#unnecessarily long reply

[awingedllama]

this is a little niche and probably incredibly difficult to try to animate but a cool idea for the nostalgia set specifically in the kitchen is one of those pull out trash cans from the cabinets. We had one in an old house my family lived in, cousins & I would always play in it and hide in it but I was just thinking about older trash can themes while i was using the kitchen set for my current build.

added it to the download folder :)

it uses the tuning for the nano-can, so you'll receive simoleons for your trash

note: sims are able to throw garbage away, and the cabinet will animate, but they won't actually route *to* the trash can first; they just sort of chuck it into the abyss. whenever i try to add constraints to the interaction, the sim can no longer throw away trash, so i've left it as-is for now. trash cans do not like to be edited apparently, and changing any little bit of tuning can make it stop functioning altogether. (if anyone knows how to force sims to route with the trash, please let me know!)

also you'll notice the cupboard is slightly darker than the others. it's using a different shader, because the counter shader prevents the animation from playing. another annoying little thing i'm not sure how to fix

it's far from perfect, but i hope you get some use out of it!

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

important subtext: Jeremy Brett smoked 60 cigarettes a day and went out of his way to break nonsmoking area rules to do it

Mr Brett what do you think you're confirming here

(I think this was about this post - sorry, my notifications don't work.)

Oh yes, absolutely! Another piece of important context is that Jeremy Brett left his first wife for a man, and was in a relationship with actor Gary Bond from 1969 to 1976.

Now, I do not think that you can necessarily say that because Jeremy was a queer man, he had to play a queer Holmes. But I am sure that -when he thought about whether or not he thought that Holmes was queer for himself - he came up with a better explanation than 'He and Watson couldn't kiss because of the smoking'. I mean, this man made up an elaborate headcanon about Holmes's childhood to understand how to play him. Personally, I think that he probably saw Holmes as too isolated and emotionally repressed to act on any feelings he might have had for anyone. He has this wonderful friendship with Watson who by some miracle (and lots of patience, I'm sure) just understands him, and who doesn't even marry in the Granada adaption. It is perfectly clear the are 'exclusive', in every way the viewer choses to interpret their relationship. They are together and they always will be. (Oh no, now I'm thinking of the Lost Beekeeping Footage again ...)

I also think that Jeremy often was uncomfortable because he felt Holmes and he were very different and he struggled to get him 'right', and at the same time that Holmes was coming too 'close' and took over too much of Jeremy. I think there is a possibility that Jeremy deliberately tried to separate his own experiences and feelings from what he believed Holmes to have experienced and felt.

When he made that reply about the pipe, I think it is relatively certain he came up with that on the spot. It is clear that he could not have said 'Yes, I think Holmes and Watson are gay' without causing a massive scandal which would not only have meant trouble for Granada, but also journalists digging through his private life. In that light, it was possibly even brave to say "I think it's unlikely" and "If it cheers the gays up I'm thrilled". I think it was possibly necessary to frame it as a joke, first by citing David's "Well, we're not" and then by coming up with that stuff about smoking.

But it does look a bit suspicious from a man who has been chainsmoking throughout the whole interview, I agree. ;)

[vitalphenomena]

writing margotchilton is fun because i can really just write whatever i want / margot can say whatever she wants and jordy / chilton are going to eat it up. and that's true love actually

[xenophiliarp]

@gerudospiriit

Jaws snapped playfully at his hands when he removed them from her cheeks, and her feigned pout at his raisin insinuation would only fool the most naïve of onlookers. " I don't have much choice. I have duties, and plenty of them require me to be outside. "

Still, she leaned against his side, lifting his arm to wrap it around her frame, indulging in the heft of his muscles and the warmth of his body. " But maybe that just means you need to make it more worthwhile for me to come around, hm? A little incentive? "

There was a look on his face of confusion, or amusement, or even… oh no, oh goddess, oh goddess no, that was his smolder. Sitting on his slightly pursed lips, gently furrowed brows with one barely lifted higher than the other as if expressing some kind of befuddlement more than flexing the prominent features he had that were much more flattering like his cheekbones, the crisp jawline accented with a neatly kept length of blood orange facial hair.

Her draping his arm across herself like it was some security blanket did amuse him, so that… peculiar, heavy-lidded gaze his gold eyes gave her wasn’t entirely misconstrued. Even if he wasn’t very good with properly portraying it. Having been more than a little spoiled growing up he was never told that that look didn’t mean what he attempted it to. Kotake and Koume would praise him for it vigorously, regardless to what he seemed to do.

She was warm herself, a little sweaty, but it was the middle of the desert, so it wasn’t abnormal. “Well, well, Mrs. Dragmire,” he coddled, giving her own body a tender sway side to side as he pressed her into him. “You smell of warm safflina,” he took in a long breath of it, and smiled as softly as the scent he adored filled his senses.

[thelilylav]

Crashed out about the Prime Minister calling a snap election in the reblogs and ended up getting blocked LMAOOO

[bieddiediaz]

for the ask game, how did you get into 911?

ooh. the boring answer is that I saw gifs of it on tumblr lol. the fun(ner) answer is that back during s3, when I hadn't heard of 911 and was deep in the trenches of another fandom, the tsunami arc and eddie telling buck he trusted him with his son happened, and suddenly all these people on my dash who had never so much as mentioned 911 before were yelling and losing their minds over this thing I had never heard of. but this was par for the course for tumblr, so I promptly forgot about it until like. a year later when I was looking for something to watch. and recollected these vague memories of gay firefighters raising a kid together that my dash apparently loved. and then I binged the show in like a week and here we are four years later lmao

[amadryades]

how have you been? youre not much here, hope all is well <3

I really appreciate you taking the time to ask! The whole year has had very high highs -I graduated my masters and came to adore a city and a discipline I was very lukewarm and hesitant for, had a loving partner by my side- and increbidle lows -I experienced death within my family and survived a near-death accident, withstood an insurmountable amount of duplicity that made me realize that one can feed off your sorrows and lost my faith in friendships when I most needed it, managed a long-distance relationship- but I endured. This series of events has culminated into a very liminal period, I am standing in-between countries and studies, undecided. There is a strange reassurance in (seemingly) stagnant periods, in the tectonic shifts reshaping you under the carpet, I´ve come back to bits of myself I´d lost along the way for years, I´m returning to linguistics and logic and Logic and theory and poetry, I needed to walk this full circle barefoot and make a thousand iterations to reevaluate where I want my life to go and be the first and toughest critic of my own actions and inconsistencies, towards myself and others. I´m coming home, still unsure of what it´ll look like in a few months and that´s fine.

[byanyan]

i really need to stop writing so much bc i end up exhausting myself after just one reply

[knightwar]

They must have known that the world would end like this, raved by war, by him. They must have seen it before he ever did ; blinded by optimism, duped by hope, deluded by love. They must have understood that the never ending war could only end one way. It must only end this way. 

Who else, after all, if not him?

The Caped Crusader turned Dark Knight. And from Knight to God. 

Oh, how men fall…

His gaze flickers between nothing and everything. As if the history of every bloodshed and war cry that had rung from the pores of his sword is calling out to him and he forgets and he remembers all at the same time. He looks down, feeling the trembling, the piercing, the heat of rage bleeding from the tendrils of the handle. His grip only tightening, tampening it down. 

And the world quiets once more for there is no more war. There is only him. And from now on there is only dissent. Or him. 

And there is no plan they could come up with that he couldn’t predict. No fight he couldn’t win. No battle he couldn’t end. And it's with that certainty, he strides away from the shadows and into the light, expecting nothing more than dissent, nothing more than a temporary distraction, nothing more that could catch him off guard. But he should have known, should have anticipated, should have seen what was making the cowl - no, the helmet feel heavier on his head. 

He’s no longer sure if it’s him or it that pulls the blade over his shoulder. To aim it at her. Certain even without looking that its lined with the same spot he had buried it in her chest when he had said farewell to her and his heart the first time around. 

The second time should be no different, right?

@lass0s .

[fey-changeling]

so apparently i really really wanted to info dump about this fic

[athenaluthor]

Golden Boy

pairing: Bob Reynolds/Sentry x fem!reader.

summary: Riding your Golden Boy. Somewhere along the lines, Sentry takes over and has his way with his girl.

warnings: smut, smut and more smut. bob being a soft boy, sentry being self indulgent and taking you within an inch of your life because you asked for it. (i fear i was the one being self indulgent bcs idk sentry is so hot but so is void. but bob has my heart. let me know what yall think. hope yall enjoy this <33)

word count- 2.2k

masterlist

He wants to live inside you forever. Imprint himself on your very soul and on every fiber of your being. You feel good, you feel so incredibly and unbelievably right.

“Oh God, Bob.You’re so big..” you moan as you sink down on his cock. The dangerously adorable man underneath you has the thickest cock you’ve ever had. The stretch overwhelms you and you bury your face in his neck, arms around him, trying to go as deep as possible. Bob hands grip your hips tightly, stopping you from sinking down on his cock too quickly. Mentally, you curse yourself for taking so long to try this position with your golden boy.

Bob feels dizzy too, his head spinning as he watches you. He craves touch, he craves your touch. His entire life, nobody had ever touched him like you, so lovingly and gently, tracing his skin like you were memorising and worshiping him. Instead, he spent a good portion of his years filling this empty space with drugs, getting high out of his mind and doing awful things he wouldn’t even want to tell you.

Leaning up against the headboard, Bob watches you with lustful eyes, his plump lips part as he pants breathlessly. At this very moment, Bob felt like his heart might explode, death would be welcomed since he had truly lived a life worth living, an angel in his arms, wrapped around his cock. Sex before you was meaningless, he had been far too high to care about anything that was happening anyways.

“G-go slow. Don’t have to get it all in.” He whimpers out between moans, groaning at how wet you are, dripping down the length of the cock.

“I-I want to, baby.” you reply shakily before pushing yourself down fully onto his cock. The stretch makes your eyes water, but he feels so good— you could cum right then and there.

Bob’s hands lift from your hips, moving to clutch your head and pull you away from his neck. “G-god, baby. Y-you didn’t– you didn’t have to.” He stutters out, his forehead flush against yours.

You want to ride him, bounce on his cock until you can't remember your own name. Rolling your hips and clenching down on his cock, your legs tremble at how good it feels. Bob, bless his heart, lets out a choked moan.

“B-Baby, baby. You can’t– you can’t do that. I’ll cum too–oh god, too soon!” He moans.

It takes all your might to begin riding your golden boy. Hands on his shoulders you start lifting your hips, then sliding back down in his cock, over and over again. Your pace is slow yet hard and deep. You want to go faster but the blood in your veins feels so hot, you think you’ll explode if you’re not careful.

His head is thrown back, eyes shut, lips parted and face flushed as you ride him. His hands return back to your hips, clutching you like a lifeline. The Golden Boy under you, is unequivocally and irrevocably yours, and fuck— he looks gorgeous under you.

Letting go of his shoulders, you reach to clutch his face. “Bob? Baby, look at me, please.” you whine, wanting those pretty eyes on you.

He blearily opens his eyes, his pupils blown and he looks utterly debased and lustful. His unnecessarily superhuman senses flare, overwhelmed by everything around him. He can feel every touch on his skin, the soft fingertips on his cheeks trying to reel him in, and the drag of your walls around his cock each time you move up and down.

Bob never wants this to end. He wants to be inside you like this forever. His cock pumping deep inside the love of his life.

The sound of your heart pounding in your chest echoes in his ears as he zeros in on you, the way your blood rushes so loudly through your veins.

