Pogue4Lyfe

They deserved this, right? To finally be together and not dance around the subject anymore. JJ gets lost in her eyes, smiling at her lovingly. "Yeah." He knows she would have waited, but he couldn't make her wait any longer. The kiss is shared, warm and loving and wanting. "I guess that's what it means." He chuckles softly, moving to wrap his arms around her and pull her against him fully. His girl, his happiness, it's not one or the other, it's both.

#collectivemuses #ship: jjxkiara #nsfw

Kiara melted into the kiss, her hands slid up to cup his face as she kissed him back with everything she'd held within for so long. Her body pressed flush against his. She felt the heat building fast between them, her body ached with need."Fuck, Jayj," she breathed against his lips, her voice steeped with desire. "I need you. All of you. Please." Her fingers tugged at his shirt, and pulled it up and off so she could run her palms over his bare skin, her nails lightly scratched down his back. She ground her hips forward, rubbed their lower halves together through their clothes, desperate for more friction.

That hot little body of hers on his only makes him feel even more feral than he had before. His hands are all over her, pulling and holding her close to him as they dance to the music. "Hmhmm. Maybe?" He chuckles, breath hot against her ear. "That pretty little smile of yours is only going to make me want you more and I know you know that." He tells her, his hand going to her chin and holding her face there as he brushes his lips in a feather light manner over hers. "You tease me, I tease you right back." His other hand is on her hip, slowly sneaking up against the soft skin of her torso.

Kiara pressed her body tighter against his, her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind that matched the pulsing beat of the music. Her arms slid up around his neck, her fingers played with the back of his neck. "Mmm, is that so?" she murmured, her voice low and full with mischief. Her lips brushed his again, barely a touch, teasing just like he accused her of. "You say I tease you, but here you are, hands wandering like you can't help yourself." She moved, she arched her back so her chest pressed firmer into him whilst his hand crept higher. Her skin is warm and smooth under his palm, and she made sure he felt every inch of it. One of her hands dropped from his neck to cover his on her hip, guided it even higher until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. "Careful," she whispered, as she nipped lightly at his lower lip. "Keep touching me like that and I might just forget we're supposed to be dancing." Her orbs sparkled with playful challenge as she swayed against him, her thigh moved against his legs. "Or maybe that's exactly what you want?"

If his eyes weren't already closed, they'd be rolling back at the feeling of Kie grinding on him. He can't help but swallow the moan that threatens to escape him when she does this, but then he's not holding back as his lips is bitten. "Mkay. . ." She doesn't have to tell him twice. Tugging the shirt up, he wants it off now. It's just hindering him from what he wants and what he wants is her skin on his. "Gorgeous." He mumbles, mostly to himself, once her top is off. Leaning in, he kisses the valley between her breasts, turning his head and placing a kiss to each.

#collectivemuses #ship: johnbxkiara

Kiara mewled in response as he pulled off her shirt, her chest rose and fall with each quick inhale. She gazed at him whilst his lips pressed into the soft skin between her breasts, then felt the warm press of his mouth on each one. Her fingers slid into his dark locks, and gripped lightly as her eyes fluttered at the sensations he evoked within. "God…that feels good," she murmured, her voice low and thick. Her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate circle, pressed against his arousal through their clothes. The brunette arched her back, and pushed her breasts closer to his face whilst her free hand reached down to tug at the hem of his shirt. "Your turn," she muttered playfully with a wicked grin etched upon her features.

Those deep brooding blue eyes never stray from her as he brings her closer to himself. "I do, I'm not about to stand here and tell you that I don't." One hand goes to her lower back, holding her closer to him as they dance. Any onlooker would most likely think that the pair is way too engulfed in each other. While his one hand is on the small of Kiara's back, the other gives her hip a squeeze. "Not tonight." He tells her with a smug smirk creeping onto his lips whne she reminds him he's tripped over himself before. Leaning in closer, he whispers in her ear. "Careful Kie, you keep moving like that and you're going to make me think you want me. . ."

