#freaky ass lyrics

[autieofthevalley]

The english version of Ice On My Teeth is definitely something 😃 that's freaky again (even worst now)

[goncharov-propaganda-factory]

someone just COMBINED talking heads and the mountain goats and this is my new favorite thing

[hyugahell]

hiashi how do you feel about the song pony by ginuwine? :)

Hiashi, squinting: ...That song isn't about a pony, I just know it.

[changkis]

i just got filled with terror what if we get another thotty eye em song now that hes alone in mx🙁

[delusionaldeadgirl]

Adore Me

Spencer Reid x famous singer!reader

Summary: Spencer takes his friends to see his girlfriend at her live show in DC. He didn’t realize she was going to play a specific song about him that has him blushing and his friends joking about it

a/n: This is a random draft based on Juno by Sabrina Carpenter. It’s not chronological with the other one I posted. Nice comments are appreciated lol.

Spencer sat in the dimly lit venue next to his friends. The buzz of excitement filled the air as the crowd eagerly awaited performance of famous singer Y/N—who just so happened to be his girlfriend.

As the lights went down, the audience erupted in cheers. His heart raced as he looked at his friends. They were genuinely excited, especially Penelope. She had been talking about this ever since Spencer asked them all to come.

When Y/N stepped into the spotlight, wearing a stunning outfit that sparkled in the stage light, Spencer was left speechless. Her voice flowed through the crowd, captivating the crowd, mostly filled by young women. He couldn’t help but smile watching her interact with her fans.

Then she started singing one of her newest songs, one Spencer was surprised by when it started playing. One of Y/N’s most suggestive songs, obviously about him.

“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing. Oh yeah you just get it.”

“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit. God bless your dad’s genetics”

Spencer blushed. Side eyeing Derek already knowing the look on his face and the playful banter that was to come. It was obvious to the whole room what the innuendos implied.

Derek leaned over, grinning. “Your girlfriend is something else, Reid. You sure you can handle all that?” Spencer stuttered trying to form a rebuttal but he like Emily always said “And just like that, IQ 187 is slashed to 60”.

The song progressed. Getting more and more suggestive making Spencer more and more bashful.

“I know you want my touch for life.”

“If you love me right then who knows? I might let you make me Juno”

His colleagues kept looking at him, trying to suppress their laughter at his reaction. “Looks like someone’s blushing” Emily joked.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love.”

“Oh, late at night I’m thinking ‘bout you, ah”

“Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

Y/N gets down on her elbows and knees looking directly at Spencer with a suggestive smile on her face.

“Have you ever tried this one?”

Spencer immediately buried is face in his hands. His friends hooting and cheering before they turned to look at his reaction. It was both thrilling and mortifying watching his girlfriend exude such confidence on stage. Thrilling because of how talented she is, mortifying because of how his friends were looking at him right now.

The song started to slow down a little, getting to the bridge. The most direct lyrics about to be sang. He was not mentally prepared for this.

“Adore me. Hold me and explore me.”

Y/N began to slowly walk over to the side of the stage facing Spencer.

“Mark your territory.”

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one”

She sang making direct eye contact with him. He was so done. The team’s genius swore he was brain dead by how entranced he was by her.

“Adore me. Hold me and explore me.”

She sang again as she got down on her knees once more. Laying on her back suggestively.

“I’m so fucking horny.”

At this point the whole audience could tell who she was performing this song for.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one”

She sang one last time before getting back on and proceeding with the rest of the show.

Not only were Spencer’s friends speechless, but for what felt like the first time ever, so was he.

When the show ended, the crowd erupted in cheers once more as Y/N bowed, her eyes searching for Spencer in the crowd. The moment she spotted him, her expression softened, and she smiled excitedly.

After the show, Spencer approached her, still flushed. "You were amazing," he managed to say, his voice slightly shaky. "Thanks, babe! Did you enjoy it?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eye. “Uh yeah” he stuttered. “Maybe a little bit too much” Derek interjected with a laugh.

Y/N laughed, stepping closer. “You know, I was thinking about that song…”

Spencer swallowed hard, antsy to figure out where this was going. “Yeah?” he asked. “Maybe we can recreate it later” she whispered, winking at him.

His heart raced at her suggestion, and he felt both flattered and flustered. "I'd like that," he replied, unable to suppress his cheeks blushing even harder.

“So how about some after show drinks?” she suggested to the group. They all erupted in cheers of agreement.

As they walked out of the venue, Derek whispered to Penelope “I didn’t think Spencer watched anything but documentaries. How does he know what Juno is?” She just laughed shrugging her shoulders.

[p3ndeja6]

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skz x fem! reader

megan thee stallion songs (lyrics) inspired

content: porn without plot, ok maybe semi-plot, p in v, unprotected, creampie (hella), switch, dom, sub, established and non established relationships, jealousy, infidelity (Lee know part), and some other freaky stuff that I can’t remember, freaky in general

a/n: finally got this shit out the archives, lowkey ass but I’ve been out this game for like months so..

word count: 2.6k

lazily-proof read

Hyung line

BangChan

big ole freak

“I wanna fuck in the mirror, I like to look at your face when you in it”

it’s been hours already and you and bangchan are still going at it. not sure what lead to this part but it’s still going.. at this point, movements had gradually took you over by the vanity, a large brown mirror that 180 the entire room. Currently in front of it, tears streaming down your face as you refuse to look at the way chan had your hair in his hand pulling on it

skin clapping against your ass, holding onto the edge of the drawer. Moaning and whining at the feeling of how chan was giving no mercy. He laughed in a low tone, almost condescending.

“Cmon pretty, look up, see how you fall apart for me” he grunts pulling your hair for you to look at yourself in the mirror, you give in and open your eyes, looking at how pathetic you looked under his grip. You yelped at the tug, panting and feeling the heat of embarrassment rise up to your ear tips.

“atta girl, so beautiful, you look so perfect-“ he pushes himself harder, making you moan and lean against the drawer, “- crying for me, pleading with those big eyes of yours”

“fuck chan-“ you moan out “kiss me please” you whimpered quietly. He loved dominating you but melted like butter when you talked to him like that when all he did was murder your pussy. He grabs your chin nicely, making you turn to him almost at an uncomfortable angle. He kisses you so passionately, moving his tongue across your lips, allowing him to get access now inside your mouth. Getting nasty and sloppy.

