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.
@Yourmialiaa34 күн бұрын
THE POVS ARE CRAZYYY (IM INLOVE)
@_popopaula5 күн бұрын
this is so twisted series by ana huang (and im OBSESSEDDDDDDD)
@sanchocomilk360417 күн бұрын
have you ever blushed so hard to POV while listening the music? yea....
@Dostoevsky.5620 күн бұрын
The weeknd❤
@IloveyouJK-dn4ss21 күн бұрын
[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?"
@user-zu4zk9mp9z23 күн бұрын
PLAYLIST- SLAYED HOMEWORK-DELAYED
@frfr.mahika23 күн бұрын
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... -----------
@silentmoon430526 күн бұрын
The weekend wicked games pov : He was always there , you can feel him everywhere you can feel his stares on your body moves while dancing at the club Even tho your boyfriend was there but its him who you want to be dancing with You left your boyfriend dancing alone and headed to the bar counter sitting next to him your boyfriend's friend felix "do you like my dancing that much ?" You teased He looked at you his eyes so dark and empty it was obvious he was drunk and you can tell he is angry from the way he is holding his glass couldn't help but stare at his beautiful veiny hands You know its wrong but all you could think about is how perfectly they would fit around you, your waist, your neck .... "He is cheating on you"he said "i know" you replied a tear drop from your eyes seeing your boyfriend making out with a women that ain't you but cmon you like his friend too "Is this wht you are here for ? You wanna use me to take revenge from your cheating boyfriend??" He asked his voice tone is so cold and calme but angry in a way that sends shivers all around your body "no i was just teasing, we are friends aren't we ? Im leaving right now anyway " You stood up ready to leave but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you your chest hitting his looking him in his eyes , you were sad and maybe yes you just want it him for revenge And now look at you blaming yourself for your mixed feelings "You are not going anywhere but my house tonight girl, you want revenge? I will give it to you in such a beautiful way you will never forget" he whispered on your ears and kissed ur naked neck skin before he leads you to the exit heading to the car Felix cant seem to control himself he pinned you against the wall and just started kissing you He kissed you and you kissed him back you wanted him and like hell he wants u too "He doesn't deserve him" He said breathing heavily against your lips while his hands played under your little dress "You dont someone to kiss you" "You need someone that gives you shivers , you dont want to feel butterflies you fucking want to feel volcanos " "Admitted you dont want a men , you want me .." He said
@vsvictoria_25 күн бұрын
Waiting for more
@kahlanlong621822 күн бұрын
More please :)
@Hypernova7113 күн бұрын
U can't stop heree😭
@spookyghostcake6 күн бұрын
Was that a little “My Fault” reference at the end there🧐
@yukonnakahara410527 күн бұрын
I'm not even a writer wtf am I doing?? It's gotten so infuriating,since you finished college your father's friend Edward Edinburg has taken you in while you look for a job and try to find somewhere to settle down. Growing up, you'd always find Edward there to help you or your family when they're in need and you appreciated him for that but as of late? as soon as you stepped into college till you graduated your brain started having questionable thought about Edward and you felt disgusted. 'How could I think about about Edward like that like? he's old enough to be dad..' you thought as you stared at the refrigerator illuminating your face in the dark kitchen, you've forgotten about what you needed to get. "Earth to kiddo, earth to kiddo" Your were snapped back to reality,Edward had walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights seeing you just standing there. Edward had walked over to you, leaning against the refrigerator as he looked at you a little worried "You doing alright kiddo? you seem..deep in thought" he said,his deep voice and that British accent- or was it German? You care less whenever he spoke. You told him you were fine and he chuckled "Well I can tell you're lying but sure I'll trust you..mind if I get something too?" he said before getting the pitcher of water from the refrigerator,his calloused hand barely grazing yours but it was enough to have you acting nervous- it's like he knows what he's doing. You decided to just close the the refrigerator and ask for some water as well and he gladly poured you both a glass. Edward did a little 'cheers' motion with a little smile..his eyes smiling along,the wrinkles visible whenever it does. For someone his age,Edward was fit..his shirt hugging his figure, hands veiny and calloused- he was a working man after all so it wasn't too out of place..his blond hair having a few white streaks and his blue eyes either always striking or warm. You thought it was unfair,for someone his age to be this.. handsome? beautiful? both. He finished his drink and so did you,he let's out a refreshed sigh "That hits the spot..well I better get back to bed and so should you kiddo" He said as he ruffled your hair a little. You found it endearing and annoying,you were well in your 20's and wanted to be treated like it so you said just that "Oh? well pardon me for being sweet" He teased as he snickered,there he goes again with his not so subtle 'jokes' that makes you question whether he's actually just trying to be sarcastic or flirty. You sighed and teased him back saying something along the lines of "You've lost it old man" you prodded back, taking a jab at his age because what else can you really use against him? "Really now? well I wasn't the one zoning off Infront of the refrigerator am I? speaking of that," his hand on your head moved to your chin, making you look at him directly as his half lidded eyes looked down at you with worry and.. something else you'd rather not think about "If there's something wrong going,you know that I'm here right? I'll always be here to help,you know that" he said with that soft warm smile that will get you in trouble if you didn't have the self control. You just nodded your head, telling him you know and thanking him- he laughed a little before he lets go "No biggie..now goodnight,you need some rest" He said softly before he left you alone at the kitchen. 'He knows what he's doing, surely..' You thought as you stayed there for a bit,the butterflies in your stomach going rampant did I use my oc Edward? yes do I regret this? absolutely I'm not proofreading no more
