kvllerdreams

[kvllerdreams]

eau de résistance

kvllerdreams ─ selective and low activity indie rp blog, penned by ren (she/her, gmt , 25+ ) dash only.

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[kvllerdreams]

i ✨ love ✨ when karma works and i’m proven right even if it is years later

[sugcrtalkin]

abel pulled the keys to the toyota from his pocket and tossed them to her without hesitation. "the car drives fine. it's old but reliable," he glanced toward the door. "i'll grab your lipgloss when i take your car. don't worry about it." eyes flicked down to her bare feet. "find shoes in her closet or grab some from by the door. you can't drive barefoot and you can't leave prints anywhere else in this house. and before you get out of the car, take them off. don't wan't to leave the print of her shoes anywhere," his voice was clipped, efficient. "the toyota's parked on the next block down on eighteenth. you'll see it." male was already mentally running through his own timeline. getting her car out of here, disposing of it properly, making sure the crew had everything they needed before they arrived. too many moving pieces, too many things that could still go wrong. decides against asking for her keys, he'll hotwire it. make the car seem like it was stolen should anybody find it, which they won't. because it'll be burned before being dumped into a lake deep in the woods. "go," timbre is much gentler than when he'd first entered the home. moving toward the door, and opening it slightly to check the street. "don't speed, don't draw attention. just drive straight there." his hand found her lower back briefly, a final gesture before she left. "text me when you're there. and ainsley?" he waited until she looked at him. "we're going to talk about all of this later. but right now, just focus on getting to safety."

[kvllerdreams]

the year or model of a car never bothered ainsley, her own car was a glorified rust bucket waiting to drive its last mile ... which she realised that soon it would be doing just that. "okay i'll grab some shoes and go", femme nods at his instructions, the safe house they would need to go to and the rules she'd need to adhere to on the way — not that she was a speeder, unlike abel himself. with a pair of slightly too big sneakers on her feet she tugs her bag up her shoulder and makes for the door. her stomach starts to knot at the realisation that she would need to do this step alone, trust herself not to make a mistake like she's clearly been doing all night long according to abel. "alright i'll be good, no cops will bother their asses with me", promises with a tight smile, hoping that what she was saying was true. "yeah, we are", because there were a lot of things that needed to be discussed about what had gone down here tonight and ainsley wasn't going to feel at ease until it happened. with one final look at him she stepped outside, holding her purse to her side and the keys in her hand as she walked down the block like abel had told her. spotting the old car she attempted to keep her gait slow and easy, unlocking it and dropping her purse beside her. now alone it felt like the entire day was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe as she tried to slot the key into the ignition. after a few failed attempts the engine finally turned over, a welcome hum around her as she pulled away from the sidewalk and began driving toward the safe house. the drive was thankfully uneventful, the roads quiet but not empty, her palms sweating against the wheel until she parked up at the house and tugged out her phone — i'm here, going inside now.

[sugcrtalkin]

"why can't i just fucking keep my toy? you're just arguing back for the sake of it …" she's pouting, but it's true. it's not like he didn't also have fun when she started breaking out all the toys from the chest beneath her bed. "i don't know, i've had a couple of men in the past that i just had to fake it with. it's a pretty good skill we women have, who knows? maybe i've been faking it this entire time and i'm just that good at pretending?" hums as she continues to pump his hard cock into her hand, looking at the brunette across the room for a second before blues are brought back to boyfriend. "keenan, she's my friend. if i tell her to drink the cum and then spit it in my mouth, she's going to listen to me, not you," points out with a saccharine smile. keenan may not like to hear that, but it was the truth. he could boss dylan around, and she'd eventually comply, but she knows ayla well enough. and perhaps that power would go to dylan's head. "you didn't even say please," she's laughing before she even gets the entire sentence out, knowing damn well he wasn't going to start now either. "you should be a dick to him. you won't have any consequences, and you can save me from them since i won't have to be a brat myself," hums as she glances toward the male to seek out his reaction, earning a laugh from the femme just as she undoes the strings to the bottoms of her bikini. sloppily tosses them in ayla's direction, letting out a whine when his palm comes down on ass. "mhm … i love getting you all riled up, you know? until you take out all the frustration on me."

[kvllerdreams]

"because you said you were gonna use it to go against my rules princess, i'm not gonna take a chance so sorry but you'll just have to hope you can be good enough this weekend to earn my dick in all your holes." her comment is absurd enough to make him laugh, shaking his head in amusement at the mere thought of dylan faking it while they'd been together. "dyl ... every time i fuck your cunt it almost cuts off the blood supply to my dick when you cum, there's no faking that." he pitied the men who came before him for never getting to experience the bliss that was her walls clamping around their cock as she crumbled beneath them. he might be outnumbered with one of her friends in the room but keenan wasn't going to let that get in the way of a solid punishment if she deserved it. "then i'll make you fuckin' spit it back out princess, 'cause if she knows what's good for her she won't listen to you and your slutty little begging." besides, ayla seemed far too meek to ever go against him, sitting there with eyes the size of saucers as if she was seeing an alien in the flesh for the first time. "she can barely open her mouth dyl, you think she's gonna start mouthing off at me?" homme lightly taunts as he glances toward the other woman, raising his brows in challenge. maybe if he verbally pokes her enough she might actually learn something tonight. the sound of his palm making contact with her juicy ass is music to his ears, a groan escaping as he kneels up on to the bed, grasping her thighs with both hands and spreading them wide. "look at that ... dripping down your fuckin' thighs and i haven't even touched you ... " his mouth salivated as he grasped his length, nudging it between her drenched folds and letting it glide up toward her clit. "smearing my fuckin' cunt with your cream princess, so damn dirty."

