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yandere-sins · 11 months

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I'm not sure how thirsty our thirsts are allowed to be but I just stumbled upon your ghost oc from the halloween thingy while searching ghost from cod and WHAT?!?!?!?! Listen....all I'm going to say is 💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵 that is literally the best smut I've ever read in my ENTIRE life and I've been reading smut since about the 2000s. Would you be interested in continuing that piece or for writing an additional part? Maybe when they come to the apartment for the exorcism, they try 'channeling' or calling to the ghost to come, but he's fucking reader the entire time right infront of the roomate and officiate? My brain is thinking it would be so sexy if there was a glitch and he was visible for half a second but that can't be right....right? Why else would your roommates see a tall, sexy man taking you from behind at such a time? Must be a trick of the light! I love the perspective you write in and how even though this very supernatural sex scene was happening, you didn't describe it in a confusing or overly complex way. Your way of describing things, especially naughty things just hit different. It was extremely enjoyable! And so freaking hot!!!!! Seriously, there isn't a lot of content out like that so you're literally an angel for providing us with that haha. Going to give myself an anon name here, is 👻 available? Ahem, no reason why I chose that emoji hehe

Aww, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! It was a lot of fun to write :D Not sure I am always as clear when describing smth, but I'm doing my best! Thansk for you sweet ask and nice request, I hope you enjoy this story as well! ♥

Disclaimer: I don't speak latin. I google translatored this. Warning: Yandere, Heavy Sexual Content, Biting

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"Dele omne mal-- ah--!"

"Malum, Baby. If you want to erase all evil, you gotta say your words right~"

It was hard enough to read the little pamphlet in your hands with your body shaking like crazy, thanks to the thick cock plowing into you with every word you were saying. You could have really forgone the condescending nitpicking of the ghost you were trying to exorcise, but you weren't that lucky.

"Malum," Eli whispered, leaning over to you and raising an eyebrow you could see even in the sparse flickering of the candles around you. They couldn't ask, not wanting to disturb the ritual you three had initiated. Still, their gaze alone silently questioned your inability to perform your part properly, even more shame washing over you.

"M-Malum," you finally finished your sentence, giving them an apologetic glance before lowering your head to avoid any more eye contact. You wanted them to notice this bastard of a ghost as soon as possible so they'd believe you, but at the same time, you were too embarrassed to be caught by them like this.

Aside from Eli, another person had joined you in this strange rite meant to banish the evil from your apartment. A guy named Brian, who seemed to really believe in this stuff despite being unable to see the ghost haunting you either. You had held your breath when you entered the apartment together with him, wondering what his reaction would be to seeing the spirit clinging onto you almost instantly, rubbing his cock against your ass and whispering lewd nothings into your ear.

But Brian made a grand show of convincing Eli that the apartment had bad 'juju', and needed cleansing immediately, which, strangely, your roommate believed him without any doubts. It only gave the ghost another chance to taunt you as he revealed that Brian was no more sensitive to the supernatural than Eli was, there being no escape from your unwanted roommate.

Now, you three knelt around a drawn-up pentagram on the floor of your room, the epicenter of paranormal activities how Brian explained, and between the fog of incense, the dim candle lights, and your nightmarish lover slipping in and out of your wet cunt, you could barely think even one cohesive thought.

It wasn't that you actually enjoyed being exposed to other people, the tension doing nothing for your pleasure other than making you squeeze the ghost cock tighter whenever it was your turn to speak. It wasn't a comfortable environment in any way. But something had changed. The ghost had changed.

You hadn't noticed it this morning at the breakfast table, nor when he bent you over the counter, feeling too worn out and fucked loose to actually feel the difference. But he had grown. After a few hours of staying away, you finally noticed the change in girth of his ever-so-eager cock. It was thick and bulging, especially when he pressed it to your sensitive cunt. It had made you gasp and tremble the first time it entered you, painfully spreading your walls, and even now, you could barely produce enough slickness to have it rammed into you comfortably.

Despite this, juices were flowing out of you, pooling on the floor beneath your gaping pussy as the ghost kept spreading and demanding deeper and deeper access. You blamed the incense for getting to your head, making you feel all aroused as you clenched around the suddenly bumpy and pleasurable grip his cock had. "Just like this, Babe. Fuck, you're so unbearably tight," the ghost groaned, burying his face in your shoulder as you unwillingly shuddered, your walls holding on to his length as it twitched inside you, the bumps and ridges covering his cock, stimulating your soft flesh.

You were going to cum. There was no denying it. In front of Eli and Brian, no less.

"Now, let's hold hands, so we ask the ghost to pass over to the other side and leave this apartment peacefully."

A hand on each side of you was held out, and forcing yourself to take them, you couldn't help squeezing them tightly, earning a rather displeased look from both before Brian cleared his throat, continuing.

"I'll pass over, all right," the ghost mumbled, his pace picking up, cock twitching while he picked up the speed. You prayed to any god that could hear you that the others wouldn't notice your shaking and rapidly building orgasm. Your breath was hitching, pussy tingling delightfully as you closed in on violent spasms.

"You feel so fucking heavenly~ I might die all over again. And I'll pass all my jizz right here."

And with that, you felt his tip kiss your cervix, your pussy spread to the max as the ghost stopped his movement, arms wrapped around you as he pressed you against his body, squeezing the air out of your lungs as if he wanted to take you with him to the afterlife. Your body had no choice but to accept his cock, wrapping around him and having him brutally stimulate all the sensitive spots inside you while you could barely hold on to reality.

Brian said some incomprehensible words, the rumbling of thunder suddenly scaring all three of you to the bone, making you jump. That little movement was enough to send you over the edge, the ghost pulling you back as you slid off his cock a little, his tip ramming into your cervix. It released all the pent-up pain and pleasure inside you first before soothing the burning heat of desire inside you with cold, dead spunk shooting up into your womb.

You were shaking harder than ever as lightning lit up the room, followed by another bellowing thunder. Brian gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at something behind your shoulder, the ghost letting out a husky laugh as he let his long tongue slip from his lips, dragging it over your ear before wrapping it around your throat once completely. "Mine," he growled, the tip of his tongue caressing your cheek, searching for your lips to dig in, and Brian let go of your hand, unable to get away fast enough as he let out a scream, stumbling to his feet and out of the door, leaving everything, even the things he lent you guys for the ritual, behind.

"What's up with him?" Eli asked, totally confused as they looked after Brian, surprised by the sudden freak-out. "What the fuck is going on? Why is he-- hey? Hey, what's wrong?"

Shocked, they noticed your unnatural hunched-over body, hanging only in the arms of the ghost that they couldn't see. Eli touched your shoulder, only to get shocked by electricity you could only guess came from the ghost. "It's over," you mumbled, feeling spit drool out of your mouth, your throat too restricted by the ghost's tongue to swallow. "Finally over."

"Never, Darling. We're only beginning," the ghost chuckled. "Tell them to leave."

"You can go, Eli," you slurred, letting your body fall back against the ghost's chest. Your eyes were hazy with the brutal orgasm you still felt shaking in every bone of yours. Gaze unfocused as you tried to direct it at Eli. The cock was still buried inside you, emptied yet hard and solid as if it manifested. Juices began to drip out, and had Eli looked at where the Ghost bundled up the black robe Brian made you wear in his grip, they would have seen the pool of indecency collecting on the floor between your wide-spread legs.

"Are you sure? You seem... weird. Are you really okay? Should I call an ambulance? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No!" the ghost screamed, followed by the loud crashing of thunder as he grew bolder with every orgasm he could steal from you. He no longer lived to tease and bother you. He was finally evolving into an even worse spirit than before. Possessive. Starving. Greedy. Only you could hear him, and you shook your head in pain, exhausted.

"It's fine! Just... Just go. Please..."

"Err... okay?" Eli definitely wasn't considering hurrying up as they collected the few things Brian allowed them to take with her into the ritual, like their phone. But eventually, they stepped out of the door, closing it while watching you warily. "Let me know if you need something, okay?"

And with that, the lock finally snapped into the frame, and you breathed a sigh of relief as the ghost lowered you gently onto the floor, laying you down on top of the pentagram. "You're not going anywhere. And you can't get rid of me, do you understand now?"

"Please..." you mumbled, covering your face with your arms. You felt weak, used, and disgusted. So many bad things had happened in the last few days, and you were exhausted. Nothing you did made it better, and you were running out of ideas. It made you feel exposed and vulnerable, you even felt...

"I'm scared..."

Tears welled up in your eyes. A reaction you never wanted to show him, knowing the ghost would take every chance to belittle you. However, to your surprise, he leaned over you, licking and kissing the tears away gently, softly, a purr escaping his throat.

"It's okay, Sweetling. No one's going to take you from me. I'll satisfy all your desires and perform all these sinful things you'll come to wish from me as you fall from your graces. You are bound to me, and I am to you, and we'll grow stronger together until we can leave this place. We'll cause havoc and chaos wherever we go until we're strong enough to even wreck hell. I need you. You need me."

Pressing his body between your legs, you could feel his hard cock rub all over your cunt, now even teasing your clit. You mewled, head falling back as he pressed it painfully close, your pussy suddenly aching to be filled by his thickness while his lips trailed down your body, licking the sensitive spot between shoulder and neck before replacing it with his teeth.

His tip prodded against your entrance, and your cunt gave him little resistance as he pushed it in slowly, fangs sinking into your flesh at the same time. The ghost pinned you down by your hands, and with his weight, your whole body trembled so hard as if you were going to explode while you gurgled from the pain and pleasure. You were so out of it, you didn't even notice the pentagram beginning to glow beneath you as your blood spilled from the bite, some lucky drops dripping to the floor while the ghost licked up everything else.

"My queen, my life," he mumbled against your body, and you could feel his lips curl into a mischievous grin. "My pretty little fucktoy."

A burning sensations spread all over your back, making you gasp. Even more tears leaked from your eyes, but at the same time, you arched your back, the ghost's cock slipping inside you completely, turning the pain into pleasure.

"We're bound now," the ghost groaned loudly, lifting himself from you, and you felt his cock twitch inside as if he was ready to spill again.

Looking up at the ghost through teary eyes, you couldn't believe what you saw, his translucent skin slowly turning black and solid. You were horrified to see the burning mark of a pentagram go up in flames on his chest as his body solidified, great satisfaction brimming from demonic eyes.

"Finally, we're bound to each other. And with this new body of mine, nothing can stop us."

His touch had always been real, but the leathery feel of his hands wrapping around your throat was different. Frightening. You gasped and gurgled as he pulled you on his lap, now the one to kneel on the ground as he impaled you on his cock, one hand falling to your ass so he could move you up and down his shaft. "You're going to make such a beautiful pet for your future king of hell. I have to thank you for giving me enough strength to recover my true form. And I know just what to do to reward you."

