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loralailunas‌:

It was almost too easy, watching his face redden, watching his teeth grit. It brought all the memories back and as she watched him calm, she knew her easing on the reins had worked all too well. Watching the steam rise from the cup, the raven haired girl watched him bring it to his lips, cringing slightly as she watched the hot liquid pour into his mouth, head shaking at the mere thought of burning her tongue. It was the only that kept her going in the city of devils angels. She fit right in, the partying scene so much more effervescent than Dayton could even believe. “You missed me – Come on, admit it. No one’s around to hear,” she murmured as she rose from her seat, sitting herself down next to him, looking over to the laptop once more, making sure to keep her voice low as she spoke. If it was one thing Dayton had been notorious for, it was overheard conversations, and nosy ass neighbours. “Yeah, well, what can I say? I didn’t have anyone bank rolling my life anymore and when I fall, I adapt,” she muttered with the shrug of her shoulders. “A good insta photo, cute room tour, try on hauls – easy money. You always did say I have the chops for modelling. Turns out on camera, short girls can do it too. Make everything look pretty enough, anyone’ll eat the bullshit up with a golden spoon.”

Taking another sip of the molten coffee, he could only focus on the burning sensation working it’s way down his throat rather than feeling his anger, forgetting how much Loralai got to him. He should have known better than to try and talk to her again, but if it wasn’t like this she probably would have broke into his house to come and accost him regardless. “A tiny bit. You’ve missed a whole bunch of shit though,” he told her, looking over at her when she moved over, leaning over to throw some napkins on top of the spillage he caused before it touched her laptop. “Yeah, what happened with all that? I thought I was going to have to make fun of you for being broke,” he teased, listening to the way she spoke about her newfound fame, wondering if every skinny tea brand promoter was as psychotic as his ex. “I only told you that because we were dating, but I’m glad I gave you the inspo. As long as you have an outlet to take out your crazy on, the world is a safer place.”

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loralailunas‌:

“You would be the one who notices that,” she mumbled, the smirk never leaving her lips. Even when he slammed her laptop shut, she only glanced up at him, unwavered at the rage that ripped through him. Two years. That’s how long she’d dealt with him. She’d known how to make him tick, she knew how to keep him under control. “Oh – Hulk mad,” Loralai spoke, her eyes widening momentarily in amusement. The brunette had learned to harden over the past year, making sure she always kept her poker face straight, and him? Well, he was no exception to the rule. In fact, he was the one who caused the rule to be invented. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she mumbled at the hurt comment, leaning back in her seat, watching his lips twist in anger. Eyes locked onto his as she reminded him. “Careful, Blakey. I know secrets too –,” she started out with the shake of her head. “God, I missed you – sure has been a bore out in L.A. without you around,” she purred out. 

It was next to impossible to get a rise out of Loralai anything close to the one Blake just showed - and that was only moderate for him. He knew how to get at her, it’d just take a little more time than one coffee meeting. Blake only stared at her at the Hulk comment, refusing to lash out again in the cramped coffee shop. Calming down ever so slightly, he turned to accept the cup of coffee that seemed perfectly timed, thanking the barista and drinking the scalding coffee, giving himself something other than Loralai to focus on. He knew if he responded to anything she said, she’d get her way, so he ignored the comment about secrets once again. “It’s been really quiet here without you,” Blake told her, not saying if it was a good or bad thing. “How was L.A.? Obviously treated you quite well.” He said, nodding towards her laptop. 

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reallifestella‌:

“I can’t say I really drink champagne a lot, really only for special occasions….like tonight? I’m down for it,” She nodded her head once more. “Well, my favorite place is town is a place near my house. There’s also this other place that’s pretty good too, Nick actually just got hired there not too long ago. But, let’s go with my favorite hole in the wall pizzeria. I swear I’ve ordered it once or twice whenever you came to visit, so I’m not sure if you remember,” she explained as she took the phone from him and dialed the number to the place. “Do ya want to split a large pizza? Maybe have our toppings be split down the middle? And a side of cheese bread?” Stella suggested.

