#bambiwrites

[bigdumbbambieyes]

giggling at the idea of Felix getting so spooked by Venetia’s ghost stories that in the middle of the night he’s crossing the bathroom to knock at Oliver’s bedroom door, opening it anyway when there’s no response, and seeing his best friend sleeping soundly like a freak

he sneaks over to the bed and slips under the covers, waking Ollie with a small start, his tongue slow from sleep as he slurs, “Wha…?”

“Too scared to sleep alone, mate,” Felix grins with guilt and shame, cuddling up to Ollie’s warm body, “That okay?”

Half asleep, Ollie nods and wraps his arm around Felix, pulls him close with a sleepy sigh, muttering, “No more scary stories…”

Felix nods and finally closes his eyes, relieved and at ease now, surrounded by Ollie’s familiar warmth and scent.

Maybe he wakes up being spooned by Ollie, maybe he doesn’t.

(He does).

#cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #the WORST brainrot for them #bambiwrites #kinda #it’s short and barely a ficlet jfbfjf #i just love how scared felix is of ghosts

[silentmusingsofaninvisiblea-blog]

American Honey & Patron

Your words dripped like whiskey from your lips,

As thick as the atmosphere you carry around,

making it harder and harder for me to breathe.

My head spinning

Around,

And around.

Until we crashed into space, or each other I’m not completely sure.

Yet,

The head rush was worth the hangover.

My words burned like tequila in the back of my throat,

The sweetness masking the harsh truths.

Under appreciated.

Screaming,

Begging you to listen,

To understand what I was trying to say.

Ignored, masked by your chaser.

Was I worth the hangover?  

#poetry #bambiwrites #musings

[bigdumbbambieyes]

nsfw

Oliver finds his mind drifting during one of his lectures, to last night in Felix’s dorm, where his best friend had crawled over him to kiss him and covered his body with his own, pressing his weight down onto Ollie, who had grunted softly into his mouth in response.

“Too heavy?” Felix had breathed, pressing a little ‘smack’ of a kiss to Oliver’s cheek.

And despite the air rushing out of his lungs, Oliver had said a soft ‘no’ and directed Felix’s mouth back to his, licking into it with a soft moan.

Felix is always eager in bed, no matter what they do, and it’s cute. He’s messy with prepping Ollie, using just a bit too much lube or going so fast that Oliver hisses from between his teeth and tells him to slow down.

As if Felix has never fingered someone else before, a clumsy virgin ready to pop.

Sliding home into Oliver, Felix moans too loud and kisses at Oliver’s chin when he tilts his head back, feeling how his best friend stretches and fills him exactly how he wants it — how he needs it.

Oliver has to close his eyes, really savour the push and pull of Felix inside him, so wet from so much lube, so filthy with how it sounds when their skin slaps together that it makes Ollie hot all over.

He feels a little bite on his chin and jaw, Felix moaning into his skin as he ruts his hips, so uncoordinated as he whimpers, “So tight, Ollie, fuck—”

The praise is too good, too much. It’s barely praise at all but Oliver’s so desperate for it, for Felix’s approval and love, that he takes it as if it is.

It’s enough for him to claw at Felix’s back and gasp, “Felix!” as he cums untouched—

“Mr. Quick!”

Blinking back to the present, Ollie sits up in his seat and presses his thighs together, feeling his face warm as he stutters out an answer to the professor’s question.

#cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn #my first smut for them omg #lemon #it’s not even a full ficlet im sorry 😩 #bambiwrites

[silentmusingsofaninvisiblea-blog]

sticks & stones

They said sticks and stones could break my bones,

and words would never hurt me.

But.

I have taken more lumps,

and bruises,

and scars.

From words hurled straight towards me.

Every time I take paper to pen,

Wait,

pen to paper, I mean.

My darkest dreams come true,

Even the wild ones too.

In these dreams,

these carefully worded stories,

these delicately crafted fantasies,

I find myself.

i kill myself.

And from my rotting corpse I find

something new growing

a goddess born from fire and ash

someone i find worth knowing.

So

sticks and stones can burn in hell,

i am alive, and armed with words and wit,

with both I'll do quite well.

#poetry #bambiwrites

[yourswithafflictions]

You smell like cigarettes and coffee. Like everything I've ever wanted and nothing I could ever live without. The fragrance of you has left me without a clue as to how I got here, so mesmerizing and pure that not even wine fermented in the deep cellars of France could compare. You smell like the crisp air of winter at four in the morning. Harsh, with a familiar kind of sting while you enter through my nostrils and dance down my throat. Awake and alive with the dust still on my eyelids. But you already know you're worth staying awake for.

#bambiwrites #lame

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Eddie pulls the bottom of his shirt up with one hand and pushes the waist of his jeans down with the other, grinning as he shows his boyfriend the new ink pushed into his skin.

It’s just beside his hipbone, a simple cursive ‘J’ with a little black heart at the bottom.

Jason goes as white as a ghost as he stares at it with wide eyes, whispering, “You didn’t.”

Eddie’s grin only widens with a nod, “I did.”

He expects Jason to yell at him, tell him to remove it, or to try and wipe it off, as if Eddie had done it as a joke, but he doesn’t do any of that.

