#<- shaking w barely restrained lust

[borom1r]

RRRAAAGHH FINAL WEEKEND OF THE REN FEST PIC W THEE KNIGHT THE MYTH THE LEGEND SIR VICTOR. BARKING LIKE A DOG SIR JACOB FUCKING JUMPED OFF OF HIS HORSE AND ONTO SIR VICTOR TODAY I FEEL INSANE. between this and last weekend I feel INSANEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[johnbottoms]

one of these days im gonna call wilson pookie or smth and ur all gonna have to take me out

[lymtw]

Thinking of a soft and slow, but heated make out session with Toji, where he's got you beneath him, brushing his lips against yours with the intention of not stopping until both his lips and yours feel raw.

One of his hands is on your waist, squeezing tenderly, while the other is in your panties, thick fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. You're humming little whimpers into your kisses, pushing at his chest every once in a while and breaking the ongoing kiss.

"What, ma?" Toji asks, his voice deepened with restrained lust. His eyes are so dark, you can barely see the green that naturally brightens them. "Why're you pushing me away, hm?" He asks, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Please... slow down," you say, breathily. "I don't want this to end so soon."

"Baby, that was slow," he says, with an amused grin on his face. "Was being gentle and barely moved my fingers."

You sigh, embarrassment coursing through you and showing itself in your face through a bright shade of red that smothers your cheeks.

"Come on," he says, softly, leaning in again to continue where things were left off. Toji's lips lock with yours, the gentle synchronization egging on the pleasure he draws from you. He wasn't lying when he said he was barely moving his fingers. He just knows you've always been a sensitive little thing for him, and because of that, he loves testing your sensitivity in moments like these. Moments where even just the kissing part would have you squirming, and his weight on your body makes you need him so bad that you feel filthy for letting your thoughts of the situation evolve into something sinful.

"Kiss me back, princess," he murmurs, noticing the way you're heavily slowing down, not fully reciprocating his kisses like before.

"W-Wait-" you gasp, slapping a hand on Toji's wrist. "I'm gonna-"

"Then cum, sweetheart. We can do it again and again if that's what you're stressing over."

"Mm-mm." You shake your head to emphasize your response. "The first one is always the strongest. Please, Toji. Pretty please, not yet," you beg.

Toji has a look of strange disbelief painted on his features. How could you not want this? It's been going on for the better part of half an hour, now. The edging must be driving you crazy.

You pull his hand out of your underwear and the other one off your waist, bringing them both up to your lips. "Please, baby..." you murmur into his palms, kissing them both repeatedly. "...not yet. Just a little longer." You change the position of your hands and hold his hands tight, bringing his knuckles up to your lips this time.

Toji clicks his tongue, making it clear that he's the one who's being impatient. He just wants to see and hear the side effects of your pleasure. You're teasing him with those little whimpers and gasps between kisses. The reason it's so hard to bear is because he's so used to you giving him what he wants, when he wants it. This is one of the rare times where you're trying to stand your ground against him. You always hope you have enough willpower to keep up your defense because Toji knows every way to sneak through it or tear it down. Your love for him is a severe disadvantage, and because of it, all it takes is a few words and it's as if your defense was made of flimsy paper.

"Alright, alright, little masochist. I'll slow down even more, for you."

You giggle at the nickname, welcoming Toji's weight on you again. He makes a brief detour and directs himself towards your ear to whisper some much needed information.

"I'm not going any slower than this, you understand?" He mutters, into your ear.

"But-"

"Princess," he says, cutting you off. "It's yes or no. Do you understand or not?" he asks, stomping all over your wants because for once his needs outshine them. You nod, silently, in response. "Good." He pecks your cheek, leaning back to look at you. You look... not all there, or at least not like you did just seconds ago. It's not what he wanted. He sighs, knowing what it's gonna have to come down to as he cups your cheeks in his warm hands. He knows there has to be a different approach. One that doesn't involve him making you feel like you were in the wrong for wanting him in a specific way.

"Wanna cum? For me, mama?"

There he went, tearing down your defenses like they're party streamers. For me. Those two simple words were all he needed. He knew exactly how to catch you in his trap. Redirection was key. If he made it seem like a favor to him, you would do it with zero hesitation. It's one of the many pros that came with you and your constant need for his praise... He just knew you too well. Well enough to know that it worked the second the twinkle in your eyes returned.

"I'll take it slow, just like you wanted," he promises. "but, you can't push me away. Even if I bring you to the edge with that same pace you begged for." He knows he'll bring you to orgasm even with the limited movement you allow him.

There was a beam of tranquility in your eyes, a twitch in the corners of your lips, where the key to unlock the two words you strived to hear as many times as you could in a day, rested. It was only a matter of seconds before you would give in. You were right there, centimeters away from his clutches.

"Mama..." he says, pushing for you to answer him while leaning towards your lips again. "Let me make you cum," he says against the corner of your lips, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Fuck- Fine, okay," you say, waving your imaginary white flag.

"Mhm... that's my good girl."

And there they were, those two words you forever longed to hear from Toji. If he wanted you to be on the edge again, he did a great job of getting you there without having to do much.

Toji centered his lips on yours again, starting out with that same slow rhythm, as to not rile you up so quickly. He incorporated his touch a couple minutes later, his hands returning to the previous positions they held on your body—one on your bare waist, the other slipped into your underwear. You jolted at the reintroduced stimulation his fingers offered your clit, a sharp gasp breaking the passionate kissing.

"Shh... It's okay, doll," he murmured, quickly directing your attention back to his lips. He was feeding off your breathy moans and whimpers. If he hadn't pressed you so hard before with the promise of pacing himself with you, he would have gone back on his word and quickly made you cum so that he could work you up to the next orgasm, already.

Truly, you were heaven in his ears, on his lips, and in his hands. Despite not looking at you, he knew the sight to be insane, as well.

Your hands went to the sheets, the material balling up messily in your fists as Toji brought you closer to your peak. You did your best to keep up with his lips, but nothing was as clear as the strokes being drawn between your legs.

By the four minute mark, you were a panting mess, shamelessly chasing more friction from his whole hand. That's where the hand he had resting on your waist came into play. It lowered down to your hip, immobilizing you enough to stop you from taking more than what he was offering until he gave you permission.

"Be good," he mutters, cutting through the soft sounds of your whimpers. He knew you were close. So, so close. Your moans were getting higher in pitch and you were trembling beneath him. He just kept rubbing his fingertips against your clit, over and over, bringing a lingering—echoing sensation throughout your entire cunt. You completely fell apart after a few more strokes, each more pressurized than the other until you snapped. You lost the ability to kiss Toji back when he used the entirety of his hand on you, cupping your cunt to draw out as much of your pleasure as he could. Your head was thrown back into the pillow, waterfalls of lewd moans and cries filling the room. "There you go, mama," he coos, allowing you some freedom to roll your hips against his hand. He presses quick kisses into your jaw and the column of your neck as your face is aimed towards the ceiling.

You surpassed the zenith of your pleasure and in time treaded towards more than you could handle. You nonverbally begged Toji to stop, wrapping your much smaller hands around his forearm. A couple whimpers and squeaks of overstimulation were required for him to slow down to a halt, even after your quivering thighs trapped his hand between them.

Your eyes fell shut and you sighed, contentedly. Toji observed your state of bliss, a shade of pink dusting lightly over his cheeks. You looked so pretty, lying there on the pillow for him. He can see you clearly, despite the curtains being shut to keep your little world safe inside. This allows nothing and no one to peek in, not even the moon and its guiding light. You're more brilliant than the moon, anyway. Much prettier, as well. It doesn't take a genius to establish this, especially when you look at Toji with all the stars in your eyes.

"Let's go again."

[kuni-is-daddy]

Hii!! Could u make a scaramouche x reader smut, but the reader has a breeding kink? i would love dom reader but its completely up to you 🤭

(i finally got the courage to ask...)

Bottom! Scaramouche X Top Female Reader

Ft: Degrading, bondage/cuffing, grinding, riding.

word count 1.2k

CW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAST THE CUT! THIS IS A NSFW POST.

ScaraMasterlist | Subby cat scara | Sub wanderer

Scara coming out of the shower with his shorts halfway on and his hair still dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his hair. He walks into his room while you catch him off guard and pull him into a sloppy kiss against the wall. At first he's dismissive about it but when he realizes it's you, when he feels your cleavage against his chest. He couldnt help but moan as you sandwich his body against the wall and trail your hands down to his half put on boxers. "S-shit~ I see your eager arent you? Ive only been gone for a week and this is how you act?" he pulled the towel off his hair and tossed it onto the floor.

"Hah- Like a little pet. Couldnt wait for me to finish getting dressed?" you shake your head and sigh into his shoulder. "Want you so bad scara~ please, I want to make you feel good~" Scara smirked, then guided your hand on his stomach; Abs slightly defined on his flat stomach while he had plenty of scars and markings rubbing along your fingertips. "Hm- Then I should entertain you since you've begged so well." Your eyes filled with lust as he slowly descended your hand to his V line and giving you a peak at his hard length. "Give it to me...Show your master how good he should feel pet."

You spared no time bringing scara onto his bed. Quickly sitting ontop of him and against his clothed cock as he gasped at how aggressive you we're; How hungry he was to feel you. You grinded on his clothed length, slowly stripping off your oversized shirt with your bare chest on display. Scara looked aroused and intently at you, He didnt notice until now that you barely had anything on. Just one of his shirts and silky underwear he bought for you. Pale fingertips itched up to your hips, he Squeezed and rubbed your body in motion with your grinding. "Shit..Thats it pet, Dont stop. Love how much you want me~" He dug his free hand through his hair, pushing his bangs out the way to watch you speed up your pace. 'Fuck~ Wanna flip you over right now and cum inside you. Dont stop y/n, Dont stop..' In a daze scara began bucking his hips up down. You lost a bit of balance and leaned on his body for support. "Scara~" you teased, but your words went through one mechanical ear and out the other. "Does it feel good?" 'Ah~ You~ mnn~' Stuck in his trance all he could do was grab tighter on your hips. You pouted at the lack of attention and looked down onto his shorts. His boxers we're barely hiding his hard on through his pants and poked at your wet slit. 'Was he close?' you slowed down and he sucked his teeth in irritation, and you swore you saw his eyes glow. "Fuh-.. i- W-why'd you stop?!" He hissed. "Because scara~ I want it... here.." you pointed down to your stomach and He immediately blushed "O-oh?... Is that what you want, pet?" you pressed his hands over his head, leaning down to his face close enough your noses touched. You pecked his lips and pulled away from him then got off the bed, walking to your room. "I'll be quick okay~! keep your hands like that for me." 'over... my head?' he sucked his teeth and turned his head towards the ceiling, just wondering what you had planned for him.

Scara turned his attention back to the door over the faint sound of jingling. Watching as you emerged completely naked into the room with a pair of handcuffs around your finger. "Hah So you want to be cuffed up too, slut?" he chucked as you walked towards the headboard. "No scara, this is for you~"

In a matter of seconds scara's hands we're both restrained against the headboard. You climbed onto his body once more like a cat, Pulling down his pants to reveal his aching shaft. Scara tugged against the handcuffs as you moved closer to his erection leaking pre. He wanted to put you in your place so bad, how dare you starve him of his release then cuff him up as if he was the pet. You took a deep breath before sinking yourself onto his length, your walls squeezing against his thick cock. Your body shivered and he moaned in response. "Hah..mnh y/n, Your so warm- Oh god...yes~" you leaned your hands against his body for support. Slowly bouncing up and down "fuck~ ah...You want it that bad baby? Wanna be a- ah~ mommy?" he instinctively went to touch your hips but was jerked back by the cuffs. He tugged again then groaned. God it was too much, scara wanted to touch you so bad. You began panting heavily at his sudden submission. He could just break the handcuffs, couldn't he? you gripped tighter onto his sleeveless shirt as your pace grew messy to make sure he always hit your sweet spot. "mnh~ yes scara! I want it.. Want it so bad please, please inside~ ah! please!" your body bounced faster, sloshing up and down his length "ah~ mommy~ j-just like that~! im close~ S-so fucking close. im gonna~!" He bawled his hands in a fist-

Click!

sticking out his tongue slightly while he felt his orgasm wash over him. You quickly came after, coating him with your juices as his warm seed filled your pussy and clamped down on him.

