‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍݁ 🏥 ‍┄͡ ‍˖ ࣪ ִℴhh 、 ͙ ᴺ̲ ‍๋࣭ ᵤᵣₛₑ ‍ ׅ⎖ᅠ

how sweet… though, there is a question that remains: he couldn’t wait until morning? or, if he were lucky, perhaps the afternoon? regardless, he’s had his fill of looking. does he like what he sees?

does the ( * reader ) mind? she’s off duty, and it’s far too late for anyone to be standing at her doorstep.

choking him with the very collar i so graciously fastened around his neck.

rewards were reserved for the obedient. just look at how she treated @dreadfullymused after such a hard day’s work. surely, that was a reward in itself, was it not?

need that hobo of a vampire to impregnate me.

blood poured profusely from her nostrils, a recurring affliction as her body continued to reject her. sweeping her tongue across her upper lip, she collected the crimson that had trickled down, licking it away.

there are other methods to help her patients. it’s quite unorthodox isn’t it?