𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓷

( time skip ) plan was in motion already. three of her so called friends had been taken care of he loved being the one who she could turn to about her mourning. he couldn't tell her outright that he knew she was better off without them. " we're all here together. nothing is gonna happen to us. " famous last words, right? but it was easier to say when he knew nothing would happen to himself or her. unless there was another psycho killer   running around town. that would've just been bad luck. " no one can get to us when we're all together. "  because one of her friends thought. that having a party all together would keep the killer away. if they only knew they invited him to the party. " i won't let anything to happen to you, alright? " he reached out and placed a strand of hair behind her ear.

there's a nod of her head to his reassuring words, swallowing hard at the thought of being stuck in a similar situation — though that'd just be sheer bad luck on her part indeed. " it just feels a little like we're sitting ducks, don't you think? " a party just seems so cliche to the seasoned survivor, and yet here she is at said party and the possibility of being in the same house — the same room as the killer. " ainsley is ripped from her own thoughts when his soft words are paired with such soft actions, linking her arm with his own as she pulls him in closer. " i know, i know you'd never let anything happen to me. " gaze lifts to meet his own, sweet and reassuring smile spreading across her lips. " still, what if— i mean, the killer has to be one of us, right? "

"yeah," she replied, forcing a faint smirk before suspicion cracked her features. "you did, didn't you?" a brow quirked as the brunette looked at him over the rim of her glass, aiming for casual and hoping it landed somewhere close.

"who..." though the dealer immediately stops himself from asking, realising he really doesn't want to hear the answer. "oh, me?" has to avoid her gaze, even if it's just for a moment — lying is usually so easy for him and yet he's struggling for the first time ever. "yeah... loads! i mean— you know, more than once actually... probably." an awkward chuckle. "you know, i don't really remember."

her  brows  furrowed,  confused  at  what  shit  she  could  possibly  be  in.  how  could  she  have  possibly  fucked  up  so  royally.  it  was  only  when  he  stepped  closer  that  something  heavy  started  to  sit  on  her  chest.   “  i  haven’t  done  anything.  ”   head  shook,  eyes  drifting  as  her  mind  did  too.   “  you  know  who  my  dad  is,  right?  he’d  have  your  head  for  even  suggesting  such  a  thing.  ” 

elias erupts in a loud chuckle at her words, unable to stop the amused huff that emits his nose.   “  oh you haven't? i got the wrong girl, do i?  ”   that's when he leans down, any space that's left between them completely eradicated.   “  does the daddy line usually work for you? 'cause my boss doesn't give a shit who he is, princess. he wants you to pay up for your mistake.  ”  smirk tugs at edges, voice lowering so only she can hear. “  'cause that's all it was right? a mistake? — i mean, you didn't mean to double - cross jason on purpose, did you?  ”

his gaze fell on her pretty mouth, leaning just close enough that he could smell her floral perfume. tone low enough in case anyone else could hear them near by. ❝ i highly doubt he keeps you satisfied. ❞ with the close proximity, dimitri took the initiative pulling her by her waist. petite frame pinned against him, his hand slipped down her hip feeling the curves -- his free hand tucked a few of her hair strands behind her ear, his obsession with danica slowly flourish into something else. ❝ you are a terrible liar danica. that smile is because you and i are alone. look at you, tell me you can't resist me. tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now. ❞

doesn't bother to even try to stifle the scoff that emits her lips as he leans in, gaze following from his eyes down to his lips. ❝ what, and you think you keep me plenty satisfied all by yourself? ❞ taunting tone to her voice, easily being pulled in any which way the other pleases, though she doesn't dare to give in just yet. then comes a dramatized laugh, vibrating in her chest as she throws her head back for emphasis on how funny she finds the other's words. ❝ oh, i promise this smile isn't for you. ❞ chest presses up against dimitri's own. ❝ i don't want you to kiss me right now. ❞ though it's honestly more of a challenge, shown by the fact that she isn't even trying to get rid of the smirk spreading across glossy lips.