The pleasure is too much, it throws you off-kilter. Head spinning, your hands drop down to his stomach to steady yourself.Thoughtlessly, his hands move to cup your breasts when yours let go of his face, entranced by each movement they make when you bounce on his cock. The pads of his thumbs toying with your hardened nipples.

His touch spurs you on, the way his eyes lustfully looks at you has you choking on your own saliva. Invigorated by this, you speed up, bouncing on his cock harder and faster. Bob can only take what you give him, mouth parted, moaning and grunting, here and there. You know you shouldn’t overdo it, but God— his cock stretches you out so good and so deep, you know you’ll feel it tomorrow. You want him to wreck you, rearrange you and ruin you for anyone else.

The coil within you winds up, getting tighter and tighter with each bounce of your body. Body tense and hot, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, higher and higher. Head light and blood rushing, you’re losing yourself to this pleasure, your legs and thighs begin to cramp but you force yourself to keep going.It's like your mind isn’t yours. You don’t want to stop, you can’t stop.

Bob knows you far too well. He can tell when you’re teetering to the edge of going too damn far. The way your eyes glass over, the way your moans spill out like you're about to cry, and the way you shake. His hands clutch your waist, his grip firm but careful, trying to bring you back to him. “S-Slow down, baby. You’re— fuck! You’re t-trembling.” He says shakily trying not to succumb to how good you feel on his cock.

He says your name so softly, so reverently, trying to rouse you back to him. His arms wrap around you, under your arms, pulling you flush to him. Bob’s hand finds purchase on the back of your head, as it falls into the crook of his neck.

Gibberish falls out of your mouth. Something along the lines of “I want to cum, Robert. Let me make you cum too, please.” if Bob’s superhearing is to be trusted.

“I-I know, baby.” he soothes you. “L-let me do this for you, baby. Don’t— you don’t have to p-push yourself f–for me.” he reasons with you, knowing you wouldn’t stop until both of you had been thoroughly spent.

Too far gone to think straight, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him take over. Holding your hips tightly, Bob’s hips begin to thrust up into you, his pace is steady but deep.

The way you melt into him makes his heart pound out of his chest, how you trust him to take over, when even he didn’t trust himself. The way your soft moans spill out of your lips could make him cum inside your silky walls right now.

You want him to go faster, harder, make you cum so hard, you see stars. Desire has you so deep within its clutches, you can’t escape. So you beg. “Bob, please. Fuck me harder, please.”

“Shh, I– I don’t want to lose control, baby.” he whines back.

“I don’t care, Bob. Please, just fuck me hard.” You beg him, voice needy.

“I need you to fuck me. Just fuck me hard, Robert.” The words leave your mouth desperately without much thought.

Something shifts in the air and you feel it immediately. The sudden influx of unexplainable energy, it feels sharp and strong. Steady and firm, unlike Bob’s hesitance.

Beneath you, Bob shifts, hands gripping your hips even tighter. Then, he plants his feet down onto the bed, angling himself before thrusting back into you, hard. This new angle hits that spot inside you, the one that makes you scream and see stars

The force of his thrusts has you losing your breath, your arms tighten around his neck as you hold on for dear life. Ecstasy flows through your veins, as he begins to fuck you within an inch of your life while your moans spill wantonly from your lips.

This, you think, is new. Bob has never done this. He doesn’t usually fall into your begging, opting to hold back and not let himself lose. Alarm bells ring in your head, but somewhere between his grunts and the way his cock pounds into you, you forget it.

He’s so deep inside you, pounding your pussy like his life depended on it. The pleasure builds within you, the pressure between your legs borders between too much and just enough.

You don’t have a clue how long he has you like this but the coil finally snaps. Intense pleasure washes through you, sending your body into a state of ecstasy,and leaving you moaning and trembling. Your juices leak down Bob’s cock, coating both your thighs. He doesn’t slow down.

His thrusts don't falter. Bob’s pace is unyielding, grunting as your walls clamp down on him. Utterly spent, your body is limp and pliant atop his as you try to get your bearings, letting him have his way with you.

Before you know it, Bob flips the both of you.

The sudden movement shocks you. Suddenly, you are underneath him. Peering up at your Golden Boy, his eyes are shut and his curls fall haphazardly across his forehead, sticking to the sweaty skin.

Without much thought, your hand reaches up to brush away his curls. You think to ask why he stopped when he hasn’t cum yet.

Then, it clicks. The moment your fingers touch his skin, his eyes open. Otherworldly glow shines from his eyes.

Oh. This isn’t your Bob.

“Sentry?” You breathlessly ask.

The being above you doesn’t reply. Instead, he looks at you with the ferocity of a starved man. Fear rushes through you yet your excitement outweighs it. His cock is still buried inside your sensitive pussy, you don’t know whether to be afraid of him or do you want him to fuck you into the mattress.

Sentry speaks to you, “It’s unfair that he gets to keep you all by himself.”

Now, Sentry takes the reins. He pins you down onto the bed before thrusting into you. His presence is overwhelming, like he invades every inch of your senses.

Your previous climax had already made you sensitive. The sheer force of his unforgiving thrusts sends your body into overdrive. Overstimulation has you arching your back and curling your toes into the mattress.

In your fucked out state, you can’t even comprehend the words that spill out your mouth.

Sentry thinks you look so damn pretty like this. A lover fit for a god like him, moaning and writhing under him as he pounds into you. Only he should see you in this state.

He increases his pace, pounding into you harder. After all, you had asked him to fuck you hard. He can feel your thighs tremble and he can hear how hard your heart is beating.

The blood in your veins rush rapidly through your body as you fall deeper into your sex-induced high. Sentry too gets high on you. His focuses his efforts on bringing to the edge again, too feel you clamp down his cock and wantonly moan for him. Only him.

He knows he’s close to the edge when his balls tighten and the pressure low in his belly becomes too much. You feel yourself losing control, his cock is so big and he’s going too hard and too fast. When you tense and your body arches without your control, he knows your cumming again.

Only this time, he comes too.

He ruts into you wildly, grunting loudly while letting pleasure take over as he spills himself into you. He holds you close, letting your pinned arms go.

Somewhere in your haze, trembles and aftershocks you manage to wrap your arms around him as he spills himself inside you. It’s so much, even in your state, you know it’s too much.

The sheer volume of his thick cum feels so good inside you.

When he comes to, he can tell you’re still dazed. Your body is soft and pliant under him, while your eyes are glassy. His touch on your cheek grounds you a little. It’s like you see that it's him.

“Baby?” You call out breathlessly to him.

“Hmm?” He replies back but he thinks you don’t even notice.

You wince when he slides out of you. Thick fluids both his and yours leak out of you. He holds back the urge to push it back in. He knows that tomorrow that you’ll be sore but he hopes you don’t regret asking him to fuck you hard.

He lays beside you, pulling your weak body into his and letting your head rest on his chest. Sentry feels your body tremble under his touch, the aftershock of your orgasms.

He softly strokes up and down your arm, you are safe and sound here with him. He is the Sentry after all. A God in his own right.

When your breathing slows, he knows you’ll fall asleep soon. Your body is practically melting on him.

Right as sleep pulls you into its grasp, a soft sentence slips past your lips. Barely coherent and understandable but he doesn’t have superhearing for nothing. “Love you, my Golden Boy.”

Your Golden Boy. He likes the sound of that.

As Sentry closes his eyes, he hopes you wouldn’t mind him taking over your Bob next time. After all, it is unfair for Bob to have you all to himself.

Sentry lets sleep take him too, knowing that Bob will wake in the morning with only memories of this.

Sentry- 1, Bob- 0.

Yeah, he thinks. He’s a God, so why not keep a fucking tally.

[karinasbaby]

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 — SURPRISE 이희승

"surprise, slip my panties to the side."

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader (+17)

WARNINGS. mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, drunk hee (for a bit), cursing, bondage (ropes & handcuffs), hee is a bit angry n feral, his mood changes suddenly but it’s ok <3, bj + hj, oral (f & m), face sitting, lots of teasing, edging, overstimulation, fingering, pet names, praising !, multiple rounds (?), bath sex in a way, thigh riding, morning sex, pls tell me if i missed any !

WORD COUNT. 9.3k :0

SYNOPSIS. jaeyun pitched you one of his “genius” plans to celebrate heeseung’s birthday— but how will heeseung take it?

A, NOTE. happy new year my loves !! i would greatly appreciate it if we all ignored the fact that this was supposed to be published on hee’s birthday <3 it took me an unnecessarily long time to write, but i hope u enjoy ! + pls check a, note part 2 and the end <3 (this is also proofread at 4 am so 🙏🏼)

red and blue lights scattered messily across your vision, the smell of intoxicating alcohol, tobacco and sweat infiltrating your senses leaving you slightly light headed, your fingertips grasped at the hem of your dress, situated around your thighs to pull the mini dress lower, eyes roaming desperately for the towering figure of your boyfriend,

your boyfriend, lee heeseung— the birthday boy who god knows where he is right now.

you took cautious footsteps once you began to surround the approaching mass of people, sweaty bodies dancing restlessly in each and every corner of the house whilst your gaze roamed, hands clammy with sweat from the lack of air, your lungs constricting as it got harder to breathe the longer you stayed among the crowded room,

“there you are!” a familiar voiced boomed behind you, a feeling of relief washing down once you recognised the loud voice over the deafening music, jaeyun approached you with a large smile gracing his face, brown strands untidily cascading down his features as his arm wrapped around your exposed shoulder, the other hand bringing his drink closer to his mouth,

“enjoying the party?” you questioned next to his ear, taking in the sight of the slightly tipsy man who was busy winking at a random girl across the room, “of course!” he quickly replied, catching your amused gaze with his twinkling one.

“i’m here to tell you about a surprise for heeseung,” he spoke, hand lowering from your shoulder to wrap around your waist as he led you away, “a surprise? i already have a gift for him though.” jake’s flushed face turned towards yours after he signalled the random girl to a different room, “i have a better idea.” he giggled

and whilst you were being walked out of the room, your eyes caught the sight of heeseung’s wet form out of the window, standing besides the pool as his other friends encouraged him to drink more while other figures jumped into the pool, the view of him being covered by nothing more than his dripping white button up shirt that carved all his chiseled muscles out along with a black tie hanging loosely around his neck made your head reel, thoughts rushed to your head when your gaze dropped lower to his flexing thighs beneath his black pants,

his clothing material all soaked due to his previous jump into the water, as a result of a stupid dare. you could hear his drunken laughter over the music as his face kept getting warmer, a soft blush adorning his sharp features due to the alcohol, his black locks sticking to his forehead contrasting his reddened skin,

“trust me, heeseung’s going to love it.” jake chuckled besides you, ultimately stealing your attention away as he opened the door to the guest room, the image of a pair of handcuffs along with a large rope was the least expected one in your mind, and once your confusing gaze landed on jaeyun’s smiling face, you began to doubt whatever his idea was,

should you trust jake?

you shouldn’t have trusted jake.

as trusting jake lead you to this current predicament, wearing a purple coloured lingerie beneath your feathery robe, "his favourtie colour" jaeyun's voice rang in your ears, the pair of handcuffs situated in your hand while the rope was in the other as you stared at heeseung’s shirtless passed out form with his tie around his neck, in your shared bed,

the party had ended hours ago, leaving you with a drunk, sleeping heeseung that currently seemed to be in a deep dream, lips partially opened as quiet snores left his mouth, evidently exhausted from the events of tonight,

your footsteps light as you stepped deeper into the bedroom, the wood quietly creaking beneath you while your gaze was fixated on heeseung’s form between the satin sheets, chest heaving upwards softly to allow short pants of his breath to escape,

countless thoughts ran through your head as your eyes kept scanning his body in the dim lighting of the room, should you proceed? what if he wakes up in the middle of everything? what if he doesn’t enjoy it?