@Ummehani.C29 күн бұрын
this playlist is literally vibes i cant get enough of thiss♥♥
@chichi4219Ай бұрын
POV: You're at a lavish hotel that's hosting a chess competition, and meet someone unexpected. "You play?" You turn your neck, searching for the source of the rich voice that just uttered those words. Trust, there was more than enough talking going on, the chatter of the audience around the chess table carrying that excited buzz that comes with seeing two of the best have a casual spar. Not only that, but the hotel was holding the chess match of the season, masters and players from all over the country were here. But that voice was different. Smooth, velvety. It was directed. It wanted attention. Brown eyes look down at you, from behind, the subtlest of smiles on his lips as he waits for a response. A soft realisation settles on your face as you study the man, replaced by a look of surprise, and intrigue. "Vincent... what are you-" you pause, searching for a better approach. "How've you been?" you say, eyes absorbing all the little changes time has gifted him with. "I've been well," he replies with that resonant voice. "And you? What've you been up to these..." "...nine years." You finish his words, astonished by just how long it's been. Nine years since university, since the wildness of being younger. Of the tall brown corridors and noses in books; of intimate silhouettes carved by moonlight and hands under tables. "I've been okay. Are you playing tonight?" you ask, trying to ignore the memories his presence brought back. Although, it's not very easy to ignore memories that completely defined your taste in men. He watches you for a moment, shifting his stance slightly: his fitted clothes highlighting his figure in such modest way you can't help but feel like you're thirsting way too quickly. He winks gently, nodding his head towards the door, "Let's catch up over chess. It's been a while since I've played you." Hand extended, you take it. You both weave through the crowd, through the waiters and rich society at the hotel who exclaim at his presence, towards the middle of the hall where an empty chess table lies. Course, he was your old friend, but also a recognised IM in chess. Though, friend is debatable. He pulls out a chair. You sit and thank him. He hums in acknowledgement. You try to ignore how his scent of sweet amber lingered. He ignores the crowd forming amongst the two of you, and eyes you, watches you, in quiet, before speaking. "I didn't see you at the reunion." He says, starting the clock, gaze flickering from your hands to your face to your... Tick. You move a piece - English opening. His gaze narrows on the position of the piece, a twitch on the corner of his lips. "I didn't have the time to attend," you say, gaze lifting to meet his scrutinizing one as you start his timer. Tick. "...Husband?" He says, with an implicit cautiousness around the word. Tick. "Business," you reply, watching him make his move, meeting his eyes as they narrow in thought at your response. "You're not married?" He asks, raising a brow. Tick. You meet his eyes, noticing that lowered, interested, plotting gaze of his hasn't changed. Tick. "Not the right time. You?" He inhales, nodding. "Not the right time." Tick. You move your piece, he moves his. His eyes narrow in hidden amusement, your eyes search for escape from his probing. Tick. So, you bring an old play to this match. "Your Queen didn't work out?" He stifles a smirk, hiding it behind his large, veiny hands, fingers gliding across his jaw in a manner that has you fighting your own mind. "Queen didn't work out." You smile softly, your conversation secret from the ears of the crowd watching you play. Code words. Just how it was in university when you used the chess club as your midnight rendezvous to... play with each other. You smirk softly as you move a piece. "You like to repeat after me too?" "Mmm..." he hums, eyes on your movements. "So you do play." Tick. Silence sits as the two of you play. The audience watches, not too invested since this is unofficial, but clearly find the idea of an unknown woman playing a young master to be interesting. He leans back in his chair, his eyes more keen in understanding your actions than your moves. His shirt hangs loosely, fitted pants folding tightly at the way his legs spread as he sits. Electricity would spark amongst the two of you, with each little glance. Heck, at this point, you're playing mind games, not chess. "...Blue night?" He asks, out of the blue, mid match. The simple words demanding your attention. Code words. Surprise turns into subtle amusement as the corners of your lips twitch into a subtle smirk. See, in the old chess room, the one on the 4th floor the chess club only used during summer due to lack of heating, the ceiling was made of glass tiles. Like a greenhouse, or a penthouse, depending on who you ask. The glass tiles were a glossy cerulean; teal when illuminated by the sun, blue when illuminated by the moon. And, within this old chess room, at night, is when the two of you would have your secret matches, away from Vincent's Queen, away from your Knight, away from any pawns. With only the two of you left to this wicked game. You place your piece, and stop the timer. "Blue moon." (PS: Love the playiiiist!)
@falcnlegend9204Ай бұрын
HOLYYY THIS WAS SO GOOD OMG- the way i pictured everything GAH DAYMMNNNNN😩. THIS WAS IMPRESSIVE.
@feifei_148026 күн бұрын
where are you going??? what's next please I NEED it 😩
@CaitlinAdina9 күн бұрын
you gave me a whole WATTPAD storyyyy- not complaining though
@NERVE-uq2kmАй бұрын
Do it for me - song line 😅
@emnaelabedd313Ай бұрын