He finds it a little funny, this dance around the truth. Wants to insist she knows how, but maybe she really did just dislike him after all. He's too far in to give up, though. Swallowing, Nathan decides then that if she really did bite his head off, at least his suspicions would be laid to rest. He sucks his teeth. "I don't know, Elena, what do you want?" Little space in between has his voice low, and he takes her hand in his. Raising it to his lips before pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. "'Cause I'm free as a bird right now, and I could be yours... if you want me."

                    she doesn't stop the grin that curls at the corners of her mouth watching the other get on her knees, even despite her lashes fluttering as she observes the female beneath her. index finger reaches out, languidly tracing her jaw line with a precision that could surely only come from attentive visual memory. " you should see how pretty i am underneath these clothes. " lowers voice to whisper unnecessarily. " i'm prettier in lace. "

                    doe eyes stare up at the woman as her index finger curls under her chin, blinking slowly as jihae swallows hard. eyes widen — reaction much like a cartoon, maybe even looks a little more scared than she actually feels. " you... " clears their throat, gaze dropping to look at ahin's body. " is that what you're wearing under... that? "

                    his attempt at annoyance would have been a lot more believable if not for the literal goosebumps rising along his nape. if not for how ridiculously and pitifully pliable at the barrage of kisses tickling his throat. " no, i'm so happy with you. i'm so happy with you that i'll let you sleep on the fucking floor with your fucking cat. " words with no bite, breaths that keep hitching mortifyingly loudly —— if a moan slips out when he's trying to be stern he's going to lose it. " how are you planning on leaving when you have me up against the door like this? seems like you're having too much fun. "

                    chol can't even attempt to stifle the chuckle that vibrates in his chest at the other's not-so-stern words, same smirk adorning full lips as he stares down at milo like prey. " aw, we're having a sleepover? " teases without much malice, it's so much fun to frustrate the other beyond his own comprehension. " you're so right, milo. how could i possibly stop now? " upon the words leaving his mouth he doesn't waste any time in leaning in again, lips peppering along his jaw line, tongue licking against the sensitive spots he's come to know so well before nipping at his neck.

                    eyes narrow. " uh huh, keep lying. it's like you don't even think i'm hot anymore. " he's peeved, but clearly not peeved enough to keep himself from being grabbed at. he was just a man, after all. so when mouths slot together again he entertains it for a little. it's not like he can help it. acton tasted good and he had been deprived of attention for a whole six hundred seconds. but fingers reach out to grip the other's chin, forcibly breaking contact again. " maybe i don't wanna kiss you anymore. "

                    acton pouts like he's never pouted before, trying his best to make it up to the other. " what do you mean? you're literally the hottest thing alive. " works his magic for the time he's able to, audible gasp emitting his lips at the way the other grips a hold of his chin and forces them to part again. " don't say that baby, you'll hurt my feelings. " same pout on display as he keeps him cornered against the wall. " stop bein' a little brat and let me make it up to you, yeah? "

                     head tilts as a visceral reaction to processing what he's being told. wondering if he believes him. he supposes that even if brody has a line of suitors with lips at the ready, rex could bulldoze to the front of the line and claim his rightful spot with ease and no tact. tension lightens in his shoulders and then his features. " well, i appreciate you not punching me in the face after. that'd really hurt, and you'd not like how i'd make you make it up to me. " then smile turns somewhat wicked. " does that mean you liked it? "

                     there's an immediate roll of his eyes the minute the tension is relieved from the situation — hates the fact that the other is even able to make his blood boil the way it does. " you insufferable little— " bares his teeth in frustration at the other, hands coming up to push against rex's chest in defiance to answering his question. " did i like it? did i— do you even care about the answer to that? asking me if i let other people kiss me like that when i don't even kiss anyone! "

Maika Monroe & Bill Skarsgård in Villains (2019)

"  why  would  i  be  scared?  "  she  questions,  still  not  picking  up  on  the  actual  danger  she  was  in.

"  oh, you don't know the shit you're in at all, do you?  "  can't help the smirk that curls the corners of his lips as he steps in to close the space between them. " boss wants your head on a stick for the shit you pulled, princess. "

⠀⠀ ⠀as  he  looked  up,  a  flicker  of  of  interest  passed  over  his  often  detached  expression,  and  he  maintained  eye  contact  for  a  few  silent  moments.  ❝  gun  to  the  head,  ❞  he  said  simply,  tilting  his  head.  maybe  he  should've  been  asking  why  a  psychatrist  even  said  such  a  thing,  but  for  once,  he  actually  wanted  to  participate.  ❝  somewhere  nonescript  obviously.  the  gun  because  you  haven't  done  anything  wrong  to  me.  ❞

⠀⠀ ⠀there's clear amusement in michin's gaze at his choice of weapon, brain ticking over - time at the possibilities.  ❝  interesting.  ❞  femme states bluntly, pen beginning to jot some things down though they're not of any importance — just makes her look the part.  ❝  i have to say that's a little disappointing to hear,  ❞ the psychiatrist shrugs, nylon - clad leg crossing over the other as she sits back in her seat. ❝  aside from the fact that i've done nothing wrong, still such a violent way to die — messy too. did you not think of the clean up? would someone else normally do the dirty work for you, roman?  ❞