throughout the duration of your dilemma the only thought that circled your mind continuously was the possibility of heeseung enjoying this night, jaeyun— his best friend, would never set you up for failure would he? never.

and with the prominent thought of this night becoming a memorable one for heeseung, you decided to continue.

opting on inhaling in a deep breath, you inched closer towards the bed till you moved atop his body, legs carefully caging around his waist whilst your shaky hands wrapped around his wrists, thankfully heeseung had his arms behind his head, ultimately making the situation easier for you to mend,

with caution, you wrapped the iron material around his wrists, the soft click of the cuffs increasing the rapid beating pace of your heart, nervousness etched its way throughout your body as heeseung was always the one to guide you in any sort of intimate situation, but now here you were, taking that freedom away from him.

and as your hands grabbed the rope to wrap his cuffed hands against the headboard, the man beneath you slightly moved, your breath hitched as you were only one pull away from completing his knot yet you froze once his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes remained closed as you awaited his awake, breathing out a sigh of relief after taking notice of his continued slumber,

with the final knot in place, heeseung was successfully cuffed and tied up, landing him in a situation where he had absolutely no chances of touching you as he always does and loves to, your eyes remained on the rope decorating his veiny hands, the contrast between his soft, delicate skin and the harsh rope—

“baby?” heeseung raspily called, tone laced with sleep and exhaustion as his bleary eyes searched for yours, he could feel your figure atop his yet his gaze searched for yours in the dim lighting, heeseung attempted to move, confusion cascading his face once he realised the restriction around his hands,

“what’s all this?” he questioned, head looking upwards to the unexpected sight of the rope covered handcuffs surrounding his wrists, you stared at his face wide eyed, studying his every expression as your breathes quickened once his frown deepened,

“surprise?” you responded, heart thumping between your ribs, innumerable thoughts swirled in your mind dizzyingly, heeseung's second tug at the ropes rendering him futile made you become hyper aware of the situation that you had— of the power you had over him.

"surprise? baby.. what are you planning?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing down on you, gaze swiftly lowering to widen at the sight of his favourite colour wrapping around your body alluringly, his nervous gulp went unnoticed by you, yet you were able to feel his length twitching beneath all articles of clothing between both of you easily.

breathing in a sharp breath— "angel.. how about you untie me so we can both enjoy the night? hm?" he spoke out, desperately beginning his negotiation, and there was no way you were giving up your power.

to have lee heeseung tied up, helplessly beneath you was once in a lifetime occurrence, you might have adored all the nights of him taking full and complete control over you, sometimes deciding to be generous enough to allow you to have a small taste of what its like to take control by guiding you to please him,

"how does it feel?" you questioned ignoring his words, eyes avoiding his as it followed the path of your hand slowly brushing down from his shoulder towards his collarbone, the shaky rise of his chest beneath your fingertips heightened your senses as you felt a throbbing sensation from beneath you,

"angel.. what?" he puzzledly asked, attempting his best to control his breathes as your fingertips inched closer towards his nipple, attempting his best to distract himself from the warmth of your cunt seeping through the lingerie directly to his hardening dick, and yet again, all his attempts deemed inaffective.

"how does it feel to be under me?" you paid no mind to the sudden surge in confidence gushing through you, attention captured by the way heeseung's eyes immediately darkened, his mind was reeling from your teasing as he wasn't used to this at all, he was more accustomed to eat up the sight of your writhing, twitching body beneath him, not the sight of your hungry gaze staring down at him as he was tied up, he could see the numerous emotions spiraling in your vision.

a burning sensation expanded throughout his chest, his need and desire for you fueled by the remaining alcohol in his system, the absolute need to have you beneath him as he pleased you was almost blinding, and the constant throbbing around his wrists from the tight ropes was pushing his patience further,

"answer me hee, how does it feel? hm?" you copied his soft tone in persuading you once he remained silent, your hands gently caressing his smooth skin, heeseung began to shift beneath you, his body hot and bothered by your contiunous teasing and warmth surrounding him yet your lack of movement was driving him crazy, his breaths became shorter, eyelids became heavier as he stared at you,

he so desperately wanted to be angry with you, to somehow manage to stir the control to him— yet your twinkling, curious gaze made him almost play along with your silly game,

"infuriating." he seethed out from between gritted teeth, eyes closing entirely once he felt you press your hips against him, resulting in him tugging against the ropes feebly again, you cooed mockingly at his frown, going further to rile him up by bringing your hand to caress his cheek soothingly, and almost instantly he leaned towards your touch, heeseung's breath hitched as he felt you beginning to slowly roll your hips against his,

opening his eyes to the sight of you looking beneath you both after you quickly discarded your robe, taking notice of his abs flexing, his length's outline steadily becoming more prominent, "just what is going on inside that pretty little head of yours, angel?" he smiled in frustration at you, your needy gaze locked with his own before you shrugged tauntingly,

"i just want to make you feel good." you replied with honesty, slowly lowering yourself towards him, heeseung hissed as he felt your plump lips ghosting kisses against his burning hot skin, his breathes quickened the wetter your kisses got while you went lower, his own lips getting caught hostage between his teeth when he felt you sucking his skin needily,

"baby.. come on," he urged on, the hem of his pants felt like scorching iron rubbing against his skin, his resolve slipping further at the feeling of your hands caressing his abdomen, your tongue swiftly circling his belly button before finally reaching his pants once you were satisfied with his surprised gasp, he breathed out a sigh of relief as you quickly tugged the constricting fabric along with his boxers down,

he was unbelievably hard, heeseung’s head was thrown back at the feeling of you blowing air on him once his large length was freed from his boxers, teeth grinding against one another once your cold fingertips wrapped around his burning skin, “don’t tease me more, angel.” he rasped out, a clear warning in his words as he was close to losing his mind at this point, yet you only smiled at him.

“just enjoy what i’ll give you.” his nails scratched angrily at the ropes from your words, he could feel his frustration leading his body as he thrusted uncontrollably into your hands, in need for any kind of friction, he could taste his blinding climax on the tip of his tongue and yet at the same time it felt so far away, his body felt like it was on fire as for the first time— he couldn’t get what he wanted instantly.

heeseung was new to this situation, one where nothing was under his control and he was left with nothing but his desperate breathes for your mercy, a small portion of him was more accepting of the drastic change, yet that small voice was nothing in comparison to the warning alarms ringing in his head,

and he knew he was completely fucked the moment you decided to lick up a long stripe starting from his base then trailing upwards to circle his raging tip torturously, a shaky breath involuntarily escaped once you repeated the action once again, countless empty threats died in his throat at the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing him, hot tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock,

the salty taste of his continuous precum took over your senses, he was leaking a ridiculous amount just from simple teasing, using his precum as a lube substitute you began to jerk your hand up and down his length, the sudden change in pace resulting in his legs spasming around you, then a satisfied hum vibrating around his tip making him close his eyes shut,

his breathes got heavier the longer you moved, suckling on his tip sloppily with the incessant motion of your hand bringing him closer to his release, heeseung’s muffled groans got louder as he attempted his best to silence himself, not used to being the vocal one that much.

you looked up to the sight of his head thrown back, chest and face flushing a pretty pink along with a sheen, thin layer of sweat glistening along his rapidly rising chest, he looked breathtaking under the dim lighting, abs and legs flexing as he felt his abdomen tightening even more,

“d-don’t stop angel… i’m close,” he whimpered out, the sound of his voice breaking and stuttering out made your brain short circuit, a sound so sweet and addictive that you’ve been deprived of for months, you decided to tease him more,

the moment the tip of your tongue licked along his prominent vein beneath the head of his cock was enough to have his eyes roll back into his skull, plump lips agape to let out a quiet shocked gasp, you continued applying pressure, his thighs shaking next to you whilst his biceps flexed around his head, the rope slowly damaging his skin yet all his mind could focus on was your tongue and the unexpected quickened build up of his climax,

his head fell to the side, pleasure overtaking his body as the coil in his abdomen only tightened further, your hands lowered to fondle with his balls whilst your tongue remained teasing his vein, heeseung could swear he began to see stars the longer you continued, chest rising speedily to inhale deep breathes that felt nonexistent for him,

“right there baby.. so c-close i’m cu-“ yet he couldn’t finish his sentence, the intense build up of pure delight running in his veins abruptly ended, his eyes snapped open in shock when you just pulled away,

“baby what the fuck are you doing?” he spat out angrily, his head lifted swiftly, irritated gaze landing on the sight of your swollen lips and glistening eyes staring back at him, his breathes quickened in frustration as his cock twitched desperately at the view of you, “i can’t have you finish so quickly, where’s the fun in that?”

and with ease, your words affected him efficiently, his brown pools instantly darkening, pupils reducing in size the longer he felt his release slipping away from his body, “i’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you the moment i break these shits,” he tugged on the ropes again, heeseung has never felt so sexually frustrated before, his throbbing length was aching almost painfully when your hold slightly tightened around him,

“you talk too much,” was your only response, heeseung couldn’t bring himself to respond back in time before you lowered yourself yet again, he was suffering whiplash after whiplash from the ‘surprise’ and your frustrating teasing, his head fell back against the pillow once he felt your warm mouth engulfing his tip again,

“you’re going to r-regret this so much, pretty.” he choked out, face burning hot once he felt his impending release returning in an embarrassingly quick manner, you started with licking gently at his sensitive, leaking slit while your hands jerked off his cock below slowly, one hand moved to milk his length while the other stayed lower to cradle his balls,

the familiar stars returned to his vision when you only hummed around him at his words, his frustration mixed with the intense pleasure were feelings his body couldn’t keep up with, and he was under your control with his twitching body directly beneath your hands.

“please angel… don’t stop, i’m so close,” he begged you, voice scratchy and hoarse as he felt his lower half slightly go numb with the continuous build up, his creeping climax approaching in a way his mind couldn’t keep up with, one second he was holding back moans while the other he felt mere moments away from his orgasm,

his abdomen tightened, as he could yet again taste his release on the tip of his tongue, so close, so dizzyingly close he was, his mouth fell open at the feeling of his climax moments away from washing over him, hips jerking into your hold once you quickened only for all of it to come crashing down once you pulled back again,

“what the fuck-“ heeseung growled out, his body searing in anger and pain when all he could feel around his raging length was the cold air, not your wet mouth and warm hands, his mind was reeling with curses as he lifted his head up again, “did i ruin it?” you questioned as you smiled at him.

“did i ruin it, again?” and there you sat, dolled up in his favourite colour, lingerie barely covering any part of you while you looked at him, eyes twinkling with mischief as you smirked at him, and his painfully red length right infront of you, he didn’t respond,

“come on hee, is this not fun for you?” you spoke, hands reaching upwards to caress his twitching thighs, finger tips going as high as his hips, torturously close to his length before going down to his knee, heeseung didn’t respond, his eyes remained close whilst he breathed heavily from his nose,

you failed to notice the way his veins were bulging at this point all around his arms, specifically his hands, you failed to notice his fingers and wrists turning red around the cuffs as he tugged, busy pushing your teasing further with running your index finger from the base of his length to his tip,

all you could feel was authority and power, your first taste as you wished to prolong the view of a whimpering heeseung under you, “you could tell me-“ you completely failed to notice the small crack! around the headboard that the rope was fastened to,

you were too late, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sudden loud sound of wood breaking, followed by clank of metal, the large scattered piece of wood landed on the floor followed by the ripped ropes and the handcuffs, you sat frozen in your place in shock and attempting to process the fact that— heeseung just broke completely free?

he sat there, dark strands falling all over his eyes that were staring at you half lidded, you could see the pent up frustration and anger in them, most importantly the relief now that he was free, the feral glint intensified when he gently moved his hands around his wrists, his hand caressing the slightly damaged skin all while maintaining eye contact with your shocked face,

you really shouldn’t have trusted jake.

because jake never brought up the high possibility of the result of his plan to be a feral heeseung staring at you in a predatory gaze with a broken headboard behind him, “you had your fun didn’t you, baby?” he smiled at you, chest remaining to pant heavy breaths,

you only nodded your head, still stuck on attempts to process the fact that jake’s plan entirely backfired, what now?