Kiara's body melted into his with every step, her curves pressed flush against his chest. She felt that possessive hand on her lower back and the firm squeeze on her hip, heat blossomed low in her stomach. Her own fingers slid up his shoulder, her nails grazed the fabric as she tilted her head just enough to meet those deep brooding blue eyes. A soft, chuckle escaped her when he leaned in and whispered against her ear. She shifted her hips deliberately, rolled them in a slow, teasing circle. "Maybe I do want you," she murmured, her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Maybe I've been wanting you all night, and I'm done pretending otherwise." An innocent smile etched upon her features. "What are you going to do about it, Rafe?"

#evanave #ship: evanxkiara #cuties 😍 this is perfection 💕

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All he's asking for is one dance, that's all he feels he needs, honestly. Rafe is pretty confident in himself today, thanks to a couple of pregame shots. "One dance, Kie." He tells her, mimicking her and taking a step forward, he keeps smiling. "Mmm, that's one thing I posses. NERVE." Grabbing her hand, he chuckles. "Don't worry, Kie, I'm not going to step on your toes." He pulls her in close and begins to dance to the music in a sensual way. Is he doing too much? Maybe, he doesn't care.

Kiara's breath hitched as his hand closed around hers, warm and insistent. The pulse of the music seemed to thrum right through the floor, up her legs, and settled low in her stomach. She should pull away, she knew she should, but the heat in his eyes and the easy confidence in his grip made her hesitate just long enough for him to tug her forward. "Nerve," she repeated, a low chuckle expelled from her lips. "Yeah, you've got a lot of that, Rafe." The brunette lifted her free hand, and hovered for a second before she settled on his shoulder. He's pulled her close, too close, maybe, but the sway of his hips against hers was already syncing with the beat, instinctive and sure. "You sure about that?" she murmured, she titled her chin to meet his gaze. "Because I've seen you trip over your own feet at Alex's party last summer," she teased, with a grin. Her hips rolled against his, and matched the slow, grinding rhythm he's set. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shoulder, not to push him away, but to anchor herself. She's not saying no. And they both know it.

Ellis looked back in Vergil's direction, and she noticed that he was with some of the guys he went to high school with, old teammates from the football team. "Trust me, he's just here to hang out. I don't see any girls over there or him looking around. I doubt he's here for someone," Ellis said as she looked at her friend.

Looking over to the pool table. "My pool skills are horrendous. Kyle is the master mind behind that game. How are yours? Because if we're both terrible at it, I plan to have some guys paying us attention tonight."

#redemptivexheroics #ship: ellisxkiara

A soft hum fell from her lips as Kiara nodded, as she listened. "Good…that's good," she murmured, as a small smile formed. She dared to glance in his direction before she focused on Ellis. A low chuckle expelled from her lips, as she leaned against the edge of the pool table and traced the felt with her fingertips. "Oh, I'm terrible. Like, embarrassingly bad. I once pocketed the cue ball three times in a row and still tried to pretend I meant to do it." She rolled her eyes at the memory the boys laughed so hard, then a sly grin etched upon her features as she looked at her. "But that's kind of the point, isn't it? Nothing gets guys hovering faster than two girls who clearly have no idea what they're doing, bending over the table, taking forever to line up a shot, asking for advice…" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Kyle might be the mastermind, but we can be the distraction. Just have to make sure we look good while we're missing everything."

paradisusinterra

He hummed against her lips in agreement, feeling her cum around his cock and coat her fingers, he pulled back a little to watch her cum, just looking at her, admiring her.

Coop was in awe as he watched Kiera cum for him. She looked so beautiful, so perfect.

He pulled his hand back and sucked on his fingers, tasting her and humming at the taste before smirking at her. He was about to roll off and pull out when she pulled him closer, grabbing his ass. He laughed a little, holding himself up a little, so not to squash her.

"Yeah it was. Pretty fucking intense." He replied and kissed her lightly. "You are so incredible, and beautiful." He whispered.

