༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟

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[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ༺ 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 ༻ ⠀

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 ⠀⠀ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒. 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎. ⠀

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[ُ @grnte]

she is the virgin——harlot. she is vulgar, witty, knowledgeable to a depth that terrifies, cruel when she is most kind.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

SMS: @corpusveritas

- what was with the long face in Henderson’s class? Did you watch the notebook again? I told you that shits garbage, you don’t need to cry over it.

[ sends a selfie of her pointing her fingers like a gun at her phone. ]

- talk or I’ll shoot.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

Right where I like you. . .

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

“Pathetic,” she murmured darkly, the lustful haze in her eyes tracing along the curves of his muscles. Mapping his body to memory.

“Already desperate and I’ve barely touched you.”

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

Her nails dragged sharper lines down the outline of her markings, firm enough to draw small beads of blood.

“Again. Say ‘thank you mommy.’”

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

What’s wrong with it?

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

Now thank me for being so generous to you.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

Be sure to tag that little slut you were talking to in chemistry so she can see this first.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

—

[𝑨𝒓𝒕 🎨 @_ArtMuseum]

The Bite, by Edvard Munch (1914)

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

She was the one who supplied him with the drugs.

Possibly.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

heat blooming through her skin and down into her core, grounding and consuming all at once.

“How did you make it?”

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

She savored the air between them, drawing it in like it belonged to her, her tongue brushing lightly against his bottom lip in a fleeting tease. Her eyes dipped to half-lidded slits, heavy with intent as she lingered just close enough to promise more without giving it.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

“Ever the overachiever, aren’t you?” she murmured, arms winding around his neck with an easy familiarity. Her fingers idly toyed with the curls at the nape, slow and absentminded.

That’s when it really settled in—the warmth, the haze. The way his hands pressed into her hips,

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

lightly against his as a soft, unsteady laugh escapes her.

“You’ve outdone yourself this year,” she murmurs, voice warm and hazy, already softened by the slow bloom spreading through her body.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

Her gaze never wavers from his—not even as she draws the smoke into her lungs, slow and deep until it stings, until the edges of her vision blur and spark. She holds it there, suspended, seconds stretching just long enough to make her head tip back slightly with the weight of it.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

When she finally exhales, she leans in close, fingers brushing beneath Sherlock’s chin in a gentle tilt. The breath leaves her lips into his, shared between them in a slow, intimate exchange—lingering, deliberate.

She doesn’t pull far, hovering within his space, her nose nudging

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

there—waiting, expectant—for him to bring the flame.

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

Every word slipping from that sinful mouth drew her in, a slow, knowing grin lingering on pale, parted lips. She shifted onto her knees, gliding closer across the bed to inspect what he’d laid out before her—measured, deliberate, like a goddess deciding whether something was

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

worthy of her favor. A soft hum of approval vibrated low in her chest.

“What’s the high like?” she asked, curiosity threading through her tone as her gaze locked onto his. She leaned in, lips closing around the filter as she took the offered joint from his fingers, holding it

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

rises, it’s with a languid sort of grace—hair tousled into a wild cascade over her slender shoulders, sleep still clinging to every movement.

“What did you get me?”

[༆ 𝐼𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 @salacioussadism]

She hums softly, a note of quiet contentment, eyes still stubbornly closed as her hold on him loosens just enough to let him slip free. Unhurried, she stretches upward along the bed, spine arching in a slow, feline curve before a breath slips from her lips.

When she finally