“now it’s my time to have fun, it’s only fair that way isn’t it?” he finished your thought for you, he cooed at the sight of your confused gaze, yet you werent completely sure. judging by his sudden attitude change, there was no way he was going to be this nice with you, not after everything you did?

“come here” he pushed himself upwards on the bed before he patted on his lap, his length still standing proud and hard, yet the expectant look in heeseung’s eyes made you obey him completely,

you hastily crawled towards him, his needy hands instantly caressing and fondling every inch of skin he could reach, “look at you.. all dolled up for me, you look stunning, angel.” he trailed kisses down your shoulder once your back pressed against his chest, his length throbbed by your lower back whilst his hands gripped around the frail fabric around your body, his hands were rough,

god if you only knew what you were in for.

“just for you, hee.” you whispered to him, turning your head to face his lovesick eyes, the sudden changes in his gaze made your head spin as the heeseung that was glowering at you a mere minute ago, was currently drowning in your eyes with nothing but pure adoration and need for you,

“yeah? all for me, right?” he breathed out against your lips, large hands now finding comfort on your waist, stroking your soft skin gently as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, you felt his lips curving upwards into a smile when you nodded in confirmation to his words,

“open your legs for me, darling.” his hands lowered to grip your thighs apart, fingertips brushing soothingly against your supple skin before they inched towards your center, your soiled panties coming in contact with his fingertips made him chuckle, “already this excited, baby?” he questioned, his smile widening when you turned your blushing face away from him,

his fingers quickly pushed the soaked fabric away, immediately moving towards your sopping hole, your wetness gushed around his finger once he teased the tip of his finger in, his other arm came up to wrap around your waist once your breathes began to get heavier, face flushed whilst he carefully pressed you more against him as he leaned back against the remaining part of the headboard,

“look at you taking me in so well, angel.” he praised, eyes locked and fascinated on the way his fingers disappeared between your swollen folds only to come out glistening, you looked below you, the sight of your dripping cunt covered by his long fingers never failed to make your heart skip a beat, only increasing the warmth spreading around your body once he dipped back in,

his rough skin caressed along your gummy walls, easily reaching your weakest and sweetest spots to please you in the best ways possible, his priorities seemed to remain unchanged even in his state of pure rage, he still had to make you cum at least once on his fingers or tongue before proceeding with anything else,

it was when he swiftly added his other ring finger to please you along with his middle one, then proceeding to use his other hand to rub slow circles on your puffy clit, steadily dragging your climax closer, you began to see stars,

colourful indecipherable shapes clouded your vision as heeseung fingered your first release out of you with ease, your glazed eyes rolled to the back of your head when he continued, aiding you in riding out your climax with his movements between your twitching legs whilst he whispered unintelligible praises to your ear, ending each word with a gentle kiss that echoed in your mind,

he was so gentle with you as you moaned quietly for him, your noises heard as melodies for him and only him, he studied your every expression while you were coming undone under his touch, though he’s seen you in this state countless times your short gasps, furrowed eyes and closed eyelids that were complimented by your flushed cheeks never failed to leave him mesmerised,

your hand quickly reached out to slow his movements, heeseung was close to beginning overstimulating you, his fingers resumed to thrust into your gushing cunt, knocking your breath out, yet before you could ask him to stop he beat you to it, “you took all this away from me tonight,” he whispered, tone undergoing an astonishing change as he spoke in anger,

the pleasure and sensitivity was beginning to numb your mind once you felt another impending orgasm building up, your abdomen twisting in tension at your imminent release, “hee please-“ you whimpered out before he cut you off, “take all of it, didn’t you want to make me feel good?” he asked, breathes getting harsher against your ear while your heart raced, your legs ached once heeseung moved his own beneath them to keep yours open,

“make me feel good, angel. cum for me,” he ordered, his hands increasing in pace as he quickly added a third finger making your eyes almost cross, your wetness by now was gliding down his hand and inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you, the force of his fingers pushed back against your convulsing hips, whilst he busied himself with trailing bites down your neck,

“i’m c-close, hee” you warned, voice cracking with each syllable as your oncoming climax felt more intense, the coil in your stomach twisting and turning once your release was moments away from overtaking your body, “come on, angel. i’ve got you,” his words were the last ones you registered before your ears began to ring as you squirted all over his hands, body trembling in his hold while heeseung continued to fuck you with his fingers, riding out the entirety of your orgasm whilst he basked in your moans and whimpers of his name,

“did so well for me angel,” he breathed out, his fingers pulled out from your dripping folds, reaching upwards to teasingly press on your puffy clit, eliciting a needy whimper from you, “doesn’t feel that nice when you tease, does it?” he asked with his voice heavy, eyes glued on your face twisted in pleasure and slight overstimulation, “no, i’m sorry, it doesn’t feel nice.” you quickly responded, wishing in your head for this to be over as the exhaustion from your mind blowing releases was slowly shutting down your brain,

yet heeseung noticed the prolonged period of your closed eyes, there was no way you thought that the night could possibly end any time soon, right? absolutely not. he hasn’t even started yet,

with a particularly unexpected slap to your dripping cunt your eyes shot wide open, a shocked gasp escaped your throat before all the noises in the room were replaced with your mewls that rung out once he began to toy with your overstimulated clit, “wanna go to sleep, baby?” he questioned while his fingers teased around your entrance again,

your body shivered beneath his arms as he pushed the tip of his two fingers in, “can we sleep, please?” you cried out, a thin veil beginning to form around your eyes once all the nerves in your body sparked, pleasure shooting all throughout your veins when heeseung pushed his fingers knuckles deep again, “our night hasn’t even started yet, pretty.” he replied with a chuckle,

your moans broke apart further the more his fingers began to fuck out orgasm after orgasm from you whilst he savoured every pretty noise you made, each sound making him fall deeper into the haze of the lust that was intoxicating the room, the longer you squirmed in his hold, the longer you made the prettiest sounds, the worse he ached beneath you, he relished in all the unintentional movements to his throbbing length behind you, swallowing back every moan of his in every few seconds that you moved just right,

“you can give me another one, can’t you?” his hot breath landed against your ear, by now both of your bodies felt sticky and hot, drenched in sweat atop the steadily soaking sheets, your breath mixed with his whilst his fingers never left your drenched pussy, heeseung’s mind was reeling with pain and pleasure at this point, his body had probably gotten more sensitive than yours yet he knew it was all going to be worth it in the end,

you shook your head in denial, however your body was contradicting all your thoughts once you gushed around his fingers again, heeseung smiled in satisfaction at your spent state, your sweaty chest rising up rapidly in despair for air, he had to fight the urge to bury his face between your legs once his fingers pulled away to reveal multiple, clear spider web like strings that connected his fingers to your cunt, their rightful place.

heeseung was absolutely hypnotised by your weak body above him, twitching legs behind his for when he attempted his best to keep yours open, captivated by the way your hands gripped around his for support as you tried to regulate your breathing,

he gently moved your body towards the bed, laying you down carefully whilst you opened your unfocused, watery eyes to gaze at his love and concern filled ones, “you alright, baby?” he whispered against your lips, lowering body as close to possible to yours, curious eyes searching your tired ones when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to lower him for a gentle peck, you nodded your head in reassurance to him, oh how you wish you didn’t.

as the moment that you did, his eyes flashed with the same anger they had minutes ago, “you still have energy, i know you do.” he replied, assuring himself more than you before he flipped your body over in the blink of an eye, the last expression on his face that you saw was of him smiling at you,

his hands brushed against your sides from the bottom to the top, like a predator checking their prey. his hold tightening the more he inched lower before he reached your hips, “so perfect for me,” he whispered his praise more to himself while his eyes took in every inch of your exhausted body,

you whimpered in his hold in surprise when he spread your cheeks apart, revealing your dripping gaping hole to his eyes, the sight alone made an incredibly painful throb to resonate from between his aching legs,

he wasted no time in propping himself on his knees, hips angled towards yours with his raging red tip positioned at your entrance, without a warning he pushed in,

the satisfying burn and tightening made you moan in unison, heeseung by now was completely acting on his own desires, body overtaken in pleasure and absolute need to have himself buried to the deepest point in you, your figure pressed against his while he fucked you till the sunrise, till both of your bodies were so sensitive and unable to handle a single touch,

his thrusts were merciless as he pounded into you, pushing your body further against the bed before pulling you back by your hips, you moaned into the pillow as heeseung took complete control of the situation, ridiculous how you thought tonight he would be under your control.

and as the thought was formed in your head, he pushed harsher against you before he rasped out, “you tried to…” cut off by his harsh breaths, his hips suddenly slowed down to become more powerful, “tried. to. control. me?” he asked through gritted teeth in an incredulous manner, accentuating and bringing more strength to every word by following it with a harsh thrust, his tip pressing against your cervix with each word making your eyes roll back whilst your jaw went slack,

his cock brushed against all your sweet spots, length perfectly stretching your walls with the tiniest tinge of burn due his large size, you could feel each and every vein bulging along your guts as he pounded into you,

“tried to guide me?” he followed with a laugh, and there he was. the heeseung you were expecting to appear since the moment you tied him up, the wild and vicious side of him that you’ve rarely gotten to see as he much preferred showing you his gentler side, however those were in situations that were under his control.

humiliation took over you at his words in the best form possible, his words of mock only resulted in you tightening around him making him groan, he leaned forward, hovering his chest above your back as he completely caged you beneath him, before he brought himself closer to your ear, “you looked so cute trying to tell me what to do, baby” he whispered, hips pressing flush against your ass with every syllable,

your throat had gone hoarse by now, as all you could hear were your mewls followed by heeseung’s words, the tears that aligned by your waterline had slid down a long time ago, staining your face in the prettiest way possible, heeseung’s favourite way.

