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﹝closed starter ⇾ @hcdcsbcbydcll​ from here ﹞

❝ so what, you’re just going to leave? ❞ the girl called out as she was following her boyfriend down the stairs, a short conversation happening between the two of them as he was grabbing her keys and heading out the door. ❝ oh my god. ❞ running a hand into her hair she had turned slightly, not having realized that her boyfriends brother had been home. ❝ your brothers a dick. ❞ layla spoke, not even thinking twice about it as she was moving to lean against the doorframe. they hadn’t spoken much, and she was sure this wasn’t going to be any different. ❝ let me ask you a question, would you leave your adorable girlfriend alone just to go pick up some video game that just got released? ❞ 

[dreamgrlevl]

@hcdcsbcbydcll asked: 3 for gia and adrian | meme

the blush that's overtaken her features is practically crimson as she straddles adrian and grinds herself against the intimidating length of his thick cock. she's so wet that she can't help but feel embarrassed about it, and she's all but refusing to look at him while the little moans and needy whimpers are falling from her pouting lips. this was all his idea of course, never in a million years would the inexperienced gia even think to put herself in such a position. but adrian has a way of getting what he wants out of her time and time again, and despite how embarrassed and shy can get, gia can't truthfully deny the fact that it feels good and that she enjoys it even if she still feels guilty about that.

[kittywriites]

[[ closed ;; @hcdcsbcbydcll ]] [[ based ]]

Jesus. She was no stranger to alcohol making her a little frisky, but this was something next level. It felt like her skin was buzzing, and each time their arms brushed, Thora swore it sent electricity buzzing straight between her thighs. She took another heavy gulp of her drink, the cold liquid providing temporary relief to her feverish state. It wasn't the relief she was looking for though. Too far gone to care about the party around them, the needy girl palmed at the zipper of his jeans as her lips moved to press breathy kisses to his neck. "I'm hot," she whined. "Aren't you hot?"

[thedcvilherself]

She was tight and warm around his fingers, walls clenching as if trying to push them out. But Ángel had never been one to give in to the demands of others, especially when he had something he wanted, digits being pushed farther before he pulled them out and thrust them inside again. "Do you even want to repent, Genevieve? Are you doing a bad job of begging for God's forgiveness because you think you have done no wrong?" she hadn't, the only mistake she had made was catching their attention. Soft, gullible, easy to break.

The perfect target for them. Ángel hummed as he took a leisurely pace with his fingers, watching Ione present the cross to Genevieve with interest.

Her eyes were already shiny, and it brought a sick sort of satisfaction into Ione, lips quirking into a smile as the girl went chaste and gave the cross a peck. "You think that is good enough for your God? Are you mocking him, Genevieve? Are you not taking this seriously?" she pursed her lips in mocking annoyance. "Open your mouth and properly apologize." as if to make it more obvious what she intended, the blonde pressed the cross against the woman's lips, intent to thrust it inside the moment they opened.

For a moment she had thought that was it, that Ángel had merely needed to assure the holy water was inside her and that the digits would remain for a moment before withdrawing. She was wrong. It's impossible to ignore the sensation of them digging in farther before finally withdrawing, only to ease back inside, notable enough to cause her thighs to tremble and begin creating moisture within her core. "No. No, I do..." The tears are spilling freely from her cheeks now, mortified not only that she'd sinned against God but that in doing so, she'd disappointed the siblings to such a degree. "I know I've sinned, I know...I want to be forgiven."

It's overwhelming; their disappointment, their criticism, Ángel's fingers, Ione's demands, the congregation watching her. Each of these things would be a task for her to manage on it's own and she's facing them all in the same instant.

"N-no." Her lips draw away from the cross, eyes casting back to Ione's face as she seeks understanding, both from Ione and from herself. "I would never mock him. I just...I don't understand." But between words and actions, the blonde helps to make it more clear. Her blue orbs flicker down to the cross before once more to the girl's face, lips hesitatingly falling open under the command, searching for the approval and the forgiveness she so desperately needed.

