The weekend wicked games pov : He was always there , you can feel him everywhere you can feel his stares on your body moves while dancing at the club Even tho your boyfriend was there but its him who you want to be dancing with You left your boyfriend dancing alone and headed to the bar counter sitting next to him your boyfriend's friend felix "do you like my dancing that much ?" You teased He looked at you his eyes so dark and empty it was obvious he was drunk and you can tell he is angry from the way he is holding his glass couldn't help but stare at his beautiful veiny hands You know its wrong but all you could think about is how perfectly they would fit around you, your waist, your neck .... "He is cheating on you"he said "i know" you replied a tear drop from your eyes seeing your boyfriend making out with a women that ain't you but cmon you like his friend too "Is this wht you are here for ? You wanna use me to take revenge from your cheating boyfriend??" He asked his voice tone is so cold and calme but angry in a way that sends shivers all around your body "no i was just teasing, we are friends aren't we ? Im leaving right now anyway " You stood up ready to leave but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you your chest hitting his looking him in his eyes , you were sad and maybe yes you just want it him for revenge And now look at you blaming yourself for your mixed feelings "You are not going anywhere but my house tonight girl, you want revenge? I will give it to you in such a beautiful way you will never forget" he whispered on your ears and kissed ur naked neck skin before he leads you to the exit heading to the car Felix cant seem to control himself he pinned you against the wall and just started kissing you He kissed you and you kissed him back you wanted him and like hell he wants u too "He doesn't deserve him" He said breathing heavily against your lips while his hands played under your little dress "You dont someone to kiss you" "You need someone that gives you shivers , you dont want to feel butterflies you fucking want to feel volcanos " "Admitted you dont want a men , you want me .." He said
Oooo Chase Atlantic!!! Into It POV (18+, gender-neutral reader) You arched your brow as you sat across from the handsome man in front of you. He has suggested a game of chess, wanting to catch up with his old college roommate, "You're a lot sharper than I remember." The man spoke, making you shiver. It had been sixteen years since you'd seen him. He went from a slightly nerdy jock to a handsome CEO. You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling parched, "Guess you didn't know me as well as you thought." You quipped under your breath, staring down at the chest pieces, not daring to look him in the eye. The man in front of you looked up from studying his own chest pieces, "Why don't we get a drink, break the ice. There's no need to be nervous, sweetheart, it's just a game." He charmed while getting up, "I'll be right back." He reassured before getting up and walking into the kitchen. You let out a breath you'd been holding in, "I don't know if I'll be able to survive the night without doing something incredibly stupid." You growled before getting up and walking over to the window. He had invited you to his penthouse and were currently staring out at the city, the most breathtaking view you had ever seen in that godforsaken city. Suddenly, you heard footsteps and saw the reflection of two drinks, along with his veiny hands, "To tell you the truth, I'd much rather enjoy this view with you." He seduced before handing you your drink. You gulped as you eyes connected with his hands then went lower and noticed he was growing needy, "Like what you see, baby?" He husked, taking a sip of his drink, watching you intently. He wanted to ruin you, right on the back of the couch. You sucked in a breath, "Yes," you squeaked out before taking the glass in shaky hands. The man tipped the glass once you were about to take a sip, "Careful, babe, don't spill." He warned, making you want to drop the glass and have him take you right in that moment. He seemed to notice the spark in your eyes before taking the glass back and setting it down on the table, "Don't wanna make a mess of those drinks," he spoke before walking back over to you and learning close to your ear, "But I do wanna make a mess of you." based on Into It by Chase Atlantic
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling.teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride. *foams mouth* GRRRRR *snarl* BITE BITE MUNCHSJFHJSGRRRRRR BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GR TNGFMR BARK BARL BARK WOOF OWOOOO HOWL WITH ME OwO000000000 BARK BARK GRRR......*sniffs* BARK GGRRR BARK BARK WOOF GGGGRRR GRR BARKNFKFLH FMSMANBARK WOOF WOOF GR TNGFMR BARK BARL BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GGRRRR BARRKKFNBFB GRR WOMGMHMBOF GRR BARKNFKFLH BARK BARK BARK WOOF GGGGRRR GRR WOMGMHMBOF GRRR BARK BARK WOOF ARF GRRR XNXHSJSH BRRR BARK BARK GRR ARF BARK WOOF ARF BARK GRR SNARL RUFF WOOF BARK WOOF SNARL GRR ARF ARF WOOF BARK RUFF GRR ARF BARK WOOF ARF BARK GRR SNARL RUFF WOOF BARK WOOF SHART GRR ARF ARF WOOF BARK RUFF GRR ARF BARK WOOF ARF BARK GRR SNARL RUFF WOOF BARK WOOF SNARL GRR ARF ARF WOOF BARK RUFF GRR ARF BARK BARK WOOF SNARL GRWOEL GRRRRRRRR GRGRG RUFF WOOF WOOF BARK GGRRR GROWL SNARL BARK BARK BARK GRREEAAAA RR RUGH RUFF HRRR WOOf BARK BARK WOOF SNARL GRWOEL GRRRRRRRR GRGRG RUFF WOOF WOOF BARK GGRRR GROWL SNARL BARK BARK BARK GRREEAAAA RR RUGH RUFF WOOF
SO AN AD CAME UP RIGHT BEFORE THE PLAYLIST STARTED AND I SAID I DONT LIKE IT THEN SKIPPED IT AND "chase Atlantic - Okay" MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD- (EDIT: I haven't gotten this many likes THIS fast- CHILL... my notifications got blown up.)
TIMESTAMPS😻😻 00:00 - okey - chase atlantic 3:30 - high for this - the weeknd 7:36 - frzzn - ozzie 11:40 - into it - chase atlantic 14:57 - call out my name - the weeknd 18:48 - i was never there - the weeknd 22:49 - wicked games - the weeknd
🖤🤍 TIMESTAMPS 🖤🤍 00:00 - okey - chase atlantic 3:30 - high for this - the weeknd 7:36 - frzzn - ozzie 11:40 - into it - chase atlantic (my fav song) 14:57 - call out my name - the weeknd ( 🛐 ) 18:48 - i was never there - the weeknd *chefs kiss* 22:49 - wicked games - the weeknd
"high for this" the weeknd story : You were so high. Alcohol was no good for you, and you knew it, but you decided to not care for this time. Your roomate was looking at you, not even having fun when he was the one who decided to go there. Damn, how you hated him. Why wasn't he letting you have fun? You kept dancing, drinking, until a man came up to you. "you look hot. Wanna spend the night with me?" This guy was also very drunk. Your roomate, Xyn, was staring. His eyes were freeing such a rage. The man started touching you. Too much for Xyn. He approached you two, pushed the man, and grabbed your wrist "you fucking piss me off." He said with his deep voice. Too drunk to even walk, he had to carry you. Xyn was certainly mad, but he did not seem ashamed of you, as every other man would be for carrying a drunk person like you. Carefully, he put you in his black BMW. He got in the car, and for the whole way home, he had his attention on you. Xyu knew he had to care more about the road, caused by the missing sun, but you seemed more important. "-Hey, you're never getting drunk again after that. -hmmm... -can't even talk..." He sighed, and you two arrived home. Again, he carried you, and put you in your bed. He took off your clothes, you were not able to move. Or was it on purpose? He was so careful, and was trying not to look. He put a blanket on you. "-wait. He turned back to you, and you got up, walking towards him. -why do you care so much ? He looked away. You were right, he never took care of someone as he did with you. After thinking, he answered. -You are so drunk. I wouldn't just leave you there- -No, no. Even before, before the man came up to me : you were staring. And why get so mad to a man talking to me ? -.... -Jealousy? -Never. -I dont believe you. -I don't care. -You do. -Shut up. He said, getting mad. -No. -hmph... -Admit it. -Shut up! -No. -... He seemed like he was pushing something inside him so it never goes out, he did not seem like he could hold it for long. You got closer, and whispered in his ear 'admit it'." That was too much. He pinned you to the wall "i am not fucking jealous." He was breathing so heavily. Such a warm breath. Your lips and his were so close... Too close to be normal... He wouldn't hold it any longer. "Damn you." He grabbed both your wrists and put them above your head, and kissed you so passionately. Like he loved you. His free arm went around your waist, and pushed you closer to him. "You'll never forget that." He said between two kisses, his hand sliding down...
Timestampssss 0:00 : Chase Atlantic-Okay 5:09 : The Weekend-High For This 7:47 : OZZIE-FREZN (I think) 11:58 : Chase Atlantic-Into It 14:54 : The Weekend-Call Out My Name 18:48 : The Weekend-I Was Never There 22:53 : The Weekend-Wicked Games Awesome Playlist!!! Lemme know if I did anything wrong!
POV: You're at a lavish hotel that's hosting a chess competition, and meet someone unexpected. "You play?" You turn your neck, searching for the source of the rich voice that just uttered those words. Trust, there was more than enough talking going on, the chatter of the audience around the chess table carrying that excited buzz that comes with seeing two of the best have a casual spar. Not only that, but the hotel was holding the chess match of the season, masters and players from all over the country were here. But that voice was different. Smooth, velvety. It was directed. It wanted attention. Brown eyes look down at you, from behind, the subtlest of smiles on his lips as he waits for a response. A soft realisation settles on your face as you study the man, replaced by a look of surprise, and intrigue. "Vincent... what are you-" you pause, searching for a better approach. "How've you been?" you say, eyes absorbing all the little changes time has gifted him with. "I've been well," he replies with that resonant voice. "And you? What've you been up to these..." "...nine years." You finish his words, astonished by just how long it's been. Nine years since university, since the wildness of being younger. Of the tall brown corridors and noses in books; of intimate silhouettes carved by moonlight and hands under tables. "I've been okay. Are you playing tonight?" you ask, trying to ignore the memories his presence brought back. Although, it's not very easy to ignore memories that completely defined your taste in men. He watches you for a moment, shifting his stance slightly: his fitted clothes highlighting his figure in such modest way you can't help but feel like you're thirsting way too quickly. He winks gently, nodding his head towards the door, "Let's catch up over chess. It's been a while since I've played you." Hand extended, you take it. You both weave through the crowd, through the waiters and rich society at the hotel who exclaim at his presence, towards the middle of the hall where an empty chess table lies. Course, he was your old friend, but also a recognised IM in chess. Though, friend is debatable. He pulls out a chair. You sit and thank him. He hums in acknowledgement. You try to ignore how his scent of sweet amber lingered. He ignores the crowd forming amongst the two of you, and eyes you, watches you, in quiet, before speaking. "I didn't see you at the reunion." He says, starting the clock, gaze flickering from your hands to your face to your... Tick. You move a piece - English opening. His gaze narrows on the position of the piece, a twitch on the corner of his lips. "I didn't have the time to attend," you say, gaze lifting to meet his scrutinizing one as you start his timer. Tick. "...Husband?" He says, with an implicit cautiousness around the word. Tick. "Business," you reply, watching him make his move, meeting his eyes as they narrow in thought at your response. "You're not married?" He asks, raising a brow. Tick. You meet his eyes, noticing that lowered, interested, plotting gaze of his hasn't changed. Tick. "Not the right time. You?" He inhales, nodding. "Not the right time." Tick. You move your piece, he moves his. His eyes narrow in hidden amusement, your eyes search for escape from his probing. Tick. So, you bring an old play to this match. "Your Queen didn't work out?" He stifles a smirk, hiding it behind his large, veiny hands, fingers gliding across his jaw in a manner that has you fighting your own mind. "Queen didn't work out." You smile softly, your conversation secret from the ears of the crowd watching you play. Code words. Just how it was in university when you used the chess club as your midnight rendezvous to... play with each other. You smirk softly as you move a piece. "You like to repeat after me too?" "Mmm..." he hums, eyes on your movements. "So you do play." Tick. Silence sits as the two of you play. The audience watches, not too invested since this is unofficial, but clearly find the idea of an unknown woman playing a young master to be interesting. He leans back in his chair, his eyes more keen in understanding your actions than your moves. His shirt hangs loosely, fitted pants folding tightly at the way his legs spread as he sits. Electricity would spark amongst the two of you, with each little glance. Heck, at this point, you're playing mind games, not chess. "...Blue night?" He asks, out of the blue, mid match. The simple words demanding your attention. Code words. Surprise turns into subtle amusement as the corners of your lips twitch into a subtle smirk. See, in the old chess room, the one on the 4th floor the chess club only used during summer due to lack of heating, the ceiling was made of glass tiles. Like a greenhouse, or a penthouse, depending on who you ask. The glass tiles were a glossy cerulean; teal when illuminated by the sun, blue when illuminated by the moon. And, within this old chess room, at night, is when the two of you would have your secret matches, away from Vincent's Queen, away from your Knight, away from any pawns. With only the two of you left to this wicked game. You place your piece, and stop the timer. "Blue moon." (PS: Love the playiiiist!)