“looked so cute acting all tough like you don’t need me to help you with anything, hm?” he continued, chuckling into your ear as more tears aligned by your jaw before dropping onto the pillow,

“looked so cute trying to suck me off like you don’t need me to push your head down my dick everytime,” his arm came upwards, you had buried your head in your pillow soaked tears as his cock continued moulding you into his size while he spoke to you, unbeknownst to you he expertly pulled off the tie hanging loosely by his neck,

and in a split second, heeseung had wrapped the narrow fabric around your neck, you gasped as heeseung lifted your head upwards, the tie applied perfect pressure to your jugular veins instantly resulting in you becoming lightheaded whilst heeseung’s animalistic eyes bored into yours,

“what made you think that’ll work?” he smiled at you, revealing his pearly whites as if he wasn’t pounding into you, whines escaped your mouth before you could process any of them, heeseung stared at your every expression with admiration and conceitedness,

“have i not made you take control enough when you wanted to?” he pressed on, smile widening as he had an unrecognisable expression on his face, you couldn’t tell if it was his reddened dark eyes, or his flushed face with his black locks that stuck on his forehead contrasting the light blush, but you could barely recognise him, the unfamiliar expression on his face sent pulses of warmth throughout your body,

“you could have asked me if you were that interested, instead of putting those pathetic shits around my wrists.” he finished off, tilting his head to the side once you closed your eyes, his thursts never faltered as he brought you closer to your release, abdomen twisting and churning in preparation for your oncoming climax, you felt your ears ringing again when heeseung slightly pulled on the fabric around your neck,

“eyes on me, pretty.” he groaned, his own voice laced with exhaustion and need, the desire to release his climax from hours ago now blinding his senses, you opened your unfocused eyes to land upon his, and while his hips were grinding against yours, every inch of his cock caressing every inch of your walls that swallowed him up entirely, he spoke out,

“open your mouth, baby.” his grip shakily tightening further around the tie, you breaths getting heavier and more difficult as you opened your mouth, heeseung spat onto your lolled out tongue, eyeing the way the string of saliva landed on your tongue before he pulled the tie more, “swallow.” and you did whilst he studied your every move,

once you showed him your clean tongue to satisfy him, he began to lower himself towards your neck, your head ultimately fell against the pillow again as heeseung began to trail soft bites along your shoulder while his hips moved against yours, both of you ridiculously sensitive from the prolonged edging and overstimulation, holding back desperately to lengthen the period of him inside of you, you moaned his name in need as his tip kept kissing your cervix,

“taking me in so well, milking my cock so good angel.” he praised, the pleasure finally overtaking his body as your walls only sucked him in further while more slick poured around your legs and onto the sheets, your moans mixed with his needy ones, sweaty bodies rubbing against one another messily as both of you chased your highs in desperation,

“s-seung, i’m so close.” you stuttered out, eyes closing when heeseung softly tugged at the tie, his own eyes shut once he felt his climax mere seconds away from washing down on him, the dizzying feeling of euphoria already running through his veins and intensifying with the build up, he could see stars clouding his vision similar to the ones clouding yours, “i’ve got you baby, cum for me.” he sweetly whispered,

and he followed his words with one, two and three delicious thrusts right against your cervix that had you coming undone for him, release washing over you mind numbingly, body weak as your legs shook beneath heeseung’s while his hand caressed your hips in attempts of comforting you, lips never stopping from kissing sweet words into your ear as you shook beneath him, the torturous tightening of your walls easily pushed heeseung over the edge as a few moments later you could feel his warm ropes of cum filling you up completely,

you struggled to return to your senses, body overtaken with exhaustion while heeseung kept peppering open mouthed kisses along your shoulder, his arms moved to wrap around your waist, gently fondling with your breasts as he was still cumming, he filled you up so well,

quiet and loving praises fell against your ear once heeseung was finished, still buried deep inside of you with his tie around your neck, your breathes were nearly shaky as he pressed his body closer to yours, “did amazing for me, baby.”

“how about i run both of us a bath then we can go to sleep?” he once again kissed your shoulder, smiling against your skin once you nodded,

you nodded in hopes of returning to clean satin sheets to drift off to slumber in the arms of your only love.

the smell of his favourite lavender bath bomb overwhelmed your nose when heeseung carried you into the warm bathroom after discarding you of your lingerie, gently lowering you into the warmth of the water before quickly taking his place behind you, your back laid against his chest, his hands ran up and down your arms in comfort, heeseung’s chest warmed as he noticed goosebumps aligning all over your skin at his touch the longer you leaned into him, his fingertips ghosted over your skin in a pleasant way.

your head was placed on his shoulder as your face was turned towards his neck, eyes closed in exhaustion from the restless night, heeseung cooed when he noticed all the narrow tear streaks on your cheeks, his hands massaged all your aching muscles whilst his lips kissed away your dried tears,

“you okay, pretty?” he softly called out, voice quiet and gentle next to your ear, his soft side returning quickly, your gentle and caring heeseung gazed at you with concern and love shimmering in his eyes that filled with relief once you nodded, “i’m sorry if i was a bit rough, angel.” he continued, lips now moving along your neck with each word while his hands lowered to your thighs,

“it’s okay, i liked it.” you replied honestly once your eyes opened to look into his own expectant ones, voice quiet and hoarse as your throat felt sore, “yeah i bet you did, you looked pretty pleased you know.” he smiled before attempting to mimick your expressions that resulted in a pinch to his hand from you,

“though i’m… not that satisfied yet.” heeseung voiced out quietly, his smile widened when your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not that satisfied?

“what do you mean?” you questioned in bewilderment, you could still feel how sore all your muscles were there was no way he still had the energy for another round,

“i mean… it is my birthday isn’t it?” he began, you nodded along his words which was his cue to continue, his eyes trailed all along your shoulders and neck that were littered with his bites, “and you do want to make me happy on my birthday, right?” of course he was going to use his birthday card to get what he wants, you should have seen it coming from heeseung. “and i can get whatever i want on my birthday.”

“yes you can— heeseung, what do you want?” you asked, by now you had half your body turned to face him as you were genuinely curious to what he wanted, especially now when heeseung had a soft blush dusting his gorgeous features,

“i want you to ride my thigh, pretty.” he spoke out almost shyly, your heeseung who always surrounded you with his teasing and flirty nature, now was looking at you with twinkling eyes and blushed cheeks as he asked you to ride his thigh.

he cleared his throat before his natural, intimidating expression returned, “you don’t have to, if you’re too tired.” he added, but how could you deny such a request when he was staring at you with his plump lips swollen and red, his lids heavy on his eyes that were begging you to comply to his request, his hands that were ghosting around your waist lovingly only pushed you further,

and instead of answering him, you quickly moved your sore body to face him making the water ripple around you, your leg lifting over his to position yourself where he requested you too, heeseung instantly began to guide you, flexing his muscles beneath you once your overstimulated, puffy clit came in contact with his skin, he relished in your quiet whimper as he rocked your hips against his thigh,

your hands gripped onto his shoulders for support, nails digging sharply into his skin as you felt pleasure shooting from every nerve in your body, heeseung settled his head into the crook of your neck, lips returning to their rightful place of kissing your skin and every inch of it they could reach while his hands never stopped from aiding you in riding him,

your soft moans landed directly on his ear easily sending him into a trance as he felt overstimulated by feeling you everywhere around him, all over him and this was undoubtedly his favourite place to be, you could feel your release steadily building up as heeseung kept altering between relaxing and tensing his thigh, each movement sending jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body,

you could by now feel his length standing proud and poking at your other leg that was placed between his, his own breaths getting heavier against your neck while his nails dug into your hips, “i’m so close, hee.” you mewled out next to his ear, eyes closing once you felt the coil in your abdomen mere seconds from snapping, the water splashed around the tub, some droplets landing against the floor while you continued,

he nodded along to your words, “i know, baby.” he whispered against your skin, your movements quickened the more you felt your release approaching, your climax right around the corner while heeseung’s lips never left your skin, praises falling into your ear as his body practically moulded with yours, he held you closer once he felt your legs twitching besides his, “i’m cumming, hee— oh my god!” you cried out as your release washed over you headily, your wetness spurting all over his skin once intense waves of pleasure filled your body,

whispers of i got yous were the only thing keeping you grounded when you saw dots littering all across your vision, body spasming in pleasure as heeseung helped you in riding out your orgasm with his praises remaining continuous, if you thought you weren’t spent then, you totally are now.

“did so fucking well for me, baby.” he spoke quietly to you as you nuzzled further into his chest, “but you didn’t finish—“ you started off, hand lowering to his abdomen to help him before he gripped your hand, bringing it upwards to place a soft kiss to your knuckles, he held your it close to his lips as he cut you off, “no baby, you already did so well for me, this is something i’ll take care, okay?” he replied tenderly, pressing a soft kiss into your cheek after you nodded to his words,

“now let’s get you out and go to sleep, how does that sound, love?” he asked, smiling adoringly at your tired state, “amazing.”

soft groans reached your ears as the sunlight steadily peeked through into your shared bedroom, the arms that wrapped around you as you fell asleep a few hours prior suddenly had a tighter grip on you, heeseung’s hands moved on your body, caressing and fondling every inch of skin beneath his fingers while his hot breaths landed on your shoulder as your back was turned towards him,

“hee?” you called, voice laced with sleep while your eyes remained closed, heeseung’s movements paused for a second, you could tell he was trying to regulate his breathing behind you before his hands resumed, “i need you angel, i want to please you so bad.” his needy and whiny voice shocked you, knocking away any remaining thought of sleeping out of your head the moment you heard him, inevitably causing a familiar wetness to pool in your panties, did he see a dream or something?

“seung what-“ “please, just let me eat you out.” he cut you off, and if you weren’t shocked before you for sure were now, he quickly turned you around to face him to see just how desperate he was at this sudden moment, “i couldn’t stop thinking about it yesterday, you were too tired but now that you slept i have to do this,” he rambled out, his body felt ten times hotter than yours as his arms pulled you towards his chest, “sit on my face.”

and you really didn’t have to be told twice,

so here you were now, gripping on the headboard— well what remained of the headboard with your legs placed around heeseung’s shoulders, back arching as he fucked his tongue in and out of your sopping hole,

your body shook with intense pleasure, still weak and aching from a few hours earlier yet still so responsive to every move made by heeseung, the same arms that broke free of the iron cuffs and ripped the ropes from yesterday now had a vice grip on your thighs and hips to keep you in your place, guaranteeing that you have no choice but to take what he’s been dying to give you since the moment your tongue ran along his dick yesterday,

quiet moans left your mouth when heeseung began to switch between fucking his tongue into your cunt only to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves a second later, and he made sure that when he thrusted his tongue in your gummy walls, his nose pressed against your clit perfectly, his hips were yearningly thrusting into the blanket in hopes of slightest bit of friction, yet his main focus still remained on pleasuring you.

your groans and whimpers increased in volume as you felt the tightening of the coil in your abdomen increase, the pleasure already running through your veins intensely from the mere build up, heeseung mirrored every noise you were making on your cunt, each hum sending a dizzying vibration that pushed you further to the edge,

“hee, baby— i’m so close.” you moaned out, heeseung could already tell you were moments away from your climax from the way you were gushing on his mouth and he was glad to lick every drop, the pace of his movements surged in speed at your words, “cum for me, angel.” he hummed against your clit and that was enough to have the familiar stars dazzle your sight,

your legs shook uncontrollably around his head whilst heeseung licked and sucked everywhere, he continued eating you out sloppily as your wetness decorated all over the lower half of his face and he couldn’t be happier.

heeseung was humming along to your moans of pleasure, feeling just as high on ecstasy as you were, jaw slack while he licked up all what you had to offer before opting to just place soft kisses,

your body was holding on for dear life— the only form of stability was the headboard that you could no longer depend on as your grip got weaker the longer heeseung kept kissing you in a mind numbing manner, your body melted in his hold while your brain felt like it turned into mush, the grip he had on your legs tightening when your convulsing legs attempted to move away once he slowly began to overstimulate you,

your whimpers turned shaky when he pressed one long kiss before he finally allowed you to pull away, his hands instantly moved to hold your body close to his, proudly displaying his smiling face that was glistening with your wetness to you,

“heeseung you’re rock hard,” you stated as your eyes unintentionally lowered to the obvious tent in the middle of the blanket, “baby, the way you moaned my name was so hot. i would literally cum if you touch me once right now.” he replied, nuzzling his face closer to you while being mindful of keeping you clean,