You were starting to feel that knot in your stomach tighten, you let go of the kiss and make your head fall back down. concentrating on keeping it in, “my pretty girl wants to come already?” you let out a cry whimper, his soft dominate voice pushing you to the edge. quietly, almost lower then a whisper. “please.. please” he chuckled, knowing exactly what you meant

his hands that were placed on your hips, now grip even hard, holding you so steady, almost as if you were inanimate. the sticky,sweaty,skin slapping against each other. The way you can feel him pound into you as his balls smack against your ass.

“I’m so-so close baby” he whines, turning submissive. You bit your lip, knowing when he begins to falter that dominate persona, it breaks you. You prop your elbows up to look at you and chan from the mirror, biting you lip.

"me too baby, please come for me, i want it inside" you whimpered. Looking at him through the mirror, smirking, hair sticking to your face.

that was his breaking point because he gripped you sides so hard, pounded into you a couple of times and then released inside your cunt. you following right after.

holding you in place as you both try to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulled out slowly, almost as if it hurt both of you, leaving you empty, feeling the warm liquid drip down the back of your thigh.

you finally are back to reality and your legs gave out, you hold onto the dresser again.

chan quickly holds on to you, chuckling.

“I got you baby”

Minho

Thot Shit

"He got a girl, but he begging to see me"

It’s been months since Minho cut you off. You guys were just friends with benefits and he saw you nothing more than that. You had some unresolved feelings for him but it never came to mind as much until after he cut you off. Told you it was over because he, quote

“found someone new, someone worth it”

ouch…

obviously you had no other choice but to move on.. technically..

He was never technically your boyfriend to begin with. So you had no right to feel upset, though you wished he saw you as “worth it”

On a random Thursday night, around 11:26 pm, you were feeling quite mischievous, you were starting to miss Minho, missing his touch, his dick, all of it

You knew he had a girlfriend but you honestly didn’t give a fuck. you started to send explicit pics to Minho on random hours of the night..

at first he never answered, until you sent him a video of you and someone else, quick video of the other guy fucking into you senseless.. though that video was quite old, you knew you had to pull it out the archives to make Minho break.

which he did… he broke…

“what the fuck y/n????”

“my bad”

a few weeks later since that text, he never replied and you thought that was the end of it. you decided maybe it was time to move on, or what not.

though you didn’t try to but the feeling of moving was there.

It was 11:16pm on a Thursday night, you were in your living room, freshly showered, watching a Disney original movie. Living in serenity in the comfort of your home. Until there was a knock on your door

you didn’t plan to invite anyone over, so you were cautious when checking the peephole. To your surprise it was Minho. you weren’t sure whether to be excited or nervous, because it’s been months since you’ve seen him last.

you opened the door and and quirked an eyebrow to him standing there in front of your door. you wanted to laugh but kept it in

“can I help you?” you said teasingly, he looked up at you, eyes dark, full of desire, temptation.. “yeah you can actually” you look at him giving him a subtle look of surprise. “I need you… I needed to see you… please”

“In what way” “you know what way”

he comes in your apartment, closing the door, looking at you so full of temptation.

“you know you shouldn’t be here, you got a girlfriend now, she can fill in these desires for you”

“she doesn’t feel the same as you” he doesn’t say more but just goes straight towards you, smashing his lips against yours. you were surprised by his move, but you didn’t take too long to react to his kiss

lips moving hungrily, Minho holds you tight, guiding you towards your bedroom, his feet almost moving in muscle memory.

he pushes you down in your bed, looking down at you, his eyes practically x-rays looking through your clothes.

in a quick swift motion, he takes your sleeping shorts of, small scoff comes out of him when he sees you weren’t wearing any panties.

“naughty girl…” he smirked.. caresses your thighs, rubbing them until his hands lead him to your wet, thumping cunt.

You were getting hot, missed this.. you missed him.. his fingers brush against yours wet folds, giving them gently swipes. Your breath hitching, making your head fall back, while you hold yourself with your elbows.

his fingers creep inside of you, making you let out a moan. he smiles, pumping his fingers deeper, and faster. The welching of your pussy making it clear in the already quiet room, with the distant sound of the Disney original you were watching in the living room still going.

your thin tank top sliding down making your tits pop out, having to hold onto something, you grab one and squeeze needing more sensations. he leans over to look down at you. “look at me” he says, moving his free hand to grab your chin. “I wanna see your face when my fingers make you cum”

this was sending you over, his fingers going at a dangerous speed, angling his fingers, hitting that gushy spot real good. Moving one of your free hands to grip his shoulder, your jaw dropping open, letting out desperate whiny moans.

you felt that knot getting tight, “Minho… fuck…please.. I’m gonna-” “let go"

with that, he takes his fingers off quickly, making you whine out loud from the emptiness of his fingers, you look at him and he was unbuckling his jeans quickly to take out his dick out.

“fuck… sorry but I need to be inside of you” he positioned himself in front of you, not waiting one second to go faster. Pounding in you, holding your hands down, looking down at you.

“I ain’t… fuck… I ain’t forget about that…video you sent…”

you were too dumb fucked to try to remember what the hell he was talking about. his voice more stern “hey look at me….you let… some guy fuck.. you like that?” He says in between thrusts.. each sentence would pound you harder, emphasizing his anger for you being with some other guy like that

“this is…. my pussy… I don’t share” He kept pushing himself harder, breathing heavily by your ear. You felt that tip hit your spot so good. Making your legs wrap around his waist. Wanting him so much closer.

“fuck… what..mmh…about it?” you knew this would get him more worked up. “what about it?… imma show you what I’m about”

his hips snapping against you, the skin slapping, and the wet welching sounds being louder then the actual tv.

gripping his back, nails scratching him all his backside. You were breathing heavily, moaning into his ear. “I’m gonna… Minho..” “me..too”

“do it inside me..”

Changbin

Ungrateful

“Legs to the head of the bed ‘cause I’m flexible”

Changbin just came from the gym, all sweaty and hot. You expected him to hop (cameo) in the shower when he got home but the first thing he did was go towards you and attacking you with desperate,needy kisses

you knew where these kisses lead you guys.

“Mm.. fuck.. you feel so good.. but I need more of you”

he says as he pushes your legs over his shoulders. Balls deep. You were a moaning mess, gripping onto the headboard.

headboard hitting the wall rhythmically, denting the wall in that one same spot over again.

pornographic moans coming out that pretty mouth he loves so much.

“god baby… you’re taking me..so mm.. so well” he says gripping onto your hips, brusiningly good. No thought was going on in your head.

