolled his eyes.

  "Drop that. I'm not even a general anymore."

  "So you take Jedi tubies to galleries now?"

  "Sometimes." Obi-Wan shrugged. "The council was looking for a créchemaster and I took the job. They are sweet."

  "And you told them about me?" That probably wasn't the right thing to say.

  Cody's question made Obi-Wan blush. It was adorable. Cody wanted to kiss him. It was like one of the fake scenarios he imagined before falling asleep, the one where he bumped into Obi-Wan while walking the halls of the gallery, like in some sappy novel, and Obi-Wan blushed and then they kissed and then they magically teleported to Cody's bedroom. It could still happen, if Cody took a step forward, leaned closer-

  "Well, of course I told them about you." Obi-Wan's words cut through Cody's so very professional day dreams. "They like to hear stories about heroes. Besides... I missed you."

  To say Cody missed Obi-Wan would be an understatement. Cody said it anyway.

  Obi-Wan blushed even more at that and his pale skin did exactly nothing to hide it. Cody loved it. "Is that so?" Obi-Wan looked like he wanted to touch Cody for a moment but then he pulled his hand back and firmly clasped his hands in front of him.

  Cody just wished Obi-Wan touched him.

[blairamok]

i think if i ever wrote another fic it would be my dragon slayer aziraphale and cursed dragon crowley fantasy AU. AHEM.

aziraphale is a knight that has been tasked with slaying a great beast that is rumored to lurk beyond the eastern gate that guards the kingdom.

it’s said that the beast makes its home there, in a deep, dark forest of thick brush and bramble notoriously difficult, if not entirely dangerous, to navigate through. it’s forbidden to go there, since many who attempt to breach it either never return or are spat out days later, hungry and driven mad from being lost in what felt like a never ending maze with no exit. the deeper you go, the darker it gets, with large leaves and vines so thick they practically create a wall, as if protecting something within.

aziraphale, like many others who have tried to brave these woods, is lost and becoming quite peckish, and now it’s raining—monsoon levels of raining, you could say—when he stumbles into a clearing full of the most verdant and luxurious foliage he’s ever seen. quite a stark contrast to the thorny, foreboding deadwoods he just stumbled through.

he doesn’t find a beast though, but a human.

long red curls and curious eyes, darkened by the black fabric he’s wrapped around his head in a makeshift hood. aziraphale is confused because this human is yelling at the plants, not him, pacing angrily along the perimeter of the clearing shouting things like, “what do we do with visitors?! we keep. them. OUT.”

this human begrudgingly takes him in for the night, into a small, warm cottage that’s as green on the inside as is it is on the outside. he helps aziraphale out of his armor, warms him up by a fire, and feeds him.

come morning the human insists that aziraphale must leave, and as he escorts him to the edge of this private eden, there is no way out. aziraphale watches, yet again, as his strange host stalks angrily along the wall of tightly woven vines that somehow seem to be weaving tighter, and tighter.

something tells him he won’t be leaving anytime soon.

[amielot]

Touch starved.

[tallmadgeandtea]

International Kissing Day (Turn Week Prompt):

Couldn’t help myself and wrote some of In A Faith Forgotten Land (Civil War AU) today. Hope you enjoy!:

The door closed. He was dreamlike in the gaslight, wearing only his shirt and suspenders, bare skin peeking through the slit, a glance of his chest, muscles hiding underneath the thin fabric. If she closed her eyes, would he fade away, dissolve in reality? She wanted to touch him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice strangled and strange in her ears.

“I know.”

Against every rule, against her father’s wishes, hell, against her own laws, she stood up straighter. “Don’t leave.”

He laughed, a deep, enchanting sound, as if it pulled her toward him. His boots creaked on the hardwood floor, and she prayed—Oh God, don’t let anyone hear. God, don’t let anyone find him.

Let me keep him for one moment.

Let me have him for one night.

He shook his head, “You think I can?"

Did she sigh? Did she cry out? God, she couldn’t even hear herself. Everything was tuned to him, the way he moved, crossing in quick strides, the way he breathed, shaky and scared, the way she felt, and, if she closed her eyes, threw away her fears, she swore she would hear his heartbeat.

Back away, Elizabeth.

Be true to yourself- no, be true to your life, Elizabeth.

The distance was broken.

He stood in front of her.

She’d never been kissed before.

Could he see it in her eyes? Her nervous stare? Her own heartbeat was strangled in her neck. Go ahead, she’d guide his hand, see how it runs for you.

“Benjamin-"

He kissed her.

His lips gently pressed her mouth open, and she let him in, her chin raised, cradled in his hand. There was a gentle force in his kiss, guiding her, pulling her closer, molding her like clay. She nearly collapsed in his grip— a quiet frenzy to hold him tight, wrap her arms around his neck, chest to chest.

He pulled away only for a second, and she caught her breath, too little as his hands moved to her waist, his splayed on her corset. She gasped. Oh, God. This is what it feels like? Again, he kissed her again, and she didn’t- what did she imagine it would be like? She always thought it would be chaste, standing at the aisle, her father in the first pew at Christ Church. Feelings locked away. Like everything else in Philadelphia. Nothing prepared her for this— not the dances, not the way he looked at her that very first night, standing on her perch, a barely concealed glare-

They broke, and the gaslight was too bright in her eyes.

“Elizabeth…” he buried his face in her hair, but he didn’t release her.

She was stunned, silent.

“Oh, Elizabeth…”

He turned his head, and his cheek brushed hers.

“Don’t say anything,” she whispered with newfound conviction.

If she begged, would he stay? Would he hold her until this cruel war was over? Forget fighting, forget glory, forget who she was-

Her hair-

He let her hair down, her pins on the floor, and he stroked the thick, blonde curls. Another gentleness she didn’t know she wanted, didn’t know she craved.

Why did he stop?

Benjamin let go.

And for a moment, she thought she would die.

They stared at each other, breathing heavily, the air thick and heady, an invisible force hanging between them.

“Oh God,” he whispered.

“Benjamin-"

He held out a hand, the barrier visible, now.

“I don’t… I don’t know- Oh, Good God, what have I done?”

She scoffed— what have you done?

Shouldn’t you ask yourself the same?

[hella1975]

i think taob zuko deserves to just be insufferably clingy. like the moment he gets over his issues with touch and gets confident in his place in the group i think he should become the clingiest bitch ever. sokka is not the needy member of zukka. i do think one day zuko is going to try and hug kanut

[parkitaco]

"Is Will your boyfriend?" Holly asks, and Mike immediately chokes on the lettuce in his mouth.

"Wh- what?" he gasps, dropping his fork and swallowing back the salad that suddenly feels like cement in his throat. Holly's looking at him with a strange expression, like she's trying to figure something out.

"Will. Is he your boyfriend?" she repeats, even though Mike very obviously heard her, and the question doesn't feel any less shocking the second time.

"No!" He yelps. "No, why would you think that?"

Holly shrugs, taking another bite of spaghetti like this is a normal conversation and she is not slowly killing him. "Nancy calls him your little boyfriend sometimes, and Mom says he's your person, which basically means the same thing, and you live together and act like a couple and unpack groceries together, and- I don't know. Seems like it could be a thing."

OR 

holly visits college roommates mike and will, and has a few important questions for them