She held her breath as he moved closer to her, so slowly it reminded her of a panther about to strike. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to hold back the shakiness behind the words. "You're about to find out," he growled. She backed away from him, knowing it had been a long time coming. Knowing that she wanted this, yet the idea of it was terrifying. He was tall, dark and handsome, everything she wasn't used too. He stopped an inch in front of her, taking care not to press himself against her, but he leaned his arm against the wall. Down his eyes caressed her body. The tiny black dress he made her wear to dinner, the lack of underwear, everything, she did everything he asked of her, yet she was terrified. Closer, his free hand moved against the side of her body, feeling every curve, every crevice. Her breathing was rapid now, heart rate loud enough that it was hard to hear the low moan he made as his hand found it's way between her legs. He could feel her, every, little bit of her. If she didn't want him so badly, she would die of embarrassment, but she did. She wanted him and with his hand, his fingers, feeling everything.. He knew. His head angled until he was breathing against her neck, "you devilish little thing."
Hitman enemies pov: "So, how does it feel to fail for the first time, elite?" You lean against the door frame as he sits, head hung, on the side of his bed. You and him have always been enemies. Competing for the first place. Always fighting to death during their training. And you had nearly killed him out of spite when he graduated first, and you second. But you had thwarted him perfectly through their first mission. A first target, given as a first test in real life. Yours was a middle aged politician, and the kill had been quick in the silence of the dark alleyway. His, though unknown due to security, was heard to be still alive and well. For some reason, the top student of the assassin training center had failed. And it made you exhilarated as hell. "How does it feel, laying down every night knowing your target is still well alive?" "I said get out." "I'd die from shame," you coo, a cruel smile twisting your lips. "You don't deserve that first place." "Adenine, not today," he says in a low voice. An incredulous laugh barks out of you. "Since when have we respected another's feelings?" You stalk in front of him, raising his chin with your hand. As his hung hair slips out his face, you freeze as you take in his expression. He looks like he's barely holding himself back from crying. Karl. Crying. The two words were so foreign that you nearly step back from shock. "What happened?" You whisper, not even aware of the rage and cruel glee entirely slipping from you. He jerks his chin away, wordless. "Karl," you call. "Tell me." "You're right," he replies in a low voice. "I don't deserve the first place. You do." You stare open-mouthed in shock. He stares at the wall behind you, unable to make eye contact. "I'm the bastard son. Of the owner of this center." "What-," "The ranking is rigged. I was meant to be first since they abandoned me in this center." "The entire thing is a fraud, Adenine," he said through clenched teeth. You realize his voice is shaking. "They pick their hitman through loyalty. Not skill. The skill rankings mean nothing." "Why would they rank us then-," you start, but you grow silent as a horrible suspicion grows in you. He confirms it, his head hung. "Because what better experience can a loyal hitman have than killing a truly skilled opponent?" You are rooted to the spot. Only your eyes slowly track his movement, as he raises his eyes and meets hers with difficulty. His voice has a softness to it like he is making a confession. "My target is you, Adenine."
"Look me in the eyes, and confess your lust. Get on your knees, beg me to stop. I promise I'll love you if you do it, so do it. For me." -"Do it for Me" by Rosenfeld Edit: Holy shit, thanks for the likes :O
POV: you’ve caught *them* looking at you and noticed it’s only you they are looking at…so you decide to comfort them about it, but it goes in a different direction you thought it would…You definitely aren’t mad about it…
I'm not even a writer wtf am I doing?? It's gotten so infuriating,since you finished college your father's friend Edward Edinburg has taken you in while you look for a job and try to find somewhere to settle down. Growing up, you'd always find Edward there to help you or your family when they're in need and you appreciated him for that but as of late? as soon as you stepped into college till you graduated your brain started having questionable thought about Edward and you felt disgusted. 'How could I think about about Edward like that like? he's old enough to be dad..' you thought as you stared at the refrigerator illuminating your face in the dark kitchen, you've forgotten about what you needed to get. "Earth to kiddo, earth to kiddo" Your were snapped back to reality,Edward had walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights seeing you just standing there. Edward had walked over to you, leaning against the refrigerator as he looked at you a little worried "You doing alright kiddo? you seem..deep in thought" he said,his deep voice and that British accent- or was it German? You care less whenever he spoke. You told him you were fine and he chuckled "Well I can tell you're lying but sure I'll trust you..mind if I get something too?" he said before getting the pitcher of water from the refrigerator,his calloused hand barely grazing yours but it was enough to have you acting nervous- it's like he knows what he's doing. You decided to just close the the refrigerator and ask for some water as well and he gladly poured you both a glass. Edward did a little 'cheers' motion with a little smile..his eyes smiling along,the wrinkles visible whenever it does. For someone his age,Edward was fit..his shirt hugging his figure, hands veiny and calloused- he was a working man after all so it wasn't too out of place..his blond hair having a few white streaks and his blue eyes either always striking or warm. You thought it was unfair,for someone his age to be this.. handsome? beautiful? both. He finished his drink and so did you,he let's out a refreshed sigh "That hits the spot..well I better get back to bed and so should you kiddo" He said as he ruffled your hair a little. You found it endearing and annoying,you were well in your 20's and wanted to be treated like it so you said just that "Oh? well pardon me for being sweet" He teased as he snickered,there he goes again with his not so subtle 'jokes' that makes you question whether he's actually just trying to be sarcastic or flirty. You sighed and teased him back saying something along the lines of "You've lost it old man" you prodded back, taking a jab at his age because what else can you really use against him? "Really now? well I wasn't the one zoning off Infront of the refrigerator am I? speaking of that," his hand on your head moved to your chin, making you look at him directly as his half lidded eyes looked down at you with worry and.. something else you'd rather not think about "If there's something wrong going,you know that I'm here right? I'll always be here to help,you know that" he said with that soft warm smile that will get you in trouble if you didn't have the self control. You just nodded your head, telling him you know and thanking him- he laughed a little before he lets go "No biggie..now goodnight,you need some rest" He said softly before he left you alone at the kitchen. 'He knows what he's doing, surely..' You thought as you stayed there for a bit,the butterflies in your stomach going rampant did I use my oc Edward? yes do I regret this? absolutely I'm not proofreading no more
I’m literally melting listening to this! It’s like each song wraps me up in that dreamy feeling of falling in love. I can feel my heart racing-this is just beautiful ❤🌹💕
Translation (Italian to English) Tesoro = sweetheart Mia Regina = My Queen Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso. = find out on Google translate ;) There he was. Zack Summers. I held my gun, aiming it slowly. I bit my tongue, I could do this, right? Don't get me wrong, this is not my first murder, but I used to know Zack Summers. Or at least I thought I did. Ever since he killed my mother I hated him. He was her doctor, couldn't he Save her? I shakily brought the gun to the left, aiming it for his head. I sigh, dropping my gun to the side. I cant do this. A part of me knows I cant. The other part is yelling at me to press the trigger. "Well, well, well Tesoro." A deep voice chuckles from behind me. Zach. "Summers what the fuck are you doing here?!" I pull my gun back up and aim it at him. If that's Zack then who's- Holy shit. Its a trap, its a fucking trap. I press my back against the wall. "Its my house. My room. My bed," he tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow, his Adams apple bobbing. "So you must be my woman?" He smirks, the shadow consuming half of him. "What are you on? I am not one of your hoes." I whisper, my gun still facing him. "Relax Tesoro." He laughs, "So, why didn't you pull the trigger." He asks. My heart bangs against my chest. "I was aiming." I say firmly, obliviously lying. "I'm not stupid, Amelia." He says. "Well you learn something everyday." I mutter, holding the gun higher to match his chest. "Stop lying, would you? Its getting quite annoying. Now answer my question, why didn't you shoot." "I-I wanted to get you in the perfect position." I lie. Zack inches closer, he grabs my chin. "Don't lie to me." He whispers before kissing me. Its embarrassing how much he has an effect on me. I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer. He pulls away, "What a liar. If I recall correctly, you didn't want to be one of my... Hoes." "Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, pushing him away and crossing my arms. "Well Amelia, you are under my roof." "So?" "So, your mine until you leave." He chuckles, grabbing my waist. "I hate you." I whisper. "Again with the lies, Mia Regina." He mutters, caressing my lower lip with his thumb. "Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso." He whispers before kissing me. I want this, I want him.
Pov: Enemies to lovers You haven’t seen him in a while but he walks up to you with a gun, he points it to your head, but you act faster and press the firm blade you’ve kept hidden in your pocket to his neck. It’s a heated moment, both of you are threatening to kill each other. But he falters the gun and pushes you to the wall. You don’t falter the knife, but your hearts bearing an unusual amount of beats. He’s close, he’s whispering something. He gently holds your wrist, forces you to drop the knife. His fingers are brushing through your palm, touching that vulnerable skin. You tell him you hate him. But he only steadies his gaze, smiles and leans in closer, just inches away from your face. Your eyes glance to his lips to his eyes. You have no idea why you’ve done it but his words call a shrill of nerves down your spine. “You could never make me hate you. Never.” He says. It’s irresistible, it’s wrong. To hate is to want to hurt him, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. The gun was empty all along. And even though you were going to kill him, he looks at you like nobody has ever looked at you before; a need to touch, kiss, and devour. “I don’t believe you…” you mutter a scowl, he doesn’t back up. Infact he’s being a lot bolder in the moment. “And if I can prove it to you?” His lips are dangerously close to yours, his hands are no longer holding your palms, instead they thread through your hair, and brush down your cheek. “How” you whisper with a quaking chest. “With this” he grins, pressing tender lips to lips. They’re soft, then smooth, then rough, and then he’s nudging a grunt or two from those daring lips of yours. Hands moving from your face down to your hips, anxiously, calmly, aggressively. You’re hypnotized by his touch.
