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He's doing and saying all of the right things up until he mentions her. The mystery woman who was responsible for his absence. "Hold up, you kept me waiting all that time just for a blowjob?!" Lacey asks, as soon as they step foot into the Chinese restaurant. It's a good thing she's a regular; the Zhou family saw her more frequently than her own family and always greeted her with a warm welcome. "This is my fuckboy --- I mean friend, Howie." She introduces him to Lana, the girl at reception who knew her order by heart. After collecting her food, Lacey grills him on the way back to his frat. "Who even is she, anyway? Did you guys actually fuck?" God, she sounded bitter. Not cute, Lace. Her internal monologue begs her to shut up, but she continues. "I just don't think it's fair that I'm newly single and you have so many hot frat bros, one of whom might also be in need of a blowjob." Did she say it purely for his reaction? Maybe. She was hurt and jealous as hell of a stranger, one who got to experience her best friend naked. "All I'm saying is, a girl has needs too. I deserve dirty, shallow, walk-of-shame rebound sex."

Howie feels ridiculous for feeling jealous at Lacey's jealousy. Deep down he knew he wanted to be her 'Brad,' but he also knew right after a break up would be the worst time to even suggest such a thing. So, he'd swallow his feelings for a little longer and hope that maybe one day the timing would be right for them. Howie can't help but chuckle as she requests which way to be held and it was just another example of him being putty in her hands. "Yeah, I know what you like. You've spent enough of tonight mad at me. I gotta start working on winning those points back." A gentle sigh escapes his lips as she melts into him, "It's no problem. I already texted the guys that my room is off limits, and if anybody even things about bothering you I'll make their lives hell for the rest of the semester." Something that was far from an empty thread from Howie when it came to Lacey. "I'm sorry about the abandonment issues. In my defense with any of my other friends, a blow job is a perfectly valid excuse for being late," he teases, making his way into the Chinese restaurant to pick up their order.

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@dcgtown / peyton & dallas.

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They say old habits die screaming and he can hardly deny that, standing in the hallway, laughing with her mom and her auntie, acting as though nothing in their lives had changed. On the occasion they were both free at the weekends, Marco loved attending Sunday dinners with his ex, bringing her mom flowers, watching the football game with her dad and Dan. More than anything else, he missed being part of something that felt so much like home to him. "It's true." He nods, "When Mischa asks, Micha receives." He grins, placing a gentle peck against her cheek.

His lips tingle against the sensation of her skin, soft and supple beneath his lips, a feeling that he still so desperately craves. He catches her eye, losing himself momentarily, before she tries to deny his help. Gwen's interjection brings him back to reality and he removes his gaze, snapping himself out of the trance that Mischa so easily has the ability to put him in. "Kitchen it is, ma'am." Marco salutes her auntie, before following his ex's lead, helping her carry the rest of the groceries. "I'm sorry if that caught you off guard out there." He apologises for the kiss, mainly out of the respect her has for her, but also because he wants this night to go well for her.

"I'm the best sous chef you've ever had and you know it, Bello." Marco answers with a smirk, dipping his head so that she can put the apron around his neck with ease. The close proximity they continue to find themselves in is slowly killing him, especially when the last time they were in aprons together, he recalls there being a lot less clothes involved. Chuckling at her Gordon Ramsey comment, he begins to prep the salad as instructed, washing the veggies before he starts to chop. Almost on queue, Disco Inferno starts playing from Aunt Gwen's radio after Mischa's grease fire comment. "How's that for divine timing? The Culinary Gods are testing you."

Marco sings along to the infamous burn baby burn line, playfully hip-bumping his ex as he cuts the vegetables. "You remember my old buddy Howie, right?" He asks, stealing a piece of red pepper and tossing it into his mouth. "He's getting married next month." In their hometown nonetheless, at the church he hoped he and Mischa might marry in someday too. "I was wondering if, uh... if you might consider being my plus one?" It feels like a huge ask, even though he's here tonight to do the very same thing for her. "There's zero pressure, I'd just rather avoid being the single guy at my best friend's wedding. I'm also not ready to be set-up with someone's cousin or a friend of a friend. I wanna dodge that completely so will you think about it?"

