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Hey! 😊

I hope you're doing well.

II’m reaching out with something really close to my heart. A dear friend and his family are going through an incredibly hard time.

They urgently need support, and even the smallest act of kindness — a share or donation — could make a life changing difference.

This is about compassion, about standing by each other when it matters most. 💛

Thank you so much for taking a moment to care 🙏

@adamallii87

!!!

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no text + k-angel focus below!

magazine cover in an alternative universe?? maybe??? (since no one knows angel as 'angelic' iykwim.)

just had fun thinking of these two babies (with BANGERRR designs) with 'angel' in their name!

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Why does Hyugo skip classes???

(A joke in my head that did not give me peace. I dropped these scribbles like a bomb and went on about my business. Have a nice day!)

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Hi there , I hope you’re doing well.

I recently shared my story about the challenges my family and I face in Gaza 🇵🇸 and would be so grateful if you could help by reblogging it 🔁.

Every share brings more awareness and support 🫶, and if you’re able to donate 💖, even a little makes a huge difference 🌟. Thank you for caring and for any help you can offer 🙏.

!!!

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Solivan Brugmansia x reader

you work as a body piercer <3

“Are you sure you can handle all the work?” Your coworker asks, leaning by the glass counter from where you’re sitting.

“Yeah, I doubt people would come by this place on a monday night” You replied as you lazily placed your legs on the counter. It’s been a few months since you worked as a body piercer, and the salary helps pay your bills tenfold.

“Alright, take care” She smiled before turning her back at me to leave

“Oh- before I forget, you have a scheduled appointment with…” She pulled the door handle slightly, letting the gust of cold air enter the store, “...Mr. Brugmansia”

You tilt your head a little from the mention of his name, “huh- Oh!” You recalled. It’s that one tall gentleman who gets most of his piercings from you, how did you let yourself forget? He’s practically your number one visitor… and perhaps your small crush

“Right, I’ll take note of that-”

“It’s scheduled tonight” She informed

“...Oh- uh, yeah, i’ll prepare now” You get up from your relaxed position and check your phone, scrolling through a pile of archived emails until one in particular appears below a phishing link.

You read through the formally written mail: a scheduled appointment at 8:30PM for a frenum piercing– wait, WHAT?!

Sorry, this one is still a work in progress ;)) Happy April fools~

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🩷💍 DAY 5 IS OUT NOW! 💍🩷

Hello Angel... ^^ Day 5 has officially been released and is now available for everyone to play! You can download it now on itch.io!

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

Fem! Solivan [AKA Solana] x Fem! Reader

The Kid at the Back is an 18+ game and this post will have 18+ content MINORS DNI

cw: groping, tit fondling, dry humping, pre-establish relationship

a/n: uhhhhhh women! fuck, women guys women, i love women did you know that? fuck i love women, is it obvious?? fuck i love solana and i dont see enough fics of her ＿|￣|○､;

//unedited

"Hey, Sol can you scoot over to the left? No no, the other left."

"S-Sorry, pumpkin, it's a bit tight but I'll try." Sol stutters and shuffles to the side, cheeks red from the close proximity with you. "Is this, okay?"

Biting back a small pleasurable groan from having both your and Sol's tits rub against each other, you chose the safest option and nod your head instead. "Mhm, p-perfect."

Curse Hyugo for tricking you both into walking inside a small closet because he's 'so scared of the dark!'. Yeah, what a damn liar, he could go fuck himself.

Shifting your bent leg from its cramped position, you don't feel your knee rubbing against Sol's crotch, who immediately shut her orange eyes and bit her lip to conceal a whimper.

"Hey, Sol," You spoke after a while of silence. "I just wanted to say sorry for getting us both locked in here, I'm so gonna beat Hyugo's ass for locking us in here."

Hunched over, Sol hides her red face in between your shoulder and neck, her breathing heavy. "M-Mhm!"

Noticing her weird breathing, you pull your crushed arm from the wall and rest it against Sol's green locks. "Hey, are you okay?"

Seemingly embarrassed, Sol pulls her face away from your shoulder, eyes casted to the side as she mumbled something.