Ok trying to find real music for the most important part of this song is that you are still my dear friend that you know me too well now that we have time to get a chance to clear out our heads and let this work for tonight things are good for nowadays but we can feel the void of not being able to talk or see each other but telepathic touching and loving you like this song yes telling you about how my energy is so strong even if you don't knowe why I love this much but when we meet is going to be magical and beyond what Real love is like this music rid that on my own butterflies never forget what the world you are to me
Derek pulls Delana out onto the dance floor and pulls her close to him. She gasped at how strong he was for a human. The music vibes all around them as Derek works his hands over her body. "Trying to get a grip on something you can't have?" Derek chuckled a bit, "No trying to make someone jealous because they rejected you." Delana looked over his shoulder and sees Steven downing a beer glaring at them. "We now, do what you need to to make him jealous. " "Oh I plan on it." Derek answered spinning her around to where her back was to Steven. Derek dragged both of his hands down her back to her lower region. He grabbed both sides of her backside. Delana gasped at the grip he had a hold on her. He stared Steven down with a joker of a grin on his face. Derek can feel his heart racing when Delana started breathing on his neck. It was getting to him, arousing him, making him crave her. His feelings are becoming more and more obvious everytime he's around her. He can smell a faint scent coming from her skin swimming around his head. He let's out a playful growl as he pulls her even close to her. Delana can feel his heart race as she pulls him down to kiss his lips. Steven becomes even more jealous as he watches the scene unfold from the bar. Delana pulls away and notices blood leaving Derek's lip. "I'm sorry i didn't know i bit you ." Derek touched his lip, "Don't be. I'm guessing you haven't fed yet." Delana didn't want to answer him. "Delana have you fed?" His voice was more demanding. "No, and I need to." Derek looked back at Steven once more and smiled before picking Delana up. "Private room now to feed you." Derek growled as he carried her off the floor in his arms.
@sohinighosal3388 she knew he was. This is a glimpse into a story I wrote. Derek worked for a twisted vampire as his lap dog because he's human. In the end he became a vampire and protects Delana
Imagine: Your in the club swaying the music reverberating in your bones your eyes closed. You open them and you make eye contact with the man across the room and smirk you lift your finger beckoning him on over. Soon both of you are getting hot and sweaty on the dance floor and in a husky place he tells you to come over to his place. The next morning you sneak out as the sun rays break the sky.
POV : (by MLH.ORION, a french author) He took off his tie, draping it over the couch in his spacious penthouse. The lights are dimmed, casting a soft glow over the room. Through the expansive windows, you can see the cityscape of towering Chinese buildings below, all beneath a blurry, ethereal moon. "Want another drink?" he asks in a gentle voice. The night has already been a haze of alcohol and other indulgences; you need nothing more. You shake your head. He returns with a drink for himself and settles beside you. His dark eyes gleam, and his smile is delicate, matching the elegance of his slender hands. The subtle, fresh scent of orange blossoms wafts from him. As you gaze at his chest, it starts to seem like a comforting place to rest. He takes a slow sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving yours. "You know," he begins, his voice low and smooth, "nights like these are rare. There's something magical about being above the city, away from everything, just the two of us." Your heart races as he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. "I can see it in your eyes," he whispers, his voice almost a caress. "You're special, more than you realize." The world outside seems to disappear as he speaks, his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. His fingers trace a delicate path along your hair. As you lose yourself in the moment, all thoughts of the outside world fade away, leaving only the intoxicating presence of the man beside you and the promise of what the night might bring.
i was today years old when i found out that chase atlantic made okay after saying it was a korean artist that made it then went to look up where hes from and hes from AUSTRILA ( dont qute me on my spelling aight i know the shiz spelt wrong)
Translation (Italian to English) Tesoro = sweetheart Mia Regina = My Queen Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso. = find out on Google translate ;) There he was. Zack Summers. I held my gun, aiming it slowly. I bit my tongue, I could do this, right? Don't get me wrong, this is not my first murder, but I used to know Zack Summers. Or at least I thought I did. Ever since he killed my mother I hated him. He was her doctor, couldn't he Save her? I shakily brought the gun to the left, aiming it for his head. I sigh, dropping my gun to the side. I cant do this. A part of me knows I cant. The other part is yelling at me to press the trigger. "Well, well, well Tesoro." A deep voice chuckles from behind me. Zach. "Summers what the fuck are you doing here?!" I pull my gun back up and aim it at him. If that's Zack then who's- Holy shit. Its a trap, its a fucking trap. I press my back against the wall. "Its my house. My room. My bed," he tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow, his Adams apple bobbing. "So you must be my woman?" He smirks, the shadow consuming half of him. "What are you on? I am not one of your hoes." I whisper, my gun still facing him. "Relax Tesoro." He laughs, "So, why didn't you pull the trigger." He asks. My heart bangs against my chest. "I was aiming." I say firmly, obliviously lying. "I'm not stupid, Amelia." He says. "Well you learn something everyday." I mutter, holding the gun higher to match his chest. "Stop lying, would you? Its getting quite annoying. Now answer my question, why didn't you shoot." "I-I wanted to get you in the perfect position." I lie. Zack inches closer, he grabs my chin. "Don't lie to me." He whispers before kissing me. Its embarrassing how much he has an effect on me. I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer. He pulls away, "What a liar. If I recall correctly, you didn't want to be one of my... Hoes." "Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, pushing him away and crossing my arms. "Well Amelia, you are under my roof." "So?" "So, your mine until you leave." He chuckles, grabbing my waist. "I hate you." I whisper. "Again with the lies, Mia Regina." He mutters, caressing my lower lip with his thumb. "Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso." He whispers before kissing me. I want this, I want him.
Pov : صوت الموسيقى المرتفع في ذلك المكان لا يجعلك تسمع حتى أفكارك الخاصة ، أجساد تتمال مع الإقاع ببراعة ، في ذلك المكان ذي الإنارة المنخفظة ، أشخاص تصرخ بحماس و تغني و آخرون يقفزون و يتمايلون بأجسادهم حدّ التلاحم برقصات قذرة .. أشخاص يتقرّبون من آخرين و صفقات قذرة تقام تحت الطاولات ، كانت هي تجلس أمام البار تحتسي شرابها ببطء شديد كأن حياتها متوقفة في ذلك السائل الاذع الذي إستقر بين أناملها و نظراتها الفارغة مصوبة إلى اللامكان لم ترمش و كأنها إن فعلت ستبتلعها أفكارها السوداء ، ملامحها الهادئ لا توحي بتلك العواصف التي تقام داخلها ، أطلقت نفسا متثاقلا كأنها تحمل هموم الدنيا فوق أكتافها ، لم تكن في حياتها إمرأة ضعيفة فالضعف أعلن تبرأه منها أمام عظمتها ،لم تكن من ذلك النوع من النساء اللاتي تختبىء من الحياة بل هي تقطع الروؤس و تظعها أمام عتبة باب صاحبها إن لم تنحني في حضورها ، لم تشعر بأظافرها التي غرستها بقوة في كف يدها المقبوضة بغضب عظيم لتدمي ذلك السائل الدافئ ، كم كرهت أفكارها و تمنت لو تستطيع أن تطفء دماغها و لو لدقائق فقط ، وضعت كأسها الفارغ لتطلب آخر لعله يساعد في إخماد ذلك الحريق داخلها لكنها لم تلبث أن يلامس كرزتيها إلا و يد إمتدت من خلفها تقتلع المشروب بهدوء لتقطب حاجبيها بإنزعاج و تخرج سلاحها من تحت فستانها الذي يعانق منحنيات جسدها ببراعة مشهرة به مستعدة لتفجير رأس أيا كان من تجرأ مخترقا مساحتها الشخصيّة لتسقط تعابر الغضب و تحتل تقاسيم وجهها ملامح التفاجوء ، و ليجزء لا يتجزء من الثواني ظهر الألم و الغضب في عينيها و مشاعر أخرى نجحت في تخبأتها ببراعة لتنزل سلاحها و تثبته أعلى فخذها من جديد، تابعته بزمردتيها حين جلس بهالته التي تصرخ قوة و عضمة ، كانت تراقب كل حركة يقوم بها كأنه فريستها هذه الليلة لكنها تعلم أنه الصياد وهي أضحيته بلا شك ، جلس في المقعد بجانبها يحتسي من الكأس الذي أخذه منها ، مصوبا نظراته نحوها لتبتلع ريقها ببطء لإحساسها بإختناق عضيم كأنه بوضع عينيه السوداء الحادة صوبها وضع سيفيه على رقبتها يأمرها بالحراك لتنحر ، لم يتكلم أي منهما بل كانت تظراتهما لبعض تكفلت بالحوار تقدم جالسا أقرب لتقتحم رائحته الممتزجة برائحة السجائر رأتيها فتضعف و ترتخي أعضاؤها المشدودة ، رب السماوات يعلم كم تكره جسدها الذي يخونها بحضوره ، و كم كانت ممتنة لصوت الموسيقى العالي الذي غطى على صوت دقات قلبها الصاخبة الذي يهدد بالخروج من مكانه في أي لحظة كانت تمرر بصرها على كل إنش من جسده ، بداية من شعره الغرابي المصفف ببراعة إلى عينيه البنية التي دائما ما تحمل الحدّة فيهما كأنهما لم تعرفى اللين قط، إلى شفتيه المرسومة بدقة التي لطالما أرادت تذوقهما بإستماتة و أخيرا إلى ملابسه السوداء التي تعانق جسده الصخم ببراعة لتقبض على فكّها بغضب لتلك الأفكار البريئة التي تسللت لعقلها القذر ليظهر شبح إبتسامة عابثة مزينة ثغره فينطق أخير بصوته العميق الذي بعثر مشاعرها بقوة " إن كنت تحاولين قتل نفسك بالشرب فخذي لك مشروبا أقوى " قال بسخرية لترفع حاجبها بإستنكار ، هي لم تشرب الكثير ، فقط بضعة كؤوس ، و ببضعة كؤوس أقصد عشرون و أخذ منها كأسها الواحد و العشرين لتطلق زفيرا محاولة منها إعادة رباط جأشها فتجيبه ببرود غطى نبرتها " ربما في المرة القادمة " قالت كلماتها واقفة مستعدة إلى الرحيل ، فهي أتت إلى هذا المكان بسببه ، بسبب تلك المشاعر اللعينة التي نمت داخلها ، تلك المشاعر التي كرهتها ، و رفضها عقلها لكن جسدها اللعين و قلبها الألعن إتحدا ضده لتغدو ضعيفة ، كانت مشوشة الذهن فلم تشعر بقبضته القويه التي أمسكت يدها ليرجعها مكانها بعنف لكن ليس للحد الذي سيألمها ، هربت شهقة بين كرزتيها بتفاجأ لحركتها المباغتة ، ليمسك فكها بيده الأخرى و يقول بغضب " لماذا تتهربين مني ؟" لتفلت وجهها من بين براثنه بغضب أقوى ، لأنك لعين تسببت بمرض في قلبي ، لأنك تشتتني بوجودك ، لأن جسدي الخائن يكون عبدا بين يديك و لو طلبت أن أركع لك سيفعل وحده دون تردد ، لأنني أخاف أن أنظر داخل عينيك اللعينة فترى ضعفي و تفضح مشاعري اللعينة ، لأنني لو نظرت إلى عينيك التي سلبت أنفاسي لأكثر من ثانيتين سيطفأ صوت المنطق و تصرغ غرائزي مطالبة بك ، أرادت قول هذا ، أرادت الصراخ به و مطالبته بتبرير تلك المشاعر المريضة لكنها لم تفعل بل إكتفت بإشاحة بصرها بعيدا ، دام صمت مميت رغم الصخب و الفوضى من حولهما ، كأنهما إنفصلا عن العالم ، هو ينتظر إجابتها و هي تفكر في كيفية الهرب من هذه الورطة لم تتحرك و لم تقل شيء لعشر دقائق كامل كانت هادءة تصوب أنظارها إلى طاولة البار كأنها أهم إختراعات العصر ، جسدها تصلب مكانه و روحها إنفصلت عن جسدها ليقتحم صوته المخملي الثقيل خلوة أفكارها " عينيك اللعينة تضعينها صوب عينيا و عندما أكلمك تجبينني فلا أريد أن أفقد لعنتي عليك " قال كلامه ببطء آمرا لترفع عينيها صوبه آليا و تطلق زفيرا مرهقا مرجعة شعرها الأسود القصير إلى الخلف بإهمال لتسقط بعض الخصلات المتمردة على وجهها الحاد فتقرر أن تنظر و ليحرق الكون اللعين ، فليشعد الرب أنها حاولت ، حاولت كثيرا لترفع زمرديتها صوب سودويتاه سامحة بمشاعرها بالخروج ، ثوان من الصوت ، ثوان فقط لتلين ملامحة المنقبظة ، لقد فهم ، سمحت له بالفهم و أجابته عن الكثير من الأسئلة ، هربها منه لسنوات علم سببه ، تغيرها و جفاؤها تجلهه علم سببه ، محاولاتها الفاشلة في قتله الكثير من المراة علم سببها ، إختنقت و رغب مميمة في التدخين إعترتها ، أرادت قتل نفسها بجديّة قالت ولم تنزع عينيها من خاصته " هل تملك سيجارة ؟" لم يجبها بل أدخل يده داخل جيوب سترته الفاخرة ليخرج لها مبتغاها ، فأمسكتها واضعة إياها بين شفتيها مستنشقة سمّها بإستماتة كأن حياتها متوقفة في تلك السيجارة و عندما وقفت مستعدة للرحيل ، أمسكها للمرة الثانية هذه الليلة ساحبا إياها لتقع جالسة فوق رجليه ساحبا إياها في قبلة لتسقط السيجارة من بين يديها بصدمة و عقلها توقف للحظات قبل أن يستوعب ما حصل لتبادله القبلة ، قبلة وضعت فيها كامل مشاعرها ، قبلة عنيفة جامحة ، لتفصلها لحاجت رأتيها اللعينة للأكسجين ، كم أرادت قتله ، كم أرادت وضع الرصاص في قلبه اللعين لعل رأية جسده بلا روح لعل مشاعرها العاهرة تختفي لكنها شهقت متمسكة برقبتها عندما أخذها على حين غرة متوجا بها إلى خارج المكان ، لفتح باب سيارته ويضعها مكانها ثم يتوجه إلى مقعد السائق مغادرا المنطقة بأكملها بسرعة جنونية.