The sight of the bouquet of roses brings her back to a simpler time. A better time before she had to go and ruin everything. Mischel was incredibly smitten with Marco from the beginning, so seeing how quickly her family had taken to him made her fall that much faster back then. "Very funny," Mischel drawls with a playful roll of her eyes. Truthfully she can't argue with the assertion without unraveling about how much she did feel for him. It was far easier to joke about the contrary.

"That's just selfish, Mischa. Waiting until I retire to make sweet Marco your official taste tester," Ede teases her daughter. The truth hurt because in reality Marco was there less than ever and that was a tough enough pill to swallow in itself. "Don't let him fool you though. He's a very willing participant. The Stockholm syndrome is strong," she teases as her mother playfully waves her off as she clings to her Aunt Gwen's side. Her mother's eldest sister had always been a calming presence in her life, just like her youngest brother was a source of great fun.

"Your secret is safe with me," Gwen winks in his direction as she takes the baked goods from Marco. Mischel is quick to try to intercept Marco's offer, "No that's fine you can just--" Gwen is quick to wave her off, "Please help MIscha in the kitchen. Ede and I deserve a break and we all know how helpful her father and Antonio are going to be," she teases. "Danny took them to the corner store, so you better get in there before they're back and start making a mess."

Knowing better than to argue with her Aunt Gwen she just nods and leads Marco towards the kitchen. "You sure you can still handle being my sous chef?" She says looking over to him, as she moves to the pantry on instinct to pull out a couple of aprons. She places one over his head with a grin, "If I turn into Gordon Ramsey you're allowed to tell me to shut up," she laughs. "Wanna start prepping for the salad?" She places a bag of veggies onto the counter top. "I'm attempting my papa's fried fish recipe. So fingers crossed it doesn't end in a grease fire."

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"Right? I've never had a threesome. I'm also, like... I don't know... not super into the idea of sharing." Kylie admits, grateful that she has Graham to confide in with this stuff. "It doesn't matter if it's guys or girls, if I'm into someone, I don't wanna share them." The guy called her a prude for declining his offer, something she knew she wasn't; the cheerleader was very sexually active, she just had her own boundaries, especially with men. After making a quick change, she heads up to the roof with Graham, guiding him over toward her strawberries. "They're teeny tiny and still green in colour right now, but they're growing at least." She grins, lifting up one of the smaller pots to show him. "Okay great, I'll have my people call your people." She teases, before leaning down to reach the hiding spot of where she keeps her pre-rolled joints. "What's going on with you, anyway? How come you're not getting any action?" Her friend was a good looking guy, so it was a valid question, one she never shied away from asking. Handing him the spliff, she pats herself down to find her lighter. "Shit, I might've left it downstairs. Do you have a light?"

"What a prick," Graham says with a huff of a laugh. It was just all too predictable and honestly it pissed him off Kylie had to deal with guys like that. He knew she could handle herself just fine, but it was still a waste of her time and energy. "Of course he asked for a threesome. What a fucking cliche. I don't blame you for focusing on ladies after that," he shrugs. There was nobody else in his life he could talk so freely with, being around Kylie felt like he could just exist without all of his protective walls up. He wasn't in survival mode with her, he could actually breathe. As they make their way into her apartment, Graham is already heading to the fridge when she mentions the beers, feeling comfortable enough to grab them himself. "I already got us covered," he hollers out as Kylie gets herself situated. "That's awesome, Ky. I can't wait to see 'em," he beams at the mention of her passion project. "I got a couple days off this week. Lets make it happen. You know I'll do just about anything for free food," he teases as they make their way up to the rooftop. "I got you covered there. I'll be your muscle any day."

