#✦ dynamic ⇀ to say that we're in love is dangerous

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You’re doing amazing with these fics, I love them😚

Could you do one where reader and Oscar are in a relationship and they have Arthur over one night (because Arthur and Oscar are friends) then at some point their conversation gets onto the topic of their sex lives and when Oscar and reader say that they’re usually pretty vanilla, Arthur finds it unacceptable and teaches both of them new things?

(Sorry if it’s hard to understand, I was struggling to stay focused while typing out this though😔🤘)

You Call That a Sex Life? - OP81 & Arthur Leclerc 🔥

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Summary: During a casual wine night with Oscar and Arthur, the conversation turns to sex — and Arthur, unimpressed by your and Oscar’s “vanilla” dynamic, offers to guide you both into something filthier. What starts as teasing turns into a real-time, explicit masterclass in depravity, with Arthur giving live instructions from a chair as Oscar undresses, pleasures, and ruins you while being watched. By the end, you’re fucked, shaking, and grateful — and Arthur looks smug as hell.

Warning: Explicit sexual content including voyeurism, exhibitionism, guided sex, praise kink, degradation kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), rough sex, creampie, and implied cuckquean/cuckold dynamics. Heavy power imbalance and dominant-submissive tones.

Arthur's the one who starts it. Obviously. You and Oscar are two glasses into a bottle of wine, curled up on the couch in sweats, your bare feet tangled with his. Arthur's perched in the armchair like he owns the place, hoodie sleeves pushed up, one leg hooked over the other, wine glass twirling dangerously in his hand. You've been talking shit all night. Gossip, race chaos, dating horror stories. Arthur's animated, Oscar's dry, and you're caught somewhere in the middle, giggling at both of them.

Then the topic shifts. Sex. Not in a creepy way. Just that lazy, oversharing way that happens when it's late and the lights are low and no one feels like holding anything back. Arthur's talking about some girl in Monaco who used handcuffs without warning. Oscar rolls his eyes. You laugh.

Then Arthur grins, sharp and boyish, and looks at you. "And you two? What kind of freaks are you?"

Oscar raises a brow. "Excuse me?"

Arthur shrugs. "Come on. You've been together for what, over a year? You must've done something feral by now."

You glance at Oscar. Then back at Arthur. "Honestly?" you say. "We're pretty vanilla."

Arthur's face drops like you just insulted his mother. "Vanilla?"

Oscar shrugs, unbothered. "Yeah."

"That's unacceptable," Arthur declares, sitting forward. "You're dating an F1 driver. Your body should be a playground. There should be toys. Ropes. Marks. Damage."

You blink. Laugh. "Jesus, Arthur."

Oscar rolls his eyes. "And I suppose you're some kind of sex god?"

Arthur smirks. "I'm not boring."

You kick Oscar lightly. "We're not boring."

Arthur raises a brow. "Name one non-vanilla thing you've done."

Oscar thinks. You think harder. Then glance at each other, slightly guilty.

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

You fold your arms. "Alright, Casanova. Enlighten us. What counts as non-vanilla in your world?"

Arthur smiles like a devil in a cathedral. He downs the rest of his wine. Sets the glass down. Then leans back and says, "I'll show you."

Oscar snorts. "You're out of your mind."

Arthur just raises his hands. "No touching. No pressure. Just guidance. Let me teach you a few things. I swear you'll thank me later."

You glance at Oscar. He raises a brow. "Up to you."

Your heart is thudding. Hard. But your body's already heating under the weight of Arthur's gaze. And something about the idea of being watched, of being coached, has your thighs pressing together under the blanket. "Okay," you whisper.

Oscar looks over. Then reaches for your hand. "Okay," he echoes. Voice low.

Arthur smiles. "Good," he says. "Then let's begin."

It starts with instructions. Arthur doesn't move from his chair. He stays sprawled, hood half up, one hand curled under his jaw, watching like he's in a front-row seat at a live porno. "Take her shirt off," he says to Oscar.

Oscar doesn't flinch. He shifts beside you, fingers finding the hem of your shirt, eyes locked on yours for permission. You nod. He lifts it slowly, deliberately. Exposes your chest to the air. Your nipples pebble instantly.

