I thought love was a kind of emptiness

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[hungersfor]

[hungersfor]

[vaememes]

kissy sentence starters.

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” “ they can all just kiss my ass. ” “ i kissed someone today. ” “ i kissed a girl/boy and i liked it. ” “ kissing burns calories you know. ” “ my lips really want to meet yours. ” “ so are we going to kiss or not? ” “ i sent you a bunch of kiss emojis. ” “ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” “ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” “ you make me want to kiss you. ” “ you owe me a kiss. ” “ pucker up. ” “ read my lips, no. ” “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” “ i just want to kiss you. ” “ i miss your lips. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ blow a kiss my way for good luck. ” “ ever kiss in the rain? ” “ ever kiss under water? ” “ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ” “ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ” “ i love when our lips meet. ” “ where do you want me to kiss you? ” “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” “ did you really just kiss him/her? ” “ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another. ” “ kiss me one more time. ” “ want to make out? ” “ you’re a terrible kisser. ” “ teach me how to kiss? ” “ i remember our first kiss. ” “ your lips are calling my name. ” “ let’s just kiss already. ”

[hungersfor]

@honestlyeh

From nowhere she’d find her way into his space, perched on his counter, reading on his bed, with no evidence of how she got in or out again. Saffron arrived by the door as she watched him, wearing what looked like her equivalent of workout wear. An old knit crop-top, and a pair of pyjama shorts. And knee high socks with black ribbons on them. 

“You know that sport fighting thing you do? For like, self defense and fitness, and so you can roll around with hot guys, that one. Can you teach me?”

[hungersfor]

[づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ┻━┻ Campaign make a person happy: send this for the 10 tumblrs that you most admire, if you receive it 3 times or more consider yourself loved! ❤ ❤ ❤] (from exs-et-ohs)

[hungersfor]

heartxshaped-bruises‌:

        Peter’s movements against Nick’s underwear became more eager. His kisses tasted like years of suppression and made Peter think that this was way too easy. The uttered words reached his ears just when his hand finally made i’s way past Nick’s waistband, the first touch sending a warm tingling down his spine and straight to his pants. There was no guarantee that hooking up with Nick would result in a satisfying experience - his first kiss was only a few minutes ago and Peter doubted that the other knew what to do and how to do it right. It would mean that Peter would do the whole work. Not a great prospect but still better than nothing at all. At least the neediness that kept Peter in place in the way Nick held on to him delivered enough encouragement for Peter to bite down on Nick’s lip and give him a few strokes to test the waters. 

The reciprocation, the touches, the sharp bite, it all had Nick hard and panting against Peter’s mouth, gasping between hungry kisses. He seemed lead by instinct, lead by his own need. He wanted to see more of Peter, touch more, understand more. He pulled at Peter’s clothing, mewling softly.

[x-brokencrowns]

Her body was small in his arms, and he always realized in the low of his anger that this was a woman he loved more than anything. Her parents were right about him, he was a fuck up. 

“Okay.” His mood jumped, having been the angriest man before. Now he was not. “You know I like things how I like them.”

[hungersfor]

“I-I know. I’m sorry.” She was nearly clinging, unable to make herself stop needing his body near, hearing his heart, his breath. She could hear her body calming his too. 

She lifted her head, resting her forehead against his, noses almost touching. January pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she spoke. “It wasn’t fair of me. To bring the past back. I adore you. I have to stop punishing you.”

[x-brokencrowns]

He did have a snap back prepared for Nick, until his lips were met by the other mans. He could always slip away with him. 

He strong suit was not feelings or self expression, it was other things. Nick had been the first person in a long time to see the side of Clarke that he shoved away. His hand moved to his back and he leaned back from the kiss. “Hey sinner.”

[hungersfor]

“Hey, Snowball.” Nick smirked, sliding his hand over Clarke’s jaw, keeping him close so he could see into those piercing eyes. “Not like you to be so shy? Or is it?” He dragged his lips teasingly over Clarke’s jaw. 

“Someone likes affection, and that makes him blush.”

[hungersfor]

warrioroflondonbelow‌:

Richard let out a silent gasp when he noticed the state of a familiar face he hadn’t seen in months. “You have no idea, love.– Right then, up ya’ go,” huffed the Scotsman before bending down gingerly wrapping her arm round his shoulders and hoisting her up and out of the bins. “Y’know next time ya’ wanna come over you can always just use the front door. It’ll be probably be a lot easier, not to mention sanitary.” 

Step by step, Richard continued to lead Saffy up into his flat, limping along with her so that she wouldn’t topple over. “Now, are ya’ gonna tell me what happened or am I gonna have to guess.”

She felt lighter and dizzier than a bird with hollow bones, leaning into him gratefully. “C-can I tell you when I don’t feel so....so bad?” Her normal sharpness was softened a little, which was probably a sign in and of itself. She was spikey before anything else. She was scared.

“Tr-tried the door. Had to wait...couldn’t stay...stay up.” She giggled into his neck, lungs dry and voice cracking. “I’m sorry. It’s not your problem...didn’t know where else...”