"What was that?" You leaned closer.

She mumbled louder this time, orange eyes now on your own.

"Y...your," She licks her lips, ignoring the way your eyes glanced over to them before returning to her eyes. "Your knee is rubbing against..."

"Against what?" You repeated, urging her to finish her sentence.

"Your knee is rubbing against my crotch..."

"..."

Glancing downward and lo and behold, there was the problem that was causing Sol's breathing to become flushed and labored. Flustered and embarrassed, you try and wiggle your knee away from underneath Sol's skirt, but it seems to do nothing as it only made it worse.

Mostly because of the lack of space and definitely not the way Sol's hips grinded back against your knee.

"Fuuuck, [Name]," She moaned, tilting her head back against the shelf giving you a good look of her lustful gaze and messy hair.

Swallowing a gulp of saliva, you stutter our apologies. "S-sorry! I'm so sorry, Sol, I can't move away!"

Moving with what little room you have; you unknowingly place your hands on her chest to create space. "If I can just-"

"W-wait!" Sol pleads, hips frantically rocking against your knee, arching her back so you can grope at her breasts some more. "If you keep moving your knee like that, I'm- I'm gonna-!"

"Hang on, Sol! My knee's almost out!" You reassured her, raising your head to give the lust filled girl a comforting smile.

Whimpers and groans left Sol's lips, her cheeks were flaming hot, her pussy throbbed against the constant grinding motion of your knee, her clit aching from the lack of attention.

Grabbing both your hands from her chest, she guides one hand down into her underwear where her clit sat nice and patiently and the other, under her black shirt to pinch at her pierced nipples.

"H-here," She moaned, pressing her forehead against yours, her breath mixing with yours. Sol's eyes were wet and ready to spill tears from the constant teasing of your knee. "Can you touch me here, please?"

Fuck, she looks so hot right now. How could you not listen to her? You clenched your thighs from her begging, feeling your panties get soaked.

"Okay, fuck, okay okay," You muttered, the hand that was in her panties began to play with her clit. Her back arches, relieved to finally get her clit played with.

Leaning forward, you planted open mouthed kisses on her collarbone, nibbling and sucking on certain spots that left her a whining mess in your arms.

"Like that- just like that [Name], fuuUck!~" Your hand that wasn't occupied with Sol's clit, lifted up her black shirt to her chin, bra included, her breasts perked and ready for you.

"Fuck, Sol," You murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of her right breast, she keens at the feeling. "Has anyone told you that you have such pretty tits?"

She giggles, "Only you have, pumpkin."

Leaning down, Sol locks her lips with yours using her hand to cup the back of your head to keep you in place.

"Okay ladies~ I'm here to save you from the dark monster in the clos- WOAH!" Hyugo swings open the door with a shit eating grin on his face only to jump at the intimate position you two were in.

In your arms, Sol stood with her shirt rolled up revealing her chest, her collarbone littered with marks, hair messy, her green skirt hiding your hand that was in her black lacy panties, her juices rolling down her thighs.

As for you, your face was littered with lipstick, cheeks hot at being caught by Hyugo.

"Sooo, does this mean you both are together-together?" Hyugo questioned, breaking the silence.

Ripping herself away from you with an unreadable expression, Sol pushes Hyugo aside, not caring that her breasts were on full display, grabbing the door handle with a grip that you were sure she dented the metal and slams the door shut.

Stunned at her reaction, you looked for an explanation from her only to be pinned against the wall instead, breasts pushing against your covered ones.

"Shall we continue?" She breathed.

My tip jar! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

still shit at writing smut god dammit

anyways me and my wife solana rn

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The Power of Memories 🎞️

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed, and I want to share a little bit of my journey with you.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place I once called home. Life was simple but beautiful. I remember sitting with my family in the evenings, drinking tea and telling stories. I remember walking through the streets, greeting neighbors, feeling like I belonged. I remember celebrating birthdays, laughing over silly jokes, and dreaming about the future.

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed. My home is gone. My family is not whole anymore. My city is unrecognizable. 💔 The streets that once felt so safe are now filled with emptiness. The laughter has been replaced with silence.