“I think that bottle was probably like three shifts at your place, so it makes sense,” Blake told her, not meaning to insult her job. “Honestly as long as I don’t get food poisoning or worms then I don’t really mind,” he told her, trusting Stella enough not to leave the hotel with a disease of any kind. “Sounds good. I’ve got the cash on me - get me half pepperoni.” He told her, standing up after a knock at the door was heard, opening it and grabbing the bottle of champagne with a thanks, turning around and filling two glasses, quickly drinking some of his. “Who were those pictures supposed to go to by the way?” 

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loralailunas‌:

Watching knuckles whiten it brought a strange sense of thrill, watching his anger build. It was addictive, the way his hues darkened. “Go for it, sweetheart. I’ll just be Beetlejuice, wrecking you from the grave, time and time again,” she mused, her brows rising as she looked over to the employee, handing them a hefty tip as she took the cup from their hands with a gracious smile turning her attention back to the fuming man who sat in front of her. Men shouldn’t have been this attractive when angry. “Oh calm down, Blake. It’s 2019 – the football captain doesn’t have to be completely heteronormative anymore,” she cooed as she raised her eyebrow. “Hey, do you think if you do a coming out I can record it? You’d go viral!” At the mention of her parents, she rolled her eyes before she let out another small scoff. “Why? Wanted to figure out if you were a top or bottom first?”

“You do look a bit like Beetlejuice now you mention it. It’s the forehead wrinkles I think. They must take ages to edit out,” he replied, looking up at the employee and ordering a black coffee for himself, handing them a twenty dollar note and telling them to keep the change. Her words did very little to calm his anger, but he managed to ignore the football captain comment. Hell, he could almost even let the coming out video jab, responding to it with a frown. Her final comment made him lash out though, moving in close to the table and shoving it slightly, enough to cause the filled cup spill it’s contents onto the table, the liquid inching towards her laptop. “Listen you insufferable bitch,” Blake began, talking through his teeth angrily. “If you keep pushing me, I will hurt you. I will make sure you leave this town with no career prospects other than standing on a street corner. Whatever smart thing you think you’re about to say, don’t, otherwise when my coffee gets here, it’ll be poured over you or your laptop - I haven’t decided yet.” He finished, leaning back into the seat and taking a deep breath. 

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reallifestella‌:

Stella quickly glanced over at the card that listed the types of alcohol that the hotel offered. Skimming at the description of the champagne, she nodded her head. “Yeah, that sounds pretty good.” As Blake offered an alternative for their meal of the night, she propped her head up a bit. “Now that you mention it? Pizza sounds like the better choice,” she admitted with a laugh. Was she shocked that Blake was suggesting ordering that instead of the boujee dishes that was on the room service menu? Of course not. “Honestly, I’d rather eat half an order of pizza than any of that shit, you know me too well, Blake.”

“Good, because if you would have wanted a bottle of rosé or something I would have had to ask you to leave,” Blake joked again, looking to his side at her with a grin. “As soon as I saw the least pompous thing on that menu was potato gratin, I knew pizza would be the better choice. You can decide where we order from, you probably know the places with better food hygiene ratings than me.” He told her, reaching over for the room service phone and ordering the bottle of champagne on his dad’s credit card. “If you want anything else let me know.” 

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loralailunas‌:

Loralai’s jaw set as she watched him sit across from her, her voice hissing, nostrils flaring slightly as she furrowed her brow a bit more as she leaned forward, her voice lowering. “At least my number in the bed doesn’t compare to the number of cocks you’ve had up your ass,” the brunette murmured as her eyes lit up slightly at the sight of his reaction, opening up her mouth a bit as she pointed to the ‘o’ shape. “Look! You’re used to this, aren’t ya, Blakey?” she asked as her chin came to rest on her fist, rolling her eyes. “Parents said either back to hell or I get outted for being a cunt. So… well – unfortunately I thought you would’ve left this ho-bunk town but I guess small towns keep big secrets, huh?”

He knew her well enough to know that he hit a nerve, rearing up like a snake only for Blake to receive the bite, her words causing his jaw to drop and face to redden, only for her to double down on the insult, jaw clamping shut as he balled his fists. In truth, he had almost forgot his drunken admission to her when they were together, although at that point he most he had ever done with a guy was kiss. “If you don’t keep your mouth shut, I will ruin you,” he told her, forgetting about the smart hidden insults and being straight up with her instead. “Even your own parents can’t stand you? At least some people in your family have taste,” Blake retorted. “I was offered a few scholarships for football but I didn’t want to go to college just yet.” 