#paradisusinterra #ship: coopxkiara #nsfw ish

Kiara's body hummed with the aftershocks of her release. She held him there, her fingers traced the curve of his backside, she felt the tension still coiled in his muscles. When he laughed softly and kissed her, she melted into it, her lips parted just enough to let the warmth of his compliment sink in.

"Not as incredible as you," she murmured against his mouth. Her hand slid from his backside up his back, her nails lightly grazed his skin, and left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Watching you watch me…that was everything." She shifted beneath him, the slick evidence of her arousal still warm between her thighs, and she pressed a tender kiss to his jaw, then his neck. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered, her hips rolled slightly, inviting him to stay buried inside her a little longer. "I want to feel you, full and deep, just like this."

Her eyes met his, dark and soft, a smile graced her features. "And I want to taste you too, later. But first…come here." She pulled his head down, and kissed him deeply, her tongue slid against his in a slow, deliberate dance that mirrored the languid rhythm of their bodies still joined.

"Okay, good, just be ready." Kiara tells her sister before they creep forward. If need be, she's going to give the guy Hell. It's only a matter of a brief period of tie before they find out how much they're going to have to put up a fight. At one point he spots Kie ad he heads toward her. "Go that way, get him from behind, she quickly whispers to her sister before she begins walking straight toward the guy. This might be stupid, actually, because the closer they get, the bigger the dude actually is. . .

#collectivemuses #ship: kiaraxkaitlyn

Kaitlyn's heart hammered against her ribs as she followed Kie, each step took them closer to the massive figure. At her sisters request, she hesitated for a split second, her instincts screamed at her to stay with her sister, but she trusted her plan. She had to. "Got it," she whispered back, barely audible even to herself. She darted to the left, and kept low. Her eyes stayed locked on the man, watching his posture. He was huge, broad shoulders. His head swiveled, tracked Kie's approach like a predator sizing up prey. Fuck, this is insane, she mused, but she kept moving. She circled wide, putting distance between herself and her sister, aimed for the blind spot behind a stack of crates. Her hand brushed against the metal of the tire iron she'd picked up earlier. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. She paused behind the crates, peered around the edge. Kiara was maybe twenty feet from the guy now, still walking, still steady. Kaitlyn breathed deeply. She readied herself, muscles tightened , whilst she waited for the moment, the split second where she'd need to close the distance and hit him hard before he even knew she was there. Don't fuck this up. I've got your back. She screamed as she ran towards him and hit him on the back of his legs, then again on his back when he went down. Her other hand reached for her sister, "come on lets go," she shouted high from the rush of adrenaline, that pumped through her veins.

"Yeah, it's kinda just a skill that I have." He tells her, tapping his hands together. "Hmm, I'm not saying it to be creepy, I'm just telling you that you have a very strong presence." And it's a good thing, in his opinion. The way she's looking at him, Rafe is feeling some type of way. "Dance with me, Kie." He licks his lips and holds out a hand. "One dance."

Kiara's hazel hues flicker down to his outstretched hand, then back up to his face. The air between them felt thicker now, charged with something unspoken. A soft sigh expelled from her lips, a small smile formed at the corner of her lips, not quite giving in, but not shutting him down either. "One dance, huh?" She tilted her head, her eyes narrowed playfully. "And what makes you think I'm the type of girl who just falls for that smooth talk?" She didn't move away. Instead, she took a step closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. "You've got a lot of nerve, Rafe. I'll give you that." She lifted her hand, but didn't take his, just lets her fingers ghost over his palm, a deliberate hesitation. "But if you step on my toes, I'm out. Deal?"

Official. That's a word that he's been afraid of in the past, but now? No, he's here for it completely. Kissing the side of her mouth, he pulls back and looks at her for a moment. "Yeah." He agrees. "I like it." There's a soft chuckle that follows before he's moving his body closer to hers and kissing her fully on the lips. They're finally together and he knows how much this has taken to get to this point. Thank God Kie is a patient woman.