[maikadmonroe]

Maika Monroe & Bill Skarsgård in Villains (2019)

[mikasource]

mika.abdalla climbing around in the American Eagle | Off Campus collection

[ungraceds]

has   to   remind   himself   that   this   was   all   her   brilliant   idea   :   stowing   away   in   a   bedroom   ,   hidden   from   prying   eyes   (   her   most   favorite   pair   somewhere   downstairs   )   and   feeding   into   the   sensual   assumptions   they'll   undoubtedly   reach   .   wouldn't   be   out   of   character   for   him   to   bring   a   girl   up   here   — has   done   so   hundreds   of   times   .   but   she's   different   ,   off   -   limits   in   a   way   that   he   isn't   used   to   .   scoffs   ,   pulling   a   face   :   wanting   to   point   out   that   if   she   plans   to   date   this   guy   ,   then   he   should   like   her   inner   weirdo   .   but   he   doesn't   .   instead   ,   "   like   i'd   let   you   send   him   a   text   without   reading   it   first   ..   i'm   offended   you'd   think   i'd   be   such   a   sloppy   boyfriend   .   "   doesn't   do   anything   half   -   assed   ,   least   of   all   a   fake   relationship   he's   trying   to   sell   to   her   shit   -   for   -   brains   lover   boy   .   kind   of   likes   pulling   one   over   on   the   guy   ,   doesn't   particularly   like   him   ..   not   that   he   has   much   of   a   reason   .   his   face   looks   exceptionally   punchable   .   smile   tugs   at   corners   of   his   mouth   at   her   retort   ,   side   glancing   the   closet   across   the   room   .   "   even   better   ,   i   got   a   walk   -   in   ...   looooots   of   room   to   get   comfortable   and   i   got   an   iphone   .   think   we're   set   .   "   notices   how   she   shrinks   herself   against   the   door   ,   as   if   being   within   four   walls   has   her   on   edge   and   immediately   ,   he's   tugging   his   gaze   away   .   while   he   may   have   a   reputation   ,   he   isn't   a   pig   .   last   thing   he   wants   is   for   her   to   feel   uncomfortable   because   she   thinks   he's   going   to   pull   something   .   not   unless   she   wants   him   to   .   shoves   that   train   of   thought   away   and   moves   to   rummage   through   his   dresser   ,   grabbing   out   one   of   his   old   hockey   camp   shirts   .   "   you   gonna   need   help   getting   out   of   it   ?   "   the   dress   ,   he   means   .   after   all   ,   she   did   say   it   was   tight   ..   isn't   trying   to   be   a   pervert   .   "   i'll   close   my   eyes   ,   if   that   makes   you   feel   better   .   "   holds   his   hand   up   ,   right   over   his   heart   ,   "   scouts   honor   .   "   notices   that   she's   taking   in   his   space   and   he's   leaning   back   against   wood   ,   watching   her   with   his   arms   crossed   and   a   lazy   smile   on   his   face   .   can't   help   but   like   how   she   looks   in   his   space   ,   as   if   she   fits   here   ...   blames   it   on   the   shot   he   took   an   hour   ago   .   "   unlike   all   the   other   stinky   boys   you   know   ,   i   wasn't   raised   in   a   barn   .   "   no   ,   he   was   raised   in   a   strict   as   shit   household   run   day   by   an   army   general   father   that   incessantly   breathes   down   his   neck   .   "   but   don't   set   your   expectations   too   high   ,   i   doubt   kyle   color   coordinates   his   closet   — he's   already   not   pretty   like   me   ,   he's   already   failing   in   that   department   .   "

[kvllerdreams]

