#muchallure

[cherrysugcr]

closed starter for @muchallure

There were many expectations of Orson since returning to his hometown. Even though he lived on his own his mother yearned to see him constantly. A way to satisfy that need of her was by agreeing to attend church. He wouldn't tell her this but when he moved away he rarely went to a religious service but there was some nostalgia about the whole thing. Quickly he found himself enjoying the Sunday service mainly because of the new priest, the handsome priest. Right away he felt something, off about him but not in a bad way. As they were leaving Orson's mother insisted the two meet and from meeting the older man's gaze that feeling only intensified.

Now Orson found himself thinking of the other in ways that were anything but holy. Which is how he found himself back at the church a few days later looking to confess. Sure he wasn't overly religious but if anyone could hear these thoughts without extreme judgement it would be a church leader. As he settled into his side of the confessional booth he sighed with relief at knowing someone was there. "Forgive me father for I have sinned," he started feeling the words fall out of his mouth without having to think about them.

[tkachukmatthew]

closed starter for @muchallure

she sighs, knocking her head back against the wall. this feels ridiculous sometimes but she is never able to stop herself from doing it when she's given the look. her hands wander along their back, tracing along the curve of her hips until she can grasp at her ass, guiding her closer. she hears one of the girls call out her name and alexis has to bite down on her lip to stop from answering, not because she wants to but what they do with their tongue against her neck always drives her crazy.

[touchbased]

"so, who'd you end up kissing at midnight?" / @muchallure

[romanticlcver]

continued from here! @muchallure

neither of them seem willing to admit that they know each other, which is for the best. everyone can remain oblivious to the tension that she suddenly feels, and she can just...exist in her own personal hell, apparently. her smile returns but it feels faker than ever, cheeks hurting as she gives him a firm handshake. "he hasn't?" she gives her date a playful look of surprise, jaw dropping dramatically. a soft (nervous) laugh passes through her lips as she turns her attention back to karl. "we haven't been dating for too long, but i-" she's cut off as someone else steals the attention of her date and he walks in another direction, claiming that he'll be back. which means that she's left alone with karl. her smile becomes a tight thing suddenly, grinning and bearing it as she stares awkwardly at him. the mask she's been wearing seems to slip away and her normal awkward self suddenly shines through, incapable to think of anything to fill the space between them. "so...that's your brother?" she eventually manages to get out, cringing as soon as she speaks.

[spillurgvts-a]

starter for @muchallure

"you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?"

[wehavefoundthestars]

Plotted starter for @muchallure

It was always nice to hear that people were so happy to be taught by him that he got recommended by them to new people. He had never heard the name Lucas before, by now he knew everyone in town so he could only assume that whoever he was might be from a town over. Wherever he came from Elio was always happy to teach whoever wanted to. Everything was prepared for his new student's arrival. So when the doorbell of the house he ranted rang he walked over to open it.

"Good afternoon," He greeted the younger man who was standing on the other side of it, "I take it you are Luca?"

[citrusfield]

@muchallure

“can't you give me a break and go annoy someone else?”

[thickskll]

⸺ * | closed starter for ⎯⎯ @muchallure ⸺ * | continued from here.

if it were anyone else, oliver would have already taken what he wanted and went on his way. there is something thrilling about the build-up to this moment with archie, the time he spent thinking about the other man and reshuffling his work schedule just to make this 'coincidental' encounter happen. oliver felt like an obsessed teenager, one infatuated thought away from doodling archie's name all over a notepad with hearts and coloured pens. he almost doesn't recognise himself but in a way that makes him want to tap into this unexplored version rather than shy away from it. he can't recall the last time he ever wanted to be in a relationship with anyone, even now there is a part of him wondering if his interest will still be just as consistent once they spent a night together. the unknown of it all is terrifying because, for the first time, oliver cares about hurting someone with his carelessness. rather than get caught up in his mind, oliver shuts out his thoughts, files away all of his insecurities and allows himself to focus on the present. he soaks up archie's words, every syllable, every intake of breath that comes as a reaction to his touch. "careful, scout, you're starting to sound like you might actually have a crush" he points out, without being able to help himself. his tone carries no mockery or even a hint of disfavour. oliver should know better than to take anyone by their word but it's hard not to be void of doubt when archie speaks. he takes the other man's thumb between his teeth, slowly sucking it in until he draws it to the back of his mouth and then releases it. "oh yeah?" his eyes glitter at the other hand then slide shut in response to his throat being squeeze, a low hum rumbles in his chest. oliver groans loudly and unashamedly into archie's mouth, his arms wrapping tightly around his waist and holding him as close as possible to his frame. "hmm, i can think of a place to start..." oliver gives his answer with a press of his hips into archie's then kisses his way across his throat up to his mouth, continuing to roll his hips. "...just anywhere, archie, i don't think i've ever wanted to be touched by another person as much as i want to be touched by you.." the tip of his nose bumps against archie's, hands travelling down the man's back to slip under the waistband of his trousers and kneading his bare skin. "you feel so good, scout" oliver groans.