malefactor(s)

{noun] a person who commits a crime or some other wrong.

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@lovebvrns

Poppy shrugged innocently. "Even I don't know what I want, Kodi. It's exhausting, really." She muttered under her breath, but to keep things light she flashed her a well-faked smile anyways. "You're nasty, I just know you are. When you see something you like, you don't stop until you get it." Which was pretty funny because Poppy was just like that. "On it! I'll pour your something nice." The dark blonde left her bedroom to head for the open kitchen area of her apartment. There she fished two glasses from a shelf, filled them with ice, licor 43, vodka and with some sparkling water. It was probably too strong because Poppy couldn't mix for shit but it was sweet so she decided that Dakota had to accept it. She waited for Dakota to return from her bedroom, and hopped on top of the kitchen counter. "You're always so slow, oh my god." - Poppy whined, already sipping from the drink and pulling a sour face afterwards. "Tell me about you though, how have you been since all shit went crazy? What have you been up to?"

"So what is this mystery concoction you'd made for me?" She asks as she accepts it reluctantly. She'd certainly evolved from being skiddish around her. Now she took her time, drew out her words and movements. She knew it drove her crazy. Which is why she chuckles at the mention of his slowness. "I"m not slow. You just live life on super speed." Luckily no one in the family really knew why Poppy called things off, and well, neither did Dakota really. She doubted Poppy really knew past it not feeling right. But the things with not having closure is that it drew the other party crazy. So her brother was in a really rough way. But that wasn't her fault so she didn't bring it up. "They've just gone back to the normal ostracized treatment. Glad I'm not being forced to hang around for appearances anymore."

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@lovebvrns

Georgia smirked as she watched him lift from his knees and she reached out for his cheeks to pull him in for a quick kiss. For as long as it lasted, though. She kept her hands around his neck as he pushed inside of her, her forehead pressing to his. "You feel so good, Preston." - She breathed out, sighing in pleasure as she rocked her hips along to his rhythm. "Shit, baby - I needed this so badly.." Georgia lowered her face into the crook of his neck, lips kissing his skin and softly sucking the skin.

Stepping out of the shower, Georgia in tow as he wrapped the towel around his waist, he heads for the kitchen again. Counter could probably use a clorox wipe or something but he carried on. Fucking good made him ravenous. "So, what did the fuck boy do this time to get you so riled?" It usually wasn't a show up out of the blue situation unless she was really pushed to her limits. So he was genuinely curious.

[malcfactorss]

@lovebvrns

Abigail wore a plain white ruffled skirt to show off her toned legs. On top, she wore a suede belt with some beads around her hips, and a denim halter top. Of course, her feet were trapped in some of her proper boots. No hat, though. Her hair was curled down her back. Abigail only really dressed up at these kind of events. Sure, she hopped around the ranch in dressed and playsuits but tonight she intended to make a good impression. She wasn't sure if that meant impressing Ryan or her father.

"Did you comb your hair for me? Romantic." Abby teased him as soon as she noticed him, eyes lingering on his face before she nodded rather impressed at how he looked. He looked good. Hand reached out for him to hold and she flashed him a small smile. "I'm kidding, you look good. C'mon, dad already texted me where I was."

A delicate hand placed over the one around his arm, the respectful stance he thought. Thought it sure was good she got close when she did, otherwise he'd be staring at her all night. "So uh...I've never seen you bring anyone 'round here." Meaning he didn't know what to expect, he wondered if she did and that was why no one had met her father. Not like he would've missed it, he spent basically his whole life here. "Any particular reason for that?"

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@lovebvrns

"And I'm supposed to believe some bastard who sneaked up on me during a confession? After a murder? I'm not sure who's worse." She snapped back through gritted teeth, still trying to keep her voice down as they were in the church. Ruby didn't know what he was talking about, that was for sure. While still pacing for the door, she scoffed loudly at him talking about touching her. Her hand grabbed the handles and she pushed, frowning deeply as the doors didn't open. She tried the other doors, only to find out they were locked as well. Turning around, she breathed heavily as she eyes the other with disgrace. "You have quite the courage, haven't you? I would never let you get your hands one me. You're disgusting." Ruby's hand was still on the handle as she watched him get closer. She never had a problem being verbal. As the youngest - and probably least interesting - sister, she was known to speak up for herself. Sure she had a title, but her reputation mattered less than the ones of her sisters. Ruby tried very hard to not freak out, keep herself calm and steady but her heart was pounding - freckled cheeks burning with heat. "Let me out. That's an order." Ruby tried. She had completely lost track of time. It was probably late and way too dark to make it back home safe, she would need to sleep somewhere. He killed the priest. And Ruby knew that he probably wouldn't just kill her because that would have the entire land going after him but it did made her fear him, track his every movement.