Pov : صوت الموسيقى المرتفع في ذلك المكان لا يجعلك تسمع حتى أفكارك الخاصة ، أجساد تتمال مع الإقاع ببراعة ، في ذلك المكان ذي الإنارة المنخفظة ، أشخاص تصرخ بحماس و تغني و آخرون يقفزون و يتمايلون بأجسادهم حدّ التلاحم برقصات قذرة .. أشخاص يتقرّبون من آخرين و صفقات قذرة تقام تحت الطاولات ، كانت هي تجلس أمام البار تحتسي شرابها ببطء شديد كأن حياتها متوقفة في ذلك السائل الاذع الذي إستقر بين أناملها و نظراتها الفارغة مصوبة إلى اللامكان لم ترمش و كأنها إن فعلت ستبتلعها أفكارها السوداء ، ملامحها الهادئ لا توحي بتلك العواصف التي تقام داخلها ، أطلقت نفسا متثاقلا كأنها تحمل هموم الدنيا فوق أكتافها ، لم تكن في حياتها إمرأة ضعيفة فالضعف أعلن تبرأه منها أمام عظمتها ،لم تكن من ذلك النوع من النساء اللاتي تختبىء من الحياة بل هي تقطع الروؤس و تظعها أمام عتبة باب صاحبها إن لم تنحني في حضورها ، لم تشعر بأظافرها التي غرستها بقوة في كف يدها المقبوضة بغضب عظيم لتدمي ذلك السائل الدافئ ، كم كرهت أفكارها و تمنت لو تستطيع أن تطفء دماغها و لو لدقائق فقط ، وضعت كأسها الفارغ لتطلب آخر لعله يساعد في إخماد ذلك الحريق داخلها لكنها لم تلبث أن يلامس كرزتيها إلا و يد إمتدت من خلفها تقتلع المشروب بهدوء لتقطب حاجبيها بإنزعاج و تخرج سلاحها من تحت فستانها الذي يعانق منحنيات جسدها ببراعة مشهرة به مستعدة لتفجير رأس أيا كان من تجرأ مخترقا مساحتها الشخصيّة لتسقط تعابر الغضب و تحتل تقاسيم وجهها ملامح التفاجوء ، و ليجزء لا يتجزء من الثواني ظهر الألم و الغضب في عينيها و مشاعر أخرى نجحت في تخبأتها ببراعة لتنزل سلاحها و تثبته أعلى فخذها من جديد، تابعته بزمردتيها حين جلس بهالته التي تصرخ قوة و عضمة ، كانت تراقب كل حركة يقوم بها كأنه فريستها هذه الليلة لكنها تعلم أنه الصياد وهي أضحيته بلا شك ، جلس في المقعد بجانبها يحتسي من الكأس الذي أخذه منها ، مصوبا نظراته نحوها لتبتلع ريقها ببطء لإحساسها بإختناق عضيم كأنه بوضع عينيه السوداء الحادة صوبها وضع سيفيه على رقبتها يأمرها بالحراك لتنحر ، لم يتكلم أي منهما بل كانت تظراتهما لبعض تكفلت بالحوار تقدم جالسا أقرب لتقتحم رائحته الممتزجة برائحة السجائر رأتيها فتضعف و ترتخي أعضاؤها المشدودة ، رب السماوات يعلم كم تكره جسدها الذي يخونها بحضوره ، و كم كانت ممتنة لصوت الموسيقى العالي الذي غطى على صوت دقات قلبها الصاخبة الذي يهدد بالخروج من مكانه في أي لحظة كانت تمرر بصرها على كل إنش من جسده ، بداية من شعره الغرابي المصفف ببراعة إلى عينيه البنية التي دائما ما تحمل الحدّة فيهما كأنهما لم تعرفى اللين قط، إلى شفتيه المرسومة بدقة التي لطالما أرادت تذوقهما بإستماتة و أخيرا إلى ملابسه السوداء التي تعانق جسده الصخم ببراعة لتقبض على فكّها بغضب لتلك الأفكار البريئة التي تسللت لعقلها القذر ليظهر شبح إبتسامة عابثة مزينة ثغره فينطق أخير بصوته العميق الذي بعثر مشاعرها بقوة " إن كنت تحاولين قتل نفسك بالشرب فخذي لك مشروبا أقوى " قال بسخرية لترفع حاجبها بإستنكار ، هي لم تشرب الكثير ، فقط بضعة كؤوس ، و ببضعة كؤوس أقصد عشرون و أخذ منها كأسها الواحد و العشرين لتطلق زفيرا محاولة منها إعادة رباط جأشها فتجيبه ببرود غطى نبرتها " ربما في المرة القادمة " قالت كلماتها واقفة مستعدة إلى الرحيل ، فهي أتت إلى هذا المكان بسببه ، بسبب تلك المشاعر اللعينة التي نمت داخلها ، تلك المشاعر التي كرهتها ، و رفضها عقلها لكن جسدها اللعين و قلبها الألعن إتحدا ضده لتغدو ضعيفة ، كانت مشوشة الذهن فلم تشعر بقبضته القويه التي أمسكت يدها ليرجعها مكانها بعنف لكن ليس للحد الذي سيألمها ، هربت شهقة بين كرزتيها بتفاجأ لحركتها المباغتة ، ليمسك فكها بيده الأخرى و يقول بغضب " لماذا تتهربين مني ؟" لتفلت وجهها من بين براثنه بغضب أقوى ، لأنك لعين تسببت بمرض في قلبي ، لأنك تشتتني بوجودك ، لأن جسدي الخائن يكون عبدا بين يديك و لو طلبت أن أركع لك سيفعل وحده دون تردد ، لأنني أخاف أن أنظر داخل عينيك اللعينة فترى ضعفي و تفضح مشاعري اللعينة ، لأنني لو نظرت إلى عينيك التي سلبت أنفاسي لأكثر من ثانيتين سيطفأ صوت المنطق و تصرغ غرائزي مطالبة بك ، أرادت قول هذا ، أرادت الصراخ به و مطالبته بتبرير تلك المشاعر المريضة لكنها لم تفعل بل إكتفت بإشاحة بصرها بعيدا ، دام صمت مميت رغم الصخب و الفوضى من حولهما ، كأنهما إنفصلا عن العالم ، هو ينتظر إجابتها و هي تفكر في كيفية الهرب من هذه الورطة لم تتحرك و لم تقل شيء لعشر دقائق كامل كانت هادءة تصوب أنظارها إلى طاولة البار كأنها أهم إختراعات العصر ، جسدها تصلب مكانه و روحها إنفصلت عن جسدها ليقتحم صوته المخملي الثقيل خلوة أفكارها " عينيك اللعينة تضعينها صوب عينيا و عندما أكلمك تجبينني فلا أريد أن أفقد لعنتي عليك " قال كلامه ببطء آمرا لترفع عينيها صوبه آليا و تطلق زفيرا مرهقا مرجعة شعرها الأسود القصير إلى الخلف بإهمال لتسقط بعض الخصلات المتمردة على وجهها الحاد فتقرر أن تنظر و ليحرق الكون اللعين ، فليشعد الرب أنها حاولت ، حاولت كثيرا لترفع زمرديتها صوب سودويتاه سامحة بمشاعرها بالخروج ، ثوان من الصوت ، ثوان فقط لتلين ملامحة المنقبظة ، لقد فهم ، سمحت له بالفهم و أجابته عن الكثير من الأسئلة ، هربها منه لسنوات علم سببه ، تغيرها و جفاؤها تجلهه علم سببه ، محاولاتها الفاشلة في قتله الكثير من المراة علم سببها ، إختنقت و رغب مميمة في التدخين إعترتها ، أرادت قتل نفسها بجديّة قالت ولم تنزع عينيها من خاصته " هل تملك سيجارة ؟" لم يجبها بل أدخل يده داخل جيوب سترته الفاخرة ليخرج لها مبتغاها ، فأمسكتها واضعة إياها بين شفتيها مستنشقة سمّها بإستماتة كأن حياتها متوقفة في تلك السيجارة و عندما وقفت مستعدة للرحيل ، أمسكها للمرة الثانية هذه الليلة ساحبا إياها لتقع جالسة فوق رجليه ساحبا إياها في قبلة لتسقط السيجارة من بين يديها بصدمة و عقلها توقف للحظات قبل أن يستوعب ما حصل لتبادله القبلة ، قبلة وضعت فيها كامل مشاعرها ، قبلة عنيفة جامحة ، لتفصلها لحاجت رأتيها اللعينة للأكسجين ، كم أرادت قتله ، كم أرادت وضع الرصاص في قلبه اللعين لعل رأية جسده بلا روح لعل مشاعرها العاهرة تختفي لكنها شهقت متمسكة برقبتها عندما أخذها على حين غرة متوجا بها إلى خارج المكان ، لفتح باب سيارته ويضعها مكانها ثم يتوجه إلى مقعد السائق مغادرا المنطقة بأكملها بسرعة جنونية.
@manar823018 күн бұрын
التكملة؟🥹
@60k_GhostАй бұрын
*sniff sniff* I smell the ✨Wattpad✨ writes in chat…😏
@sarahtolman4984Ай бұрын
She held her breath as he moved closer to her, so slowly it reminded her of a panther about to strike. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to hold back the shakiness behind the words. "You're about to find out," he growled. She backed away from him, knowing it had been a long time coming. Knowing that she wanted this, yet the idea of it was terrifying. He was tall, dark and handsome, everything she wasn't used too. He stopped an inch in front of her, taking care not to press himself against her, but he leaned his arm against the wall. Down his eyes caressed her body. The tiny black dress he made her wear to dinner, the lack of underwear, everything, she did everything he asked of her, yet she was terrified. Closer, his free hand moved against the side of her body, feeling every curve, every crevice. Her breathing was rapid now, heart rate loud enough that it was hard to hear the low moan he made as his hand found it's way between her legs. He could feel her, every, little bit of her. If she didn't want him so badly, she would die of embarrassment, but she did. She wanted him and with his hand, his fingers, feeling everything.. He knew. His head angled until he was breathing against her neck, "you devilish little thing."