And yet, I hold onto my memories. Because memories remind me of who I am, where I come from, and what truly matters. They remind me that love, family, and connection are stronger than destruction.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family, tell someone you love them, appreciate the warmth of home. These small moments are what truly make life beautiful. 💙

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

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A dance to our demise

Crowe x gn!reader

WARNINGS: gore, death, BAD ENDING SPOILERS

It's been a month since I took a break from writing. It's hell here </3 I'll try to write my silly drafts and bug my editor about it hehe :3

Ib theories about Crowe🥀

Your eyes fluttered open, waking up to a gloomy room, suffused with the absence of illumination—yet a yellow flame burns ever so slightly in your vision.

A bright, white light abruptly beamed directly at the figure before your very eyes, illuminating him from top to bottom. You blinked frantically, focused on nothing but the man standing idly on checkered tiles, the center of attention, hogging the spotlight. A candlestick—no, a white carnation in his hand, keeping it close to his chest as you rose from the bitterly cold ground. The sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the room, and you squinted as you approached him. You can’t see his face, or rather, what he looks like, and you can’t remember either. How odd. 

The light flickers briefly.

And suddenly, his face isn’t blurry anymore–Crowe?!

“Did you miss me?” he asked, reaching a hand out, eyes fixated on you. His pale blue eyes, once full of life, a sparkle gone; leaving it lifeless. 

Taking his hand, he pulled you to the spotlight and dropped the flower. He has a hand on your waist, the other holding your right hand, as the faint sounds of piano and violin begin to play. A slow, melancholy tune bringing a sense of calmness to your ears.

“Follow my steps,” Crowe said as he took your hand, wrapping the other around your waist. He moved ever so gracefully underneath the hollow light as you followed him, feeling every rhythm to every step, effortlessly done with elegance. 

His eyes fluttered shut, as if feeling each moment of this slow waltz in a trance. You followed his movement, an attempt to keep up with him. As the music plays, time doesn’t seem to pass, as if no such thing could ever exist in this palace. Just you and Crowe, dancing to the melody, in this place you are uncertain of.

That’s what matters.

White carnations bloomed beneath your feet, covering the tiles with beautiful, innocent flowers. As vines appear from the marble statues, the floral smell enters your lungs. 

Every step feels like a sin, crushing the pretty petals with your feet. You look down and notice something—a moment before you realize, the flowers beneath you are slowly turning red every step you take. A bloody shade painting each of its soft, white petals a crimson color; turning it into a beautiful, red carnation. 

The light flickers once again, showing a glimpse of Crowe’s blurred image. The features of his face are pixelated, hiding every exquisite trace of him.

And while it smelled of fragrant flowers, that familiar metallic scent hit you like a distinct memory. It was all too strong, all too familiar—like a reminder you cannot seem to recall at this moment.

He spun you around, slowly and gently, afraid of moving too hastily as if he might hurt you, like how bloodied thorns struck him from underneath. There was gentleness in the way he danced with you, holding you close like it was the last time. Will there be a forever in this dance of eternal demise?

As you continued to follow his movements, the music began to sound distorted, bloodied carnations sprawling out of the once unsoiled ground. Deadly thorns grew on vines, aiming towards Crowe’s hair. Chunks of it scattered on the flowers, yet, he continues to dance to the now unpleasant melody. 

He spins you again, slowly and gently. Once you faced him again, blood has stained his vest. A shiver ran down your spine at the sight, yet he’s still gazing at you with those lifeless eyes, a faint smile on his lips; it was strangely terrifying, and even so, a hint of tenderness unveiled his empty shell of life. Perhaps, you’re the only one who he wants to hold forever, be it a slow waltz or a forbidden act of his once aching heart.

A heart that was patient, yet never got the chance.

He hastily swayed to the right, increasing the speed of his movements as the lights began to flicker the more you looked at him. His hand intertwined with yours as the stench of blood filled your lungs, and a sudden image of Crowe’s corpse hits your brain like a truck. 

Do you finally remember?