POV: You bump into your enemy at the bar. (TW: inappropriate, forced proximity) !ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+! ---------- i was at the bar, i didnt expect to see him. why out of everyone? why did it have to be him? why did he have to be so irresistible? ---------- i was busy talking to another guy, a glass of vodka in my hand. trying to distract my thoughts away from him. i hated him. but i couldnt. i kept stealing glances at him - why did he have to be so distracting... all i could think about was him. his dark green eyes, slicked back black hair.. how it would feel having him on top of me. no. dont go there. i thought. i could feel the heat of his stare on to my back, all of a sudden, i felt a silky smooth voice speak, it was dangerously low. it was him. i felt my heartbeat quicken when he spoke. ''Y/N.'' he said, his voice too calm, with an underlying hint of lust and danger. my eyes shot up as i turned around - my breathing ragged i stuttered out.. ''y-yes?'' ''may i speak to you?'' he said, his eyes prying into my soul. i nodded curtly, not wanting to make him angrier. i hated how he held so much power over me. i hated how he made me feel - vulnerable. as we stepped into the next room, he slammed the door shut - with a loud bang, i flinched. ''Y/N...'' he said, pinning me to the wall, pinning my hands above my head. my heart raced wildly against my chest - threatening to explode. i looked at him head on with my eyes - gleaming with vulnerability. god, he drove me crazy. ''You belong to me, your only mine. mine to taste, i dont care whether or not you disagree, but you belong to me, princess.'' he said, dangerous and low. his hand skimmed over my black dress, to my thighs.. i felt my eyes widen, and my breathe coming out fast. i let out a soft gasp as he traced patterns on my inner thigh, making me gasp, i needed him. i wanted him. ''its time i teach you a lesson, princess.'' he said, his mouth crashing on my lips in a forceful kiss... -----------
🎧🎶📍 Time-Stamps 📍🎶🎧 #1 - 00:00 | Chase Atlantic - Okay #2 - 03:32 | The Weeknd - High for This #3 - 07:36 | OZZIE, Tefflon Sega - FRZZN #4 - 11:41 | Chase Atlantic - Into It #5 - 14:57 | The Weeknd - Call Out My Name #6 - 18:47 | The Weeknd - I Was Never There #7 - 22:49 | The Weeknd - Wicked Games Third time making a timestamp for a playlist. Not too sure about the sources of the music (songs & artists), but hopefully, the sources are accurately correct. Note: If any of you know the sources accurately, feel free to copy-paste mine & revise wherever required. Enjoy this amazing playlist!
oh yes~ Tom Marvolo Riddle sitting in the Slytherin common room on one of the black leather couches and sitting like the pic from The Weeknd- High for this
I am now writing an AU to this playlist where my gay boys, instead of starting off as Dislike/Competitors, start as Enemies/Rivals For those who don't know: Competition is positive, two want to reach the same goal, there's no personal feelings and they learn from their mistakes and one another for the future/next time. Rivalry is negative, two want to reach the same goal and it's personal (I assume it becomes more about being the winner/better one while learning from their mistakes and each other is second place as priority)
I'll be writing a Tokyo Revengers fanfic of Sanzu Haruchiyo bg story : youre infertile and your husband decide to use a surrogate mother. but after a while, he starts to ignore you and spend more time with the surrogate mother. "Next patient." You uttered, you're a psychiatrist. Fixing others while you are been burden by lots a stuff. "Doctor." The voice cooed teasingly making you curious. Why does this patient to chill with you? You look up at him. The guy you had quickie in your car last night. "What are you doing here?" You muttered, feeling restless by his dreamy gaze. "You for sure didnt think last night will stop just there, right?" He walk and sit in front of you. Handing out his folder. "Fix me doctor." He lightly touch your fingers. Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD). You look back at Sanzu who's intently looking at you. Last night scene appears, riding and teasing him, enjoying his teary eyes. He's not violent, aside from biting you, he didnt hurt you at all. Noticing your silence, he became anxious. "Doctor? why arent you saying anything?" He worriedly asked. 'Is she scared of me now?' He thought. Sanzu stares deeply in your eyes, searching terror in them. But all he could see is worry. There's no ounce of fear. 'I want thoe gaze to be only mine... I want her to look at me.' He monologue. The session went for one hour until someone knock on your office door rapidly. "Y/N! GET THE F OUT NOW. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THE WHOLE NIGHT HUH? ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME?" That voice, your husband voice. Putting your stoic face, you open the door. "I'm working right now. And... arent you are the one who's been cheating one me?" You scoffed leaving your husband face red. "Be back tonight." He said in a warning tone before leaving you. As soon as you close the door, Sanzu hug you from behind, wrapping your waist pulling you close to him. "Let me ease you, doctor." He said in a seductive tone, sniffing and kissing your neck. Leaving you all breathy. "You deserve better." Picking you up and place you on your own table. He spread your leg making him in between them. "You deserve me." Is all he said before locking your lips with him. (others cant be write here teehee~)
POV: "I want you to please me." said Alex. He had been going through some shitty things and hurting her gave him the joy he needed. They looked straight at each other Brianna was already thinking of ways that could hurt him back. "I'm not doing it, forget it, "she snapped at him, breaking the awkward silence. Holding her waist pulling her in," I don't remember giving you a choice, "he smirked then continued placing his drink down, "what I say is the LAW." There was a brief silence and finally to break it he gave her a deep kiss.
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The weekend wicked games pov :
He was always there , you can feel him everywhere you can feel his stares on your body moves while dancing at the club
Even tho your boyfriend was there but its him who you want to be dancing with
You left your boyfriend dancing alone and headed to the bar counter sitting next to him your boyfriend's friend felix "do you like my dancing that much ?" You teased
He looked at you his eyes so dark and empty it was obvious he was drunk and you can tell he is angry from the way he is holding his glass couldn't help but stare at his beautiful veiny hands
You know its wrong but all you could think about is how perfectly they would fit around you, your waist, your neck .... "He is cheating on you"he said "i know" you replied a tear drop from your eyes seeing your boyfriend making out with a women that ain't you but cmon you like his friend too
"Is this wht you are here for ? You wanna use me to take revenge from your cheating boyfriend??"
He asked his voice tone is so cold and calme but angry in a way that sends shivers all around your body "no i was just teasing, we are friends aren't we ? Im leaving right now anyway "
You stood up ready to leave but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you your chest hitting his looking him in his eyes , you were sad and maybe yes you just want it him for revenge
And now look at you blaming yourself for your mixed feelings
"You are not going anywhere but my house tonight girl, you want revenge? I will give it to you in such a beautiful way you will never forget" he whispered on your ears and kissed ur naked neck skin before he leads you to the exit heading to the car
Felix cant seem to control himself he pinned you against the wall and just started kissing you
He kissed you and you kissed him back you wanted him and like hell he wants u too
"He doesn't deserve him"
He said breathing heavily against your lips while his hands played under your little dress
"You dont someone to kiss you"
"You need someone that gives you shivers , you dont want to feel butterflies you fucking want to feel volcanos "
"Admitted you dont want a men , you want me .."
He said
Waiting for more
More please :)
U can't stop heree😭
Was that a little “My Fault” reference at the end there🧐
tempted to add on-
I-🧍🏻♀️The Weeknd and Chase Atlantic are just the kings of seggsual tension ngl
i can't choose between them
Fr
Oooo Chase Atlantic!!!
Into It
POV (18+, gender-neutral reader)
You arched your brow as you sat across from the handsome man in front of you. He has suggested a game of chess, wanting to catch up with his old college roommate, "You're a lot sharper than I remember." The man spoke, making you shiver. It had been sixteen years since you'd seen him. He went from a slightly nerdy jock to a handsome CEO.
You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling parched, "Guess you didn't know me as well as you thought." You quipped under your breath, staring down at the chest pieces, not daring to look him in the eye.
The man in front of you looked up from studying his own chest pieces, "Why don't we get a drink, break the ice. There's no need to be nervous, sweetheart, it's just a game." He charmed while getting up, "I'll be right back." He reassured before getting up and walking into the kitchen.
You let out a breath you'd been holding in, "I don't know if I'll be able to survive the night without doing something incredibly stupid." You growled before getting up and walking over to the window. He had invited you to his penthouse and were currently staring out at the city, the most breathtaking view you had ever seen in that godforsaken city.
Suddenly, you heard footsteps and saw the reflection of two drinks, along with his veiny hands, "To tell you the truth, I'd much rather enjoy this view with you." He seduced before handing you your drink.
You gulped as you eyes connected with his hands then went lower and noticed he was growing needy, "Like what you see, baby?" He husked, taking a sip of his drink, watching you intently. He wanted to ruin you, right on the back of the couch.
You sucked in a breath, "Yes," you squeaked out before taking the glass in shaky hands.
The man tipped the glass once you were about to take a sip, "Careful, babe, don't spill." He warned, making you want to drop the glass and have him take you right in that moment.