“mm bin.. fuck.. right there!” you cried out

he couldn’t help himself, his speed making you get light headed. He kept pushing your legs further up,taking his so well. His fat tip hitting your spot so deliciously good, every thrust he makes, letting out a whiny moan.

gripping his broad,strong shoulder; you were close. “Bin.. gonna..” “hold it”

he wasn’t done with you yet. you cried out a moan. You didn’t know how much you had left to hold it. your stomach started to cramp by the pressure of his strong body leaning over you, pushing your legs further.

the creaky bed springs getting louder with every movement on the bed. headboard hammering into the wall.

“look at me baby, let me see how pretty you look while deep inside you”

you looked at him, doe, glossy, eyes looking up at him. mouth open as you moan out his name. you’re hands now holding onto your thighs. he looked so pretty as he fucked deep into you

“I’m so in love with you” he thrust harder

“I love you I love you” you cried out, like a prayer

he smiled down at you, those words pushing him closer to the edge, his hips getting sloppier

you knew he was close to his climax

“let me do it inside” he panted out, you shook your head yes immediately, wanting all of him so deep inside you. Didn’t care that you could end up having his baby from this.

“plesee.. do it.. inside of me.. need it inside”

his head falls back as his deep thrusts finish him, shooting his nut inside of you. You followed by squirting all over his cock. letting out the loudest orgasm yet with him. he holds his position a few seconds after you both finish. Slowly putting your legs down.

you wince a bit in pain,he looks at you amused

“you’re so flexible baby”

Hyunjin

crybaby

“moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy”

you don’t do relationships. everyone knew that. as much as you keep telling hyunjin that. He can’t help but keep coming back to you

he begs you for him to let him hit. You’d be lying if you told him you didn’t want him to

He was too fine for you to reject his advances. That because whenever he hits, he gets whiny and desperate for you. begging you to let him nut inside of you. Always end up telling him to nut on your stomach

“mm..fuck.. y/n pleas… let me do it inside”

your back arching back, his long dick all up in your guts. “Mm .. no Hyunjin” you moaned out

he leans over you, next to your right ear, moaning and whining. Praising hold good your pussy feels.

“fuck y/n..you feel so good..” he couldn’t help himself but slide his fingers from your stomach down to your clit. rubbing it as he’s balls deep inside you. the overstimulation getting to you. Head getting dizzy, feeling so good.

“fuck hyunnie” you moaned out, arching your back all the way. His other arm holding onto you as your back is arched, angling you as he fucks you, and rubs you good. Your arms cover your eyes, feeling that feeling in your stomach get tight.

he thirsts harder and faster, he looks down at your fucked out state. Watching your titties bounce a bit from his thrust movements. Mesmerized by how you looks so ethereal like this, letting him do this to you. He felt good knowing that you don’t do relationships, let alone let some guy fuck you the way he is.

he loves you but he has never said anything. You’ve made it clear that you don’t do boyfriends, all is casual. Though since you two started fucking, to him it felt like more then casual. hang outs feel like dates, nights like these feel more then just fucking to him

the pleasure was getting too much too you, you were so close. He felt how close you were by the squeeze you did on his cock. moaning out loud at the feelings of you squeezing harder on him.

he loved your pussy, he loves eating it, fucking it, fingering it, all of it.

“mm.. so.. so close hyunnie” you let out. You were so drunk on his cock you didn’t even know what you said within the few seconds.

“fuck Hyunjin..” gripping onto him as he pounds harder.

“nut in me… i need all of you inside”

this set him off completely, pounder ungodly fast. Quickly busting his seed deep inside of you, you following after cumming all on his dick, moaning so loud, still heavy in endorphins

“fuck.. I love you” you say heavy breathing, trying to catch your breath.

he freezes and looks at you, seeing how pretty you look in the sex glow. Baby hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead, chest falling up and down from you trying to catch your breath. your legs were shaking at this point.

you pull him towards you, kissing him passionately. You’ve never done that before after sex. This kiss felt more then after other times you’ve guys fooled around.

felt real, more feelings were being said with this kiss. He didn’t hesitate but kissed you back, holding your head with his hand, expressing his true feelings to you.

“I love you too”

[xxgoldie]

mature / explicit - minors dni! lycaon x reader, afab!reader, kind of a song fic, established relationship, making out, marking, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned mating press

thinking about lycaon, coming home to the apartment you share to find you singing and dancing to 'juno' as you cleaned. you always insisted on doing most of the cleaning - unconventional or not, his job was still in housekeeping. but right now, you were doing more performing than cleaning, a water bottle becoming your microphone as you pranced around the kitchen.

i hear you knocking, baby, come on up

ironically, you didn't notice when your boyfriend slipped into the apartment. moving in silence was a skill he had honed so well it had become habit - he tended to announce himself when he entered a room to avoid startling you, but this time he just couldn't help but keep quiet and watch, as improper as it probably was.

it was cute, he thought, the little show you were putting on for your imaginary audience. but as he clued into the lyrics more, he started finding it a little more than cute.

one of me is cute, but two though?

lycaon bit back an instinctive growl at the thought. he knew you were just singing along to a song, but it wasn't like this was the first time the idea of a family with you had crossed his mind. it was definitely something he wanted, at some point down the line. a little mini-you running around, maybe while you were pregnant with a second.

can't help myself, hormones are high

the main part of the equation coursing through his brain, though, was getting you pregnant in the first place. hardly a gentlemanly train of thought, but the way you were dancing now was far from innocent. pressing you into the mattress, your thighs against your chest with ankles around his neck, thrusting as deep as he could get until he spilled deep inside you, then doing it again - hell, maybe he should get started on this whole 'family' business sooner. maybe today.

wanna try out some freaky positions?

lycaon watched as you bent over the kitchen table, stretching your upper body across the wood with your ass in the air.

have you ever tried this one?

before he could even think to let you know he was in the room, he was behind you, large clawed hand on your waist and growing bulge against your crotch.

"if memory serves, i believe we have."

you squeaked in surprise before processing that it was him.

"lycaon, you're home!" you laugh lightly. he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your lips that was far too chaste for your current position, "how long were you watching?"

"mm, long enough," his mouth had wandered now, lathering your jaw and neck in soft kisses and light licks, "i apologise for not announcing myself."

