#hee thought

[intromortal]

mtl hyung line daddy kink perhaps... 👅👅

⚠︎ mdni. daddy kink u know the drill

JAY — is the obvious first choice to me, but it's sweet. he takes such good care of you outside of the bedroom: he helps you put on your clothes, he keeps a hand behind your back in crowded spaces, he gives you the best bites of whatever he's eating when you want to try it. he just screamssss dominance to me, i wouldn't be surprised if he enjoys taking on the role in the bedroom too. i feel like he would be the one to ask you to call him daddy. he takes such good care of you even when fucking!! i don't see him as mean but oh he can be strict. as long as you behave though, you're gonna be the most spoiled girl on earth. ik that aftercare is bomb no matter what

SUNGHOON — he's into whatever you are. contrary to popular belief i don't really subscribe to the mean dom sunghoon agenda. like i see it. i might even enjoy it sometimes, but i raise you softest dom ever sunghoon. i feel like he puts you in a headspace where you feel so cared for and comfortable, daddy just slips out. he 100% goes along with it and even takes a liking to it. he's Daddy but the 'no one has ever taken care of you like you deserve so i will' type of daddy. anything that gets you moaning gets his cock throbbing! probably has the sweetest smile on his face as he watches you come around his cock

HEESEUNG — i don't really see hee as someone who has a daddy kink himself, but hes so open to everything in the bedroom. so when it slips out of your mouth mid fuck... prepare to be teased into oblivion. like he WILL use it against you. literally calling you daddy's sweet girl in that pouty cutie voice like you're not abt to squirt all over him. probably edges you until he makes you say it again ohhh he pisses me off (i need him so bad)

JAKE — i don't think he has a daddy kink but call him daddy and see what happens. yeah. he's gonna give you a reason to call him that alright! probably fucking load after load into your tight cunt and whispering in your ear about how you'll make him a daddy! isn't that what you want?

[moncuries]

guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)

[gardenwons]

nerd!seung whose glasses fog up when you ride him

STOPPP OMFGGGG

nerd!heeseung’s breath hitches, his chest rising and falling fast as he feels your walls tighten around his cock, buried deep inside you. His glasses fog up, blurring his wide, lust-filled eyes as he stares up at you. You didn’t really need tutoring, but he doesn’t need to know that... well- not right now, he's too lost in this newfound feeling with you to care. His hands, once gripping the bedsheets, way nervous to touch you, finally find their way to your waist. Mentally screaming in his mind, hee can't believe he’s living out what he’s only ever experienced in his wet dreams.

You lean in, adjusting his glasses, lips brushing against his as you close the gap. Heeseung’s on the edge, torn between the intense arousal flooding his senses and the unexpected warmth in his chest. The act of you fixing his glasses felt strangely romantic, making him feel even more lost in the moment as he’s about to come undone.

He starts to meet your pace, his hips moving up to match your rhythm, and a soft whimper escapes his lips. His voice trembles as he moans your name. You grind down on him harder watching as he struggles to keep up, his breaths shallow and desperate, glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. Each thrust brings another shaky breath, another whimper, as he loses himself completely in the feeling of you.

[marsdql]

A princess lifestyle {L.HS}

sny : You always got what you wanted when around your boyfriend heeseung and his friends, but when you didn't, you would never let it slide. | wc : 0.8k | gen : fluff, slice of life, light crack

The living room was buzzing with conversation—laughter, overlapping voices, and the occasional sound of a video playing from someone’s phone. You had been excitedly talking, sharing a story about something that had happened earlier that day, but the more you spoke, the more you realized… nobody was really listening.

Jay and Sunghoon were talking about a new game, Jake was watching something on his phone, and even Heeseung—your Heeseung—was laughing at whatever was going on between the guys.

Your words trailed off mid-sentence, your excitement fading as you pursed your lips. You blinked a few times, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Fine. If they weren’t going to listen, then you wouldn’t talk at all.

Instead, you crossed your arms and slumped into the couch, huffing softly. The atmosphere remained lively, but now, every laugh and every ignored word stung a little.

