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DREW STARKEY Lucky 1.03 "Read the Room"
open starter : m / f / nb ( mutuals only ) muse : kendall casey, final girl. based on : this is me trying by tayl.or swift.
"It's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound, it's hard to be anywhere these days."
open starter : m / f / nb ( mutuals only ) muse : travis harkness, nhl player. based on : august by tayl.or swift.
"I cancelled my plans just in case you called."
While Peyton is of course the first person he's slept with since healing, she's also the first person he's slept with since his last break up with Kenny. Despite the way their encounter was still just beginning he couldn't help but notice how different it felt with her. They weren't two people who didn't know what to say to each other so they used their bodies instead. Instead it felt like the opposite. They both had so much they wanted to say with each other but just didn't know how, so this is how they had to covey those things. He can't help but smirk as her body's reaction to him: her hands clawing at her sheets, the frustrated furrow of her brows, the way her pleasure is staining the sheets below them. He couldn't get enough. After his bout of teasing he was sure of one thing, he wanted to give her everything she wanted.
His cock throbs against her glistening folds as she sounds so utterly needy for him. He can see something shift behind her eyes as she continues to beg and it brings a mischievous smirk to his lips. "Yeah? You're gonna be a good girl for me?" Dallas husks back as she squeezes her legs against him. God, he couldn't get enough of every inch of Peyton's body. Part of him was worried he was still unconscious and this was all just a cruel dream. She was just so perfectly sculpted to his desires.
While Dallas was certain he could sit back here and listen to her beg for him all night he couldn't stand another moment without being buried inside her. Dallas hooks one of her legs under his arm to spread her out wider for him before he guides his cock inside her again, this time he wastes no time building up a steady rhythm with his hips. "Fuck, Pey," he pants against her ear. "You feel so fuckin' good..." his teeth graze the shell of her ear before kissing a path down her neck.
The athlete in her bed is proof that karma is real; she was celibate all through high school, lost her virginity in college to a guy who wasted her time, who promised her the world only to leave her high and dry. God, she was so set on her future with Wyatt, of getting married and working in the same hospital together, of having babies and growing old. It's only now that she understands why that was never supposed to work out. Two months ago, she didn't even know Dallas Wexler existed. Peyton had no idea the trajectory her life would take when he came crashing into it, needing not one, but two emergency surgeries. He was proof that she deserved better, that she could have better if she wanted it, and fuck, here he was giving her everything.
"Yeah... yes." She breathes heavily, promising to be so good, to be exactly what he needs. It's been so long since she's done this, and when she feels his cock fully stretch her out for the first time, she isn't in control of the noise that she makes. It's a mix between a gasp and a moan, a shrill of ecstasy that echoes and reverberates around her bedroom as he builds his rhythm and spreads her legs. ". . . fu-ck," Peyton utters, needing to split the word into two syllables because her brain is short-circuiting, lost to the pleasure of Dallas' cock, his lips, his voice.
You feel so fuckin' good. Her body is on fire beneath him, electrified by every individual kiss to her neck, every thrust of his hips and she's adoring the way he's praising her right now. He's filling her pussy so good, the toy in her ass heightening her pleasure and sensitivity. "Fuck me, baby --- fff-uck." Her entire body trembles with arousal, before another shriek of pure euphoria leaves her lips. She's past caring if the neighbours hear, angling her hips a little so that he can fuck her deeper, clutching his strong biceps, enjoying the weight of him above her in this position.
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Elle (2026) | Season 1, Episode 1 | Lexi Minetree as Elle Woods
The moment Ellie is looking up at Mac and speaking, he crouches down to get to her level. "Seriously? That's the coolest last name I've ever heard. I like foxes a lot, they're smart little creatures," he says before standing back up and making the way towards the aviary so they could look at the birds. Mac already made a mental note to snag the little girl a fox plushie as they leave later.
"It's next Friday night," he nods. "If it sells out and you wanna come you can use my guest pass," Mac offers without even thinking twice. "My sister and her girlfriend usually come, but they're gonna be out of town so the passes are up for grabs." He beams down at the little girl who excitedly asks about the owls, "We have two northern spotted owls. We're getting ready to release them back into their habitat, so it's kinda like a going away party too," he grins before directing his attention back to LIv. "It's my pleasure, really. She's a smart kid." The pair finally catch up to where Ellie had rushed off to one of the exotic bird viewing areas. "She's real friendly want me to bring her out to say hi?" He asks with a grin, nodding his head towards the parrot. "Her name is Honey."
Ellie blushes the second Mac crouches down to her, giddy and giggly when he tells her that he likes foxes a lot. Liv watches on in admiration, her heart swelling at the sight of the care and interest he's paying to her daughter. In this moment, he reminds her so much of her husband and it makes her entire body ache with nostalgia; he's gentle, and sweet and so amazing that she has to remind herself to keep walking, to not just stop and stare at the sight of the two of them.
