we wanna play with you

When you have mad crushes on someone but they have no idea so you just

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Daily Desires 21

I want to chase you around the house like we’re playing a game of cat and mouse. I wanna catch you and pin you to the floor by using my weight to hold down your arms and straddling your hips. Then I’ll tickle you. No restraints. No mercy. Just cold hard playful tickles until I feel like stopping. Only then will I take your exhausted self to the bedroom, to tie you up and tickle you more. The night young is my sweet mouse, and this cat is only just getting started.

Imagine ur otp meeting at a summer camp as camp counselors, and flirting to the point the kids think they are married

  • Your otp trying to get small kids to listen and go places
  • Your otp swimming with the kids on matching pool noodles
  • Your otp having intense debates over their married status with the kids


  • We cannot break bread with you. 
  • And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground. 
  • I’d pity him. 
  • You have placed him/her under some strange sexual spell.
  • you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But … pastels?
  • All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie.
  • Like you’re going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?
  • I’m just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. 
  • It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.
  • We don’t hate him. We just wanna play with him.  Especially his head.
  • You’ll meet someone. Someone very special. Someone who won’t press charges.
  • Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character and the Aristotelian unities.
  • Young lady, I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem.
  • I’ll clean my room. In exchange for your immortal soul.
  • Death! Death to the enemies of the people of the Republic. 
  • Hurrah! Justice is served. Bring forward the evil one.
  • I’m not perky.
  • So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren’t I a human being?
  • And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.
  • Would you like anesthesia?
  • It looks familiar… of course, the gates of hell.
  • I tried to make it look like an accident. I tried to give you some dignity. But oh no, not you.
  • To mirth, to merriment… to manslaughter.
  • Look at this. I got ‘em. “Schizos and Serial Killers”. I have almost the whole series. I’m only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac Guy.
  • You know, when I first saw him, I thought he was from Europe.
  • An axe! That takes me back.
  • All the important numbers: Police, Fire Department, Morgue.
  • I’ve tried to be someone I’m not. I live in shame… and the suburbs!
  • Scream if you need anything.
  • And we’re all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!
  • 'Cause that’s what being privileged is all about!
  • Are you in unbearable pain? Is it inhuman? My darling, is it torture?
  • I tied him to a tree and pulled out four of his permanent teeth!
  • She makes me think of… volatile chemicals.
  • How do you do it? How can I be like you? How can I be… suave?
  • Oh, you’re allergic? To sunshine and archery and crafts?
  • Children, stop it! You’re destroying my text!
  • I think their whole family’s like some weird medical experiment. I think they’re like, circus people. 
Short story i found

One day I was having a sleepover with my friend. He is super athletic about 5 10 muscular and blonde. I’m not gay but he was very attractive. So we were both playing X box and he said do you wanna wrestle. I was all for the idea so I said yes. He then said that the loser had to be the winners bitch until they went home the next day. I was sure I would win so I agreed. Quickly I got on top of him and he fell on his back in pain but I didn’t realize how strong he was until he through me back and jumped on top of me. My arms were pinned under his knees and his nuts were rested on my face. He counted to 10 as I struggled and the I gave up in defeat. He flexed his muscles and said what now bitch. He stood up and said strip down so I quickly did until I was completely naked. The he told me to go get duck tape so I did and when I came back he was only in his compressions. He told me to come over and lay on my back so I did and he plopped down right on my face. Nose straight up his crack his ass was ginormous it engulfed my entire face I knew that girls liked his ass but now I realized how huge it was. He would fart up my nose wiggle around and flex his Ass around my face. Then he removed his underwear and sat down again. Then he called his older brother down who played college football down for help. His brother was a wide receiver and huge he was just in his boxers And he removed his boxers while his brother shoved my face into the ass his ass we bigger and hairy. Then I was tapped to his ass to crawl around on. They both went and played X box while sitting on me both of them naked. Then eventually that ended and they bother got off. Then they started to slap my face with their dicks I was humiliated the rest of the night with their asses

Muzik Like Love Pt.2

Let me serve you up, beacuse your my Customer

Your Bonita Apple Bum, got me singing I’m Sprung

Like Janet I’m with it Anytime, Anyplace

Best believe I want to know How Does It Feel

I want to forever be your Candy Licker

Like Joe I will having you wanting More and More

I know you like the way I kiss you when  we’re playing the Kissing Game

I wanna hear you scream my name in a Falsetto

I want to feel you Lose Control as you start Scratching Me Up

Tyrese told me your Sign of Love Making had no limit to where you’d go

I just want to take your love and Break it Down but I don’t care if they hear the sounds