Heeseung was the first to notice the shift.

He glanced at you, taking in your pouty lips, the way you hugged your knees to your chest, and the way you refused to even look in their direction. A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“Oh, no,” he murmured under his breath, already knowing exactly what was happening.

He leaned closer, his voice softer now. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer, still staring at the couch cushion like it had personally offended you.

Heeseung chuckled, nudging you gently. “Angel.”

Nothing.

Now, the other members were catching on.

“She was just talking a lot a second ago,” Jake whispered.

Sunghoon glanced at you. “Oh, she’s mad.”

Heeseung ignored them, his attention fully on you. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, are you upset ‘cause nobody was listening?”

You hated how well he knew you.

Still, you stayed silent, hugging your knees tighter.

Heeseung sighed dramatically before pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “C’mon, princess,” he cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me everything.”

The members exchanged glances, but none of them said anything. This was just how Heeseung was with you.

You sniffed. “You weren’t listening…”

His heart clenched at how small and sulky your voice sounded.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, rubbing circles into your back. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t very nice of us, huh?”

You pouted, finally looking at him. “…No.”

Heeseung kissed your cheek. “Go on, angel. Tell me again. I’m listening only to you now.”

You still hesitated, but with Heeseung’s warm hands rubbing your back, his eyes soft and full of affection, you couldn’t hold out for long.

So, with a small huff, you started retelling your story—all while Heeseung held you, nodding along, humming in response, and making sure you knew that this time, you had his full attention.

Because to him, you were always the most important thing in the room.

As you continued talking, you suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glanced at Heeseung expectantly.

“I’m thirsty,” you announced, voice sweet but firm.

Without hesitation, Heeseung adjusted his grip around you. “I’ll get you something, baby.”

Jake raised an eyebrow as Heeseung got up. “She literally just sat there and demanded a drink?”

Sunghoon sighed. “Of course she did. She acts like she’s royalty.”

You simply blinked at them, clearly unbothered. “I don’t act like royalty. I am royalty.”

Jay groaned. “Heeseung, you’re the problem. You let her get away with anything.”

“Uh-huh,” Heeseung responded dismissively, already returning with your drink. “Here you go, angel.”

You smiled, taking a sip, only to hold it back out to him. “Hold it for me.”

Without even questioning it, Heeseung held the glass while you took another sip.

Jake shook his head. “She’s so spoiled.”

Heeseung leaned down, kissing your forehead. “Of course she is. She’s my princess.”

Satisfied, you nuzzled into Heeseung’s chest, letting out a soft sigh. “That’s why I love you the most.”

He smirked. “I know, baby.”

And just like that, your mood was completely restored—all because Heeseung had given you exactly what you wanted, like always.

[lucabyte]

you dream of devouring your friends whole

[heeheeswifey]

dilf!heeseung headcannons

MDNI!!

maybe your next door neighbour wasn't too bad after all..

dilf!heeseung who met you first when you were talking to your friend outside.

dilf!heeseung who thinks his wife is too, bland.

dilf!heeseung who's fucking you dumb not even 2 days later.

dilf!heeseung who loves fucking your tits, and coating your face in his cum.

dilf!heeseung who keeps you in a full nelson, his favourite position.

dilf!heeseung who loves choking you.

dilf!heeseung who just wants to fuck everywhere.

dilf!heeseung who has phone sex with you when your at work.

dilf!heeseung who thinks your an angel from the heavens just because your pussy is heaven sent.

dilf!heeseung who's just nasty, making sure to eat his cum out of you afterwards.

