#he's just so ruinable

[shinshoyu]

i think johnny cage on his hands and knees is a beautiful image

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Luke Hunter: Girlfriend Material

[fixated-cookies]

okay so hear me out y/n in a revealing outfit for shadow milk cookie and pure vanilla cookie to rate It and you can of course make It yandere :3

oooh, I was brainstorming really hard on this one mhm, I have so many interesting post in my askbox I'm so happy and grateful for you guys ahhhhh hearts!!!

WARNING- Yandere, outfit ripping,

Pure vanilla will definitely favour a light color palette, consisting of creams, white, soft pinks, or baby blues. Very dreamy. Shadow milk's got the opposite spectrum; dark blues with gothic influences. He wants to make you a living doll. Anyways let me skip to the part where we're all here for. Now...with Pure Vanilla seeing you in a revealing outfit, he'd cup your cheeks, eyes filled with awe. “Oh, my dear… You look divine" you’d see the slight dusting of pink across his cheeks—he’s not immune to fluster, even if he tries to be composed. If the outfit had a lot of frills or a dreamy, fairytale-like quality, he’d melt.

But if it’s too revealing, you might hear him gently clear his throat, his fingers subtly adjusting the fabric. “Ah, this design is rather… daring. But it suits you beautifully, even if I’d prefer something a touch more modest.” What can I say? The man is old-fashioned.

His rating? 9.5/10. He adores how angelic you look, but if the outfit is too immodest, he’ll definitely get a bit shy about it.

“Now this—” he drawls, circling you like a predator inspecting his prize, “—this is art.” He’d love the contrast of darker, bolder colors—deep purples, velvety blacks, even a dramatic splash of his very own blue. If the outfit has intricate designs, dramatic draping, or something teasing like sheer fabric, he’d be so pleased. “Ah, Pure Vanilla likes his little doll in soft pastels, does he? Tch. Predictable.” He tugs at the fabric slightly, admiring how it clings to you. “But this? This makes you look absolutely ruinable.”

His rating? 10/10. No complaints. None. It’s perfect. If anything, he’d probably start thinking of even more daring additions just to mess with you further. Their final thoughts? Pure Vanilla: “You don’t have to wear something so bold, little one… You’re already beautiful in anything.” Shadow Milk: "Oh, please. Let them enjoy the attention. Look at them—don’t they just shine under it?” But then, in a rare moment of agreement, their gazes darken at the same time. The outfit is pretty, yes… but wouldn’t it be even better if it was in pieces? Pure Vanilla tilts his head, feigning a thoughtful sigh. “This fabric is so delicate. I worry it might not last very long…” Shadow Milk grins, a sharp, wolfish smirk as he tugs teasingly at the hem. “Mm. A real shame.” His voice is dripping with amusement. “Wouldn’t it be so tragic if it just… fell apart?”

Before you can react, there’s the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing.

Pure Vanilla’s hands, gentle as they may seem, are deceptively strong as he easily pulls apart the fragile material at the seams. Shadow Milk, on the other hand, grip is ripping away excess fabric without a second thought. “Well,” Pure Vanilla murmurs, trailing a finger down your now-exposed skin, his smile far too composed for the situation. “I suppose that makes it a perfect 100/10.”

Shadow Milk’s breathy laugh is pure mischief. “See? Much better.” He flicks away the last bit of fabric clinging to you, watching as it flutters to the floor. “You should’ve just let us do this from the start.”

Outfit Rating? Doesn’t matter. The real fun is in ruining it -- I feel like this at this point I should just write my own characters because I think I'm ruining PV and SM, are they too out of character??? Like, I know PV would never do this but I just love the though of him hanging around SM and SM just becoming such a horrible menace and influence on him.

[s2susu]

I want to kiss a pretty boy so slowly and intensely, that his legs go weak and his thoughts dissolve into little sobby whimpers.

It’s not even about sex... at least, not always. Like, sometimes I just wanna ruin a puppy with kisses alone.

I want to tilt his chin up, let my lips barely graze his, and then pull away just to watch his eyes beg for more, and I want to whisper, “I’m sorry, sweetheart… I just really love seeing you like this, so needy, so desperate for my touch... you always look so adorable I just can’t resist teasing you.” And while I say that, my hands would be sliding up his sides, feeling the little trembles in his body, the way he squirms under my fingertips. God, the goosebumps he gives me just from how much he wants it... How much he wants me!

I love eager boys, needy boys, adorable boys wtv you wanna call them, but the kind who moan into my mouth just from being kissed too long, the kind who chase my lips when I pull back, the kind who look so desperate for the smallest touches, the kind who cling to my shirt like kissing me is the only thing keeping them alive.

I mentally and physically need a soft, subby, a ruinable boy to melt under my touch and love me so sweetly while I ruin him :(

[melobin]

wonbin + dacryphilia ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

day eleven. wonbin is always overwhelmed when it comes to you

warnings. sub!wonbin, crying

wc. 1.1k

masterlist

day 10 / day 12

“look at me” wonbin kept his head down as you spoke to him, unintentionally ignoring your request. wonbin would have loved to look at you, but he couldn’t. there was no strength left inside of him, his brain having turned to mush as his body shook under you. 

when you first pushed wonbin down to sit on the bed and straddled him he was excited, his back hitting the headboard as you eagerly stripped the two of you of your clothes and kept your lips on his in a heated kiss. the first whimper wonbin let out was when you slid your fingers into his hair and tugged at the strands harshly, the whimper fell from him at the perfect time as your lips parted momentarily. the smile on your face after you heard the noise told wonbin he was really in for it that night.

