the easy touch

titheinironside  asked:

Hi! So because we've all mostly agreed Caius is affection starved in just all of the ways, I need fluffy headcanons for it. It's too easy for me (being touch starved myself) to imagine all the quiet desperate nastiness. Help me Yana!

this is just a pile of fluff-garbage and I love it

Caius, I think, is reluctant to initiate…anything affectionate, really, and is suspicious of tenderness directed at him. But also, casual touch and emotional intimacy are nice and he would like some?? As you can imagine, negotiating this stuff with his covenmates is an uphill battle.

  • Let’s be real, Caius is still kind of shy around Athenodora. When he’s had a bad day, he sits next to her with, like, an awkward foot of space between them. Eventually, she nudges his head onto her shoulder or lap and plays with his hair until he feels better. Which is very quickly, but he tries to prolong the moment. 

  • Aro is pathologically cuddly, and when he isn’t, Caius sulks. Eventually, Aro catches on, wraps himself around Caius like a scarf with abandonment issues, and tries not to laugh at Caius’ desperately happy sigh. 

  • When Aro and Sulpicia fight, the remaining coven-members try not to pick sides. Except Sulpicia has figured out long ago that all she needs to do is look sad and ask Caius for a hug, and he’ll be Team Her for the foreseeable future. ( “Traitor,” says Aro.)

  • Honestly, bless Marcus. He’s gentle and patient and cuddly and kisses Caius’ forehead for no reason. (Okay, maybe it’s because Caius looks dizzy afterward and it’s low-key endearing.)

An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.


He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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dont worry, im here for u 💕  

anonymous asked:

andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.

He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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Act Natural

Cassian Andor/ Reader

Words: 1,033

Summary: You and Cassian find yourself in a predicament: an Imperial officer is questioning why the two of you are hanging around in an empty alley. Time to act natural.

Prompt: “Heyy could you write a some Cassian Andor x reader fluff?”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess, @ly–canthrope

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s notes: Anyone want some fake relationship fluff? I got u, fam. I hope you are feeling much better, anon!! I really wanted a fluff fic done by Valentine’s pero candy is half off today so I mean, technically the 15th is better than Valentine’s Day.

Reconnaissance missions suck.

You run on a gamble of either getting what you need or leaving the planet empty handed. The mission called for gathering intel on the possible Imperial occupation of an Outer Rim planet.

“In and out,” Cassian tells you once you enter the city.

“Whatever you say, captain,” you snort.

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Nadalind | Nick Burkhardt x Adalind Schade

Grimm 6 x12 - Forehead touch

BTS Reaction: Them Touching You In Public.


Jin rarely touched you in public as he was afraid of getting caught, knowing it was a struggle for you to keep in your moans. You and him were sitting in a cinema, you watching the screen with eyes wide as the movie drew you in. You could feel Jin’s eyes on you, but you didn’t think much of it, until Jin decided to rest his hand on your thigh, soon moving it higher. You snapped your head in his direction.

Of course, you had happened to wear your skirt today, so Jin had easy access to touch you.

“Jin, stop, we’re in a cinema.” You said, trying to move his hand away.

“So? There’s barely anyone in here..”

He was right, and honestly, the thought of possibly getting caught turned you on, so you let him continue. He smirked.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my fingers.”

Originally posted by tekukii


Yoongi loved touching you in public, especially under the table when you was having dinner with the members. He loved how you would bite your lip, trying your very hardest not to let out any moans. He found it amusing to hear you stuttering every sentence you spoke, and Yoongi would tease you about it to the members.

“Guy’s, don’t you think it’s weird how (Y/n)’s speaking? Are you nervous or something, (Y/n)?” He laughed as he inserted another finger into your dripping folds.

“I’m f-fine.”

Yoongi laughed as the members gave you odd looks and all you could think was -

Goddamn you, Yoongi.

Originally posted by icecream-suga


Namjoon loved watching you squirm in your seat as he pleasured you with just his fingers. He would really torture you, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you after you came, over stimulating you. You’d whine as quietly as possible, trying to push his hand away.

“Is my baby feeling too sensitive?”

Originally posted by bexsblogposts


Hoseok preferred actually having sex with you in public than fingering you under a table. However, he would tease you with his fingers in public sometimes as punishment if you’d been “naughty.” He would move his fingers in and out of you and, right as you were about to reach your high, he would remove his fingers and let you sit there, needy and all worked up for him.

“I’ll let you cum later if you’re a good girl.”

Originally posted by kthish


Taehyung knew you loved his fingers, so occasionally, he’d finger you under the table of some restaurant. He didn’t care about the time nor place - if he wanted to pleasure you, he was going to without a doubt. Taehyung would give you a subtle warning first, though, by caressing your thigh. You didn’t care if he fingered you in public, or if you got caught, it just added to your arousal.

“You love my fingers, don’t you, baby?”

Originally posted by mayfifolle


The thought of touching you in public never really crossed his mind, only if you was to tease him first. If you had decided to wear a particularly short skirt out for lunch or dinner, it was hard for him to resist touching you. Although Jimin would absolutely hate being caught, he liked watching you try hold back from moaning his name aloud.

“It’s your fault for wearing this skirt today..”

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly


Jungkook wouldn’t even want you to hold back your moans, especially if he was fingering you at dinner with his friends. He wanted his friends to know how good he made you feel just by his fingers. But still, even though he had whispered in your ear to moan for him, you still kept quiet, pretending nothing was going on as you tried to keep a straight face in front of his members.