Hugging you to his chest, you were pressed into the burning pentagram. The flames licked at you, lapping at you like an excited dog but didn't burn your skin where they touched. They were warm and comforting, engulfing you in an unlikely sweet embrace. All while more warmth spread through you like wildfire. Your back felt like it was burning up the same as his chest was, bigger and hotter with every toe-curling, scream-enticing plunge on his thick, slick cock.

"Birth my army as well, Human. Let's rain down disaster on this planet, and I promise you will never lack anything in life ever again."

You didn't care anymore.

Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth as your brain got shredded by otherworldly pleasure. Flames had spread everywhere, playing with your clit and nipples like eager appendages, teasing and lighting you on fire, even licking at your butt, waiting for a chance to enter you alongside their master. You could hear the wailing voices straight from hell as your ghost—demon?—grunted like a boar in heat while plowing into you mindlessly, satisfying his lust and need for your life force. You felt your life drain from you just as a new life built in you, strengthening you. Against your will, he was transforming you into something you didn't want to be. Something like him. A being that could weather all his desires and wishes. That would be just as depraved and selfish as he was, with a mind too broken to refuse him.

His queen. His life source.

His pretty little fuck toy.

His.

#ghost #yandere!ghost #yandere ghost #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW #lemon

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youraveragebtsstan · 10 days

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Am I the only one wants Tommy to show up to this wedding looking✨ absolutely scrumdeliumptious✨?

Like seriously, imagine Tommy walking in looking like a WHOLE ASS MEAL (I'm talking finger licking good 🤤🤤) and Buck doesn't really notice because of all the chaos and then BAM...

✨ Mega Thirst Activated ✨

✨ Insta Puddle Acquired 💦🌊🚣 ✨

......

No? Just Me.... Mk, then. Carry On. 🤡

#911 fox #911 #911 on abc #911 on fox #911 season 7 #911 s7e6 #tevan #evan buckley #kinley #firefly #fireflight #bucktommy #tommy kinnard #911 tommy #911 buck #911 spoilers

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wttcsms · 1 year

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Not to thirst post on you but what do you think the BLLK boys think about lingerie? I just feel like Isagi would never /ask/ for it, would never want to imply that you need to do /anything/ to be more sexy, but if he’s peeling his jersey off you after the game and catches a peek of lace and bows he’s immediately locked into a trance—good luck getting him to look you in eyes—he doesn’t even /do/ anything but look and squeeze—watching the red marks his hands make fade before putting them back. You’d be whining, begging for more but he’s having too much fun looking, he might just jerk off and cum on the lace to make the picture prettier

I just… whew… 😃💦

actually, please continue to thirst post 🤭

you made so many good points abt isagi. you’re right; he’s not the type of boyfriend who will specifically request it from you but it’s definitely an appreciated gesture <3 find something lacy that just barely covers anything and you’ll have him ready to worship your body all night. honestly, he seems like a big fan of trying to suck your juices from your cunt through your panties; just so excited and eager to see how soaked you get for him to the point where even the thin material of your panties can’t contain your arousal for him. just like in the isagi fic i posted, i am a firm believer that isagi takes a perverse, feral joy in cumming in you and pulling your panties back up, forcing you to feel the slickness of his cum pooling into a lil puddle in the fabric 🥹 cumming on the lacy garments? yeah, he’s definitely into that; the lingerie is cute and you make it look even better, but his seed splattered all over the lace and even some drops ending up on your exposed skin? stunning.

#smut #isagi yoichi smut #isagi smut #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #yoichi isagi smut #bllk smut #wttcsms thirst post night #UR BRAIN ANON!!!!!

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vivantesopales · 2 years

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so i made a tomarry rec list to convert my mutuals🍷

or: 10 fics i adore and the potion ingredients they taste of

What He Grows To Be | M, 260k | @k-s-morgan

A story of trust, remorse and the darker aspects of love. It is premised on one of the most beloved tomarry tropes – 'Harry time travels back to raise Tom' – and so Tom is given the chance to unlearn his frankly disastrous sense of entitlement and ultimately, to be reshaped by empathy and forgiveness. WHGTB is the perfect fic to get into tomarry if you're not quite sure what to expect from this ship, still wondering what their dynamic might look like, etc.

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) | M, 34k | @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

An accident takes Harry back to the winter of 1945, where he immediately captures the interest of a fresh-out-of-Hogwarts, not-yet-beyond-saving Tom. Their dynamic is deliciously intense from the start, with Harry being his usual sassy, dorky self that leaves Tom equally infuriated and intrigued. And Tom's arc, likewise, is beautifully crafted. Conversations about redemption, about remorse, are layered, thoughtful. Expect hurt/comfort, domestic softness, a devastating cliffhanger and an ending that will gently put you back together like a forehead kiss.

As Is The Father, So Is The Son | E, 4.5k | @this-is-your-heichou-speaking

An a/b/o royalty AU in which Tom (the Prince) is practically obsessed with Harry, who happens to be an omega boy from his father’s harem. This is undoubtedly one of the hottest smuts I’ve ever read, featuring lush prose, unapologetic, dub-con/non-con elements and an interesting take on “dark slutty Harry”. tl;dr: mind the tags; stay hydrated 💦🍆

breaking in through open doors | T, 1.4k | Brooding_Aunt

A unique, haunting read that is perfect for spooky seasons. Horror masterpiece. Goosebumps guaranteed. I won’t spoiler much but I urge you to give emo girl Harry a go (it makes a terrifying lot of sense in the context of the storytelling, I swear), and let her narrative haunt you.

Thirst | E, 27k | @obsidianpen

(Sexy) mind games with Horcrux!Tom …. Will he be motivated enough to let Harry out of the Lestrange Vault before Voldemort arrives? Another dark, chilling fic in which both Harry and Tom have their own weaknesses that the other seeks to explore, and hopefully to take advantage of, as they grapple for survival.

Memento Mori | E, 49k | @purplewitch156

Every time Harry dies, instead of boarding the train that will take him to the Afterlife, to his family, he chooses to return to the living world with Tom, who is unable go on. Four Lives, two idiots, one love story. There’s humour, there’s action, heartwarming moments and heartbreaking ones … basically, be prepared for all the feels that will take forever to recover from.

Wake From a Dream | T, 2.6k | @duplicitywrites

Cats and domestic tomarry (I am so ridiculously weak for this). Duplicity’s writing is gorgeous in that, within a smallish word count, we are given a glimpse of something profound, something vulnerable, subtly tucked into the lovely little interactions and the intimacy Harry and Tom share.

Hmm | G, 6.4k | Wolven_Spirits

‘Harry is a hummingbird animagus. Tom opens a flower shop just to attract his attention.’ That’s the fic summary – need I say more🥺?? There’s something so gentle and evocative (but also undeniably Slytherin) about Tom’s decision to devote himself to his flowers, to creating a safe space for Harry. Florist!Tom supremacy, is what I’m saying.

Man Down | T, 5k | @classlesstulip

It’s tagged as Mafia AU, but in all honesty this fic is, I must say, ‘Ghibli in gangster’s suit’ (affectionate). It’s hilarious (I genuinely laughed out loud quite a few times throughout the story), super adorable, and everything that makes a lovely pick-me-up fic.

What Happens In Vegas | E, 14k | @dividawrites

Sexy, decadent and intrinsically tomarry, this fic became an instant fave a few paragraphs in. Tom is super chaotic and his characterisation is perhaps one of the best I’ve ever read. Featuring a delicious age difference, thirsty brat Harry, DADA Professor Riddle (yes please) and size kink hello🥵 – all that executed through Divida’s sharp, witty writer’s voice! Really, Vegas is the ultimate dream.

#tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #tomarry fanfiction #tom/harry #tomarry recs #hp fic rec #tomarry fic #tomarry au #opal's library

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love-toxin · 1 year

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puts my hand on your shoulder. i am a simple woman i just want to be spitroasted by dante and vergil thank u

BRO ME TOO??!!!! TF 💦💦 im thirsting down here dont mind me eheh

tbh i want em to good cop bad cop me >:) Vergil being rough and spitting on your clit to rub it in and get you wet cause he knows he's big and it's gonna hurt if he doesn't stretch you, but he doesn't wanna be too soft either so he's just all about the manhandling. n then he finally slips it in and eases you down but it's still rough, you still can't quite fit him all the way, and Dante just kinda shows up suddenly cause he was wondering where his pretty little assistant ran off to and he heard some questionable sounds coming from over here. oh, you're fucking big, bad Vergil, huh? need help?

and that shit-eating smirk as Vergil huffs because he got to you first and he doesn't wanna share his prize and Dante brushes it off, gets in front of you and rubs your chin like he's petting a kitty all while you're struggling and squirming on Vergil's cock. once you're a little calmer he tugs his own out and taps the tip against your lips, smears em with a little precum to wet them before he eases your mouth open to take him in and strokes your hair as he fills you all the way up. now you're stuffed at both ends, the twins are biting back at each other and arguing although it's mostly Vergil being possessive and Dante being playful cause he's so confident that once you try them both you'll pick him over his twin. but once he starts thrusting back to reach that coveted softness of your throat, Vergil continues doing the same to hit as far as he can reach into your womb--and now, with two unstoppable forces on each side, you have to cling to Dante's pants and feel your ankles tremble as they ghost past Vergil's thighs, as they both pop right in and completely impale you, reaching depths you didn't think were possible that completely claim every inch of you that you thought would go untouched. it hurts a healthy amount and it's definitely gonna leave you sore but your face gets held and your legs get rubbed as they comfort you in a loud and quiet way respectively, both of them silently trying to appeal to you before they fuck you completely raw--you may not have to choose right away, but you're gonna have to make your decision at some point, before one or the other either knocks you up or beats the other into oblivion for your affection.

#dante sparda #vergil sparda #dante x reader #vergil x reader #dmc5 #devil may cry #spicy writing #ellie thirsts #anons

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pastelclovds · 6 months

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i wanna rail william on top of his office desk right now ngl

#꒰ 💦 ꒱ ⎯ ame thirsting #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf william afton #william afton #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #purple guy #sub character #sub!character #dom!reader #dom reader #william afton x reader #top male reader

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animentality · 6 months

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beemovieerotica, i am honored to receive your gift of the seasons.

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#thanksgiving

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 8 months

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500 Follower Special!!! (the worst one yet)

So uhhhhhh

...I did not actually think that I would hit 500 followers within a month of hitting 400 so I forgot to prepare the milestone special

But I figured I have to give you something, right? Something I could make easily and quickly, but not something lazy like a terribly made mashup song or a few halfhearted memes, it had to be something you could come back to time and time again, and something of realistic value.

So I made copypastas for some iconic 90s songs.

Expand the post to see them all. Sorry in advance. And yes, you may make requests for more.