@LiviasouzАй бұрын
OMG, THAT'S PERFECT! OMG
@keenanhaelАй бұрын
damn
@oscarthemadcatАй бұрын
"The glass breaks loudly, but painlessly. The heart breaks silently and very painfully. As the loudest sounds are the inaudible ones, the most painful wounds are the invisible ones. And, as broken pieces remain from the glass, tears remain from the man." Dear friends, Yesterday I published the first chapter of my first book on Wattpad. It will be enemies to lovers topic, but it's not what you're expecting 🤭. It will have a lot of sadness, passionate love, and poetry. I promise I won't disappoint you 😊🫶🌹. ANGIETHEAUTHOR THE ETERNAL FIRE
@user-mn8bb2ky7k2 ай бұрын
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@user-mn8bb2ky7k2 ай бұрын
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@user-mn8bb2ky7k2 ай бұрын
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@Greysanatomy-hd1hp2 ай бұрын
Translation (Italian to English) Tesoro = sweetheart Mia Regina = My Queen Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso. = find out on Google translate ;) There he was. Zack Summers. I held my gun, aiming it slowly. I bit my tongue, I could do this, right? Don't get me wrong, this is not my first murder, but I used to know Zack Summers. Or at least I thought I did. Ever since he killed my mother I hated him. He was her doctor, couldn't he Save her? I shakily brought the gun to the left, aiming it for his head. I sigh, dropping my gun to the side. I cant do this. A part of me knows I cant. The other part is yelling at me to press the trigger. "Well, well, well Tesoro." A deep voice chuckles from behind me. Zach. "Summers what the fuck are you doing here?!" I pull my gun back up and aim it at him. If that's Zack then who's- Holy shit. Its a trap, its a fucking trap. I press my back against the wall. "Its my house. My room. My bed," he tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow, his Adams apple bobbing. "So you must be my woman?" He smirks, the shadow consuming half of him. "What are you on? I am not one of your hoes." I whisper, my gun still facing him. "Relax Tesoro." He laughs, "So, why didn't you pull the trigger." He asks. My heart bangs against my chest. "I was aiming." I say firmly, obliviously lying. "I'm not stupid, Amelia." He says. "Well you learn something everyday." I mutter, holding the gun higher to match his chest. "Stop lying, would you? Its getting quite annoying. Now answer my question, why didn't you shoot." "I-I wanted to get you in the perfect position." I lie. Zack inches closer, he grabs my chin. "Don't lie to me." He whispers before kissing me. Its embarrassing how much he has an effect on me. I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer. He pulls away, "What a liar. If I recall correctly, you didn't want to be one of my... Hoes." "Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, pushing him away and crossing my arms. "Well Amelia, you are under my roof." "So?" "So, your mine until you leave." He chuckles, grabbing my waist. "I hate you." I whisper. "Again with the lies, Mia Regina." He mutters, caressing my lower lip with his thumb. "Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso." He whispers before kissing me. I want this, I want him.
@purkerwww23952 ай бұрын
pov writers I love you
@localsadplantboi96802 ай бұрын
Why are people writing smut in the comments… I mean I’m here for it but why
@Steamy_writer2 ай бұрын
POV: "I want you to please me." said Alex. He had been going through some shitty things and hurting her gave him the joy he needed. They looked straight at each other Brianna was already thinking of ways that could hurt him back. "I'm not doing it, forget it, "she snapped at him, breaking the awkward silence. Holding her waist pulling her in," I don't remember giving you a choice, "he smirked then continued placing his drink down, "what I say is the LAW." There was a brief silence and finally to break it he gave her a deep kiss.
@bethboatwright772 ай бұрын
Timestampssss 0:00 : Chase Atlantic-Okay 5:09 : The Weekend-High For This 7:47 : OZZIE-FREZN (I think) 11:58 : Chase Atlantic-Into It 14:54 : The Weekend-Call Out My Name 18:48 : The Weekend-I Was Never There 22:53 : The Weekend-Wicked Games Awesome Playlist!!! Lemme know if I did anything wrong!
@user-nw4dv8xq8s2 ай бұрын
Sold me at chase Atlantic
@ASaltyGhost2 ай бұрын
Hooked from the first song.
@aquazcutiez192 ай бұрын
🎧🎶📍 Time-Stamps 📍🎶🎧 #1 - 00:00 | Chase Atlantic - Okay #2 - 03:32 | The Weeknd - High for This #3 - 07:36 | OZZIE, Tefflon Sega - FRZZN #4 - 11:41 | Chase Atlantic - Into It #5 - 14:57 | The Weeknd - Call Out My Name #6 - 18:47 | The Weeknd - I Was Never There #7 - 22:49 | The Weeknd - Wicked Games Third time making a timestamp for a playlist. Not too sure about the sources of the music (songs & artists), but hopefully, the sources are accurately correct. Note: If any of you know the sources accurately, feel free to copy-paste mine & revise wherever required. Enjoy this amazing playlist!
@adishegokar2 ай бұрын
POV: You are have rough s*x post-breakup🔥🔥
@sweetcar0lina2 ай бұрын
I-🧍🏻♀️The Weeknd and Chase Atlantic are just the kings of seggsual tension ngl
@daylaviviАй бұрын
i can't choose between them
@Cookiecutter3332 ай бұрын
This was way too good
@jathurshi.m90042 ай бұрын
why are all the men in the pictures high-key bricked up 💀💀
@jennygfx5254Ай бұрын
thats what i'm saying
@HavenShelton-sc1mq2 ай бұрын
Imagine: Your in the club swaying the music reverberating in your bones your eyes closed. You open them and you make eye contact with the man across the room and smirk you lift your finger beckoning him on over. Soon both of you are getting hot and sweaty on the dance floor and in a husky place he tells you to come over to his place. The next morning you sneak out as the sun rays break the sky.
@coolcat-ov1fp2 ай бұрын
i was today years old when i found out that chase atlantic made okay after saying it was a korean artist that made it then went to look up where hes from and hes from AUSTRILA ( dont qute me on my spelling aight i know the shiz spelt wrong)
@pixie_stixdotcom2 ай бұрын
I'm DISAPPOINTED in the lack of pov writers.
@sisisisi4675Ай бұрын
Same😂
@3m0ness1012 ай бұрын
Devouring this playlist
@Pumkin7892 ай бұрын
It starts with chase Atlantic? I’m in love, I sub, I replay playlist
@UserRandom-ie4dk2 ай бұрын
😂they hella missunderstood
@NAMELESSSISTERS3 ай бұрын
"high for this" the weeknd story : You were so high. Alcohol was no good for you, and you knew it, but you decided to not care for this time. Your roomate was looking at you, not even having fun when he was the one who decided to go there. Damn, how you hated him. Why wasn't he letting you have fun? You kept dancing, drinking, until a man came up to you. "you look hot. Wanna spend the night with me?" This guy was also very drunk. Your roomate, Xyn, was staring. His eyes were freeing such a rage. The man started touching you. Too much for Xyn. He approached you two, pushed the man, and grabbed your wrist "you fucking piss me off." He said with his deep voice. Too drunk to even walk, he had to carry you. Xyn was certainly mad, but he did not seem ashamed of you, as every other man would be for carrying a drunk person like you. Carefully, he put you in his black BMW. He got in the car, and for the whole way home, he had his attention on you. Xyu knew he had to care more about the road, caused by the missing sun, but you seemed more important. "-Hey, you're never getting drunk again after that. -hmmm... -can't even talk..." He sighed, and you two arrived home. Again, he carried you, and put you in your bed. He took off your clothes, you were not able to move. Or was it on purpose? He was so careful, and was trying not to look. He put a blanket on you. "-wait. He turned back to you, and you got up, walking towards him. -why do you care so much ? He looked away. You were right, he never took care of someone as he did with you. After thinking, he answered. -You are so drunk. I wouldn't just leave you there- -No, no. Even before, before the man came up to me : you were staring. And why get so mad to a man talking to me ? -.... -Jealousy? -Never. -I dont believe you. -I don't care. -You do. -Shut up. He said, getting mad. -No. -hmph... -Admit it. -Shut up! -No. -... He seemed like he was pushing something inside him so it never goes out, he did not seem like he could hold it for long. You got closer, and whispered in his ear 'admit it'." That was too much. He pinned you to the wall "i am not fucking jealous." He was breathing so heavily. Such a warm breath. Your lips and his were so close... Too close to be normal... He wouldn't hold it any longer. "Damn you." He grabbed both your wrists and put them above your head, and kissed you so passionately. Like he loved you. His free arm went around your waist, and pushed you closer to him. "You'll never forget that." He said between two kisses, his hand sliding down...
@Afsara-fr5bq2 ай бұрын
god damn.
