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whoa bryce nice place you got here too bad you're a piece of shit
BRYCE LIVES barely
that guy with lux isn't harry btw everyone keeps reblogging it i thought i'd let everyone know or maybe you guys did know idk hi
nuunquam:
Never had Eve been in a relationship, or really, anyone in general, where he had a difference between sex, and fucking. Fucking in general was something he didn’t do. The term meant something far different. But oh, just think of last time he and Bryce had sex. No, that was not when he’d call sex. That was one fucking good fuck. This, though. This was sex. This would be deep, and meaningful, and he was going to put everything he had into it because that’s what you did when you are so into someone. Sex becomes that much greater. He was a bit excited to find out what fucking would be like now. As Bryce fumbled to take both of their clothes off, Eve just went along, ginning like a dumb child. He didn’t think Bryce would actually be so nervous, or anxious about something like this. He seemed so confident. It made Eve proud that he had this effect on someone who did that to him nearly every time. With a light chuckle, he pulled from their sweet kiss, and pressed lightly on his shoulders so he fell back on the bed, Eve not far behind as he made his way over him. With another sweet kiss, his thighs were pressing into Bryce’s hips, hovering over him with a grin, “I’m not kidding, you know. I might have tried to get off a couple times but it never worked.” And another sweet kiss, “You fucked me up, you little shit.” His hands traveled up Bryce’s chest, the pads of his fingers pressing into his collar. Something about his collar. Something he loved. He was going to go slow. He wanted it to last. He wanted Bryce to memorize what it looked, felt, sounded like to have sex with Eve; to have sex with Eve when he was trying to communicate his adoration through intimacy. To study him like a textbook. Get lost in pleasure and let him take over for once. His lips were traveling over his jaw, nipping at the skin where jaw and neck met, already beginning to roll his hips slowly against Bryce’s. He would make it last, but he wouldn’t stall.
Bryce has only been in one real relationship -- at least, he thought it was real. He never found himself ever opening up about Ramona but he did today, he never said her name because the saying, hearing, and seeing her name made him sick. But he did, and in a way it made him feel better about what happened. Not that he ever really understood it all. He pushed through thoughts from his mind, trying to focus on Eve. Eve, Eve, Eve. His lips were soft and the way he spoke to him between kisses made it so much better, it made him shiver and actually become nervous. Bryce won't admit it but he has horrible anxiety, but he never shows a trace of being nervous -- or anxious, or jittery, but right now he was nervous and you could tell by the way the tips of his fingers were shaking as he gripped Eve's shoulders, pulling their bodies closer. If that were even possible, he felt like he was glued to him at this point. Hues of blue rolled at his statement, a small scoff pushing past petals of now bright red, swollen from kissing. "That's what I'm here for, don't you know. To fuck shit up." He laughed out, his small laugh turning into a tiny gasp of pleasure at the feeling of Eve's lips over his jaw and neck. He wasn't usually this sensitive, or maybe he was and he was just way to used to being the dominant one in every scenario he's found himself in. The grip Bryce had to his shoulders soon moved to his back, the pads of his fingers pressing into the curve of his spine beginning to trace down. Since when was he so long and toned and -- wow, he was good looking. Bryce felt like he was seeing the world for the first time and he's been missing out. "Eve.." He found himself whimpering out, his hips bucking up into his slowly, his head tilting back to give him more access to his neck because it felt too damn good. Especially the way his name seemed to roll off his tongue, those stupid three letters. They felt so nice.
ah yes my father is living with us now you know what that means it means stuffing my face until i gain weight because i'm too skinny haha yeah
I'M THRUSTING AND FARTING AND PUKING
I'M THRARTUKING
headcanon six.
Bryce has a habit of sitting like this a lot -- and that expression, he's almost always giving that expression all the time because he's constantly being a hater and judging. Asshole.
nuunquam:
He’s lost the ability to word by now. The pause of Bryce not saying a word was just like a knife pressing into his skin, just about to plunge into his skin. But it never did. No, when Bryce’s lips pressed gently against his own, a sigh of relief fell past him, and he leaned into the smaller body, letting his thumb trail across his cheek bones. When he had pulled away, he sighed, only to laugh by his latter comment, “In an alley, don’t forget that. And I have to say, you made quite the impression,” He chuckled lowly, brushing his fingers through the feathery hair. They got to be what Eve had dreamed of now. Now, they could be cute, along with hot and sexy and steamy or whatever. Now, Eve could be romantic all he wanted without it being weird. He was so ready for this, “Can we go have loving, passionate sex now? I wasn’t kidding, since you’ve been gone I didn’t even touch myself.” He looked seriously at Bryce, blinking and waiting for his answer.
He's made him giggle and right then he realizes he's in deep. "That sounds so fucking slutty now that I think about it fully. Why didn't you tell me I was probably the biggest slut you've ever met." Bryce seemed to smile through his whole sentence, his eyes locked on hues of emerald, finding it hard to look away because the longer he looked at Eve's eyes he noticed colors and shapes inside his optics that he's never seen before. Memorized was an understatement. "Not even once? That's a sack of lies." With that he took Eve by his hand, laughing a little as he jogged them into his bedroom. He missed the smell in there, he missed the way it felt. Even though the last time he was in there he had Eve sweating and panting against the mattress and Bryce was telling him he was a sinner. Great memories, really. Bryce's fingers started taking off their clothes, getting stuck in his pants for a second and he couldn't help but laugh because holy shit, what was he doing. Finally his hands were moved back around Eve's shoulders, already breathless from just shakily stripping them from his clothes. When they kissed the whole scene flipped, his eyes were heavy lidded and the feeling of Eve's breath against his lips made his whole body tremble. "Take me." Bryce breathed out against his lips, kissing him slowly between the two words.
wiltedperspective:
It doesn’t matter how much it hurts, because the point is it shouldn’t hurt at all. He shouldn’t feel anything about Bryce’s disappearances and his reappearances. He shouldn’t care and that’s what angers him so much about it all. For the first time, in a long time there’s somebody on the planet that he cares about, someone he worries about and that doesn’t sit well with him at all. He needed to stop that, build the walls back up that had slowly been breaking down whilst being in the other male’s presence. It was never meant to turn out like this, and he was sure Bryce didn’t care about leaving, and possibly never seeing him again so why did the concept affect him so much? He pushes his lips together, a sigh enrolling from his lips as he pulls back, hazel hues then met with the pavement. ”Takes a little more than some small talk, and faux feelings once in a blue moon to get a real smile out of me.”
There was some sudden strike of anger. A somewhat smile formed into a frown of some sorts -- an almost angry scowl, you could say. The word faux started to float through his mind and his eyebrows furrowed like no other. Nothing was ever fake, or artificial. The way Kian said it made chills of agitation to run up his spine and down his arms. What does he say. He wasn't going to allow himself to fall under the trap of words Kian might say because he knew he's got a long string tethered to him, tied around his heart with a tight knot, and he wasn't going anywhere. Bryce just didn't like feeling restricted, to be pulled away from the world when there was so much he hasn't done yet. Maybe he just needed a way to take out this desire, to take out this sudden anger.
"Faux feelings? How dare you even say that, what does that even mean? Don't dub what we say as some artificial, fake shit and our words as small talk because I --- I left, I know that, alright?"
so basically eve will be bryce's mainverse and whoever else he fucked over and also fucked will be in a separate one because he's knee deep in his own shit
8/5, rio de janeiro
insouciantmentality:
”How generous of you,” He said before taking the last pretzel and eating it.
"Always. So --- how's life?" His brain is about to fall out his ass, really.
8/05/2014