[Creep]

When 🕗 you 👉 were ➕ here 📍 before 😺 Couldn't 🙅‍♂️ look 👀 you 👈🏼 in 🍑💦 the eye 😙 You're 🏼 just 😤😤 like 🩸 an angel 😇 Your 👉 skin ♂️ makes 🖕 me 🥵🥵😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 cry 👤😢😭 You 😳 float 🚣‍♀️👩‍✈️💆🏻‍♀️ like 👍 a feather In 🛌 a beautiful 🔴🔷🔸 world 🤷🌍 I 😀 wish 🌠 I 😣🤐 was special 👁️👄👁️ You're 🏻 so fuckin' 👉👌 special 👁️👄👁️ But 🔚🎮🍑 I'm 💦👌🏻💪 a creep 👀🤫 I'm 💥 a weirdo 🤪 What ❓ the hell 👦 am 🙌 I 👀😂 doin' 🤓 here? 🈁📍 I 👀 don't 💰 belong 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🚽 here 📍 I 🧠👅 don't ❌ care 😜😩 if it hurts 🤕 I 😍 wanna 😱 have 🈶 control 🤔🎮 I 🏻 want 🤬 a perfect 💯 body 👀 I 🙋‍♂️ want 👄 a perfect 😜😚🥰 soul 👻 I 😀 want 🤲🤲 you 😀🤟 to notice 👎 When 🍑 I'm 💆‍♀️ not 🚯 around ➕🏜️➡️👤 So fuckin' 👌🏻💯 special 👉😎👈 I 👌 wish 🙏🙏🙏 I 😊 was special 👁️👄👁️ But 🍑 I'm 😇 a creep 👀🤫 I'm 📍 a weirdo 🤪 What 🤔😡 the hell 🐕😭📛 am 👄 I 👏👏😠 doin' 🤓 here? 🈁 I 💭🏿 don't 🚫 belong 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🚽 here 🙈🌟🌟✨✨ She's 👩🏾 running 🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️😍 out 😾 the door 🚪 (run) 🏃‍♂️ She's 🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑 running 🏃‍♀ out 😜🚪 She 👩🏾👩🏿 run, 🏃 run, 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️ run, 🏃🏃 run 🏃 Run 🏃🏃 Whatever 😴 makes 🖕 you 😀 happy 😁 Whatever 💯 you 👈 want 😋 You're 😭 so fuckin' 😩 special 👁️👄👁️ I 👀 wish 🌠 I 👀🌈 was special 👁️👄👁️ But 🍑 I'm ☝️ a creep 👀🤫 I'm 👏🏻 a weirdo 🤪 What 👀🤷🏻‍♀️ the hell 🔥🥵 am 🙌 I 👅 doin' 🤓 here? 🥵 I 😊 don't 🚫 belong 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🚽 here 💦💪 I 😞😳 don't 🙅‍♀️ belong 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🚽 here 🔪🔥

[Common People]

She 👩 came 👅🍆💦 from 😤 Greece 🇬🇱 she 👩 had ✊ a thirst 💦 for 💦 knowledge 📚 She 🥰 studied sculpture at Saint 😈 Martin's College That's 🦎 where 👀 I 🙀 Caught 🏃🏾‍♂️💨👮‍♂️👮‍♂️ her 👩 eye 😻 She 👩 told 👉 me ✌️ that 😐 her 👩 dad 😪🏼 was loaded I 😀 said, 😁 in 🍑 that 💀 case 😎💯 I'll 🎅👏 have 🎲 rum and Coca-Cola She 🙉 said 💬 fine 🙊 And then 🙈👱 in ☮️ thirty 🕧 seconds 😫 time 😁✨💞 she 👩 said 💬🙈 I 😊😀😀😀😀😀 wanna 🤕 live 🐙 like 😄 common 😍😍 people 👩👫 I 😀 wanna 👯‍♂️ do ⏳ whatever 😐 common 🐩 people 👫 do 🦤 Wanna 🤕 sleep 😴 with common 😍 people 👨 I 😊 wanna 🙇🙇 sleep 😪 with common 🐩 people 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 Like 💖 you 👈 Oh 🦋 what 🍑 else 🏿😩 could 🤔🤔 I 🏻 do 👏🚫👀 I 😊 said 🗣️🗣️ I'll, 📷 I'll 🙅🏿🎡 see 👀 what ❓ I 😊 can 🦎 do ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ I 😩 took ✋ her 👄 to a supermarket I 😀 don't ✋ know 🤓 why 🤔 But 🍑 I 😊😊😊😊😊😊😀😊 had 💔 to start 💢 it somewhere 👉 So it started 🆕 there 😂 I ℹ️ℹ️ said 💬 pretend 🙃 you've 😦 got 🉐 no 😣😣😣 money 👛 She 💁‍♀️ just 😡 laughed 😂 and said 💬 Oh �� you're 🥵 so funny 😃 I 😏 said; 🗣️ yeah ☔ I 😊 can't 💦💦 see 👀 anyone 🙋 else 🖤 smiling ✨💫🧚‍♀️ in 🧚🏻 here 🍒 Are you 🤡 sure? 👍 You 👈 wanna 👯‍♂️ live 🐙 like 💁‍♀️ common 🐩 people 👪 You 🕛👊 wanna 😷 see 👥 whatever 😒 common 😍😍 people 👫 see 👀 Wanna 🌺 sleep 🛏 with common 😍😍 people 👩👫 You 👦👉 wanna 🥀 sleep 😪 with common 🐩 people 💁 Like 👋 me 👦 But 😜 she 👩 didn't 🙅🏻‍♂️ understand 😆😅😊 She 🙋‍♀️ just 👌 smiled and held 👨‍💼 my 😖🙂 hand 🤲 Rent a flat 🌠🌑🌒🪐☄️ above 🆙🆙🆙 a shop Cut 😣 your 👈 hair 💇 and get 🔥 a job 💼 Smoke 💨 some 🐺💯 fags and play 🎲 some 💥💥 pool 🎱 Pretend 🙃 you ‼️‼️ never 🚫 went 💨 to school 😑 But 🍑 still ⏰👠 you'll 🤓 never 🙅 get 🉐 it right 🔰🔰 'Cause 🔫 when 🕛🕐 you're ❌ laid 🍆 in 🅰️ bed 🛌 at night 🌑🌑 Watching 👀 roaches climb 📼 the wall 😎🥳🤑 If you 😊 called 👱🏽📞 your 👈 dad 🌱 he 👨 could 👈 stop ✋ it all, 💯 yeah 🚜

You'll 👸 never 🚫 live 💣👦 like 💖👍 common 🐩 people 👥 You'll 🏃👧 never 🚫 do 👂 whatever 💯 common 😍😍 people 👨👲 do 👌 You'll 👏 never ❌ fail 🤧🤧 like 😄 common 😍 people 😣👥 You'll 👏 never ❌❕❕❕❕ watch 👀 your 🍂 life 💓 slide 🎉🎢 out ↘️ of view ⛲ And you 👈 dance 🐲 and drink 🍶 and screw Because ➡️ there's 😹 nothing 😜🤙✋ else 😔 to do 😆 Sing 🎤🎙️ along 🎶 with the common 🐩 people 👫👬👭 Sing 🎶😙 along 💁🔚 and it might 🤷🏻‍♀️ just 🕛👀 get 🉐 you 👈 through 🧑‍⚖️ Laugh 😄 along 💁🔚 with the common 😍 people 👩‍🌾 Laugh 😂 along 🔚🔚 even 🌃 though 💫🧚🏻💗 they're 👥 really 👅😻 laughing 😅 at you 😀😀😀 And the stupid 🤤 things 👆👀 that 😐🤔 you 🤗🤖 do 🚶‍♂️ Because 🎉 you 👉👦 think 🤔 that 😐 poor 💸 is cool 😎 Like 🎅 a dog 🐩 lying 🤥 in 👏🏡 a corner 🌽 They 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 will 👏💰 bite 👄 you 😀 and never ❌🔚 warn you 👈 Look 👀 out, 👉 they'll 👯‍♂️ tear 😂 your 😩 insides 💠 out 👉 'Cause 😛🤓 everybody 👴👵👨 hates 😡 a tourist Especially one 1️⃣ who 📷 thinks 🪐 it's all ➡️🕥2️⃣ such 😛🍎 a laugh 😐 Yeah 🕢👩‍👩‍👧👏🏻👠 and the chip 🍟 stains and grease Will 🐼 come 🌽 out 😵😵 in ☝🏻 the bath 🛀 You 😀 will 💰🏼 never ✖️ understand ✖️ How 🤔 it feels 😤 to live 👦🏻👰🏾👉🏻 your 🙌 life 🍆💦💦💦🍂🍂🍂 With no ⛔ meaning 😏 or control 🕺 And with nowhere ❓ left 👈 to go 🦗 You 😀🤟 are amazed 😳 that 🤔 they 👥👨 exist And they 🏽 burn 🔥 so bright 😎 Whilst 🎩 you 👈 can 😜 only 🤏 wonder 💭 why 🤔 Rent a flat 🌠🌑🌒🪐☄️ above 🆙 a shop Cut ❓😱 your 👩‍💼 hair 🙆 and get 🉐 a job 👅🍑🤪 Smoke 🚫 some 😋 fags and play 🎽 some 🌽 pool 🏊 Pretend 🙃 you 👈 never ❌ went 👣 to school 🍯🍵☕🍯🍼☕ But 🍑 still 👠📞 you'll 👈 never ❌ get 🔟 it right 📐 'Cause 💋 when 🍑 you're 👌 laid 😂 in 🍑🙍 bed 😴🛌 at night 🌙 Watching 👁️ roaches climb 📼 the wall 😎🥳🤑 If you 👉🤖 called 📲 your 👉 dad 👨 he 💁‍♂️💁‍♂️💁‍♂️ could 😟 stop ✋ it all 👾 Yeah 😩 Never 🚫 live 😜 like 😄 common 😍😍 people 👶 Never 😅 do 😣 what 💘💦👑 common 🐩 people 👫👨 do 🍆👺 Never 🚫 fail 🚫 like 👍 common 😍😍 people 👨 You'll 😭 never 🚫 watch 👀 your 🌽 life 👊🧬 slide 😏 out 🔍 of view ⛲ And then 🙄 dance 🐲 and drink 🍶 and screw Because 🙆🏽 there's 😹 nothing 💃🏼 else 🙅‍♀️ to do 🤨 Wanna 😌 live 🐙 with common 😍😍 people 👥 like 💖 you 👈 Wanna 😌 live 🐙 with common 🐩 people 👩👨 like 💖 you 🦎 Wanna 🙏 live 💣 with common 🐩 people 👩‍🌾 like 😻👫 you 👏 Wanna 🤘🏻 live 👦 with common 😍😍 people 👫 like 😛 you 🦎 Wanna 💀 live 🐙 with common 😍😍 people 🤥🤫 like 📷 you 👆 Wanna 🙇🙇 live 👦🏻👰🏾👉🏻 with common 🐩 people 👨 like 👧👍 you 👈 I 💁 wanna 💀 live 🐙 with common 🐩 people 👪 like 💗 you 👉 Oh, 😯 la, 🧚 la, 💰 la, 🎶 la 🎶 Oh, 😳 la, 💰💰 la, 💰 la, 💰💰 la 💅 Oh, 😰 la, 🎶 la, 💰 la, 💰 la 🎶 Oh, 🍤 la, 💰💰 la, 🎶 la, 🧚 la 😼 Oh 🦋 you 👉