"i would suggest you make it up to me," you joke, grinding yourself back against him teasingly, "but it looks like you're already planning on it."

adore me, hold me and explore me

your motion pulled a groan from him that verged on a growl. one of his hands roamed what parts of your body weren't pressed against either the table or his chest, while the other intertwined with one of yours in a distinctly adoring gesture.

mark your territory

the soft ministrations were divulging into small nips, infinitely careful with his sharp teeth to not break skin but definitely leave a mark to admire later.

tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one

growing tired of the restricted position, lycaon leant up, allowing you to turn around and perch on the table before he continued his attention to your neck. you could thread your fingers into his fur now, other hand indulgently feeling up the toned muscle of his upper back.

adore me, hold me and explore me

your legs wound around his hips, grinding against him rhythmically, biting back a moan as his stiffness caught against your clit.

i'm so fucking horny

it almost hurt him to leave the working of your hips as he dropped to his knees, tongue lathing lower skin. pushing your top up, he left marks from just below your breasts down to your waistband, but giving more attention to your stomach than usual. he was almost surprised how riled up it got him, imagining the skin bulging with his baby.

tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one

your eyes widened as your mind connected the dots, the fact that it was more than your dancing to the song and a long day at work that had gotten him in the mood. as if sensing your realisation, lycaon looked up, asking permission with his gaze.

"shit," your voice was breathy, mind racing but unable to find any downsides to the proposition, "shit, yeah. please. please put a baby in me, lycaon."

and that's all he needed to hear.

the world already has many breeding-kink related lycaon fics, but if you put a hot wolf man into the world then you get what you get wc: 801

[spacequokka]

GOT7 Kinks & Turn-Ons

I’m so GOT7 coded rn. Here I go again interpreting birth charts for my own silly pleasure. Take it with a pinch of salt, ahgases. The way this sat in my drafts for over a year yet only took about an hour to finish. I refused to change the pics for the next comeback so here ya go.

Mark || Venus: Leo, Mars: Libra || Turn On: Praise (Receiving)

He’s twinning with Yeosang in that he just wants to hear he’s making you feel good. Like seriously, let him know when he’s hitting the right spot or tell him no one else is as good as he is. Might also dish it right back because he has that kinda vibe. Can be broody if he feels like you’re not matching his level of intensity as far as the relationship goes, which can be cured with some praise and appreciation.

Jaebeom || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Cockwarming

They say stability and trustworthiness are sexy, and Jay B took that personally. He wants to impress you with his endless cool and mature vibes, so when you’re tired of boys, he can be your man. He’s a romantic, so you can expect loads of sweet, traditional gestures. Okay, but what about the Jay B who sang Switch It Up? Read the lyrics. He told us what he likes. So bold. Somewhat traditional, with a bit of spice here and there. After seeing him read mild tame thirst tweets, I truly believe he’d hesitate to try kinky things like choking or spanking, like he just wants to be inside you and hold you close. The promise of the intimacy alone is enough to have him dragging you to bed.

Jackson || Venus: Aries, Mars: Pisces || Kink: Daddy 

If you know me even a little bit you knew this was coming. My GAWD the amount of love and care that seeps from this man’s pores is fucking amazing. He lives to care for and spoil you like no other, wanting to make sure you have everything you could ever need or want. And that translates to his bedroom. Help? This freaky ball of energy is gonna wear you tf out. He legit doesn’t give a fuck how many times you’ve cum, he needs more. Will strive to leave you hoarse from calling him daddy just because he loves to hear you say it. I could write a fucking essay on this istg.

Jinyoung || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Bondage

Another hill I’ll die on. A king in the streets and a control freak in the sheets. Just the thought of tying you down to his bed is enough to get him going. Loves to tease and torture you until you’re begging to be let go or fucked hard. Wanna be a brat? Face down and ass up with your arms secured behind your back. Being inside you is just a bonus at that point. Go ahead and struggle, it’s cute to him. You’ll be crying with relief when he finally gets inside you.

Youngjae || Venus: Leo, Mars: Leo || Turn On: Collaring (Receiving)

“Mars in Leo natives enjoy sex more than most”--say less. So Jae’s freaky af and I will hear none of this pure cinnamon roll slander. Honestly he’s probably as bad as Jay B. So what does this bub like? A collar. Hear me out. Collaring is one of the freakiest things you can do to someone while also showing them how much you care/love them. He just wants to be yours--mind, body, and soul. In return, you get his unconditional love and unwavering loyalty. He doesn’t mind you taking the lead in bed because he trusts you and your judgment. You touching/pulling on his collar makes all the blood in his body rush down south and it doesn’t take long for him to start begging you to ride him.

BamBam || Venus: Taurus, Mars: Virgo || Turn On: Nipple Play (Giving)

After deeming him a boobie lover, I can’t help but see him as a motor boatin’ son of a bitch. Lives to put his face near your chest and play with it. In bed you can bet he’ll be kissing and biting on your nips until you beg him to stop. Once you start that up, he’s eager to get inside of you just to continue doing it so he can feel you squeeze the life outta his dick.

Yugyeom || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Thigh Riding

Lemme be Captain Obvious for a few seconds. You belong on his thigh. He knows it. You know it. So why aren’t you on it? While he loves any form of teasing you, watching you get all worked up to the point of ruining his pants is an experience he can’t live without. It’s lowkey fascinating that it feels that good for you and he barely has to do anything other than force you to keep moving once you reach that peak. His favorite part is watching your cute little face scrunch up as you shiver in his arms. Then he’ll tease you about it while pulling your legs around his waist and unzipping his pants...

[ananxiousgenz]

HEY YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS????? JARTHUR COWBOY AU TIME!!!!!

this one also comes with a bit of info for the beginning:

@percymawce-arts and I have finally given this monster child of ours a name!! from here on out, this fic shall be known as "When the Land was Godless and Free" (a lyric from the song foreigner's god by hozier)!

the chapters we are posting are like. severely out of order. we've just been going crazy behind the scenes (we keep getting good ideas and then discussing/writing them for literal hours, it's a great time). percy basically wrote all of this and i just did some minor edits and left all caps comments screaming about how fucking GOOD this is, so any and all compliments should be directed at him <3

and some trigger warnings: this chapter contains alcohol and some suggestive themes!!

@izel-reblogs and @ellamenop (if you guys want me to stop tagging you please lmk)

“Here’s to John and Arthur! Arthur and John!” Noel shouted, stepping up onto the bar and raising his beer, some of it sloshing over the side of the cup with the motion. “Freaky-ass, sharpshooting, vigilante crime-fighting extraordinaires! Without you two, those gangsters would still be shooting up this charming little town.” He flashed a wink and a gaggle of girls seated behind John giggled. John rolled his eyes. “To John and Arthur!”

