#craving the contact

[reecedarlene]

Imagine

I imagine small moments with you

Lingering touches no one else notices

Sly glances no one else sees

Inside jokes no one else interprets

Imagine me standing just a little too close to you

But you don’t move away so I stay still

Imagine our hands colliding

And hesitating before letting go

Imagine legs pressed against one another

Under the guise of not enough room

Imagine shared song lyrics as secret notes

Moments between us no one else knows

Imagine each of us hoping for a message

Searching for reasons to reach out

Imagine you craving the contact

Me smiling at the thought of your satisfaction

Imagine the timbre of your voice buzzing through me

Me enraptured by the rhythm of your words

Imagine your light being the only thing I can see

To pull me out of this darkness I’ve been coasting in

Imagine you knowing exactly what I mean, how I feel

You giving me the courage the grow and the strength to do what I must

Imagine these tiny flickers of affection

Becoming all consuming flames devouring our senses

Imagine our passions overpowering our reason

We’ll have ask forgiveness since we never asked for permission

Imagine this being reality instead of a fantasy

Growing inside the part of me I thought had been snuffed out

I imagine small moments with you

Can you imagine?

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

it remains extremely funny to me that freddie wong accidentally (?) made Dan Fucks, embodiment of pleasure, so distinctly ace-coded. like, Dan talks a big game about sex and seems to view it as interesting and desirable, but when presented with such an obvious in for it he completely ignored Avaricci's come-ons to just talk about non-sexual pleasures like goddamn cold pillows. he's not paying attention to sex at all when it's not personally convenient or expected of him to do so.

100% Elias is ace and just doesn't realize people genuinely crave sex and it's not a metaphor or exaggeration like it is for him yet. bless him.

[beetlethebug]

consider,,,a lucanis who is in love with emmrich, a spite who is in love with rook, a rook in love with emmrich, and emmrich who is in love with all three but wants lucanis, spite, and rook to get together because he feels he is not the type of man any of them deserve...

bonus points for spite being the one to realize just what sort of love quadrilateral is going on and is the one to get them all together.

[3-aem]

thinking about touch starved touch sensitive gojo again. Absolutely desperate for even the most grazing touches from getou and yet overwhelmed by it all.

[tornado1992]

Post Metal Virus Sonic being so afraid to touch anyone. Not uneasy, not uncomfortable, just afraid.

Sonic hasn't ever been exactly a touchy person, but he isn't exactly a non touchy person either, he does what he wants when he wants, and touch? He didn't mind it, even if he didn't exactly seek it.

To seek touch wasn't in his priority list as much as one would think, to him it was as simple as to know that anything that reached him always had him reaching back; friends, foes, life and nature itself.

That was the naturality of it all, for there is nothing more natural than to seek the world that surrounds you. He doesn't mind touch, he thrives on it, for the world was always reaching for him as much as he was reaching for it.

That's what he used to think, then the Metal Virus happened.

A simple change in the way of the world that he always lived by, an artificial change at that, a sabotage, one that managed to turn around everything he knew about it.

He was still able to reach the world, but the world couldn't reach back if he did. And it would be his fault.

It was his fault every time he tried to run and reach for anything, anyone that could've reached back, but didn't.

So he fought it, fought agaisnt the one thing that was holding the world and everyone in it hostage. The thing that he helped spread. He fought, he ran, and he fixed it, because he had to fix it.

He fixed it so everyone could reach for each other again. So he could run and reach again, so he could feel again.

And It worked. He could run, and he could reach again, he just wasn't trying to reach at all anymore.

He's no longer giving high fives to children who manage to see him while on his runs. He refuses to stop while in the open for long enough to let any critters or flickies perch on his quills. He runs from the restoration headquarters not even a minute after getting there just to avoid talking to anyone who knows him enough to properly greet him.

He doesn't pick up wildflowers anymore. He avoids the bubbly Chaos who always cheer on him. He runs fast enough for anything that could ever get close enough to touch him to just get thrown away because of the wind itself. He subconsciously, purposely even, keeps going forward without a second of appreciation to the beautiful, alive world that he leaves behind. The world that still reaches out for him.