[Even Flow]

Freezin' 🥶🥶 Rests his 💦 head 💆🗣️ on 🔛 a pillow made 👑 of concrete again 🥳 Oh, 🐦🎉 feelin' Maybe 🤔 he'll 🔙🔙 see 🙈👀 a little 🤏 betters, any 💦 days 🗓️ Oh, 😰 hand 🤟 out 💋 Faces 😃😍 that 🏻 he 👨🏻 sees 👀😲 time ⏳ again ❌😬 ain't ❌ that 😈 familiar Oh, 🚙 dark 🌚 grin 😄 He 📷 can't 👽 help, 😢😬 when 🕗 he's 👨 happy, 😁 he 📷 looks 👀 insane 🍑🤪 Even 🌓 flow, thoughts 💭🤔 arrive 🛬 like 💖 butterflies 😟 Oh, 🦋 he 👨 don't 🚫👎 know, 💭 so he 😳 chases them ➡️😇 away 😂 Oh, 🤔🤔🤗 someday yet ❗❗ he'll 🤴 begin 📦 his 🤜🍖 life 🦧🦧🦂🐴 again 🥳 Life 📅 again, 🥳 life 💓 again ❌ Kneelin' Lookin' 👀👀 through 💸 the paper 🤓 though 💥💭 he 💁‍♂️ doesn't 😚 know 🤔 to read 📖 Oh, 😉😯 prayin' Now 😏 to something 👤❔ that 😷😯 has 👍 never 😅 showed him 💦👱 anything 😫 Oh, 🤔🤔🤗 feelin' Understands the weather 🌡 of the winter's on ⬇️ its way 💅 Oh, 🙀🆗 ceilings Few 😋🔢 and far 🌌 between 👄 all 💯 the legal 💰😋 halls of shame 😳 Even 🌃 flow, thoughts 💭🤔 arrive 🎀 like 💖 butterflies 😟 Oh, 😳 he 👥 don't 🚫 know, 😍 so he 👥👉 chases them 🚼 away 😂 Oh, 🙀 someday yet ✨ he'll 🤴 begin 🔘 his 🙈 life 😀 again 😬 Whispering hands ✋👌🤛 gently 👅 lead 👑 him 👴 away 😂 Him 👴 away, 😇 him 👴 away 👋 Yeah, 🌍 ooh, 🎁➡️➡️👤⬆️ ah 🥶 yeah, 🙌 fuck ⬆️🖕👦🖕 it up 🔝 Even 🌃 flow, thoughts 💭🤔 arrive 🛬 like 👍 butterflies 😟 Oh, 😧😅 he 📷 don't 🙅‍♂️🚫 know, 🚫😱 so he 👨 chases them 😱 away 🔜💨 Ah, 😱 someday yet 👇👀 he'll 👦 begin 🐢 his 🦋🌟❄️ life 🤤💓 again 🤞🤞😎‼️✔️ Whispering hands 👐 gently 👅 lead 👉👌💦 him 👨 away 👋 Him 👴 away, 🥰 him 👴 away 😂😂 Yeah, ✅ ooh 🦗

[Closer]

You 💁 let 👫 me 😏 violate 💯 you 👈🏽 You 😀😊 let 👫 me 🤷🏻‍♂️ desecrate ❌ you 👈 You 💕 let 🙆 me 😰💯 penetrate you 💗 You 😻😻🥵🥵 let 💂 me 👀 complicate you 👈 I 👥 broke 💔 apart 💖💕💓 my 👪👨 insides 💠 (Help 💁 me) 🙋‍♀️ I've 💯 got 🙈 no ✋ soul 😱 to sell 💸 (Help 👏🔈👏🔈 me) 🥺 the only 🤣 thing 🕑 that 👉💀🔕🐑 works 👍🏻 for 👻 me 👊🤰👏 Help 🦎 me 👩🏻 get 5️⃣ away 😂 from 👊 myself 👈 I 💰 wanna 😡 fuck 🍑💦 you 🏼👨 like 💖 an animal 🐯 I 😣🤐 wanna 🌺 feel 😁 you 😊 from 👉 the inside 💠 I 😀 wanna 💀 fuck 👉😉 you 🤟 like 🦊 an animal 🐁 My 😀 whole 💦 existence 😂👌 is flawed You 👈 get 5️⃣ me 😤 closer 🤡➡️ to God 💃 You 👉 can 🔫 have 🈶 my 🏿 isolation You 👉 can 😜 have 🅰️ the hate 😡 that ☑️ it brings 🚶 You 👀👈 can 🔫💦 have 🈶 my 😊 absence of faith 🚫⛪ You 👉👨 can 🙋🔝🏃‍♀️ have 🈶 my 😀 everything 💯 you 🏻👈 tear 🤣 down 🤗 my 💅 reason 🤔 (Help 🦎 me) 🕴🏻 it's your 👉 sex 🍆 I 😊 can 🔫💦 smell 👃 (Help 🦎 me) 😤 you 😊🤟 make 🧃 me 🦶 perfect 😜😚🥰 Help 🦎 me 👩🏻 become 😌 somebody 👤 else 😁 I 🤚🏽 wanna 🎀 fuck 🖕 you 😱🤯😳 like 🌟 an animal 🐔 I 😊 wanna 💀 feel 😁 you 👊 from 🧚‍♀️ the inside 🧑 I 😊😊😊 wanna 😱 fuck 😏 you 😀 like 💓 an animal 🐖 My 🍗 whole 💦 existence 👌 is flawed You 😊😀 get 🉐 me 👩🏻 closer 🤡➡️ to God 🙏🤔 Through 👉⏬ every 😹 forest 🌲 Above 🆙🆙🆙 the trees 🌲 Within 😱 my 😵 stomach 😂🤣 Scraped off 😍 my 🎎 knees 🧎‍♂️🤏 I 👥 drink 🧉🍻🧉🍸 the honey 🐝 Inside 💠 your 🍌👉 hive You 🤟 are the reason 🧐 I 😊 stay 🚉🧍‍♂️ alive 🥴

[Supersonic]

I 🙀 need 👍 to be 😡🐝 myself 😈👑 I 🙋 can't ❌ be 🐝 no ❌ one ☝️ else 😁 I'm 🤩 feeling 😌 supersonic Give 🎁 me 🏻 gin and tonic You 😊🤟 can 🎥 have 😑 it all, 💯 but 🤔 How 💁❓ much 🔥 do 🏆 you ✨🧚🏻💖 want 😍 it? You 🤟 make ✊ me 🚨🏾 laugh 😆😂 Give 👐 me 🤩 your 👉 autograph Can ❌🔫 I 😩 ride 🚲 with you 👈 In 🍝🥫 your 😎 BMW? You 👈🏼 can 💦🔫 sail ⛵ with me 👩🏻 In 👉 my 😅 yellow 🚸 submarine You 👈 need 😬 to find 🔍👤 out 😜 'Cause 😛🤓 no 👎 one's 🩱 gonna 🎁➡️➡️👤⬆️ tell 🗣️🙊 you 💞👑✨ what 🤷🚟 I'm 👌 on 🔛 about ✨ You 😶 need 👍 to find 👀🔍 a way 😤✋ For 🎅🎁 what 😦 you 👦 wanna 🤕 say 😝 But 🍑🙋 before 😂 tomorrow 📆 'Cause 💋 my 🧚 friend 😀 said 💬 he'd take 🤲🏻 you 😊 home 🏚 He 💁‍♂️ sits in 📥 a corner 🌽 all 🙄🙅‍♀️ alone 👥 He 📷 lives 👤👈💓 under 😀 a waterfall Nobody 🙅 can 😳 see 👀 him 👴 Nobody 🙄 can 🧠 ever 😠 hear 👂 him 😧 call 🥣 Nobody 😯 can 🥫 ever 😤 hear 👂 him 👌😂💕 call 🤙 You 🙌 need 👉 to be 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣1️⃣ yourself 💁👈 You 😊 can't 🚫 be 😳 no 🏾 one 🦴 else 🏿😩 I ☝️ know 🙅‍♂️🤕🤷 a girl 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 called 🔳 Elsa She's 🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑 into 👉 Alka-Seltzer She 👧 sniffs it through 🧑‍⚖️ a cane 🍭 On 🔛 a supersonic train 🚂💨🦵💧🦵 And she 👩 makes 🖕 me 👧 laugh 😂 I 😢👨 got 📷 her 👩 autograph She 🥰 done ‼️ it with the doctor 👨‍⚕ On 🔛 a helicopter 🚁 She's 👩🏾 sniffing in 😛 a tissue Selling The Big 🤤😩 Issue 😭 And she 👩 finds 🔍 out 😜🚪 No 🙅🚫 one's 💚 gonna 💪💪 tell 📟 her 🙄🙄🧐 what 👀🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm 🙉😂 on 🧐😛😔😔😔 about 🧚‍♀️ You 😊 need ✊😇 to find 👀 a way 🤚 For 🍆🔜 what 😦 you 👈 wanna 😱 say 😫 But 🍑 before 😴 tomorrow 📆 'Cause 🔫 my 👸 friend 👩👨 said 💬 he'd take 😀👀 you 👈 home 👪👪👪 He 📷 sits in 🕺 a corner ◼️ all 💯 alone 😢 He 👥 lives 💓 under 😡 a waterfall Nobody 😯 can 💸🔫 see 😌 him 👴 Nobody 🙅 can 💦💦 ever 🤔 hear 👂 him 👨 call 😠 Nobody 🙅🤐 can 🦎 ever 😠 hear 👂 him 🤭 call 📞

[Heart-Shaped Box]

