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     there was an addictive quality about her. something about her that was similar to the warmth of the sun, something about her drawing him in further and further as they spoke. the sex was dynamite, and he definitely planned on taking her again, but he was going to be patient. because this game was about love, and not just about sex. though he had to admit that having her in that way did make him feel closer to her. she was beautiful, and he couldn’t tell why she’d chosen to be with someone like him. nolan snickered at her admission, and arched a brow as she mentioned being bent over. it was a lovely mental image, and one he planned on executing in the physical world once he got a chance. “you’re so cute, baby girl,” he told her, taunting her again with that nickname as he moved onto his side. “give me a chance at your heart. maybe i’m the one.”

     it was easy for rory to forget that the two of them were currently in the hamster wheel that is reality tv. that someone could potentially be seeing the moves they were making now that they weren’t locked away in a dark, sexy, bedroom. she was far too lost in the moment to even worry about it, about fans, about viewers -- it was just the two of them as she stayed settled their beside the boy. “nolan!” an innocent giggle followed as she buried herself in to his chest, taking a deep breath as she listened to his words. “if someone tries to tell me that you aren’t i will fight them every single day of my life. that’s a damn promise.” (end)

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&. a continuation of this thread

Colt tried not to scoff as he received the snapchat from Simon. He should have known that the boy would request that he come to his place. Not to mention Colt was so predictable that he would end up giving the other what he wanted just because he didn’t mind the idea of seeing him happy and giving him what he wanted. The boy slipped on a pair of sweats and readied himself to go, locking up his place before he started his journey to the house he would call his for the evening. The drive took far too long as he grew more anxious, hurrying up to the door and giving it a knock. 

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Codie was surprised to even hear from the boy after what had happened during their night together. She was convinced that he was never going to make an appearance in her life again, convinced that he had forgotten anything that they had done together. That night he hadn’t even given her time to explain -- time to tell him how truly sorry she was and that it was certainly not intentional. He hadn’t been the only virgin in the room, and the last thing she wanted was for her first time to have been made so public online. Though there was something she had to show him. If he had any doubts that they had made quite a bit of money off of their show, he would know for sure now as she walked into his place. “Hello?”

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imessage ➞ jay bay bay.

JAYSON: Maybe you'll get to feel my tongue running over your clit again, maybe if you're lucky I'll be nice enough to make you cum.

JAYSON: But that's up to you.

JAYSON: The ball's in your court, sugar.

LAKEN: https://67.media.tumblr.com/cac7b234c8e0752843da65a9bab05720/tumblr_ocg3pr1KQm1vdg80zo1_540.jpg

LAKEN: And now it's in yours.

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[text sent to: little red.]

ELOISE: hopefully not make me sit on my hands

ELOISE: i want you to do whatever you want to

ELOISE: i just want you to touch me

PARKER: Lucky for you i'm about to pull into your driveway.

PARKER: Door open?

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imessage ➞ ruari roo.

RUARI: alright, if you say so, libs

RUARI: so we're doing that?

RUARI: are you doing that with anyone else? besides me?

LIBBY: I mean, aren't we?

LIBBY: I'm not interested in doing anything with anyone who isn't you. Don't you know that?

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CAINE: no i’m definitely still down CAINE: i’ll swallow if you do, yeah?

BRAX: deal BRAX: but not sure why you arent here yet

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CAINE: and if i don’t swallow?? CAINE: wouldn’t put it past you to leave me with blue balls

BRAX: you can either swallow or let me shoot my load on that chest BRAX: it’s up to you really BRAX: but if u arent down then fine

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GALEN: that depends GALEN: you gonna fuck my mouth? GALEN: that monster shouldn’t be tamed

BRAX: wouldn’t have it any other way BRAX: because that’s all i want to do BRAX: mm monster huh?

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GALEN: and you thought of me? GALEN: i’m touched GALEN: i guess i made a good first impression

BRAX: sure did mate BRAX: now you comin thru or what? BRAX: maybe we dont have to stop the fun after me

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CAINE: depends CAINE: i could be there in ten but CAINE: what’s in it for me?