"hee, not now.. I have work.." you say, as he peppered kisses all over your shoulders and neck. "Please, I'll be quick.." he whispers, pressing his clothed dick against your heat, as it twitched wildly. "heeseung, no." You say flatly, making him groan. he cupped on of your breasts in his hands, squeezing it. "please, you have like an hour left,." he says, rubbing his cock on your cunt for god knows how long, before you hesitantly gave in. "fine, just...be quick." You tell him, and before you could say anything else, he's muttering quiet 'thank you's and 'your the best's. he quickly pulled your shorts off, thumb pushing in-between your pantyclad folds. "h-hee, be quick-" you get cut off by him peeling your panties to the side,arms hooking under your thighs before pressing them against your chest. "Look at that, she's fucking leaking f'me..,shiiitt..." He says, marvelling at the sight before him. "heeseung, I swear to god.." you say angrily, before he slapped you across the face, squishing your cheeks roughly. "I'm not hurrying, I'll take my time with your pussy. I'm not lettin' you go to work today." He says, as you clench around nothing. he quickly takes his sweats off, spitting down on his cock before starting to push into you. "it's always about the fucking time, why don't you be a good girl and let me take care of you today, yeah?" He says, before quickening his pace, his balls furiously slapping against your ass. he pushes your legs further upward, as they quiver and shake. "How many times should I make her cream 'round me? 3? Or 4?." He questions, pondering before he continues his assault on your cunt. it was absolutely weeping for him! "h-hee, i need to go, p-please-!" You croak out, toes curling underneath the fuzzy socks your wore, as you clawed at his back like a cat. "I'm not letting you go, woman." He says, kneading at your ass. "heeseung- I'm gonna cum, shiiitt!-" you mewl, back arching of the bed as you convulsed around him, coating him in your cream. but still relentless, he plowed into you furiously. he quickly adjusts himself, finding a better angle before placing his feet on the bed, pounding into you as he thumbed your clit. "I'm not done with you yet, darling.." he purrs, smacking your ass harshly. your legs shook aggressively as you felt another orgasm approach, his hand wrapping tightly around your throat, blocking your airways for a moment. Black dots sprinkled your vision, but it made your orgasm better. your walls constricted around his dick, as you raked your nails down his bacl. the squelching sounds of your pussy echoing throughout the once silent room. "oh shit- your fuckin' choking me, baby -" he chuckles, before pulling out of your cunt, dragging you closer to him by the edge of your panties. he kneels down, before you feel his mouth sucking at your swollen clit. "hee-! ohmygodohmygodd!!" You whine out, words coming out in desperate slurs. Your hands immediately went to grip his hair tightly, pulling him impossibly closer. His nose rubbed against your clit, as he slobbered and lapped at you pussy. your legs tense up as you feel another orgasm speeding towards you, in record time. "Relax f'me baby, let me eat." He says, looking up at you before detaching from your cunt, slapping it roughly. and then he went back to make out with your pussy, soothing the burning ache. "fuuuckk- pleasepleasepleasee-" you moan out loudly, before you cream on his tongue, legs shaking harshly. the man between your legs gets up, and wipes the remaining part of your cum, (which he's drowned in) off of his mouth, leaning down to suck on your tongue. As he kisses you messily, and idea pops up in his brain. he pulls away before taking some deep breaths, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. he moves you so your back is flush against his chest, and he hooks an arm under your thighs,spreading you for him. you pull your underwear to the side, hooking it under your ass. "be a good girl for me, yeah? I'll make you cum jus' one more time."

But you may have forgotten one thing..one very, important thing. Plan B pills..

dilf!heeseung who came home to a positive pregnancy test, his jaw dropping as he gripped the test tightly.

[i2sunric]

HEESEUNG BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

based from this ask from anon! tysm 💗

boyfriend!heeseung who loves sleeping but never fails to wake up earlier than you just to bring you a cup of coffee or tea to start your day.

boyfriend!heeseung who drops everything at practice and runs home to you in the middle of the night if you have a nightmare or just need him.

boyfriend!heeseung who kisses your forehead and hums lullabies for you to fall back to sleep.

boyfriend!heeseung who invites you to the studio to help him choose an outfit and let’s you ride him in your favourite.

boyfriend!heeseung who begs you to come and watch him at music shows just to make you suck him off before his performance.

boyfriend!heeseung who wouldn’t mind sharing you with his members and teach them how to please you (but only he gets to cum inside you).

boyfriend!heeseung who goes insane at the thought of fucking you raw, see his seed drop down your thighs, imagining your swollen belly, pregnant with his baby.

boyfriend!heeseung who overall loves you so much and would do anything just to have you in his arms all day long.