@samriddhisingh55592 ай бұрын
Gurl just write a wattpad already 😭
@mizumotominАй бұрын
oh my
@starfireKKKKKАй бұрын
DAMN BRO
@sakshichandra49113 ай бұрын
This playlist is so good😩🤧✨❤
@Kallie08093 ай бұрын
BACK OFF
@Kallie08093 ай бұрын
Chase Atlantic is mine!!!
@makaylabruin3 ай бұрын
Ahem pov people where are you?!
@NAMELESSSISTERS3 ай бұрын
Making one rn :)
@vsvictoria_2 ай бұрын
right here, Sir
@MidnightVrgaming3 ай бұрын
TIMESTAMPS😻😻 00:00 - okey - chase atlantic 3:30 - high for this - the weeknd 7:36 - frzzn - ozzie 11:40 - into it - chase atlantic 14:57 - call out my name - the weeknd 18:48 - i was never there - the weeknd 22:49 - wicked games - the weeknd
@prohibited_viewing3 ай бұрын
men
@Destiny_ILikeFrogs3 ай бұрын
The men in the pictures OMG 😅🥰
@corncobbob23263 ай бұрын
where did you get each of the pictures? I wish to use them as references for future art and to maybe take pics like this.
@vsvictoria_2 ай бұрын
Pinterest. I just looked for Draco Malfoy from fanfics and run into these gorgeous men))
@st4rgirl.7773 ай бұрын
Teflon and Ozzie being here makes this playlist even better!!😩
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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... -----------
The weekend wicked games pov : He was always there , you can feel him everywhere you can feel his stares on your body moves while dancing at the club Even tho your boyfriend was there but its him who you want to be dancing with You left your boyfriend dancing alone and headed to the bar counter sitting next to him your boyfriend's friend felix "do you like my dancing that much ?" You teased He looked at you his eyes so dark and empty it was obvious he was drunk and you can tell he is angry from the way he is holding his glass couldn't help but stare at his beautiful veiny hands You know its wrong but all you could think about is how perfectly they would fit around you, your waist, your neck .... "He is cheating on you"he said "i know" you replied a tear drop from your eyes seeing your boyfriend making out with a women that ain't you but cmon you like his friend too "Is this wht you are here for ? You wanna use me to take revenge from your cheating boyfriend??" He asked his voice tone is so cold and calme but angry in a way that sends shivers all around your body "no i was just teasing, we are friends aren't we ? Im leaving right now anyway " You stood up ready to leave but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you your chest hitting his looking him in his eyes , you were sad and maybe yes you just want it him for revenge And now look at you blaming yourself for your mixed feelings "You are not going anywhere but my house tonight girl, you want revenge? I will give it to you in such a beautiful way you will never forget" he whispered on your ears and kissed ur naked neck skin before he leads you to the exit heading to the car Felix cant seem to control himself he pinned you against the wall and just started kissing you He kissed you and you kissed him back you wanted him and like hell he wants u too "He doesn't deserve him" He said breathing heavily against your lips while his hands played under your little dress "You dont someone to kiss you" "You need someone that gives you shivers , you dont want to feel butterflies you fucking want to feel volcanos " "Admitted you dont want a men , you want me .." He said
Waiting for more
More please :)
U can't stop heree😭
Was that a little “My Fault” reference at the end there🧐
I'm not even a writer wtf am I doing?? It's gotten so infuriating,since you finished college your father's friend Edward Edinburg has taken you in while you look for a job and try to find somewhere to settle down. Growing up, you'd always find Edward there to help you or your family when they're in need and you appreciated him for that but as of late? as soon as you stepped into college till you graduated your brain started having questionable thought about Edward and you felt disgusted. 'How could I think about about Edward like that like? he's old enough to be dad..' you thought as you stared at the refrigerator illuminating your face in the dark kitchen, you've forgotten about what you needed to get. "Earth to kiddo, earth to kiddo" Your were snapped back to reality,Edward had walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights seeing you just standing there. Edward had walked over to you, leaning against the refrigerator as he looked at you a little worried "You doing alright kiddo? you seem..deep in thought" he said,his deep voice and that British accent- or was it German? You care less whenever he spoke. You told him you were fine and he chuckled "Well I can tell you're lying but sure I'll trust you..mind if I get something too?" he said before getting the pitcher of water from the refrigerator,his calloused hand barely grazing yours but it was enough to have you acting nervous- it's like he knows what he's doing. You decided to just close the the refrigerator and ask for some water as well and he gladly poured you both a glass. Edward did a little 'cheers' motion with a little smile..his eyes smiling along,the wrinkles visible whenever it does. For someone his age,Edward was fit..his shirt hugging his figure, hands veiny and calloused- he was a working man after all so it wasn't too out of place..his blond hair having a few white streaks and his blue eyes either always striking or warm. You thought it was unfair,for someone his age to be this.. handsome? beautiful? both. He finished his drink and so did you,he let's out a refreshed sigh "That hits the spot..well I better get back to bed and so should you kiddo" He said as he ruffled your hair a little. You found it endearing and annoying,you were well in your 20's and wanted to be treated like it so you said just that "Oh? well pardon me for being sweet" He teased as he snickered,there he goes again with his not so subtle 'jokes' that makes you question whether he's actually just trying to be sarcastic or flirty. You sighed and teased him back saying something along the lines of "You've lost it old man" you prodded back, taking a jab at his age because what else can you really use against him? "Really now? well I wasn't the one zoning off Infront of the refrigerator am I? speaking of that," his hand on your head moved to your chin, making you look at him directly as his half lidded eyes looked down at you with worry and.. something else you'd rather not think about "If there's something wrong going,you know that I'm here right? I'll always be here to help,you know that" he said with that soft warm smile that will get you in trouble if you didn't have the self control. You just nodded your head, telling him you know and thanking him- he laughed a little before he lets go "No biggie..now goodnight,you need some rest" He said softly before he left you alone at the kitchen. 'He knows what he's doing, surely..' You thought as you stayed there for a bit,the butterflies in your stomach going rampant did I use my oc Edward? yes do I regret this? absolutely I'm not proofreading no more