he loved it when you took control, when you were rough with him and didn’t hold back. your sex life was pretty even on both ends, you both had your rougher, more dominant nights and you both had your more sensitive night. it was always fun when you both fell into the same mood, either ending in the two of you having mind blowing sex from both of you challenging the power dynamic or the two of you whining in each others arms whilst you moved desperately against each other. the two of you had incredible sexual chemistry, it was why wonbin felt nothing but pure lust as you continued to rough him up. 

wonbin didn’t anticipate just how quickly he’d lose himself though, usually he can last at least a little while, but tonight he was pretty much gone within an instant. something about the way your walls hugged him tightly as you sank down on his cock made his head spin, his thighs tensing under you as he struggled to find a place to put his hands. he happily let you guide them to your waist, his nails pressing deep into your skin as he attempted to relax under the feeling of you and not cum right away. 

it didn’t take long for wonbin’s eyes to shut, his lids fluttering shut as he breathed out another moan. he was in a daze, completely overcome by the feeling of you moving on his cock. his state only got worse when you began to move faster on him, taking him deeper with each bounce. 

gaining his attention back was the hard part, after asking him to look at you, you knew he was out of it. the sniffle you heard come from him only secured that for you. oh wonbin, he was so sweet, so pretty, so precious and far too ruinable for his own good. pretty boys always made the prettiest criers and you already knew how pretty he looked when he cried, 

you brought your hand down to his jaw, gently cupping it before tilting his head up so he would look at you, his eyes opened once you did. his eyes had turned red, his pupils shaking as his lips parted to let out a deep, shaky breath. he didn’t know what to do with himself, he couldn’t hide from you due to the way your hand tightened its grip on his jaw and lord the last thing he wanted was for you to stop. he’d just have to face you head on, or at least attempt to. 

“why are you crying pretty boy” you cooed at him, the thumb of your other hand running underneath his eye to wipe away some of his tears whilst your hips slowing down dramatically. at that point you were basically grinding down against him, purposely clenching around him. wonbin’s lips parted to reply but no words came out, instead a broken sob slipped from him. the sound made your heart ache.

he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled your chest against his, he buried his head in your neck and let out another sob as you moved on him again. you pushed your fingers into his hair and played with the strands soothingly, letting him breathe deeply into your neck as you felt your skin dampen. 

“let me take care of you bin” you sighed in his ear, moving your hips against his against. you felt him nod gently into your neck.

“please” his voice was broken and worn out, his eyes continuing to leak against your neck as you continued to ride him. wonbin was completely out of it, ruined because of you and he loved every second of it. having you take care of him was a dream come true.

wonbin was in blissful agony, his body aching in the best ways possible. his cock throbbed inside of you as your walls clamped down around it, his hips bucking up without him meaning too. he felt as if he had lost all control of his body with the way it moved on its own accord, he knew how close he was to completely losing himself in you. he pleaded with himself, prayed he would be able to tell you he felt like he was going to cum.

truthfully he felt someone embarrassed about how quick his orgasm had approached him but he couldn’t help it. with how incredible you felt wrapped around him, the way you spoke so softly to him and how close the two of you were, it was bound to happen. it was almost laughable how quickly the situation had changed, how he went from wanting you to pull at his hair and degrade him to begging for you to take care of him and love him.

“so close” he breathed out, his voice still tired from the tears that were falling from his eyes, he was a mess.

you gently pulled at his hair, lifting his head out of your neck so you could look down at him. his eyes sparkled under the dim light in the room and his lips were swollen, cheeks flushed as he stared up at you. it looked as if there was no thought behind his eyes, his brain void of anything as he took in the pleasure you gave him.

“you want to cum?” your voice was soft as you questioned him, hips not stopping as you waited for your answer.

“please” he whimpered once more, his voice whinier than before, he was truly a wreck, and the prettiest wreck you had ever seen. 

“cum for me, pretty” wonbin’s eyes squeezed shut the moment you spoke to him, his body shuddering beneath you as the feeling took over. he was overwhelmed, head immediately going back to your neck as his cum began to spill out into your cunt. the warm seed filling your walls as he cried out into your neck, a wet blotch forming instantly due to how many tears had began to form. the orgasm was intense, more intense than wonbin had first expected.

you softly played with his hair as you stilled your hips on his, fingers twirling around the strands as his arms stayed locked around your body and he sniffled into your neck. you shushed him calmingly, wanting to comfort him the best that you could in his current state.

you ended up staying there for longer than you had anticipated, his breathing slowly steadying out as you stayed wrapped around his cock whilst wonbin wrapped himself around you. 

you couldn’t help it, taking care of him was what you were made to do.

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[missmimii]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 | 𝐌－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Matt can’t resist the taste of his companions fright

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Vampire!Matt/Dom!Matt, mentions of blood, biting, light slapping, degradation, face grabbing, fingering, detailed intercourse, gagging, breath play if you squint, dom + sub dynamics (and probably more but I’m tired.)

୨ৎ — Mimi’s notes! | Why hello! I know it’s been a while, (like 2-3 months while), but I’m back! I’m doing my best to come up with new and creative concepts that help me with showing and putting out writing that aligns with who I am, I love doing new au’s, so leeeet me know what you guys think!

The littlest of whimpers elicited the girls throat weakly, lips parted as her eyes fluttered open and shut with small breaths. “Mm..” she could hear her heart thrumming in her ear drums, slowing slowly but surely as the pale man’s hands tightened around her wrists.

Matt’s harsh grip tightening around both wrists, pinning them above her head as her body writhed in both pain and pleasure. The faint sound of wetness could be heard over the girls whimpers, neck craned back as the males face buried into the skin. “－yes,” he whispered, a gruffness in his tone as he bit down with a gentle force.

She let out a moan, feeling the sharp pain shoot down her neck and clavicle as his teeth punctured the mantra of her pulse. “Fuck.” As soon as the taste of the sweet, honey-like blood hit his tastebuds, his eyes practically rolled back into his skull. The syrupy liquid swirled around his tongue lavishly, making him groan as she struggled underneath his stature. “M－Matt,” she gasped, lips parting with a gasp as she felt wetness trickle from her glistening cunt.

