he's touching his chest

One thing I will never be over is Oliver’s left hand when he wraps it around Felicity’s back right before he picks her up.

… his fingers graze her hair, a soft, cool contrast to her heated skin. She pants his name their breath mingling, making the air hot. She arches into him, pressing her lips to his temple  and forehead, dropping tiny, loving kisses along his hairline. She wraps her arms around his head, cradling him, pulling him closer. He wants to touch her everywhere and anywhere at the same time. He drags his hands her spine, reveling in how her gentle muscles react to his touch. He kisses her chest, tasting her, eliciting the most beautiful breathless whimpers from her. His tongue traces her collarbone before he dips his head, his stubbled chin slipping over the top of her breasts. He wants to lean her back and wrap his lips around one of her nipples, but at the same time he wants to keep her close, wants to feel every inch of her pressed against him as tightly as possible.

She’s life and light and sunshine and happiness and purity and it’s more addicting than he could have ever dreamed.


Her hips rock against him, her heated core grinding against his hardness, the seams of their pants pressed tightly together. Hot needy desire rockets through him and he moans her name in such a way that it makes her shiver, sending goosebumps erupting across her back. His skin burns for her, his body yearns towards hers…  


One hand slips down over her hip, sliding over her delectable ass that he’s been dreaming about for years now as he wraps his other arm around her back. She surrounds him, taking over everything, drowning him in her love and for that one single second, he lets go, he gives her all that he is, letting her in so completely that he doesn’t know where she starts and he ends. 

He needs to be closer, needs to feel as much of as her as he can, needs to cherish as much of this - of her - as possible because some tiny part of him knows that this moment - this precious, perfect moment where everything he never though he’d get, everything he never believed he deserved - won’t last forever…

The moment that really, really slayed me here was when his fingers slide under her arm, over the sensitive skin there, brushing against the inside of her left arm. It’s so intimate, startlingly so. They’re both naked, in so many more ways than the physical sense, and every single time I see his fingers slipping under there right before he picks her up, right before he digs his fingers in to hold her closer, it strikes me again how incredibly tender this moment is.

This scene is so magical, so intense, so intimate and gorgeous and beautiful and loving and it still kills me dead.

dom!credence headcanons :)

- has a daddykink.

- he likes to touch your chest?? like, a lot?? it makes his hands feel really warm and they’re just so soft and he’ll make these noises that you love

- when he wants to get into bed with you he will literally fucking pin you down out of nowhere and start kissing you in your most vulnerable places

- hickies. hickies. hickies.

- he loves blowjobs, especially when you have that pretty look on your face when you’re giving him one

- he loves EVERYTHING that you love. this is simply because you love it, and he loves the way that you react and how you let go completely

- edging.

- he will constantly praise you for being good even when you haven’t done anything to be, because he loves the look on your face and the motivation it gives you to do more

- he will ALWAYS kiss your stomach before giving you head

- when giving you head he’s either very soft or very rough, slow or fast - it depends on how both of you are feeling

- overall, he’s a great daddy

- and he loves having consensual control over you because you love it

credit for some ideas: @imaginingcredence

story time, i was at the green day show in milan and i was looking at them playing minority and they were all smiling a lot and it just hit me right there what billie and mike and all of them had gone through and.. seeing them so HAPPY in that moment was so overwhelming and important. so i basically started crying and i was sobbing so hard it made me feel kinda sick so i stopped singing and just looked at them, and in that moment mike looked at me and he touched his chest where his heart was and mouthed “thank you” and!!!!! i’m still not ok

Maknae Line Reaction to their girlfriend cuddling them in her sleep


Jimin is going to be all for it he would immediately wrap his arms around you. carefully give you some kisses cause he couldn’t hold him self back of how adorable you looked cuddled against him.

Originally posted by mintychim


We all know Taehyung is a huge fan of cuddling. so when you were lying on the couch watching a movie. you would turn around and nuzzle your whole head in his chest. he would look down and softly touch your cheeks admiring how big his hand is compared to your face.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


I feel like Jungkook would find it absolutely adorable and cute but he wouldn’t act on it. he would just let you hug him. however if he was sleepy too he would be the one nuzzling into you trying to find warmness.