this playlist is literally vibes i cant get enough of thiss♥♥
POV: You're at a lavish hotel that's hosting a chess competition, and meet someone unexpected. "You play?" You turn your neck, searching for the source of the rich voice that just uttered those words. Trust, there was more than enough talking going on, the chatter of the audience around the chess table carrying that excited buzz that comes with seeing two of the best have a casual spar. Not only that, but the hotel was holding the chess match of the season, masters and players from all over the country were here. But that voice was different. Smooth, velvety. It was directed. It wanted attention. Brown eyes look down at you, from behind, the subtlest of smiles on his lips as he waits for a response. A soft realisation settles on your face as you study the man, replaced by a look of surprise, and intrigue. "Vincent... what are you-" you pause, searching for a better approach. "How've you been?" you say, eyes absorbing all the little changes time has gifted him with. "I've been well," he replies with that resonant voice. "And you? What've you been up to these..." "...nine years." You finish his words, astonished by just how long it's been. Nine years since university, since the wildness of being younger. Of the tall brown corridors and noses in books; of intimate silhouettes carved by moonlight and hands under tables. "I've been okay. Are you playing tonight?" you ask, trying to ignore the memories his presence brought back. Although, it's not very easy to ignore memories that completely defined your taste in men. He watches you for a moment, shifting his stance slightly: his fitted clothes highlighting his figure in such modest way you can't help but feel like you're thirsting way too quickly. He winks gently, nodding his head towards the door, "Let's catch up over chess. It's been a while since I've played you." Hand extended, you take it. You both weave through the crowd, through the waiters and rich society at the hotel who exclaim at his presence, towards the middle of the hall where an empty chess table lies. Course, he was your old friend, but also a recognised IM in chess. Though, friend is debatable. He pulls out a chair. You sit and thank him. He hums in acknowledgement. You try to ignore how his scent of sweet amber lingered. He ignores the crowd forming amongst the two of you, and eyes you, watches you, in quiet, before speaking. "I didn't see you at the reunion." He says, starting the clock, gaze flickering from your hands to your face to your... Tick. You move a piece - English opening. His gaze narrows on the position of the piece, a twitch on the corner of his lips. "I didn't have the time to attend," you say, gaze lifting to meet his scrutinizing one as you start his timer. Tick. "...Husband?" He says, with an implicit cautiousness around the word. Tick. "Business," you reply, watching him make his move, meeting his eyes as they narrow in thought at your response. "You're not married?" He asks, raising a brow. Tick. You meet his eyes, noticing that lowered, interested, plotting gaze of his hasn't changed. Tick. "Not the right time. You?" He inhales, nodding. "Not the right time." Tick. You move your piece, he moves his. His eyes narrow in hidden amusement, your eyes search for escape from his probing. Tick. So, you bring an old play to this match. "Your Queen didn't work out?" He stifles a smirk, hiding it behind his large, veiny hands, fingers gliding across his jaw in a manner that has you fighting your own mind. "Queen didn't work out." You smile softly, your conversation secret from the ears of the crowd watching you play. Code words. Just how it was in university when you used the chess club as your midnight rendezvous to... play with each other. You smirk softly as you move a piece. "You like to repeat after me too?" "Mmm..." he hums, eyes on your movements. "So you do play." Tick. Silence sits as the two of you play. The audience watches, not too invested since this is unofficial, but clearly find the idea of an unknown woman playing a young master to be interesting. He leans back in his chair, his eyes more keen in understanding your actions than your moves. His shirt hangs loosely, fitted pants folding tightly at the way his legs spread as he sits. Electricity would spark amongst the two of you, with each little glance. Heck, at this point, you're playing mind games, not chess. "...Blue night?" He asks, out of the blue, mid match. The simple words demanding your attention. Code words. Surprise turns into subtle amusement as the corners of your lips twitch into a subtle smirk. See, in the old chess room, the one on the 4th floor the chess club only used during summer due to lack of heating, the ceiling was made of glass tiles. Like a greenhouse, or a penthouse, depending on who you ask. The glass tiles were a glossy cerulean; teal when illuminated by the sun, blue when illuminated by the moon. And, within this old chess room, at night, is when the two of you would have your secret matches, away from Vincent's Queen, away from your Knight, away from any pawns. With only the two of you left to this wicked game. You place your piece, and stop the timer. "Blue moon." (PS: Love the playiiiist!)
HOLYYY THIS WAS SO GOOD OMG- the way i pictured everything GAH DAYMMNNNNN😩. THIS WAS IMPRESSIVE.
where are you going??? what's next please I NEED it 😩
you gave me a whole WATTPAD storyyyy- not complaining though
Do it for me - song line 😅