She 🤠💕 eyes 👀 me 🥰 like 💖 a Pisces 🐟 when ⏰ I 👄💦💦💦🦾 am 👩‍👧👨‍👧‍👧 weak 👶 I've 😊 been 🏼 locked 🔐🔏 inside 👸👆 your ⚠️ heart-shaped box 📦 for 🤡 weeks I've 🙋 been 👦 drawn into 🚪 your 💦 magnet tar pit trap 🙊 I 😊 wish 😜🙏 I 🚫 could 🔮 eat 🍔👅 your 📉 cancer ♋ when 😀 you 😊🤟 turn 🔄 black ⚫ Hey 😡 Wait ✋✋ I 💋🐛 got 👍 a new 🚡 complaint Forever 😻 in ⬇️ debt to your 🌊 priceless advice 👏 Hey 🎆🎊 Wait ⌚ I 👇 got 🉐 a new 👌 complaint Forever 🕗💗 in 🎻📯🎺 debt to your 👉 priceless advice 👏 Hey 👋 Wait 😳😽 I 🤫 got 📷 a new 😮👶 complaint Forever 😪😭 in 💆 debt to your 🏻 priceless advice 👏 Your ✨ advice 👏 Meat-eating orchids forgive no 🙅 one 1️⃣ just 😂 yet 😇 Cut ❓😱 myself 😉 on 🔛🏿 angel 😇 hair 💇 and baby's breath 🐙👄 Broken 💔 hymen of Your 👈 Highness, I'm 🤧 left 👈🌰 black ⚫ Throw 🥴 down ⤵️ your 👉😩 umbilical noose so I 😈 can 😜 climb 🧗‍♂️ right 📷 back 👉 Hey 👋🏻 Wait 🚏 I 😌 got 😂 a new 🆕 complaint Forever 🕗💗 in 💘😜 debt to your 🍌👉 priceless advice 👏 Hey 👋 Wait 🚏 I 😊 got 💕 a new 🥝🥝 complaint Forever 🕐🕔🕤 in 🚮 debt to your 🖕🏼 priceless advice 👏 Hey 👋❗🏾 Wait 🙇😯 I 😊 got 🔌 a new 😱 complaint Forever 🕐🕔🕤 in 🔚 debt to your 😇 priceless advice 👏 Your 👉 advice 👏 She 🤷🐰 eyes 🤩 me 🤓 like 🌸 a Pisces ♓ when 💕 I 🤢 am ⌚ weak 👶 I've 🤩 been ✳️🚗😘 locked 🔐🔏 inside 💠 your 👉 heart-shaped box 🎁 for ⌛ weeks I've 😔🧚‍♂️✨👧 been 💴🥜 drawn into 👉 your 👉 magnet tar pit trap 🙊 I 😀 wish 🚘 I 👥❌ could 🤔 eat 🍔 your 👉 cancer 🦀 when 📷 you 😚 turn 🦷 black 🖤 Hey 😠 Wait 🙇😯 I 🙀 got 🏻😩 a new ❤️ complaint Forever 😪😭 in 🙈 debt to your 👉🏽 priceless advice 👏 Hey 🙋 Wait ✋✋ I 🙋 got 🉐 a new 💇‍♀️ complaint Forever 🕗💗 in 👉 debt to your 😡👉 priceless advice 👏 Hey 👋❗🏾 Wait ⌚ I 😛 got 💦 a new 😮👶 complaint Forever 🕐🕔🕤 in 😜👌 debt to your 🥺 priceless advice 👏 Your 👉 advice 👏 Your 🕺 advice 👏 Your 👉 advice 👏

[Parklife]

Confidence 🧚🏻💞✨ is a preference for 🤦 the habitual voyeur Of what 👏 is known 💫 as (Parklife) And morning 🌅 soup 🎾🍜 can 🥫 be 😖 avoided If you 😊 take 👀 a route 🙃🙂 straight 📏 through 🪀 what 😦 is known 💫 as (Parklife) John's got 😩 brewer's droop He 📷 gets 🉐 intimidated by 😓 the dirty pigeons They 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 love 😍 a bit 😁 of him 👴 (Parklife) Who's 😈 that ❗🎢 gut 🤤 lord 👑 marching 🌲 You 👉 should 💘👶 cut 😣 down ⏬ on 😼 your 👌 pork 🐖 life 💓 mate Get 🉐 some 👨💭 exercise 🙆‍♂ All 😉 the people 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 So many ❔ people 😣👥 And they 💁 all 🥺 go 🦗 hand-in-hand Hand-in-hand through 👉⏬ their 👥 parklife Know 💭 what 🧡💛 I 😊 mean? 👀👅 I 🤢 get 🔟 up 👍 when 🔜 I ✨ want 🥞 Except 😮 on 😳 Wednesdays When 💁🏻 I 🐑🙏 get 5️⃣ rudely awakened by 😃 the dustmen (Parklife) I 😀 put 😏 my 😖 trousers 👖 on, 🔛🔛 have 🔵😤 a cup ☕ of tea ☕ And I 👀 think 🤔💭 about 🤔 leaving the house 🛖🏚️ (Parklife) I 🐑😎 feed 🍴 the pigeons, I 🎧 sometimes 🕐 feed 🍆 the sparrows too 🧍‍♀️ It gives 😚 me 🔒 a sense 💰 of enormous well-being (Parklife) And then 🥵 I'm 😈 happy 😊 for 🍆🔜 the rest 😪 of the day 🌸💞 Safe 🌺 in 👮 the knowledge 📖 there 😱😳 will 🍭🔵🎷 always 🧢 be ➡️ A bit ▪️ of my 👈 heart 🖤 devoted to it All 🟣 the people 👨 So many 👬 people 👩👫 And they 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 all 😢🙍 go 🦗 hand-in-hand Hand-in-hand through 🧑‍⚖️ their ⭕ parklife Parklife (Parklife) Parklife (Parklife) It's got 👏 nothing 🚫 to do 👌 with Vorsprung durch Technik, you 👊 know? 💭👅💭 (Parklife) (Parklife) and it's not ✖️ about 💦 you 👈 joggers Who 💁 go ❤️ round ⭕ and round 🔁 and round 🔁 (Parklife) (Parklife)

I hate myself

(oh yeah, edit: I obviously did not write all this myself, a bot did it instead because I'm not very efficient)

#most attractive 90s musician #follower milestone #???#emojipasta #copypasta

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 1 month

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You quench my thirst of Lucifer🥵💦

I am more than happy to provide this service to those in need for Lucifer's cock 🫡

#ask #lucifer morningstar

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effervescentdragon · 6 months

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What would you liek more Carlos Sainz Jr or Fernando Alonso at Redbull 🏎

i have never been nor would or will i ever be more attracted to a man in my entire fucking life if carlos goes to red bull i am going to go fucking INSANE yall wont be able to TAKE the amount of THIRST and HORNINESS that i will inflict upon the world i cant fucking TAKE IT LOOK AT THIS HE HAS NEVER BEEN HOTTER EVER OH MY FUCKING GOD 😳😳😳😳💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

@sebsrainbowbicycle made these for me and i am UNWELL UNWELL INSANELY UNWELL

#akira answers asks #carlos sainz #si tu me lo pides yo me porto bonito #I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS I CANT I CANT I CANT

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mrs-monaghan · 11 months

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2MEEBMv/

Have you ever seen this? Why do you think they said Jk is the best with the ladies?

You people think you're so sleek, don't you? Luckily for you, thanks to recent letter developments I'm in a good mood and so I'm going to be nice. First of all, thanks for the thirst trap, I appreciate.

💦

Now, let's look at the OG clip shall we? Things to note.

a) We should ignore RM. Mr. Leader does this thing where he looks at the other members and latches onto their answers and changes his answer when someone else changes theirs so yeah, as u can see even from the clip above, he is unreliable.

b) JK volunteers V. Now that we can confirm V has a girlfriend, I can see why JK would say V.

c) V says Jungkook because JK says his name. Tbf though, he was already looking at JK. Now here is what I think. JK is V's favourite member. Kind of like how Jimin is Suga's. It's well established V will mention JK even where its not applicable so due to this I am also choosing to ignore him.

d) Once RM has latched onto JK and everyone is saying JK, the person in question seems surprised by this. Pretty sure he says "no" at first. I keep replaying and I hear JK saying "no" if u hear something else lmk. So they're saying its him, but he's disagreeing. 🤷🏽‍♀️

e) Point number 5 and most important and what I'm focusing on is Jimin. Let's all go back and watch Jimin. Does he look uncomfortable to anyone else or just me?

Yeah...anon I don't think Jimin was happy with that answer. And I am going to use him, in basing my judgement as to whether or not JK is the bEsT wItH tHe lAdiEs.

Idk why Vmon threw JK under this particular bus, but our favourite shy introvert is definitely not the member that's bEsT wItH tHe lAdiEs.

#ask shaz #bts ask #bts #jikook #jimin #jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jikook analysis

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giggly-argent · 3 days

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What kinda mf is up at 3 am thirsting over Freaky💦 Guys 🙄 pics/gifs under cut bc they gave babygirl a Bigass Hole in his chest/back but hes still cute tho ♡

like does that back part not hurt...

Anyway . Oddly specific goose kinks volume 92: fucked up dead eyed god complex religious fanatics 😌 smth about the way they draw his slutty ass waist makes me wanna li ke. Fucking Claw a

#they cant keep pumping out pretty boys like this wtf....#hes even More funny to me bc those big eyes n baby face... he is a shady 37 year old man 😭#it is so hard for me to even Think of any tk hcs for him other than uhhh.#he just needs to be lovingly ruined by r@ven or miss fox lady <3 #i need a rabies shot rq hold on

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thepuckishrogue · 1 year

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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: What You Want, What You Need

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | f!reader | m!reader ||

|| javier m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: The absolutely unreal levels of thirst I have for this man ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((is2g, if I see any minors interacting with my stuff it’s ~on sight~)) ↠ Chronology: In the here and now because it’s a Modern AU ↠ CWs/TWs: There a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (Reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (Reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (Reader receiving). For a complete and more detailed listing see the note below the cut. And if I missed anything, please let me know!! ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 7.5k~

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.” “You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

A Modern AU in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. In return Javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

He’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

‼ PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NO LONGER POSTING NEW WORKS TO THIS ACCOUNT ‼

The only reason I’m putting the GN version on here is because it doesn’t make sense to break them up. If you want to keep up with my work, head over to my writing blog, linked above. ((that’s where the link for my rdr m.list will take you, btw))

Anyways! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I have no excuse aside from being lazy and not wanting to cringe my way through reading my old writing lol.

Also! I’m trying something new, as far as translations go. Instead of having them all at the top of the post, they’re now directly under the paragraph they appear in. Imo this makes for an easier read, but if it’s having the opposite effect let me know; if enough people are having problems with it I’ll go back to the old format.

