#cvnikal

       ✱ JACOB STARES AT THE FEMALE. he simply nods his head towards her statement. believing in what the other had spoke was hard for him considering the times he’s been in the same proximity as the female. even though she states that she isn’t jealous, or there was nothing to be jealous of, the expressions that are left read upon her face tells him otherwise. a slight smirk paints over his features as his hands slips into his pockets, a breathy laugh escapes his lips all in that order. “ do you remember last time you told me you weren’t jealous. is this a repetition of that day? ”

he wasn’t certain to what the female was as her features were above average, or maybe that was an understatement coming from him – surprisingly. to be seen at first sight as someone who would more than kind, but the moment she speaks tells you otherwise. she was someone to capture jacob’s attention due to her antics. they were out of the ordinary, almost as he was. a streak of evil runs through all humans, but hers were more prominent at times making him wonder what made her the way she was. there’s a fascination to see what buttons pushed does to different people. jealousy is known to be an ugly trait, at times very annoying to him when one complains about it. it’s with lilith that she would actually do something about it.

“ well, i’ll believe your little lie now, but when you’re fed up with lying to yourself about your streak of jealousy that’s clear to see on your face… amuse me. ”

she is growing so tired of this becoming a topic where they begin to bicker in each other’s ear. lilith isn’t even too sure if this is a portrayal of jealousy but she knows it’s rarely experienced due to her self confidence and the fact that she managed to age so beautifully despite her rotting on the inside. “aren’t you surprised that i haven't choked you yet?” she questions, wide smile displaying pearly whites were shown over her visage. blinking ever so innocently as if those words never released from her precious lips. 

the tattoo artist was clearly stating the way she felt but unsure of it being displayed as a form of jealousy. it couldn’t be the case despite her staring at all these girls, either thinking they were below average or attractive. but she rolls her eyes at jacob’s statement, scoffing quietly before she mumbles a profanity or two. “pft. i don’t get jealous, you know why?” pausing, index finger pointing directly at her face. “i’m too beautiful to get stress marks over a man like you.” 

surely, jacob managed to leave a great impression on her. 

#SOURCE | ACCEPTING. TO AND FOR @cvnikal

she likes them corrupted, trouble souled to where they can be themselves. 

she was always so drawn to jacob since day one and even then it doesn’t seem to change. the obvious attraction and the multiple attempts of shrugging him away, a challenging game of cat and mouse between the two of them. he has lilith all wrapped around his fingertips. these moments were enticing, bringing them closer and unexpected twists along the way. 

she likes them filthy, erotic and no filter drawn from their words. 

can’t deny that she likes the way his hands feel when they’re roaming around her frame, examining every inch of her skin when she’s exposed without the clothes hanging around her body were covering her in front of him. being physical was nothing difficult, exposing mental emotions was another story they have yet to bring up if it gets to that peak. 

she likes them rough, no withdraws when the door shuts behind them. 

noises were muffled, hand around the neck. lilith tells him to keep going and he gives it to her with his breath hindering over her skin. he controls every single movement, informs her to rock in this direction or another. it’s a game between the two of them, she insists on playing this game. 

she likes him like no other, the way where words can’t explain the way she feels. 

their lips never met, too close but yet so far away. her legs hovering and around the waistline of jacob’s frame, practically hanging onto his taller frame. her nails dig into his back, pale becomes red. the amount of pressure lingering causes him to groan and it’s as if she earned it. satisfied with that alone but the inquiry that ends up ringing into her lobe causes her to cup the underside of his neck to his chin. 

“i don’t know, do you deserve it?” claiming dominance, she isn’t a submissive woman. despite him practically getting the upper hand in these types of heated moments. touches laid over his skin were feathery, she cups the nape of his neck until their forehead presses against one another. “do i get a taste of you too?” another question falling out from lilith’s sinful mouth. 

a woman a lust.