Instead, his cheeks turn pink and his breathing deepens as he steps closer, timid in his movements as he stops in front of Eddie and hesitantly reaches for him, his thumb landing next to the tattoo on Eddie’s sharp hipbone, rubbing a small circle into it as he admires the new ink.

The simple, delicate touch is a stab of arousal to his gut, the feeling spreading as Jason finally lifts his gaze to fix Eddie with half-lidded stare, desire clear there.

It makes Eddie swallow thickly, licking his lips as he mutters around a dry mouth, “You like it?”

He doesn’t get an answer, but he is pulled into their bedroom, where Jason shows him just how much he likes it.

#munver #tigerfreak #eddie munson #jason carver #pspsps munver babes food here pspsps #bambiwrites

[bigdumbbambieyes]

i think i’m in my smut era again bc here’s another nsfw

just thinking about Jason getting fucked so good by Eddie

so good that his eyes roll back a bit and he can’t control the sounds that pour out of his mouth because Eddie’s got two fingers hooked into his mouth, pressing down the tip of his tongue and he’s whispering filthy things into his red-tipped ear

good boy, take it, i know you love it

and it’s kinda torturous because his dick is pressed against the mattress under him, Eddie on top of him, the front of him pressed to Jason’s back, making sure the blond feels everything

pulling on his short hair and biting his neck, sucking a bruise into it

Jason’s joked about Eddie being a vampire but now he’s not so sure it’s only a joke

either way he cums all over his sheets for the third time that week and it’s only monday

#munver #tigerfreak #eddie munson #jason carver #lemon #sue me im writing filth!!! #bambiwrites

[bigdumbbambieyes]

no thoughts just steve and billy fucking disgusting romantic in missionary because steve can’t go without a kiss for one fucking second and billy needs to be as close as he can as he ruts his hips into his boyfriend’s and it’s slow and it’s fast and it’s messy from too much lube from hurried prep but it’s exactly what they want and need and have been craving all day

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemon #ooooo smut from me?? #it’s been ages #even tho it’s not full fledged smut kfnfkf #bambiwrites

[bigdumbbambieyes]

“What the fuck is this?”

Steve glances back over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, spotting Billy halfway into the bed with the blanket pulled back, revealed his very old and very matted childhood stuffed Garfield plushie.

He feels his face heat in embarrassment, but he shuts his drawer in favour of going over to the bed and swiping Garfield up from the bed and into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he tells Billy with a small pout, “It’s my Garf.”

“Your Garf?” Billy lifts both of his brows, his eyes shining with mirth and his lips are twitching to hold back a smile.

Or worse, maybe a laugh.

Which makes Steve feel worse because goddammit, he forgot to hide Garfield away in his closet before Billy came over. He was usually better about it, but the new shiner under Billy’s eye had distracted him the entire drive here.

This thing between them was still new, still kinda fragile, because Billy’s just started sleeping over instead of rushing to put his pants back on after they fuck and running away like a bat out of hell.

And now Billy’s gone and seen Garf and Steve kinda wants to die.

“You sleep with a stuffed Garfield, pretty boy?” Billy taunts him quietly, that amusement still in his face.

He has since he was a kid, when he picked him off the shelf in a store he can’t remember during one of the dozens of vacations they’ve taken and showed it to his mother, who had nodded in approval.

He’s slept with Garf every night since he was six, when his parents were gone and his babysitter was in the guest room. Or when his parents would leave him alone, in this big house, for a weekend or more.

Or even when his parents were home and he still felt alone.

He finds himself rubbing Garfield’s ear, soothing himself as he stares at Billy and nods quietly.

And Billy probably sees his embarrassment now, in his big brown eyes, because the teasing look is gone and Billy’s kneeling on the bed now, shuffling over to the other side where Steve’s standing, and looking down at the weathered Garfield in his arms.

Billy flicks his gaze up again, meeting Steve’s eyes, and mutters, “I have my baby blanket under my pillow at home. It’s fucking scraps now, but I still have it.”

When I need it, goes unsaid, but it makes Steve smile a little.

“Can I see him?” Billy asks softly, probably the softest Steve’s ever heard him.

It’s enough to make him pass Garfield over to Billy, who looks him over quietly. Petting his ears and face, thumbing over his eyes and smile.

“I know it’s stupid,” Steve mumbles.

Billy smirks softly, probably thinking ‘yeah, it is’, but he doesn’t say it, instead he hands Garfield back and mumbles, “Whatever gives you comfort.”

Steve nods and watches Billy slip under the covers, making him comfortable, and he turns to put Garfield away in his spot in the closet when Billy asks, “He’s not sleeping with us?”

It makes Steve pause, caught a little off guard at the question, but he turns on his heel and sees Billy laying there against the pillows, his hands behind his head and quirking a brow.

Steve licks his lips, a nervous habit, and shrugs. He asks, “Is that okay?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t.”

Steve smiles, a small thing on his face, but Billy mirrors it and reaches over to pull back the blanket on Steve’s side of the bed.

-

In the morning, Steve wakes up to the sight of Billy holding a stolen Garfield to his chest, sound asleep.

The sight fills his chest with something warm, something affectionate, something hopeful.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #i saw the ‘to be loved is to be changed’ meme #and knew i had to do it #also love the idea of billy having literal scraps of his baby blanket #bambiwrites