[thedcvilherself]

It's unlike anything she's ever felt before, the pleasure that seems to explode through every inch of her being, making her see stars, or perhaps the heavens themselves, making her tremble and leaving a mess, a purging of her sin, in its wake. If it wasn't a divine act, then what was? Then suddenly, without warning, she's empty. There's a dull ache as Àngel's fingers withdraw, as he grants her holes the relief she thought she'd been seeking, left with the emptiness and the shame of the way she'd just been made an example of in front of the entire congregation. It's not even the applause that pulls her back, rather the sound of the cross clattering to the ground, Ione's velvet like voice seeming to radiate through her entire being. Genevieve lifts her tear stained face, eyes still welled with the wetness, lips parting but offering only silence. "I-..." It's hard to think, hard to understand reality, Àngel pulling her clothes back into position and forcing her upright, as if the whole incident hadn't ever occurred. "I understand my errors, I do." Her own voice is barely audible, a broken whisper, fearful that she might say the wrong thing. In her mind it was enough, it had to be, what else had she to give? But she didn't see with the eyes the siblings did, she didn't know a path as close to God as they did, how could she speak to them on her holiness? How could she know better than them? "I hope I have done enough. I don't wish to bring shame. I...I promise I will do what it takes to rectify this, to apologize to my god and my church. P-please know this. Please know I am sorry."

He got a front-row seat as her orgasm ripped through her body, fingers squeezed by her walls in a way that had Àngel groaning at the feeling. At the thought of just how good it would feel to have it happen when he was inside her, wrapped in wetness and warmth, and having her become even tighter around his cock. He could do it right then, couldn't he? Pull his fingers out, thrust inside of Genevieve until she was cumming around him, passage eased by the wetness that had already drenched everything. But patience was the only virtue he possessed, and as such, instead of filling her up once more when he pulled away, he simply cleaned his fingers on her dress. "And so the sinner has been cleansed." his words have a gloating quality to them, but they still elicit a cheer.

The smile the siblings share could cut through glass, as sharp as it was.

Ione leaned forward, uncaring of the cross as she let it fall on the ground. "Tell me, Genevieve. Do you think that was enough to wash the sin out of you?" the words were soft, not sweet, but Ione had never been able to fake sweetness like Ángel did. "Do you think what happened now has shown you the error of your ways?" she put a strand behind the woman's ears, humming as Ángel righted her panties and dress before straightening her body, still caught between the two siblings, but more put together. "Or do you think you'll need to be shown salvation again?"

[dreamgrlevl]

@hcdcsbcbydcll asked: 20 for lilith & jessica | meme

completely bare, and poolside jessica knows that she's in a vulnerable position where anyone can catch her laying there with her legs spread and her fingers rubbing against her clit while lilith grinds her wet cunt on the red heads tongue. the risk of someone catching them only seems to make jessica wetter. moaning underneath lilith, she continues to lap eagerly at the other's cunt, slick arousal coating her tongue as she greedily laps up all that she can and continues to pleasure herself at the same time.

[dreamgrlevl]

@hcdcsbcbydcll asked: 21 for lia and andrei | meme (i think you meant 20)

he's been at it over an hour now, between her legs and eating her out with such determination that andrei can barely get her to keep still while he continues, still not satisfied with the many orgasms he's forced out of her with his mouth alone. it's what she gets for calling him mean, now he has to show her how nice he can be...except he's not really being nice at all when all he's doing is overstimulating her and forcing her to cum again and again to the point that he's quite sure he caught sight of a few tears slipping down her cheeks the last time he bothered to look up at her face. oh well, he's far from done and he hasn't even gotten his cock into her yet.

[kittywriites]

[[ closed ;; @hcdcsbcbydcll ]] [[ based on the 3rd bullet from the bottom ]]

"Why would I delete it? I think it's a good angle for you. I mean — " he pulled the photo up on his phone again, and made sure to let her see he'd saved it to his gallery. " — you can definitely tell what you'd look like on your knees. That's what you were going for, right?" Lincoln taunted, pulling his phone back before she could predictably try to grab for it.

[thedcvilherself]

She rolled her eyes at Noah, nudging his thigh with her own. "C'mon, like you don't want some too? Don't think I don't know you stole the gummy worms I kept in my room." A small laugh was given, back arching as he pulled on her hair, body following the trajectory so it didn't hurt. "You're an asshole, Noah." It could have more heat, but she was sure that he didn't mean any harm. It was just how their relationship went, pulling and pushing one another. "I wouldn't be on the streets, silly, probably would have gotten a sugar daddy instead."

At Daniel's return, Lia perked up at the sight of the bowl of candy, though she did accept the beer given to her after a second of staring at it. "Mom wouldn't believe you anyway if you told her. I don't usually drink." and it showed by the way her face scrunched up at the first sip of the drink. It was cold and bubbly, but the taste of beer had never been of her liking. "How do you even drink this?" And yet she didn't want to seem too belligerent, still holding onto it. "Should we watch a horror movie, as someone decided that I couldn't go to a Halloween party." a pout was given to Daniel.