He seemed to notice the spark in your eyes before taking the glass back and setting it down on the table, "Don't wanna make a mess of those drinks," he spoke before walking back over to you and learning close to your ear, "But I do wanna make a mess of you."
based on Into It by Chase Atlantic
GIVE US A PART 2. I PLEAD OF YOU😭
Your way of writing is so beautiful
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling.teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride. *foams mouth* GRRRRR *snarl* BITE BITE MUNCHSJFHJSGRRRRRR BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GR TNGFMR BARK BARL BARK WOOF OWOOOO HOWL WITH ME OwO000000000 BARK BARK GRRR......*sniffs* BARK GGRRR BARK BARK WOOF GGGGRRR GRR BARKNFKFLH FMSMANBARK WOOF WOOF GR TNGFMR BARK BARL BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GGRRRR BARRKKFNBFB GRR WOMGMHMBOF GRR BARKNFKFLH BARK BARK BARK WOOF GGGGRRR GRR WOMGMHMBOF GRRR BARK BARK WOOF ARF GRRR XNXHSJSH BRRR BARK BARK GRR ARF BARK WOOF ARF BARK GRR SNARL RUFF WOOF BARK WOOF SNARL GRR ARF ARF WOOF BARK RUFF GRR ARF BARK WOOF ARF BARK GRR SNARL RUFF WOOF BARK WOOF SHART GRR ARF ARF WOOF BARK RUFF GRR ARF BARK WOOF ARF BARK GRR SNARL RUFF WOOF BARK WOOF SNARL GRR ARF ARF WOOF BARK RUFF GRR ARF BARK BARK WOOF SNARL GRWOEL GRRRRRRRR GRGRG RUFF WOOF WOOF BARK GGRRR GROWL SNARL BARK BARK BARK GRREEAAAA RR RUGH RUFF HRRR WOOf BARK BARK WOOF SNARL GRWOEL GRRRRRRRR GRGRG RUFF WOOF WOOF BARK GGRRR GROWL SNARL BARK BARK BARK GRREEAAAA RR RUGH RUFF WOOF
I NEED PT2 PLEASE😭
This is so good.. why don't you continue? Please continue🥺
SO AN AD CAME UP RIGHT BEFORE THE PLAYLIST STARTED AND I SAID I DONT LIKE IT THEN SKIPPED IT AND "chase Atlantic - Okay" MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD-
(EDIT: I haven't gotten this many likes THIS fast- CHILL... my notifications got blown up.)
LOLLL
same
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@@_falling.sky_ basically the "joke" is I said I didn't like the ad and the song replied ok.
@@Asodel oh :)
I thought the title said "... and confess your trust" expecting a heroic playlist, so imagine my confusion when I started reading POVs-
AHHRHAHAHAHA
I'm DISAPPOINTED in the lack of pov writers.
Same😂
They're slowly coming through 😂
Omg y'all brought me back and I have been blessed with the povs I saw
TIMESTAMPS😻😻
00:00 - okey - chase atlantic
3:30 - high for this - the weeknd
7:36 - frzzn - ozzie
11:40 - into it - chase atlantic
14:57 - call out my name - the weeknd
18:48 - i was never there - the weeknd
22:49 - wicked games - the weeknd
TYYY
pov writers I love you
Same impression 🤤😋
Do you want a pov specifically for you 🫢
@@moluzuvrDAMN
I might write a romantacy but also a mafia boss story. Badass power couple
🖤🤍 TIMESTAMPS 🖤🤍
00:00 - okey - chase atlantic
3:30 - high for this - the weeknd
7:36 - frzzn - ozzie
11:40 - into it - chase atlantic (my fav song)
14:57 - call out my name - the weeknd ( 🛐 )
18:48 - i was never there - the weeknd *chefs kiss*
22:49 - wicked games - the weeknd
gracias!!!
Thanks girl ur the best 💋💋💋
thanks girl
THE POVS ARE CRAZYYY
(IM INLOVE)
The men in the pictures OMG 😅🥰
Broooo the title is goes hard, read it and my jaw dropped😭
"high for this" the weeknd story :
You were so high. Alcohol was no good for you, and you knew it, but you decided to not care for this time.
Your roomate was looking at you, not even having fun when he was the one who decided to go there. Damn, how you hated him. Why wasn't he letting you have fun?
You kept dancing, drinking, until a man came up to you. "you look hot. Wanna spend the night with me?"
This guy was also very drunk. Your roomate, Xyn, was staring. His eyes were freeing such a rage. The man started touching you. Too much for Xyn.
He approached you two, pushed the man, and grabbed your wrist "you fucking piss me off." He said with his deep voice. Too drunk to even walk, he had to carry you. Xyn was certainly mad, but he did not seem ashamed of you, as every other man would be for carrying a drunk person like you. Carefully, he put you in his black BMW.
He got in the car, and for the whole way home, he had his attention on you. Xyu knew he had to care more about the road, caused by the missing sun, but you seemed more important.
"-Hey, you're never getting drunk again after that.
-hmmm...
-can't even talk..." He sighed, and you two arrived home.
Again, he carried you, and put you in your bed. He took off your clothes, you were not able to move. Or was it on purpose? He was so careful, and was trying not to look. He put a blanket on you.
"-wait.
He turned back to you, and you got up, walking towards him.
-why do you care so much ?
He looked away. You were right, he never took care of someone as he did with you. After thinking, he answered.
-You are so drunk. I wouldn't just leave you there-
-No, no. Even before, before the man came up to me : you were staring. And why get so mad to a man talking to
me ?
-....
-Jealousy?
-Never.
-I dont believe you.
-I don't care.
-You do.
-Shut up. He said, getting mad.
-No.
-hmph...
-Admit it.
-Shut up!
-No.
-... He seemed like he was pushing something inside him so it never goes out, he did not seem like he could hold it for long. You got closer, and whispered in his ear 'admit it'."
That was too much.
He pinned you to the wall "i am not fucking jealous."
He was breathing so heavily.
Such a warm breath.
Your lips and his were so close... Too close to be normal...
He wouldn't hold it any longer.
"Damn you." He grabbed both your wrists and put them above your head, and kissed you so passionately. Like he loved you. His free arm went around your waist, and pushed you closer to him.
"You'll never forget that." He said between two kisses, his hand sliding down...
god damn.
Gurl just write a wattpad already 😭
oh my
DAMN BRO
Amazing writing
Today was along and stressful and just wanted to relax and this happened and the music hit just like this
Timestampssss
0:00 : Chase Atlantic-Okay
5:09 : The Weekend-High For This
7:47 : OZZIE-FREZN (I think)
11:58 : Chase Atlantic-Into It
14:54 : The Weekend-Call Out My Name
18:48 : The Weekend-I Was Never There
22:53 : The Weekend-Wicked Games
Awesome Playlist!!! Lemme know if I did anything wrong!
POV: You're at a lavish hotel that's hosting a chess competition, and meet someone unexpected.
"You play?"
You turn your neck, searching for the source of the rich voice that just uttered those words. Trust, there was more than enough talking going on, the chatter of the audience around the chess table carrying that excited buzz that comes with seeing two of the best have a casual spar. Not only that, but the hotel was holding the chess match of the season, masters and players from all over the country were here. But that voice was different. Smooth, velvety. It was directed. It wanted attention.
Brown eyes look down at you, from behind, the subtlest of smiles on his lips as he waits for a response. A soft realisation settles on your face as you study the man, replaced by a look of surprise, and intrigue.
"Vincent... what are you-" you pause, searching for a better approach. "How've you been?" you say, eyes absorbing all the little changes time has gifted him with.
"I've been well," he replies with that resonant voice. "And you? What've you been up to these..."
"...nine years." You finish his words, astonished by just how long it's been. Nine years since university, since the wildness of being younger. Of the tall brown corridors and noses in books; of intimate silhouettes carved by moonlight and hands under tables. "I've been okay. Are you playing tonight?" you ask, trying to ignore the memories his presence brought back. Although, it's not very easy to ignore memories that completely defined your taste in men.
He watches you for a moment, shifting his stance slightly: his fitted clothes highlighting his figure in such modest way you can't help but feel like you're thirsting way too quickly. He winks gently, nodding his head towards the door, "Let's catch up over chess. It's been a while since I've played you." Hand extended, you take it. You both weave through the crowd, through the waiters and rich society at the hotel who exclaim at his presence, towards the middle of the hall where an empty chess table lies. Course, he was your old friend, but also a recognised IM in chess. Though, friend is debatable.
He pulls out a chair. You sit and thank him. He hums in acknowledgement. You try to ignore how his scent of sweet amber lingered. He ignores the crowd forming amongst the two of you, and eyes you, watches you, in quiet, before speaking.
"I didn't see you at the reunion." He says, starting the clock, gaze flickering from your hands to your face to your...
Tick.
You move a piece - English opening. His gaze narrows on the position of the piece, a twitch on the corner of his lips. "I didn't have the time to attend," you say, gaze lifting to meet his scrutinizing one as you start his timer. Tick.
"...Husband?" He says, with an implicit cautiousness around the word. Tick.
"Business," you reply, watching him make his move, meeting his eyes as they narrow in thought at your response.
"You're not married?" He asks, raising a brow. Tick.
You meet his eyes, noticing that lowered, interested, plotting gaze of his hasn't changed. Tick.
"Not the right time. You?"
He inhales, nodding. "Not the right time."
Tick.
You move your piece, he moves his. His eyes narrow in hidden amusement, your eyes search for escape from his probing. Tick. So, you bring an old play to this match. "Your Queen didn't work out?"
He stifles a smirk, hiding it behind his large, veiny hands, fingers gliding across his jaw in a manner that has you fighting your own mind. "Queen didn't work out."
You smile softly, your conversation secret from the ears of the crowd watching you play. Code words. Just how it was in university when you used the chess club as your midnight rendezvous to... play with each other. You smirk softly as you move a piece. "You like to repeat after me too?"
"Mmm..." he hums, eyes on your movements. "So you do play."
Tick.
Silence sits as the two of you play. The audience watches, not too invested since this is unofficial, but clearly find the idea of an unknown woman playing a young master to be interesting. He leans back in his chair, his eyes more keen in understanding your actions than your moves. His shirt hangs loosely, fitted pants folding tightly at the way his legs spread as he sits. Electricity would spark amongst the two of you, with each little glance. Heck, at this point, you're playing mind games, not chess.
"...Blue night?" He asks, out of the blue, mid match.
The simple words demanding your attention. Code words. Surprise turns into subtle amusement as the corners of your lips twitch into a subtle smirk.
See, in the old chess room, the one on the 4th floor the chess club only used during summer due to lack of heating, the ceiling was made of glass tiles. Like a greenhouse, or a penthouse, depending on who you ask. The glass tiles were a glossy cerulean; teal when illuminated by the sun, blue when illuminated by the moon. And, within this old chess room, at night, is when the two of you would have your secret matches, away from Vincent's Queen, away from your Knight, away from any pawns.
With only the two of you left to this wicked game.
You place your piece, and stop the timer.
"Blue moon."
(PS: Love the playiiiist!)
HOLYYY THIS WAS SO GOOD OMG- the way i pictured everything GAH DAYMMNNNNN😩. THIS WAS IMPRESSIVE.
where are you going??? what's next please I NEED it 😩
you gave me a whole WATTPAD storyyyy- not complaining though
Amazing writing
Experts writing
She held her breath as he moved closer to her, so slowly it reminded her of a panther about to strike.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to hold back the shakiness behind the words.
"You're about to find out," he growled.