“To John and Arthur!” the bar echoed, jovial sounds of conversation and rowdy drinking soon filling the space again. John smiled into his drink, only to choke and nearly fall out of his chair when Noel clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Get ready for a lot of free drinks,” he said, hopping down to the floor. “This town’s full of generous rich folks just waiting for a chance to throw some money around.” 

John groaned. “Does that mean I have to talk to people?”

“I’m afraid so, darlin’,” Noel said, all easy charm and swagger as he leaned up against the bar next to John. “Uh oh. Don’t look now, but there’s one coming up behind you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” John swore under his breath as a young blonde woman in a pink (and startlingly revealing) dress came up to the bar beside him. “That was fast,” he whispered to Noel, who barely managed to hide a snigger.

“Hi!” the woman squealed, her pitch akin to metal nails on glass. John winced. Voice aside, her general disposition was the near equivalent to staring straight into the afternoon sun, and the neon pink of her dress didn’t help matters.

“Can I buy you a drink, cowboy?” she crooned, gently brushing a hand over his shoulder as she smiled far too brightly (the whole blind sharpshooter gig tended to work better when only one of them was blind). 

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh, I don’t-”

“It’s on the house for you, sweetheart. I’ll pay for everything, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. So, how about that drink?” She moved in closer beside him, her hand drifting up his neck and along his jawline. John was only beginning to think of how to politely decline when he felt a looming presence over his shoulder.

“Only if you buy for all of us,” Arthur said, not unkindly. But John had been traveling with him for long enough to recognize the hint of something else beneath the politeness. Not what it was, just that it was there. The woman giggled.

“Well, of course! Anything for our dashing heroes!” John glanced over his shoulder at Arthur. His face was set in stone, watching the woman like a hawk on a rabbit as she slipped a few coins into the bartender’s hand and waited for drinks in return. He looked… tense. Like he was a piece of rope, stretched to the verge of snapping, and if that annoying woman made one wrong move, he would.

Noel raised an eyebrow at Arthur. “You must be a real hit with the ladies,” he murmured into his glass, looking Arthur up and down as he did so. Arthur paid him no mind.

The sunshine woman was not the last to buy them a round of drinks, not by a long shot. Plenty of flirtatious ladies (and a few flirtatious men), thankful patrons and impressed watchmen approached them, hoping to show their gratitude by buying them a shot or a glass of whiskey. Arthur didn’t leave John’s side the whole night, quick to shut down any attempts at seduction by feigning ignorance to the intentions of anyone who approached them. But John knew better. John could see the hard set of his jaw, how he gripped his glass too tightly whenever a scantily clad lady twirled her hair around her finger, or a rambunctious young cowboy leaned too far into John’s personal space. It made John’s heart flutter wildly in his chest. 

The drinks only slowed as the saloon emptied out, leaving Noel, Arthur and John three sheets to the wind, laughing uproariously at something stupid as the morning sun came over the horizon (Oscar had retired hours before, drunker than anyone at the bar much, much faster. Arthur had squeezed his shoulder and bid him goodnight with an expression of concern that made John’s heart clench).

Noel wiped tears from his eyes and looked over John’s shoulder, out the window behind him. When he saw the beginnings of daylight creeping over the horizon, he sighed. (He watched them, Arthur and John, engaged in a quiet but passionate discussion about something he couldn’t parse. They were both flushed and leaning in too close, chuckling at every other word that passed between them, oblivious to the rising sun or the empty saloon or Noel’s hands on their arms, steering them towards their room at the inn upstairs).

John chuckled (he did not giggle, he chuckled) as Noel tossed him into their rented room, with Arthur following soon after. He tripped over a trunk near the foot of the bed on his way in, falling forward onto the mattress with a gentle oof. Arthur laughed at him much too loudly for whatever time it was. 

“Alright, you two,” Noel said, trying to hold back a laugh, “wash up and go to bed. God, I should’ve never given that toast, you’re both insufferable drunks.”

“Oh, shhhhhhh,” Arthur hushed, pulling John out of bed by his wrist. John leaned fully against Arthur in an effort to stay upright. It mostly worked. “You loooooove us,” he laughed. Noel smiled.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes but unable to keep the fond expression off his face. “You keep telling yourselves that.” He wiped his nose and tipped his hat to them. “Goodnight, you two.” Then he closed the door, and it was just them. John and Arthur, Arthur and John. 

“Okay, come on,” John said after a long stretch of silence, inelegantly turning Arthur in the direction of their shared washbasin and mirror. Arthur giggled a bit as John tried to move him forward, mumbling some drinking song under his breath that John didn’t recognize (maybe it’s a British one, John thought lamely). They tripped over each other's feet a few times, but ultimately made it to the edge of the sink without completely falling over. 

When they did, John braced his hands on either side of it with a tired sigh, watching his reflection in the mirror. There was a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead and a flush to his cheeks from the alcohol, but otherwise he seemed in decent condition. A few cuts and scrapes, some new and some old, and his braid was a little out of sorts, but nothing really concerning–

Then all the haziness of the alcohol and the late night was gone because Arthur’s full weight was at his back, his warmth permeating the fabric of John’s shirt and vest. His hot breath fanned across John’s ear and jaw, his eyes fluttering closed with the weight of inebriation. John inhaled shakily, suddenly brought back to shifting bodies and whiskey and fireworks with such vivid clarity it could have been real.

But it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. John was drunk. Arthur was drunk, he could barely stand up straight, for fucks sake. He was just using John for support, falling asleep on his shoulder, and… 

And pressing his nose behind John’s ear, ghosting his lips over the back of his jaw. Breathing his name with a pained expression. John’s own expression matched, half lidded eyes never leaving the mirror, tense and pained and wanting, oh-so deeply, for the one thing he knew he couldn’t have.

Despite himself, John’s eyes slipped closed. His shoulders relaxed, tension leaving his body as Arthur hands came up to rest on his hips. His head tilted, granting Arthur access to more of his jaw and neck. And Arthur took it. He didn’t kiss, but he skimmed. Barely there, almost not real, deniable. Like a spirit. Like a gut feeling. Like instinct.

“John…” Arthur breathed. John felt a shiver work its way down his spine at the sound of Arthur’s voice at the base of his skull, reverberating in his head like it was meant to be there. It took every ounce of will that John had to keep the small moan building in the base of his throat from escaping.