#collectivemuses #ship: jjxkiara

As he pulled back, the space between them electric. Their foreheads rest together, shared the same air. Kiara couldn't believe this was finally happening. His agreement settled something deep in her chest, a missing puzzle piece clicking into place. She brought her hand up to cup his jaw, her thumb traced the line of his cheekbone. "Had to wait for you to catch up," she murmured, a soft smile etched upon her features. Her tone held quiet affection. "But I would've waited longer." His next kiss melted any remaining distance between them. She opened her mouth eagerly to him, her fingers threaded through his locks as she deepened the kiss slowly, savoring it. There's no rush, no fear of what comes next, just two people finally on the same page. When they break apart, she's breathless. "So," she added, her voice a little husky, "does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?" her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Watching her turn to look at him, Rafe gives a small smirk. "It got your attention, did it not?" He raises a brow at her, slowly nodding his head as he looks her over. "Hmm, I always know where you are, Kiara." It's not said to be intimidating, he's just very aware of her. "I don't know, I just wanted to see you." Rafe licks his lips and takes a step forward. You look good."

Kiara held his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passed through her hazel orbs before she masked it with a knowing smile. She didn't step back, didn't give him the satisfaction of space. "You always know where I am, huh?" She tilted her head, folded her arms loosely over her chest. "That's either really flattering or really creepy, Rafe. I haven't decided which one yet," she teased, but there's a sharpness underneath, a reminder that she's not easily impressed or intimidated. Her eyes gave him the once over, slow and deliberate, before she met his eyes again. "But I got to admit…you got my attention." She gave a small shrug. "So now that you've got it, what exactly are you planning to do with it?"

“I’m not sure I could,” Isaiah admitted with a small breath of a laugh. “I mean… I’d probably figure it out if I had to, but for argument’s sake, I hope that day never comes.” He glanced at her, something softer settling into his expression. “You’re a constant in my life. How am I supposed to fill a Kiara-sized hole if your chaos isn’t there?” A smirk tugged at his lips. “And let’s be real—we complement each other’s chaos way too well.”

He smiled when she agreed to twelve-thirty, clearly pleased.

“Perfect. I’ll swing by and pick you up,” he said. “And don’t worry about the plane ticket—I had a feeling you’d say yes, so I already took care of it.” His tone turned a little more casual, like it was no big deal. “All you’ve gotta do is get some sleep and pack for two weeks in L.A.”

The words lingered longer than he expected.

Two weeks… with Kiara.

Something about that settled differently this time—deeper, heavier. It stirred a feeling he hadn’t really let himself acknowledge before, but now it was hard to ignore. People had always joked about them, hinted at something more beneath the surface.

Were they actually getting close to crossing that line?

His jaw tightened slightly as the thought took hold.

If there was ever a time to find out… this was it.

#redemptivexheroics #ship: isaiahxkiara

Kiara's lips curled into a teasing smile, her eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and something softer, more contemplative. "Two weeks, huh? Well, I guess I'd better start preparing for the chaos, your chaos, my chaos, and maybe a little chaos of my own just to keep things interesting." She paused, her voice dropped to a more serious tone, though the playfulness still lingered. "And you better believe I'll be packing enough to keep us both sane, or at least pretending to be. As for that hole…I think I'd miss you too much if I suddenly disappeared. Besides, it's kind of comforting knowing you'd be lost without a little of my chaos to keep things lively."

She leaned in slightly, her expression softened. "If we're really about to cross that line, Isa, I'll warn you, once we do, there's no going back. But maybe that's exactly what we need. Two weeks in L.A., chaos and all, might just be the start of something neither of us expected. So, I'll see you at twelve-thirty, and I'll make sure I'm ready, chaotic or not, because I've got a feeling you're about to change everything, and I'm curious to see where this goes."

“Wait… Reignhart?” Kiesha’s brows shot up before a grin spread across her face. “You snagged him? Okay, I’ve gotta admit—my baby sister’s got taste.” She gave an approving nod. “Always got a bad-boy vibe from him. Bad boy with a heart of gold, though.” Her smirk softened just a touch. “I’m impressed. You got a good one—don’t let him go.”