"Could I maybe take your number and get back to you on that? The guest passes would be amazing, that's so kind of you to even offer. Elliot here has a busier social life than I do, so I just need to check her calendar." The blonde smiles, before extending her hand out to him. "I'm Liv, by the way, and you've met Miss Ellie. What was your name again?" He'd been so helpful and she was kicking herself for forgetting his name, but she'd admittedly been a little distracted by how wonderful he was at keeping her baby girl entertained. Ellie nods enthusiastically, doing a little happy dance when Mac offers to bring out the parrot. "Yes please, I'd love to see Honey." She beams, and Liv lifts her up into her arms so that she can get a better view of the parrot when Mac brings her out. "Wow, look at all of her pretty colours. She's beautiful, isn't she? Just be gentle, baby." Liv instructs, stepping closer toward Mac so that Ellie can pet the bird. "Thank you again for giving us the VIP treatment today, you've truly made her day... and honestly, mine too."
closed starter for @honeybeehimbowrites / regina & cooper.
it doesn't feel right to be celebrating her birthday so soon after a funeral. if anything, the weight of her grief feels heavier now that she's officially outlived her best friend. kate will forever be twenty-one and the reality of that hits unbearably hard. regina didn't want a party, she didn't want company or presents or attention, but her friends all insisted. kate wouldn't want this for you. you know how much she loved birthdays. stepping inside the lavish estate she grew up in, she finds her way to a quiet corner of the wine cellar, escaping the outdoors where the rest of her friends were partying by the pool. opening a bottle of chΓ’teau margaux, she pours a third of it into a glass and downs its contents in a matter of minutes. it's late evening, the sun is setting and the only person she actually cared to see still hadn't arrived. glancing down at her phone, she checks for any updates from coop, but there's nothing. it didn't shock her that he didn't come, they'd been avoiding each other all summer after what they'd done. emptying the bottle of wine into her glass, regina crouches down to sit on the floor of the wine cellar, too engulfed in her guilt to hear the grit of the gravel on her driveway, alerting the presence of a car pulling up.
plot: the boys are watching soccer and you are making it difficult for me to do the same
Greyson narrowed his eyes at the boys as another chorus of exaggerated groans erupted the moment someone wandered in front of the television screen yet again, blocking the match for all of three seconds. He let the silence stretch just long enough for everyone to realize they had pushed their luck before shaking his head with a dry, unimpressed expression. βAlright, enough of that. None of you lot offered to host,β he said firmly, his voice carrying the easy authority of someone completely at home in the room. The complaints immediately lost their momentum under his stare. Then his attention softened as he turned away from the television and reached one hand toward his partner, his fingers opening and closing in a gentle invitation. βCome here, baby. Ignore them. They just love the game. Itβs not you.β A warm smile replaced his earlier scowl, making it clear his irritation was reserved entirely for the noisy spectators. "Your being a good host bringing in some snacks. Don't let them get to you."
"It's no wonder not a single one of you wanted to bring your girlfriends along tonight. Oh, wait... they don't exist, do they?" Elle claps back, standing in front of the television screen a few seconds longer than necessary. She can't cook for shit, but she threw a couple pizzas in the oven and brought out some beers for Greyson and his friends to enjoy. Even though they made it clear that they weren't her biggest fans, she didn't let it phase her. Gladly making her way over to Grey when he reaches out for her, she leans down to press a sweet kiss to his mouth. "They're just bitter they don't have anyone to suck their dicks during half-time." She whispers, speaking directly into his ear so that the others won't hear. Laughing under her breath, she kisses him again, before curling up against him. "I mean if the roles were reversed and I really wanted to piss y'all off, all I'd need to do is start singing." Elle grins, to which the men immediately roll their eyes and focus their attention back on the game, staying quiet. "Mhm, I thought as much."
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Corinna shivers as the oil slides over her skin, but it's quickly warmed by Travis' hands. Her brows furrow and small moans fall from her lips with each press of his thumbs into her back. It feels so good. "No, no, just like that," she says and she's certain her body is melting under his touch.
A smile slowly finds its way to her lips. "Yeah? I'm sure you are," she says with a chuckle, the worry of the evening already fading from memory. She pushes into his hand on her ass, relishing in the feeling of him surrounding her. Corinna goes to speak, goes to tell him more, but he spanks her and she gasps, then looks up at him with a shake of her head. "Travis," she teases, his name said like a warning on her tongue. "Oh, it's sensual oil." She can't help the way she finds him so cute, even when he's on the verge of devouring her. "Finish getting these knots out of my back and maybe I'll let you get messy with it."
One of the things he secretly loved to do most was obey her, to give Cor the kind of experiences her piece of shit boyfriend never could. His cock hardens against the soft lull of her voice, instructing him with those three little words that said everything he needed to hear. Just. Like. That. Travis' strong hands continue to ease out the knots, targeting the areas of her back that are tense from her performances. "Oh, yeah? What else will you let me do once I'm done?"