I don't usually drink. A fact he was well aware of, a fact that would only assist in the pill that was already sure to put Lia in a more agreeable state. "One won't hurt you." He teases, words and a demeanor that seem lighthearted, friendly — though his intent is anything but. "I promise the buzz is well worth the taste." Whether for her or him and his son was a specification he's not sure she needs to know the truth of. "Tell you what..." His hand reaches out, cupping her chin with a gentleness that hadn't been displayed earlier, admiring that sweet pout. "So there's no arguments...the first one to finish their beer gets the remote."

He was an asshole, particularly when it came to Lia, a trait he'd argue she was skilled at dragging out of him. He did his best at keeping it concealed, at dropping his hand from her pigtail before his father returned, by acting like their rivalry was little more than playful as the older man set forth the challenge. "You're joking, right?" Noah doesn't know exactly what his father has set in motion but after being raised and taught by the man, he knows something is up and intends to feed into it. "I could pick a two hour movie and nurse this thing and Lia still wouldn't have made a dent." And as if to make a point, he takes a mere swig before digging in further. "Poor little girl can't even handle the taste of a beer."

[thedcvilherself]

The congregation was watching with an almost sort of awe and fervor that Ángel doubted that they were aware of what the siblings were planning to do. What they were doing. Nothing more than the reveal and a slight base of a plan had been made, the ending something they both wanted to see - Genevieve, debauched and devout, praising the same Lord she would be 'sinning' against.

"What do you think, Ángel? Does it look to you that she has repented?" it was almost a taunt from Ione, lips quirked into a smirk, not really hiding anymore because it wasn't like the crowd was paying attention to them anymore. Eyes fully on the red-haired woman.

"I don't think so." he moved forward, closer to Genevieve. He took a gold vial from the pocket of his pants, humming. "I think we should anoint her with holy oil." a chuckle, oil being dropped on two of his fingers, the only preparation that he gave her before thrusting the digits inside her cunt. He didn't move, letting her feel herself stretch around them.

Ione moved until she was near Genevieve's head, playing with the silver plated cross. "Now, I think you should show God how sorry you are." the cross was presented in front of her face. "I think you know what to do with a mouth that keeps spewing lies about being sorry."

Be it for better or worse, with her back to them and the words streaming from her own lips, Genevieve is too lost in her prayers to be entirely aware of the on-goings of the siblings behind her. It isn't until Ángel makes his move that they seem to draw any further response from her, a cry escaping her lips as his fingers are thrust into her virginal cunt, hands dropping from their clasped position in order to grasp the wood at the top of the pew, as it might grant her some relief.

Her entire frame has gone rigid with tension, walls clutching around the digits as if they could stop the intrusion and yet Ione's trying to pull her attention elsewhere, a task that seems impossible in that moment.

Flooded blue eyes cast to the blonde, to the cross in her hand, uncertainty playing its way across her features as she's left with no clear direction. If the tightness of her core or the reaction it drew from her weren't enough display of her lack of experience, her next actions are, head bowing to press a kiss to the cross as if that was the show of remorse Ione was searching for.

[thedcvilherself]

"You always ruin my fun." Lia stuck her tongue at Noah, rolling her eyes in amusement. It was a lie, of course, the fact that she was having any sort of reaction out of him was what she wanted. It was fun, and maybe she was in more of a mischievous mood due to Halloween being right around the corner. "I'm old enough, why wouldn't..."

Lia pursed her lips at Daniel's entrance, a pout forming at his words. "C'mon, Daniel, don't be like that. It's one of the few parties I'm actually looking forward to." his grip on her jaw made her breathless, eyes wide and lips parted. The brunette frowned, pout on her lips before her whole body just deflated. She had never been very good at going against Daniel's 'requests'. "Fine." her tone wasn't happy, and she pulled herself away from her stepfather to sit down next to Noah. "But I want candy for my troubles."

"Candy?" There's a scoff of either amusement or judgement escaping Noah the instant his father exits the room in order to satisfy Lia's childish request. "How fucking old are you again?" As if he didn't know, as if he hadn't assured she was of age the instant his eyes had taken her in the first time, eyes that drifted back just now to glance at the view presented by a blouse left too far open. His arm shifts to extend over the back of the couch, fingers tugging back at one of her pigtails, subtly encouraging her to arch herself for his viewing pleasure. "Does your mom know you dress like you belong to the streets or does she actually believe you're an angel?"