You we're a bit exhausted and collapsed onto his chest, sliding off his cock while his seed gushed out and onto your folds. He let out a deep sigh after you pulled out and was oddly silent. "scara..I-mm!" Suddenly you felt his hot hand cover your mouth. Wait..Cover your mouth? Your heart skipped a beat and looked up at him. His eyes we're glowing, With a cocky smirk planted on his face. He couldnt take it anymore. The 'pathetic' little cuffs you put on him we're dangling; broken on the headboard. Before you could process it any further, the puppet flipped you over on the side of the bed on your back. He caged you under his own body and softly bit his lip at your now 'innocent' glare. "You call yourself wanting to please me but only for one round? How pathetic." He chuckled while you looked away flustered. He noticed your shyness and shifted his hand on your throat. "Your mine. Do you understand that pet? Dont you dare stop." He moved his hand off your throat while you choked for air "B-but scara- I already-c- AH!" You pleaded and he slapped your thigh, teasing you with a spark of electro. "Isnt that what you wanted? Wanted to be a mommy?" Your eyes widened a bit, And you drooled at his words. He made a thin smile at your reaction and took off his shirt. "Good pet..I let you have your fun..now your gonna take this like a good girl yeah?" He hoisted your legs over his shoulders and lined himself up, Slowly fisting his length again.

He couldnt wait to see you bare his children.

[crepe-of-wrath]

Succinct Scarf Smut Saturday

had a lot on this week, so this is briefer than the last couple of weeks, picking up from last week's Vigilante AU w/same tags and notes (18+ etc.)

It hadn't taken long for Shouta to strip off what little you had been wearing and lay you out in his bed. To your surprise, he crawled in behind you--he was just laying there spooning you?!, a voice in your poor, lust-addled mind cried--and stayed like that for what seemed like forever...

"Please, Shouta, let me touch you." You struggled against his capture weapon, which he had used to bind your wrists in front of you.

Shouta chuckled and ran his hand all the way down your bare body. "Soon, kitten. I have to take care of you first though, don't I?" His lips got very close to your shoulder, giving you goosebumps. "Isn't that what you said? That you needed to be taken care of? That you needed to be taken care of by me?"

You whined and tried to press yourself into him, but he placed one of his legs--still clad in his sweatpants--over yours to pin you in place. This show of strength and coordinated grace nearly drove you feral, and not just because you could now clearly feel his cock pressing into you. You tried to shimmy your hips to create some pressure that might build to release.

One of his strong arms firmly came around your waist so he could keep you quiet with your back firm against his chest.

"Be still, angel" Shouta whispered before nipping your earlobe. You darted your eyes toward your shoulder and saw his dark locks resting against you, a sight that prompted a series of uncategorizable babbling noises and small tears, which formed at the corners of your eyes.

"Oh sweetheart," he said, his hand gently moving down between your legs. "Is this what you need?" He started circling your clit and teasing your entrance. You started trying to buck backward again, but his leg kept you in place and he brought his other arm up from under you to restrain you further.

As if your predicament couldn't get more torturous, his other hand began rubbing and pinching your nipples. You labored--fruitlessly--to free your wrists from the binding cloth and your little cries of building pleasure quickly became breathier and more irregular. One well-timed pairing of a pinch and crooking of his fingers that were now inside you had you feeling explosive pleasure and screaming his name.

You yanked hard, trying to free your hands. "W-want to touch you--need to touch you!"

"But kitten, we are touching," Shouta said in a teasing voice as his thumb pressed into you again, causing you to shake from another wave of release.

Voice cracking, you tried to continue: "...want to--to please you...take care of you. Want to--"

"Enough, sweetheart," he said softly, as he pressed and pinched one more time, sending a final gentle trembling through your body that left you spent and unable to speak.

You must have actually fallen asleep, at least briefly, because next thing you knew, Shouta was idly toying with the loose end of his capture weapon, occasionally gently brushing it over your body. Once he noted you were conscious, he groaned and you felt the loop around your wrists tighten.

He gently put you on your back and placed your arms above your head, securing them to the headboard of what was now apparently your bed too.

He straddled you as he put his hair up. Once again, you fruitlessly struggled against your bindings. You wanted to touch his hair, brush it away from his eyes, tie it up for him. To be gentle to him.

Instead, Shouta gave you a predatory smile that, on any other man, would have terrified you, as he hooked a couple of fingers into his waistband in exaggerated fashion, slowly pulling down to reveal tantalizing expanses of skin.

"My turn, kitten."

[joz-yyh]

Blighted Hearts - Ch. 13

SUMMARY: *Flashforward chapter!* Carnal urges and double standards run amuck at the abbey. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: EXPLICIT

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant / Crusader x Highwayman

WORD COUNT: 3,920

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Forgot to post this here, but Happy Halloween! Please enjoy this yummy treat of smut~ 🎃🍬

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One minute they're walking, the next minute Damian shoves a hand against his chest, pressing him to the stonewall of the church, a salacious corner just outside the indoor garden.

It's unexpected, lips suddenly so craven for his, needing their touch, their taste, about to die without it.

What's not covered by shroud or chains scrapes against masonry, laid brick digging into his back. Bigby can't spare a thought for discomfort, overtaken by a bigger ache, his mouth wholly consumed, barely keeping up.

The touch that swayed him with all the tempered zeal of a back alley rendezvous moves to his shoulders, rubbing over them, warm, inviting, wooing his affection.

"Damian," the werewolf cries, his partner still kissing languidly, deeply all around his shuddering voice, "What if someone sees ..."

It's more breathy, heart hammering in suspense, matching his partner's kisses with punch drunk arousal.

They were hidden just slightly from oncoming eyes, crammed inside an alcove too small, occupying the same space as a basin of anointed holy water, but if anyone came down the hall, this religious ceremony would no doubt incense their audience.

"I will flog myself in penance," comes his reply, always dutiful, in service of his lover's mouth.

Bigby swears the masochist finds new reasons to punish himself with each passing day, needing to restrain his chauvinistic impulses if there was to be any hope for himself.

"There would be no need if you would just w-wait–” he cuts himself off with a groan, biting at his bottom lip as Damian grinds against him.

"Please, I want you so much. I’ll be quick if you wish.”

Sometimes, Bigby truly forgets which one of them is the beast, the flagellant in a lustful frenzy, not unlike animalistic compulsion, possessing a heat cycle of his own.

"This is a very bad idea,” the lycan huffs, knowing they were told not so long ago to behave themselves.

"The worst," the priest says, grinning at the thrill of getting caught, breaking rules.

Bigby laughs, exasperated.

Well, at least they agree on that.

He's never had someone adore him as much as Damian does, growing addicted to it, drowning out all reason until only feeling remains.

Bloody hands are molding around his cheek, his throat, seducing, worshiping every inch of him as if he had all the markings of a god, worthy of his devotion.

“If we're quick,” he whispers, matching scruffy lips against scarred ones, pulling the flagellant to him with a kiss as passionate as the ones he’s been given.

He may be nothing more than a vessel, a harbinger of destruction, an abomination meant to be forgotten, locked away in the deepest pits of hell, but this man made him feel free, exalted, becoming of love.

Spreading his gospel, Damian embarks on his task, untying the shabby rope ties that holds his trousers together, faded violet fabric slipping down to his bare feet, exposing the true gravity of the choice they’re making.

The flagellant parts with him just a moment, dipping his fingers into the reservoir their private venue is reserved for, coating them in divine properties.

“You're going to use that,” the branded boy blushes, shaking with perversion.

“Why not,” the priest purrs, “can I not bless you?”

Even if it wasn’t explicitly addressed in the scriptures, there must be something against using holy water as lube.

“Isn’t this … unorthodox?”

“Perhaps, but not forbidden to us. Let me connect you with the Light, deeper than you’ve ever known it before.”

Abiding by his word, slick fingertips traverse the darkness inside him and instantly the vagabond feels ascension, clinging to his partner as he yowls in muffled fits of bliss.

He can feel the priest smirk, sharing in his pleasure, dependent on it.

“Hold onto me,” he says, a sultry prayer, kissing at a stubbled cheek.

“Why?”

It’s absentminded, fixated on what those fingers are doing, body heat warming them, no room left for cognizant thought.

Damian lifts him by his shackled bands, dragging his height further up the interior, lanky arms rising in accord, fulfilling the request by proxy.

The hooded priest leaves his warmth to dip his hand back into the pool, now wrapping wet fingers around his burning erection, eliciting a sharp hiss from himself.

Bigby grunts, knees trembling to hold his weight as they're joined, a messy, intimate encounter, as reckless as it is enticing. There’s cold at his back, heat at his front, the halfling taking his verdant cloak, covering them both under it’s veil, giving himself more leverage to cling to.

"How does it feel?”

"You know how it feels," Bigby deflects, embarrassed, curling his body closer.

"Mmm, tell me again," the flagellant beseeches, slipping out, giving a hard thrust in, his lover bottomed out on his cock.

"Feels … ahhh – it … it feels good.”

They’re hushed pillow talk was bound to be overheard at this rate, but danger never stopped Damian from indulging, spurring him on, reaping profane rewards.

"Does it excite you, making love like this?"

Making love?

"Is that what we're doing," the wolfboy chides, ornery, "I thought were we fucking in a place we shouldn't be.”

"Would you like that," Damian asks in fervent, labored breaths, "if I bent you over, forced you down, had my way with you out in the open?"

Enrobed hips give a punishing thrust in demonstration of what he would do, the changeling’s hands flying out, holding himself up along the edges of the space digging claws into solid pewter.

He's growling, shuddering, tempted to call upon his other half to settle this, a shout held in his throat, exploding into an inhuman roar as sparks flash behind his eyes, up his spine.

“You’d like it, wouldn't you? I could show everyone your face, how you sing just for me. Glory to the Light.”

Bigby cannot deny how much that makes him blush, cock twitching at such fantastic, unbridled debauchery that he’d never have the gall to dream up himself.

“Isn't that … exactly what we're doing ... right now?”

“Hmm, not quite.”

The flagellant slows down, giving sparse instances of gratification unlike the fiery slap of their bodies he’d enacted just before and Bigby wants it back, needs the breakneck pounding of that wondrous cock in him, bound by the sins of their flesh.

“I'd make it last, a spectacle worthy of you, force you into the change, make you drip blight until it bathes our knees.”

"Damian, please!"

The wolfboy has not the purchase to reach between them to touch himself, and even if he did, it wouldn't be enough, reliant on his partner to fulfill him, reach into his core and rip him apart.

If anyone bothered to interrupt them now, the abomination would surely bark, wild and territorial until they ran for the hills so they could finish this in peace.

"Can you blame me … for wanting to immortalize you?”

Actually, yes he could, very easily for exhibitionism and everything else that's happened in the last ten minutes.

The priest sees that predatory gleam in his lover's eye, the crowded overbite of teeth around his lip and takes the hint, knowing he promised the werewolf swift cessation, euphoric closure.

He brings back the heated pace the wolfboy has grown so fond of, using all his strength to satisfy his every need, sweat pouring down them both, sloshing wet exertion echoing out from the tiny recess they occupy.

Bigby lets himself go, huffing out not so quiet peels of “ah,” “yes,” “mmm,” Damian convulsing in his ass, adding to the profanity, grunting and groaning his approval, partaking in a soothing, congratulatory kiss.

They hear someone drawing near, about to round the corner, but despite everything, Bigby doesn’t want to move, Damian being the one to set him down gently, fix his pants back into place as the other leans against the wall, listlessly whimpering, beckoning him to stay coddled in his arms.

The flagellant is amidst adjusting his partner’s shroud, using it to cover up the stickiness seeping dark spots onto his front when a voice calls out to them, no longer alone.

"You there! What are you doing?"

Of course it would be Reynauld. His boots carry him with all the clatter that one would expect of sabatons.

“You’re familiar with holy anointment, are you not?”

The knight glares in response, not wholly convinced by this excuse. He couldn’t see exactly what had transpired but he can certainly suspect, the air was thick with it, these blasphemers gaining a reputation for heresy.