Pov : صوت الموسيقى المرتفع في ذلك المكان لا يجعلك تسمع حتى أفكارك الخاصة ، أجساد تتمال مع الإقاع ببراعة ، في ذلك المكان ذي الإنارة المنخفظة ، أشخاص تصرخ بحماس و تغني و آخرون يقفزون و يتمايلون بأجسادهم حدّ التلاحم برقصات قذرة .. أشخاص يتقرّبون من آخرين و صفقات قذرة تقام تحت الطاولات ، كانت هي تجلس أمام البار تحتسي شرابها ببطء شديد كأن حياتها متوقفة في ذلك السائل الاذع الذي إستقر بين أناملها و نظراتها الفارغة مصوبة إلى اللامكان لم ترمش و كأنها إن فعلت ستبتلعها أفكارها السوداء ، ملامحها الهادئ لا توحي بتلك العواصف التي تقام داخلها ، أطلقت نفسا متثاقلا كأنها تحمل هموم الدنيا فوق أكتافها ، لم تكن في حياتها إمرأة ضعيفة فالضعف أعلن تبرأه منها أمام عظمتها ،لم تكن من ذلك النوع من النساء اللاتي تختبىء من الحياة بل هي تقطع الروؤس و تظعها أمام عتبة باب صاحبها إن لم تنحني في حضورها ، لم تشعر بأظافرها التي غرستها بقوة في كف يدها المقبوضة بغضب عظيم لتدمي ذلك السائل الدافئ ، كم كرهت أفكارها و تمنت لو تستطيع أن تطفء دماغها و لو لدقائق فقط ، وضعت كأسها الفارغ لتطلب آخر لعله يساعد في إخماد ذلك الحريق داخلها لكنها لم تلبث أن يلامس كرزتيها إلا و يد إمتدت من خلفها تقتلع المشروب بهدوء لتقطب حاجبيها بإنزعاج و تخرج سلاحها من تحت فستانها الذي يعانق منحنيات جسدها ببراعة مشهرة به مستعدة لتفجير رأس أيا كان من تجرأ مخترقا مساحتها الشخصيّة لتسقط تعابر الغضب و تحتل تقاسيم وجهها ملامح التفاجوء ، و ليجزء لا يتجزء من الثواني ظهر الألم و الغضب في عينيها و مشاعر أخرى نجحت في تخبأتها ببراعة لتنزل سلاحها و تثبته أعلى فخذها من جديد، تابعته بزمردتيها حين جلس بهالته التي تصرخ قوة و عضمة ، كانت تراقب كل حركة يقوم بها كأنه فريستها هذه الليلة لكنها تعلم أنه الصياد وهي أضحيته بلا شك ، جلس في المقعد بجانبها يحتسي من الكأس الذي أخذه منها ، مصوبا نظراته نحوها لتبتلع ريقها ببطء لإحساسها بإختناق عضيم كأنه بوضع عينيه السوداء الحادة صوبها وضع سيفيه على رقبتها يأمرها بالحراك لتنحر ، لم يتكلم أي منهما بل كانت تظراتهما لبعض تكفلت بالحوار تقدم جالسا أقرب لتقتحم رائحته الممتزجة برائحة السجائر رأتيها فتضعف و ترتخي أعضاؤها المشدودة ، رب السماوات يعلم كم تكره جسدها الذي يخونها بحضوره ، و كم كانت ممتنة لصوت الموسيقى العالي الذي غطى على صوت دقات قلبها الصاخبة الذي يهدد بالخروج من مكانه في أي لحظة كانت تمرر بصرها على كل إنش من جسده ، بداية من شعره الغرابي المصفف ببراعة إلى عينيه البنية التي دائما ما تحمل الحدّة فيهما كأنهما لم تعرفى اللين قط، إلى شفتيه المرسومة بدقة التي لطالما أرادت تذوقهما بإستماتة و أخيرا إلى ملابسه السوداء التي تعانق جسده الصخم ببراعة لتقبض على فكّها بغضب لتلك الأفكار البريئة التي تسللت لعقلها القذر ليظهر شبح إبتسامة عابثة مزينة ثغره فينطق أخير بصوته العميق الذي بعثر مشاعرها بقوة " إن كنت تحاولين قتل نفسك بالشرب فخذي لك مشروبا أقوى " قال بسخرية لترفع حاجبها بإستنكار ، هي لم تشرب الكثير ، فقط بضعة كؤوس ، و ببضعة كؤوس أقصد عشرون و أخذ منها كأسها الواحد و العشرين لتطلق زفيرا محاولة منها إعادة رباط جأشها فتجيبه ببرود غطى نبرتها " ربما في المرة القادمة " قالت كلماتها واقفة مستعدة إلى الرحيل ، فهي أتت إلى هذا المكان بسببه ، بسبب تلك المشاعر اللعينة التي نمت داخلها ، تلك المشاعر التي كرهتها ، و رفضها عقلها لكن جسدها اللعين و قلبها الألعن إتحدا ضده لتغدو ضعيفة ، كانت مشوشة الذهن فلم تشعر بقبضته القويه التي أمسكت يدها ليرجعها مكانها بعنف لكن ليس للحد الذي سيألمها ، هربت شهقة بين كرزتيها بتفاجأ لحركتها المباغتة ، ليمسك فكها بيده الأخرى و يقول بغضب " لماذا تتهربين مني ؟" لتفلت وجهها من بين براثنه بغضب أقوى ، لأنك لعين تسببت بمرض في قلبي ، لأنك تشتتني بوجودك ، لأن جسدي الخائن يكون عبدا بين يديك و لو طلبت أن أركع لك سيفعل وحده دون تردد ، لأنني أخاف أن أنظر داخل عينيك اللعينة فترى ضعفي و تفضح مشاعري اللعينة ، لأنني لو نظرت إلى عينيك التي سلبت أنفاسي لأكثر من ثانيتين سيطفأ صوت المنطق و تصرغ غرائزي مطالبة بك ، أرادت قول هذا ، أرادت الصراخ به و مطالبته بتبرير تلك المشاعر المريضة لكنها لم تفعل بل إكتفت بإشاحة بصرها بعيدا ، دام صمت مميت رغم الصخب و الفوضى من حولهما ، كأنهما إنفصلا عن العالم ، هو ينتظر إجابتها و هي تفكر في كيفية الهرب من هذه الورطة لم تتحرك و لم تقل شيء لعشر دقائق كامل كانت هادءة تصوب أنظارها إلى طاولة البار كأنها أهم إختراعات العصر ، جسدها تصلب مكانه و روحها إنفصلت عن جسدها ليقتحم صوته المخملي الثقيل خلوة أفكارها " عينيك اللعينة تضعينها صوب عينيا و عندما أكلمك تجبينني فلا أريد أن أفقد لعنتي عليك " قال كلامه ببطء آمرا لترفع عينيها صوبه آليا و تطلق زفيرا مرهقا مرجعة شعرها الأسود القصير إلى الخلف بإهمال لتسقط بعض الخصلات المتمردة على وجهها الحاد فتقرر أن تنظر و ليحرق الكون اللعين ، فليشعد الرب أنها حاولت ، حاولت كثيرا لترفع زمرديتها صوب سودويتاه سامحة بمشاعرها بالخروج ، ثوان من الصوت ، ثوان فقط لتلين ملامحة المنقبظة ، لقد فهم ، سمحت له بالفهم و أجابته عن الكثير من الأسئلة ، هربها منه لسنوات علم سببه ، تغيرها و جفاؤها تجلهه علم سببه ، محاولاتها الفاشلة في قتله الكثير من المراة علم سببها ، إختنقت و رغب مميمة في التدخين إعترتها ، أرادت قتل نفسها بجديّة قالت ولم تنزع عينيها من خاصته " هل تملك سيجارة ؟" لم يجبها بل أدخل يده داخل جيوب سترته الفاخرة ليخرج لها مبتغاها ، فأمسكتها واضعة إياها بين شفتيها مستنشقة سمّها بإستماتة كأن حياتها متوقفة في تلك السيجارة و عندما وقفت مستعدة للرحيل ، أمسكها للمرة الثانية هذه الليلة ساحبا إياها لتقع جالسة فوق رجليه ساحبا إياها في قبلة لتسقط السيجارة من بين يديها بصدمة و عقلها توقف للحظات قبل أن يستوعب ما حصل لتبادله القبلة ، قبلة وضعت فيها كامل مشاعرها ، قبلة عنيفة جامحة ، لتفصلها لحاجت رأتيها اللعينة للأكسجين ، كم أرادت قتله ، كم أرادت وضع الرصاص في قلبه اللعين لعل رأية جسده بلا روح لعل مشاعرها العاهرة تختفي لكنها شهقت متمسكة برقبتها عندما أخذها على حين غرة متوجا بها إلى خارج المكان ، لفتح باب سيارته ويضعها مكانها ثم يتوجه إلى مقعد السائق مغادرا المنطقة بأكملها بسرعة جنونية.
التكملة؟🥹
*sniff sniff* I smell the ✨Wattpad✨ writes in chat…😏
She held her breath as he moved closer to her, so slowly it reminded her of a panther about to strike. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to hold back the shakiness behind the words. "You're about to find out," he growled. She backed away from him, knowing it had been a long time coming. Knowing that she wanted this, yet the idea of it was terrifying. He was tall, dark and handsome, everything she wasn't used too. He stopped an inch in front of her, taking care not to press himself against her, but he leaned his arm against the wall. Down his eyes caressed her body. The tiny black dress he made her wear to dinner, the lack of underwear, everything, she did everything he asked of her, yet she was terrified. Closer, his free hand moved against the side of her body, feeling every curve, every crevice. Her breathing was rapid now, heart rate loud enough that it was hard to hear the low moan he made as his hand found it's way between her legs. He could feel her, every, little bit of her. If she didn't want him so badly, she would die of embarrassment, but she did. She wanted him and with his hand, his fingers, feeling everything.. He knew. His head angled until he was breathing against her neck, "you devilish little thing."
