😩🤌THIS FCKNG PLAYLIST IS INCREDIBLEEEEE

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’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 ❤🌹💕

I didn't mean to click off of your show for the concert babe...I think I probably will wake up now.

It's Definitely Way More the just lust Daddy.

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.

17:16 THAT SCARED ME..

Broooo the title is goes hard, read it and my jaw dropped😭

I want to do a sexy dance to high for this! My God this song is incredible!

This playlist is more than enough to turn me into a puddle 🔥

Amazon ❤

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~)

I loved this playlist💋👄

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.

I thought the song's title was going to be in it ;_;. It's not but the music are still banger soooooo

I love this song much xoxoxo 💝💝💝💝💝💝

it should be criminal to title it like this and not include do it for me by rosenfeld

senhor que comentários são esses

i found thiss

Nervous to do this but let’s gooo POV: You hate the man standing in front of you, he’s been an ass to you since forever. You should end him for all the heľł he has put you through. “Oh sweetheart don’t get all shy now” he steps closer. You step backwards a step. “Fk you Alex.” You say glaring at him. “I mean if you want.” He smirks Your eyes widen. “Not like that you idiot.” Wouldn’t mind it tho He steps closer to you. “Scared you couldn’t handle it?” You scoff. “You should be worried about not handling me.” “Then let’s find out.” he says as he steps close to you and puts his hand in between your thigh. You should stop him, slap him. Tell him to never come near you again. But you don’t as he slips his hand higher and higher to exactly where you want it.

I got my wine girl. Bless me

who esle notices the dik imprent in the pic

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.

boutta write my natsuri superhero au fic hehehehe

I love this playlist (And the Pov's under the video.)

For the first time there's an actual person i daydream about and it's not all just my imagination

The title of the vid bring a rosenfelds lyrics is art istg that man has a voice like whiskey

why are people writing full NSFW stories here 😭😭😭

😍

So hot 🔥

Listen to this to drown out my parents arguing

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…

"Eughh.." I groaned leaning my head back as my breath hitched."Fuck.. your so hard.." I say, clenching my fists. "It's too long," I cry, caressing my English essay.

Que playlist gostosa...😊 Ouvindo enquanto trabalho no caixa.🤭

chase atlantic then the weeknd???? u drive me insane

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!

i need a boyfriend man

"Call Out My Name" chase Atlantic Male POV: this feels completely random 👍 TW (18+, lots of cursing, grammar mishaps :,D) Heads up!! Its 1:10am rn and the story went slightly off track- but i hope its okay! Enjoy! I fuckin left. Left! I thought Id done enough but no she was fooling around with what i thought was a close friend of mine. so before I lost my shit I just.. left. This girl was on my mind more then I cared to admit and it was driving me fucking crazy. I had more shit to deal with than just HER, Just one text and I knew id be driving my ass straight there. To hear her moan.. yell scream.. Anything! now I'm sitting at a pub, drinking myself to bits with my friends. I didn't want to think about her. Yet that's all I could do. I wanted her- no NEEDED her. The soft plump of her lips, the curve of her smile, the small of her dimple on the left of her mouth when she grinned. God and her eyes.. those mysterious Hazel orbs that had a purity I barley could comprehend. My brain reeled as I heard my cell ring, fumbling in for my pocket I found the device and Answered. "Aye?" My tone gruff as her voice rang through the other line. "Ronan?" She said her tone gentle as she spoke, "Come home, please." "why? Id done everything you've asked and yet i found you still fucking around behind my bleeding back, las." "Please.." Shuddering I sigh and look to the time, I was plastered yet hearing her voice... "Fine. Ill spin on over just.." Trailing off I hear her soft plea once again, the sound of her voice making another unwanted shudder shoot through my body. damnit.. My feet were already moving to the door when I heard Beckett call after me. "Ay! Ro! Where ya' off to, mate?" "I need a smoke." I call over my shoulder, before opening the exit to the pub and stepping onto the footpath. I really did need a smoke, looking to my cell I realized she was still on the line and listen in before opening my mouth to speak; taking my time to focus on not slurring my words. "Las? You there?" "I'm Here." She answered. "Good.." I muttered back. "So are you coming?" What? "coming where?" "here." Shite. The question made me sigh and I ran a hand through my hair before responding. "Sure." Sure? damnit Ronan! Distance! I needed distance! She rode your bleeding Lad and you left to prove a point. To late now. "Great! see you soon." Before I could respond the line went dead and I groaned in disappointment. "Damnit. This is just bloody fantastic!" Grabbing my cancer sticks I pick one out and light it my lips encircling around the cigarette as I took a long, much needed drag. Sighing once more I look to the clouded haze above my head and glare at the sky. "Happy?" I croak out my eyes narrowing. "Damn universe.. Just let me get away!" I bit out before crushing my bud under the heel of my boot and flagged a cab. "Where to, lad?" The driver asked. "Chiswick." I muttered my hand resting on my forehead as he drove and I helped him navigate to my destination. The drive was long, nothing to interesting. Just.. long. When we came to a stop I paid the Lad and stepped out onto the pavement. "Fuckin' hell.." Walking towards the manor I knocked. There she was... standing before me with curled honey brown hair, taunting eyes and perfect lips. My gaze traveled onto what she wore and It made me shift slightly from where I stood. Her curvaceous figure hugged perfectly by her tank top and mini shorts. The sight making unwanted feelings drown away any control I had left. stepping inside She closed the door and I pulled her in by the small of her back. Her scent driving me crazed with need and desire. Our lips met and all control slipped from my grasp, her small gasp making me grin. "your mine tonight.. no one else's.. Mine." breathing heavily I knew my tone was harsh yet The thought of another mates hands on her made my blood boil. "All mine..." I whispered.