in   the   beginning   nya   had   panicked   about   doing   this   with   roman,   faking   an   entire   relationship   to   get   kyle's   attention   —   but   the   more   time   they   spend   together   the   less   she   worries,   instead   finding   herself   almost   too   comfortable   with   him.   "hey   i   never   said   you   were   a   sloppy   boyfriend,   your   words   not   mine",   femme   argues,   palms   raised   as   she   grins.   it   takes   the   edge   off   being   in   his   bedroom,   in   a   space   entirely   devoted   to   him   and   shut   off   from   everyone   else.   nya   didn't   kid   herself   into   thinking   this   was   the   first   time   roman's   brought   a   girl   here,   she   agreed   to   their   deal   for   that   very   reason,   but   it's   definitely   her   first   time   being   led   anywhere   at   a   party.   "a   walk   in   closet?   what   the   hell   do   you   need   that   much   space   for?   all   your   black   bomber   jackets   and   hockey   stuff?"   snorting   she   shakes   her   head,   but   the   thought   of   not   having   to   go   back   out   there   is   amazing.   glancing   down   to   the   shirt   he   holds   out   nya   nods   and   gently   takes   it   from   him,   anything   was   better   than   feeling   like   her   ribs   were   being   smushed   together.   "huh?   oh   ...   oh   um,   maybe?   the   zip   kinda   got   stuck   a   little   when   i   was   putting   it   on,   my   roommate   helped   so   can   you   tug   it   down   like,   a   little?   i   can   do   the   rest."   god   she   can   feel   her   cheeks   heating   up   again,   imagining   roman   so   close   to   her,   undressing   her.   her   stomach   flips   as   her   hands   clutch   the   shirt,   holding   it   against   her   stomach   before   she   rolls   her   warm   hues.   "bold   of   you   to   assume   i   have   all   that   experience   with   stinky   boys   ...   or   any   boys   really.   i   just   ...   i   dunno,   i   guess   i   maybe   misjudged   your   cleanliness   a   little."   dropping   the   shirt   onto   his   desk   she   gathers   her   curls,   tugging   them   over   her   shoulder   as   she   turns   to   give   him   access   to   the   zipper   running   down   her   spine.   "oh   my   god,   are   you   really   comparing   who's   prettier?"   makes   sense   that   roman   would   be   competitive   about   ...   well,   anything.   hockey   players   aren't   exactly   known   for   being   happy   to   lose.   "and   he's   not   as   pretty   as   you",   femme   admits,   staring   at   his   wall   as   her   teeth   scrape   at   her   bottom   lip.   "he's   different,   like   ...   like   a   guy   who   lives   in   his   camper   van   and   drinks   oat   milk",   admission   pours   out   of   her   and   nya   laughs   at   the   image   she's   painting,   a   guy   who   might   brew   his   own   kombucha   in   a   few   years   time   —   an   honestly   awful   thought   if   she's   being   truthful.

[ungraceds]

doesn't   plan   on   only   making   him   forget   about   the   other   women   he   indulges   within   her   absence   ,   but   wants   to   desecrate   their   memory   entirely   .   isn't   the   jealous   type   but   she   is   woefully   possessive   — desire   to   claw   beneath   his   skin   and   harbor   there   intensifying   as   the   taste   of   him   shatters   along   her   tongue   .   there's   a   delicate   lure   to   her   lips   ,   a   ghost   of   a   smile   at   the   curse   that   rolls   deliciously   off   of   his   mouth   and   is   no   sooner   licked   off   .   is   ravenous   ,   the   heated   press   of   their   mouths   encouraging   the   furious   throb   between   plush   thighs   and   making   her   feel   light   -   headed   ..   drunk   when   she's   fully   sober   .   "   if   your   cock   is   any   indication   ,   that   must've   been   a   lot   ..   "   a   soft   noise   is   muffled   along   the   drawl   of   his   tongue   ,   chest   arching   into   his   grasp   as   strap   falls   haphazardly   down   her   shoulder   and   ,   without   hesitation   ,   she's   helping   him   shove   the   other   one   down   ,   too   .   the   front   of   her   dress   falls   open   ,   flimsy   and   revealing   full   breasts   ,   nipples   already   pebbled   from   just   the   press   of   his   mouth   .   would   be   embarrassed   if   she   couldn't   feel   the   hard   imprint   of   his   length   against   her   ass   .   "   mm   ,   there   he   is   ...   "   she's   grinning   ,   nails   scathing   his   pelvis   as   she   slowly   tugs   his   boxers   and   pants   down   ,   lifting   her   hips   to   inch   the   fabric   lower   ,   "   desperate   and   needy   ,   just   how   i   like   him   .   "   if   he   were   any   other   way   ,   she   wouldn't   be   in   his   lap   about   to   gift   him   with   exactly   what   he's   requesting   .   well   ,   almost   .   she's   glancing   between   them   ,   his   cock   free   and   bobbing   in   the   air   for   her   ,   and   she's   resting   a   hand   on   his   shoulder   ,   using   him   as   leverage   so   she   can   grind   lace   -   covered   cunt   along   bare   length   .   "   can   you   feel   how   wet   i   am   through   my   panties   ,   d   ?   "   leans   forward   ,   tongue   flicking   out   to   drag   along   his   lips   ,   a   shuddered   breath   catching   as   his   tip   nudges   her   clit   ,   "   how   bad   do   you   want   to   be   inside   of   me   ?   "   whispers   on   a   taunt   ,   free   hand   wrapping   around   his   balls   and   squeezing   them   in   her   palm   .   hard   .   "   i   bet   i   could   make   you   cum   just   like   this   ..   "   admires   the   lewd   scene,   his   cock   gliding   between   soaked   folds   ,   heavy   hues   fluttering   down   at   him   ,   "   wouldn't   be   the   first   pair   you've   ruined   .   "   and   they   wouldn't   be   the   last   .

