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Listen, if you're into fearplay, you gotta be a little creative sometimes. She asks me to stab her by the end of the night. By what? We'll find out.

Wanna get fucked by a DILF unprotected?

People ask if I'm an ass man or a tits man. I'm neither.

For a long time, I believed myself a man dishonored, vile and wretched. But for her to want our own to have a heart like mine... ...perhaps... I'm not as wretched of a man I thought I was.

Finally ready to skip this town with me, Babygirl?

Been up top in the chain of command for so long— —it's good to be back on wetwork.

Another day, another mess to clean up.

They say a Queensblade always comes from a line of Bozjan noble lineage. But having an Ul'dahn Monetarist Princess as a wife makes me feel like a King.

Three summers-old me definitely learned from the best. The best being, the OG ladies' man, Uncle Johnny.

[A Forgotten Fragment] I thought I'd finally redeemed myself, found my happiness. The cosmos has a funny way of making you lay your defenses down— only for dormant enemies to wake and exploit your happiness. It's not too late. I can still be The Wall for as long as I can.

Got a good view from there, Cutie?

Judge, Jury and Executioner.

A Gunbreaker's always packin' heat.

The Royal Guard, loyal until the end.

Happy Father's Day, Major Snowpeak.

In the midst of the lights and sounds, my eye's on you. Bend the way I tell you to, and you'll shine brighter than neon. Your boy's returning again to open up GPOSE SERVICES at NEON MARKET, this JUNE 20. See ya there. 📌http://huntframespeople.carrd.co/#neonmarket2026 📷http://neonmarket.crd.co

My Love, My Queen, My Sun— —you anchored me with your gravitational pull.

It's time for me to crack that aperture wide open, get my trigger fingers ready, and make art outta ya. I'm opening up GPOSE SERVICES at NIGHTMARKET ETHEYRIS, this MAY 30. See ya there. 📌http://huntframespeople.carrd.co/#nightmarket2026 📷 nightmarketetheirys.carrd.co

Now, ain't ya a pretty cut of meat. Ready to be devoured by an apex predator?

"Y'all asked me to dungeon master," Huntar told his friends with whip and riding crop in hand. "I thought we were doing roleplaying," he squints his lone eye, surveilling the dice on the table. "Those ones," he points to 20d4s, "I'll make y'all kneel on them if you derail my scene."