It was harder to tell with Damian, always red-faced, but he can’t get a clear view of the abomination hidden behind him.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Now it’s Baldwin's turn to weigh in, coming down the other hall, knowing the crusader tended to pick fights, acting as a mediator.

“They were acting suspicious,” he growls, defensive, onto something.

“What do you suspect them of,” the leper inquires, tilting his majestic head, firmly standing on the culprit's side.

Reynauld pauses, working up the will to say, “sodomy,” when Junia joins in their debate.

“Oh my, what’s going on?”

So many men gathered around such an odd and narrow place gives her cause to worry.

“What I miss? A circle jerk?”

The crude comment comes from Sarmenti, accompanying the now flustered nun, the woman slapping him on the shoulder, making him jingle.

“Teh! What was that for? Do you even know what a circle jerk is?”

“Of course, I do. It's a circle of jerks, which you're being right now.”

The jester snickers, rubbing his sore shoulder, far too amused by her adolescent comebacks.

“There ya are! Can't believe ya forgot ‘bout me."

Adding to this a whole friendly affair, Dismas makes an appearance, sauntering up in his jacket, scoffing next to Reynauld.

"Invitin’ me over and then runnin’ off at the first sign of trouble. How chivalrous."

The knight is culpable, probably fuming under his helmet from multiple emotions, quick to retreat from them.

“As I was saying, no fraternizing in the halls," he concludes with a stern wag of his finger, stomping away from the scene.

Dismas rolls his eyes, sighing loud and long into his handkerchief, “Well, it was nice seein’ ya folks.”

He gives a little wave, chasing after the elusive crusader once again.

“Well, that happened,” Sarmenti skulks, an ode to randomness, a branching segway.

Five of them remain and the abomination who's been a quiet observer throughout all this reaches up to grip Damian’s shoulder, digging his nails in, a silent command.

“Right, we should get going,” the masochist says, addressing what's left of the group, “Thank you all for the concern, but we're fine.”

Just as he's about to go, Junia stops him, a tap on his arm.

“Damian, if I may have a word?”

He looks to Bigby before agreeing to anything, the branded boy giving a silent nod, hunkering down to wait for him next to Baldwin and Sarmenti.

The vestal pulls him into a more quiet spot, but her companion doesn't mean to stay long, already looking back at his boyfriend with trepid eyes.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Honestly, how do you do it, draw so much male attention? You had everyone at the abbey practically swarming you.”

He blinks at her, mouth agape.

“Do you really want to know?”

She mulls it over one last time, sticking to her decision.

“... Yes.”

The taller man leans in close, whispering in her ear. The more she hears the more she beams scarlet, steam threatening to blow out the cloister of her ears.

Her jaw is almost to the floor by the time he's done, hiding it behind her glove, the recounting of his escapades giving the vestal a nosebleed.

"Promise me you will keep it to yourself."

He looks to her in confidence, the woman taking a sobering moment to nod, her throat too choked up with knots, butterflies in her stomach, treasuring this bawdy tale.

“May it serve you well.”

Junia's sure it will, the hooded man returning to the abomination’s company now that he's fulfilled her addiction, tips on romantic nuances.

The moment Damian is gone, Sarmenti sets his sights on the hormonally charged vestal, slinking over to her side, raking on the charisma, determined to get all the dirty details.

“Hey, what did he say? C'mon tell meeee.”

She shifts away, hiding her face from view. “I am sorry, but I've been sworn to secrecy.”

“But we're friends aren't we,” he adds, a sympathetic note to his voice, hoping to wear her down, “Don't best friends tell each other everything?”

True, he was her friend, but Junia was also a woman of her word, her lips a sealed vault, a pillar of fortitude, locked up tight.

“I'll just read about it in your diary later.”

It's a thought that should have stayed buried inside his comedic muse, but he let it coalesce into mocking disdain.

“YOU READ MY DIARY?!”

Her eyes spark into vicious flames, a foreboding aura swirling about her like storm winds, the same holy wrath she imposes upon her enemies now imbued on the end of her mace, aimed to kill.

“Eek! Baldwin! Save me,” the fool cries, taking cover behind the man's legendary golden bulk.

With disarming gestures, a placating tone, the leper king does his best to turn hurricane Junia back into the meek damsel of platitudes he knew her to be.

“Junia, please call down. I am sure he didn't mean it.”

A rebel yell, her weapon bashing a hole in the cement, electrified thunder raining down from her stone cold features.

Baldwin infers that the series of quakes rumbling the very foundation beneath their feet was mostly likely a ‘no’ for any possible reconciliation.

—---

It's no surprise that Rey complains the whole way back to his room, Dismas following at a relaxed pace behind him, gloved hands shoved inside his lofty coat pockets.

"Can you believe those two? Right there, out in the open! This is a church not a brothel! I knew an abomination would be trouble. Both of them. And here I thought he was helping Damian to become a bit more tame. What a fool I was!”

"Uh huh," supplies the highwayman, not so much listening as he was surveying the halls, noting they had the wing to themselves.

As Rey steps into his modest living quarters, the raven-haired thief unwinds his scarf, draping it over the handle, a message for all who would try and disturb them.

He shuts and locks the door, slipping off his jacket next, hanging it over the desk chair.

The accommodations are frugal: bed, dresser, desk, hardly big enough for one man let alone too, but then again all the domestic living quarters were the same.

"You would think they would learn their lesson by now! I mean, what kind of example are they setting for Junia?”

"Maybe cut them some slack,” the gunman offers, but Reynauld might as well be blind to any constructive criticism during one of his indignant tirades.

“They won’t even listen to Baldwin! Everyone listens to Baldwin,” the crusader shoots back, arguing with himself, unlatching his sword, hanging it off the bedpost.

Dismas sighs, needing his fellow man’s attention and finding it all the more allusive, amazed that the crusader could still be yacking away when he’s undressing right in front of him.

"So whatcha gunna to do about it,” Dismas asks, even as he unfastens his vest of belts, draping another layer of clothing over the chair rail.

The crusader sits down onto the mattress, shaking his head, gloved hands clasped between his knees. “I haven’t the slightest idea.”

Funny, how he heard him that time.

“What do you think I should do," the knight asks, looking lost, pleading with those gorgeous baby blue hues.

“Me,” Dismas echoes, laughing at the thought of a prude churchboy actually taking his advice.

“Why shouldn’t I ask you?”

“It’s not that you’re askin', it’s what you’re askin’,” Diz explains, clad in just a common shirt and pants, plodding towards the bed, pushing against the knight’s armor plate, forcing him to lie back on the bed.

The highwayman crawls on top of him, a perfect vantage point to strip Reynauld free of his hot and stuffy helmet. Hard metal parts ways for sweeping brown locks, bangs curled just around his brow, now damp with sweat, framing deep stalwart eyes.

His cheeks are still heavy with anger, and damn that beard, so thick and full and burly. The rogue can’t help but admire such a sight, wanting to drag his hands through it.

“What if ya straddle ‘em like this? Ya think that would work?”

The distracted crusader finally catches onto what's happening, realizing his own tenuous predicament.

"When did you–"

The rogue rolls his eyes. His intentions were always so incredibly obvious to anyone except the person he’s trying to seduce.

“Tunnel vision my name is Reynauld.”

"What will you do with me," the brunette asks, helpless, as if he can't reach for his blade and fend off a lowly thief if he truly wanted to.

"Dunno, maybe strip for ya," Dismas shrugs, smirking at the idea, "C'mon crusader, my hands may be tricky, but I ain't that slick. Ya know what've been doin’ this whole time."

The holy man goes silent, pouty lips set into a firm line, staring back at the rapscallion mounted on his steed.

Helmet now tossed aside, hands return to stretch out his shirt collar, showing off some of the fine hairs on his chest.

“So, ya gunna be a good boy and let me fuck yer brains out or are we just gunna keep talkin’ ‘bout it?”

Rey pauses, sinking further down into the sheets, a worsening blush coloring his cheeks as he gives a faint nod only the highwayman can see.

"That's what I thought, tough guy."

With all the deftness of a pickpocket, Dismas grabs him by the tabard, dragging him up into a kiss, reveling in the thrill of a man much stronger than himself playing submissive to his whims.

Mouths open, the crusader wrapping aching hands around his cheeks, mapping his ears, making him shiver, assailing one of his weak points.

Dismas can't wait, redirecting his touch down, untying the belt bound to the swordsman’s waist.

“Ya miss me,” he smirks, looking a bit flush himself, feeling the swell of his partner's erection.

Reynauld contests his snark, pinning him with a morose look.

“You didn't come last week. I was beginning to worry.”

Dismas scoffs, deflecting from the seriousness of his vocations.

“Job took a while. Couldn't get back in time.”

A twinge of longing, grief and regret well known to him, the pain of waiting for a loved one that may never return.

His noble facade cracks a little more, now hidden behind the sanctuary of closed doors, touching fingertips along deep-set face scars.

“Are you alright?”

The care in which it's said rattles Dismas, the mushy stuff harder for him to accept than opportunistic trysts.

“Yeah, just a few scrapes. Gonna be all better once I get your holy lance inside me.”

“I am serious,” Reynauld insists, brows knotted. “How much for the job? What was your cut?”

“We can talk business later.”

“Dismas.”

Cripes, they were supposed to be having sex, not debating his career choices.

“Decent, not like I can retire on it any time soon.”

“I wish you would. Your life is worth more than the mere pittances they pay you and it grows less every time.”

“And what would ya have me do with my life, huh? Stay with ya here at the abbey? I don't know how to be anythin’ other than a thief.”

They've hit a standstill, neither willing to budge on their perspective, change a difficult monster to tame, especially when it came from a kleptomaniac of all people.

“Just get your pants off,” Dismas gripes, working on ridding himself of his own imposition.

“Careful, it's been awhile,” the knight cautions, restricting those hips from moving too fast, impaling himself without preparation.

“Don't ya worry crusader, I am all lubed up for ya.”

Reynauld's heart skips a beat thinking about the how, when and where these seedy developments took place, preferring to participate or at the very least watch.

Dismas had the cutest face when he worked his hole, hips jerking just the slightest bit around his fingers, a clear sign he was ready, but there wasn't any of that to be had now.

Before he knows it, Reynuald's cock is buried deep within warm slick, groaning, gasping, clutching as his cunning partner sinks onto him without so much as a warning.

“Yeah, that's it,” the greasy rat moans, Reynauld holding him in place, not yet ready for more when this feeling was heaven enough.

—-

Bigby’s been distracted ever since their titular experience with the holy water, Damian keeping a watchful eye on him, attributing his skittishness and hushed exclamations as residual embarrassment, but no longer.

"What? What is it,” Damian asks, finally speaking up.

Bigby seems unaware of his own mannerisms, surprised himself that they were obvious enough to be addressed.

"Huh? Oh um, no it's … nothing."

Damian knows better than to believe that polite deterrent by now.

"I can tell when something troubles you. Please, you must tell me."

Still aflush, unbeknownst of how to say it, Bigby grasps Damian’s hand, leading them to the dormitories, specifically closer to Rey's room.

The abomination descends into a crouch, imperative for stealth, reminding his partner to be tactful in their approach, a finger against his lips.

They're just outside the door now, Bigby urging him to look inside the keyhole.

This was no mere bible study, his view assaulted with a fortissimo of copulation.

"Oooooooooo, this is good," the flagellant raves, light illuminating his peeping eye. “You could hear them from that far away?”

Bigby nods, turning pink, choosing not to look for himself, having had his fill of adultery from what he's heard already.

Suddenly, an alarmed voice from the other side, paranoid, definitely Reynauld.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Annoyed, definitely Dismas.

“Shhh, keep your voice down. I think there’s someone outside.”

“Psshhh, you’re losin’ it crusader. I swear you’re imaginin’ things.”

A fist is yanking on the priest's cowl, an insistent entreaty beside him.

“There, I showed you. Now let's go.”

“Don't you wish to look,” the holy man prompts, tickled by the thought of a voyeuristic Bigby.

“No, now c'mon.”

Despite all his urging, it takes the abomination physically removing Damian with his inhuman strength to get him to come away from the door.

Just as they're moving on from dabbling in one another's personal lives, his priest poses another question in relation to it.

“Who do you think does it better?”