#SOURCE | ACCEPTING. TO AND FOR @cvnikal11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

“what’re you up to?” chirping out loud, no hesitation in the way her fingers circulated around the knob in order to twist it to the left and giving it a gentle push. waiting out in the living room, there was no patience plus she’s a curious woman. there shouldn’t be anything to hide, or to make each other feel like there was a space between their bodies or minds. 

eyes landing over pale flesh, lips a centimeter apart from one another unknowingly. she isn’t ashamed to look over at the way he’s presenting himself just because she was brash enough to step forward and open the door swiftly. he must’ve scolded her underneath his breath because there’s a low rumble she managed to hear causing her to laugh behind her hand before it waves from side to side. “oh, goodness. you’re telling me to wait outside for you to change? who would’ve thought, my jacob has such proper manners.” 

this connection is indescribable. though there’s nothing more than a simple bond between their twisted minds, molded perfectly into mass destruction. these people who live around the both of them should be afraid every single day. step after step, lilith inches closer to the taller male. she’s a bold woman, never hesitant to reach for what she’s always wanted. whether it was temporarily or until the end of time. 

“you need some help?” shirt’s already discarded, eyes wandering over his skin again so shamelessly. gleaming in the irises with fingers feathery brushing over his stomach before it leads over the hem of his pants, index fingers swiping into the belt loops. a small tug playfully before it leads over to the button that was centered to play with it. 

         ✱ HIS ARM USED TO PROP UP HIS HEAD, jacob looks at the male a smirk forming upon his face as he listens to the male before him. “ and what about this other guy ? ” he asked with mild curiosity. jacob was one for a good story, one to keep his interest at least. he could conclude so far that the other was doing that much so far as he was contributing to actually reply to the male. something that he didn’t do often if he wasn’t for what the other was saying. in a way it was benefitting him as the male would possibly re-tell of the damage that jacob had caused this ‘ other guy ’. “ or should i say, how did this ‘ other guy ’ look when you spotted him ? ” 

she’s supposedly in lust with everyone, with the way she begins to age and everyone’s appearing differently through. but she always enjoys the way people portray themselves. jacob was always an eye-catcher because he has this unusual demeanor. men now a days are so dull, unsure of how to create a conversation or they’re in it to grab her body beneath the sheets. 

lilith is unreachable, unworthy of even having ten minutes of her time alone. 

“my darling, the night is still ever so young.” the tattoo artist comments, looking around with wandering dark irises and she glances back down at her watch. time is ticking but it always feel like it hasn’t passed midnight just yet. then again, she’s a woman who can last a while without full eight hours of slumber. 

night time is where all the fun happens, she thinks. groups of friends are gathered around for dinner or to the nightclub until troublesome individuals interrupt all of that. because people don’t really care anymore. relapsing with lines of coke displayed on coffee table, musty and the rooms wrenched with bodies. that’s what she experienced last time and it resulted to the male who attempted to take advantage of her, shredded until bones were visible. ‘if only your lips tasted as good as this,’ is what lilith mentioned when blood from the latter painted over her mouth and onto her tongue. 

{  ✖ ; “ …. the fuck are you talking about… ? ”

⸢  †  ⸥            ❛  your parents never told you  ’bout the science b’hind the  birds & the bees ?  ❜  the question is asked in a dramatic gasp,  hunter’s lips parted and mouth agape in a way that conveys far more surprise than he actually feels - which may become obvious considering how short-lived this phase of his visage lasts.  ❛  ya’no ... there are tons ‘a lil’ sperms that come from your dad,  an’ one of ’em is you,  an’ you were the strongest an’  fastest  one ’cause you got to your mom first and then somewhere ’round nine months later - well, okay,  you get it.  right ?  i was sayin’ that if nothin’ else,  you can be proud ‘a that.  good job,  jacob.  ❜

                         — ( four word prompts. )     status: accepting!

— ( 星 )  an eyebrow rose as arms cross over her chest, her gaze fixating on the taller male beside her. “probably not. but at this point, i’m desperate. all i need is your help so i can get into this party and sabotage this bitch inside. i can’t get in without a partner. you can dip right after we get in.” she nodded her head towards the entrance, her eyes still locked on the other. “there’s food and drinks inside, if that’s any incentive.”