[itadooori]

sometimes i think abt the fact jun-hee and dae-ho never knew s1 gi-hun and i get violently upset

[nshmuras]

bad boy, good girl

where you treat his deep wounds after he got into a fight, for you.

pair: bad boy! heeseung x good girl! reader

warnings : cussing, slightly suggestive

buns note : this is strictly for the “good girl” heeseung stans

Being a delinquents girlfriend was no easy thing.

you heard about heeseungs doings all across the school, it always got to you first.

you have told your boyfriend he didn’t need to result in physical violence to solve quarrels but..

he always seemed to have a new cut everytime you saw him; and he always pecked your head and brushed your concern off with a “im fine baby.”

and you were always used to it; your concern fading into a smile.

but as you sat in your bathroom at your condo, a beat up heeseung in front of you, concern was etched onto your features.

“Seriously heeseung… i thought id be use to your little cuts by now..” you said as you examined the large wound on his bicep.

he stared at your face for a moment before chuckling. “Baby, it isn’t that serious. the guy just jabbed at me.”

you shook your head in annoyance as you dabbed a alcohol covered cotton ball on his wound.

heeseung would usually explain to you his stories—but now he sat eerily quiet.

“Heeseung, you awfully quiet today—“ you paused when you saw heeseungs face was a blushy tint.

“Those–…. those dicks were speaking badly about you baby.” he tugged you closer and sat you on his lap.

that action took you by surprise and you paused at cleaning his wound.

he knew you were about protest and tell him in a whiny tone. “you dont need to fight for me!” like always.

he lifted his arm that was injury free, cupping your chin with his hand.

he began to pepper your face with kisses, speaking in between them. “No one.. can speak about.. my baby.”

he ended with one kiss on your lips that was a bit feverish and rough.

you dropped your cotton swab and gripped onto his shoulder, returning the kiss.

he was starting to roam his hands all across your body before you stopped it when it landed under your shirt.

pulling back from the kiss—which resulted in a little bit of a metallic taste of blood on your tongue—you spoke. “w-wait.. i still have to treat your wound..”

he scoffed and shook his head. “i don’t need one arm to touch you pretty.. now be the good girl you are and shh.” he said as his lips connected to yours again.

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[unknownchoatic]

thinking about Gillion and Chip and how Chip is an undead and Gill is a paladin. like their dynamic is so fucked up now.

like post Black Sea the albatrio is on an adventure and Gill does a devine sniff, just to get a feel of the area, and is immediately bombarded by this absolutely putrid and foul smell of the undead. And immediately he on guard, grip tight on the handle of Destiny’s Blade, he readjusts his stance, ready to fight, no, ready to kill, to eliminate evil, and as he follows this smell he realizes that “Oh, that was just Chip.” and then he realizes, that was Chip.

really just this internal conflict Gill has. Because he took and oath to rid the world of evil, but every time he looks at one of his best friends, his co-captain, he sees the sane evil he pledged to eliminate. and its not like Gillion thinks that Chip is evil, but its that base instinct, this idea thats been instilled in his mind sense he was a little kid, its a knee jerk reaction.

And its not like Chip is afraid of Gillion or he thinks that Gill would hurt him. but Chip has seen Gill in combat. hes heard the speeches about evil, he knows how ruthless Gill can be. and Chip doesnt think that Gill would hurt him, but Chip knows what Gill has done to other undead.

anywho i feel like for a bit they’d be a bit weary of each other but they’d eventually work it out.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

+3 friendship with Jin Ling: He actively tries to dissuade you from further embroiling yourself in the homosexual allegations.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[suhnandmoon]

heres a loser heeseung headcanon because its my birthday today and i need to spread my agenda

loser!heeseung is the boy who screenshots your instagram note of a song and patiently waits a few months to pass before posting the same song. hoping you’ll swipe up and reply

you do. (he giggles and kicks his feet when it works)

he pretends like he loves the band he posted and when you bring up the concert coming up. he’s a little too quick to suggest you guys go together since you both. love the band. both… haha.

it hits him after he buys the tickets that its going to be apparent he doesnt know a single word to any of their songs. what the hell is he going to do.

