⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪ ˖⠀ ﹙ 💎 ﹚ 𝒕here's no 𝚄𝚂𝙴 in 𝑓ighting who you a̲re .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Joined August 2025
6 Photos and videos
tsk. don't you blush now, pet.
ㅤ ㅤ shut it, you. ㅤ ㅤ
144
no surprise there, really.
Replying to @AuguralAllure
8. ㅤ ㅤ sometimes, depending on the person, she really really likes to be called ‘ good girl. ’ ㅤ ㅤ
90
‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍s̷𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝑜𝘱𝘦𝘳a̲𝘵𝘰𝘳 . retweeted
12
467
1,968
118,235
RT @shotgvnrvnner: × 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵 ' ×
154
1
claw sharp enough to leave the shape of a crescent moon on ivory skin, yet the touch is embraced as much as lips were only seconds ago. there was no trust but no fear either, just an unspoken agreement that neither of them would »
ㅤ ㅤ for a simple moment, there was more than an enemy within their deathly clutch. as tenderness compiled itself upon lips, palms would further cup the flesh which shaped their features. curl of pinkie to match the angular curve, sharpened nail teasing fragile flesh. — ㅤ ㅤ
1
91
come to any s̷e̷r̷i̷o̷u̷s̷ harm. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. ‘ still thinking i couldn't have you do whatever i wanted? tsk. ’ she spoke around her usual calm smirk, expression unchanged when sets of hands released each other. ‘ playful little »
1
25
thing, you'd look so pretty on your knees for me. but for now, run home to your owner. off you go. ’ 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.
104
could everyone stop talking about their stinky armpits. most of you filthy animals don't even know what soap looks like.
2
48
sharing is caring, if he'd like to hand them over willingly, mh? otherwise, let's see ... how many caps is his life worth to him?
What kinds of things do they do for caps? Cause Charon has plenty to share...
104
‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍s̷𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝑜𝘱𝘦𝘳a̲𝘵𝘰𝘳 . retweeted
38
848
3,437
323,253
unsurprisingly, invitation was followed, and the younger woman was granted the 𝑔ift that was a taste of the operator's lips. united in an embrace that turned softness into hints of 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, mouths would fit perfectly, until teeth »
ㅤ ㅤ to know destruction as detailed as her own, one had to know care. chartreuse oculi shared the unbroken line, flicker of faux humanity found within. limits were brokered, actions decided an age ago. leveraged hands eased herself forward into the embrace of— ㅤ ㅤ
1
52
tugged at bottom lip and 𝒷lack pulled away. manicured nail 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 'pon throat, smirk returned to brims. amused. ‘ you may 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 now, darling. ’
78