"I'm no bastard, I've got two legitimate parents same as you. They're just not royalty. Had to scrape and fight for everything they have." Just as he did, and how generations after him would have to. It was a vicious cycle of survival, the same one that put him in this church collecting debts that weren't his. Even if he sometimes enjoyed it. "The things is, Princess. I don't really require your permission to do as I please with you. A random is just as sweet as a reward." Boss sure wouldn't be happy about it, but he wasn't about to get bossed around by the tiny little thing. When he was close enough he grabbed her wrists, pulling the rope from his belt to tie them behind her back.

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Ruby took one step out of the booth only to follow his gaze to the priest. "Oh my God." she really had to fight the nausea that hit her like a truck. "What happened, who-" her eyes found his again and she scoffed, taking a step back but it had her pressing up against the wood. "You spoke to me." The princess shook her head and slipped past him, giving him a look over in disgrace. "I don't need your help. You're not returning me anywhere. And you're not getting any penny for anything, that I will ensure personally." The redhead clenched her jaw, taking another few steps back. "Don't you dare follow me." She said before taking a spurt to the gates of the church.

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"Turns out the most holy of men are actually the most wicked. Shame really. We're supposed to trust them to be the messengers of God and all..." This guy would've been jerking it to her confession he hadn't killed him. He did her a favor as far as he was concerned. "You don't need my help? Here I was looking forward to touching you as you so desired..." When she makes a run for it, the doors are secured from the outside so she'd find it impossible to leave. Which only made his pace after her very slow. "I bet you'll change your tune now, won't you princess?"

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Abby rolled her eyes with a smile. "Which is exactly why I need you, because you'll take care of that. You'll scare them all away and get to be the hero in all of our stories." She lifted to her toes, reaching to tap the front of his hat. "Just don't fall in love with me, Ry. Would hate to break your heart." She teased, then stepped back again. "Meet me tonight at seven, right here at the stables. We'll make it look like we're casually late and they can see us joining together."

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Later on that evening he tried to pull out one of his less beat up shirts, even scrabbed some dirt off hish at though it was still firmly on his head. In fact, he doubted anyone would notice it was him without it. As much as he hated to go against her dad, he knew as well as anyone did that he was getting old and couldn't run this ranch forever. He had no sons and he was too stubborn to pick. So if this was what he had to do to secure it for him? So be it. Now he just had to wait for her to meet him so they could walk in fashionably late.

[firstprinced]

Stephen Kalyn as Dean Di Laurentis OFF CAMPUS S1 (2026)

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The praise made her let out yet another moan. "Don't call me that," Georgia breathed out, only tightening the grip on his hair. Her other hand moved from the counter to Preston's jaw and she tipped her head back, her body melting away and completely giving into the other's touch. It was embarrassing how close she was already, hips rocking gently with the pace of his fingers. He always knew how to make her feel good, always knew to hit every single of her sweet spots. She felt like she lost it entirely when he replaced his fingers with his tongue. "Please don't stop." Georgia mumbled, fingers brushing through his blonde locks and pressing him deeper between her legs while she closer her eyes. "Please," she begged. "I missed you so fucking much."

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Obviously Preston knew she didn't liked being called that because she didn't feel like one. Every orgasm, every moan, longing for his touch was actually a betrayal to her relationship. Guilty as sin, a bad girl, one may say. But she was so good for him, made him wonder how someone could fumble the bag so hard. How you could have such a fucking prize and not get on your knees to please her? Maybe he was a little bit drunk on her cunt at the moment, but so be it. He loved living in it. And even though she asked so nicely, he did stop. He had to pull away and sink into her or he'd finish in his pants like a prepubescent teenager. And after fumbling to get his belt unbuckled, and shoving his pants down to his ankles he does so. Finding an easy steady rhymn quite quickly thanks to the extremely slick entrance he created, with her help of course. "Fuck...Georgia. You are heavenly."

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Ruby stood up and moved the curtain aside, glancing up from the ground to peer back into the other's blue eyes. It made her gasp, hand reaching for her chest in surprise to the other's revelation. "I beg your pardon?" Her tone wasn't kind, neither was the look in her eyes. Her freckles cheeks color a dark shade of pink and she frowned deeply as she remained to stand steady in the booth. "It is beyond rude to overhear one's confession." It hadn't clicked to her yet, that his voice was the one talking a back to her. Ruby really thought she'd been all by herself. She always waited for a quiet time to slip into the church. As the youngest of five other sisters, she was known to slip away from the castle and seek adventures. It had caused trouble plenty of times. Also now, when she left without guards. "Are you going to step aside? It's about to get dark so I should head home. My guards are waiting for me." A lie, which was clearly to be read off her face as she look away from him.

