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𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ᛪ༙ VELVET ．
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ensure she doesn't shiver, hands folding neatly in her lap. the same pretence of perfection, unmoved by the subtleties of their game. "who gets to decide; the buyer, or the thing for use?"
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"there are rules to everything. if there are three bottles of 1811 château d’yquem left in the world, are they simply worth their value, or does a man pay for the experience? to be the one to say 𝑖 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒?"
her stockings are thick enough to
ً@lwyrupd
"you weight it against how hard it is to get," he said, an arm draped over his knee as his icy gaze observed. she's playing someone else, someone who could be seen as pious to a man less experienced than he was. "basic supply and demand. you agree .ᐣ" two fingers walk >
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and she chokes, finally, her voice snuffed, jerking in another answer. the ache is bone deep, it is in the marrow, it is in her empty stomach and her empty cunt. it does not leave.
she bites.
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belly tensing as she arches. is she moving towards her or away from her?
her eyes stay glassy with that unshed ache, a plea leaking from the seams of her spit drenched mouth (𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆. you're not a mouth, you're a hole with too many teeth)
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it is pathetic how quickly she crumbles, flayed open with nothing more but the right amount of pressure, the soft brand of cruelty that speaks in maryanne's candied cadence. her throat is packed full and pulped red, every swallow an abraded
𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛.@ohailmary
the jaw is forced into an unnatural, aching stretch, the tendons of the neck cording beneath skin that has turned a flushed, feverish rose. it is a meaner intrusion now, indifferent; she can feel the convulsion of mariana’s hitched breath, can see the water that dribbles over
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to put to use. (there’s always a tell, some type of truth in the way someone holds themselves, in what they use to ground their runaway imagine. mariana closes the distance between them slow, expectant, unrelenting.) daddy sent me here to learn my lesson.
𝑒𝑚pire ͏_ANTS .@persecutori
good enough for… 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡? (the silver band on his finger catches the light; round and round it goes，pushed by his thumb，a carousel of fidelity that bears the burden of a greater hypocrisy.)
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/ would anyone be interested in writing with my southern preachers daughter oc that grew up in a cult
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there is an ache in her jaw so elusive she whimpers, resisting the pull, too selfish to make it easy. she jerks, gifts her acceptance pink and wet and desperate. maryanne does not need to love her, she only needs to hurt her enough that she can't remember the difference.
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maryanne does not love her——but she has spent her life learning the complexities of playing pretend, reshaping herself into different women, different perfections. there is no reality that mariana cannot live.
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does she know? does maryanne understand that there are intricacies in the golden sheen of her skin that mariana had only witnessed in the thick of first love, barely fifteen and so terribly, brutally trapped in her desperation to be loved, to stay loved.
𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛.@ohailmary
it is thick work; the suction is a pulse, a humid thrumming that curdles through the bone and settles soft and sweet in the base of maryanne’s belly. mariana’s tongue is a restless ribbon that licks and coils, tracing the whorls of the print and curling through, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡
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