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

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📷 Noah Centineo by Sam Ramirez

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muse: amelia santos, 23yo, veterinarian student. open to: m / 21+ ( if potential romantic connection ) , f / nb. plot: based on ♡  ( maybe they also have some sexual history? )

this wasn't exactly her idea of a fun weekend, but with the majority rule amongst her friend group favouring the cabin trip, mia had two options: go and brave it out for a couple of nights, or stay at home and miss out. perched by a large freshwater lake, they're residing in the forest, at the edge of some godforsaken small town in what feels like the middle of nowhere. needless to say, she finds zero comfort in her surroundings. it's nearing midnight and she's struggling to sleep after researching an old news story about three local girls who went missing in these exact woods almost twenty years ago to the day. deciding to get some air, mia steps out of the cabin and tries not to think about the fate of the young women. to her surprise, she's met with a familiar silhouette, the one friend she'd rather avoid, standing under the moonlight. "i didn't know anyone else was still awake." a pause, before curiosity gets the better of her. "can't sleep?"

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her boyfriend's insecurity, albeit unfair to willow, wasn't exactly unwarranted. seth was an alpha male; physically, he was a lot stronger than jason, more emotionally mature, intellectually superior, too. the guy had every reason to worry about seth stealing his girl. "sorry will, but maybe it's for the best." he offers, opening up his gym bag to pull out his protein shake. truth is, he wasn't sorry at all. she deserved a hell of a lot better and if he didn't respect her so much, he would've knocked jason clean out in front of her. watching his friend fall onto the couch, he eyes her closely for a second, before saying something he might regret. "you're too good for that asshole. he knew it, i knew it, that's why he thought we were fuckin' all this time. maybe we should've been."

it's the same stupid fight as always, that same argument that jabs somewhere under her ribs and drags anger up from somewhere deep in her bones, that feeling of being questioned, that feeling of being called wrong or bad, but she hasn't done anything wrong. as seth appears, just as jason storms out, she can't help but feel like she's tired of fighting the losing battle, and sits down a little too heavy on the couch, fight drained out of her with the slam of the door. "we broke up." she says it so simply, like she's sharing some benign update about work. "we had that fight about you again, and i told him that you were a permanent fixture he could either get used to or he could kick rocks. guess which one he picked?"

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MAIA REFICCO in Pretty Little Liars: Summer School "Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Sixteen"

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She's lost in a sea of whimpers and kisses, his breath hot in her mouth when he tells her he needs it. The feeling is so ridiculously mutual, no matter if it's considered poor practice or viewed as unethical. How could she possibly deny what was right in front of her? Peyton is dizzy with lust and if it wasn't for the fact that he was holding her up, she knows she'd be weak in the knees. "I need you." She confesses, returning every single kiss with just as much intensity, her tongue tracing the outline of his lower lip until she slides it into his mouth.

On the bed, she continues her fervid exploration of Dallas' body, nipping and kissing her way across every inch of his exposed skin. She can feel his pulse race wildly, matching the rhythm of her own, two hearts in sync. "I want you to fuck me exactly like my dirty secret should, give me everything." Peyton pleads, desperately wanting to take his cock into her mouth when she feels him harden beneath her touch. They're moving quickly however, fingers and lips caressing and discovering new parts of each other. God, his hands on her feel perfect, her nipples erect to his touch, craving every ounce of his attention.

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have a lot of time to date." The blonde answers with a flirtatious chuckle, spreading her legs a little wider for him when his hand dips down between her thighs. "My ex was the last to eat me out, but it's not everyday a six foot five, gorgeous, brunette hockey player shows up in my emergency room." Peyton continues, biting down on her lip when his fingers find her glistening folds. She shivers with pleasure against the movements of his hand, returning his kisses, each one slow and sensual, as their lips meet and part. "I've gotten myself off to the thought of you eating me out so fucking much, of riding your face until I cum."

The anticipation is almost torturous, but when Dallas slips his finger inside of her, her body responds right away. She clings tight around him, inner muscles expanding to allow him to delve deeper, the sensation making her moan against his lips. "I s-said it f-for you..." Peyton reveals, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing from below, stretching to accommodate him. She didn't want to stint Dallas' progress with his physiotherapist, not when he was doing so well. "As your surgeon, I wouldn't recommend doing anything too strenuous, but as the girl you're in bed with, I want you to do whatever feels good for you." His pleasure was equally as important to her, especially while he was still healing and in her care. "Is this how you want me, baby?" She purrs, her own fingertips rising to tweak and tease her nipples while his finger stays buried deep inside.