The wolfboy grips his shroud, hoping Damian would just drop it because he'd rather not think about who outranked who in bed.

“We are not having this conversation.”

“I think Dismas.”

“Damian,” he growls, seeking to silence him with this bold reprimand.

Just the opposite, the hooded man's grin stretches farther, looking to his beloved with an everlasting fondness.

“You're right, no one does it better than me.”

A quick peck on the cheek, their discourse finally settled and it might not have been the message he originally meant to convey, but at least to Bigby, Damian was indeed the best.

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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬- 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Genre: smut/NSFW

C/w:

a/n: I'm stealing my old writing and posting it x

Male reader!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Andrew smiled as he held your legs open, admiring you as you flushed a deep red. Your hands were weakly covering your eyes, you were shaking like a lead at Andrew seeing you in your bare state, cock leaking pre.

"A-andrew don't stare.."

You weakly whispered out being embarrassed from him staring down at your body, hungrily taking in every detail about you. He took in every scar, freckles, mole, everything. They were all perfect to him.

"Love, look how gorgeous you are.. I can't help but stare."

Andrew looked up at you with eyes full of lust and desire, knowing what this meant you flushed even more and nodded your head. Andrew smiled softly and bit your thighs, his teeth sharp and the pain made your cock twitcb. He gently suckled on them, tasting the sweet flavours of your skin, gently caressing scars of the past. You peered over your trembling hands and looked at him gently kissing your scars, you smiled gently and sighed, falling back into the pillows.

"There you go, relax your body love, don't stress yourself."

Andrew whispered against your inner thigh now and teasingly moved down to your cock. Andrew slowly moved his hand to meet your cock, fondling it like it was a fragile toy, about to burst. You gasped and arched your back as he suddenly jerked you hard, his head slowly leaning down towards your ass, your face a whole picture for him.

"A-andrew wait-"

he looked up and stared at you, you helped as he made eye contact with you as he rubbed your cock. He admired how you eyes were watery from the pleasure and how you and to bite your lips to restrain yourself. You looked so handsome he wanted to take a picture.

"Does it feel good? I bet it does your a slut for me, hm?"

He smiled softly and kissed your tip, pre cum staining already rose tinted lips. The sight of it made you blush. He leaned back down to your ass and kissed the skin around it, smirking against your ass cheek as he felt you trembling, but he didn't want to go to far, not tonight.

"What's your colour love? Your doing so well for me, I'm so proud.."

He gently nipped your thigh as he moved back up to your legs. He wanted you to stay in the mood despite him wanting to know how you felt, he didn't want to just say it and make you both sound silly.

"Andrew.."

You whined as he looked at you, averting your eyes quickly. He frowned at how you'd tremble and slowly moved away from your ass, making his hands present as to not startle you.

"I'll stop for a bit love.. You did so good for me.. Taste so good.. Fuck. "

he smiled and kissed you softly and carressed your hair, ruining how you had styled it this morning.

Worth it huh?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

a/n: .. Hi

[tonysslut]

Hey!!

Could I officially request this?

Like, just older, dark-ish Tony carelessly overstimulating you over and over again (and being pretty rough too)

Hi! I hope this turned out how you wanted. I'm still figuring out how to write dark!tony lol. and the ending it kinda shitty but that's expected

Summary: Tony tried being gentle, but he just can't hold back anymore

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected sex, choking, cream pie, slight size kink.

W/C: 1.1k

Tony Stark Masterlist

Seeing your small, naked frame sprawled out on his bed was a sight for sore eyes. You looked so fragile, almost like one wrong move would break you. That drove him completely wild. He used every ounce of his willpower to be gentle with you last night, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to restrain himself today.

You feel his fingers dancing along your side, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He slowly woke you up, pressing opened mouth kisses on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Tony.” You breathe out, feeling your clit starting to throb with need. 

He rolls over and spreads your legs to settle in between them. His heavy cock rested on your stomach, tip an angry shade of red with beads of precum leaking onto your skin. Leaning down, he leads you into a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moan.

He pushes your legs to your chest with his thighs, leaving you bare to him. Caging you in with his big arms, essentially trapping you. Your cunt glistens with your arousal. He groans, seeing how wet you are. 

“You want daddy's cock?” He says, voice laced with lust. You instantly shake your head, biting your bottom lips when he rubs his bulbous head in between your puffy folds. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment. 

“What did I tell you last night? Use your big girl words, or have you already gone dumb?” His words go straight to your core, making you clench around nothing. 

“M’sorry daddy. I want you inside me, please.” You whine, shaking your hips to see if he finally sinks inside you. 

He gives you a quick ‘good girl’ before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing into you. Tony circles his hips when he bottoms out, your nails digging into his biceps at the intensity. Pulling out, he leaves just the tip in before pushing back in, making you gasp and clench around him. He closes his eyes and tries desperately to recompose himself, but he loses it when he opens his eyes. 

Your eyes are glazed over, senses completely taken over by Tony. His aroma wraps around you, mind going blank. You notice his eyes darkening, a feral look that sends a chill up your spine. The speed of his movements increases, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.

“T-tony. Slow down.” You rush out, feeling like he’s about to split you in half. 

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he speaks. “You take what I give you. Understood?” You try your best to respond, but between his grip on you and his thrusts, it comes out more like an incoherent mumble.

You feel him squeeze your cheeks, ‌parting your lips and spitting into your mouth. You moan at the obscene action, your walls fluttering as you swallow. 

“Dirty girl, I can feel your greedy cunt clenching around my cock. Gonna cum?” He says in a mocking tone. 

“Yes! Yes, please. I’m so close.” Tears fill your eyes at the intensity, jaw going slack when Tony presses two fingers on your swollen clit. The extra stimulation makes your orgasm rip through you, toes curling as your legs shake. Your cunt tightens around Tony’s cock, almost making it impossible for him to thrust into you. 

He throws his head back with a low roar at the feeling. The bit of restraint he had is now lost when he sees tears running down your cheeks. He places his hands on your waist and leans back until you're straddling him, your hands dropping to his chest to stabilize yourself. 

“Grind that pretty pussy on me, baby.” You do as he says, moving your hips back and forth, feeling the sparse hairs on his pelvis rub against your sensitive clit. “Just like that, good fucking girl.” 

Your legs shake as you move, still riding out your previous orgasm. Tony’s hand creeps up your front, pinching your hardened nipple before wrapping it around your throat. He watches as your eyes roll back, squeezing just enough to give you a head buzz. 

You wrap your hands around his wrist, lips parting at the feeling. Tony takes the opportunity to push two fingers past your parted lips. Your eyes widen, but you enclose your lips around his thick digits, moaning as you suck on them. 

“Look at you, sucking daddy’s finger while you ride me. Such a dirty whore.”

He pushes his fingers further into your mouth, causing you to gag around them. His fingers glisten with your spit when he pulls them out, bringing them down to rub your clit. You jerk away at the sensation, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Don’t run away from me, princess.” He growls, placing his free hand on your hip to keep you grinding on his cock.  

“Too s-senstive.” You whine, quickly feeling your release build deep inside you. 

He completely ignores you, only focusing on the way your cunt tightens around him. You throw your head back with a scream as you gush around him, your release hitting you without a warning. Your body goes numb, you feel hot and cold all at once but you keep your hips moving because it just feels too good. Tony looks down at his chest that’s now covered with your juices. Collecting some on his fingers, he shoves them into your mouth. You moan as you taste yourself. 

Without a warning, he pushes you against the mattress and flips you over, putting your ass in the air while your face is pressed against the mattress. He’s quick to slam back into you, fucking you deeper and harder than before. You can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. The bed creaks with the force of his movements. You gasp as you desperately try to fill your lungs with air. 

“It’s fuck t-too much.” You rush out, hoping he’ll slow down. 

“Does it hurt, princess?” He says in a patronizing tone. You quickly nod your head. “Well, too bad, you’re gonna take it until Daddy's finished.” 

You whine at his words, hot tears soaking the sheets as you press your face into the mattress. Your limbs give out on you as orgasm after orgasm wash over you, thighs covered in your slick, a thin layer of sweat makes your skin glow under the sunlight. 

Tony’s thrusts start to become sloppy, his groans and moans fill the room, letting you know he’s about to cum. You use whatever strength you have left to turn your head to look at him. 

“Please cum in me. Fill me up daddy.” That’s all it takes for Tony’s orgasm to take over. He pushes you into the mattress, a bruising grip on your hips as his hot seed coats your velvet walls. 

He collapse on top of you, his weight pressed against you feels so comforting, causing you to pass out before he has a chance to pull out. You wake up when he picks you up, walking towards the bathroom to clean you up. 

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ve got you.” 

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m reader x denki kaminari, smut

tw. dumbification, toys, daddy k.

“W-Wait, wait!—“

“Now now, Kami,” you whispered into Denki’s ear, revelling in the way his body shivered against you.

“Unh! You’re gonna— kill me, man!”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

You rolled his nipple in your fingers as your other hand pressed the magic wand against his cock head. Chaste kisses peppered Denki’s neck, trailing down to his shoulder and up to his jaw.

Denki was completely vulnerable, laying beneath you as he writhed against the fluffy handcuffs you had locked him in about 30 minutes ago. A plug comfortably buried in his ass, a bullet vibrator on one of his nipples whilst your hand played and tugged on the other, the massage wand in your hand rolling around his dick.

“Ahh! Break, d-dude! Gimme a b-b-break!”

His moans were loud and needy, cut off by gasps and jolts. He shivered aggressively, body barely holding up with the stimulation.

He couldn’t even hear his own thoughts — all that encompassed him was the pleasure he was feeling and the occasional teasing remarks that left your curled lips.

Hips shaking aggressively, his cock twitched with excitement as he could feel his second orgasm coming on. He himself was surprised he hadn’t come numerous times by now, but he knew that this wouldn’t last long.

“C-C’mon, man… I—“

Biting down on his neck, you listened to his gasp and whimper as he was trying to restrain his noises with grit teeth and pursed lips. He came just from that, thin and watery ropes of cum on his stomach and coating his shaft.

“I’m not your ‘man,’ Kami. Not your ‘bro’ or ‘dude,’ either,” your tone was deep and authoritative, shaking Denki to his core as all he could do was groan and play with his own fingers. “You better smarten up and learn some respect before I wreck whatever composure you have left with my cock, you hear me?”

Denki sealed his lips, eyes widening at your words as he merely hummed and bucked his hips at your touch.

“Do you hear me?”

“Y-Y-Yes! I do!”

“I don’t think you do, Kaminari.”

Groaning as tears lined his eyes, Denki pulled against the cuffs as his legs trembled. He tried to make eye contact, he tried to see your face, he tried to do anything at all to gauge what you were feeling. But, instead, another harsh bite made him let out a startled noise.

“I-I’m sorry, man— I mean!—“ Denki could hardly feel the bed under him anymore. “Gahh! I’m sorry, daddy!”

“That’s better,” he could practically hear your smirk as you spoke into his ear.

“Oh, God… D-Daddy, I’m gonna fuckin’ p-pass out.”

“I’m not going to stop if you pass out.”

“Hnngh! You’re so cruel…”

After a couple more minutes of your relentless abuse, you lifted the wand off his dick and tossed it to the side. Denki kept gasping and groaning but was able to let out a brief sigh of relief before you pulled his legs up and around your waist.

Pulling the plug out, the corners of Denki’s lips twitched as he watched you. There was a nervous twinge racking his body, and yet the hot lust that pooled in his stomach counteracted his uneasiness.

“Ready for your daddy’s cock, Kami?”

“Anhh! Y-Y-Yes, daddy! Yes! Holy shit, m-man— I mean! Gah, please just-“

“You’re so cute,” you whispered, kissing his cheek before licking the sweat off his flushed skin, a crude grin on your face.

Lining your cock up against his ass, you used a wad of spit to lube yourself up a little.

Starting to ease your cock in, burying yourself in his ass inch by inch, you sighed softly at the warm feeling that enveloped your dick.

As you settled inside of his body, — your cock comfortably burrowed inside him — you reached to the pile of various fuck toys you had brought to the bed earlier.

“Oh, fuck! D-Daddy, you’re…” Denki moaned loudly, hips trembling as your thighs pressed against his cheeks. “Ooh, m-man… I’m g-g-gonna break! I-Imma- unh!”