[kvllerdreams]

dante   could   deny   that   he   misses   her,   he   could   have   even   asked   nikita   to   get   out   of   his   car   and   gone   home   —   but   home   to   what?   to   an   empty   apartment   or   a   woman   who   only   served   to   remind   him   of   how   he   wanted   her   instead?   so   he   happily   swallows   down   her   gloating   and   smugness   for   the   sake   of   being   able   to   feel   her   again,   that   soft   body   rubbing   against   him   as   his   cock   leaks   into   his   trousers.   with   her   chest   bared   his   hands   grope   at   each   tit,   reacquainting   himself   with   how   fucking   perfectly   they   fit   in   his   palms.   custom   made   for   his   greedy   touch.   "and   judging   by   how   your   nipples   could   fuckin'   cut   glass   right   now   i   can   say   the   same   about   you,   nik."   hardened   buds   rub   against   his   skin   before   he   tugs   at   her   nipples,   a   biting   pull   before   he's   back   cupping   them.   "that's   it   baby   ..   take   me   out",   the   sheer   relief   he   feels   at   his   balls   no   longer   being   strangled   by   his   trousers   is   almost   enough   to   make   him   cum   then   and   there,   thick   length   rubbing   sweetly   against   her   clothed   pussy.   "shit   ...   "   jaw   clenches   as   she   grinds   herself   against   him,   heat   coating   his   shaft   as   his   fingers   tighten   their   hold   on   her   breasts.   "you're   probably   soaking   my   cock,   needy   fuckin'   slut   huh?",   homme   rasps,   precum   smearing   across   the   thin   fabric   as   her   tongue   glides   across   his   mouth.   her   hand   grabbing   his    balls   shouldn't   turn   him   on   as   much   as   it   does,   the   sharp  pain   only   making   him   want   to   fuck   her   more.   "and   you'd   get   none   of   my   cum   inside   your   cunt   ...   is   that   what   you   want,   nik?   to   make   a   mess   all   over   those   panties   and   wear   'em   home?   lick   them   clean   when   i'm   not   around   to   see?"   as   the   tension   and   pleasure   increases   her   words   seem   to   come   freer,   edges   smoothed   into   admissions   of   needing   him,   of   past   encounters   that   have   left   her   drenched   and   aching.   "wouldn't   be   the   first   pair   i've   taken   home   with   me   either",   chin   tips   upward   to   catch   her   mouth   with   his   own,   one   hand   leaving   her   heavy   tits   to   slip   between   their   moving   bodies   —   tugging   those   flimsy   panties   aside   to   finally   feel   her   bare   cunt   rubbing   against   him.   "do   it   again",   demands   against   her   lips,   "get   your   cream   all   over   my   cock   before   you   ride   it   nik   —   show   me   you   can   be   a   good   fuckin'   girl   when   you   want   to   be." 

[sugcrtalkin]

"and then what's gonna happen with my mouth? could shove the dildo in there, but since you're so hellbent on tossing it in the lake, i guess you'll just have to deal with me running my bratty mouth," knows there's other alternatives, but it's the argument she's putting forth for now. but he's right, she won't be able to use it unless he says she can, considering they're going to be together for the entire weekend. hand still stroking him professionally, thumb swirling across the slit of his cock. "baby, you know i can't help but be a mouthy slut," slender shoulders lift into a shrug, she's blinking lashes at him, feeding into her innocent act. hears the lock click in time with keenan slapping her tits again, and she's moaning once again when he pulls on the hard bud, undoing the string around her back to let flimsy fabric fall in between them. "mmm… maybe. but what if it just looks like i faked it because i got tired of how many times i was just right there and then you made me lose it?" sucks on her teeth, but lips part with a gasp when he grabs her by the neck. can feel arousal seeping through tight hole and ruining the bottoms of her bikini at both the gesture and his words. "is that a threat? that sounds fuckin' hot … bet she'd like it too," wet appendage tangles with his as he makes a home in her mouth, fondling full balls and tugging on them gently. looks at the other femme when he's ordering her around, "baby, you have to be nice. remember? she's used to the one being in charge …" giggles as she moves to pull the chair exactly the way keenan demanded, could see the pink tint shading her cheeks. "ayla, you have to push back a little. don't be such a pliant, meek girl." her hands are reaching to undo her shorts as she walks toward the bed, feeling his hand tugging at her golden tresses. letting them fall down toned legs and kicking them off before she's climbing onto the plush mattress, toying with the strings of bottoms. "god, i'm so fuckin' wet right now."

[kvllerdreams]

it was admirable how she thought she could talk her way into keeping that dildo, believing that she could sway him when there were so many other ways to keep her mouth full. "that's what your slutty little thongs are for dyl, they'll fit nice and snug in that greedy mouth of yours — no dildo needed." raising his brows the man laughed, shaking his head at her logic, "princess, by the time i decide to let you cum you'll probably end up crying ... you're not gonna be able to fake that shit." her hand sliding up and down his cock was pure magic, shivers running down his spine as her friend stepped further into the bedroom. "maybe she will, but you won't get a single fuckin' taste of my cum the entire night — if she wants it i'll make her drink every damn drop before you get a chance." loves how her pupils blow out from his rough touches, grabbing his girl in a way he knew she'd appreciate. groaning out of their kiss keenan casts a glance at the other woman, "i thought i was, or at least not mean", homme shrugs, what could they expect when he was rock hard? being a gentleman was definitely not on the cards tonight. once the chair is in position keenan admires his girl climbing onto the bed, peachy ass up with those tits heavy and begging to be smacked. "you can be a dick to me, ayla. i really don't give a fuck once i get to be inside my girl." he only had eyes for dylan, so whatever the other woman decided to do while watching was entirely up to her ... although he wouldn't be against her joining in at some point. pushing down his trousers and stripping the remainder of his clothes from his body keenan approaches the bed, one hand tightly wrapped around his length and the other coming down hard to swat dylan's ass. "bet you are, nasty fuckin' slut who loves to be bossed around by daddy, ain't that right?"

