all the hands touching

ssragentjthompson asked:

Pucker up!

KISSING MEME | CURRENTLY ACCEPTING | @ssragentjthompson

Number 16 - Peck

Peggy was thoroughly irritated by the fact that she hadn’t been assigned to this mission, something she’d made more than clear since assignments had been made. One hand rested casually against her hip, lips pursed as she watched the men file out one by one, until there was only one left.

“Thompson – Jack. A word?” her voice broke through the silence, an almost annoyed look on his face as he turned to face her. “I assure you, it’ll only be a moment,” she added, walking closer to him. “Be careful, all right? All of you,”

She paused, briefly, her hand moving to gently touch his arm - fingers making light contact with the fabric of his shirt as her grip came to rest near his elbow, grasping it lightly. A half smile played at the edges of her mouth as Peggy leaned forward, lips pressing gently against his for a brief moment, before she pulled back, giving him a serious look.

“For luck,” she explained simply.

I wish he was here besides me. Right behind so that I can feel his deep breathing. Have his boy hear warming me and me with my hand placed somewhere touching him at all times. I miss mine
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The Gift- Part 2

He grabbed each ankle and slipped them into cuffs, spreading her even wider. Revealing her throbbing pink wetness. He then followed by cuffing each wrist to the post. She now lay without sight, spread wide and completely vulnerable and restrained. She felt a soft hand brush her nipple and skim down her side. She knew this could not be her love. His hands were strong and slightly rough. These sweet hands she felt were small and cool…sending shivers all over with every random touch. The hands continued sliding down, gently grazing her pussy that made her buck her hips in reflex. She yearned to feel this strangers touch again. But then she felt the warm wetness of a tongue delicately flicking her clit. The tongue danced over her hot button. Swirling and trailing down to her soaking wet hole. She felt the tongue quickly dive in to her. Pushing and probing deeper and faster as the tiny fingers continued to tease her clit. Then she felt the familiar taste of her love’s cock being pushed into her waiting mouth….

Standing outside, this man walks by; instantly, I noticed he was rather attractive. In that very same moment, I was practically repulsed. The thought of being any closer than what we already were, was enough to send chills up and down my spine. I don’t exactly know why, but my intimacy issues have gotten out of control. 😕

Cleanliness is a huge turn-on, height, nice hands, feet. All of those can bypass any repulsion to touch.

swordriven asked:

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                     there is a moment where he doesn’t register the fact that the other is moving his hand at all, he’s so used to the touches under the table. he’s so used to Jace placing a hand on his leg, for him moving the thumb in small circles and rubbing.

                     when it hits a certain point, though, he feels his cheeks heat up. he feels the caress on his leg and he shifts himself ever so closer to Jace as his legs part just enough for him to move his hand up more, for him to have more of Simon to touch because he’s powerless to Jace. It isn’t a bad thing, he loves him so much and he knows that the other is powerless to him as well. It isn’t one-sided, and Simon takes as much as he gives, which leads him to placing his hand on the other’s thigh and moving up, pressing the heel of his hand down gently in a circular motion to palm him ever so teasingly.

The Touch by Anne Sexton

For months my hand was sealed off
in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings.
Perhaps it is bruised, I thought,
and that is why they have locked it up.
You could tell time by this, I thought,
like a clock, by its five knuckles
and the thin underground veins.
It lay there like an unconscious woman
fed by tubes she knew not of.

The hand had collapse,
a small wood pigeon
that had gone into seclusion.
I turned it over and the palm was old,
its lines traced like fine needlepoint
and stitched up into fingers.
It was fat and soft and blind in places.
Nothing but vulnerable.

And all this is metaphor.
An ordinary hand – just lonely
for something to touch
that touches back.
The dog won’t do it.
Her tail wags in the swamp for a frog.
I’m no better than a case of dog food.
She owns her own hunger.
My sisters won’t do it.
They live in school except for buttons
and tears running down like lemonade.
My father won’t do it.
He comes in the house and even at night
he lives in a machine made by my mother
and well oiled by his job, his job.

The trouble is
that I’d let my gestures freeze.
The trouble was not
in the kitchen or the tulips
but only in my head, my head.

Then all this became history.
Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
Oh, my carpenter,
the fingers are rebuilt.
They dance with yours.
They dance in the attic and in Vienna.
My hand is alive all over America.
Not even death will stop it,
death shedding her blood.
Nothing will stop it, for this is the kingdom
and the kingdom come.

anonymous asked:

42-44!

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

Not long at all, usually my hand is somewhere on the person before our lips even touch. I’m very guilty of touching peoples faces/running my fingers through hair.

43. How long was your longest relationship?

On & off for six years, without breaking up, a little over a year.

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

I think maybe 5? 6? Only two serious ones, though.

Mumble (J-Hope Smut)

It was one of those days again, where you wanted him to touch you. All his touches had been casual, nothing lingering on you.

You felt a sinner next to him. You could stop thinking about all the ways he could touch you.

His hands rubbing against your clit, his hands playing with your nipple. His lips pressed against your collarbone, leaving you hickeys that you would have cover up for weeks.

His tongue licking against your stomach. His lips planting little kisses down your thighs before he got you where you wanted him.

“The wall” You mumbled and he looked at you.

“What was that? Baby, did you say something?” You blushed, embarrassed he had hear your little mumbling.

“I-I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to lie, baby. I heard something.” He moved closer to you on the settee and you backed up into the arm.

“H-Hoseok, maybe you’re hearing things.” His hand record for your side as he began to tickle you.

“Just tell me, Y/N. I want to know why you were blushing too.”

“I…ah..didn’t..say a-anything” He tickled quickly, making your laugh loud and give in quick.

“N-NEVER.”

“S-Stop it…hah..ah.” He kept tickling, still you refused to repeat yourself.