Arthur whistles. "Good start. Now kiss her. Neck, first. Slow."

Oscar obeys. His mouth finds the curve of your throat, and fuck, it's hotter with an audience. His tongue drags along your collarbone and you can feel Arthur watching, the room thick with heat and eyes and tension.

"Now bite."

Oscar does. You gasp.

Arthur's smile widens. "Perfect."

It escalates from there. Arthur tells Oscar where to touch you, how to spread your thighs, how to tease your cunt through your panties, how to keep you right at the edge until your whole body is begging. You're gasping, panting, nails digging into Oscar's arms. Every time Oscar looks at Arthur, it's with something darker in his eyes. Possession. Hunger.

"You're holding back," Arthur murmurs. "Don't. Ruin her."

And Oscar does. He pushes your panties aside. Slides two fingers in without warning and presses deep. You cry out. Arthur exhales like he's watching art come to life.

"Now fuck her mouth," he says.

Oscar blinks.

Arthur nods at you. "She's ready. Look at her."

You are. Your eyes glassy. Your body soaked. Your knees aching to be useful.

Oscar stands. You drop to your knees on the rug.

Arthur watches, silent now. Oscar cups your chin. Brushes your lips with his cock. "You want to impress him?" he murmurs.

You nod. He groans. And when he thrusts into your throat, Arthur moans too. You suck him off with tears in your eyes, spit coating your chin, while Arthur gives quiet instructions from the chair like it's a symphony.

"Deeper."

"Slower."

"Good girl."

You don't even know who he's praising anymore, you or Oscar.

Oscar pulls out eventually, breathing hard. Then Arthur speaks again. "Now fuck her properly. She's ready."

You look up at Oscar. His eyes are black. "You okay?" he asks.

You nod. Shaking. "Please."

And Oscar takes you. Right there on the rug. Right in front of Arthur. He pulls your ass back and thrusts into you hard, deep, fast. You scream. You're soaking. Oscar groans into your shoulder, gripping your hips like he's afraid to let go. Arthur watches every second, hands fisted in his lap, eyes hungry.

"Don't stop," Arthur says. "Make her come."

Oscar does. Hard. You collapse. Shake. Scream his name.

And when he comes inside you, messy, fast, lost, Arthur smiles. "Told you you'd thank me."

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @cocained

the night before had practically felt like a dream; more steps made towards what dante really wanted from mason than he could have ever expected. just holding hands from the alley to the uber, mason pressing against him the whole ride home, had been enough to convince dante (at least for now) that the wait was worth it. sun peaking through the thin curtains that covered his windows, falling on mason's muscular back, was the first thing that dante saw as his eyes opened, his mouth falling into a lazy smile as a hand brushed his hair from his eyes, "hey, mase...?" he was quiet, not wanting to wake up him if he wasn't awake yet - but then, his hand reached out pressing against mason's shoulder to jostle him lightly; dante chalked it up to instinct in that often he would have been rushing the other person from his bed, "you up?"

[littlcfreaks]

dante spent his whole life believing that he would never be good enough to deserve the same love that he knew he had to give. mason was the first person to make him feel like he genuinely deserved it, even if doubts still creeped back in too easily when he was alone. he thinks it makes sense that they started out as friends; giving them a chance to build something without expectations other than be a decent person. even then, mason had gone above and beyond, caring about him through bad decisions with his former bandmate. he almost giggles when mason says his name, the emphasis making it sound like something more beautiful, more complete than his own name. it almost overwhelms him, how much mason genuinely cares for him, cares about him being happy - a feat that wasn't exactly an easy undertaking and he reminds himself of that before he answers, that mason hasn't seen that side of him yet, because so far - its just been that easy to push to the side. phone calls with his dad were followed by calling mason, hiding the sadness and resentment in his voice until inevitably, mason's voice made him forget what the problem was to begin with, "you make me happy, mase." he wanted to tell him just how happy he was - but he was still not convinced that mason would stick around through those parts, so, he continued to hide them, "happier than i've ever been in my life." and that was completely true, expression vulnerable and open. he nods when mason says it won't be easy, starts talking over him, "no, i know and i totally get that. i don't need a lot, you know that. i just," he can't stop himself from beaming even as he's going back to saying he doesn't need the things he so clearly does, "right, yeah. fuck what they think." he's relieved, shoulders relaxing. his head tilts back, eyes practically shining, "i can't wait." he didn't care if mason was good, didn't care if he just stood there and let dante dance on him; it was just living and he wanted nothing more than to just exist with mason. he takes his hand from mason's, just to let it rest on his cheek, "hey, i know you're serious about this. you're... you're more serious about me than anyone else has ever been, mase." he can't help but laugh; he's so happy, even if he won't get everything he wants, loves when mason teases him, "i guess you'll just have to come up and find out for yourself." he doesn't own tea, he's a coffee drinker. or he used to not own tea. now he kept a box next to his coffee for mason. leading him up to his apartment feels heavy, more meaningful than it ever has. they cross through the door and it takes everything in dante to not turn around to press mason against it and press kisses everywhere he can reach, but he leads them to the kitchen and drops mason's hand after pressing a quick kiss to the back so he can start filling a kettle.