[sugcrtalkin]

abel watched her in the mirror, taking in the determination settling back into her features. part of him wanted to argue about what she'd just said, about the idea that being with him had nothing to do with this moment, but he didn't have time for that conversation right now. "okay," he said simply, moving toward the door. "grab your bag. we're switching cars. you take the toyota, i'm taking yours and i'm getting rid of it." his voice was all business now, the logistics taking over. "once you're clear, drive straight to the safe house on fifth. you know the one." he paused at the bathroom doorway, looking back at her. "and ainsley? next time you feel that angry, you come to me first. not because i don't trust you, but because i need you thinking clearly." his jaw tightened slightly. "we're not out of this yet. the crew handles the body, but there's still a lot that can go wrong." he stepped back into the hallway, already thinking through the timeline. her car would be stripped and disposed of separately, the body handled by his crew, but until everything was actually gone and accounted for, they weren't safe. "move fast," he called back. "i want you gone before they arrive."

[kvllerdreams]

there was no part of her that felt remorse for what she had done, but if she could go back in time she would have listened to abel and planned — taken into account what a delusional bitch that woman was. with most of the blood wiped from her skin ainsley felt somewhat normal, although she still couldn't shake the feeling that he was disappointed in her. "okay ... um, can you grab my lipgloss from the cup holder before you get rid of it though? it's ... it's my favorite", and she knew that car would never be seen again, so why shouldn't she have it? despite his warning ainsley knew that everything would get done and in the end nobody would overly care that this slut had jumped town — it happened all the time. "i will, i promise. i never thought she'd be that insane." and hopefully there wouldn't be another time. walking into the hallway and living room she bent to grab her purse, sock clad feet sliding against the wooden floor. "i'm going right now", placating him seemed like the wisest move, gathering her things as she prepared to open the front door. "keys? and this car better be easy to drive, i have no shoes." a pointed glance down to her feet, raising her brows before holding her hand out for said keys.

[sincerelykelseytaylorrrrr]

do you want to fuck me in front of your friends or not

[et3rnalgarden]

[evabrighis]

OFF CAMPUS 1.03 — “The Orgasm”

[ungraceds]

"   think   you're   more   of a   problem   .   "   specifically   ,   for   her   .   he's   a   distraction   — one   that   she   has   proven   a   habit   of   getting   caught   up   in   .   and   now   ,   isn't   any   exception   .   if   she   were   smarter   ,   would've   ended   this   months   ago   after   their   last   meeting   .   unfortunately   ,   she's   always   had   an   impulsive   knack   for   dipping   her   toes   into   murky   waters   .   "   and   you're   a   terrible   sore   loser   ,   too   .   "   counters   contrarily   .   "   aw   ,   how   romantic   .   so   ,   you're   admitting   that   i'm   on   your   mind   when   you're   bottoming   out   in   other   bitches   nasty   cunts   .   you   know   just   what   to   say   to   make   a   girl   feel   special   .   "   not   that   any   of   those   details   matter   when   they're   bordering   on   cross   yet   another   line   that   they   shouldn't   be   entertaining   .   they   could   both   screw   whoever   they   want   silly   ,   and   still   ,   they'll   find   themselves   right   back   here   under   the   guise   of   '   work   '   .   and   whilst   the   issues   at   hand   were   very   much   real   ,   this   could   have   easily   been   a   phone   call   on   a   burner   phone   .   but   she   always   preferred   the   face   to   face   approach   with   him   more   .   wonder   why   .   palm   continues   to   roughly   massage   his   groin   through   trousers   ,   dark   irises   tracing   the   smug   curl   of   his   lips   and   her   own   smile   is   spreading   when   hips   lift   off   of   feather   to   press   into   her   grasp   .   "   simple   .   i   like   having   you   desperate   and   needy   — look   at   you   ,   already   so   greedy   .   more   evidence   all   those   girls   occupying   your   time   aren't   doing   a   good   enough   job   .   poor   baby   ..   "   there's   a   mocking   pout   that   takes   over   her   bottom   lip   ,   no   sooner   parting   when   his   fingers   are   sinking   beneath   pitifully   short   dress   and   her   thighs   are   twitching   on   instinct   .   hot   gaze   falters   from   his   briefly   ,   to   large   palm   inches   away   from   her   heat   ,   just   as   he's   indulging   her   and   that   please   is   fumbling   from   his   lips   .   the   appreciative   hum   that   emits   is   captured   by   the   firm   press   of   her   mouth   and   she's   exhaling   him   sharply   through   her   nose   ,   other   hand   moving   to   wrap   around   the   side   of   his   neck   .   god   ,   he   tastes   so   fucking   good   .   she's   shifting   across   the   console   ,   tongue   dragging   along   his   as   knees   settle   on   either   side   of   his   hips   ,   and   she's   sinking   into   his   lap   .   her   head   is   tilting   ,   deepening   the   kiss   as   fingers   shift   between   them   to   unbutton   his   pants   and   giving   them   a   tug   ,   "   tell   me   you   missed   me   .   "   isn't   sure   whether   it's   to   stroke   her   ego   ,   or   to   worsen   the   mess   between   her   legs   .   "   tell   me   .   "

[kvllerdreams]