You began to thrust, slowly at first, but soon you picked up your pace. In your hand, now, was a fleshlight that you were quick to sink onto his cock, smiling at the high-pitched moan that he let out

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! M/n— Ah, daddy! I’m—“

You continued to thrust, your cock hitting depths inside Denki that brought him unimaginable pleasure. The fleshlight around his cock vibrated as you turned it on, beginning to pump his dick with it as you only became faster with the snaps of your hips against his own.

Body beginning to convulse, he came for his third time, eyes rolling back as he could hardly conceive the sensation that overcame his body.

Not even being able to articulate words anymore, Denki went limp and merely screamed moans and cries as you fucked him without mercy, the toys that stimulated his bruised body never stopping in their attack.

“What a pretty face,” you gazed lovingly at his expression. Eyes cloudy and lined with bulbous tears daring to fall, jaw slack as drool spilled from his swollen lips, cheeks flushed a deep scarlet as strands of hair stuck to his forehead from his excessive sweating.

“Daddy!” he gasped yet again, jerking so aggressively in the cuffs that restrained him he made grooves in his wrists. He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t see straight. All that he could feel was your thick cock penetrating his shaking body, and the intense vibrations that destroyed him.

Another loud scream left his mouth, coming again. He was starting to shoot blanks, which you had anticipated. Bringing him to the point of dry orgasms turned you on immensely, which you were going to need for the hours that would come.

You weren’t nearly close to being finished moulding his pretty little body to your cock, and he knew that very well.

author’s note ; I don’t usually use such sexual language but dumb boy Denki makes it easy, haha.

[poppy-metal]

follow-up to this

you don't know how you went from crushing armins ego on campus to spread out on his freinds dorm bed, your arms restrained behind you, completely naked as eren fits you close to his chest. the warmth at your back is a mockery with the way he's holding both your legs wide and apart, baring your pussy - to him. to armin. but here you are.

armin who looks in a trance as he looks at your glistening, wet cunt, clenching and unclenching rhythmically under his stare. he's fisting his pink cock, trembling on his knees as he licks his lips at the sight you behold, splayed to him like an offering.

erens chin props up on your head his voice soft, because he's speaking to armin, the harsh, mean grip he has on your thighs lets you know he could care less about you. "go on, babyboy. she's all yours now. isn't that right, slut?"

erens fingers dig into your thighs, making you wince, still, even in this position, your defiant. glaring at armin through watery eyes, you sneer at him. "go ahead and dissapoint me minmin"

erens chuckles, chuckles. above you, his gaze meets armins "you gonna let her talk to you like that?" all the lessons he'd drilled into armin come to the surface and armins gaze hardens, sky blue eyes turning to ice as he, quick as a whip, leans forward and slaps you. hard. your head quips to the side, and before you can ever turn it back around to face him, he's shuffling forward. meshing the head of his pretty pink tip against the petal folds of your cunt.

he teases you there, making you jolt. armin looks so mean all the sudden, so cold as he glares down at you. "wanted to be good to you" he says, eyes watching the way your slick pussy flutters everytime he passes he cock through your slit. "wanted to take you out and make love to you. i liked you ____. so much. but you're such a bitch"

"and what do we do to bitches?" eren prods, sounding proud.

armins pink tongue comes out to lick his lips, long lashes fluttering against his cheek when he slides the first, considerably, thick inch inside you. "they get fucked"

"oh fuck", "fuck, min" are said at the same time above you, armins curse at feeling that tight sweet cunt welcome him home, finally and erens reverence at watching his best friend split a girl open on his cock for the first time.

"you were keeping this little pussy from him?" eren asks you, letting armins hand take place on holding one leg up so he can grip your jaw, tilt your face up to him. his jade eyes are so dark and heavy, brown hair falling over his forhead, lips bitten red from his impatient lust. you can feel his dick digging into your back. he shakes you, making your teeth knock. "huh? little brat thought she was too good for us hm? all bark and no fucking bite with you. had the balls to say shit to our faces, with your little empty cunt aching the whole time? bet you were fucking waiting for the day someone would put you on your fucking back and fuck sense into you"

when you don't answer, too lost in the feeling of being split open on armins cock over and over eren leans forward and pinches your clit between his fingers. "fucking slut thinks she deserves to cum around your cock, baby" he says to armin. "you gonna let her?"

"mm" armins little whimper is shaky, his voice breathy as he gazes where he dissappears in and out of you. he leans forward, trapping erens hand between your bodies and locking you on his dick. he kisses your lips once, briefly, staring into your very soul. "i wanna hear you say sorry, ___"

"w-what" you gasp.

armin grinds into you, the pressure of his cock in your walls and eren still pinching your clit making you clench. armin pants into your open mouth, speaks against the whimpers falling from your lips, his voice suddenly dead steady as he says, "fucking. apologize"

he leans back up, hips knocking you forward into erens chest with every thrust, "say you're sorry. say you're sorry for denying me what's mine. say you're sorry for not giving me this little cunt sooner and letting my cock fill it where it belongs, you little brat"

you gasp and shake your head, wiggling in erens hold. how did this happen. but your cunt is so slick, its gushing so hotly around him, you can feel it dripping. you want to deny it for as long as you can though. "n-nooo"

erens lips ghosting the shell of your ear, you can feel his grin. "i trained him well" he murmurs to you, "we're not gonna let you go until you learn your lesson, sweetheart. even if i have to hold you still for him to fill that little cunt over and over. and you know" he licks behind your ear, "now that im seeing this pussy get tamed, i think i wanna teach it a lesson or two myself"

[cazimagines]

ayo the break up sex prompt w zemo tho 👀

I feel you 👀

Might have gone a bit overboard for my first prompt, and made it also quite angsty but here we are 😅 I hope you enjoy it.

You could feel the sob getting caught within your throat, trying to push its way out of you, to let it be heard, to let your pain and anguish be felt by him. You bit your lip though, suppressing any voice, any sign of weakness and sadness to appear from you.

Zemo stood in front of you, suitcase in hand, his jaw stiffened as he himself was trying to hold back the slightest form of sorrow, for he knew where it would lead the two of you. His fingers flexed upon the strap of his suitcase, the tendon in his arm pushing against his skin as he tensed, ready to say his final words.

This was it.

There was no going back.

After Sokovia he had been a broken man, left completely and utterly alone with everything meaningful in his life ripped away from him. He was an empty shell, moving through life without anything going for him. That was until you found him. Like a match struck suddenly there was a flicker of light within him again, some warmth to burn inside of him and shelter him from the blistery cold winds of his depression. You were there to build the man up again, to save him from drowning. You were his hero, and who didn't fall in love with their hero?

But Zemo wasn't the heroine. He was the antagonist.

Love was bittersweet, a fleeting feeling and the stronger he grew again, the stronger his lust for revenge grew. With you unknowingly helping, he found his purpose again. To make the avengers pay for what they did to him, and his family.

But he knew he couldn't involve you in this. And so he was leaving.

He'd already broken up with you, sitting you down one night and telling you things just weren't working out anymore for he couldn't tell you the true meaning. Now it was his time to leave.

Swallowing down all the other words he wanted to say, everything that ached in his chest, he instead nodded his heart towards you.

"Thank you" he started, "For giving me a place to heal and recover. I'll always be indebted to you"

You didn't speak a word, your eyes instead continuing to stare deep into him.

"I suppose there's nothing else to say"

He faltered for a minute, then with his other arm, he held his hand out for you to shake.

Your eyes finally left his, to glance down at his hand before you, waiting for you to grasp him one last time, one last skin on skin contact. But you refused.

You drew your eyes up to him again, shaking your head as finally tears spilt from you, flowing down your cheeks and Zemo's eyes widened with remorse.

"Helmut" you crocked, "Please, why are you doing this"

Finally, he drew his hand back, his palm scrunching up as if the lack of contact caused him pain.

"Y/n... we've been over this"

"No! You're not telling me the truth Helmut, please, tell me why. Is it something to do with me? Did I upset you? Am I not good enough?" you paused for a second, then took one step forward into Zemo's comfort zone.

"Am I not as good as your wife?"

With those words, something snapped within him.

Instantly he leapt forward, letting go of his suitcase, his hand grasping the back of your head, tangling in your hair while his other hand pressed against your rear as you were shoved up against the wall. His lips found yours and pressed against you harshly. There was no room for breathing, for words, just body pressed against body, lips roaming each other. He lifted you up with his hand, and instantly you wrapped your legs around his waist, securing you there. Your hand grasped onto his back, digging your nails through the fabric making him growl from the slight stinging pain.

He pulled you away from the wall, holding you tightly to his body he matched to your bedroom and tossed you down upon the bed.

He breathed heavily as he looked down at how you were lying down before him, his cheeks had a slight pink tinge and his hair has fallen down from their previously held position so that they dangled upon his forehead.

His fingers grabbed the end of the jumper he wore and quickly pulled it over his head, exposing his toned abdomen. He stood there for a moment, just a moment, then climbed onto the bed, hovering on top of you, his face inches from yours.

In the past he took his time with you, wanting you to feel every ounce of pleasure he could bestow upon you but now he had a deadline, he didn't have the time.

His hands grasped your shirt and tore it open, making you gasp. Instantly his lips found your chest, pressing kisses upon it as his fingers snaked around your back and swiftly undid the hooks on your bra. He yanked it off and placed a soft kiss upon each breast before then trailing his kisses down your stomach.

He reached where your trousers were, and quickly tugged them down your legs, leaving you only in your panties.

Hooking his teeth on the material, sensually he pulled them off you, leaving you completely bare before him.

He stood back up, tumbling with the belt on his trousers, ripping it off and shoving them down.

You smiled at seeing him bare before you again, worried that you might have never seen this slight again. You shivered when you felt his warm hands grasp your thighs and pushed them open, holding you open for him.

He pushed his face into your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit as he flicks his tongue along your slit, lapping up the juices that already was making you wet.

You groaned and tried to gride your hips down, pushing him further into you but once again he drew back.

He grasped his cock with one hand, and he knew he should use a condom but at this moment he wasn't thinking, all he needed was to be inside you one last time, you feel your warm walls grasp him one last time.

He pulled himself back over you, pressing his lips back onto you so that you could taste yourself upon him. He positioned himself over your entrance, and with one quick thrust forward he breached you, pushing into your pulsing walls.

He let out a groan, overcome by the way you feel and so he hovered, not moving as he tried to savour this feeling again. You whined though, feeling the way he pulsed within you and craving him more.

Placing one hand upon your waist and another to cradle your head, he started to thrust into you, angering his hips to hit that spongy spot inside you that made you melt. He grunted every time he thrust, feeling the primal urge inside of him to ruin you, but he restrained himself.

You called out his name, crying out in pleasure as he thrust into you. Your hips buckled and ground down onto him, pushing him as far in as you could manage.

He knew you, he knew everything you liked and it wasn't long before you were pulled to the edge of your orgasm. That hot coil burning within you, threatening to snap. His thrusts grew more erratic and he felt himself getting close, but desperate for you to have your release first.

And so you did. You shook, crying out as your legs twitched and your wetness came all over him. With your walls grasping him tightly, making his own moan rise from within his chest, he released inside of you. His seed pushing far into you, coating your walls.

You laid there, completely worn out but in bliss as he slowly pulled out of you. He fetched a towel and helped clean you up, whispering praises at you which you barely heard.

Finally, as you drifted to sleep, you felt a gentle kiss being placed upon your forehead and a very faint murmur of goodbye.

When you awoke the next day, your bed was cold, your house was empty. Any presence of Zemo had vanished as if he had never been there at all. You curled your legs into your chest, realising you never got to tell him you loved him, that you never got to wish him goodbye. You curled in on yourself and cried.

Zemo stood at the airport, once again his suitcase in hand. He glanced down at his phone, a picture of you, of your warm smile, staring back at him. One tear ran down his cheek, as he pressed the bin button, and your picture was gone forever. The warmth candle within him was blown out, leaving him back in the blistering cold.

