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you either came because of your lack of diversity or tiredness of overused claims.

If you're like me you have fallen in a DEEP level of..simp. We've only heard his voice and seen his left hand, yet were all thirsty. Though we don't know much I will try.

"Your voice is sexy as fuck" "Aha-so is yours~" ... ----------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING!!!! Story contains: -depression -pills/medical use :) imma just keep this a cute story for now <3

He was my pleasure, my drug and I think I may have overdosed.

Her lips were delicate and virtous, yet so nefarious, drawing him deeper into what he had already fell into. Her innocence was like an intoxicating drug to him, wanting nothing more but to feel the high of it all. His sinful ways were an addiction to her, wanting him to corrupt her ethical mind and send her into euphoria. Two divergent minds, had somehow integrated into a deviant and such a demurring narcotisation. [highest ranking - #46 in fanfiction]

"Be a good girl and come sit on daddys lap."

"Are you my good girl?" he looks up at me with his dark eyes. His tongue slides across his sinister lips, only making me more anxious. I nod furiously, wanting him to make me his all over again. "Say it." he lowly growls, his grip on my hips tightening. "I'm your good girl, I'm yours forever."