#kiillmeromantically

[atvrvxia]

&. @kiillmeromantically​

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                           “YOU WOULDN’T be imposing at all, esme,” he assured her quickly, throwing her a reassuring smile. “i think offering you to stay the night is the least i can offer.” she worked so many extra hours due to his crazy schedule. “besides, i have a guest room that you can use, and i can give you some clothes to change into so you’re more comfortable,” he added. he can’t admit that he had ulterior motives to having her stay the night. his daughter was fast asleep upstairs, and his wife won’t be coming back till next week. this was the perfect opportunity to make his move on the gorgeous young woman who had been the subject of his fantasies. 

[purehoneybees]

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It was hard for Peter to be the traditional romantic that most of his previous partners wanted. Vicoire was the first that he decided to be himself. That meant giving into every sultry and ravenous desire that ran across his dirty mind. He was just glad that she was willing. Her hesitancy caused him to laugh and hum. Fingers run along her thighs, teasing her gently. "I love fooling around with you." He whispered into her ear, then kissing her neck. "But I really want to see what kind of dirty things you watch." A gentle squeeze to her thigh made him smirk. "I bet you're really naughty when no one's around." // @kiillmeromantically

[darkwants]

@kiillmeromantically asked: “roulette! + B” for Billie & Ezra (13b) nsfw gif prompts meme [ still accepting ]

technically, ezra should have closed up shop hours ago, but he hadn't for two good reasons. first of all, he was the boss and if he wanted to tinker around on some old car that he'd bought outside of normal business hours and then try to sell it for a profit, he could and there wasn't a single damn person that could stop him. secondly, no one was likely to try stopping by the shop so late in the evening even if they could see a light on, and all the doors were locked up tight, so there were few chances of anyone catching billie there with him. she didn't have work for another hour and her dad was off at a poker game at charles' house, so he wasn't going to notice that she disappeared earlier than she should have. even if somehow he found out about billie's little visit, it would be easy to make an excuse, claim billie was there about her car and not for ezra's makeshift attempts at romance. billie deserved to be able to go on dates and hold someone's hand, and while ezra could get away with inviting billie to join him for lunch if they happened to coincidentally be at the same restaurant, it wasn't the same as being on a date. but in the privacy of the shop, it wasn't anyone business if ezra laid out a blanket on an open space on concrete, or if he had an ice chest with sandwiches and cheeses and fruit to use as a makeshift picnic. billie didn't eat enough in his opinion and caring for her was his job, even if he often couldn't do that without risking them being caught. moments where they didn't need to hide and he could kiss her and eat grapes from her fingertips were rare, and it was worth missing one poker game for, something he blamed on tight funds that month. ezra had never been the most honest man, but lying seemed to be coming to him far more naturally in order to hide his relationship with billie, but he didn't regret the lies or betraying his friend when she kissed him, billie's weight when he pulled her into his lap blotting out thoughts of anyone except her. a roaming hand under her skirt discovered that billie's tendency to go without panties was still going strong and when she worked his pants open, he didn't try to resist her, their time together too limited to question what they did with it as their hands sought out skin. "i'm going to be dripping out of you all night at work, sweetheart, is that what you want?" he asked, hands slipping down her body to grab her waist and guide the roll of her body after she slipped onto his cock.

[lovecharged]

closed starter for @kiillmeromantically

clubbing hardly suited ellis, aesthetically or otherwise. he figured he was far too old for it, not that he'd ever felt the appropriate age; an old soul since the very beginning. still, one of his clients wanted to celebrate their success in style, and he wouldn't be the one to spoil the mood. nor rain on their parade. after about thirty minutes however, he's had enough; tiring of the close contact with sweaty strangers, the sticky floor and the loud beats that apparently passed for music. he was ready to make a haste escape, even if only briefly, doubting that anyone would even notice his disappearance. the group he was with now distracted by dancing and flirting that also had the man feeling like a fish out of water. he doesn't know the exact cause of his discomfort in these kinds of places, but he's left with a unwanted and painful reminder of his own incessant loneliness.

the cold air is a welcome surprise and he breathes it in, allowing that fresh breeze to cool his sweaty, overheated frame. reaching into his pocket, ellis expertly prepares himself a cigarette, slipping it between his lips and lighting up; a deep satisfied sigh escaping his mouth as he finally takes a long, sorely-needed drag. in that moment of bliss is when he spots her and there's a moment of bemusement, unsure as to whether it was who he thought it was and unsure as to whether he should even approach once he'd realised that it was. it seems as if his legs make the choice for him, sauntering closer towards the familiar woman. it's not as though they were close friends, mere family friends who would engage in polite conversation whenever they saw one another for that occasional wedding or birthday party a few times a year. "annika?" he asks, even if he knows. doubting himself, even in these moments of complete certainty. "how've you been?"