The tip of his cock probed at her opening, just barely making the friction she so desperately yearned for. “Mm?” A chill went up her spine as his hot breath fluttered over her wounded pulse, lightly licking over the area with blood coating his tongue. Matt moaned, eyes darkening as he resisted the urge to clamp back down onto her beautiful neck. “s’okay baby,” his cock slowly slipped into her, making her moan out with a small whimper. “It’ll all be okay.” Her tight walls squeezed around his length, not knowing if she wanted him to pull out, or go even deeper.

She didn’t know what was more magic, the fact that the wound in her neck was now slowly healing from his salvia, or the way his cock felt so perfect and snug inside of her cunt. It was like he was made for her, and she knew nobody would ever compare. “Matt,” the girl whined, feeling his cock kissing her cervix, the throbbing of her walls around his veiny cock making him grunt. “mm? You takin’ it like the good fuckin’ girl you are?” Her lips parted with a trembling moan at his words, but no words emitted as the vampire pressed two fingers to her lips. “shhhh .. just take it.” Jesus.

The tips of his calloused fingers nudged between her lips, and without hesitation they parted. Matt hummed in approval, teeth gnashing together as he fought the urge to fuck into her mercilessly. Languid, innocent, blinks from her ethereal eyes sent his way, drool slipping from her lips as she hallowed her cheeks around his fingers. “Fuck.” She’d been so good. The poor thing had bared her neck for him, the pounding of her pulse and tight little cunt almost unbearable to resist as he stared at her from across the room.

What kind of man would he have been if he didn’t give in. She’d just woken from her nap, eyes still puffy, cheeks a light pink as her lions mane of a hair framed her jaw messily. She looked so －ruinable. “Take it.” Matt gritted, seeing tears blink away in her eyes as she gagged on his fingers, the other hand gripping her thigh in a bruising, yet gentle manner as he pulled out.

With blurry vision she stared up at him, heaving through her nose as he worked his lengthy fingers down her throat. Her tears ran down her cheeks with small whines, unable to help herself from rubbing her thighs together. “Ah －ah,” Matt tutted, using his free hand to act as a barrier between her thighs. Matt scoffed with a low, condescending chuckle as she used the position to her advantage, rutting her hips up into his palm. “Fucking pitiful.” She threw her head back, Matt’s words stinging, yet feeling so good as he lazily swirled his thumb around her clit.

A string of spit between his fingers and her lips as he pulled them from her warm mouth, the girl already panting for air as she gazed at him with a glint in her eyes. Brat. “Panting like a bitch in heat,” Matt scoffed, patting her cheek sternly before grabbing her jaw roughly. “fuckin’ pathetic.” At his words she felt her tight cunt pulse around the digits, making him chuckle. “That? That’s what gets you?”

She gasped as he plunged two fingers in her abruptly, hand slipping down to her throat as he worked the long digits into her roughly. “You aren’t even embarrassed, are you?” Wetness squelched around his fingers, pooling underneath her hips while he gripped her throat snugly. “course you aren’t. Can’ fuckin’ feel you squeezing around my fingers and cock every time I call you out for being the little slut you are.” Oh god.

Without warning her stomach clenched, a fiery ignition exploding in her gut as she moaned out with her eyes squeezed shut. Over, and over, and over. It felt like she couldn’t stop cumming, the release never ending as her thighs trembled helplessly. “Fu－fuck!” She whimpered weakly, sweat beading at her forehead as she gasped. Realization hit her like a brick, wincing to herself as she slowly peer her eyes open.

Oh fuck me.

Matt’s jaw was clenched, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the soaked sheets, and the shaking of his companion. “Matt I’m so－” shit. With a sharp gasp, Matt parted her thighs roughly, sliding between her thighs as he gripped them with force. “Not fucking yet you aren’t,” he gritted, red flashing in his pupils as he eased his cock back into her. “You wanted to cum? Let’s see how much you can take before you tap out,”

“My bets on till dawn, my fleshling little fuck-toy.”

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[domoriu]

hey kiwi😏😛

we spoke briefly about this once but i’m ovulating and want to revisit it. jaehyun and omo. well actually, i just… want to torture him in every way possible yk. i wanna make him wait while his horny and asking for somthing, until he ends up sat humping my leg and whining because he’s so desperate. i want to put a vibrator against his cock and leave it there but tell him he’s not allow him to cum. or just wait and let him cum over and over again without actually touching him. AND, if it so happens, i want to take over every part of his life, tell him he’s not allowed to piss, teasing him by rubbing over his stomach or dick, waiting until he’s actually crying and begging. OHHHHH I JUST WANNA HEAR HIM CRY AND BEG SO BADLY!!!!!!!!!!

hehe love from @4ranghaes 💐💐 xx

okay HELLO this is insane you’re insane??? IM insane after reading this..

cw. omo/watersports, nsfw link

torturing jaehyun…. he’s just so cute and how could you not want to absolutely ruin him like he’s just so ruinable. and the way he loves it, cant get enough of it, nothing compares to when you have him shaking and face soaked from tears.

when he’s horny its so obvious, he’s even telling you how horny he is but dont give into him that easily, let him whine and complain about how much he wants you while you sit unphased.

overstimming jaehyun with a vibrator… keeping it on the highest setting but taking it off right before he cums, it becomes too much that even having it on him for 2 seconds is enough for him to almost cum but you know his body too well, he’s leaking so much like this…. and when you finally let him cum it’s so intense that it almost hurts, and you don’t let up, keeping the vibrator on him.