I thought the title said "... and confess your trust" expecting a heroic playlist, so imagine my confusion when I started reading POVs-

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."

I wish this playlist come to live

Ozzie , baby . . How heavenly is your voice.

Disappointed at the lack of POV writers in the comment section, so I'll dirty my digital footprint for you guys. First year of college. You and your boyfriend had just moved into your shared apartment, which, you were quite proud of. Your parents had always told you to be careful--which, you were--, but to have been able to move out at just 20 was a miracle in the modern day. You had bragging rights. The apartment wasn't cluttered, but there were boxes were furniture should have been. The bed was the only thing out and ready for any sort of use. Which, you didn't mind. What more did you need from a house other than a place to sleep, or eat, right? You'd find yourself one dark evening, sitting next to your bed, using it as a backrest. Mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you wouldn't notice your boyfriend leaning his muscled frame on the doorway. "You're busy, aren't you?" His deep voice rang, causing you to jolt. You quickly set down your phone, "no, not at all-! Never for you," you responded, smiling. He hummed, walking closer to sit next to you, on the bed. As he approached, the strong scent of cigarette smoke found it's way to your nose, and you began waving the scent out of your face. To no avail, however, because that was _all_ he smelled like. "You _just_ took a smoke break, and you thought it'd be a good idea to come inside?" You scolded. "I wanted to get back to you, doll," he ran his hand through his hair, before leaning back. His strong forearms bulging under his weight, as he looked down at you from where he sat. "Now the room's gonna smell like an alleyway," you complained, still swatting a hand at the air. Suddenly, you hear shuffling above you. You sharpen your gaze, and hear your boyfriend reaching for something in his pocket. "What are you doing-?" You ask, as you watch him pull out a cigar, and you put down your hand. He scoots down to join you, seated on the floor. "Wanna try a party trick with me? I saw it once, and thought of doing it with you," he grinned mischievously. For sure that look meant he was up to no good, but you were _far_ too weak for the man to deny him. Even if he'd stink up your apartment. You nodded quietly, and he lit a cigar as he spoke to you, voice just above a breathless whisper. "Kiss me once I inhale it." You quirked an eyebrow. Kiss him? With the smoke in his mouth? It was an odd 'trick', you began to realize. Suddenly, he grabbed you by your waist, positing you to kneel above him. He looked you in the eyes as he took a long drawl from the cigar, and it flickered in your face. You'd feel your face heat up as you went in for a kiss. You felt your lips connect, and his tongue make it's way into your mouth. The kiss was slow and ravishing, as you felt his hand sneak it's way up the nape of your neck, forcing you deeper into the kiss. He exhales with your mouths connected, the smoke he inhaled now filling your lungs. You whimper, the taste bitter, and place your hands on his shoulders in attempts to pull away, but he only pushes you deeper into him. In a nanosecond, you feel his grasp on your nape move to your hair, and he tugs you back. You whimper at the rough action, and his face spells nothing but smug. "How's that?" He asked, his voice deep and dangerous with curiosity. You whimper as you nod, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he does on your hair. "My, you look so _pathetic_ like this. Do you know that? You're drooling baby," he mocks. You bring a hand up to wipe your mouth, but he stops you. "No, don't. I love the way you look at me like this. When you're _needy_ and desperate," he whispered, before shoving your head, just beside the plush of his lips. "Do you want me to do it again, baby?" He would ask you, his voice breathy, yet growling. You whine as you nod, only for him to yank your head away from him. "Then, don't be shy. Go on and beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it. Look me in the eyes, and confess your lust for me like a good girl." yay! not my best work but i like it, half-proof read.