She let out a laugh, shaking her head.

“Oh, he’s definitely gonna piss his pants when he finds out I’m in town,” she added, amusement lacing her voice. “And if he’s smart—which, let’s be honest, the jury’s still out on that—he’ll keep himself in line around you.” Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Him and that other idiot.”

#redemptivexheroics #ship: keishaxkiara

Kiara couldn't help but smile at her teasing, feeling a flutter of warmth and a hint of nervousness twist in her stomach. "Well, I guess I better prepare myself then," she answered, her voice light but tinged with genuine affection. "He's got a reputation for being a handful, but I've seen glimpses of something different, something real beneath all that bravado. If he's really got a heart of gold, then I'd say he's worth the trouble. And as for keeping him in line," she added, her eyebrows raised, "I think I can handle a little chaos, especially if it means I get to see that side of him. But honestly, I'm more curious about what's coming from you, what's this "bad boy with a heart of gold" got planned next? Because I have a feeling this isn't just about teasing or reputation. It's about something real, and I want to see where it takes us." Her gaze flickered with a mixture of determination and anticipation, eager to see what the future held, together or apart, she was ready for whatever was coming.

Vergil chuckled at her reaction, clearly pleased. That was exactly what he’d been going for.

“I had a feeling you’d like the distance being a little shorter,” he said, glancing over at her. “That’s why I pushed so hard for Norfolk. Though knowing my luck, the next place I get stationed will be even farther.” He exhaled softly, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips. “Hopefully by then… it won’t matter. You can just come with me.”

At her suggestion, he nodded, his smile growing just a bit.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” he said. “I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to help me look for a place.” He paused, considering. “Still can’t decide if I should go for a house or an apartment… but yeah, apartment might be easier.”

#redemptivexheroics #ship: vergilxkiara #boy did she have a lot to say i'm sorry

Kiara's eyes softened as she looked at him, her mind swirled with a mix of hope and apprehension. She gently squeezed his arm, to anchor herself in the moment, knowing that this decision was more than just about finding a new place, it was about their future, about whether they could forge a new path together amidst the uncertainties. Her voice wavered slightly, revealing her vulnerability, "You know, I've always believed in us, but sometimes I wonder if we're rushing into things without really thinking about what it all means. It's not just about the distance or the logistics of where we'll live, it's about whether we're truly ready to make a commitment that big. I want to believe that we can find a place that feels like home, a sanctuary from everything outside, where we can breathe and just be ourselves. But I also worry about the chaos, about the unpredictability of life, of deployments, of changes that might pull us apart just when we're starting to settle in. Still, despite all that, I know one thing for sure. I don't want to lose what we have. That's why I want to help you find a place, a space could be ours, where we can build something real. Maybe an apartment is the best choice, something manageable, cozy, a little haven we can call ours without the stress of maintaining a large house. I want to be there for you, to create a life where we're not just surviving but thriving together, no matter what the future holds. Because in the end, it's not about the size of the place or how far away we are, it's about us, and whether we're willing to fight for what we want, side by side, every step of the way. I love you.”

“I’m not counting on it,” Isaiah said with a quiet scoff, “but it’d be nice for once if they actually supported my career choice. I mean, it’s not like I’m out there selling drugs or turning into some psycho serial killer.” He shook his head, a hint of disbelief in his tone. “You’d think drifting from their perfect little life plan was a capital offense or something.”

The day his parents accepted the life he chose? Yeah… that’d be the day hell froze over.

Isaiah slipped an arm around Kiara’s shoulders, pulling her in just a little.

“You’re always gonna be my family, no matter what life throws at me,” he said, voice softer now but steady. “And if anyone’s got something to say about it…” a small smirk tugged at his lips, “…they can kindly fuck off.”

He gave her shoulder a light squeeze before pulling back slightly.

“And don’t mention it. Won’t be the last time I get you something.”

He chuckled under his breath. "In that case, when it's time to get my dream car, I know who my road trip buddy is gonna be."