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reallifestella‌:

“I’ve always been more of a cheap date, but let’s see what they got here,” Stella spoke out, feeling comfortable around the other that she too decided to lay down on the bed. Scooting a bit closer to him, she turned her gaze to him for just a moment before glancing back down at the menu. “Champagne sounds great. I think maybe some pasta would be nice? Or lobster? Or risotto?” She suggested. “I heard that shit goes well with champagne,” she shrugged her shoulders as she took a deep sigh.

“I don’t do cheap,” Blake told her, looking up at the menu when Stella planted her back on the mattress too. He reached over her and tapped on the laminated card, pointing out a bottle of champagne. “We can get this one, it’s the only one on here that isn’t disgusting,” he explained, spending far too much time at networking events with his family to not know about champagne. “We can get that stuff if you want. Or if you’re more in the mood for pizza we can just order some to the room.” Blake offered, knowing that most of the menu would go over Stella’s head. 

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loralailunas‌:

The insult made her mouth gape open in slight unamusement, head cocking to the side as eyes narrowed to the handsome man who’d stood in front of her. Fucking Blake. Of course, no, it was never enough to ask that she would never see another face from her past, and of course the first familiar one had to be this dickhead’s. Tumultuous. That’s the only way she could describe their relationship, and god did she love every fucking minute of it. “You look familar…” she’d started, hoping to put her acting chops to work as she wracked her mind for any lost memories. “I-I’m sorry. Do I – Do I know you?” genuine confusion crossing her features as she studied his face, eyes slowly raking down his body. God, he looked amazing. “Oh! I know! Zac Efronesque, wannabe frat douche, right? How’s small’s your dick? God, I’ve missed Dayton!”

Her reaction was enough to bring a slight skew to the corner of his mouth, fitting in to their old dynamic straight away. He would have to be especially dumb to think that they were in any way a good couple, but he had never had more fun in his life than the ups and downs with Loralai. He entertained her reaction, rolling his eyes obviously. “I think I was like the third person that fucked you if that rings a bell? I know the number must be easily sitting in the triple digits so it might be hard to recall, but I was probably the best one.” Blake told her, sitting on the opposite couch, not waiting for an invitation. “You know, I thought that Dayton seemed a little overcast and had a worse smell than normal. What are you doing back?” 

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eeveexbb‌:

“Mhm.. sure Jan. I’ll be sure to ask my lawyer for a copy of your driving record.” it for sure didn’t work like that, but Evie mainly just talked to hear herself talk. She pretended to triple check how secure the seatbelt was fasten as she prepared herself for riding shotgun. As the car started she rolled down the window to make herself at home, “You might wanna up your prescription. Turn into here. And it’s your treat.” she pointed at the Taco Bell drive thru, “No. My mother didn’t raise no bitch. This will be more helpful that any nurse in Dayton anyways.”

He looked over to make sure she was properly in her seatbelt, the last thing he needed right now was to fling the girl out of the windshield if he pushed on the brakes too quickly. Blake turned the car into the drive-thru, turning to her with a frown. “Are you kidding? You sure you don’t need to the ER to check for head injuries or anything?” He asked sincerely, pulling into the drive anyway. “What do you want?” 

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bellyjcksn‌:

A pointer finger and thumb flicked into a finger gun, pulling the tripper and Belly mock blowing the barrel. “There you go, nailed it.” The Roadrunner was a pretty spot on comparison of her, especially when she was at places like these. Always moving, always trying new things and up for the craziest challenge. Belly remembered once how someone was tossing ice buckets on everyone at a party and Belly didn’t even care, too fucked up to give a shit about her lived in jeans and already ratty vans. Rolling on good molly helped. “When are you gonna wake up and realize having mental breakdowns aren’t all the bad. It would sure relieve the tension in those dope fuckin’ shoulders of yours. How much time do you spend on them in the gym anyway?” Belly couldn’t help herself, licking her lips and tilting her head to the side as eyes took in the scene before her. Watching Blake do magic, making the coke disappear like that, god, he could have been a natural. So into the moment, Bellamy couldn’t have cared less that he was using his own hundred dollar bill. A girl could dream. “Tell me how you feel?” the girl asked, gracefully moving back around him, taking her twenty and finishing the rest of the powder. Without question she cut up another line, inhaling it too and then turning back to Blake with a wiggly nose. “I wanna lick this shit off your dick it’s so good.”