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[borom1r]

MIDDLE! AGED! MAN! TITS!!!! 🥳🏳️‍🌈

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hmm so i just had this idea, can i please request a drabble when when mc and dazai had their 'first time' ?? Naturally it would be a smut lol but i'd really appreciate it if you throw in some fluffs too, because i think making love with dazai is more goofy than a serious one! Thank you so much if you do this :)

Author: @ikevamp-shrine​

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Dazai, MC

Pairing: Dazai x MC

Words: 2072

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal penetration, Dazai being Dazai

Notes: So since this request says mc I’m gonna assume its referring to the in game female MC. Anyways, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy and forgive me for just now answering your ask. (please don’t think I’m ignoring any request that has been sent in, I just haven’t gotten around to them- they will be done at some point.)

Preview: 

He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, rounding over the dip, pulling the plush pad of pink down from between her teeth. He glances up; the playful gaze gone from his eyes, instead replaced with the low burning of sizzling embers and wanton lust. He breathed in quick; her scent invaded his senses making him high on her. “Giving in to our most carnal desires, my dear.”

She swallowed thickly forcing his eyes to follow the movement of her throat. He smirked tensely. The tip of pulsating fangs caught the light as they slid from his gums. Dazai laughed lowly, his fingers wrapping around the exposed skin of her neck.

“Do you have any- “his yellowed eyes met hers, and suddenly he was all she could see- “idea... what I want to do to you?”

She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by a voice she had never heard the man before her use. Dangerous, lethal, lustful- a trickster warning those of his true power. “Do you have any clue to how hard it is to restrain myself from piercing your skin right now and claiming you as mine?”

“Dazai.”

He hums in response to her shaky voice, completely captivated by the parting of her lips as his face reveals nothing but an internal battle within himself. She gasped when his fingers find purchase on the soft curve of her hips, bringing their bodies flush together with a tug.

“What are we doing?” A bite of her lip has Dazai trembling.

He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, rounding over the dip, pulling the plush pad of pink down from between her teeth. He glances up; the playful gaze gone from his eyes, instead replaced with the low burning of sizzling embers and wanton lust. He breathed in quick; her scent invaded his senses making him high on her. “Giving in to our most carnal desires, my dear.”

She swallowed thickly forcing his eyes to follow the movement of her throat. He smirked tensely. The tip of pulsating fangs caught the light as they slid from his gums. Dazai laughed lowly, his fingers wrapping around the exposed skin of her neck.

“Do you have any- “his yellowed eyes met hers, and suddenly he was all she could see- “idea... what I want to do to you?”

She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by a voice she had never heard the man before her use. Dangerous, lethal, lustful- a trickster warning those of his true power. “Do you have any clue to how hard it is to restrain myself from piercing your skin right now and claiming you as mine?”

“I-.” She furrowed her brows, completely at lost as to what to say.

His grip on her throat tightened as Dazai loomed over her form, his wispy breaths of whispers tickling her ear like a lonely breeze. “I want you. All of you.”

He rested his cheek on her shoulder, glancing up at her wavering eyes with need, continuing, appearing vulnerable and innocent, “you want me to... don’t you?”

She nodded, not trusting her words.

Dazai pulled away, completely ridding the girl of his touch as her hand twitched, raising to grab at the thick fabric of his clothing. He grabbed her hand, tsking while murmuring, “I’m going to need a verbal consent to be sure you understand what you’re getting yourself into.”

She panted, her eyes pleading and hands shaking. “Please Dazai. I need you.” His jaw clenched. “Did you know I’m a selfish man, my dear? I will not share.”

She pulled him to her. His silken hair dangled in the air, his hands slammed on either side of her head against the wall she was pressed to, steadying himself. Their foreheads touching, breaths mingling, and hearts yearning.

She gasped for air, her want building to unimaginable heights, “be selfish then. Take me and keep me as your own.”

Dazai stilled, his face dropping and tone depressed. “That’s unfair. You know I can’t resist when you say things like that.” He shook his head, a devilish smile appearing, his features morphing into fox like proportions.

“Ask and you shall receive, my dear,” he paused his words to lift the woman up, turning towards the bed, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, “after all- “he laid her down on his sheets, gently tracing the buttons on her blouse, popping one open at a time- “I am nothing more than a poor writer pleased to be a servant to someone as radiant as you.”

Dazai’s lips caressed the soft skin of her exposed stomach. Chills rose along her flesh as his finger ran over the curve of her thigh, his body moving over her, his kisses leaving a burning path down her body. His hand wrapped under her knee, kneading slowly. Pushing her leg in the air, Dazai watched as her skirt slipped down the limb. His other hand gripped her hip. His face went blank. His glowing, yellow eyes observed the flush of her skin, the reddening marks he left on her stomach, the heave of her breasts that began to spill out of the cups of her bra, the plush of her lips, and the blatant need in her eyes. His head tilted. Silky bangs hiding one side of his face. He whispered, “say my name.”

She shivered when his tongue met the sensitive expanse of her calf, lapping slowly up to her ankle. “Dazai.”

His fangs nibbled at her toes; her shoes previously discarded on the floor. MC gasped, her leg jerking at the ticklish sensation.

“Who do you belong to?” Dazai growled lowly, his eyes flashing.

MC moaned as his teeth dug into the front of her ankle. “You, you- only you.”

Dazai hummed, his eyes drifting closed as he opened himself to the intense emotions and rising tension. Muscles twitched under his mouth as he tracked back down her leg, his hand sliding from her hip to the waist band of her skirt, tugging the fabric off and tossing it to the floor. Opening his eyes, lids hooded with lust, the writer inhaled sharply at the spread of her hips before him. Her hands gripped at his sheets when he descended upon the growing wet spot on her panties.

She stopped breathing, her breath catching in her throat, when the male flattened his tongue over her clothed entrance; his moan vibrating through her at the taste. Her knees bent over his broad shoulders- broader that what they appeared. She felt his muscles tense and ripple as he sucked and licked at her through her underwear, his saliva mixing with her damp want. Her legs began to tremble when sharp teeth bit the cloth of her panties; her heart fluttered dangerously as Dazai pulled them off with his lips.

He looked utterly feral as he rose above her, regal even. Majestic, powerful. Like a snake slithering around its prey, soon to wrap around its form and swallow the defenseless creature whole. Dazai flicked his tongue out to lick over the glimmering points of his fangs, still tasting MC on his lips. His skin appeared to shimmer in the candle light, his pupils dilating and nostrils flaring as he nuzzled his face into her inner thigh. His breath fanned over the apex of her thighs, his low laugh shifting through the air when he saw her clench with excitement.

“Look at how obedient you are being. Spreading yourself just for me… I might just give you a reward.” They met gazes; she felt dizzy.

Dazai’s fingers dipped into her, coating the digit as she groaned. He curled inside of her, his jaw clicking at the tightness. He already knew he would struggle with not being completely consumed by the thought of her. He pumped slowly, building her up only to push himself knuckles deep, adding another finger. She moaned louder at the sudden stretch.

Dazai’s brows furrowed with concentration and MC barely heard him speak.

“I hope the walls are thick.”

She panted, confused. “W-what?”

He glanced back up at her reddened face, murmuring, “I hope the walls are thick or our neighbors will hear every pretty moan of yours.”

Her eyes widened when he reached above her head, knocking on the wall, mind blanking as she watched the writer smile expectantly at the barrier behind her. Another knock sounded back making her blood run cold.

Dazai shifted his gaze back down at her, smirking flippantly at her baffled expression. “Not so thick after all, I guess.”

MC blushes, opening her mouth, huffing embarrassingly.

Dazai shifts, leaning back on his haunches, knees bent under him. He brings MC with him, pulling her to straddle his lap. His hands rests on her lower back as he watches her, amused at how desperately she tries to untie his clothing, her embarrassment forgotten.

Her hands shake, her whine tumbling past her teeth when the knot tightens instead of coming apart.

Dazai rubs his hands around the globe of her bottom, soothing her. The knot finally comes undone and MC slips her hands under his clothing, pushing the fabric back, relishing in the smoothness of his skin beneath her finger tips. His clothing pools on the bed, catching at his elbows making him appear as if he was a fertility god ripe for the taking.

With tensing muscles and sweat damp skin, Dazai crashes his lips onto hers, their tongues fighting for dominance. His fingers flex against her skin, his form flinching when he feels MC grip the heavy weight of his cock between her palm, pumping and squeezing. A breathless moan follows and Dazai’s head falls limp between the junction of MC’s shoulder as she jerks his manhood; her thumb rubbing over the sensitive slit, smearing what seeps out along the smoothness of his skin.  

His stomach tenses, his mouth pulled into a grimace. Dazai grips MC’s wrists, stopping her, whispering shakily, “easy. I want to make this last.”

He takes a nipple within his mouth. It pebbles between his teeth, darkening as she throws her head back, scratching her nails against his scalp. He reaches between them to rub the swollen head of his cock against her clit. Her wetness drips down her thigh, dampening the cloth still trapped around Dazai’s thighs.

“Damn it, stop teasing me,” MC groans out, frustrated and impatient.

“The best things come to those who wait,” Dazai grins.

She digs her nails into his nape in warning, forcing a hiss from the writer. He glanced up at her heated eyes, smirking impishly around her nipple.

He snorts. “Ok, ok. Stop abusing this poor man.”

She breathes heavily, his tongue lapping at her chest, moving up her collar bone; he sucks at the pulse of her neck as he pushes the tip of his cock into her sopping heat. MC whimpers.

Dazai’s arm cages her, wrapping around her middle, holding her still as he slips deep within her.

“Ah! Dazai...” MC mewls, hugging his shoulder as they begin to rock together.

The writer whines at the heat gripping his cock. They lose each other in themselves. Clawing at the other’s skin in hopes of leaving a mark. They become one; feeling their bodies slide against each other, their minds fuzzy and hearts entwining.

“My dear,” Dazai growls, his fangs dropping further than they had before, his throat screaming with the need for it to be cooled by the one he craves, “I need... please, let me.”

His head is pushed back into the curve of MC’s neck as she nods at his begging, knowing and willing for him to take what he wants.

Dazai places his lips loosely over her skin, lightly brushing her with his lips, kissing delicate flesh stained with effects of his actions. Allowing his teeth to scrape against her, his eyes shoot open when she moans out.

“-close,” she mumbles, her body tensing and back arching.

He feels the tight fluttering of her walls around him as he sinks his fangs deep within her skin, holding her tight so she doesn’t rip his fangs through her flesh while she bucks wildly; waves of pleasure crashing over her, overwhelming her, dragging her down the river of ecstasy. Dazai grunts sharply, pulling himself out of her warmth to spurt thick ropes of white along the quivering planes of her stomach. Rolling his hips in the air, Dazai’s illuminated eyes grow blurry; his mind suffocating with the pleasure and the taste of his lover.

He sucks once roughly, his brows pinching together, face pained. Slowly removing his long canines from MC when she stills; her back shivered, rising and falling quickly.

She exhales when his tongue, slick with her blood, laps weakly at the puncture wounds upon her neck, helping it to heal. Exhaustion seeps deep within her bones as they bask in the aftershocks of their love making, holding each other close, her head on his chest listening to the steady thumps of his heart.

“Still with me?” Dazai questions. Euphoria makes his voice heavy and lazy.

She nods.

Dazai uses his sleeve to wipe his cum from her skin, pressing their cheeks together. He tenderly strokes her spine as he takes in the warmth of her companionship. “Stay?”

MC falls back dragging Dazai with her. They both laugh as she digs her nose into the crease of his breasts. He kisses the top of her head when she responds, her voice thick with the need for rest, their legs tangling as they slowly drift off to sleep, “always.”

Tagging @dazaiswindow @alby-rei @gallifreysperfectrose @nishtharya @robin-the-enby for saying yes on my previous post

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[sub-rosepetals]

Let Me See

Warnings: grinding, dirty talk, body worship

You had been working on this project for work for what felt like forever. Mingi had been patient, though you knew he was probably aching for your attention. He was quiet for the most part, only coming in and out of your office to see if you needed anything, but you could tell from the way he fidgeted and his eyes wandered that he was barely restraining himself. You hadn’t touched him since you started working on this project.

Mingi came into the room with a glass of water that he gently set down next to you.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmured absentmindedly, giving him a fond little smile before you returned to your work. You knew he was just looking for any excuse to come into the room with you, and you felt bad for not giving him attention. But you honestly needed to get this project done before the end of the day.