Jungkook just chuckled, removing his fingers as you was on the verge of climaxing. “Fine. Just know that later, you’ll be punished for disobeying me.”

Originally posted by beatriceindre

also to people who have requested, i’m not ignoring you, i’m still working on them! :)

Izuku gets together with Todoroki a few years after they graduate. Or at least, he’s pretty sure that’s what it is. Todoroki asks him out, and they end up going on only a few dates before Todoroki moves into his apartment because his lease is up anyway.

The only thing that’s weird about it is that there’s surprisingly little… couple-y things going on. They hold hands, sometimes, and often Todoroki pays for the both of them, but that’s it.

Whenever Izuku tries to initiate something more, Todoroki flinches, and Izuku stops immediately. Todoroki never initiates.

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Being Robb Stark’s Significant Other Would Include...

Anonymous said:

Hi! I have a GOT request. Could you maybe do one of Robb Stark and how the person he would love would look like/ be like personality wise xx 

I tried my best to not be too specific! I hope you like it! (made it gender neutral/you choose pronouns.)

Originally posted by richardscottishmadden

  • Robb would first notice your looks.
  • You didn’t look like any other Northerner.
  • You seemed new, maybe even exotic; while still being you.
  • And you were stunning.
  • But he’d curse himself, saying that there was no time for love in war.
  • He’d busy himself with meetings and trying to find his lost family members.
  • But one day, you came into his tent on behalf of his mother.
  • Catlyn had asked you to check on him while she ‘interrogated’ Jaime Lannister. 
  • “Your Grace, your mother asked me to check up on you.”
  • He was speechless for the first few moments.
  • He was able to see you, how truly stunning you were, close up now.
  • Your lovely eyes and your shy smile.
  • “I uh,” he stumbled on his words, “I’m good.”
  • You dipped your head and turned to leave.
  • But Robb couldn’t stop himself.
  • “Wait,” you turned back to face him, “what’s your name?”
  • “Y/N. Y/N L/n, your Grace.”
  • The rest of the night, Robb got to know you.
  • He marveled at your kindness, how you wished to see the good in people.
  • He loved that you were still trying to be positive despite all the death around you.
  • After that, he told his mother to bring you to strategy meetings.
  • He confided in you, when it came to finding his sisters and avenging his brothers.
  • “I just don’t know what to do, Y/N! My mother wants one thing and my men want another.”
  • You’d instantly comfort him, rubbing a hand through his brown curls.
  • “Just follow your heart Robb,” you whispered, “is hasn’t failed you yet.”
  • He met your eyes, licking his lips and then he kissed you.
  • After that first kiss, you’d stay in his tent with him until daybreak.
  • You’d be his rock, his sounding board for advice.
  • Since you didn’t look like any classic Northerner, you became the talk of the Young Wolf’s army.
  • “Have you seen anything like her/him?”
  • “Aye, in Volantis.”
  • “No, she/he looks Dornish!”
  • Robb would glare at anyone that tried to touch you.
  • “Easy, my love, I only have eyes for you.”
  • “They should still keep their eyes to themselves.”
  • You became Robb’s calming wave.
  • You only wanted peace in the Seven Kingdoms, as well as getting Robb what he wanted.
  • All you wanted was peace for your Wolf.
  • You tried your best to befriend Catlyn, since having been her new handmaiden.
  • But she was worried about her son being with you.
  • “I love them, Mother, he/she loves me too. If not more. I am lucky to have them.”
  • You were tender and loving with him when he thought the world was too harsh for softness such as yours.
  • He needed your soothing touches and voice just as you needed him to defend yourself.
  • He loved that you were shy, kind, and smart.
  • You were the opposite of his recklessness and passion.
  • You acted as his advisor and his lover.
  • You opened his heart and entered it without second thought.
  • While your unique appearance was what originally caught his eye, your heart, your compassion, that drew him in further.
  • You both stayed faithful to the other.
  • Robb proposed to you, and you got married away from the prying eyes of those around you.
  • Robb especially making sure that you had extra affection.
  • While he was more reserved in public, he was very flirty in private.
  • “I love you, Y/N L/N.”
  • “That’s not my name! It’s Y/N Stark, silly boy.”
  • He gives you that cheerful, sunshine smile.
  • “Sorry, love, I keep forgetting.”
  • “You better remember sir, or I’ll just have to keep reminding you.”
  • “You can remind me at anytime.”
  • Out of all the love stories in Westeros, the story of Robb and Y/N Stark was the one all the North remembered.
Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

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Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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so, a poet falls in love with a poet, and nobody writes about it. not at first, anyways. not while she’s in your arms. there’s enough poetry in the shrunken distance between you, and it never looks as good on paper as it does in her mouth.
she says, your hands are so small.
she says, hold me tighter.

so, a poet falls in love with a poet and you pass metaphors across the bed like code words for all the ways you make each other softer. all open palms and easy touches and the way her eyes light up like the sun when she laughs. you roll them around her mouth but you never write them down.
she says, you leave me breathless.
she says, kiss me again.

a poet falls in love with a poet and you’re still not writing about it, but everything is lemon drops and vanilla chapstick. you suck the poem off her lips and swallow it in one breath; it settles like whiskey, warm and fuzzy. so you chase it with more of her. always more of her.
she says, i feel like i’m drowning.
she says, swallow me whole.

—  the poet writes it down when she’s out of arm’s reach // CAITLIN ABIGAIL