“I’m going to start running around with ACME Corp dynamite in case you really start pissing me off,” Blake told her, lightening up to the girl now he was thoroughly under the influence. “Mental breakdowns aren’t that bad? That explains so much about who you are as a person,” he teased, head cocking to the side slightly, looking for the hidden insult in her words. “We’ve got a home gym and I’ve got a personal trainer, so quite a lot of time. Why?” It’s like he could feel the white powder travel directly to the center of his brain, everything becoming slightly lighter and prettier to look at, tracking the skinny girl’s movements around him, pirouetting as if she were a ballerina, snorting the coke rapidly and completing the routine to face him. All of a sudden, it seemed as if he forgot the insults he kept in his repertoire for Belly. “I feel pretty fucking great. You’re not going to like, overdose or anything right?” Blake asked followed by a quick chuckle, knowing that this was probably a tame night for her. “Maybe next time. I knew you always wanted me.” 

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heymckenna‌:

Mckenna hated the feeling of fingers running through his hair but in that instance, it served its purpose in keeping him in place as Blake took the reins and fucked his mouth like he’d fuck a pussy. He’d rehearsed the scene a thousand times before, moving his tongue to increase the pressure on the tip of his friend’s cock with every inward thrust and slather him with saliva as he sealed his mouth around him. Spit dribbled from his lips and bubbled at the edges as the lewd sound of him hoovering dick filled the apartment and for a moment, Mckenna let him use him like an old director on the casting couch. Relishing the praise as he batted his lashes up at him, freckles flush with effort and dick leaking into his shorts. It was embarrassing. Arousing.

It spurned him into action when he tasted precum in his mouth. He swatted Blake’s wrists away, breaking free to rise up like a mermaid caught under the tide, surfacing for a kiss of fresh air. Mckenna sealed their lips together again, spitting the taste of him back into his mouth as he reached past him to the end table where he fumbled with the drawer for a good minute to fetch a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers before slipping his hands between Blake’s thighs, hunting for the tight little pucker there, finding it and pressing a cold, slick finger inside. 

Small gasps left his mouth in quick succession when Mckenna truly began, his expert tongue seeming to seek out wherever Blake needed to be touched, running a hand through his friend’s hair before settling on his head, the ex-porn star clearly not needing the instruction. He could have averted his eyes from the man around his cock, but instead he looked down to catch the sight of the saliva leaving Mckenna’s mouth, head falling back against the couch and letting out a loud groan of pleasure. The combined noises of the two males filled the room for a while before they both stopped when the boy on his knees slapped Blake’s wrists, causing him to move his arms to his side as the other man rose up.

Lips were on his before he could register what was happening, the taste of himself strange and foreign but he did nothing to get rid of it, leaning into the kiss as he fumbled around in the drawer before he found what he was looking for. He opened his eyes to look what the other man was doing, his eyes going to the mark on his shorts, grinning ever so slightly, the evidence of Mckenna’s arousal at the situation almost as obvious as his own. Before he fully realized what was happening, he felt the cold finger at his entrance, gasping loudly at the sensation he was still getting used to, reaching an arm around his friend to cup around the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer and moving his mouth to the pale expanse of his neck, biting down lightly to leave a mark as Mckenna explored further. “Don’t fucking stop,” he growled, pausing from his mission to leave a mark on his friend’s neck.

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jayceelynd‌:

Sitting her glass down, she tilted her head with a soft smile spreading on her face. “So are you admitting just now that you would possibly lose against them sharks” she laughed softly as she crossed her arms under her small breast. “I mean I know I would die, so it’s cool” teasing him, chewing on her inner cheek. “No I don’t think you’re one of those people. However we did just meet. So time will tell” joking as she hopped up on the barstool that was behind her, slowly crossing her right leg over her left. Pulling her phone out she smirked at him as she opened up her contacts and typed in Big Macho Man and then handed him her phone. “I’ll let you put your number in. Don’t give me not fake number or you will be someone I can’t stand”

“Listen, if there’s lots of them they might team up on me like pussies. One on one though, I’d totally win,” Blake told her, laughing along with her. “So you plan on spending more time with me? Knew it,” he teased her back, leaning against the bar and accepting her phone, quickly typing in his phone and sending himself a text and showing her the notification afterwards, proving it wasn’t a fake number. “There you go. If you start sending me 8-ball pool notifications I’m blocking you.” 