im thinking something like this with jaehyun… making him drink sm water and with the overstimulation and his bladder feeling so full, you keep telling him to hold it, all while you never let your pace falter and even making it hard for him to hold it by pinching/tickling his waist a little bit, and pressing on his bladder. he’s crying so hard and begging you to give him a break, that it’s too much and he can’t hold it anymore :// he tries so hard to be a good boy but you like watching him struggle

[orangejuicelovermotherfucker]

What I choose is up to me

But it really feels up to you

Am I much of myself at all

Or is it time and time again just you

Is what I say just a gamble

Of endless toiled ruinable-

Hands tied to my pockets and pulling me into a slouch

Sandbags holding me down to the couch

A little bit of dry on my little bit of cry

A little bit of bullshit on my little bit of truth

The only words I mumble first

Jumping into the air

All alone

Slowly my jumps subside

And I hide away so no-one can question me at all

Just like I begged for him to die and I could go away

But then he did and I was the one who went away

Then tens of things struck me on the head

Ringing me in and out of consciousness fighting my way to the surface to take a breath of two

Before getting pulled back down to figure out another useless thing

[eggcompany]

So Smart, Those Boys Part 4

Knock, Knock. 

Two knuckle taps at the door.

“John?” Sherlock called out as he tied his rode tightly around him. He has only thrown on a pair of tight black briefs and a pair of socks. He always wore socks in the winter, he had to.

He walked to the door and waited for an answer. The floor creaked as the person shifted back and forth for a moment before answering. 

“Um… Yeah. Yeah Sherlock it’s me.” John said through the door and Sherlock breathed deeply. 

Please don’t punch me. I actually like you. Sherlock thought as he opened the door. 

John’s mouth dried as the door opened to reveal the pale man. 

Skin. All he saw was skin. Porcelain skin, glowing and clean and he smelled something so distinct it had to just be the smell of the man. Cigarettes and something chemically and above it all was something chocolatey like cocoa butter.

Good lord… unfair. Please don’t kick me out. I fucking adore you. John thought and stepped forward. Sherlock stepped aside and looked at the floor. 

He felt so heavy. Nervous. So nervous. His heart was racing and he felt cold but sweaty, all clammy. 

“I feel a bit overdressed.” John said and smiled. He sensed Sherlocks anxiety so he tried to lighten the mood a bit. He looked around as he took off his coat and his shoes. Sherlock smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I didn’t know what to put on after I showered…” Sherlock mumbled out quietly. He hoped he hadn’t done something wrong already. By the look of John’s rosy cheeks and razor sharp gaze, he was guessing he didn’t. 

“You look… delicious. Absolutely ruinable.” John said in a low grumbly voice as he stepped up to cup Sherlock’s jaw and bring his head down so their lips could meet for the first time.

Sherlock melted and pressed his lips against John’s. 

So many things sfasted into his mind at once. Strawberry chapstick, warm, so warm, soft yet rough, so warm.

Sherlock opened his eyes when they pulled apart. John’s cheeks were red and his hand had fallen down to touch Sherlock’s elbow. 

“Shirt off. Now.” Sherlock breathed out as he looked down at John’s sweater and button up. He needed to get under them. Down to his skin. Warm skin. Sherlock could almost imagine what the older man looked like underneath the layers. Stocky and muscular and tanned. Manly. Oh so manly.

John smiled and pulled his sweater up over his head. As soon as it was off Sherlock started to guide him to his bedroom.

John unbuttoned his flannel as Sherlock pulled him by the elbow to the other room. John was on the last one when he stopped and looked around the room. 

Are those? Are those bullet holes? John wondered as he stared at the nearly two dozen black holes in the room that had spray paint around them. The rest of the room was so normal. Silk sheets and matching pillowcases, coats hanging from hooks on the back of the door, laundry basket in the corner, closed closet doors, a bookcase overflowing with books. But in the walls…

“I… I don’t have one. I don’t have one anymore.” Sherlock mumbled when he noticed the air changing around John. The way his eyes widened and his mouth fell open and the slight uneasy tension in his shoulders.

It was embarrassing though. The scars from a bad time in his life that are still permanent in his walls. John turned and looked confusingly at him. 

What in bloody hell happened here? John wondered and looked at the other man. 

“I’m not a murderer, John. I don’t have a gun. I won’t hurt you…” Sherlock said and stepped closer and ran his hand from a collarbone down across his hairless slightly tan chest and lower across his stomach. 

So strong. Smooth and warm and perfect. So perfect. Strong warm body. Sherlock thought as John sighed and looked up at him. 

Please don’t murder me, you’re so hot. John thought and undid the last button and shrugged the flannel off. Sherlock pressed his closed lips back to John’s and let his hands roam a bit. 

Sherlock pulled back to breathe heavily and looked down at where John’s hands were down at his sides. He smiled and ran kisses from the other’s lips across his cheek to whisper in his ear. 

“I thought you said ruinable.” Sherlock whispered, pulled back to stare down at John in the most bratty way he could muster. 

Something flashed in John’s eyes. Something wild, sharp. Pure young hunger for a good rough shag. 

John moved forward and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall open. He shoved the center of Sherlock’s chest. The curly haired boy allowed himself to be shoved, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“Ruinable.” John said and straddled Sherlock on the bed, harshly pressing their lips together for a moment before pulling back. 

“Destroyable.” He said with a smirk as he kissed Sherlock again but this time prying his lips open. Sherlock easily let John lick in his mouth and tried his best to keep up with the older man’s harsh fast pace. John pulled back, sucking on the younger’s tongue and stared at the now panting boy. 

Sherlock’s mind was hazing out, all the thoughts quieting. He focused on the feeling of John’s sturdy, dense weight on his lap, the sensation of John’s burning hot tongue licking across his and around his teeth and cheeks, the way his lips were rough on his but the silkiness of his tongue contrasted. Sherlock couldn’t even think of something witty or clever to say. He could only think of how it all felt.