[marsdql]

Finders, keepers ! — part.2

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marea talks; part 2 of finder’s keepers! I’m shadowbanned guys it’s been so bad… so reblogs r very appreciated atm.. okay enjoy | not proofread..

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis ﹒ After this mysterious mafia boss captured you and tied you up, the last thing you expected was to belong to him completely…

— 18+ . AHEAD ────୨ৎ──── MINORS . DNI —

You flinched at the deep groan, your body tensing up as the man’s hand trailed lazily down your back. “Darling, I asked you a question,” Mr. Lee said, his tone calm but laced with authority. His fingers curled into your hair, tugging slightly to force your gaze upward. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice trembling. The tight restraints around your limbs made it impossible to shift away from him.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “That’s not an answer, sweetheart. Try again.”

“Yes,” you whispered. “I slept… okay.”

Mr. Lee hummed, his fingers trailing from your hair to the back of your neck. The touch sent shivers down your spine, a mix of fear and something you couldn’t quite name. “Good. At least you’re honest. Unlike your little ex-boyfriend.”

You flinched at the mention of Damien. The reality of the situation hit you like a brick—he had betrayed you. Sold you off to pay his debts. And now, here you were, tied up and at the mercy of this man.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Lee chuckled, low and deep. “Doing what, doll? Keeping you safe? Treating you better than that pathetic excuse of a man ever did?”

“Safe?” you repeated, incredulous. “You call this safe?”

He tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You think Damien would’ve kept you safe? Do you even realize how far up his neck he was in trouble? If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d be in a much worse situation right now. Trust me, sweetheart, I’m the best option you’ve got.”

You bit your lip, refusing to respond. Part of you wanted to argue, to fight back, but his presence was overwhelming. He radiated power, and you knew better than to push him too far.

“Let’s get something straight,” Mr. Lee continued, his tone shifting to something darker. “I don’t tolerate defiance. You play nice, and I’ll make this as comfortable as possible for you. But if you try anything stupid…” He trailed off, his hand gripping your chin with enough force to make you wince. “Well, I don’t think I need to spell it out for you.”

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing your chin. He stood up, towering over you as he adjusted his suit jacket. “Now, let’s get those ropes off. Can’t have you bruised up, can we? That wouldn’t do.”

Despite his words, his actions were anything but gentle. He untied the ropes with swift, practiced movements, his grip on your arms firm as he pulled you to your feet. Your legs wobbled, and he caught you effortlessly, his hands gripping your waist to steady you.

“Careful,” he said, his voice softening for a moment. “Don’t want you hurting yourself.”

The juxtaposition of his harsh demeanor and the way he held you so carefully left you confused. Was he being kind, or was this just another way to assert control?

“You’ll stay here for now,” he said, guiding you toward a plush chair in the corner of the room. “And don’t even think about trying to leave. You won’t get far.”

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice breaking.

Mr. Lee crouched down in front of you, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, caging you in. “What do I want?” he repeated, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I want what’s owed to me. And until Damien figures out how to pay up, you’re mine.”

“But you said—”

“I said I’d let you go when Damien pays me back,” he interrupted, his tone sharp. “But let’s be real, sweetheart. Do you really think he’s coming back for you? He sold you off without a second thought.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey,” he said, his hand cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. “Don’t waste your tears on him. He’s not worth it. You deserve better than that spineless bastard.”

The sincerity in his words took you by surprise. But before you could process it, his thumb brushed away a stray tear, his touch lingering.

“You’re mine now, doll,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on your chest. Whether you liked it or not, you were at his mercy. And something told you he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

You woke up groggily, the dull ache in your head reminding you of the explosion. The room was dim, the soft light of a bedside lamp casting long shadows. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the haze, only to realize you were lying on an unfamiliar bed, your hand bandaged and resting on a pillow.

