#ofsacriilege

[distantxdaydreams]

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It had been a long night, and by the time he returned to the bar his knuckles were bloody and bruised. The stinging sensation from the wound on his forehead had finally gone unnoticed, and he let out a low groan as he walked through the door. Mostly everyone was gone from the bar, minus a few guys in the corner and his girl sat at the bar. He was surprised to see her there, considering he had told her to leave when he headed out to deal with the little problem he was having. However, he was happy to spot her here. Mitchell went straight for her, turning her body on the bar stool so she was facing him. He was exhausted, sure, but still had some pent up anger he needed to work out. “You’re still here.” He stated, giving her a pointed look as his hand slipped between her thighs, pushing towards her center.

[skullboned]

            “are you gonna be a good girl for mommy during her rut?” beverly knew that she shouldn’t look at delaney in the manner that she was now, that despite the fact that she was an alpha, she should be able to control herself around her own child. but delaney smelled absolutely devine, mouthwatering, causing her already hardening cock to ache and pulse rather obviously in her leggings. “we can do this the easy way or the hard way. that is the only choice you have.” 

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[skullboned]

                   “they’re always so cute when they’re crying, aren’t they?” tommy murmured, barely loud enough for reina to hear, but audible nontheless. their victim lay sprawled on the cement floor, hog tied, tears pouring down their cheeks, the gag in their mouth soaked with saliva wasted from their screams. “it’s kind of funny. before, you were boasting to your friends about how a bitch like me should be put in my place. is this the place that you were thinking of? are you pleased now that you know my natural state?” 

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[skullboned]

          “am i better or worse than the prince you imagined?” arjun was quite curious as to what adaline had envisioned, what caused her to flee from their betrothal before the date they were arranged to meet. he could not judge this choice, after all, he had fled, too, but he wanted to know if it was for a similar reason or if they were lost at sea in different directions. “i was afraid that my father had chosen a child bride for me to wed, as he had done when he married my little sister off just shy of her fifteenth birthday. i believed it better to remove me from the equation entirely than allow such a thing.” 

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            “are you sure you’re okay with this?” it was...a very strange thing to do, ask your best friend to make a porno with you. but, embry needed the money to cover his mom’s surgery--he sure as hell was too proud to straight up ask tristan for it, though he would surely be good for it, but apparently not too proud to beg him to do this. surely, as capitalism taught them to believe, at least in this instance embry was working for it instead of leeching off his friend? “i know it’s a bit...unconventional.” 

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[skullboned]

                “c’mon, don’t you want me?” elle had ariadne backed up against the sink in the cramped guest bathroom of the shitty apartment they were currently inside while attending a god-forsaken house party where both had hoped to meet an up and coming director who was not, in fact, present. what else was there to do now but get up to some shenanigans to make up for the boring ass conversation they’d had to survive? elle’s cock was straining against her jeans as she nipped at the shell of ariadne’s ear, palms gliding along the width of her back. 

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                          THEY SAY it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. but william never did care much about superstitions. he had gone into the room she was getting ready in at the church, making sure that she was alone when he entered without even knocking. primrose was a vision in white; although the choice in color was quite ironic since she wasn’t pure. a smirk curled on his lips as he silently shut and locked the door behind him. “i cannot wait to tear that dress off you, my darling.”

[skullboned]

            groceries cradled in both arms, clint was forced to toe the door to his apartment open, keys held in a precarious t-rex adjacent grip. having gained entrance, he kicked the door shut behind him and slid the paper bags onto his counter, but not without noticing the shoes by his door, shoes far too small to be his own. clint knew exactly who they belonged to, so he took his time, putting away the perishables and collecting all the other shit in a semi-pile on the counter before he began his search, finally locating natasha curled up like a cat on his bed. she looked smaller and younger than she typically did, and clint’s chest tightened at the reminder that she trusted him. he must’ve stepped on a creaky board as he approached, because natasha’s eyes were now open and on him, half lidded and non-threatened as she was. I HEARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN WASHINGTON. SAW THE TWITTER FEED, REALLY. YOU OKAY? 

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