“Just say it and end this suffering,Y/N.” He still tickled you, your laughter uncontrollable. But you were still resisting.

“There’s no way I’m saying that!” He threw you over his shoulder. You hit his back, demanding he put you down.

He dropped you on the bed, laying on your back.

“Just say it, Y/N.”

“The wall.”

“What about the wall?”

You bit your lip, wasn’t saying it enough for him?

“Do you want to get tickled again, baby? I don’t mind..”

“I want you to fuck me against the wall so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow. Happy?”

You sat up, blushing and unable to look him in the eyes. He kissed you, his lips brushing against yours a few times before he indulged in the taste of you.

“So sweet, baby.” He kissed your neck, planting long kisses and kneading your breast.

“H-Hoseok.”

He pushed you down, kissing you hungrily. He slipped off his pants and you slipped off your panties, amongst you two still kissing.

You flip him over, placing yourself on top of him. You pull away, and moved down his body. You pulled his boxers down to expose his thick cock.

“Don’t make me wait, baby.”

You teased his cock a little, wanting to hear him plead for you. Beg you to put his cock into your mouth. You licked the tip slowly, watching him look at you angrily.

“Please, baby. Please put my cock in your pretty little mouth. Nothing feels like your mouth around my cock.”

You give him what he want, earning yourself a loud moan from him. You took him down your throat, hearing him groan your name while you did that.

You spit on his shaft, letting your hands rub in your saliva. He moans again and you play with his balls a little.

You could feel his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and he stopped you. He sat up, and you moved back. He took you, spreading your legs for him and began to play with you.

“So wet already, baby?”

anonymous asked:

*lets out a gasp feeling your hands go all over any exposed skin before whimpering at your touch* - hao anon

Minghao: You like when I touch you huh baby?

anonymous asked:

prime #s

2. Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker?

Neither, really. I really like tea though. And juice. And water. 

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Lord, yes.

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?

Sad I have to leave Iowa City in like an hour. Happy that this weekend was so fun. Hungry for cereal, haha.

7. What would you do if you opened your door and saw a dead body?

I’d wanna poke it. I’d probably call the police after staring at it for a while. 

11. Turn ons?

I really love slowww kissing that turns into hard kissing… and just getting kissed and touched all over. Run your hands over my body, hold my face, play with my hair. Cute, cheesy stuff, too. When someone does something cheesy, but is totally sincere about it, I die. 

13. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?

Cabbages, haha. 

17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?

Depends on what ice cream. Soft serve? Lick. Regular? Probably bite/lick combo.

19. Do you like yourself?

I have some body image issues, but honestly yeah, I think I’m pretty neat. 

23. How many countries have you visited?

Just one, Turkey.

29. Have you ever been in a castle?

I don’t know, but I HAVE been in a palace. 

31. Whats your zodiac sign?

Leo. Well, Leo/Cancer cusp. Eh. 

37. Do you own something from Hot Topic?

Haha, I don’t think so. I haven’t been to a Hot Topic in forever, and I know I have owned something from there in the past… 

41. If you could trade places with any person living or dead, who would you trade places with?

Oh man this is hard. I guess maybe… fuck, I don’t know. Someone who’s been to space? Maybe? 

43. Whom do you admire and why?

Lots of people, honestly. I know a lot of people who have said or done things that are extremely admirable. I have cool friends. 

47. What was your best experience on drugs or alcohol?

Haha. 

53. How old were you when you lost your virginity?

17, few days away from my 18th birthday though.

59. If you could be the president of the USA, would you be willing to do it?

Not at all.

61. Would you rather live longer or be wealthy?

Live longer. As cliché as it sounds, I’d rather have more time to walk around in a forest or listen to my favorite songs etc. than just have lots of money.

Thank you <3 

Mileidy/Harry

*I shake my head* No. I’m just cold. || *I nod and kiss your neck and I run my hands all around your body, missing touching you like this*

Okay * I whisper rubbing your back* -Louis// * I bite my lip keeping my eyes closed as you do* -Hanna
A Poem Untitled

💔A poem - untitled💔

What is the one thing that can drive all men mad?
Even just by the touch of their hand?
A creature of beauty, power and pride,
You can watch her all day - “Oh my! What a stride.”

But don’t take her for granted.
No that’s just absurd,
You don’t seem to understand it,
She needs to be heard.

Independent and strong,
The woman certainly is,
Never wrong,
She really is bliss.

But be wary of her,
Treacherous in ways,
Making your heart into stone,
Is just how she plays.

For when it is stone,
And set it one place,
It’s easier to break,
And look in its face.

Her love can be wild,
Make you feel like a child.
A hard life is her teacher,
What an immaculate creature.

You ask me why,
I love her so much,
I just can’t say goodbye,
I love her, too much…

Her little games,
Have driven me insane,
With cute little names,
I am the only one to blame.

They warned me about her,
I just didn’t listen.
My vision was a blur,
My heart was already in prison.

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The last of my series finally aren’t naked. They aren’t finished but it helps me be able to see that I am capable of finishing. It also helps me not to rush and get in a hurry just so I can get them finished. I’m proud of this series because all my life hands and touch in general have always had my attention. I wanted to do a series that would make people relate. Yearn for the feeling of the touch of a hand to a shoulder.

sitting in the shower I find myself running my hands over all the places you scarred with your touch.

I regret every moment with you, every inside joke, every smile.

there is nothing in this world I want more than you to be erased from my memory.

 I want to forget the feeling of your lips against mine and the burning sensation of your fingers dancing across my collar bones.

I was your means to and end and I was warned to stay away but the sparkle in your eyes told me otherwise.

people usually talk about how traumatic experiences scar them for life.

you are my traumatic experience.

you are my permanent scar.