A figure loomed nearby, seated in a chair with one leg crossed over the other. Heeseung. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie discarded, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His dark gaze met yours as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light.

“Awake, finally,” he said, his voice low and smooth, with a tinge of sarcasm. He leaned back, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, watching your every move.

“What… what happened?” you croaked, your throat dry.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as he set the glass down on the side table. “You decided to take a nap in the middle of chaos, doll. Lucky for you, I don’t leave my things behind.”

You frowned at his words. “I’m not your—”

“Careful,” he cut you off, his voice dropping an octave. He stood and approached the bed, his tall frame towering over you. “You’re in no position to argue right now.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, one hand pressing into the mattress beside your head while the other gently brushed a stray hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, but the proximity made your heart race for reasons you didn’t want to admit.

“You’ve got quite the habit of getting yourself into trouble,” he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk. His fingers trailed down your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “It’s almost like you’re begging for someone to take care of you.”

Your cheeks flushed at his insinuation, and you turned your head away. “I didn’t ask for your help,” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

He chuckled softly, a dark, velvety sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “No, you didn’t. But that’s the thing about me, sweetheart. I don’t need permission to protect what’s mine.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and suggestive, as he straightened up and began rolling down his sleeves.

“Get some rest,” he ordered, his tone shifting back to its usual coldness. But as he turned to leave, he paused in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway.

“And don’t think about running,” he added, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. “Not unless you want me to chase you.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence. You sank back into the pillows, your heart pounding as you replayed his words in your mind. As much as you hated to admit it, there was something about Heeseung—his presence, his intensity—that you couldn’t ignore.

And that terrified you.

You lay there in the dim light, the weight of Heeseung’s words still hanging in the air like smoke. His presence lingered in your thoughts, even though the door had closed behind him. You wanted to shake off the feeling, but the tension he left behind was palpable. He wasn’t like anyone you had ever encountered. He was dark, commanding, and there was something in his eyes that made you feel like you had no choice but to listen to him.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before you heard footsteps approaching again. The door creaked open, and Heeseung stepped back into the room, his presence like a storm rolling in. His expression was more severe this time, and the usual cocky smirk was replaced with a look that was almost unreadable.

You instinctively tensed, but Heeseung’s eyes scanned you coldly, taking in every detail of your posture, your hands still resting on the bed. His eyes narrowed as they settled on the bandages wrapped around your hand.

“Still acting like a victim, huh?” he remarked, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “You’re not a child. Stop playing helpless.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You knew you weren’t helpless, but the way he said it made something inside you churn. Heeseung didn’t give you a chance to respond. He moved toward you quickly, his footsteps heavy on the floor, and before you could even blink, he was standing at your bedside.

His gaze was colder than before, his presence suffocating as he loomed over you. “I’ve told you before, don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, his voice low and harsh. “You’re under my care now. And I don’t take kindly to defiance.”

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His words hung in the air like a chain around your neck. Heeseung’s hand shot out and gripped your wrist, his fingers tight enough to make you wince. The pain from your hand felt amplified under his touch, but you couldn’t pull away.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he demanded, his voice like gravel scraping against your skin.

You lifted your eyes, meeting his gaze, but something in you recoiled at the intensity. There was no softness in his expression now, only a dark resolve.

“I don’t like being ignored,” he continued, his grip tightening even more, making you gasp in discomfort. “And I don’t like being questioned. If you think you can get away from me, think again. There’s nowhere you can hide.”

The words stung. You had no room to breathe, no space to think. Everything he said made it feel like you were cornered, trapped. But there was something else too—a strange, terrifying pull toward him that you couldn’t deny. Despite everything, part of you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn in by him.

Heeseung’s face was mere inches from yours now, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re mine now, and I don’t tolerate disobedience. You’ll learn that quickly enough.”

The words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, he let go of your wrist with a harsh push, causing you to stumble back slightly. His eyes were still locked on you, colder than before, as if daring you to defy him again.

“Hey, sit up.” He demanded. You did as you were told. “Strip for me.” And to both you and his surprise—that is exactly what you did.