[thebestorworstofit]

@kiillmeromantically​ based off these absolute garbage posts here + here 

a smart man would've stopped these sort of antics a long time ago, sneaking into her room late at night once he was confident his wife's sleep aids had put the woman into a practically lifeless state, the same way she slept beside him night after night. leaving the man a combination of bored, lonesome, and most of all - restless. which led him to her bedroom, his hand moving to palm over the crotch of his sweatpants seconds after he'd shut the door behind him. he'd jerked off over her too many times to track, but tonight that didn't sound like nearly enough. bold and confident in his action silas slipped in behind her, quickly pressing one hand over her mouth while his other pushed underneath her to grab and squeeze at her tits. "shh, babydoll.." he grunted against her ear, letting his hardening cock dip in against her ass, "be a good girl for me, and i’ll make sure you’ll get to enjoy this is as much i will..”

[intcxications]

continuing from here with @kiillmeromantically 。

no one would've anticipated the night to have brought this upon themselves. surely, alessia would never imagined that her father's boss could've been as twisted as he was. then again, augustine was the one out here far willing to get him out of a job had she not complied to his requests. lucky father she was, having someone like her to be so willing to sacrifice every thing that was left to her to save her family. it makes him wonder just how desperate she could get and how far would she go to get her end of the bargain. "but didn't you say you were willing to do whatever it takes just so you could help your dad get his job back?" the words echoes into her ear, his hot breath grazing against the warmth of her skin. his restraints were hanging on by a thread, having a gorgeous woman like her moving her hips along the hard shaft of his could only drive him to insanity had he not asked her for more. "just the tip." he tells her, teeth baring out to nip against her lobe, hand tightening only to push her back down onto his lap. his hips acted up now, using his own ability to rock his hips up into hers to try and give her the urgency to feel just what she had done to him. "you already look like you're going to burst right here, alessia." he tells her as he pulls back to have his nose brushing against hers, holding such an intense gaze towards the woman that he's been aching for so badly. "are you scared you'll come the minute i slip the slightest bit of me inside of you?"

[devouredher]

♡ closed starter for @kiillmeromantically​​

he’s been eyeing his step-daughter ever since she got out of the lake, her body dripping with water, and the tiny bathing suit she wore leaving little to the imagination. his cock was painfully hard, and didn’t bother hiding it considering the rest of the family were busy enjoying their time in the water. he turned the heat down on the grill before walking over behind her, beer in hand. theo pressed himself against billie’s back, shamelessly letting her feel how hard he was. grinding himself against her ass. “you expect me not to get hard when you’re dressed like a whore, huh?” he placed his beer down on the table in front of her before his arms circled around her, rough hand cupping her cunt through her wet bathing suit bottom. “what’s the point of wearing this shit if it doesn’t cover anything? i saw your cunt the minute you walked out of the house wearing this.” 

[hedonistiics]

a starter for @kiillmeromantically​ 

swimming towards the edge of the pool, cal perched his arms on the tiles and took in the woman currently gracing one of many lounge chairs located around the large pool; large sunglasses over her eyes, bikini covering all the exciting bits and an arm lazily placed behind her head. she was his flavor of the month, currently living in his house rent free in exchange for sexual favors when, where and how he wanted them. the fact that she was beautiful didn’t hurt, especially with her accompanying cal to many events he was forced to attend. the night before they’d fucked rough and hard in the coatroom before continuing their night, and today was no different, “get your ass in the pool,” he growled through gritted teeth, looking away from her and giving her about fifteen seconds before he’d pull himself out and drag her in. he didn’t give a fuck if she’d done her make up, hair or in any way didn’t want to get in. what cal wanted, cal got.