OMG, THAT'S PERFECT! OMG
damn
"The glass breaks loudly, but painlessly. The heart breaks silently and very painfully. As the loudest sounds are the inaudible ones, the most painful wounds are the invisible ones. And, as broken pieces remain from the glass, tears remain from the man." Dear friends, Yesterday I published the first chapter of my first book on Wattpad. It will be enemies to lovers topic, but it's not what you're expecting 🤭. It will have a lot of sadness, passionate love, and poetry. I promise I won't disappoint you 😊🫶🌹. ANGIETHEAUTHOR THE ETERNAL FIRE
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Translation (Italian to English) Tesoro = sweetheart Mia Regina = My Queen Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso. = find out on Google translate ;) There he was. Zack Summers. I held my gun, aiming it slowly. I bit my tongue, I could do this, right? Don't get me wrong, this is not my first murder, but I used to know Zack Summers. Or at least I thought I did. Ever since he killed my mother I hated him. He was her doctor, couldn't he Save her? I shakily brought the gun to the left, aiming it for his head. I sigh, dropping my gun to the side. I cant do this. A part of me knows I cant. The other part is yelling at me to press the trigger. "Well, well, well Tesoro." A deep voice chuckles from behind me. Zach. "Summers what the fuck are you doing here?!" I pull my gun back up and aim it at him. If that's Zack then who's- Holy shit. Its a trap, its a fucking trap. I press my back against the wall. "Its my house. My room. My bed," he tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow, his Adams apple bobbing. "So you must be my woman?" He smirks, the shadow consuming half of him. "What are you on? I am not one of your hoes." I whisper, my gun still facing him. "Relax Tesoro." He laughs, "So, why didn't you pull the trigger." He asks. My heart bangs against my chest. "I was aiming." I say firmly, obliviously lying. "I'm not stupid, Amelia." He says. "Well you learn something everyday." I mutter, holding the gun higher to match his chest. "Stop lying, would you? Its getting quite annoying. Now answer my question, why didn't you shoot." "I-I wanted to get you in the perfect position." I lie. Zack inches closer, he grabs my chin. "Don't lie to me." He whispers before kissing me. Its embarrassing how much he has an effect on me. I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer. He pulls away, "What a liar. If I recall correctly, you didn't want to be one of my... Hoes." "Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, pushing him away and crossing my arms. "Well Amelia, you are under my roof." "So?" "So, your mine until you leave." He chuckles, grabbing my waist. "I hate you." I whisper. "Again with the lies, Mia Regina." He mutters, caressing my lower lip with his thumb. "Ti amo Amelia. Sei mio, che tu lo sappia o no, sei sempre stato mio. Fin da quando ti ho visto quando eravamo bambini, sapevo che saresti stato mio. Mi arrenderei ad ogni alba solo per assistere al calore del tuo sorriso." He whispers before kissing me. I want this, I want him.
pov writers I love you
Why are people writing smut in the comments… I mean I’m here for it but why
POV: "I want you to please me." said Alex. He had been going through some shitty things and hurting her gave him the joy he needed. They looked straight at each other Brianna was already thinking of ways that could hurt him back. "I'm not doing it, forget it, "she snapped at him, breaking the awkward silence. Holding her waist pulling her in," I don't remember giving you a choice, "he smirked then continued placing his drink down, "what I say is the LAW." There was a brief silence and finally to break it he gave her a deep kiss.
Timestampssss 0:00 : Chase Atlantic-Okay 5:09 : The Weekend-High For This 7:47 : OZZIE-FREZN (I think) 11:58 : Chase Atlantic-Into It 14:54 : The Weekend-Call Out My Name 18:48 : The Weekend-I Was Never There 22:53 : The Weekend-Wicked Games Awesome Playlist!!! Lemme know if I did anything wrong!
Sold me at chase Atlantic
Hooked from the first song.
🎧🎶📍 Time-Stamps 📍🎶🎧 #1 - 00:00 | Chase Atlantic - Okay #2 - 03:32 | The Weeknd - High for This #3 - 07:36 | OZZIE, Tefflon Sega - FRZZN #4 - 11:41 | Chase Atlantic - Into It #5 - 14:57 | The Weeknd - Call Out My Name #6 - 18:47 | The Weeknd - I Was Never There #7 - 22:49 | The Weeknd - Wicked Games Third time making a timestamp for a playlist. Not too sure about the sources of the music (songs & artists), but hopefully, the sources are accurately correct. Note: If any of you know the sources accurately, feel free to copy-paste mine & revise wherever required. Enjoy this amazing playlist!
POV: You are have rough s*x post-breakup🔥🔥
I-🧍🏻♀️The Weeknd and Chase Atlantic are just the kings of seggsual tension ngl
i can't choose between them
This was way too good
why are all the men in the pictures high-key bricked up 💀💀
thats what i'm saying
Imagine: Your in the club swaying the music reverberating in your bones your eyes closed. You open them and you make eye contact with the man across the room and smirk you lift your finger beckoning him on over. Soon both of you are getting hot and sweaty on the dance floor and in a husky place he tells you to come over to his place. The next morning you sneak out as the sun rays break the sky.
i was today years old when i found out that chase atlantic made okay after saying it was a korean artist that made it then went to look up where hes from and hes from AUSTRILA ( dont qute me on my spelling aight i know the shiz spelt wrong)
I'm DISAPPOINTED in the lack of pov writers.
Same😂
Devouring this playlist
It starts with chase Atlantic? I’m in love, I sub, I replay playlist
😂they hella missunderstood
"high for this" the weeknd story : You were so high. Alcohol was no good for you, and you knew it, but you decided to not care for this time. Your roomate was looking at you, not even having fun when he was the one who decided to go there. Damn, how you hated him. Why wasn't he letting you have fun? You kept dancing, drinking, until a man came up to you. "you look hot. Wanna spend the night with me?" This guy was also very drunk. Your roomate, Xyn, was staring. His eyes were freeing such a rage. The man started touching you. Too much for Xyn. He approached you two, pushed the man, and grabbed your wrist "you fucking piss me off." He said with his deep voice. Too drunk to even walk, he had to carry you. Xyn was certainly mad, but he did not seem ashamed of you, as every other man would be for carrying a drunk person like you. Carefully, he put you in his black BMW. He got in the car, and for the whole way home, he had his attention on you. Xyu knew he had to care more about the road, caused by the missing sun, but you seemed more important. "-Hey, you're never getting drunk again after that. -hmmm... -can't even talk..." He sighed, and you two arrived home. Again, he carried you, and put you in your bed. He took off your clothes, you were not able to move. Or was it on purpose? He was so careful, and was trying not to look. He put a blanket on you. "-wait. He turned back to you, and you got up, walking towards him. -why do you care so much ? He looked away. You were right, he never took care of someone as he did with you. After thinking, he answered. -You are so drunk. I wouldn't just leave you there- -No, no. Even before, before the man came up to me : you were staring. And why get so mad to a man talking to me ? -.... -Jealousy? -Never. -I dont believe you. -I don't care. -You do. -Shut up. He said, getting mad. -No. -hmph... -Admit it. -Shut up! -No. -... He seemed like he was pushing something inside him so it never goes out, he did not seem like he could hold it for long. You got closer, and whispered in his ear 'admit it'." That was too much. He pinned you to the wall "i am not fucking jealous." He was breathing so heavily. Such a warm breath. Your lips and his were so close... Too close to be normal... He wouldn't hold it any longer. "Damn you." He grabbed both your wrists and put them above your head, and kissed you so passionately. Like he loved you. His free arm went around your waist, and pushed you closer to him. "You'll never forget that." He said between two kisses, his hand sliding down...
god damn.
Gurl just write a wattpad already 😭
oh my
DAMN BRO
This playlist is so good😩🤧✨❤
BACK OFF
Chase Atlantic is mine!!!
Ahem pov people where are you?!
Making one rn :)
right here, Sir
TIMESTAMPS😻😻 00:00 - okey - chase atlantic 3:30 - high for this - the weeknd 7:36 - frzzn - ozzie 11:40 - into it - chase atlantic 14:57 - call out my name - the weeknd 18:48 - i was never there - the weeknd 22:49 - wicked games - the weeknd
men
The men in the pictures OMG 😅🥰
where did you get each of the pictures? I wish to use them as references for future art and to maybe take pics like this.
Pinterest. I just looked for Draco Malfoy from fanfics and run into these gorgeous men))
Teflon and Ozzie being here makes this playlist even better!!😩
😮 y😮😮😮😮😮 😮😮 7 😮 😮 y 😮 😮 y y 7 😮😮 😮 7y 😮 😮 7 😮 😮