"i   can't   tell   if   that's   supposed   to   be   an   insult   or   a   compliment?   but   i'll   take   it   as   a   compliment   anyway,   good   to   know   i'm   always   on   your   mind   nik."   like   it   was   a   one   sided   thing,   as   if   dante   hasn't   spent   the   last   handful   of   weeks   trying   to   keep   thoughts   of   her   out   of   his   head.   he   can't   afford   to   slip   up,   to   let   himself   get   distracted   and   end   up   with   his   body   floating   in   a   damn   river   somewhere   —   but   she   keeps   reeling   him   back   in.   "ouch,   i'm   sure   those   nasty   cunts   felt   that   insult   all   the   way   across   town",   homme   cockily   comments,   a   sick   thrill   rising   in   him   at   the   knowledge   that   it's   getting   under   her   skin.   that   she's   feeling   a   similar   struggle   to   himself.   he   could   fuck   all   the   available   women   in   this   damn   county   and   would   still   find   himself   thinking   of   her,   of   how   none   of   them   compare   to   how   fucking   addictive   it   is   to   have   nikita   moan   for   him   —   to   listen   to   that   bratty   mouth   utter   praise   instead   of   insults.   "and   if   i   touch   your   pussy   right   now   it's   not   gonna   be   needy   too?   c'mon   nik,   who   the   fuck   do   you   think   you're   kidding?   you   want   me   to   stop   mentioning   those   girls   i   rail   then   come   over   here   and   make   me   forget   about   them."   he's   so   close   to   cupping   that   undoubtedly   soaked   cunt,   to   having   her   unravelling   in   his   car.   just   one   sweep   of   his   tongue   across   her   lip   has   him   thirsting   for   more,   groaning   as   she   begins   to   ease   herself   over   to   his   side   of   the   car.   pushing   the   seat   back   his   hands   settle   at   her   slim   waist,   her   perfume   drowning   him   in   the   sweetest   way   possible.   lips   fight   for   dominance   as   he   presses   up   against   her,   cock   hard   to   the   blissful   point   of   pain   as   his   hold   on   her   tightens.   "fuck   nik   ...   "   he   can   barely   concentrate   on   speaking,   never   mind   parroting   her   words   back   to   her,   even   if   they   would   be   true   —   he   had   missed   her,   even   though   he   knows   he   shouldn't.   "i   missed   you   just   as   badly   as   you   missed   me",   it's   a   compromise   breathed   against   her   hot   mouth,   one   hand   sliding   up   her   abdomen   before   he's   grasping   at   one   clothed   breast,   soon   impatiently   tugging   one   thin   strap   of   her   dress   down   her   shoulder.   he   can't   get   enough,   like   he's   been   possessed   and   the   only   thing   that   will   exorcise   this   demon   inside   of   him   is   nikita.   "now   take   me   out   like   a   good   fuckin'   girl   and   ride   me   before   i   smash   my   own   car   up."   teeth   nip   at   her   bottom   lip,   tugging   sharply   before   soothing   the   ache   with   the   heat   of   his   tongue.

[ungraceds]

brows   tug   and   he's   huffing   out   a   laugh   ,   "   nya   ,   look   me   in   the   eye   and   tell   me   you   think   that's   somethin'   i'd   ever   been   capable   of   .   "   has   a   notorious   track   record   for   a   reason   — it   certainly   isn't   from   practicing   bouts   of   celibacy   .   "   besides   ,   you're   hot   .   "   beautiful   ,   actually   but   the   compliment   feels   a   little   too   heavy   .   "   people   would   think   i've   lost   my   touch   if   we   spread   that   rumor   .   "   and   it   wasn't   he'd   encourage   anyway   ,   not   if   they   really   wanted   this   whole   evil   plan   of   theirs   to   take   off   and   actually   work   .   needs   her   to   be   as   desirable   as   possible   and   that   included   filling   kyle's   head   with   false   narratives   ,   provocative   ones   specifically   .   "   that's   why   you   picked   me   ,   isn't   it   ?   "   smirks   ,   "   will   make   it   more   believable   when   we   do   our   big   public   breakup   .   "   says   that   part   quietly   ,   not   wanting   any   spying   ears   to   catch   it   .   afterall   ,   they   may   be   putting   on   this   whole   performance   for   a   certain   pair   of   eyes   but   that   didn't   mean   others   weren't   picking   up   on   it   ,   too   .   was   already   getting   questions   from   his   friends   .   "   now   you're   just   hurting   my   feelings   on   purpose   .   "   murmurs   ,   mirth   gleaming   in   ceruleans   .   notices   that   she   seems   agitated   ,   had   spent   enough   time   with   her   to   pick   up   on   her   subtle   cues   ,   and   figures   it's   from   the   undivided   attention   she's   getting   from   her   hearts   deepest   desire   across   the   room   .   doesn't   even   understand   what   she   sees   in   him   — he   looked   like   every   other   forlorn   musician   ,   writing   songs   about   girls   he   barely   knew   and   claiming   it   as   love   .   snore   fest   .   she   could   do   better   ,   had   said   as   much   ,   but   she's   helping   him   out   so   ,   he   plays   along   .   "   depends   what   he   says   ,   but   i'll   coach   you   through   it   .   if   we   did   a   good   enough   job   ,   he'll   hopefully   ask   to   see   you   .   alone   .   "   implication   hangs   in   his   voice   ,   hues   dragging   along   her   face   slowly   .   again   ,   can   tell   she's   in   her   head   and   he's   opening   his   mouth   to   try   and   console   whatever   worries   are   running   through   her   mind   when   she's   suddenly   grasping   his   hand   ,   and   her   words   catch   him   offguard   .   he   short   circuits   for   a   split   second   ,   brows   furrowing   then   raising   before   he's   quickly   schooling   his   face   and   nodding   his   head   .   "   aye   aye   ,   captain   .   "   tightening   his   grasp   on   her   hand   ,   he's   following   ,   and   then   ,   leading   them   up   the   spiral   staircase   to   the   second   floor   .   it's   right   in   front   of   the   whole   party's   view   ,   and   he   can't   help   but   think   she   was   brilliant   for   coming   up   with   this   idea   all   on   her   own   .   she's   a   quick   learner   .   "   good   thinkin'   — will   give   him   the   idea   that   we're   sneaking   away   for   the   night   .   "   which   ,   well   ,   they   are   .