THE POVS ARE CRAZYYY (IM INLOVE)

this is so twisted series by ana huang (and im OBSESSEDDDDDDD)

have you ever blushed so hard to POV while listening the music? yea....

The weeknd❤

[It's my first time writing so i'm sotry if it's simple sorr if i hadn't finish it i was in a hurry😅😅] "Y someone is booked a private room with you" Bianca's voice interrupting me from my deep thoughs "I'll just finish my make up" after retouching my face i stand my hand still convulsing from shock, 'What if he cane back for me?' I shake my head from the thought of him, i don't care he could kidnapp me for all i care. I glance at the mirror infron of me fixing myself before heading to the given room where Bianca said the man is waiting. When i got there i immediately close the door taking deep breath to refresh my mind, i can feel his presence, his scent filling my nose with smoke, and a hint of whiskey. "God your even pretty in person" he says through the background making my neck snaps to look at him it's not him someone else who look like him. His voice is much more deeper and dark making my body shiver i met his gaze. "You're not, Enzo.. alhaitham?" I asked and he chuckled. F-ck-ng chuckled! His already menacing voice turns feral as he motions for me to the pole "Are you going to dance or are you going to waste my money? I don't like bad girls who waste money and time." Really? Then let me do the honors on choking you to death. I took a deep breath to refresh my mind, his brother is even scarier, "Fine." I appreach the pole with matching confidence and when the music, i moved my body matching the rhythm of the music, holding on the pole swaying my hips, glacing at him occasionally with a teasing smirk knowing he won't be able to touch me, i can see his ermmm b-lged into his pants. By the time i was finish his tie was loosen and the top butttons of his shirt is unbuttoned showing of his tatted chest and his chest heaving into deep breaths. "All ready for me already, Mr. L ?" "Fuck" he cursed under his hreath before he stand of from the chair lust and desire dwells on his eyes and clenched jaw. I step back he steps closer until my back hits the wall and his palm lands with a thud beside my head making me gulp "You're.. you're not allowed to touch me.." i quiver and his other hand moves to my cheek "I can touch my property wherever i want and whenever i want" he taunts his hand on my cheek trails down from my shoulder, arm, waist, hip and to my thigh lifting it to his side. "And who says i'm yours?" I replied pushing him off me but my small body against his big musculine body it's futile to fight back, he leans in to my ear "You know what they say, little minx. I have whatever my twin brother has" he steps in closer crossing my personal space his breath brush against my face, i moved my hand to my back pulling out a syringe, he's the target and i have to take advantage of the situation before i fo something stupid like you know kissing him. In one swift move i pull it out and tried to stab him with it but manages to grab my wrist, his cold hand around my wrist tightens and slams it on top of my head He chuckled once again "and you call yourself an assassin?" I grit my teeth, i was about to knee him but suddenly grabs me by my butt pressing me against him he kissed my bare neck "Enzo told me you're very good at it. You don't want me to die aren't you, baby?" F-ck you His lips lift up brushing against mine he licked my lips before kissing me. this man f-ck it. I kissed him backmy arms moved on its own wrapping around his neck "clinging already?"

PLAYLIST- SLAYED HOMEWORK-DELAYED

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... -----------