“Arthur,” he answered, voice hoarse and quiet. He wanted to open his eyes. Wanted to see himself in the mirror with Arthur over his shoulder, arms around him, nosing at his neck and shoulder, resisting the urge to press warm kisses into his skin. Or maybe to bite. To draw blood. John had never been shown a difference between violence and love. Maybe they weren’t so different. He hoped so. He wanted… 

He wanted to see the look on Arthur’s face. Would it be like it was that day in the cabin? Shocked and a little confused but mostly needy. Yearning for something. Yearning for John. Or would it be darker? Dark like the clouds before a storm, the kind of storm that drowned you with rain and filled the air with electricity. Would it be dark like he was holding back? Like John was? 

But John didn’t open his eyes, no matter how badly he wanted to know. If his eyes stayed closed, he could pretend Arthur’s gentle, delicate touch wasn’t there at all. Just a taste of something more, enough to leave John wanting. Enough for him to imagine. Enough for it to stay a pleasant, alcohol induced dream. If he opened his eyes it would be real, and it would have to stop. And John did not want it to stop.

“John,” Arthur murmured, his voice just above a whisper now. “Open your eyes.” The timbre of it was deep, so much deeper than John had heard it before. How could he have possibly known? How could he know John so well in so little time? So completely? The moan John was holding on to finally slipped past his lips when Arthurs grip on his waist tightened, ever so slightly. “John,” Arthur choked. 

“I can’t,” John whispered as Arthur’s fingers moved from his hips, leaving a burning heat behind in the shape of Arthur’s palm. They trailed up and up, tugging at the buttons of John’s shirt as they went, making his breath hitch. Up to his open collar, nails dragging across John’s collar bone and hollow of his throat. Until they wrapped ever so gently around his neck, the thumb coming up to guide John’s jaw this way and that. John was breathing hard, now.

“Why?” Arthur asked, pressing himself closer, still, to John. John whined.

“I…” I want to. God, I want to. Make me. “Please, Arthur, don’t make me. Please, just–”

John gasped when he felt Arthur’s teeth scrape lightly over the skin of his neck, his hand flying up to grip Arthur’s hair, his shoulder, something. To hold Arthur. But he was stopped by a strong grip on his wrist, which guided his hand back down to the edge of the sink, holding it there. Pinning it. 

“John,” Arthur whispered. John’s chest was rising and falling like Akke’s after a long sprint, his heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s. Arthur’s thumb caressed his knuckles, white with the strength of his grip on the sink.

“Please,” they said at the same time. John’s brow furrowed, his lips hung parted in anticipation. His mind swung wildly from the present, between Arthur and the mirror with a hand around his throat, to the cabin, pressing Arthur to the wooden floor, pinning his wrists above his head. The burning momentum between them suddenly halted by John’s fear, like a landslide on the track before a train. Now the train was out of control again, brakes screeching against wheels that just wouldn’t stop, sparks flying. Sparks like fireworks. Sparks like live wires. Sparks like exploding gunpowder.

But then the warmth at his back was gone. Along with it the hand at his throat and the one  pinning his own to the sink. The teeth at the junction of his neck and shoulder and the hot breath on his skin vanished, leaving only a stark coldness where they’d been before. John sighed, whether in relief or disappointment he didn’t know, and opened his eyes.

The flush on his face had migrated down his neck and chest, which was exposed now (when had Arthur done that?) and heaving. The ‘light sheen’ of sweat was beading at his temples and brow now, falling in drops down to his jaw, along the bridge of his nose. His lips were parted and his eyes were wide and his neck was bare. 

And Arthur, leaning drunkenly against the wall behind him, arms crossed, expression chilly. He was breathing heavily too, and his face was red like the first hints of daylight in the sky. But it was the hard set of his mouth and brow that made John shiver.

“We should go to bed, John,” he said, voice still raspy. A needy, sad little sound rose from John’s throat then, and John’s hand flew to his mouth, as if to force the offending sound back in. Arthur swallowed and turned, ready to head back to one of the twin beds awaiting them. Side by side and yet still miles apart. “And don’t worry.”

“It’ll all feel like a dream, tomorrow.”

[erosjournal]

☆ what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh ?

~ leo valdez x jason grace

~ synopsis : piper notices something weird on leo's leg

~ tw(s): slightly suggestive ?

Piper decided she was gonna take Leo and Jason surfing. Not that either of them were very good, but she wanted them to get the practice and experience.

"Okay, so hold your board like this," she explained, holding the board as so. Piper realized she was gonna have to teach them out of water first, so they didn't fall and drown in the water. Jason was very hesitant about this, due to the ocean god already out for his ass. Leo was as well, since fire and water usually didn't mix well.

"Pipes, I think my boards upside down." Leo said, holding it up. Piper sighed, frowning.

"No, you're ankle band is on the right side. You're fine." She assured. Jason kept adjusting his glasses, taking them on and off, unable to decide if he should wear them. Piper personally thought he shouldn't, but he wouldn't be able to see anything without them.

She sighed, dropping her head in her hands.

"Okay, Jase, Leo, come with me. We're gonna paddle out." She dropped her board in the water, which was hot pink with a lesbian sticker on it, and started padding out farther. Jason and Leo exchanged a nervous glance, and followed.

Jason was up first. Piper had explained to him, in full detail, what to do. He waited for a wave, started paddling, and rode off onto the shore. Leo scoffed.

"Of course he does it well, he's Jason Grace." He sighs, biting his lip. Piper giggled. Jason started paddling back.

"Okay, your turn, Repair Boy." Leo tried to do exactly what Jason did, waiting for a wave, paddling, and riding off to the shore. Except for the fact he did not, and ended up being attacked by a wave.

"WIPEOUT!" Piper yelled, rushing to help Leo. She rode the wave that came next, all the way to Leo's floating board. She dunked herself in the water, helping his wet and limp body to shore. Once she got there, she was thankful she wouldn't have to give mouth-to-mouth since he was fully concious.

"Pipes, I just saw my whole life flash before my eyes!" He yelped, clutching onto her hand. She shrugged.

"It happens, don't worry. You'll get better..." She trailed off. Her eyes were checking that Leo was okay, and in doing so she noticed a (tattoo?) mark on Leo's leg. More in his upper inner thigh. His swim trunks had rode up and revealed something in handwriting.

"Leo, what's this?" She asked, pointing at it and squinting to try to read it. Leo blushed and yanked his trunk down, in his best attempt to cover it. Unfortunately for him, Piper had read it and burst into laughter.

"You have a tattoo of Jason's handwriting that says 'Mine'?" She cracked up, Leo hugely embarrassed.

"Shut up..." He grumbled, shoving her as she just laughed harder. "It's not even a tattoo!" Jason had come over with them, worried they hadn't come back to the spot in the ocean he'd been waiting.