Originally posted by indiegem

So this was a small reaction thing i thought about. I’m really sorry that I’m not updating as fast as i used to. but once i finish these damn tests i will be on here more often :D

anonymous asked:

i find it so cute during jhope's birthday vlive, jungkook was originally on jhope's right side but after jimin came in he switched places to jhope's left side cos jimin was there!!!

Okay but also Jungkook could not keep his hands to himself, it was amazing.
Jungkook: “Oh Jimin hyung, you should shave” *seductively runs his hand down jimin’s chest*
Hoseok: *looks into the camera like hes on the office, internally thinking “its my birthday keep your hands off your boyfriend for one second”*
jungkook: “I can see it very well with my eyes”
everyone else: *sighs loudly bc theyre used to this but still hate it*



“Mr.Brightside” - [ Sebastian S./ Tom H. -One shot ].

Based on: Imagine: Sebastian singing “Mr.Brightside” at the top of his lungs while drinking. All because he’s had a big crush on you for a long time, but he saw you kissing Tom. Now he can’t stop imagining the two of you together, and it’s killing him even though it was only a kiss.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Song“Mr.Brightside” by The Killers.

Notes: Told from a drunk Sebastian’s perspective. It might be fluffy. And i hate it.WHOISTHISPERSONWRITINGFLUFFYSHIT?


“Now they’re going to bed, and my stomach is sick. And it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now, let me go. And I just can’t look, it’s killing me”.

It’s mocking me. This song is mocking me, but I sing at the top of my lungs with a great amount of alcohol in my bloodstream. Why? Because of her. Because I couldn’t tell her. I was too late. I’m screaming the lyrics, with a bottle in my right hand, home alone before midnight after attending a party; the one she invited me to.

I thought it meant something. It doesn’t. I’m an idiot.

I’m gonna call her and tell her anyway. I’m going to tell her she broke my fucking heart. I’m pulling my cell phone out, but the song’s about to end.

“I never. I never. I never. I never”. My voice breaks, my throat hurts.

I’m ready to dial.

I’m dizzy. I hear the last beat of the song. I’m losing balance. It all goes dark.

“Oh my god”

“Check his pulse”.

I hear voices but I can’t open my eyes. It’s like I’m submerged deep in the ocean, they’re distant and close at the same time but I can’t swim and reach the surface.

“Slow breathing”.  


It’s a man and a woman.

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summary of slender christmas
  • first of all sweet jesus phil lester with your glasses on and in the red plaid shirt
  • dan wtf is in your eyebrow don’t tell me you’re like this for the rest of the video, oh thanks phil there you go
  • this is so festive phil you’re hyped and the lights are so pretty!!
  • sweet angelic voices ty
  • slender is in the santa suit jfc and dan stop screaming you jumpscared phil and all of us
  • the snowman is creepy as hell
  • static oh god save us, WOAH THAT’S CREEPY–dan don’t force choke yourself
  • im not questioning yaasss anymore
  • phil i’m getting motion sick–how don’t you know how to FRICKIN LEFT CLICK and now the meme is back
  • oh again here you go slender;)
  • the phandom is shook the last part is so much more than the game

conclusion: ty dan and phil for gamingmas soooo much acting so comfortable and couple-y and touchy you save 2016, genuinely

So I lied I wrote a thing anyways. EP 80 Spoilers

He thought it had hurt the first time.

The first time, when it was his fault. When he touched the armor before checking for traps, when he had triggered the spell that had taken her life.

No, it was much worse now, watching her breath stop. Laying next to a pool of lava, burning, while he hadn’t been touched.

His heart stopped in his chest as he saw her die again.

She couldn’t. Not like this, not at the hands of this godsforsaken dragon.

They had only just started things between them.

They had only had one night of happiness.

He saw her smile, and for the first time since the Raven Queen, he found himself praying to any kind of god that he would see that smile again.

He saw Pike run towards Vex, faster than she usually could, and kneel down. Even through the chaos, he could see tears running down Pike’s face.

A glow of radiant energy burst through her, and Percy saw Vex take a deep breath, life returning to her.