BRAX: if u swallow then i’ll return the favor BRAX: all is fair here BRAX: u know i wouldnt let u go without getting pleased

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BRAX: come thru? BRAX: i’m fucking horny BRAX: and want someone to suck me off

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     “Well.” The larger male replied, trying to maintain the straight line currently resting on his lips as she drew herself near him again. The added heat near his groin had been greatly missing the presence of her bum, but that wasn’t something he was fully aware of until the heat of her body was back against his own once more. “I am a creative genius,” he teased her, allowing his expression to shatter as another ditzy grin formed along the expanse of his lips. His lengthy arms followed her lead, and were soon secured around her waist before he began to waddled once more, only now he was moving closer to the bed near the corner of his room. “Y’know you haven’t even let me properly kiss you yet and you’ve already um… Created a dilemma for me… There…” Ruari tried to beat around the bush as best as he could by turning his gaze down to where their lower halves were currently meeting. Not that he minded. Traditional wasn’t typically his style, and clearly it wasn’t her’s either. But chivalry was nice. And though not all girls would admit it, most of them would have to agree that a little bit of common courtesy went a long way as far as you know. Romance and butterflies and all that. His feet stopped moving once her knees hit the mattress behind her, and he simply held her for a moment, meeting her brilliant gaze with his own murky hues. 

Libby let out a bit of a giggle as the boy referred to himself as a genius, not because he was wrong in the slightest, but because it was absolutely adorable. Everything about him was king and whole-hearted, nothing about him screamed out bad boy, even though his appearance wasn’t sweet and preppy. He was different and she wanted more of him, especially as he waddled the pair of them closer to his bed. “Created a dilemma, huh?” Even his sexual advances were far kinder than she was used to, right hand cupping his cheek as she felt herself hit the edge of the mattress. “Well I think I should kiss you properly before you push me back onto this bed and let me fix your dilemma, hmm?” Her lips leaned in to his, hovering slightly in hopes that he would give in and give her the kiss she was waiting for. “Go on, kiss me then.”

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     Since there had only been the three of them, the number of plates on the table wasn’t exactly as extensive as it would have been for the “Prodigy Potluck” as she liked to call it. That event was coming up at the end of this month, and each of the investors and their investments would all gather in one room, and pat each other on the back. It was another one of those things the blonde saw as trivial, and yet if it meant getting some more experience, she had to at least try to persuade her father to allow her to do a tasting. “If only he’d let me drink as much as I’m sure you’ve snuck right past him,” she joked, eyeing him out of the corner of her orbs, though she knew she’d seen him tucking what looked like a flask away in the inner pocket of his jacket. “I feel like the whole cooking and cleaning thing is kind of like: you dug your grave, now you’ve got to lie in it,” she explained, giggling a bit at her own odd sayings as she turned on the water in the sink. “Why don’t I wash and you dry, then?” Beverly posed it as a question, but she knew it was more of an order since he was sticking around, and she could have definitely used the help. The blonde squeezed a bit of soap onto one of the larger serving plates before she began to scrub the surface with a brush to work some of the soap around on the white china. “I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with my mom and my grandmother. And when we were able to afford the help, I was always on their good side. I always got to help season, to taste-test, to help in whatever ways I could. And then I got passionate. And now I’m in culinary school. What about you? And you know… the piano?”

Cliff raised a brow, looking over at the girl as he began to take a few steps closer to the sink. Though he was admittedly tipsy and flirting, he really wasn’t going to let her clean up after him after all that her father had done for him and his schooling. “Are you telling me that your dad doesn’t let you drink? Like he cares that much to even monitor you?” The thought alone was humorous to the boy, almost archaic if you asked him. Though he wouldn’t have known what parents were actually supposed to do for their children anyway - so who was he to judge. “That’s absolutely morbid and wrong and I just hope you know that when you have your own restaurant, you will have a team of people cleaning up your dishes. Like their literal job will just be to wash your dishes, so get used to digging graves without repercussions, ma’am.” A simple nod was all he gave her as he reached for the cloth towel that he assumed would be appropriate to use for drying the dishes. “That’s really neat. I take it you probably know some good family recipes then? That was the only good thing about my ma’, she knew how to whip up a mean meatloaf and managed not to pour all of her cocaine into the mashed potatoes on the side.” He snorted a bit as he laughed, feeling as the alcohol began to loosen him up even more so than it had already done. “When I was two I was actually struck by a piano falling from the sky and I lived to tell the tale, not to mention the piano gave me magic music powers and i’ve been doing it ever since.” The boy couldn’t help but continue his laughter, nudging into her side a little bit, feeling as though he had just come up with the funniest joke he had ever heard. “But honestly, thought if I learned how to play the piano my pops would come back. Or at least that’s what my cracked out mom used to tell me. ‘Dad won’t even know who you are unless you learn how to play him a song.’ I’m sure she just wanted me to learn so she could send me off to dinner parties and collect the money they paid me.”