The question catches him off guard. Want this? He's been aching to get her alone like this since the moment they exchanged phone numbers. "-- need this," Dallas utters against her lips, his words practically muffled by the hungry kiss that followed. He wastes no time following Peyton's directions towards her bedroom. Dallas is certain there would be time for a proper tour later, but right now there was only one spot he was interested in seeing.

Dallas nods at her request, eager to do anything she asked. He fully intended on taking his time with her. He could do slow. "Anything you want. I'll fuck you however you want me to." His words hardly have time to hang in the air before he's on top of her, with her lips and tongue exploring his bare chest. Dallas is certain Peyton can feel his heart racing frantically beneath her lips. His fingers thread through her soft hair as she kisses his neck, it dawns on him her lips are near where she operated on him. It felt like she has been healing him in more ways than one.

"Fuck," Dallas breathes as her hand slips beneath his boxers, his cock stiffening in her hand. As they lay next to each other, their clothes strewn around the room, his hands explore her body. HIs palm travel from her hip towards her breasts, trying to take in each inch of bare skin with both his hands and eyes. He makes note of the condoms, knowing they'd be easier to get to than the one in the back pocket of his jeans that got kicked towards the other side of the room.

It's Peyton's words that follow that cause his brows to furrow in surprise. "Wait, seriously?" His words are drenched in utter disbelief. "Nobody's even like eaten you out since then?" He asked curiously, his hand that were palming her breast just a moment ago, now sliding up her thigh. Dallas kisses her slow as her fingers slip through her slick folds, taking his time to explore her body and figure out what made her feel the best. It's then he remembers her request, "When you asked me to go slow... was that for me or for you?" He asks with a smirk, capturing her lips in a kiss as he slowly pushes inside with with a single digit, groaning at how wet she was for him already.

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Both Vivian's statements were accurate. The pool was a specific requirement when Archie was choosing accommodation for them to stay in and he did like to see her wet, in several different contexts. It made him smirk, how well she knew him, how she could read him like an open book. As soon as he had her schedule, the man wasted no time planning and paying for their Italian getaway. It was their first trip entirely alone, without family or friends, an escape just for the two of them. "I also like to make you wet." He added with a grin, squeezing the flesh of her thighs beneath the water. During the night, he could sense her discomfort, the unease that crept in and kept her awake. What it was about, he didn't ask, but he made sure to hold her so that she knew she was safe. It was new for them, the process of being with each other like this, in an intimate setting that extended beyond just the one night. "I'll gladly agree to that." He nods, cock twitching in his swim trunks at the mere thought of Vivian wearing nothing for the rest of their trip. It fuels his current need for her even more, fingertips beginning to loosen the knot of her bikini strap, as he returns her kiss. She tastes sweet, like prosecco and honey, delicious and tangy and it makes him crave more. He glances quickly to the camera, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple, before he slowly pulls the bikini away from her. "Fuck babe," It's a sight he never tires of and without holding himself back from her, he lowers himself to her breasts, her words urging him to do what he does best. I want you to make me forget there's a camera. It's not a difficult task for Archie, not when their bodies speak the same language and dance to the same rhythm. "Just like this?" He asks, tongue flicking out to tease across her nipple, before he sucks it between his lips. Carefully keeping her afloat, his mouth moves to her other breast, applying the same treatment to her nipple, licking and sucking the sensitive, rosy bud.