He moved his hands to sit on the blonde’s hips. There were miles of warm tan skin right in front of him and he couldn’t even handle it all. 

“Wreckable.” John whispered against Sherlock’s open lips as he untied the knot holding the silk robe closed. He ran his hands from Sherlock’s skinny stomach, over the slight bumps of his ribcage, across his flat chest, to his shoulders. The brunette let the robe fall behind him, leaving him bare except for his socks and his briefs. 

John looked down at his body. Something hung up in his chest. He gently ran his hands down Sherlock’s torso again. 

So thin… so pale… Flashed through John’s mind as he looked at the nearly paper white colored skin and concave stomach and ribs that showed through the other’s stomach. 

John was staring. John was going to find his body unattractive and leave. John was going to… to think he was gross. Sherlock looked to the side and moved his arms to wrap around his middle. 

John smiled at the cute shyness. He did make a mental note that if they decided to actually be together he’d remind Sherlock to eat more often. A little tummy pooch never hurt anyone.

“Loveable” He said had pulled Sherlock’s arms away from his stomach and scooted so their chests were pressed together. He gently cradled the other’s jaw with his hands and kissed him.

Slowly they melted together, John sitting down so all his weight was on Sherlock’s lap and Sherlock finally letting himself relax and be kissed. Their tongues tangled together as Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and let his hands splay across the tan shoulders. 

Sherlock pulled to get even closer but when John winced he let go and dropped his hands, pulling away from the kiss. 

“I hur-” Sherlock tried to say but John shushed him. 

“You didn't hurt me. I just have an old scar that’s still tender. Come on, back to this.” John said and went back to kissing. Sherlock kept his hands lower on John’s back.

When John moved his hands up to tangle in Sherlock’s hair, the younger in response shoved his hands under the waistbands of John’s trousers and pants. 

“Ravangable.” John said as he pulled back and slid off the other’s lap. He made quick work of kicking off his trousers, socks slipping off along with them. He stood in front of Sherlock in his tight red underwear. 

Sherlock stared at him and clenched and unclenched his hands. John was… built. Strong arms, dense muscles covering his body, smooth chest yet fuzzy thighs, and a soft tan that covered him all but what looked like what would be covered by short shorts. Sherlock wanted to just… touch. He wanted to rip those stupid underwear off and touch and rub and sit on just everything. He wanted to touch and feel every muscle. He needed . 

Without noticing his staring and scanning, Sherlock’s mouth had opened a bit. John smirked and wiggled his hips and bit and watched the way Sherlock focused in on the motion. 

“And very, very fuckable.” John said Sherlock looked back up at his eyes. John smirked down at him and looked at the pillows. Sherlock got the message and backed up so his head was on the pillows. 

John looked him up and down. Seeing him all stretched out was something else. Beautiful long legs, silky skin, and a mop of curly dark hair. He looked like a doll. Something made from porcelain or clay, molded by hand. A perfect art doll crafted by hand. 

John crawled to sit on Sherlock’s knees. Sherlock’s eyes were fogged and his lips were parted and panting. 

John ran his hands up and down Sherlock’s thighs. His skin was cool, almost clammy under John’s warm hands. The blonde reached forward and rubbed at the waist of the black underwear hugging the boney hips. There was a large noticeable bulge pushing the front of them up. He rubbed one hand over Sherlock’s bulge while the other moved to hold himself up. 

Sherlock pushed his hips into the bed, away from John’s hand. John moved his hand back up to rest on his hip. He sat up and looked at Sherlock. He raised one eyebrow and cocked his head in question. 

Why isn’t he rubbing up into my hand? John wondered as he looked at Sherlock's uncomfortable face.  

“Um… I don’t really um I don’t…” Sherlock stuttered and pulled away to sit up. John sat on his haunches and laid his hands in his lap. 

“You don’t want to?” John asked in the most non judgemental way he could manage. Sherlock’s head whipped up to look at John. 

“No! No I do! I wanna do it really, really badly!” Sherlock explained and shook his hands around in front of him. John smiled and giggled a little bit. His cock was still pressing against his red underwear and he kept moving his hips trying to make himself a bit comfortable. 

“What’s wrong then? Am I being too dominant? You can shove me down too if you’d like.” John offered with a smile. Sherlock looked into his eyes. 

Pretty eyes. Kind eyes. Tell the truth and let him have you. Sherlock thought before swallowing and looking down at his feet that sat in front of John. 

Sherlock looked down and then back up. 

“I don’t like being touched on my front. I just… I don’t like touching it.” Sherlock said. Anxiety started to pinch in his chest. Should he have just said he was a bottom? But John seemed like a generous lover and would have given him a reach around or something. 

John nodded and looked over at the bedside drawers. Plain dark wood with a lamp and a file folder on top. Maybe it’s a gender thing or something. Skirts, no dick… touching. Whatever. Too good of a guy… and ass… to leave plus why would I care. I’ll just… make it up in other ways. 

“Well Sherlock, what do you want to do? I’m good with anything. If you wanna do something or cuddle or watch a movie and eat take out, that’d all be… nice.” John said and moved so he was sitting criss-cross. The position change made the fabric that covered his crotch looser, which was appreciated even when his erection was starting to flag. 

Sherlock took a big breath and pushed himself forward so he was on his hands and knees, facing John. 

“I’d rather you let me see what’s going to be pounding me through the bed.” He said in a low tone. His eyes shone through the curls hovering over his forehead. John looked down at him and smiled. 

“Go right ahead, doll.” John said and leaned back so his arms were straight beside him and behind him, holding himself up by his palms. 

Sherlock looked at him for a moment, his eyes losing focus for a second and his lips falling open a bit. John watched as sherlocks back dipped and arched.

“You like being called that don’t you?” John whispered and watched as sherlocks big pale hands moved closer to John’s hips  Sherlock brought himself closer to John and moved to straddle John’s knees.

