#xhellxbound

[effypalmer-blog]

dare - pinch three males you find sexy, and tell them 'they're worth it'

I can’t do this, sorry.

[dmitri-nikolayevich]

dare - dance with scarlet for a few minutes, make sure you're brother is watching, and whisper in her ear 'alexi is not a fan of blondes'

@scarletxhaven 

The tall russian walked on over to the blonde that his brother had previously kissed, which looked almost to real from Dmitiri’s perspective. So held his hand out, and brought the blonde close to him, dancing with her for a few minutes. Looking back at Alexi, before then whispering in her ear “Alexi is not a fan of blondes.” and just like that his dare was up.

[lieutenant-castellanos-blog]

dare - kiss two girls you find attractive and then moon walk away.

He just sat there for a few minutes and looked around, scratching the back of his head. “Really? How am I gonna...” Now he was looking particularly confused. “But..uh..you see...it’s not girls I find attractive?”

[alexi-nikolayevich-archive-blog]

dare - to kiss scarlet.

@scarletxhaven

He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow sharply at the мальчик who, in his opinion, looked much like a крыса waiting for the scraps to fall from the table. He wasn’t going to give him a single клев. “Sure,” he shrugged calmly getting up to walk over to Scarlet. His сердце was beating double-time in his chest but he cup her cheeks in his hands. “Мой Золотой,” he said giving a small smile before pressing a light chaste kiss to her lips. It was probably the нежный thing he had ever done in his life, and he had done it to her. After what seemed an eternity but was only a few seconds, he broke away pressing one final kiss to her forehead, just quick enough to whisper, “Sorry. Thank you.” He returned to his seat, staring the мальчик directly in the eyes, daring him to say anything. 

[kyliexbrennan-blog]

dare - kiss all the females in the game.

Not counting herself, there are eighteen–no, nineteen–other females in the game, and her eyes glance over each of them, silently adding them up in her mind. She stands up, mulling it over in her head for a moment, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. What did she have to lose at this point, aside from the game? Which, for the record, she didn’t plan on losing anytime soon. With that thought in mind, she starts from the right and works her way around the circle. Effy, Tatum, Harper, Isabelle, Eden, Faith receive soft, chaste kisses. But as she continues, she purposely puts more effort into it. The kisses that Gwendolyn, Sloane, Clementine, Pandora, Scarlet, Skylar, and Kimberly receive are a bit deeper, single-lipped and gentle. By the time she gets to Dove, Kendra, Olivia, Piper, Noel, and Ingrid, she takes her sweet-ass time, and there’s a definite possibly that some of them might have included a brief tongue message. After she finishes, Kylie offers up a simple shrug and swipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

“I really want to win."

[ezrashelton-archive-blog]

Dare - i dare you to punch Theo in the face.

Despite what Ezra had gone through over the past day or so, there was no amount of anger in the entire world that could make him lash out at someone. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t become his father. And by doing something like this would only push him closer to that. “No. I can’t do that. That’s just downright mean.”

[deadarynn-blog]

“ don’t do that to me. ”

She stared at the mess of brushes a while longer, perceiving the scuff of his shoes against the cement flooring--closer, closer. He was there and he knew she was aware of that--she very well noticed the blisters he was burning into her back, and it took all her lasting will not to turn and drag him nearer like a line of powder waiting to be inhaled. But drugs were toxic and the girl knew she would fall back into her addiction, so instead she swiped as much as she could at the canvas; focusing what little concentration the girl had left to perfect the destroyed masterpiece she’d found just before his footsteps fell behind her. There was a particular reason she was so adamantly ignoring him, and that was…well, in actuality, there really wasn’t. But something about not seeing his attractive face for awhile put her at ease, and allowed her to do things she would never have enough peace to do. He was a god of calamity and Arynn was done watching his battles–only because she knew if she engulfed even further, she’d be his next opponent. And that was something the girl admittedly didn’t want to do, and it was what destroyed her–she was growing attached. 

But Arynn would never predict the way he would say such a thing like that: those five simple words he breathed out that made her feel as if her avoidance was tearing him apart, limb by limb; whisper by whisper. He said it with so much frustration and angst that even Arynn’s eyes widened a fraction of a lash, so ensnared with the tone of his pleading voice. It was like the way sheer way of gazing at him that stabbed him tenfold, as if he actually minded if she was even looking or not. And that ignited a sense of fear inside the girl–after all, what if everything she perceived to be true was just some sort of twisted play on the clocks of her heart, a deceiving abstract charm? Perhaps that was exactly what this was–a hypnosis that lulled her closer to him, only to have the silver chain s h a t t e r and witness her soul stabbed like a fucking body beneath shards of glass. “Go away,” she muttered, digging into the unfortunate fabric with the edge of the palette knife. “Fucking leave,” she uttered in a whisper. She didn’t want to see his face–no, she didn’t want to see him because she knew if she did, she would suffer ten thousand deaths.

[deadarynn-blog]

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

She couldn’t get his touch out of her head; his whispers of sweet nothingness, his caress as their limbs intertwined into one breathing, heated, sultry entanglement. The recountance of his satin fingers sweeping over sweat-stained skin made her shoulders tinge pink; watching him and his bare and beautiful glory forced her to drape her hair over her view, veiling her from his intense gaze and everything that followed with it. For once in her life, Arynn was shy. And, with him, she wasn’t even certain why she felt a different way, as if the beatings convulsing in her chest were some other form of distorted love. They hadn’t done anything that enforced permanent attachment to the other--rather, it was simply a night of kisses and dreams, but in the darkness of the room Arynn was feeling every single flutter, even if they had not done so. She wondered if this would’ve made a difference; if they’d just go on, maiming and striking one another like nothing had ever happened before, or if the two would pass each other with flitting glances and blushed fingers. There was something deep, so buried inside her that dearly wished for the latter; but in her knowledge and reformed grace Arynn decided the former would be better--not only for the sake of her feelings raging within, but the sheer amount of tension already pooling between the two. 

So the girl opened her eyes, staring right into him through her thinly masked glare of utter annoyance. It was some sort of silent rivalry, a battle of which would succumb and string their fate to the other’s. But Arynn wanted to be a champion. So she gathered her discarded shirt and ran fidgeting fingers through the locks she dared to call hair--the hair in which he tangled himself in. “Should I have waited for you to leave first?” she mumbled, padding with bare feet to the door that led to freedom. “Because maybe I would’ve wanted to stay here longer with you.”