He's fully erect from just touching her, eyes scanning over every delicious curve and dip of her body as he makes sure she's in a state of utter relaxation. His tongue wets his lips, guiding his fingertips between both cheeks, teasing the delicate stretch of skin between her ass and her pussy. He craved their nights together more than he ever dared to admit, the sex was unmatched, only ever this good when it was with her. "I'm sensing a lot of tension right here." The hockey player grins, sliding his index finger just over her entrance, hovering without inserting, biding his time to get her dripping wet and extra needy for him. "How's it feel for you?" He asks, enjoying the way her breath sounds as he inches his finger closer to her heat.
MADELYN CLINE photographed by Jesse Volk (November 2020)
Alastair misses her hand the moment it's no longer on him. He takes a step back to give her some space to settle in, but she takes longer than anticipated. He does not complain though, as she's making herself so pretty for him, teasing him, smiling for him. He holds her gaze, and slowly brings himself to his knees. Large hands slide over her legs, over up her thighs, until he's plucking her pink thong from her fingertips. He tucks them into his back pocket with a smile. "You steal my stuff all the time, so I think these ones are mine," he tells her as plush lips kiss the inside of her knee. "You're so beautiful," he tells her, before bring his hands to her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the couch.
"I thought about you all day, you know?" Alastair pushes her dress up higher, spreads her legs wider, and his mouth salivates at the sight. "It's unfair how much I think about you." He leans forward and presses a kiss to her hip, as his ring finger trails slowly up her slit, the heat of her radiating through his body. "So wet already, princess," he whispers, his voice thick with lust, "were you thinking about me too?"
Her folds glisten in anticipation, already wet as she watches Alastair sink to his knees for her. God, she was aching for him, gladly allowing him to keep her underwear while manhandling her half naked body. "You can have them." Lacey purrs, watching as he pockets the tiny pink thong, her body humming underneath the caress of his huge hands. "You can have anything you want." She continues, more than happy to be of service to all of his heart's desires. Something about their chemistry hit different; it wasn't just lust, for her there was more, a fulfilled longing, a specific kind of intimate trust that she hadn't felt in forever. You're so beautiful. She was blushing now, legs spread for him in her summer dress, gladly accepting the compliment.
"Were you thinking about how good I taste?" Lacey teases, shivering against the sensation of his lips kissing close to her hip bone. "Mm, fuck." She moans, desperate to feel those same, perfect lips wrap around her clit. She gasps delicately, arching her back as his finger trails across her pussy lips. "Yes, Daddy." The blonde answers, deciding to play along with the pet names, icy blue hues meeting his gaze. "I think about you every night, about this... I make myself cum so hard for you, baby."
Connor Storrie | GQ | 2025
"I think we might have cashed in our NDA breaking favor a little too early when we got him to spill about the soundtrack," Bruno laughs. It had been really sweet seeing Penny get excited over all the different wedding details. Part of it brough him back back to when they were planning their own wedding. "I'm sure you'll get a peak at the dress soon enough. What do you think the first dance song was?"
"You're right and honestly, the irony of I Knew It, I Knew You being such a Marco and Mischa song truly blew my mind a little." Penny laughs, ever the hopeless romantic. "I know they're not together together again, at least not officially, but I just... I still have a feeling they're gonna find their way back." Penny loved Mischa as much as she loved Bruno's goofy, artistic, green flag of a cousin. "Their first dance? God, I have no idea. I do know that she walked down the aisle to Love Story though which is just a dreamscape in itself." She beams, putting her phone away. "Tay got her happy ending; Marco and Mischa deserve to get theirs too."
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the rp pipeline is so beautiful. strangers to mutuals. mutuals to writing partners. writing partners to sending each other twelve messages about how their muses would grocery shop together.
Mac takes a sip from his water bottle before tossing his head over his shoulder to the group of mostly girls he was playing with. "Yeah, they are actually. Like five of 'em are on the volleyball team. I'll take whatever athlete I can get to back me up. C'mon," he nods his head in the direction of the net. Mac tried not to get too distracted over the way he wanted to run his hand through Travis's curly hair the way he just had. He was a natural flirt and he often had to tone it down around guys he thought was attractive. While they were often oblivious and didn't pay him any mind sometimes they let their big masculine egos get in the way and had to double and triple down on that no homo. "You're gonna be on my team and when I finally win for once we'll grab a celebratory beer. Deal?"
"How about two athletes? Wexler's six five, it's him you really want." Travis smirks, glancing over his shoulder to where Dallas is sat behind him. Another cute blonde is making her way toward them however, carrying a book in one hand and a towel in the other. "Come sit with me? My friends are already wasted." Peyton asks, approaching the hockey boys but only speaking directly to Dallas. He already knows what his best friend's next move is gonna be. Turning back to Mac, Travis pulls off his muscle fit black t-shirt and tosses it down on the sand. "Looks like you're stuck with just me." He grins, glancing up ahead to the girls who are waiting patiently on them to join. "If you throw in a cheeseburger with that beer, it's on." Travis agrees, lifting his hand to shake Mac's, bumping his chest against the other man's in agreement, ignoring the way his cock twitches when they make skin to skin contact for the first time. "You ready to win this or what?"