She backed away from him, knowing it had been a long time coming. Knowing that she wanted this, yet the idea of it was terrifying. He was tall, dark and handsome, everything she wasn't used too. He stopped an inch in front of her, taking care not to press himself against her, but he leaned his arm against the wall. Down his eyes caressed her body. The tiny black dress he made her wear to dinner, the lack of underwear, everything, she did everything he asked of her, yet she was terrified. Closer, his free hand moved against the side of her body, feeling every curve, every crevice. Her breathing was rapid now, heart rate loud enough that it was hard to hear the low moan he made as his hand found it's way between her legs. He could feel her, every, little bit of her. If she didn't want him so badly, she would die of embarrassment, but she did.
She wanted him and with his hand, his fingers, feeling everything.. He knew.
His head angled until he was breathing against her neck, "you devilish little thing."
OMG, THAT'S PERFECT! OMG
damn
knew it was gonna be great when Chase Atlantic plays first 🔥🔥
Definitely ❤️🔥
righttttttt
Nd that’s what I was thinking to🤭
@@emeliazea5679 great minds think alike
This is the playlist I NEEDED!!!!!
Happy to hear 🖤
Hitman enemies pov:
"So, how does it feel to fail for the first time, elite?" You lean against the door frame as he sits, head hung, on the side of his bed.
You and him have always been enemies. Competing for the first place. Always fighting to death during their training. And you had nearly killed him out of spite when he graduated first, and you second.
But you had thwarted him perfectly through their first mission. A first target, given as a first test in real life. Yours was a middle aged politician, and the kill had been quick in the silence of the dark alleyway.
His, though unknown due to security, was heard to be still alive and well. For some reason, the top student of the assassin training center had failed.
And it made you exhilarated as hell.
"How does it feel, laying down every night knowing your target is still well alive?"
"I said get out."
"I'd die from shame," you coo, a cruel smile twisting your lips. "You don't deserve that first place."
"Adenine, not today," he says in a low voice. An incredulous laugh barks out of you.
"Since when have we respected another's feelings?" You stalk in front of him, raising his chin with your hand. As his hung hair slips out his face, you freeze as you take in his expression.
He looks like he's barely holding himself back from crying. Karl. Crying. The two words were so foreign that you nearly step back from shock.
"What happened?" You whisper, not even aware of the rage and cruel glee entirely slipping from you.
He jerks his chin away, wordless.
"Karl," you call. "Tell me."
"You're right," he replies in a low voice. "I don't deserve the first place. You do."
You stare open-mouthed in shock. He stares at the wall behind you, unable to make eye contact.
"I'm the bastard son. Of the owner of this center."
"What-,"
"The ranking is rigged. I was meant to be first since they abandoned me in this center."
"The entire thing is a fraud, Adenine," he said through clenched teeth. You realize his voice is shaking. "They pick their hitman through loyalty. Not skill. The skill rankings mean nothing."
"Why would they rank us then-," you start, but you grow silent as a horrible suspicion grows in you.
He confirms it, his head hung. "Because what better experience can a loyal hitman have than killing a truly skilled opponent?"
You are rooted to the spot. Only your eyes slowly track his movement, as he raises his eyes and meets hers with difficulty.
His voice has a softness to it like he is making a confession.
"My target is you, Adenine."
😮 that was insane, loved it
@@twinkletoes929 you made my day, thank you for saying that! :))
omg, this is soooo good waaaa 😭😭😭
"Look me in the eyes, and confess your lust. Get on your knees, beg me to stop. I promise I'll love you if you do it, so do it. For me."
-"Do it for Me" by Rosenfeld
Edit: Holy shit, thanks for the likes :O
❤️🔥
@@vsvictoria_ ❤😊 Helloo ^^
@@Hxgwvrts hello ❤️
I honestly was thinking of the same thing when I saw the name of this playlist. I love Rosenfeld.
@@kaz_yjh recommend you to listen this one th-cam.com/video/gTK3CD4Da_o/w-d-xo.htmlsi=yPI0pYUVax_IMi3z
POV: you’ve caught *them* looking at you and noticed it’s only you they are looking at…so you decide to comfort them about it, but it goes in a different direction you thought it would…You definitely aren’t mad about it…
I'm not even a writer wtf am I doing??
It's gotten so infuriating,since you finished college your father's friend Edward Edinburg has taken you in while you look for a job and try to find somewhere to settle down. Growing up, you'd always find Edward there to help you or your family when they're in need and you appreciated him for that but as of late? as soon as you stepped into college till you graduated your brain started having questionable thought about Edward and you felt disgusted. 'How could I think about about Edward like that like? he's old enough to be dad..' you thought as you stared at the refrigerator illuminating your face in the dark kitchen, you've forgotten about what you needed to get.
"Earth to kiddo, earth to kiddo" Your were snapped back to reality,Edward had walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights seeing you just standing there. Edward had walked over to you, leaning against the refrigerator as he looked at you a little worried "You doing alright kiddo? you seem..deep in thought" he said,his deep voice and that British accent- or was it German? You care less whenever he spoke.
You told him you were fine and he chuckled "Well I can tell you're lying but sure I'll trust you..mind if I get something too?" he said before getting the pitcher of water from the refrigerator,his calloused hand barely grazing yours but it was enough to have you acting nervous- it's like he knows what he's doing. You decided to just close the the refrigerator and ask for some water as well and he gladly poured you both a glass. Edward did a little 'cheers' motion with a little smile..his eyes smiling along,the wrinkles visible whenever it does. For someone his age,Edward was fit..his shirt hugging his figure, hands veiny and calloused- he was a working man after all so it wasn't too out of place..his blond hair having a few white streaks and his blue eyes either always striking or warm. You thought it was unfair,for someone his age to be this.. handsome? beautiful? both. He finished his drink and so did you,he let's out a refreshed sigh "That hits the spot..well I better get back to bed and so should you kiddo" He said as he ruffled your hair a little. You found it endearing and annoying,you were well in your 20's and wanted to be treated like it so you said just that "Oh? well pardon me for being sweet" He teased as he snickered,there he goes again with his not so subtle 'jokes' that makes you question whether he's actually just trying to be sarcastic or flirty.
You sighed and teased him back saying something along the lines of "You've lost it old man" you prodded back, taking a jab at his age because what else can you really use against him? "Really now? well I wasn't the one zoning off Infront of the refrigerator am I? speaking of that," his hand on your head moved to your chin, making you look at him directly as his half lidded eyes looked down at you with worry and.. something else you'd rather not think about "If there's something wrong going,you know that I'm here right? I'll always be here to help,you know that" he said with that soft warm smile that will get you in trouble if you didn't have the self control. You just nodded your head, telling him you know and thanking him- he laughed a little before he lets go "No biggie..now goodnight,you need some rest" He said softly before he left you alone at the kitchen.
'He knows what he's doing, surely..' You thought as you stayed there for a bit,the butterflies in your stomach going rampant
did I use my oc Edward? yes do I regret this? absolutely I'm not proofreading no more
Please write more 🙏 😂😅
Teflon and Ozzie being here makes this playlist even better!!😩
😮 y😮😮😮😮😮 😮😮 7 😮 😮 y 😮 😮 y y 7 😮😮 😮 7y 😮 😮 7 😮 😮
The title of the vid bring a rosenfelds lyrics is art istg that man has a voice like whiskey
I’m literally melting listening to this! It’s like each song wraps me up in that dreamy feeling of falling in love. I can feel my heart racing-this is just beautiful ❤🌹💕
Devouring this playlist
Ozzie , baby . . How heavenly is your voice.
Where are those pov people 😭
Frr been searching for them
Translation (Italian to English)
Tesoro = sweetheart
Mia Regina = My Queen
Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso. = find out on Google translate ;)
There he was. Zack Summers.
I held my gun, aiming it slowly. I bit my tongue, I could do this, right? Don't get me wrong, this is not my first murder, but I used to know Zack Summers. Or at least I thought I did. Ever since he killed my mother I hated him. He was her doctor, couldn't he Save her? I shakily brought the gun to the left, aiming it for his head.
I sigh, dropping my gun to the side. I cant do this. A part of me knows I cant. The other part is yelling at me to press the trigger.
"Well, well, well Tesoro." A deep voice chuckles from behind me.
Zach.
"Summers what the fuck are you doing here?!" I pull my gun back up and aim it at him.
If that's Zack then who's- Holy shit. Its a trap, its a fucking trap.
I press my back against the wall.
"Its my house. My room. My bed," he tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow, his Adams apple bobbing. "So you must be my woman?" He smirks, the shadow consuming half of him.
"What are you on? I am not one of your hoes." I whisper, my gun still facing him.
"Relax Tesoro." He laughs, "So, why didn't you pull the trigger." He asks.
My heart bangs against my chest.
"I was aiming." I say firmly, obliviously lying.
"I'm not stupid, Amelia." He says.
"Well you learn something everyday." I mutter, holding the gun higher to match his chest.
"Stop lying, would you? Its getting quite annoying. Now answer my question, why didn't you shoot."
"I-I wanted to get you in the perfect position." I lie.
Zack inches closer, he grabs my chin. "Don't lie to me." He whispers before kissing me.
Its embarrassing how much he has an effect on me.
I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer.
He pulls away, "What a liar. If I recall correctly, you didn't want to be one of my... Hoes."
"Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, pushing him away and crossing my arms.
"Well Amelia, you are under my roof."
"So?"
"So, your mine until you leave." He chuckles, grabbing my waist.
"I hate you." I whisper.
"Again with the lies, Mia Regina." He mutters, caressing my lower lip with his thumb.
"Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso." He whispers before kissing me. I want this, I want him.
Pov: Enemies to lovers
You haven’t seen him in a while but he walks up to you with a gun, he points it to your head, but you act faster and press the firm blade you’ve kept hidden in your pocket to his neck. It’s a heated moment, both of you are threatening to kill each other. But he falters the gun and pushes you to the wall. You don’t falter the knife, but your hearts bearing an unusual amount of beats. He’s close, he’s whispering something. He gently holds your wrist, forces you to drop the knife. His fingers are brushing through your palm, touching that vulnerable skin. You tell him you hate him. But he only steadies his gaze, smiles and leans in closer, just inches away from your face. Your eyes glance to his lips to his eyes. You have no idea why you’ve done it but his words call a shrill of nerves down your spine. “You could never make me hate you. Never.” He says. It’s irresistible, it’s wrong. To hate is to want to hurt him, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. The gun was empty all along. And even though you were going to kill him, he looks at you like nobody has ever looked at you before; a need to touch, kiss, and devour. “I don’t believe you…” you mutter a scowl, he doesn’t back up. Infact he’s being a lot bolder in the moment. “And if I can prove it to you?” His lips are dangerously close to yours, his hands are no longer holding your palms, instead they thread through your hair, and brush down your cheek. “How” you whisper with a quaking chest. “With this” he grins, pressing tender lips to lips. They’re soft, then smooth, then rough, and then he’s nudging a grunt or two from those daring lips of yours. Hands moving from your face down to your hips, anxiously, calmly, aggressively.
You’re hypnotized by his touch.
Ok trying to find real music for the most important part of this song is that you are still my dear friend that you know me too well now that we have time to get a chance to clear out our heads and let this work for tonight things are good for nowadays but we can feel the void of not being able to talk or see each other but telepathic touching and loving you like this song yes telling you about how my energy is so strong even if you don't knowe why I love this much but when we meet is going to be magical and beyond what Real love is like this music rid that on my own butterflies never forget what the world you are to me
This playlist is so good😩🤧✨❤
The title is from the song 'Do it for me - Rosenfeld'! I recommend it a loooooot to listen with your family! The lyrics are just so adorable!