Please baby let Neighbors Know My Name

The way we’ve been Fenin’ ain’t no shame

Would  You Mind if  took my time like Jamie take my time and go Slow
For your body to touch I’m So Anxious

You got that Good Good

I just want to Make It Last Forever


***I tried to give you sexy and funny ❤️ Thankfully, I doubt John Cena would be in the recommendations for such a beautiful song but sometimes there’s shit in that side panel that doesn’t make any sense considering what you’re watching or listening to and yet there it is.😂😂 Also, I don’t know everyone’s music taste but if you like slower, bluesy Folky type of music full of soul, definitely listen to Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton. It’s a beautiful song, one of my favorites. The kind that has you swaying while you listen to it and just in a eased mood. 💕***

“You wanna play music…while we have sex?” Tig nodded, his ocean blue eyes twinkling. “Yeah! Give us a beat you know, a rhythm.” He began to thrust his hips to an imaginary song and you fell back on the bed laughing, the serious concentrated look on his face as he did it too much to handle. You continued to laugh as he crawled on top of you, his lips against your neck. “What do you wanna listen to?” He pulled away and held himself up on his hands looking down at you. “I don’t know. How do you want it?” “Slow. Gentle. I want you to make love to me.” He smiled lightly and nodded, love and adoration in his eyes. “You got it baby. I know what to play.”

He lifted himself up off of you and stood from the bed, walking over to your laptop and going on YouTube. He typed in what he wanted and clicked the video, the bass filling the room. Tig pulled down his boxers, your body already bare as you’d just gotten out of the shower. Your eyebrows arched at the beginning of the song and Tig hushed you, climbing back ontop of you. “Just relax. It’s a nice song.” You nodded, trusting his judgement. It wasn’t often that Tig and you just made simple love.

You were just as adventurous as he was and you often spent your nights trying new, sometimes far from gentle things, but sometimes it was nice to take things slow. Sometimes after you had a nice hot shower and your muscles had been relieved of the day’s stress, you just wanted to have a slow passionate night with your Old man, like tonight. He let some of his weight press down on you, his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, emotion and all the unspoken words coming through his kiss.

I used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I’d known
But you rescued me from reaching for the bottom
And brought me back from being too far gone

Tig’s lips made their way back to your neck and traveled down, gentle kisses trailing along from your ear to the slope of your shoulder. His nose nuzzled your neck and he moved down, his mouth now in your clavicle. You let your eyes slip closed as his tongue gently gliding along your skin.

You’re as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of Brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

You listened to the words and felt your heart swell. It was tough for Tig to express his emotions vocally sometimes but somehow he always managed to find a way to let you know. Your hands settled on his sides as he grasped himself and slid into you, the sound of his slight intake of breath in your ear bringing a smile to your face.

I’ve looked for love in all same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle is always dry
But when you poured your heart I didn’t waste it
Because there’s nothing like your love to get me high

He thrusted gently, making love to you just like you’d asked. Tig always gave you everything he could and when it was such a simple request, he would never without it from you. Your breathing quickened as he picked up the pace while still keeping it gentle. “I love you.” “I know Alex. I love you too.” He rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around you, bringing your body closer to his, one hand moving down to give you that extra pleasure. You held onto him as your orgasm slowly rolled around like a wave before finally crashing, your legs wrapping themselves around Tigs waist. The feeling of you pulsing around him pushed him towards the edge just as the song finished and the next one came on immediately after.

His hips slowed as he heard the change in music but it was too late. His eyes closed and he lost himself.

Your time is up, my time is now
You can’t see me, my time is now

The loud laugh that left your mouth had Tig growling, the moment entirely ruined. He pulled up onto his knees and watched you as your held your stomach, rolling around on the bed laughing. “I guess your time is up Tiggy. John Cena said so.” “Fuck you.”


genre: smut — word count: 2700

This game we’re playing make me wanna break the rules. Can’t let you get away from me.

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you don’t have to be a good musician, we can learn together.

you’re in if you wanna play some 80s-new-wave-esque , synth-jazz-goth-rock-pop.

(im thinking of like a mad Duran Duran/Depeche Mode/Bauhaus/Wham kinda mashup band ?!)

we’re totally open to thoughts on style

hmu if you want in! WE’RE GONNA BE FUCKING FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!