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lanedalton‌:

  “I definitely feel that” he agreed with a soft smile and a nod. Lane used to be all about that party life. But, ever since moving to Dayton, he was trying to keep on the straight and narrow. Only dabbling in alcohol, which was more than evident on his breath as the other man moved in closer to him. “I’d love that actually. I’m still learning the area, and the hot spots. You free anytime? Or.. should I make an appointment?” he asked jokingly.

“One of the downsides of showing up to a party late I guess,” He explained, knowing that if he showed on time he’d be one of the coked out idiots. For now though, the alcohol was proving effective enough. “I’ll give you my secretary’s e-mail so she can book you in,” Blake told him, cracking a smile after a few seconds so he knew he was joking. “I’m free whenever at the minute, so whenever is easier for you.”  

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reallifestella‌:

“Sometimes I forget that your dad basically owns half of Dayton and is apart of basically every aspect of it,” she let out a chuckle as she inspected the room in more detail. Damn, this place was really nice. She wondered if any future clients of hers wanted to book appointments here, she wouldn’t be shocked if they wanted to. Most of her clientele were rich enough to afford suites at a place like this anyways. Sitting down on the edge of one of the beds, she grabbed for the menu for room service. “I’m totally down to order something. Do you know what’s good at all?” She asked him as her green eyes began to scan the menu.

“It’s a lot harder to forget when you live with him,” he told her, annoyance clear in his voice as he tried his best to move past the topic of his dad otherwise he’d be in a bad mood for the rest of the night. Watching as she sat at the edge of the bed, he grinned and fell backwards onto the bed, hitting the mattress with a soft thump as he looked over. “No clue. Just get whatever, I trust you enough to not bankrupt us. We can get some champagne or something if you want.” 

[loralailunas]

Brown hues glued themselves to the MacBook screen in front of her, fingers typing quickly at the keyboard, sending the lastest vlog off to the editor as she finished up the touches on the photo she had to post to Instagram. This was the part that no one talked about, the part she hated, where she pointed out every flaw on her own body and pulled it to where it should have fit. Loralai caught a figure out of her peripheral, only assuming it was the employee coming to take her order – at least, by the clothes, she’d guessed. Fucking finally. “Half Caff Mocha latte, two splendas not sugar, three creams,” she barked out, a hand coming up to wave them away, her eyes never leaving the screen, though she hadn’t seen them budge. A sigh came from her lips as she looked away from her laptop, her tone annoyed as she spoke. “Well? What the hell are you waiting for, an invitation?”

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Blake had heard rumours about a certain raven-haired girl being back in town, so he could only assume that some form of bad karma was catching up to him. Knowing that he’d have to run into her eventually, when he saw her sitting in the coffee shop as if she owned the place, he decided to try and get all the unpleasantries out of the way; about to greet her before she rattled off her order, looking down at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Three creams? No wonder you’re using Facetune,” Blake told her nastily, refusing to let her insult him before he had the chance to do the same to her. In truth, she had never looked better, but there was no way in hell she was going to hear those words leave his lips. He only stared her down when their eyes met, arms crossing accross his chest. “You’re as polite as ever.” 

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                                       𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 ♔ 𝟚𝟙 ♔ 𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕

                                                          “Be myself?

                                        What kind of garbage advice is that?” 

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yourqueenpax‌:

“You’re literally swaying while trying to stand up straight,” Pax rolled his eyes, “Oh yes, because not doing blow means you’re not completely fucked up. I forgot.” Sarcasm rolled off of Pax’s words as he pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to the unnecessarily semi-nude male. “I think you need a parent, not a drinking buddy.”

“But I am standing straight now,” he pointed out, leaning against the counter for support. “I’m not completely fucked up, don’t be such a buzzkill. I’m like, three shots away from getting there,” Blake told him childishly, frowning when parents were mentioned. “No. I’m not staying at home tonight. Plus, who said anything about being drinking buddies? I’m just trying to get you to be fun.”