it wasn't exactly clear to mason when he had fallen for dante. everything seemed like a blur from back when he was still together with his ex and when they had just started talking, but one thing was certain; he wanted to make a good impression on the other. despite what the world's opinion of him as a hockey player, he wanted a fair chance with someone and was grateful that the one person that got to know him for who he truly was — was dante. the noise of what anyone else had to say, had never pushed the two of them apart. mason wasn't sure whether it was luck or because what they had was unlike anything else he had experienced. a mix of both was what made the most sense — because he could both think of a thousand ways he could've fucked this up before it even became a thing. as well as feeling like they were literally becoming one, whenever their skins touched. "dante" the name couldn't ever quite roll of his tongue the same way anymore. it held such weight, feeling like a term of endearment despite just being a name. "i don't think i've ever been this sure about anything before — ever." he wanted to erase every inch of doubt in the other. to take it all away, but he knew those seeds had been planted by the way they had started off. by his previous, closeted habits and public heartbreak that had both gotten them closer as well as created a boundary. "i want to see you happy. if anyone deserves it, it's you." sharply inhaling air, mason couldn't quite get his eyes off of the other as his urgency persisted. "it's not gonna be easy... for me, i mean. but — seeing you like this..." he placed a kiss on dante's smile, the expression of joy igniting the same feeling inside of him too. "fuck what they think." mason added, smile edging his mouth as gray hues focus on their hands connecting as though they were made for each other. "i'll dance with you." his biggest concern was his own feeling for rhythm and the fact that he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a musician. mason was too much of a rule follower to be good at it — couldn't let loose, whether it was dancing or first date rules. "i want you to know that i'm serious about this." he hoped the other would understand it had nothing to do with how much he wanted to spend every second of his time feeling dante's warmth and burying himself within it if he could. it was about more than that. "you sure about that? the fact that you're saying that makes me thing that's exactly what you have in mind, but — maybe i'm wrong about you." mason gave a brief kiss after his words, squeezing their intertwined hands and ready to follow dante to his door. "i'd love some tea. let's see where it goes."

[trashytracktales]

AND softdom lando with slightly unexperienced reader!!!! kill me nowwwe it cannot live only in my head

Nothing less | LN⁴

💌 INSPIRED by anon ──── No, cause you know what, anon? Let me do something about it real quick (I changed some things around on purpose, because I either go hard or go home lmao). ENJOY 💋

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𐙚 summary ──── It's their first time together, and Lando takes the lead, ensuring every touch and word is focused on her comfort and pleasure.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x virgin!reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 catetegory ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, reader's first time, new relationship dynamics, soft dom!Lando, fluff & smut, descriptive language, swearing, unprotected sex, subtle exploration of emotional and physical trust in an intimate setting.

𐙚 word count ──── 2.8k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 26, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── Gentle reminder that I know I have a lot of requests I need to take care of, and they are going to be dealt with, slowly but surely. Thank you for your patience 😁🤍

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SHE THINKS SHE should tell him, but she doesn’t know him well enough to be sure that Lando isn’t easily scared — or worse, that he wouldn’t walk out on her the second her little secret gets out.

