bring the bass back

Eve, the mother of sin, who held the world in her hands and was cursed for not knowing.

Eva, director of the task force, who now holds the world, and still must curse man to save it.

And Who is he really? Mini comic

TELL ME WHAT WAS THE MOMENT YOU DECIDED TO GIVE UP

YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME WHAT YOU WANTED I WOULDVE DONE I WOULDVE DONE

ANYTHING

warning! sexually explicit 🚨😋🤞

A few weeks after his first shift back, the air-conditioning broke in the ED. Frank still had ten hours left in his shift.

“Back up generator?” he’d suggested to Dana, one ear on the phone with the repair company.

She met him with slow shake of her head. It had nothing to do with the power, just a failed compressor or capacitor or something he was only half listening to, fixated on the sensation of sweat dripping down his spine.

Frank ran hot. Always had. It was like he’d feel himself roasting from the inside out, the heat of the air around him absorbing directly into his bloodstream. He was miserable, drenched in sweat, distracted, and getting more irritable by the second. He snapped a little, at a patient in his fifties who wouldn’t stop complaining about the temperature. Mel pulled him into the break room after that.

“I’m fine, Mel, I’m just cranky because-“

“You’re hot. I get it. But you’re acting mean and you need a break,” she said.

Even her delicate touch was unwelcome to him in his current state, his skin sticky and red, but he let her lead him by a hand on his bicep to the freezer. She opened it up and gently tapped on his back, encouraging him to lean in. The frosty air whipped around his face as he felt his shoulders drop for the first time all day.

“Popsicle?” she asked, reaching past his shoulder to pull out two.

She stuck a green one in his hands, and he enjoyed the stinging cold of it in his palm. She unwrapped her red one, the only kind she would eat, she explained. He made space for her to lean into the freezer next to him, frosty breeze blowing at the hairs that had come loose from her braid.

They faced each other, sheen of sweat visible on their cheeks, hair sticking to their foreheads. He watched as she closed her lips around the popsicle, sucking the juice with a satisfying pop. The juice stained her mouth, pouted and round like a ripe cherry. She stuck her tongue out, soft and pink, to drag the popsicle down the length of it, swirling around the tip.

Frank’s mouth fell open when she met his eyes, cheeks hollowing as she sucked it into her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered, bunny teeth scraping into the ice when she reached the end. He could feel his dick springing up in scrub pants, leaning further into the fridge.

“Starting to cool down a little,” she sighed, leaning into her hip. “Feel good?”

The juice of his own snack began to melt onto his hand as he stared.

“Feels great. Thanks.”

Mohabbot x bleachers 'Self Respect'