“then let me help you,” and before heeseung could protest again, your hand briskly went under the blanket, dipping below his boxers to finally give attention to his throbbing cock,

in an instant, a low moan was drawn out from his chest whilst his eyes immediately closed in pleasure, your fingers ran along his length, his leaking precum aiding in the smooth movement of your hand, jerking your wrist to move up and down before pausing to press your thumb atop his gushing slit,

heeseung hissed in sensitivity, the hold he had on your waist tightening when he inched his mouth closer to your ear, “don’t tease me if you don’t want me to repeat yesterday.” he warned quietly, and you had no intentions to do so whatsoever,

“i really just want to please you,” you replied honestly making heeseung smile, “you’re already doing so well.” he moaned out once your hand picked up the pace, his red tip was covered with his precum as his cock throbbed in your hand, you quickly went closer towards his legs once his thighs began to twitch, leaving heeseung to throw his head back on the pillow while his hands gripped the sheets beneath him,

“so close.. i’m so close,” he babbled out, eyes shut in pleasure with his hips jerking forward uncontrollably, you studied his every twitch and shake as you continued the movement of your hands, studied the flexing of his abs as the coil in his stomach tightened unbearably, studied the way his jaw went slack while moans reverberated from his chest, studied the way his veins were popping from the tight grip he had on the sheets,

you could tell he was moments away from his climax, and with the sudden thought of heightening his pleasure you quickly acted upon it— the motion of your hands continued with heeseung’s eyes shut and head thrown back and the moment you lowered your head so lick at his tip had him shaking beneath you,

you swiftly began to suck on his pulsing tip, tongue licking along his slit as you hollowed your cheeks before pushing your head lower to his length, the sudden change made heeseung’s head bolt upwards, wide eyes that lined with a thin veil of tears gazed at you, his breaths getting shakier the longer you kept moving your head up and down his cock,

“fuck— right there baby, just like that. just like that, angel,” he rambled on, head falling back against the pillow as he could feel sweat rolling down his temples, the pleasure in his body flared when you once again began to tease that one pronounced vein that had his eyes rolling back to his skull

“baby— oh my god” he moaned loudly, not having the chance to warn you before his climax flushed over his body, hot spurts of his cum ran down your throat while you continued to suckle on his tip, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as your hand continued to jerk off his length, heeseung felt light headed, absolutely delirious when he started to feel himself being pushed into overstimulation, his deep moans echoed through the walls of your room as you kept pleasuring him,

he could feel the continuous sensation of ecstasy and euphoria running through his veins and numbing his head, sparks of pleasure shooting along his spine once you forced yourself lower and deepthroated him, and god he was cumming so fucking much.

you were struggling to keep up with him, tears aligning in your waterline while some escaped from the intense burning in your throat as you struggled to accommodate his length so deep in you, yet you remained with your nose pressed against his pelvis while his body shook, you finally gave him what he’s been waiting for since yesterday and god heeseung has never felt this good.

once his body calmed down to slight twitches you pulled away, the sight of your swollen and glistening lips covered in his cum made heeseung’s sensitive cock twitch, his eyes remained glued on you as you lolled your clean tongue out to show him, and he had to fight the urge to pound into you like yesterday.

he smiled at you in exhaustion before easily pulling your body upwards, he kissed along your face and jaw, relishing in all of your giggles as he held you close to him, tight in between his arms, right where you belong.

“satisfied now?” you questioned out as you nuzzled closer into his chest, “so satisfied i could marry you tomorrow.”

“he WHAT?!” jake’s voice pierced throughout your room, it was currently the evening, the day after heeseung’s birthday where his closest friends came to visit your apartment, and while heeseung was busy gaming with sunghoon in the living room, jaeyun pulled you into your bedroom to question you about how his “genius” plan went.

“he broke the handcuffs, jake.” you sighed in exasperation, you’ve already explained the story three times yet jake’s mind refused to process the fact that his plan completely backfired,

his widened eyes stared at yours in shock and bewilderment, having difficulty understanding just how heeseung broke free— “what about the ropes? how did they not-“ “he ripped them in a second, jake.” you cut him off before he started another endless rant,

now jake knew that heeseung and sunghoon (along with jongseong sometimes) went to the gym, building up a consistent routine that took place mainly in the mornings, and yes he was aware that the routine was established a few months ago— yet he was sure that heeseung would stand no chance against iron handcuffs, and to ease his doubts he added the ropes,

“you underestimated him terribly, jae.” you spoke out, exhaustion evident in your tone as you hadn’t been able to have the best sleep of the night, your mind attempting to process all the events that took place yesterday yet the one that disturbed you the most was how unaffected heeseung was now, as he was helping jongseong in the kitchen a few minutes ago before agreeing on playing a few rounds with sunghoon,

“well.. i’ll have to invest in better handcuffs next time, how are you by the way?” he replied, curious eyes studying your movements, “hm?” you questioned in confusion, uncertain of what he was implying, “are you like… sore or anything?” he replied, his gaze now avoidant as he used his hands to aid him in expressing himself, oh.

“what do you think?” you looked at him, eyes very clearly indicating that you’ve reached your limit, “well.. he does have a pretty bad temper, i hope it wasn’t anything too harsh.” he smiled innocently, nodding his head along to his own words to convince himself

“who has bad temper?” oh gosh, speak of the devil.

heeseung stood at the doorway of the room, his gaze switching between your figure on the bed and jake’s standing one, “clearly you.. what even made you break the headboard last night?” jake asked cluelessly attempting his best to switch the topic of conversation,

“why are you interested about last night?” heeseung questioned, eyebrows knitting together before his gaze found the bag next to jake’s leg, it was jake’s bag, and it had the broken handcuffs and ropes from yesterday, and suddenly a light bulb went off atop heeseung’s head as his eyes widened

“so it was you?!” heeseung practically yelled at jake, an accusatory finger pointing at him when all the dots connected, “me?!” jaeyun pushed his innocent act further, mirroring heeseung’s shocked expression and pointing in confusion at himself while you just stared in anticipation at the two grown men,

“it was your idea, sim jaeyun!” and with that final yell from heeseung, jake ran out of the room.

A, NOTE. pt2: the first part of the whole tying up & handcuff breaking was inspired by a jungkook fic i read on wattpad years ago so credit goes to that author for the inspiration ! i unfortunately can’t remember the fic nor the title :(

i’m so sorry for the delay that happened with this fic, it’s crazy to think about how this was supposed to be posted 2.5 months ago yet i just finished it, i’ve come to the realisation that i prefer longer fics that have more scenes in them which obviously require a lot of writing so i’ve decided to not set release dates for my future fics,

the foreshadow soulmate!jake is one that i’m still working on ! and it’s 100% going to be longer than this one considering that now this “surprise” fic is my longest one :0 a bit shocking for me honestly, anywho next up i’ll try my hardest to put out my jake fic but if not & i put out smth different just know that im still working on it bcs i really like soulmate tropes :] anywho happy new year ! wishing everyone happiness & health for this year <3

[angstfactory]

"She is." A damned handful, even. "She'll probably be the death of me," he went on, casting a look her way once more. "Hell, you may be the poor fool that'll find me laid out in the fields one day from a stroke 'cause she got her ass out again." Morbid joke? Perhaps. "I'm thinkin' I need to add in my will that if Petunia's the cause, she better be comin' with me." That earned a couple more oinks and he wondered, if this animal could actually understand their conversation. Either that, or just knew she was being discussed. Most females did, right? They all had that weird gift of knowing such things.

"Ah," Jesse nodded his understanding as the other shared his full name — Aris made more sense now, when Aristotle was the base. Though he was fairly sure he'd never known anyone named after the philosopher before. Jesse's own was basic in comparison. "Good," he grunted, "you'll need that kinda attitude here. You want my advice, don't show up to work in anythin' you ain't okay with ruinin'. I recommend jeans n' flannel, anythin' that breathes, n' a solid pair of boots, too." It wasn't Aris' fault today, though. He couldn't have known coming here for an interview only would result in this catastrophe of his clothes, but at least it'd lend weight to Jesse's words of wisdom.

As he lead way back to the main house, Jesse spotted his black stetson in the dirt. "Damn," this curse muttered to himself, he stooped to pick it up and made a vain attempt to dust it off as they walked. It would need a good brush to get all that dirt off. Regardless, he settled it back down over that wild mass of curls. He could just use a tan one, those were easier to hide dirt and stains on, but this was his favorite.

Before he went through the back door again, Jesse paused to wipe more mud off himself to avoid spreading anymore inside as much as possible. The housekeeper would probably give him an earful later. Inside, he lead Aris through the kitchen and down another hall, which was obviously where the rooms — suites, they claimed — were. They currently didn't have any guests staying with them. "Alright, so.." Outside the hall closet, he paused for a towel to wipe his hands clean and offer Aris the same, before he sized up the other man. "These'll probably fit ya," he remarked, reaching higher to briefly sort through some faded clothing until he pulled down a t-shirt and jeans. They weren't anything fancy, just cheap extras they kept around for just such occasions.

Jesse carried the clothes to another door, which he booted open gently. It was one of two shared bathrooms for the guests — again, nothing special, not even that large, but it had what one needed. "Feel free to use the complimentary soaps," he sat the clothes at the sink, before he approached the shower. "N' you're gonna have to.." Jesse leaned in to give the shower handle a particularly rough pull, which caused the old pipes to creak and moan a second before a weak stream started up. "..put some force behind it. We're ah," he thumbed the side of his nose, "lookin' to remodel soon." No, they weren't. The brochures claimed they already had, like ten years ago or whatever. But even Jesse held some embarrassment that Prescott Ranch wasn't exactly a fine resort anymore.

If it was just him out here, he wouldn't give a shit. He'd never lived in the lap of luxury anyway.

"Anyway." He passed from the bathroom. "Just leave your clothes in the sink n' we'll get those washed," Jesse advised. The jacket... well, he wasn't sure what they were going to do about that. "N' just meet back in the kitchen when you're done," here he pointed down the hallway, sure Aris would remember.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Aris watched Jesse with a slight smile. “Petunia sounds like a real handful,” he said, glancing at the pig before looking back at the man. “Guess that’s what makes her so memorable, though. I bet a lot of kids come here just waiting to catch a glimpse of her, huh?” He took in the scene with amusement, clearly not too bothered by the situation. Yeah, he wasn’t well-versed in ranch life, and he still wasn’t sure what exactly the job entailed, but Aris had never been someone to back down from the unknown.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “Yeah, well, the full name is Aristotle.” Again, he offered a smile before shoving his hands in his pockets, considering Jesse’s question. “Nah, not really scared off. I’ve seen worse. A little mud, or whatever this is, never hurt anyone. I mean, yeah, not my best look, getting my ass handed to me by a little pig, but I’m not picky.” Honestly, the days he’d spent with Devin back at the bookshop were fucking chaotic, sometimes. When him and Devin drank a little too much, books flew off the shelves. Literally. He had to really remember to not use magic here.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ When Jesse mentioned the shower and extra clothes, Aris nodded in agreement. “Sure, why not. You hear that, little fella?” He called out to the pig, “Better watch out." Then, turning his attention back to Jesse, he said, "lead the way." He walked next to the other man, taking in the scenery of the ranch. I wonder who else'll apply? Aris mused. Back home, he had a few friends, but mostly kept to himself and his family. Cardinal Hill might be different though, who knows? Maybe he'd turn out to be a social butterfly here.

[ditzybeee]

❥・Jason Todd — bartender (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, jason todd blurb, prince of gotham era, crushing!jason, bartender!reader, fem!compliments (pretty), gn!nicknames (angel, sweetheart), gn!reader, no use of y/n, brief mention of spiking drinks (joke, neither characters are drugged), praise, dry humping, cum eating, fingers in mouth, face fucking, cum swallowing

❥・word count: 1032

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Jason Todd didn't like to drink on the job. He wasn't one to allow alcohol to impair his judgment when he's on a mission or managing the Iceberg Lounge.