A tear rolls down your cheek, the distorted melody almost coming to an end as you continue to dance this nightmare with him. You watch as the same vines on the walls creep up to his neck, wrapping its bloody thorns around it, like it��s about to decapitate him. Your lips trembled in fear, compelled to the ugly view before you.

He slows down in his tracks, the music has finally come to an end, and all it took was for him to let go of your hand and–

SNAP

His now cold body drops to the ground of what was once a field of pure, unstained carnations, now impurified in blood by what it believed was a sin: love.

It was love that brought you two here, love was what shone the most in each glimmering star. One’s heart who ached for you, from affectionate gestures to an intimate kiss under the starry sky; to the pink hue of his cheeks with hearts in his deep blue eyes, a beautiful shade to look at, like precious sapphires. What you thought was the best memory, turned into the worst with a price to pay. 

Before you could run to him and hold what remained a piece of himself, a sharp pain rose to your stomach. 

You looked down and saw a large plant stabbed into your organ. You collapsed to the ground with him when blood spilled out of your mouth, catching one last glimpse of Crowe’s lifeless state. You tried to reach your hand out, but it was already too late.

Even in the afterlife, he will always lose what he cannot have. One way or another.

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First PV of Black Butler : Emerald Witch Arc , the anime will air on April 5th source

[starkitxxz]

[ WORDS OF APPRECIATION ]

No updates whatsoever! Just a few words of gratitude for this little surprise made by fans, I didn't expect this when I was boothing during BeeCon last weekend.

Thank you so much to the people in the fan discord server for hosting this little gift for me! (Also the sudden grocery list given to me in my booth, got me and my booth mate all rigged HDSHAD).

This is so sweet of you guys and I am really happy I get to inspire a lot of people because of my works, gets me all humble and embarrassed and stuff.

You all didn't need to do all of this but you guys paved the way and I couldn't be any more grateful, I'll treasure these gifts! (In the shrine it goes).

I'm going through the drive atm, you guys are crazy (Who owns this standee, this is peak insanity I love it) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FAN ARTS AND THE FAN LETTERS.

Thank you so so much again and for this lovely surprise!! I'll do my best on this game's works, to think you guys all like this silly personal project I made (and it inspired you guys?? That's insane, UEUEUE PLEASE I'M HAPPY TO BE ONE OF YOUR INSPIRATIONS WAHH.)

special thanks to both @marzzzikat @enzodraws!

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donee ^^

(totally didnt give up :3)

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Quick Happy Valentine's to all!! ❤💋

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Happy Valentine's day ! ⁠♡ It seems that they came together to celebrate the day, don't make them wait too long outside !

I try to design new outfits for them, hope it's fine !

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Due to the time difference, Valentine's Day is earlier here!!HAD anyway!!!🩷🩷🩷

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY REN^_^ !

this was such a last minute piece ahdksjdksj

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Shoot me, darling

Ronin x cop!reader

I APOLOGISE FOR NOT POSTING MUCH HERE 😭😭 I know this is supposed to be for valentine's but my mental health has been pretty shit lately </3 tho I suppose this will feed Ronin Beaufort simps >:D

In this fanfic, you're a police officer and Ronin is... well, Ronin :3

Warnings: guns, knives, mention of blood, Ronin's sexiness

Ronin Beaufort.

The brutal murderer known as the Butcher, using his signature crowbar to take innocent lives away. And it proves his way of killing isn’t about justice or vengeance; It’s purely about fun and the thrill of it, like the rush of adrenaline and excitement flooding one’s senses. It is rather twisted–sickening even, you really outdid yourself and did every cop a favor. Though do you really want to tell them? To tell the police that you have coincidentally joined a serial killer chat somewhere in the darkest depths of the internet? It’s your job to go undercover, to go anonymous and investigate the famous yet mysterious serial killer actively lurking in the dark, waiting for his next prey, and it’ll be you for his next meal.

You’ve always considered yourself fearless and strong, willing to strive for justice for the sake of all those who count on you and the other cops out there putting their lives at risk. Everyone lives once, so you chose to be a cop for a living, and it was your choice. It was a choice you made to save those who are in danger, or to guide those who are wrongful of their actions. You’re content to do what makes you happy, and seeing a smile on a victim’s face after a terrible situation is resolved is enough to keep you going.