 steps   slow   as   they   reach   the   hallway   to   where   his   bedroom   happens   to   be   and   he's   glancing   over   his   shoulder   at   her   before   nudging   the   door   open   ,   and   letting   her   enter   first   ,   before   closing   it   behind   them   .   "   you   wanna   play   seven   minutes   in   heaven   ?   "   it's   a   joke   but   it   doesn't   land   with   how   muffled   the   party   is   on   the   other   side   of   the   four   walls   .   tongue   drags   along   his   bottom   lip   and   he's   taking   her   in   again   ,   gaze   traveling   along   the   dress   that   clings   to   her   and   swears   ,   there's   a   twitch   down   south   .   okay   ,   maybe   this   wasn't   a   good   idea   ,   afterall   .   "   i   can   give   you   a   change   of   clothes   ,   if   you   want   .   "

[kvllerdreams]

"stranger   things   have   happened!   and   maybe   it's   like   a   hockey   thing   ...   no   sex   or   whatever",   god   why   did   she   even   mention   it   when   her   cheeks   are   burning   all   over   again   now?   even   before   they   began   this   arrangement   nya's   heard   about   how   active   roman   is,   clearly   having   sex   was   not   something   he   refrained   from   doing.   "okay   fine,   we   scrap   the   whole   'waiting   until   marriage'   thing   and   just   let   everyone   assume   we're   fucking   like   rabbits,   or   puck   bunnies",   femme   jokes,   although   the   thought   of   him   being   that   intimate   with   someone   else   has   her   stomach   twisting   for   a   moment.   it's   stupid.   he's   not   really   hers,   but   nya   reasons   with   the   fact   that   they   need   to   appear   like   he   is,   which   means   no   feeling   up   other   girls.   it   feels   strange,   speaking   about   this   faux   relationship's   end   date,   like   a   loaf   of   bread   on   the   shelf   just   waiting   to   expire   —   but   that   had   been   their   deal   from   the   beginning,   obviously   roman   wouldn't   want   to   be   chained   to   her   until   the   end   of   time   and   if   kyle   was   seeming   interested   in   her   now   then   it   was   the   smart   thing,   the   sensible   thing   to   have   a   breakup   that   everyone   knew   about.   "i'll   need   to   work   on   my   fake   tears   for   that,   or   maybe   cut   onions   before   i   talk   to   anyone",   because   even   now   her   friends   were   asking   questions   and   after   tonight?   everyone   would   be.   digging   her   teeth   into   her   lower   lip   nya   nods   slightly,   "okay,   just   ...   you'll   need   to   proof   read   before   i   send   anything   to   him,   okay?   i   can't   let   him   witness   my   inner   weirdo."   and   yet   she   feels   oddly   comfortable   exposing   that   side   of   herself   to   roman.   she's   itching   to   be   in   motion,   to   put   all   of   those   complicated   emotions   inside   of   her   into   action,   wherever   the   hell   they   go   she   doesn't   care.   avoiding   everyone's   curious   stares   she   exhales   quietly   as   they   climb   the   stairs,   forcing   herself   not   to   look   back   and   check   if   kyle   has   noticed.   "let's   hope   all   of   these   rooms   aren't   taken   or   else   he'll   think   you're   a   very   eager   guy",   brunette   remarks,   tossing   him   a   playful   grin.   letting   him   take   the   lead   nya   steps   into   a   bedroom,   glancing   around   and   realising   that   it   belongs   to   him.   "do   you   have   a   spare   closet   we   could   use?   and   a   flashlight?   the   dark   kinda   freaks   me   out",   her   response   seems   weak   because   it   is,   being   alone   with   roman   after   kissing   him   feels   ...   different.   lightly   resting   her   back   against   the   door   her   gaze   snags   on   his,   on   how   he's   taking   in   the   outfit   she's   squeezed   herself   into   tonight   and   god   ...   her   palms   begin   to   sweat   and   her   stomach   tightens   —   why   was   he   looking   at   her   like   that?   "oh   uh,   yeah.   yeah   if   you   don't   mind?   these   heels   are   killing   me   and   i   can't   even   bend   over   in   this   dress",   rolling   her   eyes   she   pushes   away   from   the   door,   distracting   herself   from   his   presence   by   studying   his   bedroom,   his   private   space.   "for   a   guy   you   keep   this   place   pretty   clean,   the   first   time   i   came   here   i   thought   it   was   a   fluke   that   you   didn't   have   dirty   laundry   everywhere."   or   girls   underwear.   a   statement   she   keeps   firmly   locked   inside   as   her   fingers   graze   his   desk.