So, when his bartender—who he'd been harboring feelings for—invites him for a drink as they're closing up the club, he doesn't refuse.

"Any preferences, boss? I can make a mean marg," you joke, wiping down the counter.

"Beer. Whatever's on tap," he mumbles, watching as you grab a pint glass and fill it.

He watches the way your arm flexes ever so slightly as you pull the tap.

The way your hand tilts the glass.

The way you look so focused—unnecessarily focused—on pouring his pint.

He glances away.

You place the glass onto a coaster and push it in front of him, returning to your closing duties.

"So, why'd you sit down for a drink today, boss?" You ask, eyeing as he sips the beer.

"Why'd you invite me?" He speaks into the glass.

You shrug, taking a pause in your cleaning. "You looked like you needed someone to talk to."

"I don't."

"Look, since I'm technically off the clock, I'll say it. You seem lonely, boss. I never see you talking to anyone. Not your family, no friends, not even us."

"I don't see how that's your concern, angel."

The corner of your lip quirks at the nickname.

"Angel?" You echo.

"Sorry, I- Sorry," he mumbles, embarrassed. He downs the last bit of the beer before fishing out his wallet.

You shake your head. "Don't say sorry. And the boss doesn't pay. Go home."

"Please, angel, let me pay," he mumbles softly.

"No, sir. Go home. Iceberg Lounge is closed," you hum, cleaning up his glass and coaster.

He huffs, hopping off the barstool. But he doesn't go home. No, he waits until you're entirely done, waiting at the door.

"I thought I told you to go home," you tilt your head, walking over with your bag slung over your shoulder.

"Well, I thought I told you I'd pay. We're not getting what we want tonight," he replies, slipping your bag off your shoulder easily, slinging it over his own.

A real gentleman.

He knows your apartment is within walking distance—you walk to work every day—so he walks you back.

What Jason didn't account for, was how long the walk was. Who in their right mind walks 2 hours to work and back?

So, 2 hours walking home with your boss—your hot boss—who pays you a fair wage, who gives you all possible benefits, who covers all insurance and medical.

Jason cares about you and about his employees—but mostly about you.

2 hours walking home with your boss revealed things. Lots of things that Jason wishes remained secrets.

Things like his concern for your safety—you'd hear him lecture you about 5 times during the walk.

Things like his displeasure at your refusing his money.

Things like how he lights up when you come into work.

Things like how he panics when you're a minute late—in a concerned boyfriend way, and not in an overbearing boss way.

And oh, kill him now, because he let it slip that he had feelings for you.

Sure, you two were around the same age, but it was weird to him.

Weird the way Jason was your boss and you were his employee.

Weird the way you suddenly fell silent after his confession.

Weird the way you allowed him into your apartment.

Weird the way he allowed himself to follow.

Jason thinks it's the pint of beer, the buzzing in his ear. Maybe he's dreaming.

Maybe someone snuck into the Lounge and spiked his drink.

Maybe he liked the way your voice was low and raspy when you talked dirty to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?" He whispers, lips ghosting your collarbone of your already bare chest.

"Please," you whine.

He takes it and runs.

He slots his leg between yours, allowing you to grind yourself against his thigh. You whine at the friction of his jeans.

"So fucking pretty," he mumbles, staring at the way the moonlight from between the blinds shine on your skin.

His finger traces the band of your pants, pulling a bit.

"Can I remove these, angel?" he mumbles, and you nod.

He does so, pulling his jeans off as well.

He shifts on the bed, thrusting slowly and deep into you, watching as your eyes squeeze shut and you take him.

He peppers kisses against your skin, whispering praise and encourgement as you fuck yourself on his thick cock.

"You look so pretty when you're filled with my cock, angel," he mumbles against your neck, thrusting into you as your hips begin to stutter.

He hums contently when your cum spurts out, pulling out, and leaning down to lick it up. He enjoys the way you shiver when his tongue trails on your skin.

He pushes his thumb into your mouth when you start to whine.

"Quiet, yeah? I'll get to you soon," he mumbles as he finishes licking you clean.

His hand shifts, index and middle pressing hard on your tongue, lubing up your mouth with saliva as he eases you onto your knees.

"You're gonna take this dick in your mouth, and I'm gonna cum in this pretty mouth, yeah?"

You nod, blinking up at him.

He removes his fingers, pressing a kiss on your temple before he slides himself into your mouth.

Gripping the back of your head, his cock thrusts into your mouth, pounding unapologetically until he—as promised—unloads his cum down your throat.

"Swallow," he hums, pushing your lips together when he slides his dick out.

He watches as you swallow his cum, stray drops trailing out of the corners of your cheeks.

"You did amazing, angel," he whispers, pressing a long kiss on your lips, his tongue slipping between your lips. He hums at the taste of his cum still present on your tongue.

He quickly and quietly assists you to the bathroom, wiping you down and helping you get dressed before knocking out on your couch.

He thinks he'll stay until closing time more often.

You're Jason Todd's favorite bartender.

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❥・a/n: i feel like this is lwk a copy paste of my virgin!jason but whateves

❥・masterlist

[baisemains]

Sweet Nectar

sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

contains: dom!sevika, sub!reader, food mention, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, little bit of dirty talk, sevika and reader are married

description: sevika helps herself to a snack after a long day of working around the house, and the way she eats it makes you hope you’re next.

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sevika masterlist

Curled up on your living room couch with your latest book, you’re in full relaxation mode as you wait for Sevika to finish the yard work outside. She’s been working on the garden for the last couple of weekends and this morning, she told you she’d be done by today.

Taking a sip of the lemonade in front of you, the sliding door opens and your eyes flick up to your wife walking in, hoping this means she’s finally finished. Taking off her muddy boots, she strolls over to the kitchen in only her white undershirt and old pair of jeans, both sullied with dirt.

One of the biggest perks of being married to the woman of your dreams is that you’re able to stare at her all you want, and you are taking full advantage right now. All she’s doing is washing her hand in the sink, careful not to wet her prosthetic, but every little movement causes a ripple effect in her back muscles and a twinge in your lower belly.

After a minute or so, she turns towards you, wiping herself off with a towel, and starts informing you of her work in the garden today, letting you know it was finally completed. You don’t register what she’s saying for a few seconds, too engrossed in the way her forearm is flexing as she throws the towel over her shoulder, the slight sheen of sweat over her face capturing all your focus.

Sevika can tell you’re not really paying attention, you’ve let it be known that her doing housework is a big turn on for you, and honestly, she loves it. She knows the effect she has on you and is soaking it up, feeling the intensity of your gaze all over her.

Continuing her one sided conversation, she turns to the fruit bowl on the counter, looking for a snack and decides on a perfectly ripe orange. Pulling out the wooden cutting board from the lower cabinet, she grabs a knife and slices the orange into four wedges, not having the patience to peel it. She asks you about the book you’re reading as she raises a juicy piece to her mouth, and the sight has your reply fading into a sigh.

Her tongue ever so softly pokes out, catching the corner as she begins applying force and separating it from the peel. Catching it between her teeth, she pulls until the edible portion is sitting between her lips and bites down, juice dribbling down her chin to her neck.

The view is unnecessarily erotic and you squeeze your legs together, suddenly becoming desperate for friction. Your wife resumes eating her snack like nothing is happening, now looking at you expectantly because you still haven’t answered her. When she sees how blown your pupils are, she really begins taking her time, locking eyes with you as more and more fluid covers her face and hand.

By the time she’s done, you’re holding your breath in fear a moan will slip out. The sight of a sweaty Sevika looking at you like she wants to eat you next is too much. Throwing her trash away, she decides not to clean herself off, instead slowly walking over and standing right in front of you. Your legs start parting on their own accord and a knowing smile settles on her face.

“Did you hear what I asked you, baby?”

Looking up at her with hooded eyes and a slightly parted mouth, you don’t even try to pretend you’re not horny as hell. Shaking your head, she leans down, placing her hands on either side of your hips, squeezing the fabric of the couch.

“Mm. Any reason why?”

That causes you to roll your eyes a bit. She loves hearing you talk her up, it boosts her ego like nothing else in the world. You know this, but decide to play dumb for a moment, wanting to tease her the way she did you.

“Not really. Just kinda zoned out.”

“Is that so?”

Sevika then closes some of the distance between you two, noses centimeters apart.

“Didn’t have anything to do with the way you were watching me?”

Your eyes flick down to her lips, seeing that the juice from the aforementioned fruit is still covering the bottom half of her face. It gives you flashbacks to similar activities and almost causes your resolve to break. Inhaling, you slowly lean down, letting the tip of your tongue lick from her chin to her bottom lip, hearing a deep groan.

“Maybe.”

Wasting no more time, Sevika captures your lips in a deep kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist, causing her shirt to slightly rise. The two of you settle into a slow but intense rhythm, tongues sliding against each other and you taste the citrus on hers. Your hands move to rest in her hair and you eventually tug, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes open. Deciding that she can take advantage of the space, she starts winding you up.

“If I don’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, angel.”

A whine escapes you, and when you try to close the distance, Sevika backs away just out of reach. Scoffing, you try to pull her to you instead but she’s as strong as she looks and doesn’t move an inch.

“I’m not jealous of an orange Sev, I just, I wanna kiss you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. I just want you to admit it.”

Whining, you know she’s not gonna kiss you until you give her what she wants, and at this point, your ego is the last thing you care about.

“Fine, I want you to eat me the way you were eating the damn fruit, happy?”

A wicked grin spread across your wife’s face, and you sigh in relief, knowing you’re finally getting somewhere.

“Ecstatic.”

She dips down again, slotting your mouth against yours and a satisfied hum leaves you. After a few minutes of that, the heat between your legs makes itself known and you know you need more.

“Sev, baby, I, ah…”

Her fingers slip beneath your waistband, dragging through your folds before she raises them to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watch the way her eyes shut, how her tongue caresses every inch of skin, and you know you’re the luckiest person in the world. She somehow always anticipates what you need before you can even say it, and you’re getting wetter by the second.

“I know, let me.”

Pushing a finger into you, your back arches off the couch, feeling her pump into you at an even pace. Knuckle deep, she pulls almost all the way out before adding a second one and you’re now grinding down onto her hand, feeling the heel of her palm adding pressure to your clit.

“That feels so good, please.”

Your response was all she needed to hear and a wave of arousal shoots through her veins. The sight of you squirming beneath her, cheeks flushed and clothes in disarray, is everything she wants to see. She captures your lips, kissing you with an urgency she knows you crave.

"Fuck, baby."

She murmurs against your lips, voice low and husky. Her fingers move a bit faster as you moan softly into her mouth. Sevika knows you like the back of her hand and has you writhing in no time.

"Let me hear you."

She’s always loved how sensitive you are. Just the sound of her voice is enough to turn you on but the effect is amplified when she adds that rough edge to it. Your fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt, pulling her down until you’re able to bury your head in the crook of her neck. You let out a shaky breath, lips grazing the underside of her jaw before they rest lightly against her pulse point.

“Sev,” you whine, “I’m close, please, I need you.”

Your desperate voice begging for her is like music to Sevika’s ears. She picks up the pace, grinding her palm down harshly against your clit. You cry out, hips bucking up to meet her hand and your grip tightens on her.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her free hand lifts from the couch and cups your jaw, maneuvering you so she can capture your mouth in another kiss. You’re on the edge of climax, whimpering into her mouth as Sevika keeps her relentless pace, and when she feels you clench around her, she knows it’s time.