But how can he get away from the world itself?

The answer is always running.

His heart may just want to feel life again. But he doesn't want to take any life away, so he won't seek any, he won't reach out for any.

He can no longer afford to get on Knuckles' nerves to have a fun spar with him. He has forgotten how it felt to get the air knocked out of him by an Amy hug. And he just won't let Tails get anywhere close to reach for him.

Constantly on edge, never still, always running, that's his thing, that's his normal. Nothing else matters; Not his mind dreading the sole thought of even getting close enough to brush shoulders with anyone. Not his heart craving the feeling of warmth and life that a hug, a fist bump, or a hair ruffle could give him.

His legs itch to run, not towards something, but away from anyone.

So he keeps running.

[canisalbus]

Does Machete enjoy the feeling of sleeping on Vasco's chest (like he's doing in that nosebleed in bed one) or does he prefer a pillow

.

[ladyofthelake]

Diamond of the Day where everything is the same except Arthur's not wearing gloves

[lovetositinsilence]

touch

(available on inprnt and redbubble !)

[beccawise7]

Keep your pretty words and spoken promises.

Give me your eyes...

For everything you feel, desire and intend is written within them, like the words scripted on the pages of a beloved novel.

Your eyes tell me everything I need to know, and all the secrets you wish to hide.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[sleep-nurse]

anemone and willow yao

ok fine

[hexcia]

Take as long as you need

[intriga-hounds]

god it was so peaceful for 3 weeks while baz slept in the pen. now he’s back to trying to crush me every night.

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!! I crave this, all of this...

You want to know me, than know me from inside and than out, caress my mind and submit yourself in entirety. I will submit too, I promise, if only you promise to live in the moment; Truly, Madly & Deeply.

Nothing lasts forever, it never did, it never does and it never will. However, the memories we create will remain with us Forever...

[velvet-dreams-blog]

I live for the electricity of unspoken desire. Those lingering glances across crowded rooms that say everything without a word. When eyes meet and hold just a moment too long, turning innocent spaces into private battlegrounds of restraint. That delicious tension when two people undress each other with their eyes while keeping perfect public composure.

[o0w0p]

Hes scared

I really like their dynamic, they are such besties (also i awfully need a friend like Hilda help 😭😭😭)

(Don't tag as ship pls)

[fortisseto]

I woke up from a rare dream about my boyfriend this morning. The thing is, my boyfriend and I weren't ourselves, we were Edwin and Charles. Our usual arrangement: I'm his Edwin, he's my Charles. So the first thing the dream changed was the fact that I was Charles. He was Edwin. Strange already...

Anywho, we're all in the car—I say all because Crystal was there as well, driving the car—my dream-boyfriend-Edwin and I in the backseat. Like the affectionate person I am, and because of some subconscious level, I knew these dreams didn't come by often, I tried to kiss the guy. THAT BASTARD PULLS AWAY FROM MY ATTEMPT AS SOON AS MY LIPS HIT HIS, AND I, ME-CHARLES, ASK "Are... my lips too dry?" HE. NODS. WHAT THE FUCK.

So I get embarrassed, he notices, and tries kissing me again (as fucking if). I'm petty of course, so I go "Your lips are dry too." This motherfucker will not let me kiss him anywhere after that because of my dry lips. We end up cuddling afterwards, but come on, I want the extra stuff.

Anywho, there's this long line when we stop at the gas station, so Crystal is in the car and dream-boyfriend-Edwin and I go outside (for reasons fucking unknown). We walk around, hand in hand, for a little while until these kids (who can for some reason see us) come up to us and ask EDWIN "Is that your girlfriend?"

IS THAT YOUR WHAT FRIEND. HE THEN LOOKS AT ME, LAUGHS, AND KNEELS TO SAY, "Yes, that is my girlfriend." (Even worse cause we are both trans??)

Anywho, he ends up leaving to go somewhere when we arrive at this house, but "promising he'll be back shortly," so Crystal and I talk for two hours until the dream ends. Bastard.

( boyfriend in question: @morphean42 )