With a gentle smile and a rising and falling chest to hold back a sigh, he says, "Fuck... Thats it, baby.“ Every time he finds himself with a fist around his cock, you play his name over and over again like a broken record, letting out each syllable in a syrupy sweet whiny manner. even going so far as to press his face against one of his pillowcases, which still had your shampoo residue.

Heeseung uses his weight on the pits of your knees to keep your ass angled up as he pulls himself out to just the tip. He throbs against your opening while his red-swollen cock tip adorns your abused hole. "You desire it."

‘mhh..L-. Heesseung...��

He grunts as he pushes back, taking his time to feel you suck around every inch of his thick size. "So cute," he coos. allowing you to feel every inch of him as he shapes your hole. He jumps inside you, pushing balls deep, and you let out a loud, moaning gasp. “I own you. I have you all to myself.“

In spite of how dry and scratchy it feels, thrusting picks up speed again, gripping groans out of your throat. Heeseung tries to force you to watch by pushing your body in half with her hands on your legs. spread wide enough for you to see exactly where your pussy tugs on his shaft. You pulsate and clench around him while milking him to cum.

“you want me to stuff this lovely pussy? hmm?” He presses his hips against your ass to emphasize. You can only nod your head stupidly while your cock dips in and out of you angrily.

"H-hee…Heeseung—Heeseung.”

You throw your head back and let out a final cry as the broken prayer of his name falls from your lips. His pussy squeezed so tightly that he had to pause for a moment to catch his breath. The fresh smell of body wash fills your head with everything Heeseung, and the sweat between your bodies is secreting quickly.

He says roughly, almost to the point of exhaustion, "that’s my good girl." As he gets closer, you are further confined to the bed and have no option but to accept it. "There you go fuck yourself on my cock pretty girl, forget about your stupid boyfriend—you have—fuck, you have me”

His thrusts become unpredictable, causing your hypersensitivity to go into overdrive and turn into a meandering mess. He is pushed over the edge by the sight of your pussy taking it despite the pain and you mouthing his name. Shooting hot white strings to the final drop, lips twitching, coming to a still point. shallowly fucking the final few spurts until you writhe and scream as you toss your head back and forth.

He keeps you held open by letting your legs drop. The gush of cum that will not leave you is captivating. Holding on to the base of his length, your tiny cunt is unable to handle it and tries to push it back in.

You nod off a few seconds later; perhaps this mafia is not so horrible after all.

[lucabyte]

Comfortable in New Skin

[heeheeswifey]

personal trainer! heeseung headcannons

MDNI!!

personal trainer? He was just horny.

big thanks to ml @jakesangel for helping me write this, mwah

personal trainer!heeseung who always made you start with stretching, his big hands all over your body.

personal trainer!heeseung who was fixing your form, his fingers deftly pressing against your wet cunt.

personal trainer!heeseung who took every opportunity to have his dick on your ass.

personal trainer!heeseung who kept forcing your back into a deeper arch, rubbing his dick on you.

personal trainer!heeseung who turned the ac off just to make you take your shirt off, leaving you in a skimpy bra.

personal trainer!heeseung who praised you every time you had your ass in the air, convincing you that you finally did something right.

personal trainer!heeseung who says 'my finger slipped!' when he pushed his thumb against your cunt.

personal trainer!heeseung who pretends to fix the weights around your ankles, taking a whiff of your pussy, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

personal trainer!heeseung who thought you were oblivious to what he was doing.