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"Overhear? I wouldn't be caught dead." He feigns offense, clutches his chest. He was surprised it hadn't clicked to her how similar the cadence of his voice was as compared to 'the priest'. "Now this guy...." He tugs the curtain back, the priest with his eyes rolls back, throat slit. "Can't say he was very capable of giving you the advice you so craved." No, it was him that quelled her nerves, advised her path. Really, she should be thanking him. He even spared his judgement, but now that they were face to face? Quite the different story. "Now I'm willing the hedge my bets that no kings guard would let their princess into a place that had been ravaged such as this." They would have sweeped the place to ensure no bandits or hard ships awaits the precious gem. Of that he was certain so he did not fear the guards. "In fact, I reckon I'd earn a pretty penny for returning your royal highness home safely."

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"Yeah, I trust you." Abby said with a few small nods. "You're my dad's favorite. And you're also the only cowboy around here that isn't trying to get in my pants." Which obviously made her intrigued, made her hang around Ryan way more than the others. "You're coming to the barbecue tonight, right? He'll be there. All you have to do is be a little romantic to me, offer me your jacket I don't know." Abigail said. "It's win-win anyways. The guys will think I'm taken, my dad will see that you're kind." She shrugged slowly. "We're going to impress him. I'll talk to him."

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"Yeah well, I hope you are seein' the irony in that statement." Considering they are faking him getting into her pants to curry favor with her family. This wasn't only risking shit from the boss, it was risking shit from the other cowboys. Hooting and hollering from the sidelines, constant mocking and questions. It was quite the tall order, but who was he to deny the princess? "Yeah, guess it's my duty to be there. Gotta court the future love of my life, right?"

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"That's different. I knew I wouldn't last forever with your brother. He could have never given me what I need. And I need a lot." She argued with a shake of her head. Her following words made her chuckle softly, green eyes looking up at Dakota almost innocently. Which they both knew, she wasn't. "I like to be liked and loved and adored." Poppy admitted. "You know I love attention, it's no secret." The blonde put a last touch to Dakota's makeup before leaning back and admiring her face. The smile made her smile too. "You look good, Kodi. Everyone's gonna chase you tonight." Poppy leaned in to press a kiss to Dakota's cheek then turned her attention to herself in the mirror and fixed her lipgloss. "That's perfect." Because that's been pretty much all that she had been doing. It was a good thing that Dakota was still around because she didn't deny whatever drug strangers offered her, didn't count the shots or who she took them from. She just wanted to forget after letting pretty much everyone down. Poppy was great at acting that she didn't care about that, though. "You want a drink before we go?"

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"I think he was more than prepared to give you everything you needed. Just wasn't everything you wanted. Those are two different things, Pop." On paper he was rich, adored her, let her do as she pleased. But in actuality she didn't care for him more than those favors he did for her. That she always knew. Maybe she even wrote her off for being a gold digger, a no good bitch. Then, she got to know her. He just didn't have the equipment to break down her high guarded walls. "I'm the chaser, babes. You know that." In fact, being pursued made her pretty uncomfortable. Poppy knew that, simply from all the times she tried to flirt back on deaf ears. "I'll take a drink, what do ya got?"

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Georgia couldn't help the way the corner of her mouth lifted upon seeing that the bottle of wine was still at the same height as a few nights before. She took the glass from him and nodded slowly. "I do." Georgia mumbled, then lifted the glass to her lips to take a sip. Her eyes widened mid-sip, watching Preston part her knees and sink to his. She quickly swallowed and moved a hand around the back of his head, a breath escaping. "Preston," Georgia breathed out, the other hand putting down the glass of wine as she desperately needed to hold on to the counter with her free hand. "Oh my god-" She arched her back and tightened her grip on his blonde locks, her own thick curls falling in front of her face as she stared down at him. This was all she needed, and she hated that he knew. Georgia even spread her legs more, give him some extra access as trails of pleasuring moans left her lips. "Look at me."

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Her breathless beckoning made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, pants growing tighter by the minute. "Mm, that's a good girl." He smirks as she spreads her legs further, pressing soft supple kisses against her inner thigh. His blue eyes pierce hers as he slips another finger in, first two knuckles on each digit bend as they sweep her upper walls. But he can't help but replace them with his tongue, dipping into her sweet lips eagerly.

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Ruby followed as she was told, quietly. She opened her eyes again at the bible verse the other told her that made her tilt head aside. "Yes, father." Well this was a confession unlike any other. "I will be patient." Ruby nodded slowly, staring down at the hands in her lap. "It must be late, I should go home." She put her hand flat to the wood of the confession booth. "Thank you." She'd said before getting up, ready to leave the booth.

