🔥 I’m Marakuia.

🧨 I’m not your baby — I’m your adrenaline spike.
Inked curves. Wild lips. Zero brakes.
Central European fire in its rawest form.
You don’t scroll past me. You stop. And stare.

💥 I don’t purr. I bite.
Every move — loud. Every look — loaded. Every pose — a dare.
I don’t ask for attention. I demand it.

👟 Day to day? I live in crop tops, low-rise jeans, and anything black with attitude.
My favorite hoodie has bite marks (not mine).
I walk like I own the street — and sometimes I do.
I always carry red Dior Addict gloss and a lighter. Just in case.

🖤 My skin tells stories — five tattoos and counting.
One on my hip, one between my shoulder blades… want to know the rest?
Earn that level.

🔥 I love bold lingerie — black straps, mesh, lace, leather details.
Honey Birdette, Agent Provocateur — I collect them like trophies.
And when I wear them? You’ll wish you were the floor beneath me.

🎶 I listen to techno when I need fuel. Rammstein when I want fire.
Lana del Rey when I play dangerous. My playlist isn’t safe — it’s foreplay.

🎨 I sketch when I’m calm. Only in black ink. Mostly twisted things.
Snakes, silhouettes, mouths that shouldn't smile — I draw what lingers.
My notebook stays locked. For now.

🎁 Spoil me on Throne — make it worth my time.
💎 My toys are already waiting — ready to light up at your command.

💦 Wanna play like a man?
Gush 2 by Lovense — it vibrates. I dominate.

📖 My comic debut is coming — and no, it’s not for kids.
Every page? A new layer of obsession. Get in before I appear.

🎮 Lust needs a playground:
City of Sin — I’m not in it yet… but soon.
And when I arrive, every pixel will ache for me.

🎥 When I go live, it’s not a show — it’s a takeover.
Want to be there the second it starts?
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Get notified. Get ready. Or get left behind.

I’m not the fantasy. I’m the fever dream.
And once I burn into you… nothing feels the same.

— Marakuia