That is… until you talked to the murderer every cop has been investigating.

And now you stand underneath the pool of blood in the purgatory, where all the gruesome manslaughtering cases occur about him. The impure, metallic scent entered your nose as you met his cruel, predatory gaze, his smile just as sadistic as his crazed laugh.

You thought it was all a stupid roleplay.

“As expected, you wanted to see me, darling,” he smirked with an underlying mockery laced within his words. You noticed his crowbar, blood dripping from both sides, and if you squinted a bit, it looked faintly bent on the left. His victim’s body was discarded on the wall behind him, showing no sign of life as blood flowed out of his corpse. It gave you goosebumps, despite having seen a dead body before.

But, this guy’s aura resonates something more… sinister than the others.

“I did not wish to see you, goreboy,” you replied, staying calm and composed whilst sudden fear entered your mind because of this meeting, which might be the final moment of your life before your horrifyingly ruthless death.

“And you still showed up, especially on Valentine's Day? Awww, you must have a death wish, sweetie.” He said as he took a step further, and this made you pull your gun out of your pocket, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move or I'll pull the trigger!” You threatened, that same smirk remaining on his face as he dropped his crowbar, putting his hands up as surrender.

“Pfft- that’s how you wanna play it then?” He remarked, focused on the way your eyes looked at him with the slight hint of fear. It made him laugh to the very core.

You began to approach him, pointing the gun directly at his chest. You kicked the crowbar farther from him, and he continued to stay still and surrender himself; though you have to be cautious of what he has up his sleeve. You’re dealing with a heartless serial killer, who will kill whenever he wants to, and will never feel an ounce of guilt or regret for what he did. 

“Hold…still…” You said as you got closer at an arm’s reach, your finger pressing lightly on the trigger. 

“Or what? Do I get killed if I don’t, darling?”

Your expression hardened, “Maybe, do you want to?” 

“If you wish to do so, go ahead, unless you prefer to bring me to your police buddies alive–or you want to kiss me so badly.” He said as his gaze dropped to your gun, then back to your eyes.

“As if,” You press the gun against his chest, right where his aorta beats inside his ribs. You can’t tell how fast it was beating, but you felt your own heartbeat increase when a chuckle escaped from that man’s mouth. Almost like you wanted to hear him laugh, ever since you started calling with him these past few months. 

“C’mon, there’s no denying here,” he slowly puts his hands down, yet keeping his eyes on you, like a predator analyzing its prey, ready to either take its life or toy with it. It was something you felt uneasy with, especially when he smiled more once you applied more force on his chest. In fact, this made you irritated.

You don’t know whether you’re irritated because of how cocky he is, or whether you’re tempted to shut him up with a kiss; although, you knew you would be a fool if you risked it, a sinner bound to the words of the devil. So why does the thought of it feel so dangerously inviting?

Distracted by your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the sudden grip of his hand on yours, applying more pressure to his chest. As if he wants to be shot by you. You looked down at the gun you’re holding, your hand almost covered in his. 

“So…what’s it goin’ to be?” You lifted your head up, meeting the gaze of the serial killer before you, his eyes flashing a dangerous, predatory look through your soul as he awaits your response. 

You hesitated, pressing the trigger ever so slightly that it could decide his fate. Will he die from a single bullet, or will he still live, as if you have given the devil himself free will to kill you himself instead?

You released a deep exhale, “You’re better off dead.” And you pull the trigger.

click

You raised a brow in surprise, looking down at the gun in confusement until you realised… it’s empty. Your heart dropped at the realisation, meeting his eyes once again as he looked bewildered as well, but it didn’t take a second for him to chuckle at the foolish outcome of this situation. Almost as if you made a total fool out of yourself, unprepared as an officer who bravely approached a vicious serial killer, who, in no doubt–would easily kill this cop in front of him with no mercy. It's almost stupid and cute to think you’re willing to take this risk.