Despite the initial hesitance at her request, Daniel finds himself once again disappearing into the darkness of the home in search of a treat for the girl — or rather, a treat for himself. He slips first into his own bedroom, collecting one of the pills that he used on her mother on the days that she was less receptive to his advances, before returning to the kitchen. Skilled hands pop open additional bottles of beer, pouring the contents of the pill into one of them before seeking out the bowl of candy left over from the previous evenings trick or treaters and returning to the pair. "Here." He extends first the bowl, then carefully offers his son the non-contaminated bottle, appearing oblivious to what he'd walked in on as he passes Lia the beer intended for her. "Since your mom won't be home til late." He settles into the open spot on the other side of her, a smile sent her way. "We can all share a little secret, yeah?"

[thedcvilherself]

Keeping his glee contained was difficult, but he had years to perfect the good man persona, to embody the man of faith garb that everyone ate up with ease. Ángel had been manipulating everyone around him since he was young, after all, and fuck if church-loving girls weren't gullible little fools.

Not that the rest of the parish was much better. "You are witnesses of the sins of this young woman, and you will also witness the absolution of them." A shared look between the siblings, Ione easily raising the skirt and baring her ass to them. He continued as his sister pulled Genevieve's panties down her legs "My sister will assist me in making sure that all the sin leaks out of her."

Ione hid her chuckle with a nod of her head, lips tilted in a beatific version of a smile that shouldn't have put anyone at ease, but they were easy to fool into thinking she was as gullible and innocent as the others. "It will be my pleasure."

Two fingers spread the red-haired woman's lower lips, thumb trailing over her opening before the blonde hummed pleased. "I don't think God has heard you yet, you have to plead for His forgiveness louder."

Despite the image cast onto the screen behind her, the fact that a fair amount of her body had been placed on shameless display for not the entirety of the church to see, there's something far more intimate in the moment that she feels her skirt lifted. Granted hardly a second to process the reveal when her underwear are eased downwards as well, granting the siblings an even more full view of her. If her body hadn't been flush with embarrassment already, it certainly was in that instant, skin feeling as if it would all but scald Ione when she touched her.

Her body tenses, shuddering as the blonde's fingers come into contact with her most sensitive of spots, her most private of spots, thumb teasing against the opening that she herself had hardly found the courage to explore. It's hard to focus on words when she feels so exposed, so vulnerable, but she's far from prepared to ignore the siblings direction, to resist the salvation they're attempting to offer her.

"Father-..." Hands clasp, head bowing as tears finally spill over and stain her cheeks. "I beg you to please forgive me. I- I know my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit and I...I showed it off in a way that is not pleasing to you. I was wrong. I knew- I knew I was wrong and I...I did it anyway. I’m sorry that I broke our trust. I’m sorry for sinning against you. Please...please forgive me for my weakness."

[thedcvilherself]

open to m || connection: anything, but i’ll love you if you give me t*booplot: just some halloween fun, bc it's always halloween

“What do you think?” It’s a loaded question, smile on her full lips as she twirled, small skirt lifting and almost showing a peak of her p*nties. the shirt she was wearing was crisp white, tucked into the plaid skirt and open a button too deep. thigh highs covered her legs while black converse were on her feet, pigtails completed the look of a schoolgirl, maybe a bit conventional, especially when she had made sure her lips were cherry red. “wait no, hold that thought!” Lia grinned and picked up a lollipop from the candy bowl, taking the wrapper off and putting it in her mouth “Ok, now the outfit is completed. You can tell me what you think.”

"You look like you belong on a corner." Noah knows what she's doing, the same thing she's done countless times since their parents had gotten together, taunting him with the thing he couldn't have. He's not even sure if she does it in hopes that he'll give in or merely to terrorize, but the exhaustion he has for the routine is clear in the tension of his jaw, in the way he forces his eyes back onto the television screen as quickly as possible. "You really think he's gonna let you out looking like that?"

"I'm not." The words mark his arrival into the livingroom, his approach having been muted by the noise streaming from the screen, allowing him a glance at the games he'd witnessed Lia pull too many times before. "That's exactly why she's gonna sit and watch the movie with the family like a good girl." He's drawn nearer and without warning, his hand grasps her jaw, grip tight as he lifts her face upwards. "Right, Lia?"

[thedcvilherself]

"You're not what?" her expression is soft, almost too soft. And it's cut by the venom that her next words contain. "A whore?" A blink of brown eyes, cross being brought to caress the young woman's face.

To be honest, Ione could care less who Genevieve showed her tits to, rather, the whole view of purity from the congregation was pretty fucked up. But it did help with allowing the siblings to do whatever they wished, didn't it? So who the fuck cared? Ione was going to manipulate the situation in her favor, and she was going to enjoy debauching the woman in front of her.