“Yes.” Sherlock said and pressed his lips against John’s. He opened his mouth and licked the seam of John’s. But the shorter man pulled back to kiss and whisper across sherlocks neck.

“Yeah, I could tell. You like being called doll. What about princess? Hmm?” John questioned as he sucked on the side of sherlocks pale neck. He wanted a bloom of purple to be there. Sherlock wore scarves anyway.

The younger moaned and lifted his hands like he wanted to grab John’s shoulders.

“Yes. Yeah I like. I like that.” Sherlock whimpered and quickly shoved his hands down John’s pants. He used one to pull the offending fabric away and the other to grasp his base.

John bucked up and groaned, pulling his head up to kiss sherlocks lips.

Sherlock opened his mouth and savored the way John’s movements became scattered. Needy almost.

John picked around his mouth and thrusted up into his hand.

“Fuck Sherl…. Lemme take em off.” John said into sherlocks mouth. Sherlock looked down and saw that John’s thighs were trying to spread but the underwear was blocking the way.

“How much do you like these underwear?” Sherlock asked as he looked down at the red fabric. Absolutely hideous. He loved it though because it was so John .

John panted, Sherlock still holding him.

John looked confused for a moment.

“I don’t know. I wear the same kin- Oh!” John shouted as Sherlock grabbed the side of John’s underwear and ripped them. Sherlock smiled and pushed the red fabric down. His cock throbbed where it was still trapped in his black underwear.

“You’re feisty, princess. It’s cute.” John whispered and shoved his useless underwear down so he could kick them off.

“Sherlock leaned forward and sucked John’s tongue into his mouth for a moment before revenging John’s mouth.

He slide his hand up John’s thigh as his other stroked up and down John’s cock. Sherlock felt an odd sensation of deja vu as he stroked John. He pulled back and looked down.

He could help but giggle a bit as he looked at John’s dick.

John felt panic start in his chest as he heard soft giggle emanate from the brunette.

“What? Is there something wrong?” He questioned and tried not to sound too self conscious. Sherlock looked up, smiling.

“I like your dick John. Lemme show you mine.” Sherlock said and waggled John’s cock a bit. John let out the deep breath that he’d been holding in.

Sherlock was gonna show him his dick. Naked Sherlock …

John however was incredibly confused when Sherlock bent backwards and opened his bedside. He pulled out a bottle of lube, a condom and something he hid behind his back. He tossed the lube and condom at John and sat up with one arm behind his back.

“I thought…?” John said and trailed off, he stared at sherlocks smiling face.

‘What an odd man. Never know what he’s going to do…’ John thought. There was something annoying about it but yet so… compelling. Like he wouldn’t trade anything for the world for the oddity of sherlocks moods or behaviors.

“I said I’d show you mine. You have your dick. Well I do too.” Sherlock said and giggled as he held out a blue swirl patterned silicone dildo that looked almost identical to John’s own prick.

John looked at it in confusion before breaking out laughing. Sherlock laughed too and the dildo woggled around in his hand.

“It’s the same one! Alien twin!” Sherlock laughed and put the dildo next to John’s prick. It was softer than John but yes, it was just about identical length and girth. Though John’s had a more prominent vein and crown but it was close enough.

John’s laugher boiled down to giggles and he took a hold of the faux cock.

He looked at it for a moment before looking a Sherlock with a dark gaze.

“Is this what you do? You don’t do relationships, you come here and do yourself over on a blue alien prick?” John asked and stared into sherlocks eyes.

Sherlock blushed and looked to the side.

“Yeah… i won’t ask if it’s weird. You’re the one naked in my bed. You signed up for weird, John Watson.” Sherlock said and shyly smiled but kept his eyes at a certain spot on the floor.

“I did indeed. I think I’d like to see you screw your self over one day though. But for now…” John said and pushed Sherlock onto his back on the bed and pulled his legs up and got between his thighs.

“I’d like to show you the real thing.” John said as he threw sherlocks long lanky legs over his shoulders. He reached back and grabbed the condom and small tube of lube.

“You don’t need to do much. I got a bit carried away in the bath.” Sherlock whispered as he watched John kiss from his ankle to his knee. It felt amazing, like sparks each time John’s lips made contact.

John smiled and sucked on the inside of sherlocks knee.

“Next time I’ll do it for you. Id take my time and lay you out.” John said and pulled the black fabric of sherlocks pants up along his legs, uncovering his cock.

John was almost surprised. Sherlock was… kinda hung. At least nine inches, not exactly thin but not thick, and such a pretty pink color. Not like John’s own desperate red.

‘Like that pink quarts that girl gave me’ John thought as he spread Sherlock’s legs around his hips now.

“Maybe eat you out a little bit.” John whispered as he squeezed lube onto two of his fingers. He ran them around sherlocks hole as he moaned.

“Yeah. Yeah that would be good.” Sherlock stuttered out. Finally the confident and brilliant mask was falling away from him. He moaned and grabbed at the sheet below him. John leaned down to kiss around sherlocks neck, causing the younger to moan and tense. John continued to circle his fingers.

“Yeah I know Princess. I know it would be good. I know you’d be so loud.” John whispered. He pushed in two of his fingers and sucked on one of Sherlock’s small pink nipples at the same time.

Sherlock cried out and bucked. He shoved his hands into John’s short blonde hair.

John took it as a good sign and continued to suck and lick at sherlocks nipple.

“Oh John~” Sherlock moaned out between gasps and ragged breaths.

‘He’s gonna be the death of me’ they thought at the same time.

Sherlock because John pushed his fingers right into his spot. The spot that made him throb, made him feel electric.

And John because… good lord he could have cum. The way sherlocks usually deep voice pitched up all high, the way his thighs shook, the way his hole clenched up, the way he everythinged.

