malefactor(s)

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

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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.

"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?"

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."

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.

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

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."

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."

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.

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"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?"

"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?"

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

#okkkk gif accuracy i see you

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.

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?"

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."

"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."

"I'll always be disappointed in whatever you do or say. You're you, Pressie." Georgia let out a soft sigh when he pulled her hands and she just let him without much resistance. She was right where she wanted to be anyways. Hands came up to wrap them around the blonde's neck and she shrugged slowly. Her lips pressed together to fight the smile that crept on her lips when he kissed her forehead. "A cuddle, yeah." She said. "Maybe a little kiss, too." Or pretty much anything to make her feel since her man couldn't get her off.

"You know...dissapointment doesn't usually have someone coming back for more." He smirks, his hands moving from her back down to the small of her waist. "Unless you're trying to punish yourself for something?" Like the fact that her perfect little boyfriend always thought she was...god knows where. Certainly not on the end of his dick that was for sure. Once his hands scoop under her ass, cupping each cheek he starts carrying her over to the kitchen. "Let's get you that drink at least." Their lips lock as he stumbles his way over.

#had to say dick too #equality for all

"Then what? Go to some party in a glitter dress, tell everyone I like girls and then make out with all your gay friends? Baby, you'd be so jealous. You should want to keep me to yourself and continue kissing me when I'm drunk." Poppy teased her. At least she called off her wedding and was a free woman again. Which meant the two of them could be friends without feeling bad about anyone or anything. "Yeah, you're like my personal bodyguard. Cute." Poppy offered her hand out and nodded towards her mirror. "Let me do your makeup tonight."

"Well first thing you should know about the community is we all end up fucking and dating and friendshipping each other. You learn to share." Not that they ever liked it, it was just one of those things you grew to expect--like traffic. She's right, she did want to keep her to herself. But by god she had so much more she wanted to kiss than her lips, so much more she wanted to do than think about the things she could do to her. The things she could make her feel. Always had to have her toys charged and ready when she had nights out with her, that's for sure. "Whatever you want. I'll be your doll."

Abigail pressed her lips together at the other's words, knowing fully well that he was right. "Well, then-" She looked up at him and tilted her head aside. "Pretend you're my boyfriend." Abigail suggested with a slow shrug. "I will talk to him and tell him all about how wonderful and good you are and you know - he can go and do his business abroad and you'll run the ranch."

"Oh I see." He can help but let out a brief chuckle. "This is your master plot to get me killed." That was the only thing that ever came of people showing interest in his daughter. Even a glance, let alone a delcation of partnership. And under his nose this whole time? From his most trusted hand? Well, they promised that one time was gonna be a secret but... "You punishing me for something?"

Ruby sucked in a breath as the question returned to her and she thought about it for a few seconds. "I have these dreams, father." Ruby started, releasing the breath she had been holding. The redhead tipped her head back against the wood, closing her eyes as she felt her freckled cheeks burn with heat at even the thought of them. "There's always a handsome young man, kissing me with such passion and love - pulling me into his lap and pushing up my dresses and-" she paused to let out a soft and breathy laugh out of embarrassment. "Then they touch my breasts and between my legs and I wake up wanting more." She pressed her knees tightly together, not giving in to the desire. "You have to help me. I want to be loved and kissed and touched so badly that it's driving me mad. What do I do?"

Well he'd be damned, it was no wonder the members of the church became corrupt hearing all these confessions. Deepest sins, petty gossip. It really was a weapon or at least in this case, his entertainment. "Has your father not alligned you with any courtships? It is his duty to do so." He tsks his tongue. "Unless you've done something that makes you undeserving. Is that what bring you in to repent? A clean soul to open up for a love match?"

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