08-20-2018, 07:15 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking couldn't resist the light hearted smile that pulled at her lips; the first genuine one in a long time. It seems mouthass-- or malphas, had taken a liking to her nickname of him, then. The notion made her pleased deep within her chest. Something akin to a purr vibrating in the hollow of her throat. How alarming. She hasn't purred since eons ago. The things that her little sugar bear did to her--
The rememberance if her secret pet name for the medic was enough to wrench a distressed and bashful mumble from her throat. How trivial. Never think of that again stocking.
"Mouth ass," she enunciates clearly as she approaches, eyeing the dark feline and emphasizing his less than serious nickname with a hint of satisfied amusement. A mottled flush heats her ears. "I'll take one."
The rememberance if her secret pet name for the medic was enough to wrench a distressed and bashful mumble from her throat. How trivial. Never think of that again stocking.
"Mouth ass," she enunciates clearly as she approaches, eyeing the dark feline and emphasizing his less than serious nickname with a hint of satisfied amusement. A mottled flush heats her ears. "I'll take one."
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