"Something tells me that the pool was a requirement when you booked the trip. You like to see me wet so much," Vivian said teasingly. It was hard to believe they were really here, on a trip on their own. The woman had been surprised by how quickly Archie had planned all this, how dedicated he had been to making it happen. He wasn't the first man who wanted to take her on a luxury getaway but this was Archie. Doing this meant something and she wouldn't be here if it wasn't the same for her. It had taken her a while to sleep soundly the night before, Viv often waking up only to see if the man was still there. They had rarely done this before, a night together without sneaking away, walking doing a walk of shame in the morning. Vivian was so used of waking up with him gone, or to be the one getting out without saying a word that it had taken a while for her body to stop expecting that he would leave. There was a certain nervousness in her as Archie mentioned the camera recording. She had agreed to it but now that it was there, it felt different. It wasn't the first time she was filmed in a sex scene but it would be the first time that it wasn't just a well executed act that was choreographed. It would be real and so intimate. "I don't mind at all." Archie was eager to get her naked, just as she was to get him naked. Her hips moved on top of him. "I think swimsuits should be optimal for the rest of the trip." Even if she had brought her best suits, there would be other occasions for Archie to see her in them. "I want you to make me forget that there's a camera," she said as she leaned in to kiss him. Vivian lost all sense of herself when they had sex, always giving herself entirely to Archie, as if it was the last time. "You're the only one who can do that." And it was true, there was never a moment when she forgot where the camera was, what her angles should be, where her marks were. But she wanted Archie to make her forget about it because if anyone could do it, it was him.

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♡ EMILIO SAKRAYA via instagram ( emilio_sakraya_ )

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Life as a surgical intern meant that Peyton rarely got any time off. Packing for Benji's sister's wedding was the last thing on her mind after an eighty hour work week. Her routine as of late was simple; work, sleep, eat, shower, have-sex-with-Benji, repeat. Vacation time was a rarity for the doctor and considering she would be celebrating with her closest friends, she knew she should have been way more organised. Luckily for Peyton, she wasn't part of the bridal party, all she had to do was show up on Benji's arm and let the rest fall into place. The drive to Nantucket was somewhat therapeutic, with just the radio and the open road to keep her company. All she wanted to do was arrive safe and crawl into bed with her best friend, to wrap herself in his embrace and listen to the beat of his heart. In the two days that had passed since they'd been separated, she'd missed him more than she wanted to admit. Not having him at home with her in their apartment felt eerie, as though she shouldn't be there without him. Driving toward the beach house, Peyton's heartrate picks up when she sees him again, a bright smile instantly adorning her features. It's her natural instinct to want to kiss him, but she stops herself when he starts unloading her luggage. "Sorry to keep you waiting, some of us have to save lives for a living. The drive was fine." She answers, grabbing her handbag from the backseat, ignoring his teasing remark about how much she packed. It's then that she takes in the view of the house they'd be sharing together. It's breathtakingly beautiful, situated right by the ocean, a quaint porch winding around the perimeter of the entire building. "If our families are staying at the hotel and we're staying here... don't you think they're going to realise what we're getting up to?" Peyton laughs, taking a step toward him, grateful nonetheless. "You really didn't have to do this for us, but if I'm being honest, I can't wait for you to fuck me here all weekend. It's perfect."

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The weather was perfect, the sea breeze gently caressing his skin as Benjamin lounged on the terrace, half asleep. He was waiting for Peyton, who could only met him two day after his arrival in Nantucket. It was his sister's wedding and the whole island was in a frenzy for it. Inviting Peyton to accompany him had been an obvious choice for many reasons, the first one being the fact that she was invited with or without him. She was a family friend and anyone who was anyone was invited and that included her family. That was one of the reasons Benji gave his family when they asked about his plus one. The other being that with his work schedule, dating was not something easily manageable. And while that was true, there was another factor behind that and it was Peyton. The two had been spending even more time together than they used to before, and a lot of that was spent without clothes on. Benjamin liked Peyton, more than he should and there was a part of him that was hoping that this could be the thing that took their relationship further. He was hoping that she would be his date, a real one, and not just as a friend. The man had rented a small house on the beach, further from the chaos of his family, so they could have some time to themselves. Knowing Peyton should arrived this afternoon, he had prepared champagne in a ice bucket and her favourite flowers were waiting next to it. Maybe it was a bit too much but he wanted to make this something special, to show her that he wanted more with her. Hearing the car, he swiftly got up and practically ran downstair to met Peyton. "You sure know how to make someone wait," he said with a teasing smile. "How was the drive?" Without waiting for her, Benji popped the trunk and took her luggage. "Did you pack everything you own?" he asked with a laugh.

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