#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.” 

[theexxdark]

closed for @kiillmeromantically / from here

Tate was utterly bored and probably more bothersome than that, he was incredibly horny. His usual hook up wasn’t answering his texts and he couldn’t be bothered to make much more effort than that with a girl who often had grander ideas about what their relationship was than he did. As he climbed the stairs, resigning to watching some porn and jerking off to satisfy himself, he heard huffing and puffing from the cracked door of his step-sister’s bedroom. It sounded like a struggle was taking place, but as Tate peeked his head inside of the room, he was delighted to see it was a struggle of sexual frustration. “Oh shit..” he smirked, hand firm on the doorknob with no thoughts of backing out of the room. “I think the question is.. what are you doing in here?” He pushed the door open a bit more, permitting himself inside. "And.. can I help?"

[pageofpenandfables]

@kiillmeromantically

his visits to her bedroom in the middle of the night hadn't subsided in the slightest since the first time he slipped in beside her and had his way with every inch of his sweet little caroline; making sure her body was left with indented marks and reminders of her being his sweet little girl - and only his, moving forward. something he took pride in as he watched and felt her body respond to everytime he made her cum. something about her body quivering around his cock had given silas a new sort of thrill. something new for him to fall addicted to and grow bolder with his newfound attachment.

"your mother really does leave it up to you to handle everything in this house, doesn't she?" his rasped tone smugly chuckled as he entered the kitchen, coming up behind the small blonde with his hands instantly raking down her sides to latch onto her hips. "she must know how much better you are, at everything you do.."

[kittywriites]

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He was sitting on the dingy little patio chair in front of his room, taking another drag of his cigarette, when he caught sight of her. A smirk tugged at his lips as she made her way towards him. His gaze flickered towards the darkened house up on the hill, where mommy and daddy were probably fast asleep and utterly unaware of their precious little helper wandering down towards the lion's den. "Ain't it past your bedtime, darlin'?" he chided playfully before she could even offer whatever excuse she'd constructed to come down here so late.

[exsanguinatc]

@kiillmeromantically liked for a starter from here. plot: Also please consider the hot priest and the "innocent" churchgoer who has a huge crush on him and came to seek help for their sinful thoughts, but there's clearly an ulterior motive here. written in beta

Not for the first time that day, not for the first time that decade, Sam considered setting the church on fire. He hated office hours. He hated when people could just walk in and have access to him and he had to sit there and listen to their problems. Did they really think he was going to fix them? Or that God was going to? One thing he'd come to learn about his father was that he wasn't so much for fixing problems. Creating them seemed much more his speed. He'd tried to stay faithful even after siding with the humans and falling, some part of him hoping that he'd regain his grace, but he'd long since deemed it pointless. That was fine. His father was an asshole; he didn't really want to be at his side again. And that much was clear in his complete lack of reverence for his work. The few people he'd seen while his door was open hadn't left enriched or comforted. It was their own fault for coming to him instead of trying to find a real solution to whatever they were facing. Thankfully, the last few minutes were counting down now, and Sam was gulping down a glass of whiskey from the bottle hidden in his desk in celebration. So, when there was knock on his office door, he just about groaned aloud and leaned down to rest his forehead on his desk. "Come in." He finally called after a few long moments. When the door opened, he sat up, but he didn't bother putting the bottle away. His brows rose just a touch when he saw who stepped inside, the pretty little thing who watched him with wide eyes every Sunday. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad end to the day after all. "Come in, come in." Sam repeated as he beckoned them to the chair across from his desk. "What brings you in today?"

[atvrvxia]

&. @kiillmeromantically​

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                        SHE GLARED at him, though she kept a tight grip on the bottle. she instinctively took a step back when he took a step towards her, and her back hit the wall. she held her head high, though there was a part of her that was fucking terrified at being cornered like this. “if you’re going to kill me, then do it,” she spat. this was the man who had been watching her for weeks; whose eyes she had felt on her whenever she would be in her bedroom, her bathroom... every room in her house, she felt his eyes on her. “what do you want from me anyway?”

[purehoneybees]

Tyson lay strapped to the bed, blushing when pre-cum already begins to spill from his tip. He hadn't even been touched yet the pleasure was already building inside of him. In truth, he shouldn't be here. The older woman promised to fulfill so many of his sexual fantasies that he fell into her trap and enjoyed every second of it. If his girlfriend were to find out, he'd be dead. Her step-mother and her were always getting into arguments... Now here he was, laying in bed waiting for her step-mother to begin teasing him. 

This was often how his nights with the older woman went. A little teasing and a lot of torture—only ever ending in euphoric orgasms that tended to get the two of them extremely messy. He loved his girlfriend, but she was never able to get him into this subspace that her step-mom could. However, tonight felt special.

The dimly lit room smelled wonderful. Something about tonight felt special. Tyson's head perks up as he sees the door swing open. "There you are." He blushes. "I've been waiting for you—" Eyes widen as he notices two figures enter the room. "Wait... What's going on." His dick was glistening in the soft light and his eyes try to comprehend what's before him. "Holy shit."// @kiillmeromantically

[darkwants]

@kiillmeromantically // continued from here.

if he'd wanted to find her in a compromising position, he couldn't have planned it better, but for once in his life ezra's only intentions were to be helpful. billie's father had mentioned something about a strange noise in the car and told him where the spare key was, told him to talk to billie. ezra wasn't in the habit of doing things for free, but he could at least tell them if it was something that needed to be fixed immediately or if it could wait until next week. "i was looking for you." looking and seeing a lot of her, all sweat slick skin and glistening bare pussy, pillow between her spread legs giving him a good idea of what she'd been doing. what a shame he hadn't shown up to see her actually working her hips on that pillow, he could just imagine how pretty her face looked when it was slack with pleasure. "i was supposed to talk to you about something, but it seems like you're busy. go on, i can wait," he said, leaning against the doorframe.

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @kiillmeromantically​​

“you tell me what it is that you want and i’ll give it to you. it’s as simple as that, but you need to be honest with me. please.” 

[thebestorworstofit]

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"what is wrong with you?" fallon snapped back, practically turning fully towards him from where she sat in the car, "what makes you think i'm so incapable of taking care of myself? do you have any idea how stupid you made me look dragging me out like that?" she wasn't trying to yell at that point but she was as drunk as she was heated with her brother, already having thrown her phone and keys at him minutes after he'd gotten her out of the bar. "why were you even there? it's not exactly like you were fucking invited." her dark eyes narrowed on him in annoyance, sulking back against the seat as she crossed her arms over her chest, continuing on only to antagonize him, "maybe i wanted to be, maybe i wanted every one of them to take their turn on me tonight."