Sherlock was getting fed up of waiting. No more waiting. It was time for action.

“God damnit!” Sherlock shouted and in an instant John was on his back and Sherlock was reaching behind himself.

“Desperate now Princess?” John asked breathlessly as he grabbed sherlocks hips.

Sherlock smiled and grapes John’s cock. The tip kissed his hole for a moment before he slowly sank down.

Oh it’s good. Sherlock though. So good. So usual but yet so much better. Thick and solid and warm and just perfect.

Sherlocks breathes turn ragged and more gasping as each inch slid in.

His brain felt so quite. All he could think about was how wonderful it felt to feel John’s skin. The tickling from the hairs on John’s thighs just added to the sensations.

Sherlock felt so light. So quiet and light and free. So free from his own mind.

So warm. It was all so warm.

So thick and warm and wonderful.

“Princess? Sherlock? Sherlock. Are you alright?” John said as he rubbed his thumbs deeper and deeper into sherlocks milky skin. The younger man was panting and whining and looked so out of it.

“I love you.” Sherlock said as he looked down. His eyes were teary and sparkling. So beautiful. His pupils were blown wide and he looked so dazed.

John stared up at him.

‘Do not say it back. You’ve known him for like a week-‘

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Is all John could think to say in that moment.

Sherlock was tight and warm and so wet. So slick inside he must’ve filled himself with lube. His hair was an ungodly mess and his skin, oh his skin. Purple blooming from where John had sucked. His nipples, puffy and pink, looked like art on his flat chest.

Sherlocks hands rested on John’s chest. They curled, bitten nailed scratched down his pecs.

“More. Please more.” Sherlock whispered and looked back up to the ceiling.

John swallowed. He’d never met a man so… peculiar yet so fucking fuckable .

John lifted his knees so his feet where flat on the bed and rubbed up sherlocks sides once before grabbing roughly onto his hips.

“I’ll give you more than enough, Princess.”

To say the least, John decided to pack his things and move into 221b Baker Street.

<-Last Chapter

[taylortruther]

For better or for worse, a key factor in the "untouchability" of the Beatles as a cultural phenomenon is the fact it didn't last long enough to be "ruined." The band ended on a (musical) high note (more or less) and they never truly reunited in a way that could disillusion people about their greatness. And, though it feels weird to say this, John dying barely a decade later kind of gave them a huge boost, increasing that "petrified in amber" effect of the Beatles being un-ruinable, while also happening at a right moment to sort of kickstart a nostalgia cycle. (it was interesting to see fans being nervous that one (1) new song released in the 2020s could possibly endanger this)

But Paul is approaching middle age by the 80s and, as I mentioned, he's a workaholic with songwriting in his blood, so he won't be stopped. So he's "aging out of the system", becoming a has-been vs. John'# evergreen over-idealized and flattened image (because the dudebro fans only really care about his first two albums, conveniently forgetting the majority of John's post-Beatles work) is just an incalculable factor in how their respective legacies have been shaped.

The thing is, literally three weeks before being shot, John released an album which was kind of panned and considered irrelevant and boring because it was about like... being married and parenting. But there's a near instant switch in the narrative the moment he gets shot, and Imagine, a song released nine years earlier, suddenly goes number one, and his political stuff becomes center-stage again, when that wasn't really what he was singing about anymore.

lol sorry, I could go on about this forever but the actual way the Beatles narrative a lot of people have picked up on through cultural osmosis was shaped is endlessly fascinating to me, and sad when the real people behind it are considered.

i appreciate this, because the beatles are obviously a phenomenon, but i don't know much of the nitty gritty. like i know about the criticisms people have about john being immortalized, but not much of the whys or hows. mostly it just seems really sad that paul and ringo have to bear the burden of this entire legendary band when they are mere mortals.

[bruisedobedience]

"on your knees." like you could be anywhere else. like your body wasn't built to kneel, to beg, to break.

you look up at him—eyes glossy, mouth already open— and he laughs.

"pathetic little thing. desperate fucktoy. you need me to hurt you, don’t you?"

you nod. you whimper. you ache.

because you’re not a man here. you’re not even a person. you’re just something soft and ruinable between his hands. a hole to fill. a throat to use. a toy to wreck until your body forgets how to exist without permission.

he slaps your face hard enough to sting, gripping your jaw so you can’t look away.

"good boys don’t speak unless they’re told. good boys beg with their bodies, not their mouths."

he fists your hair, yanks you closer, spits right into your begging mouth— because he can. because you earned it, you filthy thing. because you love being treated like garbage when it’s him doing it.

you sob around it. you try to swallow. you choke instead.

perfect. fucking perfect.

and when you rut against the floor, leaking without permission, he calls you a pathetic cumslut under his breath, like he's almost disgusted by you— but not enough to stop using you.

because even broken toys have their uses. even ruined things can serve.

and god— you want to serve. you need it. you crave the humiliation of being nothing but wet heat and ruined pride at the feet of the only man who ever bothered to see you for what you really are:

a begging, drooling, fucked-out mess grateful for every shred of attention he throws your way.