You didn’t notice anything was off until you realized Mingi was standing stock still, not having moved an inch since he set down your glass of water. Your eyes flicked up to his face, confused, but he didn’t even notice. His eyes were trained directly at one point, not wavering or moving.

Confused, you followed his gaze and a little gasp escaped your throat. When you were working, your sweatpants had slipped partway down your hip without you realizing, revealing your bare expanse of skin.

“A-Are you not wearing any panties?” Mingi asked, his voice trembling with confusion and lust.

“Sorry, baby,” you said, quickly pulling your pants back up to cover the skin that was making Mingi absolutely shake with greed and impatience.

“No, no,” Mingi whined slightly. He sunk down onto the floor next to your chair, tugging gently on your sweatpants, “Let me see.”

You chewed at your lip pensively, knowing that if you started something with Mingi now, there was no way you were going to be able to stop. There was never “just fooling around,” when it came to the two of you. But you looked down at Mingi, his eyes wide and pleading for your attention. He had been such a patient, good boy. He deserved it.

“Okay, baby,” you finally sighed, turning your body towards him to give him easier access to you, “Really quick.”

You tugged your sweatpants back down partway, revealing your hip and part of your thigh to him. Mingi’s eyes widened, and his fingers danced across your skin gently as he looked up at you.

“C-Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice barely higher than a whisper. You nodded at him, and he leaned in to your bare skin. Mingi kissed it reverently, dragging the warmth of his lips against your hip and partway down your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat at the feel of his lips, which always knew exactly where to go to set your body on fire.

Mingi absentmindedly pulled your sweatpants farther down, his lips tracing patterns on your hips down to your outer thigh down more of your leg. His breath tickled you and you felt a shiver run across your skin.

“Did I do something wrong?” Mingi asked quickly, close enough to feel the chills that had run across your body.

You shook your head quickly, “No, baby,” you told him, “You’re doing great. You’ve been such a good boy, so patient, do you want me to make you feel good?”

Mingi swallowed audibly as he nodded, “Y-Yes,” he said pleadingly. You nodded, pulling away from him and eliciting a small whine from his throat.

You stood up with a little chuckle, pulling him to his feet. When you were both standing up, Mingi towered over you, but he might as well be as tiny as a baby with how compliant and needy he was in your hands. Mingi leaned down, dragging his lips against yours indelicately. You laughed slightly again at how needy he was, slipping your tongue against his. He groaned into your mouth, and you spun him around to press him into your chair.

Mingi sat down easily, staring up at you reverently as you pulled your shirt over your head to let your breasts free. His eyes widened even more than they already were, and you couldn’t help but smile at how innocent he always managed to be.

You sat down on top of Mingi gently, and he gasped quietly. His hands came up to cup you, kneading your breasts gently. He leaned in and took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently. You let your head fall back for a moment, reveling in how good his mouth felt on your nipple as he switched to the other side.

You grinded down on Mingi roughly, rubbing against his cock, which was already rock hard for you. He moaned loudly against your nipple in surprise, his eyes shutting tightly.

“You like that, baby?” you whispered in his ear, and he nodded his head quickly, “What do you want me to do?” you purred at him.

“W-Wanna be inside y-you,” Mingi mewled as you grinded down on him harder, “W-Wanna make you feel good and feel you clenching around me.”

You could literally feel yourself throbbing at his words. Even with those big innocent eyes and how needy he was for you, Mingi still said some of the filthiest things you had ever heard with that deep voice of his.

“Okay baby boy,” you nipped at his ear gently and you heard his breath catch, “Just because you’ve been such a good boy for me.” 

Mingi let you pull his shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground beside you. You ran your hands down his chest and athletic torso, letting your mouth explore what your hands weren’t touching. As your mouth met his skin, nibbling and giving it open mouth kisses, Mingi let out a little grunt as his breathing sped up.

“You’re sensitive today, aren’t you?” you asked him with a little chuckle. You grinded down harder on his clothed dick, setting a steady pace. As if to prove your point, Mingi’s head fell back and moans escaped his mouth.

“Oh god, f-fuck,” he whined, his eyes scrunching up.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” you reattached your lips to his chest, grazing over his nipple and leaving red splotches along his skin.

“Yes, yes,” Mingi groaned loudly, “Hah- p-please.”

“Go ahead and cum, angel,” you whispered to him, and he took your permission immediately. You felt him shaking as whimpers fell from his lips and he came undone underneath you.

You clicked your tongue gently as you pressed down on the wet spot in his pants. Mingi shivered and groaned, still sensitive and coming down from his high.

“You made a mess, didn’t you?” you said, smirking at him. Mingi hid his face, embarrassed, but you tugged his hands away. 

“Come on, love,” you said with your lips pressed to his ear, “Let’s get these off of you. My project can wait until later.”

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 33

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 33

His curses and sobs were cut off by Xiao Yu when his cold tongue pushed into his mouth with disciplinary-like roughness and almost crazy possessiveness, deepening the kiss. A whole night of this stifling and domineering ghost left Lin Yan completely enraged. His brain was blank under the effect of alcohol and it left room for Xiao Yu to grab his chin and slip his tongue into his mouth.

The kiss was so intense that he couldn't even get a breath in. Lin Yan roughly shook his head to shake him off, but the ghost didn't leave him any room to move, and he held him tightly in his lap to the point that he couldn't escape. All his emotions were magnified from the alcohol and the tears from his sobs and curses were still on his cheeks, drying into cold streaks.

"Put me down. . ." After the kiss, Lin Yan sat on his lap and whimpered: "Let go."

"You're a fucking jealous husband. I just wanted to hold onto some memories. You owe me! Why should I always have to listen to you? This is my home, my home!"

Xiao Yu looked at the person in his arms dumbfounded. The alcohol stained his cheeks with a flush of redness. He was clearly using all his strength to break free, but his head was softly pillowed on his shoulders. Lin Yan's face was always cycling through several emotions when he faced him; fear, resistance, gentleness, trust, and even adoration like he was a small animal. But he had never been like this, leaning in his arms like a child, crying and screaming at him.

"Little shrew." Xiao Yu sighed. He reached under Lin Yan's knees and moved him to the sofa. Lin Yan wobbled and stood up to leave, but he couldn't make it two steps before he lost his balance and fell down. He kneeled on the ground and kept nuzzling his head into the cushion.

"You're the fucking shrew. . ." Lin Yan murmured, half-conscious. The effects of the alcohol were so strong that he felt his thoughts were getting more and more distorted. He couldn't even remember what had just happened. In the chaos, he felt a pair of hands holding his waist from behind, a force dragging him back towards the couch.

Lin Yan twisted his body dissatisfiedly. His fingers clung to the sofa cushion, his head arched under the pillow: "Don't. . . don't bother me. I want to sleep. I'll make you leave if you bother me again. . ."

"Go back to bed." Xiao Yu touched Lin Yan's back, continuing to hook his waist and lift him up. Lin Yan muttered, annoyed, like a lazy couch potato.

"Are you going to kneel here all night?"

Lin Yan hummed. He hugged the cushion and closed his eyes contentedly.

"Get up." Xiao Yu's expression changed. He kneeled behind Lin Yan and wrapped his arms around his waist, wrenching his shoulders to pick him up. The feeling of his back being close to someone made Lin Yan feel incredibly at ease, so he continued to lean back, his rear end resting on a hard object. Lin Yan let out a yawn and nuzzled back in a daze.

The arms around his waist tightened, and the person behind him gently trembled. His lips pressed against Lin Yan's ear, and he slowly sucked on his earlobe. Lin Yan couldn't suppress a shudder when he reached the most sensitive area. His fingers unconsciously squeezed the sofa tighter. He tried to lean forward to avoid him, but the hardness behind him intensified, and the sound of breathing next to his ears became slightly anxious.

"Are you going to sleep?" Xiao Yu's voice was faint.

"Yeah..." Lin Yan moaned lowly from his throat. The top few buttons popped open in the scuffle, exposing a large expanse of neck and shoulder. Lin Yan turned his head and pressed the side of his face into the cushion, closing his eyes tightly. His trembling eyelashes in the dark blue nightlight presented a strange charm. His lips were slightly open like they couldn't stay shut, but also like it was an invitation.

"Xiao Yu . . ."

The soft exclamation made the person behind him feel like an electric shock had jolted him. He fiercely kissed the nape of Lin Yan's neck. The hands that were holding his waist moved to his torso to stroke his chest, rubbing the small dots on his chest through the shirt. They were originally flat, you could barely feel the bulge. After repeated stroking, they rigidly popped, pecking at Xiao Yu’s fingers, the slight fiddling forcing a gasp out of Lin Yan. His words were muffled with his panting: "I'm going to sleep. . . I'm. . . Don't touch, don't touch that. . ."

"It's late." Xiao Yu said coldly. He pushed Lin Yan's shirt up, their bodies pressed together, teasing the hard nubs on his chest. Lin Yan bit his lip, breathing more and more heavily, twisting his body to try and escape. This position got him more entangled in Xiao Yu's arms. With a slight movement, he rubbed against the hard object between his hips, and the person behind him pressed him tighter against him as if being stimulated.

"It's so hot. . ." Lin Yan's voice was quiet. Trembling, he stroked the back of Xiao Yu's hand. He stroked his slender fingers, skimming around his flat, smooth nails. His finger met the edge of his erect nipples, and his whole body shuddered.

"You like to do this yourself? Huh?" Xiao Yu grabbed Lin Yan's hand. Despite his resistance, he grabbed his fingers and rubbed them into the hard nubs. The other hand pulled off his shirt, exposing his large shoulders and wheat-coloured back. Xiao Yu froze for a moment, then buried his head in Lin Yan's neck and kissed him.

Lin Yan buried his head in the sofa cushion. Xiao Yu sucked the skin from his ear all the way down to his shoulder blade. A wave of heat rushed to his lower abdomen and his skinny jeans got uncomfortably tight. The feelings in his chest kept growing. Xiao Yu refused to let him go. Lin Yan tried to withdraw his hand several times but was repeatedly blocked, roughly pinching his fingers against the most sensitive area.

"Stop." The deep sense of shame and unbearable pleasure made Lin Yan cry: "Please, don't touch that. . . let go. . ."

Instinctively, he knew what was happening and immediately sensed the danger. He began to resist, but his so-called resistance was unbearably seductive in Xiao Yu's eyes. The sucking on his shoulder became more intense. His mind was spinning. Xiao Yu pulled his shoulders so that he leaned against the sofa and sat on the floor. He kissed his lips while rubbing the small dots on his chest.

The movement of his tongue made Lin Yan's mouth overflow with saliva, Xiao Yu swallowing it up, even the drops that threatened to spill out of the corners of his mouth. The belt on his jeans was pulled off, his underwear was taken off, and Xiao Yu grasped the hardness that was raised and stiff. Lin Yan shook violently. Before he could struggle free, Xiao Yu was already gripping his lower body and began to move up and down.

"Mmm..." Lin Yan bit his lower lip and tried his best to restrain the groan that tried to escape. His delicate face was stained with the image of lust. His whole body felt like it was on fire, uncontrollably dry. His hands clung to Xiao Yu's neck, twisting and struggling: "What do you want? You. . .What are you. . ."

His lower region rose to a purple-red colour. Xiao Yu stopped teasing him and held the pillar with his saliva-coated thumb and circled the slit. The rubbing evoked just the right amount of arousal in Lin Yan's heart and refused to give way for any comfort. The two of them looked at each other in the darkness. Lin Yan stripped off his faded jeans to reveal his strong legs, his drunken eyes hazy and his lips slightly opened. Each stroke of Xiao Yu's fingers over his slit elicited a gasp. He rubbed past it and received a disappointed exhale, chest rising and falling, like a water-starved fish.

"What did you say I was doing?" Xiao Yu pulled the outer layer of soft skin down to reveal the sensitive indentation. He leaned down and began to heavily lick it. Lin Yan let out a low groan. Even his eyes began to relax. The painting-like face in front of him, his long and powerful body, the crossed collar wrapped around his neck with ascetic-like calmness and clarity, his cold black hair falling over the back of his hand; how long he endured this? How long had he thought about it? Lin Yan gritted his teeth and gasped. The desire that came pouring out of him eroded him right down to the bones, burning him to ashes like a hellish karmic fire.