They’ve only been dating for two weeks, but somehow it feels longer than that. Obviously, they’ve talked about sex before — casually, the way new couples do when everything still feels exciting and full of possibilities. But she never told him outright that she’s a virgin. He never specifically asked, and she didn’t see a way to bring it up without making things awkward.

In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, two things are certain: 1) she doesn’t want to ruin the moment, and 2) there’s no doubt he likes her. She sees it in the way Lando looks at her, and she feels it in the way his hands touch her: sometimes by accident, other times with intent.

That's why she doesn’t want to burden him with expectations or make him feel like he has to change to meet some unspoken standard. She wants him as he is: unfiltered, imperfect, and real.

It's almost midnight, and the room is drenched in a quiet intimacy, the only sound coming from the muted hum of the city outside. Lando sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against hers with deliberate slowness. The soft golden glow of the bedside lamp illuminates his face, accentuating the way his lips curve into a smile that’s equal parts teasing and tender.

“You’ve been quiet,” he murmurs, his voice a smooth drawl that makes her stomach flip. His thumb strokes over her palm, coaxing her to meet his gaze. “That nervous?”

Her breath catches in her throat, feeling it closing in from the inside, but she nods, not trusting her voice.

“That’s okay, baby,” says Lando gently, leaning in. The warmth of his breath fans against her skin as his lips ghost over her jawline. “I want to take care of you. Can I do that?”

She nods again, her heart thudding against her rib. But the way Lando is looking at her, like she’s the only thing that matters, eases some of the tension coiling in her chest.

She really thinks that she should tell him—

“Words, love,” he interrupts her thoughts, his tone soft yet firm. Lando's hand tilts her chin up so she’s looking directly at him. “I need to hear you, so I know we're on the same page.”

“Yes, Lando,” she replies back, his name dripping from her mouth like honey. “I want this with you.”

His smile widens, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes — desire tempered with a bit of restraint. “Sweet girl,” he says softly, the praise rolling off his tongue like a caress.

She closes her eyes, the words making her cheeks flush, but they also spark something inside her, a yearning she’s never felt so acutely before.

The air between them feels charged with so much expectancy. She knows where this is heading, can feel it in the way his eyes linger on hers, in the heat of his touch that seems to burn through her skin. The thought alone forces a wave of excitement rolling through her. At that, her body reacts before her mind catches up — her breaths quicken, her thighs press together instinctively, and a warm, insistent ache blooms low in her belly. She’s wet already, just from the anticipation, her thoughts spiraling into images of Lando gasping for air above her.

She shakes her head to push those thoughts away, just as he pulls her closer, his hands steady and confident as they frame her face. When he kisses her, his lips are so soft, moving against hers in a way that leaves no room for doubt. He’s in control, but he’s also completely attuned to her.

“If you need me to stop,” he says against her lips, “If anything feels wrong, just tell me, and we'll talk about it. Gonna need your words for this, yeah?” he continues as she nods again, making Lando puff out a small giggle, “What did I say?”

Words. Right.

“I promise I'll tell you,” she says, her voice tinged with nervousness.

He hums in approval, his hands sliding down to her waist. He moves her gently, guiding her to lie back on the bed as he leans over her. His movements are measured, his touch firm but never overwhelming. When his hands skim beneath her shirt, she tenses for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut, and Lando immediately freezes.

“Hey,” he says softly, his brow furrowing in concern. “Too much?”

“No,” she says quickly, her cheeks flushing. “I just— I’ve nev—”

He doesn’t let her finish. His thumb strokes soothing circles against her hip as he leans down to kiss her again, silencing her nervous stammer.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “We’ll go slow, alright? You and I. Just trust me.”

His words are like a balm, and she finds herself relaxing under his touch. He takes his time removing her shirt, his eyes never leaving hers as if to reassure her with every move.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he says, his voice low and reverent.

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for him, and he lets her take the lead for a moment, watching her with a quiet intensity as she unbuttons his shirt. She fumbles slightly, and he chuckles, the sound soft and warm.

“Relax, love. It’s just me,” he says, leaning down to kiss her temple; a small act of tenderness that somehow steadies her racing heart.

The warmth of his lips lingers, grounding her in the moment as her nerves begin to settle. When there's no barrier left between them, Lando's hands explore her body patiently, every touch giving her goosebumps. Then, his fingers travel lower, slipping between her legs, and he freezes in place, his breath hitching.