"Daughter of Jezebel." Ángel supplied from behind her, one hand on her lower back as Ione moved the cross lower, resting it against Genevieve's chest. Soon, his fingers found the cool metal, pressing it further into her soft skin, probably to leave a pretty red imprint behind. "Isn't that what she is?"

His words were to the congregation, and there was a murmur of agreement, people hanging on to his words. "We have to make sure you are free of sin. After all, who would have sent such a picture to anyone?" a chorus of no one and not me rang from behind the young woman. "Accept the punishment for your sin and repent in the eyes of the lord."

Genevieve can't tell which stings more, the metal pressing into her porcelain skin and marking it red or the disgust that Ione and Ángel displayed for her in that instant, that the entirety of the church displayed for her. It'd been months since she'd first stepped inside these walls, felt, for the first time, seen and welcomed. It wasn't just herself that her actions had brought disgrace upon, it was all of them and the disappointment they felt for her was palpable.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The tears that well in her eyes make it clear she means it, that if she could take it all back, she would in an instant. Only she can't. "I...I accept the punishment. I do." And though she hesitates, the girl is soon rising from her seat on trembling legs, turning her back to the siblings and doing as originally was requested of her, facing the rest of the congregation and bending herself over the pew. "F-forgive me..." A plea for the entirety of the parish as well as the lord. "I've...I've committed an act of lust. My actions w-were wrong...they were sinful and I...I beg for your forgiveness. Please...please, purge me of my sin."

[thedcvilherself]

open to f/femme nb muses: Ángel Martinez, 24 & Ione Shaw, 24 - step siblings in this verse plot: t*boo warning, ione is a tw herself and so is ángel tbh, this will deal with sacrilege. they're being menaces. your muse comes to ángel's congregation and he has found out something to use against them ( of accounts, nudes, etc... )

"It seems that the devil has infiltrated our midst." Ángel had never wanted to follow ministerhood. After all, he wasn’t really cut for it, but it paid well, and to add to the already good deal going on, he could get away with things that most people could never. People trusted him, confided in him, allowed him liberties they didn’t allow others. And of course, he took advantage of it.

Especially in this case, as the image on the screen showed everyone what they had done. “As you can see, we have a sinner in our midst.” blue eyes sparkled as he hid his smile behind a concerned frown “I think we have to show them how sinners are treated, don’t you think?”

There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd, blue eyes meeting brown as his sister smiled at him before raising from her seat, moving until she was in front of the young adult.

“Such nasty sinner you showed yourself to be.” Ione cooed to the person, well manicured hands putting a strand of the woman's hair behind her ear. “Maybe you need something holy inside of you.” a look was given to Ángel, making him handle her a cross. “You’re going to be very good and bend down to face the rest of the parish, aren’t you?”

The word's that escape Ángel's lips are nothing short of an attention grabber, anyone whom hadn't been paying attention to his sermon certainly focusing in that instant, the church silent and eyes all cast to where he stood, her own included. There's not a thought in her mind that his words could have been about her, not until the image flashes onto the screen behind him. There's no denying what it is, her reflection captured in a mirror, body bare, breast and just the top of her cunt on display.

Genevieve could swear the temperature had been turned up to well past a hundred degrees, her entire body feeling as if it were on fire, as if the baby blue dress adorning her frame might suddenly melt against her skin. She's frozen in place, seeming unable to move or speak, as if time had frozen, only pulled from her trance when Ione's gentle touch is upon her. Eyes, the same hue as her dress, flash to the blonde's face and she searches for understanding there.

"Ione, this isn't...I'm not..." Her thoughts and words tumble over themselves, gaze following the hands that exchange the cross and her head shaking. "I only sent that to one person." As if that changes anything, as if his were the only eyes that had viewed it now. "We were dating and he...he asked and I...please." An ex whom she'd persuaded to join the church just weeks prior, and who'd seemingly, turned on her in response. "It's not for everyone to see."

[dreamgrlevl]

closed starter for @hcdcsbcbydcll ft. gia

after several days of being confined to adrian's home, gia had started to feel stir crazy. it was almost serendipitous when her phone received a text from her friends wanting to meet up for lunch. she didn't think anything of it when she got herself ready, nor did anyone stop her as she left the house to greet her friends when they pulled in front to pick her up. gia thought nothing of it, letting herself have fun while she had lunch with her friends. never once did she think it would be a problem that she he had gone out, gia even ordered an extra meal to take back with her for adrian. what she didn't expect was to walk into the scene that she did. he was angry, raging at his men about something she couldn't quite make out and quietly she cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway. "um...should i come back later?"