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     He waited until she had visibly calmed down enough to support herself without showing the risk for another lack of judgement - though he hadn’t seen the first one coming so who’s to say he wouldn’t have missed a second? But as she brunette began to take a few strides leading away from the still-crazed establishment, Sebastien didn’t hesitate in joining her on her journey. “You know, I have half the mind to tell you how insane you looked back there, and half the mind to buy you another drink,” the words left his lips with ease, though even his own tongue was stumbling a bit and he had to admit that he couldn’t rightly control his laughter as they walked along. One arm extended out towards her, reining her in by her shoulders as his limb draped across the width of her frame and tucked her into his body heat further. “Never been in a fight before, I’m guessing?” The male let his laughter subside to a rather wide grin as he beamed down at her, unable to dismiss this odd sense of pride he felt in the femme for showing that guy what-for. 

Scout rolled her eyes as she listened to the boy, shaking her head a bit at the thought of having another drink. “No more drinks, seriously! I’m not sure if the world is spinning because I knocked a dude out or because of all the drinks, but what I do know is that I don’t want to have another one for a while.” She let out a soft laugh, choosing not to comment on his nearly slurred words as she felt his arms bring her in a bit closer. “Verbal fights, sure, tons, but physical fights with a dude like twice my size - nope. Can’t say I have and can’t say I would want to do it again.” Their laughter seemed to blend together in her mind as she looked up at him, blinking back a few times as she realized how close they were. And then without even thinking she leaned in, right hand cupping his cheek gently as her lips began to move against his without much of a warning to herself.

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     “will you stay with me?” the words passed through his lips but didn’t leave his throat as much more of a muffled whisper due to the position he was lying in. jackson lifted one cheek up from her pillow, only turning his head in her direction in the dark, though he couldn’t even fully make out her silhouette. there was something about having her near, having her close to him, having her tend to him that seemed to make the entire recuperating process that much easier. not that his reasons were totally selfish. he didn’t want her sleeping on the couch, as this was her bed too. he didn’t want her to be upset as he knew she had to be from their miniature yelling-match earlier, and on top of it all, he knew that it was nice to pretend that things hadn’t gone to shit, to pretend that things were okay. that this was still there bed. that there were no empty picture frames still hanging on the walls of their home. that the rings tucking into the drawers of their nightstand hadn’t just meant “i’ll love you for now”. that maybe those vows were more than syllables thrown together to commemorate chemical firings in a person’s mind that might have just ended up being a mistake. “stay…” he tried again, speaking louder now though his voice threatened to crack as he waited for her reply to reach him across the room. 

The question caught her by surprise, mouth gaping open the slightest bit as she tried to process the words as they echoed around her mind. All she had wanted was to stay there with him, to hold him like she hadn’t been able to do in so long. She ached for his touch far too much than she would ever admit and him asking, her not having to initiate or beg for it, left her nearly speechless. She was happy for the darkness so he wouldn’t see the few tears that had fallen down her cheek, head nodding slightly. “Of course.” That’s all she could come up with now as she began to let her feet bring her closer to the bed, their bed, one they had once shared in moments much happier than this one. Her fragile frame made it’s way on to the mattress, almost feeling as if her limbs grew lighter with each step closer to the boy, feeling more at peace now as she lay her head next to his as if she had been doing it all her life. “Don’t leave in the morning.” She whispered now even though it was just the two of them, gaze searching for his in the dark room. Her hands ached to reach for his cheek, to touch him, but she hadn’t been sure what he wanted from this, what he wanted from asking her to stay.