😩🤌THIS FCKNG PLAYLIST IS INCREDIBLEEEEE
the men in this tho 😍❤
Fabulous, isn’t he?
Fr ☺️
I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW CHASE ATLANTIC
PLAYLIST- SLAYED
HOMEWORK-DELAYED
Derek pulls Delana out onto the dance floor and pulls her close to him. She gasped at how strong he was for a human. The music vibes all around them as Derek works his hands over her body.
"Trying to get a grip on something you can't have?"
Derek chuckled a bit, "No trying to make someone jealous because they rejected you."
Delana looked over his shoulder and sees Steven downing a beer glaring at them.
"We now, do what you need to to make him jealous. "
"Oh I plan on it." Derek answered spinning her around to where her back was to Steven.
Derek dragged both of his hands down her back to her lower region. He grabbed both sides of her backside. Delana gasped at the grip he had a hold on her. He stared Steven down with a joker of a grin on his face. Derek can feel his heart racing when Delana started breathing on his neck. It was getting to him, arousing him, making him crave her. His feelings are becoming more and more obvious everytime he's around her. He can smell a faint scent coming from her skin swimming around his head. He let's out a playful growl as he pulls her even close to her. Delana can feel his heart race as she pulls him down to kiss his lips. Steven becomes even more jealous as he watches the scene unfold from the bar. Delana pulls away and notices blood leaving Derek's lip.
"I'm sorry i didn't know i bit you ."
Derek touched his lip, "Don't be. I'm guessing you haven't fed yet."
Delana didn't want to answer him.
"Delana have you fed?" His voice was more demanding.
"No, and I need to."
Derek looked back at Steven once more and smiled before picking Delana up.
"Private room now to feed you." Derek growled as he carried her off the floor in his arms.
So, if Delana didn't figure out that Derek was not a human at the beginning, then why did she say she hasn't fed when she bit Derek's lips?
@sohinighosal3388 she knew he was. This is a glimpse into a story I wrote. Derek worked for a twisted vampire as his lap dog because he's human. In the end he became a vampire and protects Delana
@@lacyhay9022 A story? Is there a whole story related to this? Does that story have a name?
@sohinighosal3388 yes Dragon of Carterra, Delana
OBSESSED TYSM FOR THIS PLAYLIST POOKIEEE 😍🤞🏼
❤️🔥
This was way too good
Imagine:
Your in the club swaying the music reverberating in your bones your eyes closed. You open them and you make eye contact with the man across the room and smirk you lift your finger beckoning him on over. Soon both of you are getting hot and sweaty on the dance floor and in a husky place he tells you to come over to his place. The next morning you sneak out as the sun rays break the sky.
Omgggg this is literally my playlistttt!!!💗
POV : (by MLH.ORION, a french author)
He took off his tie, draping it over the couch in his spacious penthouse. The lights are dimmed, casting a soft glow over the room. Through the expansive windows, you can see the cityscape of towering Chinese buildings below, all beneath a blurry, ethereal moon. "Want another drink?" he asks in a gentle voice. The night has already been a haze of alcohol and other indulgences; you need nothing more. You shake your head. He returns with a drink for himself and settles beside you.
His dark eyes gleam, and his smile is delicate, matching the elegance of his slender hands. The subtle, fresh scent of orange blossoms wafts from him. As you gaze at his chest, it starts to seem like a comforting place to rest. He takes a slow sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You know," he begins, his voice low and smooth, "nights like these are rare. There's something magical about being above the city, away from everything, just the two of us." Your heart races as he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. "I can see it in your eyes," he whispers, his voice almost a caress. "You're special, more than you realize." The world outside seems to disappear as he speaks, his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. His fingers trace a delicate path along your hair. As you lose yourself in the moment, all thoughts of the outside world fade away, leaving only the intoxicating presence of the man beside you and the promise of what the night might bring.
chase atlantic then the weeknd???? u drive me insane
I love this playlist (And the Pov's under the video.)
this is so twisted series by ana huang (and im OBSESSEDDDDDDD)
YESS
this playlist is literally vibes i cant get enough of thiss♥♥
The weeknd❤
i was today years old when i found out that chase atlantic made okay after saying it was a korean artist that made it then went to look up where hes from and hes from AUSTRILA ( dont qute me on my spelling aight i know the shiz spelt wrong)
Translation (Italian to English)
Tesoro = sweetheart
Mia Regina = My Queen
Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso. = find out on Google translate ;)
There he was. Zack Summers.
I held my gun, aiming it slowly. I bit my tongue, I could do this, right? Don't get me wrong, this is not my first murder, but I used to know Zack Summers. Or at least I thought I did. Ever since he killed my mother I hated him. He was her doctor, couldn't he Save her? I shakily brought the gun to the left, aiming it for his head.
I sigh, dropping my gun to the side. I cant do this. A part of me knows I cant. The other part is yelling at me to press the trigger.
"Well, well, well Tesoro." A deep voice chuckles from behind me.
Zach.
"Summers what the fuck are you doing here?!" I pull my gun back up and aim it at him.
If that's Zack then who's- Holy shit. Its a trap, its a fucking trap.
I press my back against the wall.
"Its my house. My room. My bed," he tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow, his Adams apple bobbing. "So you must be my woman?" He smirks, the shadow consuming half of him.
"What are you on? I am not one of your hoes." I whisper, my gun still facing him.
"Relax Tesoro." He laughs, "So, why didn't you pull the trigger." He asks.
My heart bangs against my chest.
"I was aiming." I say firmly, obliviously lying.
"I'm not stupid, Amelia." He says.
"Well you learn something everyday." I mutter, holding the gun higher to match his chest.
"Stop lying, would you? Its getting quite annoying. Now answer my question, why didn't you shoot."
"I-I wanted to get you in the perfect position." I lie.
Zack inches closer, he grabs my chin. "Don't lie to me." He whispers before kissing me.
Its embarrassing how much he has an effect on me.
I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer.
He pulls away, "What a liar. If I recall correctly, you didn't want to be one of my... Hoes."
"Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, pushing him away and crossing my arms.
"Well Amelia, you are under my roof."
"So?"
"So, your mine until you leave." He chuckles, grabbing my waist.
"I hate you." I whisper.
"Again with the lies, Mia Regina." He mutters, caressing my lower lip with his thumb.
"Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso." He whispers before kissing me. I want this, I want him.
Pov :
صوت الموسيقى المرتفع في ذلك المكان لا يجعلك تسمع حتى أفكارك الخاصة ، أجساد تتمال مع الإقاع ببراعة ، في ذلك المكان ذي الإنارة المنخفظة ، أشخاص تصرخ بحماس و تغني و آخرون يقفزون و يتمايلون بأجسادهم حدّ التلاحم برقصات قذرة .. أشخاص يتقرّبون من آخرين و صفقات قذرة تقام تحت الطاولات ، كانت هي تجلس أمام البار تحتسي شرابها ببطء شديد كأن حياتها متوقفة في ذلك السائل الاذع الذي إستقر بين أناملها و نظراتها الفارغة مصوبة إلى اللامكان لم ترمش و كأنها إن فعلت ستبتلعها أفكارها السوداء ، ملامحها الهادئ لا توحي بتلك العواصف التي تقام داخلها ، أطلقت نفسا متثاقلا كأنها تحمل هموم الدنيا فوق أكتافها ، لم تكن في حياتها إمرأة ضعيفة فالضعف أعلن تبرأه منها أمام عظمتها ،لم تكن من ذلك النوع من النساء اللاتي تختبىء من الحياة بل هي تقطع الروؤس و تظعها أمام عتبة باب صاحبها إن لم تنحني في حضورها ، لم تشعر بأظافرها التي غرستها بقوة في كف يدها المقبوضة بغضب عظيم لتدمي ذلك السائل الدافئ ، كم كرهت أفكارها و تمنت لو تستطيع أن تطفء دماغها و لو لدقائق فقط ، وضعت كأسها الفارغ لتطلب آخر لعله يساعد في إخماد ذلك الحريق داخلها لكنها لم تلبث أن يلامس كرزتيها إلا و يد إمتدت من خلفها تقتلع المشروب بهدوء لتقطب حاجبيها بإنزعاج و تخرج سلاحها من تحت فستانها الذي يعانق منحنيات جسدها ببراعة مشهرة به مستعدة لتفجير رأس أيا كان من تجرأ مخترقا مساحتها الشخصيّة لتسقط تعابر الغضب و تحتل تقاسيم وجهها ملامح التفاجوء ، و ليجزء لا يتجزء من الثواني ظهر الألم و الغضب في عينيها و مشاعر أخرى نجحت في تخبأتها ببراعة لتنزل سلاحها و تثبته أعلى فخذها من جديد، تابعته بزمردتيها حين جلس بهالته التي تصرخ قوة و عضمة ، كانت تراقب كل حركة يقوم بها كأنه فريستها هذه الليلة لكنها تعلم أنه الصياد وهي أضحيته بلا شك ، جلس في المقعد بجانبها يحتسي من الكأس الذي أخذه منها ، مصوبا نظراته نحوها لتبتلع ريقها ببطء لإحساسها بإختناق عضيم كأنه بوضع عينيه السوداء الحادة صوبها وضع سيفيه على رقبتها يأمرها بالحراك لتنحر ، لم يتكلم أي منهما بل كانت تظراتهما لبعض تكفلت بالحوار تقدم جالسا أقرب لتقتحم رائحته الممتزجة برائحة السجائر رأتيها فتضعف و ترتخي أعضاؤها المشدودة ، رب السماوات يعلم كم تكره جسدها الذي يخونها بحضوره ، و كم كانت ممتنة لصوت الموسيقى العالي الذي غطى على صوت دقات قلبها الصاخبة الذي يهدد بالخروج من مكانه في أي لحظة كانت تمرر بصرها على كل إنش من جسده ، بداية من شعره الغرابي المصفف ببراعة إلى عينيه البنية التي دائما ما تحمل الحدّة فيهما كأنهما لم تعرفى اللين قط، إلى شفتيه المرسومة بدقة التي لطالما أرادت تذوقهما بإستماتة و أخيرا إلى ملابسه السوداء التي تعانق جسده الصخم ببراعة لتقبض على فكّها بغضب لتلك الأفكار البريئة التي تسللت لعقلها القذر ليظهر شبح إبتسامة عابثة مزينة ثغره فينطق أخير بصوته العميق الذي بعثر مشاعرها بقوة " إن كنت تحاولين قتل نفسك بالشرب فخذي لك مشروبا أقوى " قال بسخرية لترفع حاجبها بإستنكار ، هي لم تشرب الكثير ، فقط بضعة كؤوس ، و ببضعة كؤوس أقصد عشرون و أخذ منها كأسها الواحد و العشرين لتطلق زفيرا محاولة منها إعادة رباط جأشها فتجيبه ببرود غطى نبرتها " ربما في المرة القادمة " قالت كلماتها واقفة مستعدة إلى الرحيل ، فهي أتت إلى هذا المكان بسببه ، بسبب تلك المشاعر اللعينة التي نمت داخلها ، تلك المشاعر التي كرهتها ، و رفضها عقلها لكن جسدها اللعين و قلبها الألعن إتحدا ضده لتغدو ضعيفة ، كانت مشوشة الذهن فلم تشعر بقبضته القويه التي أمسكت يدها ليرجعها مكانها بعنف لكن ليس للحد الذي سيألمها ، هربت شهقة بين كرزتيها بتفاجأ لحركتها المباغتة ، ليمسك فكها بيده الأخرى و يقول بغضب " لماذا تتهربين مني ؟" لتفلت وجهها من بين براثنه بغضب أقوى ، لأنك لعين تسببت بمرض في قلبي ، لأنك تشتتني بوجودك ، لأن جسدي الخائن يكون عبدا