"Come on." Lin Yan took a deep breath. "Come and get it if you can."

In the darkness, they stared at each other like two swordsmen about to duel. The next second they passionately embraced, madly and intensely kissing each other. Lin Yan pulled down Xiao Yu's pants and held the huge thing underneath him to get him off. His tongue rushed in his mouth without permission. The two collapsed into a ball amidst the debris that littered the floor.

He stared at his jeans. Two slender and straight legs wrapped around Xiao Yu's waist and Xiao Yu's fingers touched his soft entrance. When he was about to expand the entrance, Lin Yan suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted himself up. He drunkenly hung his head to the side and slurred: "Don't bother."

"Go straight in."

"It will hurt. Wait a minute." Xiao Yu patiently kissed Lin Yan's face. His fingers moved towards that warm place and Lin Yan ripped his hand away. His voice trembled: "I said no!"

Sensing the surprise from the other person, Lin Yan turned his face and said quietly: "Enter from the back. Don't let me see it."

Xiao Yu's expression went cold. Lin Yan sighed. He moved away from his gaze and slowly kissed his lips, gently sucking with his lower lip, eventually kissing his adam’s apple, whispering: "I really want you. Do it. I can't wait."

"It's my first time. Take it slow." Lin Yan got up from the ground and staggered onto the sofa. When Xiao Yu followed, he wrapped his arms around the ghost's waist. He lifted the straight hem and buried his face against his stomach. He slowly licked his stiffness from top to bottom, swallowing it and soothing it with his tongue.

Xiao Yu grabbed Lin Yan's hair and pushed it into his mouth. When he reached the soft flesh at the back of his throat, he softly called his name. He withdrew and rubbed Lin Yan's lips, but refused to go back in.

When Xiao Yu brought him up, Lin Yan was shaking like a leaf, but the ghost didn't have his usual overbearing and tough dominance at all. Instead, he acted gently like he would with a child. While kissing his ear to tantalize Lin Yan's desire, he parted his ass cheeks a little to enter him.

Even his dulled drunk senses couldn't mask the pain as Lin Yan broke out in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth. After the whole thing was inserted, he felt like he was being tortured. He buried his face in the sofa and gasped for breath. The foreign object in his body made Lin Yan feel inexplicably distraught and desperate. The whole city is lit up, but he belongs only to the darkest corner of it. He was like a forgotten steamed bun, left to grow fungus and mould in some alley. He had sex with a ghost in the middle of the clutter-filled room, an absurd sexual encounter that disgusted and overwhelmed him. Lin Yan picked up a rag from the floor and covered his eyes. God knows how much he wanted to touch his lover's body in all its glory, to claim his kisses while admiring his seductive look.

At least that wasn't what was happening now. Lin Yan was clutching the cushion in confusion. His shirt was still on, the person ambling behind him was nearly fully clothed. They were just doing animalistic things here, something dark and desolate. Lust truly was the lowest form of pleasure. Lin Yan turned around and touched Xiao Yu's face. "Move. I'm okay."

"Tell me if it hurts." Xiao Yu whispered in his ear.

The lights outside projected into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The rather stylish living room looked like it had been hit by a storm. The coffee table and small bookcase were smashed and overturned. The ground was piled with shredded clothes and scraps of paper. The soft sofa fabric on the middle cushion was still intact, and the darkness echoed with the strange ambiguous sound of dripping water. The slender man in traditional clothing was propped up on the sofa. The man beneath him was resting on his arm, gritting his teeth with every thrust. Each time, it hit that area in exactly the right spot, as if they had already done this many times.

"Feels so good . . . Xiao Yu, that feels so good . . ." Lin Yan struggled to climax. His fingers squeezed the sofa cushion like he was trying to wring it out. "I want . . . a little deeper . . ." Xiao Yu put his hand to his mouth. Lin Yan eagerly began to suck, five fingers going in and out of his mouth. Then, he licked the back of his hand before interlocking his hand with the other's saliva-covered one.

The infinite night sucked them in. Pleasure was in the air, their ruinous love like a beautiful dream.

Xiao Yu forcefully picked up Lin Yan's body from the sofa. He let him lean back in his arms. Along with Xiao Yu's movements, Lin Yan soothed his front end impatiently until his hand was caught by the ghost, forcing him to take it away. When he took it away, Lin Yan shook his head uncomfortably, but Xiao Yu held the stiffness for him: "I'm coming." Xiao Yu said: "Close your eyes and scream for me."

"Xiao Yu . . ." Lin Yan cried weakly. Was he dead? He must have died alongside this ghost. He was desperate, crazed and overwhelmed. His tight entrance tightly clamped around the large thing that repeatedly thrust in. The two of them entwined together, right until the bitter end.

He doesn't remember exactly how many times he changed positions overnight or how many times he did it. The last time he had been completely powerless, sticky with sweat and semen. Xiao Yu carried him and threw him onto the bed in the bedroom. Lin Yan curled up in the blanket like a kitten, and Xiao Yu removed all of his clothes. He patiently spread out his limbs, folding his hands across his chest. His muscular legs tightly fit between Lin Yan's, and he coaxed Lin Yan to sleep like they were a real couple using kisses as loving words. He had drunk too much. Lin Yan leaned back against Xiao Yu’s chest for a while. The dizziness passed, and he slowly lost consciousness.

[flowesona]

Wheel of Fortune - Yandere! Namjoon x reader

The Tarot Series

It had been a relatively uneventful Tuesday when Namjoon stumbled across her for the first time. He’d been reluctant to try online dating, much less looking for a sugar baby, but he was bored and a primitive part of him was lusting for pleasure in a way that adult movies couldn’t fulfill. 

Something about her was intoxicating. Maybe it was the warm look inhabiting her (E/C) eyes, or the beautiful smile that tugged at her lips. It was enough to compel Namjoon to message her without a second thought. 

KNJ: How’s your day going, beautiful?

His adrenaline slowly settled into an acidic regret, worried that he hadn’t said enough. He should have been more eloquent, more unique, maybe offered her a large sum of money so that he’d be worth her time. Such plagued him for thirty seconds until a shrill tone told him that he’d received a reply.

Adore: Better now that you’re talking to me, handsome <3

Namjoon’s heart thumped, enraptured by her words.

Adore: I’ve been looking for someone like you to take care of me for a long time. Will you be my daddy?

His hands shot to the keyboard much faster than he would have been proud to admit.

KNJ: I’ll give you anything you want, darling.

Adore: You’re amazing, daddy <3

KNJ: Send me your bank details right now.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

He only ever worked for her now. Every second that he spent in his office, slaving away at paperwork was spurred on by the thought that he could satisfy her and draw out that beautiful smile. He’d been rewarded with precious pictures of her, posing as if she was showing her beauty to the world yet he felt that her smile was reserved just for him.

Nothing could end their ‘relationship’. Not even the teasing of his friends, telling Namjoon how he was chasing after a girl who just saw him as a chore, just another man in her harem for her to please. Whilst he brushed those comments away at the time, at night they haunted him until after a few months he reached breaking point.

KNJ: Do you talk to other men?

He sat back in his chair, resisting the urge to bite his nails anxiously.

KNJ: Be honest with me, please.

Those few minutes had been complete agony as he waited for her to reply.

Adore: I have to, daddy. I still love you the most <3

Namjoon hissed through his teeth, hurt by the statement despite thinking he could handle the truth.

KNJ: Am I a fucking joke to you? Nearly a hundred million won and I’m still not worthy of your sole attention?

The sick pleasure that came from scolding her didn’t even out with the sunken feeling in his stomach, leading Namjoon to abandon his computer for once in a blue moon, choosing instead to water his abandoned house plants.

His dejection didn’t last long, however. It had barely been three days before he logged back onto the website, impatiently clicking on his inbox. He was met with nothing from her, just plenty of messages from people eager to take her place. His mind was only on her.

KNJ: Please darling, I’m so sorry about being angry with you. Please just respond to me.

His apology wasn’t enough. No matter how many messages he sent he never received a response. Even after how much love and money he’d showered her with, it wasn’t enough and such made Namjoon want to tear his hair out.

The few selfies she’d sent him had been able to tide him over for a while, become the source for late nights of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. He needed much more. He needed to see her face in real life, to cradle her body close to his, to act on every dirty promise she’d made to him. The young girl had become the object of a fatal attraction, and she was going to suffer greatly for it.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

The ring of a doorbell drew the young girl away from her gripping book. She abandoned the story to answer it, but was met with a terrifying sight. One of the men that had paid for her college tuition, standing on her doorstep with a bouquet of flowers.

“Is Adore home?” His question was innocent enough, but sent shivers down the woman’s spine.

“I-I think you have t-the w-wrong house.” Her attempts to close the door were thwarted by his superior strength, holding open the door enough to push his way into the house uninvited.

“Where is she?” He was still grasping the flowers, paper crinkling slightly.

“I-I don’t know what y-you’re talking about.” The young woman’s collar was caught in his grasp as he dropped the flowers in favour of searching for something in his pockets until he finally found what he was looking for. A handgun, being held to her chin.

“Where is my Adore?” Namjoon snarled. “Do I need to bring the police into this? I can and I will if need be. They kiss my feet, all of them, and you will too.”

“I’ll talk! There’s just something I need to tell you!” The young woman yelped.

“The thing is- fuck it, I’m Adore. I just used pictures of my friend (Y/N) to get a bit of cash for my student loans. I’m sorry!” Namjoon’s face dropped.

“(Y/N)?” The only thing he could choke out was the name as Adore backed away, reaching for her phone. She was stopped by him grabbing her, shaking her slightly.

“You’re going to tell me everything about (Y/N). We’ll forget about the money I’ve given you if things go smoothly.” Adore nodded, regret for her actions swelling up in the light of how she’d doomed her friend to be the doll of a psycho.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

(Y/N) had been having a relatively peaceful Friday. She was sitting in front of her vanity, applying light makeup in preparation for her tinder date when she heard a loud thump from the hallway. Immediately alarmed, she reached for her keys to defend herself before making cautious steps out of her room.

However, her caution wasn’t enough. When she was only a few steps into the kitchen, glancing around warily, a hand smothered her mouth and another hand tangled in her hair and tugged it back.

Suddenly it was her worst nightmare, as two invaders ignored her flailing and started to talk back and forth.

“We need to get out of here before she does anything.”

“You’ve got it all? Boss will have our head if we’re short.”

“You deal with the girl, I’ll check the list.”

At the mention of being “dealt with” (Y/N) had a rush of adrenaline, determined to survive. She elbowed her attacker in the crotch, successfully sending him reeling backwards.

“Somebody help me!” She screamed, desperately praying that her neighbours weren’t busy and they could hear her.

“You-” The robber scrambled to restrain her. “If boss hadn’t been so specific we could have drugged her or something.”

“Hey!” A shout stopped the fight as the parties saw a man stood in the doorway. It was almost cartoonish the way the criminals backed away, yet the stranger’s attention was not directed to them at all, not even stopping them as they dashed past him out of the door with a sideways glance.

“Are you okay?” The situation was almost fantastical, like fiction, but (Y/N) didn’t dare question her saviour as she took his hand and let him lift her to her feet.

“D-do I know you?” The man hesitated, his muscles tending before they relaxed and he answered.

“Kim Namjoon. I was just checking out an investment potential in this area.” He said smoothly. “But witnessing a robbery makes me a bit more cautious.”

“Y-Yeah, it doesn’t happen all the time, it was just so sudden and I don’t know why they would target me, I don’t even have anything worth taking-” As (Y/N) rambled, Namjoon’s eyes didn’t leave her once. He was unflinched, much too cool for the situation (Y/N) had been petrified over.

“It’s good I was here to help you, (Y/N).” Namjoon stopped for a second, realising what he’d done but the hysterical girl was too caught up in her own mind to notice. 

“Do you want some tea to help your nerves?” (Y/N) sniffled and nodded, not even thinking to question his motives or remember the date she had been preparing for before the incident.

“T-Thank you.” She finally managed to say.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m here to help you.” But as he turned his back to prepare the tea, unspoken words lingered in his mind.

‘As long as you’re only mine.’