Percy said a very quiet “Thank you.” to Sarenrae.

He had no hope in the gods, not anymore. Not after everything that had happened.

But he wouldn’t deny that it was the grace of a goddess, the grace of Sarenrae and Pike’s devotion that brought her back.

He reloaded Retort and took aim at Raishan.

She would pay.

Riding Harry.

Just imagine riding Harry for a second. He is sitting up on the bed, his back against the head board, you on his lap. His hands are on your hips, guiding you, because you are still a bit all over the place from your last orgasm. Your chests are touching, bodies hot and sweaty. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, and moans against your skin, leaving open mouth kisses. He is so deep, you can literally feel him in your stomach. The veins and ridges of his cock massage your wet walls. Harry’s legs are shaking and his short hair is messed up from all the times you gripped and pulled it. You need to take a breath, the sensation is too much. Harry takes himself out of you and rubs the red tip of his cock against your clit, making you grip on to his shoulders. “H-Harry” you breath out, then you reach your 3 orgasm of the night. Your hips buckle and your moans are uncontrollable. Harry watches you mesmerized, you look so beautiful when you cum. Your breathing is unsteady, and your hair is sticking to your forehead. Harry starts to leave kisses on your jawline and down your neck. “Think you have one more in yeh for me, pet?” he asks you, but gives no time to answer, as he slides himself back inside you, deeper than before.

Kiss Bang Love (Bawson AU)

So a few days ago I shitposted about an A&E show where the participants  share a blindfolded kiss before they meet. Naturally, trash that I am, this happened.

S/N: it’s actually a really cute show despite the cheesy title. I recommend it, especially if you like Married At First Sight, which was created by the same people.

Ginny takes small steps forward until Amelia stops her. “Okay you’re on your mark. Just stand here.”

“Is he here?” Ginny asks.

“Yeah but don’t talk to him yet. I’ve gotta get out of the shot.”

Amelia leaves the small area and Ginny tentatively reaches out to see if he’s close enough to touch. His chest is broad and firm and she’s intrigued as she works her way up to his shoulders then down to his hands. He’s big and solid, and maybe handy? He’s got some serious callouses.

Opposite her, Mike stands with his hands in his pockets, his blindfold already on. He’s equally unsure about this endeavor, but it seemed harmless enough when he heard. And he reasons whatever girl he’ll meet is probably pretty if the producers picked her to be on the show. A little smile curls his lips at the sound of her voice because she sounds pretty.

He closes his hands around hers. They’re thin, delicate, with long fingers and soft palms. Her arms are long, thin but muscular, and covered in silky skin that erupts in goosebumps at his touch. Her hair brushes his knuckles and he lets her shoulders go, runs his fingers through the ends of her bouncy curls that smell like fruit, lemons and strawberries if his nose is correct.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the director calls.

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american heroes

roughly 8000 words, mild sexual content. prose-poem gravebone fic ft courtroom drama, implied/referenced torture, veritaserum, hurt/comfort, and lots of angst (with a happy ending). alternate title: percival graves is bad at feelings.


There’s a boy in an alley, and his name is Credence. There’s a boy in an alley and Graves can’t stay away. It isn’t killing him, yet, but it will; he isn’t counting kisses he can’t keep, yet, but he will, he will.

He isn’t holding him but there’s a pull in his chest. He isn’t touching him. He’s trying not to. The first time he heals him it feels like realigning the whole world, like centering something that’s spun off-axis, and he spends the rest of the day with his heart slamming against his ribs. Wondering where he’d gone wrong. Wondering whether it will ruin him.

It will.


Of Swordplay and Horse Riding

Katakura Kojuro/MC
NC17 Smut Fic


He shifted on top of her, trailing kisses downwards, to her jaw, chin, neck. He stopped to admire the mark he had made on her chest, touching the bruised skin reverently before he moved his hands over her breasts. She arched into his touch, and he responded by lightly squeezing them.

He had seen her breasts before, back when she was still known as ‘Yahiko’ to everyone in the clan, when they are bound, when she was drunk and he had needed to change her clothes. He marveled at how different, how soft, how… substantial they were bared like that. They fit his palms perfectly.