((also, also—I’m naught but a basic ass English speaker and thusly all translations are still internet-sourced, so if they’re wrong please refrain from coming for me lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns || Reader has ambiguous anatomy || Reader is POC friendly || M!dom/sub dynamics (with Reader being a low-key bratty sub until they sweeten up) || public teasing, but make it ~sexy~ (Javi receiving) || fingering (Reader receiving) || orgasm denial (Reader receiving) || penetrative sex (Reader receiving) || rough treatment/sex (tho not overly so) || one SARCASTIC use of “daddy/papi” || lots of pet names (including that “good baby” type beat, Reader receiving) || Reader purposefully making Javi jealous (in a playful, non-toxic way lol) || Charles is an accomplice in the aforementioned foolishness (there’s an… implied understanding there*) || naturally that means there’s a certain level of exhibitionism but it’s all R-rated stuff || arm binding via a scarf (Reader receiving) || light choking (Reader receiving) || lots of praise (Reader receiving b/c that’s Javi’s jam) || voice kink stuff (goes both ways) || ((write that off to OP being a self-indulgent shit once again lol)) || orgasm control (Reader receiving)

*So basically after fucking around Reader finds out that Javi’s not one to be teased after he winds them up only to leave them wanting. Reader, wanting to get back at him for not finishing the job, utilizes one of their mutual friends (Charles) to stoke a little jealousy, but I swear it’s not as toxic as it sounds lmao. It’s less about actually making him jealous and more about fraying his ironclad sense of control by triggering his possessive streak… Which, okay, still sounds bad I suppose, but there’s being possessive and then there’s being possessive in a hella toxic way; Javi is the latter. What’s more it’s implied that the three of them have an understanding of sorts, so it’s all in good fun.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?” ((my love))

Yes, your body screams as his hand works against your center, the drag of his callouses creating a delicious friction with every pass over the hot, sodden flesh. Your hands grip at his shoulders, hard and nearly tight enough to bruise, as you grind up into his touch.

You know you must look thoroughly debauched right now—head thrown back to expose more of your neck to his care, lips slightly parted under pants and half-formed curses, skin flushed and sweat-slick, and eyelids weighed down by the weight of your lust—and that’s saying nothing of the state of your clothes. Items have been hastily tugged and rearranged to get the most needed parts exposed in the quickest amount of time possible. You clearly look like you’re in the process of being ravished, but Javier…

The man couldn’t be more put together if he tried.

There’s not a hair out of place, and despite the desperate hold you have on his shirt, the damn thing hasn’t even so much as wrinkled. The only sign that he’s even the least bit affected by all of this is the tent in his pants and the desire that darkens his gaze, but you suppose that’s to be expected. If he wasn’t so damnably good at keeping his composure you wouldn’t have bothered with doing the things that have led you to this moment.

An ‘accidental’ brush of your fingers against his crotch, whispered filth as you casually rested your weight against his back, the instant transformation of a simple spoon into something far more erotic once it passed your lips—nothing was off limits, not when you were so hell-bent on breaking him. It’s all consensual, this game the two of you play. Sometimes the teasing is mutual, other times it skews a bit more against one of you, but the end goal is always the same: to bring the other so close to the edge that they willingly hurl themselves over it.

Today’s party had been the perfect excuse to indulge in a bit of play, and your man had been all too willingly to serve himself up as prey. This, of course, was due to the fact that he was more than confident in his victory. The thrill of the challenge was the only thing that gave the get-together any allure; sure, Karen and Sean do hold the crown for best house parties in your friend group, but you’re not always sure that they’re worth the (usually hangover induced) headache.

You’d brought you’re A-game, starting with wearing an ensemble that you know he couldn’t resist. His mind had clearly gone blank when you first emerged from the bedroom, though he quickly rearranged his face into something cavalier before telling you to “–get your cute ass in the car so we can get gone.” Your fingers played along the inseam of his pants for the entire length of the ride, but aside from an initial arching of his brow he was annoyingly nonplussed. You had stepped things up considerably once you were inside, but despite essentially giving a plastic spoon a blowie (just out of view of an unsuspecting Arthur and Lenny) the man hadn’t done so much as smirk in your direction.

After a good twenty minutes got you nothing but an ache between your own thighs you finally gave up and decided to try to enjoy the party. With a cup of something mixed and fruity in hand you headed off to join your friends, but before you could make your way into the living room a familiar hand was curling itself around your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction.

It just fucking figures that being ignored would be the back-breaking straw. You would’ve been mad at it if it wasn’t gonna result in yours getting blown out.

Neither of you said anything as Javier led your deeper into the house, not that there was much to say anyway. It was pretty damn obvious from the set of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes that you had won, and it could never be said that you weren’t a gracious winner …self-satisfied smirk notwithstanding.

His lips were on yours before the door had even fully shut behind you. You had laughed a bit at his eagerness, but the taunting sound soon morphed into a moan when your back slammed into the wall just beside the thing. Eyes smoldering and smile wicked, he groped at your clothed form in a way that had you writhing and grinding against him within seconds. It was only once you were a panting mess that he finally, finally bypassed the layers to touch you properly; hot and wet, proof of your arousal met his questing fingers, electing a groan that was nothing short of orgasmic. Things had moved quickly from there, and the rest…

“I said—‘is this what you wanted?’”

The words are growled against your ear, though the harsh pant of the breaths that follow travel downwards until he’s nipping at the corner of your jaw. A broken mewl pushes past your lips at its sting, and though the sound leaves him shuddering against you, it’s clearly not enough to sate him. His free hand connects with your ass in a resounding slap, one that while not overly hard is still enough weaken your knees considerably.

“Yes,” you groan out, the word catching in your throat as his thumb rubs a fresh pearl of precum over your sensitive flesh. “Fuck! Javi, yesss…”

Hot, bothered, and more than a little desperate you rut against his hand with hard little jerks. Your borderline frantic movements and needy little sounds leave him chuckling darkly as he works you over with practiced ease. His tone is condescending as hell as he pulls more and more out of you with lascivious words murmured in a husky timbre. He’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle, but you don’t care, can’t care—about this or anything else that’s not your impending release.

“Baby, I need, fuck, I need–”

“Shhh, I know.”

And you don’t know how he knows, just that somehow he always, impossibly does, and now is no exception. He descends to his knees with a smoothness that only repetition can bring, nudging your legs wider so that you’re more fully on display for him. He looks up at you then, wanting to make sure that you’re watching—as if you could ever be looking anywhere else. His eyes flicker with a familiar mischief as he runs the flat of his tongue over your heat and you damn near scream at the wet, warm trail it cuts.

“Careful now, cariño, you don’t want them to hear us– Oooo…” The word fades into a rolling chuckle when your hips give an involuntary thrust forward that has him amending his statement. “Or maybe you do? Mmmm… You like that, huh? You like the thought of them hearing what I do to you? Hmm, mi bebé travieso?” He all but purrs the last word as he presses a kiss to your quivering thigh before putting his mouth to work again. He alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive areas; meanwhile his fingers gather up a measure of your moisture before pushing inside of you to start up a lazy pace. This treatment lasts for a few glorious seconds only to come to a stop so abrupt that it leaves all of your muscles seizing up in confusion. ((sweetie || my naughty baby))

You know what he wants—an answer to a question, that if he were less petty, he wouldn’t expect a real reply to—just as you likewise know that he won’t start again until he gets it. And so you take a shaky approximation of a breath before managing to stutter out, “J-just… returning the favor.”

Laughing, he takes your meaning instantly. With as many times as you’ve been forced to listen to Karen and Sean go at it on various occasions, it does only seem fair. Of course, your reply is more copout than actual answer, but thankfully he lets it go. For now. You’ll definitely be talking about this again at some point in the future—probably later on tonight, actually—but for right now he’s content enough to go back to ruining you with his deft fingers and talented mouth.

You’ve always been fascinated by Javier’s hands. They’re slightly larger than what you would expect from a man his size, and yet somehow they don’t seem out of proportion to his body. They hold so much potential, both to create and to destroy—a point that is mirrored in the tattoos and scars that cover the dusk of his skin. You love to see them in motion, whether he’s doing something as mundane as tuning his guitar or something more perilous like playing with one of his many knives; the former is a particular point of fascination as you cannot help but to wonder if the skill transfers over to more carnal activities. The way his stroking thumb works in time with the bob of his fingers into your heat you’re inclined to say that yes, yes it does.

And his mouth…

Holy fuck, his mouth.

It doesn’t matter where it is he’s kissing you, having his lips pressed against your skin is always enough to leave you weak. Warm and pillow soft, they glide over you leaving a feverish trail of desire in their wake. Calloused fingers continue to work you open, adding to your pleasure in a way that sees your voice scaling higher, louder, as any lingering worries about being overheard are vaulted clean out of your head.

In this moment his only goal is to see you coming undone, and under Javier’s touch you’re a rapidly fraying thread. He’s loving every minute of this, you know he is, but—“If you can’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, amor, I know my cock can.”

“Oh my god.”

The throb your core gives is almost painful in its intensity as you imagine having him face fuck you until tears are spilling past the corners of your eyes before bending you over and absolutely ruining you, and you have to wonder just what this man has done to you. You were never this damn kinky before—or maybe you’ve always been a closet freak—either way since getting with Javi you have been turned completely out, and you’re not even mad about it, honestly. What you can do without, however, is his smug little laugh. Like yeah, he totally has a right to it, wrecking you the way he is, but still. Any saltiness you feel is quickly forgotten as the spooled pleasure in your stomach wrings itself tighter. Your bodies work in tandem creating the perfect rhythm, so fucking perfect, and you’re so fucking close, just a little more and then—and then he’s pulling away?

What?

“Nooo! Javier, why–”

“Orgasms are for good little loves,” he tells you simply as he rises back to his full height.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

But looking at him you know he is. Honestly you should’ve been expecting something like this—you had been teasing him for nearly twenty minutes before this all began—but you’d thought that your punishment was going to come in the form of him gagging you with his dick before fucking you until you screamed. But this… Well this is the other side of the coin that you’d forgotten to consider. Yes, he’s hard and yes, he wants this just as badly as you, but Javier’s more than willing to deny his own needs if it means winning this little game of yours. He’s petty like that, and what’s more he has the will to see it through.

Well fine then, you think with a pouty twist of your lips. If he wants to be that way I’ll just finish myself off and–

Fingers close tightly around your wrist before you can properly touch yourself. “What did I just say, bebé?” ((baby))

“And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do to and with my own body?” you ask with an arch of your brow. The bite of your words would be more effective, you’re sure, if they weren’t so damn breathy, but there’s little for that.

“Oh, mi amor,” he starts with a chuckle as he pins your hand to the wall beside your head, “you know exactly who I am.” He kisses you then, long and deep, and you find yourself melting under it despite your annoyance.

Damn this man and his silver everything! The thought drags its way through your sex-addled brain as your free hand twists itself in his shirt, though whether the action will lead to you pushing him away or pulling him closer you’re not sure yet, and before you can decide he’s breaking the kiss.

“Get dressed, cariño, we’ve got a party to get back to,” he breathes against your lips before pecking at them again.

“You can at least let me err, calm down some and clean myself up a bit–”

He shakes his head as he pulls away from you. “No, I don’t think so. I want you just like this, baby—all leaky and throbbing and wanting. I want you aching just as much as I am. It’s only fair, after all.”

Eyeing the bulge that’s seriously testing the tensile strength of his zipper you’re inclined to agree, reluctantly though it may be done. After all you are the one that kicked things off. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you’re left to live with the consequences? Yeah, not so much. Fair’s fair, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. Pouting all the while, you quickly set yourself back to rights—well mostly. Thanks to the hasty tugging of your prior urgency your clothes aren’t hanging like they’re supposed to and won’t be again until they’ve been washed and re-ironed, but there’s nothing to be done about that in the now.