“Ah, shit,” he mumbles mostly to himself, almost in awe when he realizes how much of a mess she is already. “So eager, you're soaked. I could just slip right in.”

The words send a bolt of heat through her, a mix of embarrassment and excitement, but they also give her enough courage to take action. Summoning all her nerve, she reaches for him, wrapping her fingers around his cock with a tentative but determined grip.

She guides him to her entrance, her voice quiet but impatient as she whispers, “Then do it.”

Suddenly, that's more than enough for Lando to let his instincts take over.

He exhales sharply as he pushes forward, the heat of her drawing him in inch by inch. The sensation of her wrapped around his length nearly undoes him — soft, tight, and impossibly warm. His jaw clenches as he stills for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He presses his forehead to hers, his voice strained but tender.

“So damn tight around me, baby,” he gasps softly, his hand coming to rest on her hip. “How's it on your end? Can I move?”

She nods quickly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she adjusts to the sweet stretch. “It’s—”

Good. Perfect. Heaven.

“Didn’t feel as big in my hand,” she ends up saying, making Lando laugh in a high-pitched voice.

“Not sure weather it's a compliment or an insult,” he admits, amused.

“Just give me a sec,” she whispers, though there’s a slight trace of uncertainty in her tone.

His thumb begins to stroke soothing circles on her hip, and he kisses the corner of her mouth. “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures her.

She lets out a shaky breath, her body gradually relaxing around him. With one hand, she traces the contours of Lando's face, studying every micro expression, every mole, and the way his breath hitches as she welcomes him in.

“You're perfect,” she says softly, her cheeks flushed with warmth. “Can you fuck me now?”

Lando whines, pulling back slightly before easing forward again, setting a slow, careful rhythm. The friction is intense, almost overwhelming, and he groans quietly, his grip on her hips tightening just a fraction.

Her lips part as a soft moan escapes her, and she tilts her head back, instinctively pushing her hips to meet his movements. “Lando,” she breathes, her voice a mix of need and disbelief.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching hers. “Yes, that’s it,” he encourages, his tone laced with affection. “Tell me what you like, what feels good. Let me hear you, baby.”

“You,” she manages, her fingers threading through his hair. “It feels so—You feel so good. All of it, please.”

The corners of his mouth raise into a small, breathless smile. “Such a good girl, aren't you?” he praises, leaning down to kiss her neck as he resumes his thrusts. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Her nails dig lightly into his back, her confidence growing with each movement.

“Faster,” she whispers, her voice trembling with a foreign desire.

His brows raise slightly as he slows down, just to tease her. “Faster? You sure about that?” he asks, his voice taking on a playful edge.

“Lando,” she repeats his name, louder this time, her hips rolling against his.

“You want it that bad?” he says in slight disbelief, his movements speeding up just enough to draw a louder moan from her. Lando studies her closely, his gaze softening even as his control threatens to slip. “Look at you, fuck. Let me take care of you. Let me—”

He swallows his words as his starts thrusting into her, firmly but never rough, his touch always calibrated to her responses.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he says, his lips brushing against her ear. “So hot and tight around me. Feels right, hm?”

Her breathing quickens at his words, her body responding in ways she doesn’t fully understand but craves nonetheless. His hands trail lower, and she arches into him instinctively, another whimper escaping her lips.

“I know, baby,” he says, his voice thick with approval. “Keep me inside.”

Lando’s rhythm falters, then slows to an almost torturous pace. Before she can question it, he drags his cock out of her entirely, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing. A cry slips from her lips, desperate and aching, but he doesn’t give her time to protest. His length glides up between her slick, puffy folds, spreading the wetness everywhere, his movements calculated and teasing.

Not to mention evil.

“Lan...” she whines, her nails digging into his back as frustration and need overwhelm her. She isn’t gentle, her fingers pressing hard enough to sting, and he lets out a low hiss.

At the sudden pain, Lando stops entirely, his eyes snapping to hers, dark and intense. “Careful, baby,” he warns, his tone soft but laced with authority.