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He steps around the big wooden box to stand outside the curtain, catch her before she can go. "Touching confessional." He smiles kindly, even though his tone dripped with judgement. "Or should I say touch starved?" Once he gets a proper look, he bows. "Your royal highness." But it doesn't turn his ravenous gaze.

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Georgia rolled her eyes. "You're so full of yourself it's disgusting." but she was only feeding his ego more by keep on coming over. She knew that too. As soon as he lifted her from the floor, she curled her legs around him and held him tight, chest pressing into him. "One drink," she agreed on with a slow nod, then sighed in pleasure the moment their lips locked. Georgia's fingertips slipped up the back of his neck, softly playing with his hair. She'd missed this, him, so much. "I really hate you, you know that?" Georgia breathed out against his lips before kissing him yet another time, tongue gently running along his lower lip.

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Once she's firmly placed on the counter, he pulls himself away. It felt like the sting over detaching velcro but it wouldn't be for along. He pulls the half drinken bottle fo her favorite wine from the fridge. No secret he only kept it there for her and pours her a glass, hands it over to her. "You hate me?" He frowns. "Well maybe we'll switch things up." Both hands part her knees, as he lowers to his own. "I only want to hear the name of the man you *hate* tonight." He pushes her panties aside, the pad of his finger swirling a trail that started at her click and made it all the way down to her slit until it sinks in. God she was soaking already.

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Poppy pulled a face at her words and raised her brows. She wasn't someone who liked to share, ironically enough. "See? I could never do that. I'd rip out any girl's hair who'd go after my girl." And that was a promise, because she could be a real bitch if she wanted to. An excited squeal left her when Dakota agreed and she pulled the other over to sit down at the makeup table. Poppy grabbed a pink pouf and put it beside her, rummaging through her stuff. "Okay, let me see." She brought her perfectly manicured hands up to Dakota's face and tipped it into her direction, scanning her face. A various of brushed went along the other's face, slow and secure but keeping it natural. Poppy very carefully applied a light brown eyeliner, enough to make her eyes pop a little more. "Pretty," she mumbled, in full focus, with her eyes pinned on whatever she was doing. "So where are we going tonight? What's the plan?" Poppy asked while adding some blush to her cheeks, free hand still keeping her head up.

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"Well you had no problem when it was the other way around." She already had an estrangled relationship with her family so she didn't mind cutting ties with them for her sake. Not that she told them it was Dakota's doing. But they knew. "You don't mind being the girl sought after if you're the one taken, huh?" She would always be sought after. That's what made setting her sights on her so nerve wracking. She flutters her eye lashes playfully once she's finished the look with a smile. "Take you somewhere you can dance. Not worry about a thing more."

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Abigail rolled her eyes and chuckled as she pushed a broomstick into his hands. "He trusts me, he trusts you, why not amplify? He's too busy anyways and I'm great at faking it." Which she unfortunately was. With most men that visited the ranch when her father was away. The dark blonde filled up the water in the stables, holding the hose while watching Ryan. "You just have to trust me. Hold my hand, kiss my cheek once. He'll buy it. And he won't kill you." She said with a little chuckle. "Unless you just want to be a stable boy the rest of your life. Have me as your boss." Abby grinned. She had no aspiration to take over the ranch. All she cared about was the animals but she had no desire to run the business, take care of people on it.

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Ryan shouldn't have expected anything less crazy coming out of her lips, the world danced around her every move. Bent to her will, like it was made in her image. Even the animals on the land were eased by her. And he'd be a fool and a liar to say he hadn't imagined a life with her. All of the cowboys on the ranch had, at least for a night. But few have touched the suns rays, felt their warmth as he had. "And you trust me? Do do right by your family? To keep this ranch running?"

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Ruby was a bit taken aback by the judgement to her father. But it made sense in a way. "I fear that is the problem," She lowered her gaze to her lap, fumbling with her fingers. "Many men have asked for my hand already." She had declined all of them. "I wish to fall in love so deeply that I forget my own name. Call me a fool but I refuse to marry out of convenience." She had always been a hopeless romantic. "Or title." Because that's all she was. The king and queen's youngest daughter, princess of Bellarouche. "Father says I'm ungrateful. He insists I accept the hand of the first man who proposes to me because rumors are spreading about me. But I'm not unworthy, I swear, I-" Ruby sighed deeply. "I am sorry."

[malcfactorss]

"You crave it desperately and yet you reject it at every turn." Typical of a child, or a woman really. Knowing exactly what they want, or thinkin they do and running in the opposite direction. "5 Hail Mary's and one glory be, my child." Though this was getting a lot less fun of a confessional. "Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." It was a bible verse he knew well. One his mother used to convey unto him. "You would not know it from a glance on the street. You must be patient and trust that it comes. Not turn it away."