"yeahhh....yeahh, just a little lower, doll." He says, dick print now pressing against your cunt, for the nth time during the session. "Heeseung..stop it.." you whisper to him, as you feel your hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. whatever was about to happen, you wanted it to happen so bad.. "Stop what..?" Heeseung breathes out, erection straining against the sweatpants he wore. "P-please...ts’ not a part your job.." you whine out, a wet patch now staining your leggings. "would you look at that..you want it, don't you?" he questions, a cheeky smile spread across his features. Covering his pointer and middle finger,he presses them against your covered clit. "oh...hnngh..!~" you mewl, cheek pressed up against the thin yoga mat you had. "ts' okay, let it out...only we're gonna know about this, doll." he tells you, shimmying down your leggings. You let out a loud moan once he has his cock slipping inbetween your folds, leaking tip slipping In and out your aching hole. "f-fine...be quick with it.." you sigh, clit pulsing and walls clenching around nothing. "So fucking ..tight..oh!~" he whines, bottoming out into your little cunt, as you bite your lips, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he pounded your figure in to the yoga mat. he pulled on your ponytail, his chest now flush against your back. "Fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuck!~" you mewl, mascara dripping down your cheeks as you were being fucked dumb. Literally. "your so fucking sexy..can't believe how long I waited..just fuckin- ahn~ fisting myself to the thought of this lil' pussy..!" He breathes out, eyes rolling into the back of his head.he bit your neck, feeling you clench down harder on him, oh he just knew that this wasn't gonna be a one time thing. "this pussy's so good...are you sure that y're not a virgin?" he breathes, licking and biting at your neck, free hand rubbing your clit messily. "Heeseung...oh!~ mmnf- I'm cumming..oh my goddd!~" you say, clenching around his cock repeatedly, drenching it completely in your cum. "fucking hell- haah~" he whimpers lowly, before cumming inside your wet cunt. pulling out slowly, heeseung takes your cheeks, placing a wet kiss on your lips before pushing back in, ready for round two. "Calm down, baby." Who knows when he's gonna get his fill..

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Random post-AoC ideas/fun

Link and Mipha get married about two years after Age of Calamity. Link is 19, Mipha is roughly 18 by Hylian years (she’s actually 21, but Zora aging is different)

Zelda steps up as queen, having come of age. Urbosa is her closest advisor, alongside Impa.

Zelda has a royal lab recommissioned after the previous one was destroyed during the war, and Purah and Robbie are happy as a clam helping to rebuild the place

Revali is knighted and serves Zelda proudly

Daruk and Link hang out a lot when Link isn’t busy helping Mipha or Zelda. Link spends the majority of his time in the Domain, but he still wants to help Hyrule as a whole

Link and Mipha’s son, Koden, is conceived pretty soon after their marriage, surprising everyone, but their second child isn’t conceived until a decade later

The Guardian technology is decommissioned and repurposed, as well as the Divine Beasts. No one really wants any other mishaps of corruption or anything happening. The Sheikah towers remain, however, to try and increase security and help connect the kingdom. Purah starts working on more Sheikah slates for high security clearance to use. She calls it the Purah Pad, but it takes years to develop.

About five years after the Calamity, there are strange, random occurrences of new monster hordes or discoveries. Zelda summons Link to help Revali handle some monster out in the frozen tundra of Tabantha, and Revali shows off that his gale can now push forwards instead of just bolstering upward into the air. He and Link work together to defeat a gleeok, and come back triumphant and thrilled, but Zelda is worried - this monster has not been sighted in Hyrule before, at least not within recent recorded history. What could this mean?

Seven years after the Calamity, there’s a strange substance called gloom popping up. Link’s father, Abel, gets exposed to it protecting Zelda, and falls ill. Zelda determines that it’s originating from beneath the castle. They have to investigate this. Link and Impa go with her while Mipha works on trying to heal Abel. She asks Revali to stand at the ready with the army. Urbosa and Daruk ready their own warriors, alongside Dorephan. (Baby Sidon is now around preteen age and desperately wants to help. He may or may not try to sneak to the castle before being redirected to guard his nephew.)

No one knows what happened beneath the castle. All they know is that an earthquake shakes the kingdom, the castle rises into the sky, and the team is missing. Rhoam has to take over as de facto leader while the queen is MIA, Mipha is a mess because her husband is gone, and the Sheikah scramble with their chief gone, leaving Purah to reluctantly step in for her sister. (Purah proceeds to hand the responsibilities off to the nearest person so she can continue investigating the situation from the royal lab just outside of Castle Town)

The Sheikah shrines all lock up when the Sheikah slate is shattered beneath the castle. It’s an ominous sign to everyone above ground when it happens.