Sitting up slightly, he reaches for a pillow, lifting her hips with ease and sliding it beneath her lower back. When he thrusts back into her, it’s maddeningly slow, as if he wants her to feel everything. His hand moves to her stomach, pressing down lightly as he fucks his cock inside her. The sensation sends shockwaves through her body, and she cries out, her voice high and pleading as the pressure amplifies the pleasure.

“Feel that?” he asks, his voice rough with arousal. “Feel how deep I am?”

She can only nod, tightening her legs around him, her body trembling as she grips the sheets for support. But curiosity and the overwhelming sensations push her to rise onto her elbows, needing to see what he’s doing to her. Her gaze drops to where their bodies meet, and that’s when she sees it — the way her lower abdomen rises and falls slightly with each of his deep, measured thrusts.

Her breath catches, her eyes widening in awe. “Oh my God,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Is that…?”

Lando notices her reaction immediately, his own gaze following hers. The corner of his mouth curves into a smirk, but his eyes burn with something primal. “Fucking hell,” he murmurs, tightening his hands around her waist, holding her steady. “Yeah, that’s me inside you.”

The realization sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her, and Lando seems to sense it. His grip on her waist tightens further, and he begins to move harder, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that’s still controlled but far more intense.

The room fills with the slik sound of her pussy as Lando thrusts in and out relentlessly, and her moans grow louder, her body arching into him.

“Let me feel you,��� he growls, his voice deep. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you,” he repeats, over and over again.

She wraps her arms around Lando, pulling him closer to have something to support her. The way her pussy sucks at his cock, desperate and insistent, sends him careening over the edge before he can even process it.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, his voice breaking as his hips stutter, spilling into her with a throaty moan. He can get drunk on the way she grips him, her heat, her hunger — every part of her pulling him into pure bliss.

His forehead drops to hers, their shared breaths mingling as they pant and moan together, riding out every wave of pleasure as they hit.

Her nails are still buried in his back, the sharp sting blending with the pleasure coursing through him. He winces but doesn’t stop, his body shuddering as her walls flutter around his cock, milking every last bit of him. They’re locked together, shaking, until the pleasure ebbs into a warm, lingering buzz.

After that, Lando finally stills inside her, his body softening, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he rests his weight against her. Only then does the sharp sting on his back pull his attention, and he lets out a low chuckle, his voice rough and spent.

“You really dug in, didn’t you?” he teases, his tone affectionate as he lifts his head to look at her. The corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk despite the ache in his muscles.

Her face flushes with embarrassment, her hands slipping away from his back, burying into his hair instead. “Sorry,” she whispers, avoiding to look at him.

“Don’t be,” he replies, his gaze soft and adoring. “It was worth it.”

Before she can add something else, Lando leans down, his lips finding hers in a kiss that’s the opposite of tender. It’s a stark contrast to the raw intensity they just shared, and a quiet reassurance that he’s still fully present with her. His hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing against her flushed skin as he deepens the kiss, savoring her.

When they finally break apart, their foreheads rest together again, their breathing still uneven but calming. “You okay?” he asks softly, his eyes searching hers.

She nods, a small, blissful smile tugging at her lips.

“Hey, don't go non-verbal on me again,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Lan?” she says softly.

“Hm?”

She swallows, her cheeks flushed, but she doesn’t look away this time. “You are… I mean, it was my first time.”

For a moment, her words don’t fully register. He blinks, his brows knitting together as if he’s processing what she just said. “First time?” he repeats, his tone slow, almost disbelieving.

When she nods, her lips parting slightly as she struggles to hold his gaze, Lando’s eyes fix on hers. His first instinct is to check if she’s messing with him, but all he sees is her wrecked, post-sex state. Her hair is mussed and wild against the pillow, her skin flushed from her chest to her cheeks, her lips swollen and parted as she breathes unevenly. The faint sheen of sweat on her body catches the soft light, and her eyes are glassy, still hazy with satisfaction. She looks thoroughly undone — raw and real.

And he knows she’s not lying.

The realization hits him like a tsunami, leaving him momentarily speechless. His jaw tenses briefly, and instead of speaking, he leans down and captures her lips in a kiss. It’s not rushed or frantic but deep and meaningful, his lips moving against hers with a peaceful intensity. His hand cups her jaw, kissing her like he’s claiming every part of her. Because he is. The thought makes his head spin — the fact that she’s his completely.