[hungersfor]

exs-et-ohs‌:

 He’s definitely loved it when Nick was calling him that. That was one thing that he didn’t want to feel like an old man; but the nickname his boyfriend was using on him turned him on. Tim has reached lower to stroked the other’s torso and has pressed some kisses onto his upper arm. “Yeah, and I will do more than just your sunscreen.” He’s smirked at the other then has pushed himself up on the bed because he was pretty sure they wouldn’t go anywhere if he’d remain there, especially with the other’s moaning and stretching. “Come on let’s pack some stuff then and hit the road. If we leave now we’ll be there by noon.” Tim wondered how would his family react on his way younger boyfriend, but he was an adult now and past that point that such things would matter to him, and anyways he’s meant to spend most of the time down at the beach and not in his parents’ house. 

Nick was a little too soft and a little too stoned to care much right now who they might encounter. But it would matter later. He’d care later. One of Nick’s problems was his awful need to be liked. 

He peeled himself up from bed like a sleepy teenager, stretching one arm over his head, the other lazily scratching at his ribs. He shook his head as if to wake the lively mess of curls on his head, searching out beach appropriate clothing in the mess of clothes he liked to call the ‘floordrobe’. “Yes Sir, you got it. I’m on it. I got it.” He giggled sleepily, pulling on a shirt with only a few paint stains.

[memes-for-the-rper]

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

[x-brokencrowns]

“I love you too.” It mattered naught how upset the moment was, he would always say that back, it was too important. 

“I’m sorry too.” He squeezed her tighter. “I don’t know… sometimes I get too angry.”

[hungersfor]

Her head rested against his chest, and she took stock of how much comfort his warmth and muscles and even his smell was to her when she felt small. 

“I didn’t mean to mess with your private space. I wanted to make you happy. I’ll try a diff-different way next time, baby, okay?”

[x-brokencrowns]

It was only good for moments like this, where it was cute to see through him. Moments where he rather hide in his skin were becoming less and less as Nick knew him. Sometimes, he thought himself a snake shedding skin when his burns healed. Sometimes. 

“What an easy man you are.” He teased back, resting his head off his. Blue orbs looking back in his. “The best part.”

[hungersfor]

Nick loved looking into those intense eyes. He was so intense, a thunder storm or pure bright sunshine, or icy and black and full of pain. He found himself loving every part. Both arms curled around Clarke, getting closer to his body.

“You’re the best part, duh. Shut up and kiss me?” He didn’t give Clarke much time to reply, pressing soft eager lips against his.

[hungersfor]

exs-et-ohs‌:

 “God I love it about you, how vulgar you get.” He’s snorted and indeed meant it because it got so boring at the court and around his colleagues that everyone acted so official and posh, that it was truly refreshing to talk to Nick. Tim has kissed his boyfriend back and gently played with his curly dark locks. “But yeah, you can, and we’ll do whatever else you wanna do, so can we go then?”  

Nick leaned into the affectionate hand near his head, like a lazy cat, and almost purred at the sensation. When he opened his sleepy green eyes, they were full of sunshine. “Fuck yeah. Beach trip with my hot sugar daddy boyfriend!” 

He flopped over onto his side, stretching with indecent moans. “Will you do my sunscreen? I burn like a bitch.”

[hungersfor]

scinglives‌:

Sofia had been avoiding her friend for weeks now. Trying to keep to herself and working non stop, because she didn’t want to reveal her secret. 

She could hear his voice behind her as his car pulled up by her side. 

“It’ll hurt your feelings?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Well that’s called emotional blackmail.”

“I know what it’s called. I’m wondering more if you’re familiar with the term ‘relationship neglect’ and ‘self-isolation’?” He murmured in reply, face still twisted with worry. 

“C’mon...get in the car. Please? We’ll get coffee and a biscuit, or go to mine and paint some feelings out. Whatever you want. Just talk to me. Let me know why you’ve cut me out.”

[hungersfor]

addxcteddx‌:

“what you really don’t think i can take him?” he chuckled sipping from his coffee once more. he admired his lover’s face and reached out to stroke her cheek. “there’s a reason why you always end in my bed saff.”

Her jaw tightened with frustration, as she sank back down to sit beside him. She let him touch, couldn’t help but crave it. Although her eyes stayed on the floor. Maybe so he wouldn’t see her tears forming. 

“He’ll fire you, and I don’t know what the fuck he’ll do to me, handsome. What if he decides that’s final, fucking impregnates me with his demon spawn?” She sucked her teeth and shook her head. “I need things to be safe right now.”

[hungersfor]

wvtchy‌:

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                                           jackson knows he should change it up sometime, switch things around. but he’s a creature of habit that’s hard to break. he knows he’ll always crave the upper hand, the rush that comes with pinning wrists and owning control. but tonight, there’s a small part of him that wants to feel an ounce of pain. 

                  he reaches down, curling fingers in her hair, and yanks her up. “nobody else does.” he mumbles quietly, closing the gap between them in a hungry kiss, eager for touch. jackson steals a moment to feel her sides, running his fingertips up and down up and down. “can you do something for me?”

The kiss, the rough touches had her moaning like a kitten, pressing her body into his, loving his finger tips over every rib. Saffron nipped his lip as she pulled from the kiss, savouring how he tasted, always with the slightest tang of metal. 

Her arms curled around his neck, entrancing eyes on him. “What do you need, pretty boy? Tell me what that broken little black heart desires...”