"Hey, everything-- Why's Piper cracking up?" He frowned. Leo groaned. He pointed to the neat handwriting Jason'd left on his body. Jason flushed. "Oh."

"Damn, you guys, I didn't know you guys were that freaky," She teased, crying from laughing so hard.

"God damn it, Pipes. Stop!"

~ an : i think this one speaks for itself . i apologize if the surfing aspects aren't accurate , i only took 1 lesson and hated it the whole time . i heard that lyric and thought ; omg i need to write a valgrace fic abt that right now ! so yeah . i hope u enjoyed !! ( do not ask why this came out faster than my chappell roan one , some i write over days , others i write in 10 minutes . )

<3 eros

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

GORLLLL SPILL THE TEA, how do you know he’s kinky? I NEED INFORMATION

https://www.tumblr.com/tobbesdiscordkitten/767608439776116736/wait-axl-found-a-photo-of-stephanie-on-a-playboy

I don’t know the exact details, anon 😭 He just seems like a really kinky guy who would be willing to try anything.

For example, look at the It’s So Easy music video where Erin is hanging around, wearing a G-string, and a red ball stuffed in her mouth while her ankles are handcuffed. Axl wanted to showcase that 😈 It wouldn’t surprise me if those two were recreating a past sex experience they shared, hehe.

Based on some of his lyrical writings, Axl hints at performing BDSM with other women, like in Anything Goes:

🎶Oh, panties 'round your knees

with your ass in the breeze.

Doin' that grind with a push and squeeze.

Tied up, tied down, up against the wall🎶

There’s photos of him French kissing Stephanie Seymour 🤭 I bet those two were equally as freaky.

Heck, the man is even kinky on stage with the way he licks his middle finger and inserts his finger in the air, as if he’s sliding it up a woman’s cunt. How he moves and grinds his hips during Mr. Brownstone. All of these things indicate to me that he’s a very kinky man. I, too, wanna know more about his other kinks, though.

I heard he gives the best oral sex, possibly better than Nikki Sixx? 👀 (never kiss and tell 🤫)

[crispyanonartnsfw]

It stood the test of enough commutes, so here it is !! A Sambastian Mixtape

If the comic idea was a TV series (pffft), this would be the soundtrack, so the songs are in chronological order. The lyrics are pretty on the nose but in case you're curious I break it down below

(I made this playlist for myself because I would like to draw the comic someday... Maybe one day... For now, I only have the music lol)

These are the first and the last song of each section for reference. I'll stay superficial bc you don't need to know the depths of my brainrot, just know that the songs are mostly either from Sam or Seb POV, few of them from other's characters POVs, and in the second half are mostly shared POV. I tried to keep all the songs in what I think are their vibes but sometimes my hand slipped for the sake of the plot I had in my head not me putting Lorde and LDR in a Sambastian playlist

✶ Ribs - Lorde ⏭ Cigarette Daydreams - Cage The Elephant

Sam and Sebastian are in their teens, they grew up attached to the hip and figured they always will be. Sebastian lightheartedly realizes there might be something more, which could be true for Sam as well if he wasn't half unaware half in denial because that's not how things are supposed to go. Surely he just loves his best friend so much and it's nothing more complicated then that! Right?? But Seb's feelings slowly become heavier and that mixed with the fact that he refuses to accept help for anything from anyone starts to strain the relationship as time passes.

✶ Let it happen - Tame Impala ⏭ Somewhere only we know - Keane

Bad times. Seb is depressed and it doesn't help that Sam and his savior complex are dating Penny (and they are actually good for each other for a while). Sebastian retaliates with Alex, something that Sam disapproves because he was one of his bullies (PSA: my boy Alex is not a villain!! just closeted young and struggling). Is it protectiveness or jealousy? That's between him and god. Much general angst when you add severe growing pains and bad mental health to a broken heart. They end up taking time apart and not seeing each other again. It's hard.

✶ If I ever feel better - Phoenix ⏭ Simple Song - The Shins

Healing hours 🖤 They really needed to work on themselves first and foremost. They figure out stuff, Sebastian fixes his relationship with Maru, Sam is finally honest with himself about his own issues. Friends help. Eventually, they meet again. They easily fit right back together and tentatively work out their feelings.

✶ Read My Mind - The Killers ⏭ Here It Goes Again - OK Go

It's Goblin Destroyer time!! Sam, Seb and Abby are living in Zuzu city, playing concerts, fighting the system, breaking the rules and having the time of their lives. Questionable decisions never looked so good (Peak ASS trio energy btw). Chaos and euphoria ensue. Everything seems perfect until-

✶ Social Cues - Cage The Elephant ⏭ Good Riddance (Time of your life) - Green Day

Why no one told them you never stop figuring shit out in life? Age 30 crisis. Goblin Destroyer are over. They wonder about what direction to take with their lives, and everything seems bittersweet. This time though, they are together, and that makes it all possible - and bearable. They did it before and they'll do it again, they're going to be alright.

✶ Everlong - Foo Fighters ⏭ Praise You - Fatboy Slim

When you've already spent a lifetime together, something very special inevitably takes form. I was thinking about their new timeskipped vibe once they get older and lose the dumbass energy (at least some of it) in favor of a deeper devotion (Hi Hozier). I might keep adding to this. This part is not chronological, truly just Sambastian basking in their love and celebrating everything they've accomplished

(and I'm just an old sap, byeeee)

By the way it's crispy talking: I had to take out several songs that were a bit too freaky lol, that would be a different playlist, also Body Talks is fully about @lily-alphonse 's Lonely Dancers fic, I had to include it 😇

[m0ntylee]