[sugcrtalkin]

"i think i deserve credit all the time," retorts without hesitation, her eyes gleaming. one that tells him she knows exactly what she's doing. dylan knows that keenan doesn't care what she wears; it's one of the things she loved about him. the fact that he allowed her to be herself. not one of those weak, sensitive men who cried when their girlfriends tried to wear something slutty. "didn't that one time i rode your thigh at the party, you said it could be as simple as just making sure my dress is pulled down enough to cover everything?" she's impressed with herself, how quick her responses were today. threat of tossing her toy in the water has lesser pushing out into a pout, "that's no fun. why toss it when you could just stuff both my holes with it and your cock?" at least she decided against bringing the pink glittery one if there's a chance of it sinking to the bottom of the lake by the end of this weekend. "so don't stay mad at me," hand jerks and tugs on him, increasing her pace just slightly. mouth opens to let out a kittenish mewl when large hand slaps her tit. just smiles when the other femme stops herself from walking out. "i do want an audience, baby," she agrees with a nod of her head. other hand moving to knead his balls, hearing the door close. "lock it too," didn't need anyone else intruding, bringing her full attention back to boyfriend. "well, i guess you can't edge me all night now, daddy. don't want our guest thinking you can't make me cum, now do you?" smiles up at him before releasing her hold on his balls to instead use his collar to drag him down to her, pressing a sloppy kiss to lips.

[kvllerdreams]

would he throw her precious dildo in the lake out of spite and the need to punish her? absolutely. he knows she has a whole damn chest full of them at home and why would she need it here if she behaved herself? "i got fingers princess, they'll look so fuckin' perfect stretching out your ass while i take your cunt — we don't need that toy and you won't be using it unless i say you can." the funny thing was that keenan was never really mad at dylan, aside from small arguments or sexual punishments he feels like they understand each other well enough to know what buttons to press and which to avoid. "don't be a mouthy slut and i'll think about it", homme snaps, gaze drifting to dylan's friend as she closes the door behind her, sealing all three in together. they've never done this before, purposefully fucked while another person was watching, and he can't say he's annoyed by it. grinning as his girl moans he moves to smack her other tit, roughly tugging at her nipple. "but won't all that edging only make you cum harder?" counters as he grasps his girl's neck, bringing her face flush to his own again. "you keep pushing me and i'll have her drink my cum directly from your cunt, how about that dyl?" leans into their messy kiss, tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth as he grunts at the movement of her hand from his heavy balls. would her friend get wet from watching them ruin each other? touch her unappreciated cunt while he pounds in to dylan's? "sit down, right in front of the bed in that chair ... pull it over, if you wanna watch then you better see everything." snaps his fingers at the chair currently tilted toward the window, beginning to guide dylan toward the spacious bed with his hand knotting through her blonde locks.

[sugcrtalkin]

abel took the towel back from her and continued cleaning her hands and face methodically, his touch gentler than his words. "you listen to me next time. that's what you can do," his voice was firm but not unkind. "i'm not angry because you killed her. i'm angry because you did it without a plan, without thinking about the consequences." he set the towel aside and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "this is your first time. i get it. it's a lot." there was something almost softer in his expression now, acknowledgment of what she'd just experienced. "but we don't have time to process that right now. we have fifteen minutes before my crew arrives and we need to be out of here clean." his hands dropped to her shoulders. "go change. find something in her closet if you need to, something that doesn't have blood on it. put your clothes in the bag — everything, underwear, socks. we'll dispose of them with the rest." he pulled her against him briefly, just for a moment, his hand at the back of her head. "i'm not disappointed in you," he said quietly, and it sounded like the truth. "i'm scared of who you're becoming because you're with me. there's a difference." he pulled back to look at her again. "but you need to pull yourself together right now. can you do that?"

[kvllerdreams]

despite her not truly believing there would be a next time ainsley nods slowly, if she had driven here knowing what she was going to do everything would have turned out differently — but it was difficult to plan when you were furiously stabbing another person. "i'm not ... i'm not upset about doing it", femme admits as he finishes up cleaning the blood away. "it's everything that came after. i trust you, abel. i shouldn't have come here without you." yet it had been her impulsive nature that demanded she do it, get all her anger out verbally on the woman who had been following him around like a bad smell. when he tugged her close ainsley exhales, unaware of the tightness that had been in her chest until it was released. "scared?" frowning she stares up at him, failing to see how being with him could change her into anything but a more sure version of herself. "i never came here to kill her, i thought she'd be a little more ... understanding, but once a dumb slut always a dumb slut i guess. that has nothing to do with me being with you abel, okay?" the fact that she hadn't used her gun should prove that. "okay, okay let's go." slowly untangling herself from his hold ainsley glances at herself in the mirror, relieved to see practically all of the blood gone from her skin. she could pull herself together enough to make it through this, knowing that he wasn't disappointed made it that much easier. "i only brought my bag and that's somewhere in the living room, i didn't touch anything but the knife."