بين يديك و لو طلبت أن أركع لك سيفعل وحده دون تردد ، لأنني أخاف أن أنظر داخل عينيك اللعينة فترى ضعفي و تفضح مشاعري اللعينة ، لأنني لو نظرت إلى عينيك التي سلبت أنفاسي لأكثر من ثانيتين سيطفأ صوت المنطق و تصرغ غرائزي مطالبة بك ، أرادت قول هذا ، أرادت الصراخ به و مطالبته بتبرير تلك المشاعر المريضة لكنها لم تفعل بل إكتفت بإشاحة بصرها بعيدا ، دام صمت مميت رغم الصخب و الفوضى من حولهما ، كأنهما إنفصلا عن العالم ، هو ينتظر إجابتها و هي تفكر في كيفية الهرب من هذه الورطة لم تتحرك و لم تقل شيء لعشر دقائق كامل كانت هادءة تصوب أنظارها إلى طاولة البار كأنها أهم إختراعات العصر ، جسدها تصلب مكانه و روحها إنفصلت عن جسدها ليقتحم صوته المخملي الثقيل خلوة أفكارها " عينيك اللعينة تضعينها صوب عينيا و عندما أكلمك تجبينني فلا أريد أن أفقد لعنتي عليك " قال كلامه ببطء آمرا لترفع عينيها صوبه آليا و تطلق زفيرا مرهقا مرجعة شعرها الأسود القصير إلى الخلف بإهمال لتسقط بعض الخصلات المتمردة على وجهها الحاد فتقرر أن تنظر و ليحرق الكون اللعين ، فليشعد الرب أنها حاولت ، حاولت كثيرا لترفع زمرديتها صوب سودويتاه سامحة بمشاعرها بالخروج ، ثوان من الصوت ، ثوان فقط لتلين ملامحة المنقبظة ، لقد فهم ، سمحت له بالفهم و أجابته عن الكثير من الأسئلة ، هربها منه لسنوات علم سببه ، تغيرها و جفاؤها تجلهه علم سببه ، محاولاتها الفاشلة في قتله الكثير من المراة علم سببها ، إختنقت و رغب مميمة في التدخين إعترتها ، أرادت قتل نفسها بجديّة قالت ولم تنزع عينيها من خاصته " هل تملك سيجارة ؟" لم يجبها بل أدخل يده داخل جيوب سترته الفاخرة ليخرج لها مبتغاها ، فأمسكتها واضعة إياها بين شفتيها مستنشقة سمّها بإستماتة كأن حياتها متوقفة في تلك السيجارة و عندما وقفت مستعدة للرحيل ، أمسكها للمرة الثانية هذه الليلة ساحبا إياها لتقع جالسة فوق رجليه ساحبا إياها في قبلة لتسقط السيجارة من بين يديها بصدمة و عقلها توقف للحظات قبل أن يستوعب ما حصل لتبادله القبلة ، قبلة وضعت فيها كامل مشاعرها ، قبلة عنيفة جامحة ، لتفصلها لحاجت رأتيها اللعينة للأكسجين ، كم أرادت قتله ، كم أرادت وضع الرصاص في قلبه اللعين لعل رأية جسده بلا روح لعل مشاعرها العاهرة تختفي لكنها شهقت متمسكة برقبتها عندما أخذها على حين غرة متوجا بها إلى خارج المكان ، لفتح باب سيارته ويضعها مكانها ثم يتوجه إلى مقعد السائق مغادرا المنطقة بأكملها بسرعة جنونية.
التكملة؟🥹
I didn't mean to click off of your show for the concert babe...I think I probably will wake up now.
Ahem pov people where are you?!
Making one rn :)
right here, Sir
have you ever blushed so hard to POV while listening the music?
yea....
I got my wine girl. Bless me
POV: You bump into your enemy at the bar. (TW: inappropriate, forced proximity)
!ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!
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i was at the bar, i didnt expect to see him. why out of everyone? why did it have to be him? why did he have to be so irresistible?
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i was busy talking to another guy, a glass of vodka in my hand. trying to distract my thoughts away from him. i hated him. but i couldnt. i kept stealing glances at him - why did he have to be so distracting... all i could think about was him. his dark green eyes, slicked back black hair.. how it would feel having him on top of me. no. dont go there. i thought.
i could feel the heat of his stare on to my back, all of a sudden, i felt a silky smooth voice speak, it was dangerously low. it was him. i felt my heartbeat quicken when he spoke.
''Y/N.'' he said, his voice too calm, with an underlying hint of lust and danger. my eyes shot up as i turned around - my breathing ragged i stuttered out..
''y-yes?''
''may i speak to you?'' he said, his eyes prying into my soul.
i nodded curtly, not wanting to make him angrier. i hated how he held so much power over me. i hated how he made me feel - vulnerable.
as we stepped into the next room, he slammed the door shut - with a loud bang, i flinched.
''Y/N...'' he said, pinning me to the wall, pinning my hands above my head. my heart raced wildly against my chest - threatening to explode.
i looked at him head on with my eyes - gleaming with vulnerability. god, he drove me crazy.
''You belong to me, your only mine. mine to taste,
i dont care whether or not you disagree, but you belong to me, princess.'' he said, dangerous and low. his hand skimmed over my black dress, to my thighs.. i felt my eyes widen, and my breathe coming out fast. i let out a soft gasp as he traced patterns on my inner thigh, making me gasp, i needed him. i wanted him.
''its time i teach you a lesson, princess.''
he said, his mouth crashing on my lips in a forceful kiss...
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part 2 please
🎧🎶📍 Time-Stamps 📍🎶🎧
#1 - 00:00 | Chase Atlantic - Okay
#2 - 03:32 | The Weeknd - High for This
#3 - 07:36 | OZZIE, Tefflon Sega - FRZZN
#4 - 11:41 | Chase Atlantic - Into It
#5 - 14:57 | The Weeknd - Call Out My Name
#6 - 18:47 | The Weeknd - I Was Never There
#7 - 22:49 | The Weeknd - Wicked Games
Third time making a timestamp for a playlist. Not too sure about the sources of the music (songs & artists), but hopefully, the sources are accurately correct.
Note: If any of you know the sources accurately, feel free to copy-paste mine & revise wherever required.
Enjoy this amazing playlist!
This is fire
This is so good, omg
I loved this playlist💋👄
This playlist is so mattheo riddle coded
Wow, you have perfect taste
@@vsvictoria_thank you☺️
i'm reading tom riddle fanfic rn omg
oh yes~ Tom Marvolo Riddle sitting in the Slytherin common room on one of the black leather couches and sitting like the pic from The Weeknd- High for this
@@wcvaue what are your favs?
I am now writing an AU to this playlist where my gay boys, instead of starting off as Dislike/Competitors, start as Enemies/Rivals
For those who don't know:
Competition is positive, two want to reach the same goal, there's no personal feelings and they learn from their mistakes and one another for the future/next time.
Rivalry is negative, two want to reach the same goal and it's personal (I assume it becomes more about being the winner/better one while learning from their mistakes and each other is second place as priority)
I'll be writing a Tokyo Revengers fanfic of Sanzu Haruchiyo
bg story : youre infertile and your husband decide to use a surrogate mother. but after a while, he starts to ignore you and spend more time with the surrogate mother.
"Next patient." You uttered, you're a psychiatrist. Fixing others while you are been burden by lots a stuff. "Doctor." The voice cooed teasingly making you curious. Why does this patient to chill with you? You look up at him. The guy you had quickie in your car last night.
"What are you doing here?" You muttered, feeling restless by his dreamy gaze. "You for sure didnt think last night will stop just there, right?" He walk and sit in front of you. Handing out his folder. "Fix me doctor." He lightly touch your fingers.
Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD). You look back at Sanzu who's intently looking at you. Last night scene appears, riding and teasing him, enjoying his teary eyes. He's not violent, aside from biting you, he didnt hurt you at all.
Noticing your silence, he became anxious. "Doctor? why arent you saying anything?" He worriedly asked. 'Is she scared of me now?' He thought. Sanzu stares deeply in your eyes, searching terror in them. But all he could see is worry. There's no ounce of fear. 'I want thoe gaze to be only mine... I want her to look at me.' He monologue.
The session went for one hour until someone knock on your office door rapidly. "Y/N! GET THE F OUT NOW. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THE WHOLE NIGHT HUH? ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME?" That voice, your husband voice.
Putting your stoic face, you open the door. "I'm working right now. And... arent you are the one who's been cheating one me?" You scoffed leaving your husband face red. "Be back tonight." He said in a warning tone before leaving you.
As soon as you close the door, Sanzu hug you from behind, wrapping your waist pulling you close to him. "Let me ease you, doctor." He said in a seductive tone, sniffing and kissing your neck. Leaving you all breathy. "You deserve better." Picking you up and place you on your own table.
He spread your leg making him in between them. "You deserve me." Is all he said before locking your lips with him.
(others cant be write here teehee~)
part 2 pleases
Hooked from the first song.
Chase Atlantic is mine!!!
*sniff sniff*
I smell the ✨Wattpad✨ writes in chat…😏
Sold me at chase Atlantic
Timestamps pls??!!
I've done them!
Listen to this to drown out my parents arguing
Damnnnnn🔥🔥🔥
I love this song much xoxoxo 💝💝💝💝💝💝
it should be criminal to title it like this and not include do it for me by rosenfeld
POV:
"I want you to please me." said Alex. He had been going through some shitty things and hurting her gave him the joy he needed. They looked straight at each other Brianna was already thinking of ways that could hurt him back. "I'm not doing it, forget it, "she snapped at him, breaking the awkward silence.
Holding her waist pulling her in," I don't remember giving you a choice, "he smirked then continued placing his drink down, "what I say is the LAW." There was a brief silence and finally to break it he gave her a deep kiss.
where did you get each of the pictures? I wish to use them as references for future art and to maybe take pics like this.
Pinterest. I just looked for Draco Malfoy from fanfics and run into these gorgeous men))
For the first time there's an actual person i daydream about and it's not all just my imagination
Amazon ❤
boutta write my natsuri superhero au fic hehehehe
This playlist is more than enough to turn me into a puddle 🔥
why are all the men in the pictures high-key bricked up 💀💀
thats what i'm saying
17:16 THAT SCARED ME..
Do it for me - song line 😅
I thought the song's title was going to be in it ;_;. It's not but the music are still banger soooooo
I want to do a sexy dance to high for this! My God this song is incredible!
Why are people writing smut in the comments… I mean I’m here for it but why
I wish this playlist come to live
senhor que comentários são esses
why are people writing full NSFW stories here 😭😭😭
it’s kinda embarrassing …
@@jaydenxiellondisc exactly like go back to character ai or ao3 😭😭😭😭
i found thiss
i need a boyfriend man
😍
Que playlist gostosa...😊 Ouvindo enquanto trabalho no caixa.🤭
It's Definitely Way More the just lust Daddy.
men
Only,,what,I want,too,lieve my leife,I,never,need,nowbady ,I meike my,home,allone,I done,everything leike mann,withaut to peid,some,worker
BACK OFF
who esle notices the dik imprent in the pic