“Cum for me.”

Your brain short circuits, and when she commands you like that, you have no choice but to obey. You bite onto her shoulder to muffle the scream ripping through your throat and your entire body tenses up, legs shaking wildly.

She guides you through your high, slowing her fingers but not stopping until you’re back to laying on the couch. She pulls them out, and before you can protest, presses them to your mouth. You moan softly, wrapping your lips around the digits and tasting yourself. Sevika groans, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?”

Blinking down at her, it takes a second for your eyes to focus but then you see the care in your wife’s eyes and you gently nod.

“I’m amazing.”

Pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, Sevika leans forward and begins lifting your shirt.

“Good, cause I’m not done yet.”

She gets rid of your shorts and underwear next, peeling the last layer away slowly and watching the strings of cum stretch until they break. Leaving you completely bare, she pushes your legs apart, seeing the mess you made and audibly groaning.

“Fucking hell.”

Kneeling onto the ground, she grabs each of your thighs in her hands, careful not to be too rough with her prosthetic. Your eyes watch her the entire way, heartbeat thumping with anticipation. Dragging her nose along your inner thigh, the smell that hits her makes her mouth water, and she knows she’s about to enjoy this.

Bumping your clit with her nose causes you to let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from the first round only moments ago. Smiling at your reaction, she makes sure you’re looking at her when she envelops her full lips around it and sucks.

Every touch feels like electricity pulsing through you. Sevika’s eyes never leave yours, watching you closely for any sign that it’s too much, but every twitch and shudder just spurs her on more. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs and her mouth is relentless against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Those words are all you can seem to utter, over and over again, as she begins to work your swollen clit in circles with her tongue, alternating between long, slow laps and quick, pointed suctions.

She can feel your fingers curling in her hair again. It doesn’t hurt, not at all, but the action lets Sevika know how good this feels, how badly you want it. When she’s in this state, she lives for you like this, wrecked beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s locked on your gaze again, feeling you quiver above her.

"You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you, angel? So desperate and needy.”

Nodding rapidly, you sit up a couple minutes later and it takes everything in you to lightly push your wife away.

“Wait, Sev.”

Not expecting that at all, she backs away and looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Is It too much, are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just, I need to see you, can you take off your shirt?”

Realizing what you were getting at, she smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

She reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of her undershirt and pulling it off effortlessly before dropping it to the floor. Her upper body is on full display, and you get all the time you want to greedily roam over every defined muscle.

Your eyes trail from her broad shoulders, down to her full breasts, decorated with the nipple piercings she surprised you with one day. Looking lower, you count each individual ab, her belly button piercing catching the light just right, and bringing your gaze to the thick happy trail that disappears into her jeans. You could cum just from this sight alone.

"Better?”

Glancing up at her, you see the cockiness displayed on her face clear as day, and it is so well deserved. Nodding, you reach up and grip her chin, bringing her into a sloppy kiss before shoving her head down between your legs again. She wastes no time getting back to where she was, treating you like her last meal on earth.

Looking down at your new view, you audibly moan, seeing the blissful look on Sevika’s face and being able to watch her naked back at the same has you inching closer and closer to the edge. Scratching your nails along her shoulders, she moans into you and the vibration has you humping her face.

“I’m close, Sev, just a little more.”

Before you can even tell her what you need, she reaches a hand up and begins playing with your nipple, pulling and squeezing and rolling it.

“Yes! Oh you’re so good to me, baby, fuck.”

Grinding into her face now, Sevika shoves her tongue inside of you and starts reaching for your most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over until you can’t take it anymore. When you start whining ah, ah, ah, she knows you’re about to tip over and takes her hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it until she feels your body tense up.

The band in your stomach snaps and you flood Sevika’s face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. By the time you’re done, your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants. Sevika slowly pulls away, giving you a chance to come down from your high before gently cleaning you up her tongue, not letting anything go to waste.

When she’s finished, she moves to sit next to you, carefully pulling you into her arms. Wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand, she looks incredibly pleased with herself, and you can see just how much she’s loving your current state of bliss.

A satisfied hum leaves her chest as she holds you close, letting you nuzzle into her neck. One of her hands drifts down to stroke your side, feeling the shiver when her fingers graze along your ribs. She loves being able to touch you like this, comfortable in the intimacy of the moment. You’re draped over her, completely spent, and she’s still on alert in case you need anything.

“How was that?”

Shaking your head, you gently bite the corner of her jaw.

“Delicious.”

Sevika smiles at that and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah? Cause you definitely taste better than that orange, I promise you.”

That gets a laugh out of you, pressing your face into her neck as you slap her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking annoying, I swear,” you tell her with a smile.

Letting your eyes roam, they land on Sevika’s chest, sweaty and slightly heaving. You know she’s worked up, especially after two rounds, and she looks enticing as ever. Needing to return the favor, you lean up and whisper into her ear.

“What do you say…we take this to the room?”

Sliding your hand across her stomach, you curl a finger into the hair there and start playing with her waistband. She looks over at you, pupils widening as she bites her lower lip.

“That sounds good.”

Thinking for a second, you cup her chin, slowly licking into her mouth before standing up and walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

While you continue down the hallway, Sevika sits frozen on the couch, taken aback by how quickly you turned the tables on her. Once she recovers, she sprints after you, catching up and throwing you over her shoulder, your giggles being heard through the rest of the house.

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[hades-in-bloom]

The Wrong Way

Vergil Sparda x Reader

summary: curious, he returned to ask a question. Prequel | Sequel

warnings & contents: fluff peppered with a pinch of angst; Vergil keeps on vergiling; but he’s learning this time (slowly, but surely); Yamato in action! (kinda); could be age gap, could be none; the reader could be any gender; mentions of cigarettes and alcohol; no mentions of y/n

a/n: this one feels a bit longer than usual, but still bite-sized. As it goes, proceed at your own risk. Minors DNI! Masterlist xoxo

soundtrack: gang of youth — achillies come down

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This time, he had been gone longer. A month had passed, and you found yourself questioning whether the wait was truly worth it. The wait felt burdensome and disheartening. It made you feel sad. This so-called ‘situationship’ with Vergil had never been meant to be like this. Miserable.

One night, you decided to let yourself forget about him. That’s what you needed—to escape his becoming-poisonous presence just for one night. So that night, you dressed pretty and walked yourself out to the nearest bar. It had been ages, maybe even centuries, since you had stepped into a place like this. Although you’ve never liked places like this, that night it felt good.

As the night went on, you found yourself slightly drunk, smelling of someone’s cigarette smoke, laughing at the bar’s doorstep with a small crowd of people whose names you didn’t even know. And it still felt good—very good. And it definitely felt much, much better than awaiting Vergil’s return while sitting at home alone.

Then a curly brunette snorted out of the blue.

“What a funny guy!” she said, pointing to the side lightheartedly. “Who is he, some kind of cosplayer?”

A couple of guys in your group joined her laughter. You turned your head out of curiosity. Only to find your eyes widening in shock.

To be fair, to the ordinary folk, Vergil should have seemed unusual. In his fancy leather attire and with a katana in hand. This group of friendly drunks were better off seeing him as an anime fan with a prop, rather than a half-demon capable of manipulating time and space with his dangerously sharp sword.

You didn’t move as he approached, unwillingly mesmerised by his smooth stride.

His eyes were on you alone as he asked a question, a hint of awkwardness in his voice, clearly taken aback by seeing you in public. “May I have a word with you?”

He didn’t like it—or rather, he didn’t like them. People in general weren’t his favorite.

“Do you know that guy?” the curly brunette blurted out, her eyes widening. You let out a heavy sigh, your gaze trained on him. A rebellious urge stirred within you at the thought of running toward him like a loyal puppy after his unnecessarily long, unexplained absence.

“What do you want?” Your voice came out harsher than you intended. A touch of alcohol coursing through your veins was doing its dirty work, encouraging your rebellious side. “Is this so urgent that you finally decided to show up in person?”

“Yes,” he replied without missing a beat. Then his features softened just a bit—not enough to be vulnerable, but enough for you to notice the shift in his demeanor. “We need to talk.” His gaze flickered to the group, and you could sense his discomfort; he hated feeling cornered.

You had to swallow a curse word and stepped to the side, unable to ignore him. If you were honest with yourself, you didn’t really want to ignore him either.

He gestured for you to move away from the crowd, and you both walked side by side down the starry alley in silence for a while. It felt good. It felt much, much better than chugging down alcohol and engaging in mindless small talk all evening.

You broke the silence first.

“Did you really have to bring Yamato?” you muttered with a weary sigh. Your question caught him off guard. Before he could respond, you added, as an afterthought that struck you suddenly, “How did you even find me?”

He slowed down, and you followed suit, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“I must always be armed,” he replied thoughtfully. “Just in case I need to defend myself.” He frowned at an unspoken thought, his gaze fixed on your features. “Or you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t want to ask about the horrors that might accompany his presence in your life. One day, perhaps, but not tonight.

“So, what is it you wanted?” you asked, your tone softer than before.

He made sure to choose his words.

“I wanted to see you,” he said finally. “I also wanted to discuss a particular matter.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You need my help? How intriguing.”

“You could say so,” he grunted reluctantly.

You waited once more. He kept staring at you until he finally spoke.

“What does love mean to you?”

You glanced at him, as if seeing him for the first time. “Why? Where does this come from?”

“I’ve been… curious,” he replied carefully.

Now it was your turn to stare back at him.

“Just curious?”

“I don’t like the smell of cigarette smoke on you.”

“Vergil,” you countered firmly. He sighed, acknowledging his failed attempt to clumsily deflect your interrogation.

“I’ve been… thinking,” he said, his voice growing quieter. “About us.”

“There’s no ‘us,’” you reminded him, a sense of disappointment creeping in. “You said you didn’t need this last time I saw you.” You took a deep breath. “Whatever this is.”

“I know. I know,” he said, tightening his grip on Yamato as if it were a lifeline—and he was drowning. “But that’s not what I inquired about.”

Right.

You thought about it for a moment.

“I believe love is complicated,” you admitted. He scoffed, but you pressed on. “It isn’t as sweet as romance. Raw love is messy, confusing, and painful. But it can also be peaceful—if done right. Stable. Nurturing.”

“How do you make it right?”

"That's a trick, you see?" you said, a smirk on your lips, but your eyes devoid of joy. "There’s no such thing as love done right."

And just like that, he found himself back at square one.

"What a bizarre concept,” he mused. “There must be a right way of doing it if there's a wrong way," he reasoned logically. "I should know—I’ve done it wrong before." His voice tightened. "With Nero’s mother. With you. With Dante, too, in some way.”

“Are you talking about your brother?” After all, he rarely brought him up despite their feud.

“Is that all you’ve heard?” he shot back with a piercing stare.

Your breath hitched. As if you were in one of those stupid movies with happy endings. Then you shook your head.

“I don’t want to hear a love confession,” you warned. What a waste of his potential would it be.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Fascinating,” he murmured to himself, clearly amused.

“What is?”

“You,” he replied, his tone thoughtful.

This time, he left you speechless, a flush of embarrassment warming your skin.

“Would you be at your address tomorrow evening?” He asked politely. “I’d like to stop by. If you don’t mind, that is.”

You met his gaze.

“You’ve never really needed a formal invitation before.”

He hummed absentmindedly, “I didn’t, did I?”

Ensuring no one could see them, he unsheathed Yamato, opened a portal, and stepped through without uttering another word.

You grumbled as you pulled out your phone to call an Uber.