You’re left to silently lament the fact that you’re about to take a mini walk of shame that hasn’t been entirely earned since you didn’t actually get any. Cutting your eyes over at the reason you’re in such a state you find that, aside from his very obvious arousal, the fucker looks as put together as ever.

“You suck, you know that?”

He snorts as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door. “Yeah, I do. I also lick and nip and tease and you love it.”

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.”

“You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

“Promises, promises,” you snark back, though there’s no denying the longing seated in your words.

His only reply is a dark little chuckle that leaves you throbbing with want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. What’s worse is that you’re about to walk through a party full of all of your friends, and while it’s not the first time they’ve seen you flustered and frazzled like this the situation is still less than ideal. Thankfully the thought of having winks and suggestive comments tossed your way is enough to kill off any lingering lust, but this is going to be a long night either way—or is it?

A plan starts to come together in your mind as you hear Charles’s laughter floating in though the backdoor; he rarely ever laughs loud enough for it to be heard so far away, so you can only imagine what’s been said or done to garner such a reaction. Though his mirth usually runs on the quieter side of things, the man does have a mischievous streak that can almost rival Sean’s, and it’s only common sense and general kindness that keeps him from tapping into it more.

Tonight, however, he’s going to step outside of his self-imposed restrictions—you’ll make sure of it.

After all, your plan relies on it.

“What’s got you laughing so hard, Chuck?”

Charles doesn’t even bother with correcting you as he knows that you’re already well aware of how much he despises that nickname. You’re just looking to get a rise out of him, but unlike your boyfriend, he’s not so easily bated. Though to be fair to Javier, it did take you a good twenty or so minutes to finally break him—maybe more as whatever game it is you two are playing more than like started long before your arrival–

And is set to carry on for a while longer, if the state of them is anything to go by.

He’s hardly surprised to find that the pair of you are looking more disheveled than last you were seen. While Javier’s only slightly mussed, it’s more than obvious that you’ve been taken through your paces. There’s a wrinkle in your clothes that hadn’t been there before and your lips are plush in a way that says you’ve been kissed thoroughly and with a level of enthusiasm that would have left you moaning into the ministration as you grinded into your lover’s palm with needy little ruts of your hips…

He quickly averts his eyes as soon as the thought manifests lest you pick up on the way you’re affecting him—have always affected him, if he’s being honest. And it’s not just you. Javier is dangerously alluring in his own right, and he finds himself falling into his orbit more often than not. He’s never allowed himself to explore whatever it is he feels for either of you as you and Javier have always been a thing, though there’s no point in denying that there’s an attraction there, and a mutual one at that. Javier’s always been the more flirtatious out of the two of you, but when you have a mind to you can fluster him like nobody else. None of you have ever seemed truly interested in taking things beyond that level—yet.

Charles cannot help but to feel that one of these days there’s going to be a shift. The signs are all there, after all; the way you all gravitate towards one another, trading lingering touches and longing looks. Things that he would usually consider an invasion are much welcomed advances when they’re coming from the pair of you and he often finds himself reciprocating without any conscious thought. It’s all so confusing and thrilling and catalyzing that he cannot help but to crave more. Arthur has told him on several occasions to bite the bullet and make a move, but given that he’s dealing with an established couple he’s more than willing to follow your lead on this one.

In the now he gives you a response in the form of a nod towards one of the party’s hosts. Sean is just now scrambling his way back onto the deck (quite literally as he’s opted to climb over the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person) after an overly-dramatic retelling of one of his more daring exploits had sent him tumbling off of it. Luckily for him the fall was a short one into relatively soft grass, so really it’s only his pride that’s been bruised. Seeing that his audience has increased by two he starts his story from the beginning and the pair of you listen with rapt attention–

Or, rather Javier does. You, however…

It starts out innocently enough, with you slumping against him and resting most of your weight against his shoulder. Charles contemplates draping an arm around you—it wouldn’t be odd of him as it’s a position that you’ve been in countless times before, but he doesn’t want to presume—but before he can think himself into a circle you’re snaking your arm around his waist. Your hold isn’t particularly tight, only really pressing in enough to keep you connected. After a few seconds you start to feather your fingers up and down his side in a move that he would’ve considered innocent if not for the wicked little smile on your face. There and gone in a flash, he finds himself looking at you more fully to be sure of what he saw; all he receives for his troubles, however, is a playful wink that leaves him batting down a burst of nerves.

It seems as if he’s unwittingly become a participant in whatever it is the pair of you have going on. He’s surprised, but he can’t say he’s opposed.

Steeling himself with a sigh, he finally allows his arm to drape across the breadth of your shoulders. The movement catches Javier’s eye from where he stands on Charles’ other side, as does the continued skittering of your hand. His expression as he takes this all in changes by degrees as he assesses you both separately; when looking at you there’s a knowing tint to his gaze that’s clouded with a banked lust, though when his eyes meet the taller man’s stare that knowingness sharpens into appraisal. Had the desire there dissipated Charles would have backed off immediately, but thankfully that isn’t the case. Javier gives you both a smirk that leaves Charles flushing in a way that gives him one more reason to love the dusk of his skin.

It’s apparent that Javier’s happy to let the two of you play, so Charles is content enough to let you do as you will. Your hands move higher and higher with each pass over the waffle-knit of his top until clever fingers are dancing up the back of his neck to gently tangle themselves in his nape. Nails scrape upwards into the loose wave of his hair in a move that nearly has him moaning out loud. He’s just able to bite down on the sound, but there’s nothing to be done for the way the rest of his body betrays him with a shiver. Having his hair played with has always been a weakness of his, but one that not many know of thanks to the boundaries that he’s set in place. The number of people who can say they’ve had the pleasure of obtaining this knowledge are few, and those who’ve gotten such a visceral reaction out of him because of it are fewer still.

Sounds seem to fade away as you continue to lull him with your ministrations, with not even the combined drunken yelling of Sean and Lenny’s conveyed anecdote being enough to pull him out of the stupor. He allows his mind to wander as you work; the images that flash through his head are ones that he usually reserves for hours far later than this one, when he’s alone with an ache between his legs that cannot be abated by anything but imaginings of the only two people who could reduce him to such a base state. His grip on you tightens unconsciously, forcing you more firmly against his chest and you’re quick you mold yourself against him.

Your pace is languid as you work him over with the repetitious scrape. It feels like he’s under the sweetness of your care for a small eternity, and he’s more than happy to stay lost for another eternity still, so when your fingers curl and tighten against his locks and tug there’s really no way for him to stop himself from crying out. Luckily the story has finally reached its end to a cacophony of laughter that’s just loud enough to drown out a sound that’s caught somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Thankfully everyone’s too drunk and-or preoccupied to notice the way his chest heaves and his eyes darken as he looks at you through heavy lids–

Well, everyone except for Javier. He’d honestly forgotten that the other man’s still here—that anyone’s here, really—but now his presence encompasses all of Charles’ attention.

“Alright, amor, you’ve had your fun,” he tells his partner. His tone speaks of mild amusement, though there is a sliver of something there—something dark and wanting, ravenously so—that leaves their breath hitching. To Charles, “It wasn’t very nice of them, starting something they know they can’t finish– Not tonight, at least. But don’t worry, ‘mano—next time, we got you.”

The words feel like they’re caught somewhere between a promise and a threat, but Charles finds that that only adds to their appeal. The pair of you say your goodbyes then, first to him and then to the group at large. A chorus of wolf-whistles and teases are given in response, with everyone having a pretty good idea of why you’re cutting out early, but if they suspect his role in things they’re kind enough not to mention it.

As Charles watches your retreating forms he runs a shaky hand through the length of his hair only to find that the motion doesn’t bring him the stability that it usually does. How can it, when he can still feel your phantom touch, the exquisite bite of your nails against the sensitive skin of his scalp…

These memories will continue haunt him, he’s sure—unable to be exorcised in full until he’s lying sweat-slicked and sated between two equally worn-out bodies.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?”

Javier’s thrusts can only be described as punishing, more so due to depth and force than speed. Your body jolts forwards with every snap of his hips, but the firm hold he has on the scarf that binds your arms keeps you from going too far—not that you want to be anywhere else but here, completely laid bare and at the mercy of the man at your back. The word ‘mercy’ used very loosely here as he is being absolutely ruthless and you’re loving every second of it.

Face down and ass up, he’s had you bent over the desk from nearly the moment you stepped into your bedroom, only stopping long enough to tie your arms behind your back. In all honesty you’re pretty sure this is the true reason he pushed so hard for its inclusion in the room—there’s definitely more appropriate spaces for it—but whatever. It��s not like you can complain when it gets such frequent use.

So yes, this exactly what you want, what you need…

“I asked you a question, baby, and I expect an answer,” he continues on in a low, demanding tone.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but whatever it is you manage to slur out between moans isn’t an adequate enough reply. Javier’s voice drops to something just above a true whisper as he leans more fully against you—close enough that you swear you can feel the beat of his heart against your back, close enough to feel the pant of his breath ghosting over your skin—with the sinuous roll of his hips slowing further.

“Forgot how to use your words already?” he tsks against the shell of your ear. “That’s okay, cariño. I know you wanna be good for me, so I’m gonna help you out…” Taking your confused sounding whimper for the question it is he chuckles before saying, “How? It’s easy—Imma fuck the answer out of you.” ((sweetie))

Before you can fully process his words he’s unwinding his hand from the cloth, pulling back, and pounding into you quick and hard. The feeling has you gasping out his name followed by a babbled yes-yes-YES that leaves him growling out his approval. He calls you his good baby then and the small bit of praise makes your brain fizz as your body reacts on instinct. Eager hips throw themselves back to meet his thrusts; though your positioning doesn’t really allow for much traction your efforts do earn you a few moans and curses of approval, at least.

“Mierda. Look at you. You like being fucked hard, huh? Like me taking you like this?” The words are little more than a rumble with how low his voice has dropped, and the change in timbre leaves you clenching up around him more. “Fuuck babe—that’s it, that’s– Fuck. Yeah, you love this shit. That why you were being such a little tease, yeah? Did you want me to fuck you ‘til you remember who you belong to?” ((shit))

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer this time, choosing instead to take your jaw in hand. His grip is just this side of bruising and well at odds with the gentle way his thumb strokes over your bottom lip. Your tongue snakes out mindlessly to flick at its calloused pad and you hum at the slightly salty taste of his skin. Javier hisses out a curse as you continue to lave over the digit, and you can practically feel his narrow-eyed stare from where it’s sure to be drilling into the back of your skull. Unwilling to relinquish even the least bit of control just yet, his palm slides downwards until it’s resting firmly against your neck. Long fingers easily encase the column, and while he doesn’t squeeze nearly as hard as he had been before there is a definite and steady pressure there. You know he’d sooner hurt himself before he would ever risk truly hurting you, but there’s still something undeniably alluring about feeling like you’re on the edge of something so dark and dangerous.