“Awww, are you playin’ with me, darlin'? This is very unfortunate…” He said as he brushed his hand on your cheek, smirking as you bit your lip in frustration, seeing the confusion and nervousness in your eyes made his smile grow wider.

“What are you going to do now, hm? I got a knife right here.” He stepped back and took out his knife from his pocket, twirling it with his skilled hand. You took notice of the dried up blood on the sharp blade, eyes narrowing in anger at the realization. He killed another harmless victim before this?

You tuck the unloaded gun in your belt and grab a backup gun, clutching it tightly as his eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he was quick to hide it with a cocky smirk.

“Aww,” He raised his hands up, his right hand still holding his knife. “Are you gonna pull the trigger again, darlin’?”

You hesitated, a heavy exhale escaping your lungs, “maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe… I won’t for now, but…”

You point the gun at his knife and pull the trigger, knocking the object away from his hand.

He took another step away, taken aback by the impact of your gun. “Fuckin’ hell,” he chuckled and shook his head, still keeping his hands up.

“Are you sure you’re not eager to kill me darlin’?” He said, lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” You replied as you walked closer to him, carefully analyzing his next move. 

He’s unpredictable, crazy even. Just one wrong move and you’re his next meal for tonight. So it’s best to be aware of what he might do. 

And although this might sound insane, you can’t help but like his charisma and twistedness, but you’re obligated to either put him behind bars or take his impure heart away from his body.

“How adorable.” 

“Cut it off, Ronin.”

“Cut what off?” He laughed.

You aim the gunpoint at his face as your brows creased, which only made him laugh harder

“I’m serious, I’ll have the judge sentence you to death if I have to,” you threatened him, but he didn’t seem to care; as if his fate was already decided.

“Do as you wish, darlin’,” he replied nonchalantly.

“What? You don’t care about dying?” You asked, searching for at least a hint of nervousness or fear in his eyes. There’s none.

“Did ya not hear what I said? Shoot me, darlin’.” He repeated

You stared at him for a good few seconds, doubting what he said, trying to read his expression. It looked like he didn’t mind receiving a terrible punishment rather than staying in a mental hospital. Either way, a mental hospital would be too boring for him.

You slowly lowered your gun, and reached for your handcuffs. A bad gut feeling forming in your gut. As much as you need to serve justice for the world, you begin to slowly give in to temptation.

“No, I can’t-”

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the wall, trapping you with a hand on your left and a gun placed underneath your chin, threatening you not to move an inch. 

“Wrong move, baby.” His warm breath hit your face, tilting the gun higher and applying more pressure against your skin. You felt a shiver down your spine, your breath coming to a halt for a moment as your jaw clenched. Shit.

He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “This must be your fate huh? Tell ya what, I know you’re obsessed with me, so let’s keep this between the two of us, darling cop.” 

You gulped air into your lungs. The idea that you, a respected town officer, are obsessed with an ill, grotesque serial killer right in front of you–pointing your gun under your chin as his mouth curled into a charismatic smirk, it made you sick; yet it felt so… enticing. Although, you know the devil is luring you into his wicked trap. And he’s not wrong, you are somewhat tempted.

Would it hurt to give in?

He slides the gun up to your temple, his finger pressing the trigger lightly.

“I'm gonna ask you again, what’s it goin’ to be?” 

“Fuck…you…” You said through gritted teeth, which only made him chuckle at your insult.

“With pleasure.” He said before his lips met yours, it’s as if time has stopped; and the chilling breeze is replaced with the warm sensation of his breath. The gun remained against the side of your head, as if holding you at gunpoint while he nipped at your lower lip–adding to the fiery stir of passion, pulling you further into his trap; too irresistible to resist. A wave of bliss washed over you, slowly but surely, you began to crave for more.

But it left you wanting another when he pulled away, breathlessly gaping at your face as your knees went weak in an instant. It may feel like a few seconds, yet, it felt like minutes–no, it should’ve lasted longer. You felt a gush of heat within you, urging you to do more; even if it meant altering your moral compass.

A grin plastered on his face, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger. “I gotta say, you look so goddamn pretty when you're all corrupted and mine,” he whispered, before pulling you in for another long yet eager kiss.