My thoughts on the Anthony Warlow Jekyll and Hyde Musical songs. (my thought are in scrambles, and I'm 2 drinks in and FEELING IT!) 1. Prologue (I can imagine him saying the lyrics in eerie darkness, all ominous.) 2. I Need to Know (Jekyll is a fucking Disney princess and this is his moment!!!) 3. Facade (I would be scared if the houses were all flashy and swank.) 4. Bitch, Bitch, Bitch (SHUT YALL'S TRAPS!!) 5. The Engagement Party (I'm going to maul Simon Stride.) 6. Possessed (Lisa my beloved. Nothing can make me hate you) 7. Take Me as I Am (RAAAAAAAH LISAA!! 💖) 8. Lisa Carew (Nothing will make me like you Simon Stride) 9. Board of Governors (Ladies and Gentlemen, one at a time, I cant not understand all that shit) 10. Bring on the Men (how about this.... Bring on the Frogs! They are so funny, I swear.) 11. Lucy Meets Jekyll (Lucy serves and eats here.) 12. How Can I Continue On? (Utterson is so dear to me, I'm going to tear up wallpaper) 13. This Is the Moment (Can this not be the moment… Please) 14. Transformation (Now this is the moment at 3:17. Yea fellas, It's okay to be freaky, no judgment here.) 15. Lucy Meets Hyde (Indeed you are the man, Mr. Edward Hyde) 16. Alive (I SAID IT ONCE, I SHALL SAY IT AGAIN! HEADPHONES ARE NOT ENOUGH, I NEED THIS SONG UP MY ASS!!!) 17. Streak of Madness (The madness.. Its fucking streaking) 18. His Work and Nothing More (I don't like when the boyfriends are sad :(( ) 19. Sympathy, Tenderness (I love this song, and it makes me violently sad) 20. Someone Like You (Full of magic, whimsy, and pining) 21. Mass (Magic) 22. Murder, Murder! ("I brought you frankincense." - "and I brought you Mur.. Murder") 23. Letting Go (I love their bond) 24. Reflections ("As Hyde, I care only for myself- And nothing for Jekyll!" this is simply not true, buddy) 25. In His Eyes (Seep down this song makes me feel joyus and sad at the same time and my brain cant choose what it wants to do) 26. The World Has Gone Insane (MY FAVORITE SONG!!) 27. Girls of the Night (Another song that makes me :( i wish nothing but the best for them) 28. No One Knows Who I Am (I know who you are. :(( I want to give her a hug.) 29. It's a Dangerous Game (this duet goes HARD) 30. Once upon a Dream (Lisa) (Sigh...... Jekyll when I get you.) 31. No One Must Ever Know (I'm going to hold your hand while I tell you this.) 32. A New Life (This song made my mother frown and look at me all sad like. Then I told her.) 33. Once Upon a Dream (I think you were afraid to bud) 34. Confrontation ("I'm what you face when you face in the mirror." Mood) 35. The Wedding Reception (I feel a little cartoon cloud forming over my head.)

I don't know why I did this, but AYYYYY must there be a reason!! WELP TIME TO DO SHENANIGANS!!! (sleep)

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

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[starter-library]

THE RISE AND FALL OF A MIDWEST PRINCESS BY CHAPPELL ROAN LYRIC STARTERS

feel free to change phrasing as you see fit

“I’m so sick of online love”

“Um, can you play a song with a fucking beat?”

“Ladies, you know what I mean and you know what you need”

“She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things I didn't know”

“She did it right there out on the deck, Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck”

“I just wanna get to know ya guess I didn't quite think it through”

“Fell in love with the thought of you”

“Baby, why don't you come over?”

“Want me to fuck you? Baby, I will 'cause I really want to”

“Well, back at my house I've got a California king. Okay, maybe it's a twin bed And some roommates”

“I heard you like magic I've got a wand and a rabbit”

“Baby, let's get freaky, get kinky, Let's make this bed get squeaky”

“Nothing good happens when it's late and you're dancing alone"

“Cause after midnight I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights”

“I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind”

“I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight”

“I really want your hands on my body”

“Baby, put your hands up, Be a freak in the club”

“I'd suggest the jazz bar on Mary Ann Street but you'd buy me a drink and we know where that leads”

“I'll meet you for coffee ‘cause if we have wine you'll say that you want me. I know that's a lie”

“If I didn't love you it would be fine”

“I'd rather feel something than nothing at all”

“If I didn't trust you it would be fine”

“We've done this before and I don't need it anymore”

“Let's not do coffee. Let's not even try”

“I've heard so many rumors that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch”

“I thought you thought of me better”

“It's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser”

“I try to be the chill girl but honestly, I'm not”

“Bragging to your friends I get off when you hit it, I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry dude you didn’t”

“I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell”

“Never waste a Friday night on a first date"

“And so, I take him to this bar, this man wouldn't dance, He didn't ask a single question, and he was wearing these fugly jeans”

“He doesn't have what it takes to be with a girl like me”

“I'm through with all these hyper mega bummer boys like you”

“I need a super graphic ultra modern girl like me”

“We're hot, we're drunk”

“Look at her moving, baby, she's the one”

“At every party we're the party, shaking our asses and making out while the world collapses”

“Get up off your feet, get up on that bar”

“I could be the one, or your new addiction”

“I don't want the world, but I'll take this city”

“Call me hot, not pretty”

“Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me”

“You can take me hot to go”

“I try not to care but it hurts my feelings”

“You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it. No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute”

“Baby, don't you like this beat? I made it so you'd sleep with me”

“What's it take to get your number?”

“What's it take to bring you home?”

“You coming home with me?”

“If karma's real, hope it's your turn”

“It's hot when you have a meltdown In the front of your house and you're getting kicked out”

“It's hot when you're drinking downtown and you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is watching You ruin your life, You losing your mind”

“People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma”

“Wishing you the best, in the worst way”

“No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater”

“Do you picture me like I picture you?”

“Am I in the frame from your point of view?”

“So, tell me now all your perversions”

“I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you”

“I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line”

“If you really wanna leave I'll never make you stay”

“Whatever you decide I will understand and it will all be fine”

“And love is a kaleidoscope how it works, I'll never know”

“I know you wanted me to stay but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA”

“Won't make my mama proud it's gonna cause a scene”

“On the stage in my heels it's where I belong”

“Every night's another reason why I left it all”

“Don't think I've left you all behind”

“I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you”

“I'd love if you knew you were on my mind”

“Boys suck and girls I've never tried and we both know we're getting drunk tonight”

“Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine”

“I know you want it, baby, you can have it”

“If I don't try, then it's my loss”

“Won't you fucking touch me?”

“I just want to touch you”

“I want all of your love”

“Thought I'd be cool in California, I’d make you proud”

“To think I almost had it going but I let you down”

“I fantasize what we would do and how would it taste?”

“Can we drag it out and never quit?”

“Oh my god, you are heaven sent With your dirty mind”

[divinesolas]

Sorry to get too freaky about toes but there’s a few videos of Harry Collett DJing and dancing to a song called “Freaky Motherfucker” and the lyrics are all about eating ass and licking your partner from head to toe. Like there’s a video of him and Bethany talking about how much he loves that song and there’s a video of him dancing to it and singing to the lyrics.

HES FREAKY AS HELL DAMN