[dreaming-in-daylight]

no but he is so cute his hair is so ruinable i just wanna ruffle it up

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[melobin]

melo thinking .. anton thoughts .. size and strength kink !!

antons just so big .. everywhere. he’s so tall and broad, built so nicely.. his arms, his thighs. his cock.

the thing about anton is even if he doesn’t seem it, he has that cocky edge to him. hes hot, his face is pretty.. his body is inane and he knows it. which is why he always uses it against you. he’s just so much bigger than you, stronger than you .. he thrives on it. the way he can tower over you .. how he can open things for you .. how he can press you against the wall and make you feel so small as he cages you in with his arms and looks down at you. he thinks you’re just so cute ! ruinable.. if anything.

and he does that a lot !! ruins you, that is. he cant help himself. one thing anton has found himself enjoying more lately is mirror sex, in riskier places. public bathrooms to changing rooms in clothing … takes you shopping under the guise that he wants to buy you a pretty outfit to wear for your date night, picks out a skirt for you .. a mini skirt.. it’s barely even a skirt, more like a belt with how short it is but he loves it. more specifically he claims he’d love it on you, so he asks you to try it on for him.. following you into the changing room and locking the door behind himself. sits on the bench facing the mirror as he watches you take off your jeans .. cant stop himself form leaning forward a little and slapping your ass when you’re bent over, would have the smuggest smile on his face as he watches you through the mirror. almost like he had ulterior motives bringing you in there .. he did !

he’d watch you carefully as you slide the skirt up your legs, laughing when you turn around and try to pull it down a little when you realise just how short it is.. he loves it though !! his hands would grab your waist.. pulling you down to sit on his lap facing the mirror.. fingers would trail along the skin of your thighs, whispering in your ear about how good you look in the skirt,, lips on your neck while the tells you how fuckable you are right now … that’s when he trails his fingers a little higher to press against your panties. “you’ll let me fuck you here, won’t you, pretty?” and you say yes !! of course you do … you let him take off your panties to slip them in his pocket.. patiently waiting as he releases his cock from his jeans and helps you sink down on it, his eyes not leaving the mirror for a moment as he takes in the way your cunt swallows his thick cock. holds his hands on your hips, grips them so tightly as he looks at the two of you .. you look so small compared to him .. he’s so big and broad and you seem so small and fragile compared to him, like one sharp thrust would break you apart. but it doesn’t .. he makes sure to test it out with his hand over your mouth and your hands pressed against the mirror as he takes you from behind .. just because you’re in public doesn’t mean he’ll go easy on you …

[youngbloodlisk]

sweet little baby look at him 🥺 he is so pretty 🥺

[niilue]

okok but imagine fucking noritoshi like. thagt man is usually stonic seeing him as a moaning mess under you is so [dies

mmmmm noritoshi thirst yessss

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub noritoshi kamo

noritoshi doesn't like to show his weakness and how much he loses control when he's with you. but it's inevitable for him. seriously.

the man can appear to have everything under control. he is serious and distant with most people but oh my god!

when you're holding him tightly around his waist, penetrating between his walls, he's whimpering in front of you.

he's insatiable when it comes to you. he's so easily carried away by the excitement, letting you take him, fuck him, bite him, and ruin him. in the most sensual and obscene way possible too.

he doesn't care, here, in bed, or wherever you are, but for you to be with him, squeezing him and telling him what a good boy he is. he'll moan and scream until he's speechless.

"nori, my good boy so insatiable, i just fucked you and you're still whining for more?"

the man was no longer thinking rationally. he was just nodding his head in pleasure and babbling incoherently. he was just moaning your name and rubbing himself all over you. he couldn't stand to be a second without you fucking him to the point of exhaustion.

"haaa, (name), just… just do it, fuck me, over and over again, don't you see i just need this to live."

you could only obey his orders and take it just the way he wanted it, and you had to take advantage of his docile and ruinable state. it didn't last forever and a noritoshi in his right mind would never ask you for a dirty thing like that.

[l1tw1ck]

I have a question ⁉️ which horror movie character (of the ones you've watched) would you fill up and breed and why like describe it like your writing college essay and your professor is a strict mf

-🍫

ooo okay okay

Stu Macher

cw: top m reader, bttm ftm stu, afab language, dom/sub, face fucking, gunplay, cunnilingus, breeding

mostly using 2nd pov cause i prefer it 😭

So far, Stu is definitely the most breedable in my eyes next to Dewey. And ruinable, he's definitely someone who needs to be ruined.

He's so pretty, silly and eccentric, one of my favorites in the franchise so far. I like my men pretty & unstable, I can't help myself.

Burying your cock balls deep in his throat, making him gag and tear up from how rough his mouth's getting fucked. A gun pointed to his head to 'ensure' he doesn't try to get away (although extremely unlikely). Unbeknownst to him, the gun'd be empty for his safety but he loves the idea of possibly dying for disobeying you. His pupils'd be blown wide as he takes your cock without any complaints. "Don't waste any of it." You'd order, dragging the barrel of the gun along his face. A dark blush strewn across his cheeks as you practically drown him with your cum

Then you'd push him onto the bed, stripping him down to nothing and pulling on his sensitive nipples. He'd make such pretty hoarse noises as you only stimulate his nipples, he'd beg you to touch him in other places but you would ignore his pleas. "You can come with just your nipples, can't you sweetheart? Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?" The gun pointed at the side of his head, your finger on the trigger. Stu would nod, your satisfaction trumping his. Thanks to the constant encouragement, praises, and the threat of being shot, it wouldn't take long for Stu to come from getting his nipples pulled and sucked on~

Then you'd toss the gun aside and turn him over, spreading his legs and burying your head in between them, getting his pussy ready to be bred with your tongue. He'd bury his head in his pillow, practically sobbing as you tongue and finger fuck his needy wet cunt. His eyes would roll back as he came, squirting on your face and muffled fucked up giggles would leave his mouth.

You'd get him into a mating press, the perfect position for a beauty like him, and slam into him without mercy and finally fulfilling his wishes. An insane expression would be painted on his face, that perfectly messed up look that made you crave him more. His shaky words would be turned into incomprehensible babbles as you pound his cunt into oblivion, bringing him into an almost brainless state.

The only (just barely) comprehensible words that could come out of his mouth would be pleas for you to come, to breed him, and that he's about to come. He'd come so many times before you did because the mere thought of you filling him with your seed would send his overstimulated brain over the edge.

By the end of it all, there'd be thick globs of cum spilling out his pulsing cunt, his whole body shaking and a big grin on his face ♡