“Did it hurt when you bind them?”

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the boy i love has heartache the size of a fist, or ontario, or a pass thru city on the greyhound. i press my hand against his skull & he makes the most beautiful keening sound, as if he is unused to being touched. this is the boy i love, his chest filled with hay & then set on fire. he spreads his arms against the floral bedsheets & smiles at me, like he’s surprised, like he’s never had reason to feel happy, ever. the boy i love is named david, which suits him. a name he hates, which suits him too. he opens his mouth against my palm, breathes out sharp like he’s trying not to cry. there, there. suddenly, it’s summer. suddenly, he’s gone.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of this quote to describe Rhaegar, "He was a prince who lived in the realm of dreams and awoke only when Robert Baratheon brought his hammer down for the final blow"

“He lived his life barely touching reality, until it caved in his chest.”

He was never fully enclosed in dreams. Rather, I think he simply believed that reality would make way for him because of destiny. He’s not wholly wrong, ASOIAF is rather infamous almost to the point of absurdity for making way, cutting breaks, weighing the scales in favor of the Chosen Ones, he just wasn’t one of them.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

  • Keebo: I'm coming-
  • Kaito: out of my cage and I've been doing just fine gotta gotta be down because I want it all it started out with a kiss how did it end up like this it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab while he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick and it's all in my head but she's touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now, let me go-

These nightmares have got me thinking. Comparing myself to my past self. The child I used to be. These fat thighs, he touched them. This fat saggy chest, he grabbed. This pudgy stomach, his hands slid down. This lard ass, he grabbed. And maybe that’s why I want to destroy these parts the most. Maybe that’s why I want to be only skin and bones. Because I can’t remove the skin he touched, but I can become a new person. A person he didn’t touch. A person who wasn’t violated. Someone other than me I’d like to be anyone else but me..

anonymous asked:

Ok, three different things, but all the same pairing: What if UF!Sans's crush just came up and sat on his lap for no apparent reason while they were watching TV or a movie? What if said crush mentions at one point (probably in response to something on the TV) that they find fangs sexy? What if at some point after this (probably days to weeks later) said crush got drunk and LICKED UF!Sans' gold tooth. Just. Leaned over and licked it.

UF!Sans: lap-sitting & sexy fangs

He jumps when they sit on his lap and starts sweating all over his skull, trying to be as still as possible lest they decide he’s too bony and move back to the couch cushion.  He’s no longer paying attention to the movie in the slightest.  Why would they want to sit on him?  It doesn’t make any sense.  Is his crush comfortable?  He finally shifts just enough that their back touches his chest.  He still doesn’t relax, and he’s too scared of ruining it to speak.

When they make the comment about sexy fangs (probably because of the dumb vampire movie), his skull begins to turn red enough to match his eyelights.  However, he’s got his confidence back and gives them a sharp-toothed grin.  “you do, huh?  welp, sweetheart, that must mean you find me sexy because i’ve got plenty of fangs.”  He wags his bone brows and thinks about giving them a little bite to showcase his point, but actually loses his nerve. UGH! Maybe if their face wasn’t so close right now!  

He spends the rest of the night in his bedroom, periodically looking at his fangs in the mirror and regretting the missed opportunity.  

UF!Sans: … licked?!

Red and his crush are both on the drunken side, but years of slacking at Grillby’s has given him one hell of an alcohol tolerance, so he’s definitely more sober than they are.  They’re both sitting at the bar, and Sans is letting his dark humor fly, telling terrible jokes and stupid puns in an effort to make them laugh.  He doesn’t even notice that they’re staring at his mouth… until they lean over and just straight up lick his gold tooth.  

Yeah, it’s lights out for Red.  Literally, his eyelights vanish and he freezes up, unable to process what just happens.  It takes a full minute for his eyelights to come back, and when they do, he locks eyes with his crush.

… Then, he slowly runs his magical tongue over that tooth, right where they licked it, keeping eye contact the entire time.  

He’s sweating, but he’s got liquid courage on his side as he leans in with a grin, his bright tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and says,  “my turn.”