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!2DFESS 、A young single mother would love to meet new people and bring a little more life to her timeline. Leave a keyword and your preferred language below ; or you may repost this for future interaction. Until our paths cross. ♡ˎˊ˗
— W-OC.
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!2DFess : afternoon, everyone. My writer decided to woke me up from my slumber and insisted on looking for new friends. You can leave your IC below to interact, or just tap the repost button to see me strolling around. See you soon.
W-OC, a vampire.
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we all know there have been only spiteful utterances coming out of him whenever Dominic is around. Those words were like nonexistent arrows coming through him unharmed. It leaves nothing on him. Lustful comments, however, might leave something that’s gonna burn every
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part of this host body.
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, @repentative?
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Replying to @repentative @devoteion
on top of him, and stradle him between my thighs. I watched how the moonlight fragments casts upon his fair features, making them look delicate, how his chest rises slowly as he breathes. Then, as if uttering a prayer, I lean in to land a kiss against his soft, yet cold lips.
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He just couldn’t get his gaze, the one that’s quite inappropriate, off @repentative’s figure. Perhaps, Dominic was let to have his own time while the priest ignored him.
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becomes slightly hazy. He sniffs, inhaling the priest’s scent deeply to fill up his lungs. His head then tilts up, opening his mouth wide without taking the wide grin off his face. “Sure, you might get drowned with ecstasy, Father.” Dominic’s fingers run to the priest’s
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undergarment while he doesn’t seem like he could get off @repentative’s crotch.
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I could hear your God sighed in disappointment.
Replying to @repentative @devoteion
into his gut like a blade of guilt, and he’s forced to face the fact that his building arousal down there desired such a young soul for a moment. He isn’t even angry by what he said. What is he doing? He presses a palm to his face. “You’re ... so young. We can’t be doing this.”
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“Didn’t you realize, the fact that you’re here now because you’re obsessed?” he tilts his head to the side, bringing back Ozias’ hands to his cheek, “The one you’d give your soul to,” he pauses, “The one you’d pray to?” his chuckle slips out shortly, he is entertained.
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“The dead boyfriend from long.. long.. ago,” he says, nuzzling his cheek on @repentative’s palm. “He’s here now,” he makes up a sad face, “You must be so happy. Right?”
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Rests his cheek against @repentative’s thigh.
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truly was interested in him. The wheel spins a little too fast. Though, he doesn’t hate it. He would gladly see the gloom get darker above Ozias’ head, messing with the priest’s mind, and get him for himself. “Do you really want to die that much, Father?” a slight grin
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creeps up his face as he holds @repentative in his arms despite his words being delivered in a pitiful tone.
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grows thinner, as though a child being teased for a limited edition candy at the night of Halloween. Dominic gets a little too enthusiastic despite his unfaltering face, as though it doesn’t mean anything to him, meanwhile he is expecting something coming from Ozias
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that makes his blood quietly rush beneath his pale skin, his veins might tremble, craving for @repentative’s desperate cries of wishes to grant.
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