Your moan is slightly strangled as you lean more heavily into his hand, with your hole clenching especially hard as the oxygen vacates your lungs. In turn Javi grunts at the sensation even as his fingers squeeze just that little bit tighter, and in that moment you’re sure that a death of a different kind is close at hand. Spanish is falling from his lips much faster than your addled mind can ever hope to translate, but when he does finally switch back over to English he’s hardly saying anything you want to hear.

“What?” He gives a particularly hard thrust as you croak out the word, leaving you to damn near choke on it.

“You heard me, amor—don’t. You. Cum. After the shit you pulled tonight did you honestly think I was gonna let you cum so easily?”

Your replying whine is pitiful indeed, not that you actually expect to receive any sort of reprieve at this point. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder and giving him your best pout. For his part your man mimics your expression, giving your neck a few soothing strokes before allowing his lips to pull off into a devious little smirk.

“Aww, look at you. There’s no need for all that, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want—not that you’ve actually earned it, not yet. You’ve been especially bratty lately; playing all these games, teasing me… I can’t just let that shit slide, so here’s how this is going to work: I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you good ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep, and you’re gonna take it for as long as I say. When I decide that you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you cum, and if you go over the edge before then there will be consequences.”

And you know he’s as good as his word.

Despite him saying all of this between pants, sharp curses, and a few breathy moans there’s no way in hell you actually stand a chance of outlasting him. Even if his stamina wasn’t god-tier and his will just as solid, pure pettiness would see him holding out if it meant keeping you on the edge. And as for those ‘consequences’, you cannot even begin to guess at what they may be, but a part of you really, really wants to find out. You’re positive you’ll enjoy it—maybe not as much as him, but you’ll still have your fun.

Before you can make up your mind about whether or not your defiance would be worth it, his hand is leaving your neck to hold your hip steady. You gasp slightly, already lamenting the loss of pressure, only to have the breath knocked out of you by his next thrust. The force of it sends you reeling, with the only thing keeping you from face-planting being the hold your man has on you. Instead your sweat-slicked body is shoved further up the desk in a move that would’ve been extremely uncomfortable if you weren’t already so gone.

Wanting a bit more agency, Javi grabs up the length of cloth that dangles between you; his movements do not falter as he shores up his grip with a few twisting motions before pushing into you again and again and again. He sets up a brutal pace that sees his hip bones digging into the plush of your ass and his balls slapping against you with every forward push. This is the only bit of attention that anything other than your hole has received since leaving the party and you damn near sob at the brief flashes of stimulation.

You’re not even sure what nonsense is pouring out of your mouth at this point, but if it’s anything like the disjointed garble that’s currently floating around in your skull then it’s one flaming wreck of a mess. You can hardly go by Javier’s reaction as you’re pretty sure that you could be singing lullabies and he’d still be into it. He just loves to hear you—it doesn’t particularly matter what sounds you’re making so long as he knows they’re a result of the pleasure he’s bring you. You’re much the same honestly, though listening to him turn the velvety syllables of his native tongue into growls and groans in the heat of his passion is its own type of torture. His voice is already an aphrodisiac in its own right, but when he’s fallen as deeply into his lust as he has into you it becomes something otherworldly.

Your man’s words slowly begin to shift from admonishments for your earlier behavior into praise for “–taking your cock like un buen pequeño amor,” and you can only hope that means you’ll get what you need sooner rather than later. ((a good little love))

Time stops making sense as he continues to take you. You’re both hyperaware of its passage and not, with seconds impossibly feeling like hours, but the minutes they bleed into hardly even registers. Your need for release becomes this all-encompassing thing that dictates your every move, breath, and thought. It creates a thrumming want that invades all of your senses until there’s nothing outside of it. Even Javi’s voice becomes little more than a cluster of sounds that you’re just barely able to perceive, though one phrase breaks through the haze every time he says it:

“Don’t you cum, cariño.”

His words are both boon and bane.

They’re the only bit of sense to be found in the symphony of needy sounds and hammering hearts and the repetitive meeting of flesh, and yet at the same time they are the very chains that hold you back from the one thing you need most. Your body is demanding, screaming, begging for this to end one way or another, and soon. You’re sure that each new thrust will bring about your end, and yet you hold yourself back even as your legs shake from exertion and your arms ache from the strain. Those four words will not allow you to do any less.

When the tension in your arms lessens you honestly think the limbs have finally gone numb, but then you’re being pulled up against Javier’s hard chest and you realize he actually let go of the scarf. The jarring pace he’d been keeping up slows to a gentle roll that makes you grind into him with a desperate whimper before he stills his hips altogether. His lack of movement has you rutting against him like some crazed beast, but the only thing this nets you is a throaty chuckle that makes you throb all the more.

“Tan ansioso,” he breathes against your ear as well-toned arms pin you flush against an equally muscled chest. This leaves you unable to do anything more than whine, much to your annoyance and his continued amusement. “You really want to cum, don’t you?” ((so eager))

“Fuck! Javi, you know I do–”

“Then say the word, mi corazón.” ((sweetheart))

“Please.”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please let me cum.”

The moan he lets out at your words comes from somewhere deep in his gut making you shiver with your want. The only thing better than hearing him make such deliciously wicked sounds is knowing that you’re their cause. He’s always so quick to tell you that he’s the only one that can make you feel the way that you do—and it’s true, he definitely gotten you addicted to his particular brand of carnality, but it’s fine since you know it goes both ways.

Javier presses a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your nape before nipping the skin there. “So good,” he purrs as his left hand snakes up to rub at your steadily leaking core. “Un bebé tan bueno para mí.” ((such a good baby for me))

His hand passes through the mess, smearing your arousal further until he’s zeroing in on your most sensitive area; all the while your hips wiggle against him in a desperate bid to rut into his palm properly. Unfortunately the movement does little for either of you aside from frustrating you further.

“There you go, teasing me again.”

“‘M not trying to,” you tell him, “just wanna feel good—wanna make us both feel good…”

Your trailing sigh turns into a moan when he thrust against you again. The movement is spastic, an involuntary response to the way that your walls flutter around him. He swears lowly before releasing you completely and pulling out; the sensation of his thick cock leaving you is good for all of two seconds before you realize that he’s not pushing back into you. For one panicked moment you think that he’s going to leave you tied up and aching, but before you can even form the first syllable of your plea he’s freeing your arms and turning you to face him. It’s the first time you’ve gotten a clear look at him since being bent over the desk and you’re pleased to find that he looks just as much of a mess as you do. Hair mussed, lips parted ever so enticingly, cheeks flushed, and dewy skin glistening so prettily under the warm-hued lights—he’s sex personified in this moment and the sight somehow makes you burn for him all the more.

Javier is drinking you in just as readily, being, as always, especially taken with your mouth. Heavily lidded eyes track your lips movements as you wet them, and when you bite into the plush skin he lets out a shuddering breath. A muttered “Fuck” is all the warning you get before his lips are crashing into yours while hands eagerly grip at your hips to pull you flush to him. The heat of his cock is like a firebrand between you, and the press of it against your skin has you instinctively writhing against it.

Your movements leave him shivering as he exhales harshly—the first sign that his self-control is starting to slip.

“Get on the bed, mi amor—wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you, wanna see you fall apart…” He breathes the words against your lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth just as you had a moment ago. The sting of his bite is soothed away by a swipe of his tongue before he’s kissing you again.

Somehow he has enough presence of mind to get you both moving and soon you feel something solid, yet yielding hitting the back of your legs. You’re just wobbly enough for the disturbance to take you off of your feet and Javier readily follows you down. So close to the one thing you both want, need, the kisses grow sloppier and more hurried. It takes a few moments for you both to get into a more settled position, but as soon as you do he’s lubing up again before pushing into you completely with one long stroke.

Your breath catches at the feeling of being full once again while he lets out a sound that’s half contented sigh, half growl, with the latter completely overtaking the former when you roll your hips up to meet his. The pace he sets is far less grueling than it had been when he was taking you from behind, but it’s no less maddening for the change. Long, deep strokes end with a languid snap that has him hitting something inside of you that leaves you damn near sobbing every time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back to that same level of torturous pleasure that you’d been drowning in minutes before and soon you’re clawing at his back and calling out his name like it’s the only word left in your lexicon.

All the while your eyes are locked with one another’s, mostly at his insistence. When he said that he wanted to see you fall apart he meant it; a firm hand against the side of your face keeps you from turning away while tutting words part your lids whenever they flutter shut for longer than a few seconds.

“You’re doing so well, mi amor, so good,” he tells you. His words are slightly slurred and you know he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him. The thought leaves your walls clenching and he hisses at the added tightness. His pace quickens as he drops his head down into the space between your shoulder and your neck. Kisses, nips, and sucks carve a path upwards until the warmth of his breath is ghosting over your ear. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s an order that you’re all too happy to follow.

Your fingers quickly move down to work against your sloppy sex and you can only hope that the whole ‘no cumming until I say so’ thing is no longer in effect because if not you are in so much trouble. With everything going on you’re only gonna be able to last about a literal minute and that’s being hella generous and rounding way up, honestly. Javier knows this, knows you and your body damn near better than you do some days. He sees it in the way your eyes glint with desperation, can feel it in the way your whole body tenses just so, can hear it in the pant of breaths that come quicker, shallow. Part of you worries that he’ll drag things out just to punish you further—or worse yet, leave you wound up and wanting—but a bigger part of you knows he’s not that cruel. Javier always makes sure to give you what you need and right now you need to cum, badly, and so does he if the fevered look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Yes, babe, yes. Just like that, fuck me back—Joder! Tan buena…” His muttered praises become more and more scattered as his hips begin to meet yours faster and faster until— ((fuck! so good))

“Do it for me, mi amor. Cum.”

Your body doesn’t hesitate to follow the simple command, and the orgasm that rocks your frame is almost blinding in its intensity. A wordless cry rips itself from your throat as bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—skitters across your every nerve setting them alight. All the while you hold on to the man that still hovers above you as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this plane, and for all you know he is. After all, you’re pretty sure that one cannot experience something so world-shattering as this and not ascend to some higher form of consciousness, if only for a moment.

For his part, Javier shudders and bucks his way through his own release just as you’re coming to the end of yours. Your nails follow the length of his spine as you watch him fall apart—eyes pinched shut, chest heaving, lips parted under hard pants—he rarely looks more beautiful than when he’s cumming and the sight is one that you’re positive you’ll never get tired of seeing.

Kisses are traded between shaky breaths as you both work your way through the last of the aftershocks. They’re sweet, lingering things that are seemingly at odds with everything that preceded them—only not really as he’s always like this once your games have come to their end. All loved up, he likes to keep you close so that he can dote on you as much as you’ll allow him to. Feeling safe, warm, and sated, gentle strokes of his hands against your cooling flesh and murmured declarations of love are the lullaby that sees you drifting off into slumber.

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