#sanctoriumofsin

[herosluts]

@sanctoriumofsin​ asked 17b from kink meme  (accepting!) “17b for Harley from my Jon“

Harley was on his own, he was single, free, living life and for that night out he was looking for some kind of action. Any kind. Chaos normally followed him everywhere and sure his attitude caused it, but when he caught sight of Jon and was smirking at how eager he seemed, it took only a long make out session to finally with a quick, “C’mon, babe, just right down the hall, not far, you’ll be back to your pals in no time!” 

They didn’t make too far down the hotel’s hallway, literally right there where anyone could catch them when he tugged down the back of his shorts, “Mmm, puddin’, c’mon,” using a name he’d used for only one man before, and trying to desensitize himself to it, as he felt Jon start to fuck him. Was this slutty? Maybe, but Harley was anxious for anything.

[lemonadearchived]

🍋 closed starter for @sanctoriumofsin​

Cherry didn’t actually know why she hadn’t told anyone about her suspicions yet, she only knew that it was something that she wanted to keep to herself. Almost selfishly, really. This strange little game between the pastor’s daughter and the man claiming to want to replace him had become something of an addiction that she was reluctant to put an end to. The redhead didn’t doubt that watching him squirm when she questioned him about religion and the bible offered her the same rush of endorphins that Mitchell’s increasingly less subtle interrogations about her personal life and fleeting relationships brought him. It was like they were dancing both with and around one another, trying to feel the moment out and guess what the other’s next move would be. Lately, however, things between them had only been escalating.

“If I ask you what you want from my father, you’re not going to give me an honest answer are you?” The question was more brazen than anything she’d tossed at him before, freckled face tilted to the side as she watched him from her perch atop the church altar. It was just the two of them, ‘relaxing’ after that night’s sermon and the cleanup that so often came with them. Her father’s bottle of reserve whiskey was out of its hiding place, cap off now that a few drinks had been stolen by both of them. She took another small sip, nose scrunching at the burn before she held it out to Mitchell. “What about if I ask you what you want from me?” Cherry knew - or at least had a very strong idea - but a part of her wanted to hear him verbalize it.

[lemonadearchived]

🍋     another m/f smut meme .   accepting

@sanctoriumofsin​​  sent:       4A free choice of your girls & Tobias

This wasn’t the sort of thing that a good, god-fearing girl like Cherry usually did. In fact, it wasn’t something that she could say she’d ever done at all until this very moment. The cold ground was uncomfortable beneath her knees and yet all she could focus on was the massive cock right in front of her freckled face. She licked her plush lips, slicking them before wrapping her warm mouth around the mechanic’s meaty tip. Her tongue lapped at the velvety flesh experimentally, swirling around his head before she began to take more of him. The riskiness of it all was getting to her, adrenaline flooding her veins even as her own arousal flooded her cunt and threatened to soak through her daisy dukes. So much for being sweet and innocent!

Cherry hummed against his rigid cock, pink tongue flattening against the underside once she began to hollow out her cheeks. Tobias was so big that she was barely halfway to taking him in when she first gagged, those shining blue-green eyes of hers rolling behind her lashes as her nimble fingers shifted from his base to grab eagerly at his hips for some stability. She fought through the tickling sensation and relaxed her throat as best as she could. Always something of a people pleaser, Cherry was desperate to be good at this and to make him feel as good as he’d said it would be.