“You should’ve told me,” says Lando, his voice thick with emotion. “I would’ve been more careful.”

“No, it was perfect,” she rushes to assure him. “Because it was with you.”

His eyes soften, and he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Are you even real?” he whispers.

And then he’s kissing her again; her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, trailing down her shoulders and neck, where he makes sure to leave marks behind. His hands roam her body with a newfound reverence, as if seeing her for the first time.

“Gonna spend the rest of the night showing you how much you mean to me,” he says, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “If you’ll let me.”

Her heart swells as she nods, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, his voice a low hum of satisfaction. “Because you deserve nothing less.”

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[senseandaccountability]

HR department romance plots

I just… beyond the surface level of enjoying a new game with new relationship dynamics to explore, I really can’t feel much about the DAV companions or their romances.

They all just seem so disconnected from the story, from Rook (who in turn is entirely disconnected from all kinds of feelings because Rook is just Employee Of the Year), from the world, from themselves. I feel like Cole here, looking at them and saying in my gentle, fleeting voice: even the dwarves don’t really remember dwarves. It really feels like the interpersonal relationships are written by the HR person who sits with you as union rep to tell you that you should use a positive language, that "we are all simply employees here, it doesn't matter what title you have", give a little pep talk about teamwork and how to get the job done. That's what we're here for. Everyone's equal. We all want the same thing here, your boss is your friend. Have you tried talking to this person, see their side of things, mmmm? It's just... yeah, they're cute, all of them. But why do they like each other? Why do they want to be with Rook? Who are they even in relation to the world of Thedas, what do they believe in, what have they overcome, what do they hate, what sort of prejudices do they carry around? I have no idea.

And since I’m also replaying DAI again, I wanted to compare these romances to my canon romances in DAI.  With Blackwall, you immediately get a sense of attraction and a sort of flirting on his part that suggests this is something he falls into quite easily - “you know a lot about girls” to quote Cole - BUT it’s also something he really, really thinks he shouldn’t be doing now. Why? He is tied to the Warden plot, if you bring him along you get a sense of a man hiding shit but you don’t really understand what, and he still comes to see you (flying/climbing up your balcony wall idk) because he can’t step away. You get to tell him he’s a good man even though you know shit about that at this point, like with Anders in DA2 you can give your PC over to this passion/love despite knowing that there’s something off, something potentially harmful or dangerous. There is conflict, there are things that jar, that can even make you uncomfortable. 

Blackwall as a character is open and compassionate. He approves of mercy, shows mercy, he isn't judgmental of others. In sharp and delicious contrast Blackwall’s crime is vile. He isn’t bound by any sort of oath, he can back down, there is no greater good whatsoever in his actions. It’s inexcusable. And yet. YET. You can CONTINUE THE ROMANCE. He killed a wagon full of kids, THEN RAN AWAY AND LET HIS MEN TAKE THE BLAME and hates himself so much that he tries to become someone else by erasing his previous self from the face of the earth. You can still kiss him and tell him you want him to live and redeem himself. It’s fucking incredible to think about this in the light of Veilguard actually. Your LI, the child murdering coward. 

With Iron Bull you have the doubts all spread out on the table. He’s a spy, how could you ever trust him? He also doesn’t respond to your flirting, why the hell not when you hear through ambient dialogue that he’s fucking half the chantry, isn’t he supposed to be a fuckboy? But he’s fun, he’s a mystery, he’s got fascinating banter with everyone, he’s brought his found family along, he’s a Qunari who at least somewhat believes in the Qun - he’s got AMAZING conversations with Solas that characterizes Bull as deeply intelligent (and Solas as much more caring than he’d let on) and knowledgeable about surprising things like architecture. Cole, as always, gives us more insight into Bull’s mind along the way and even before the offer to ride the Bull, the idea of him has been through some adjustments. You change his idea about a lot of things and in return, Bull challenges your idea of him, your idea of the Qun, your idea of the world and possibly, depending on how you react to his romance, your idea of intimate relationships. The game’s writing allowed me to imagine a rather frumpy circle mage in her mid 30s reluctantly forming a friendship with this strange fellow, only to find herself very much attracted to him, only to find herself being cared for in a way she would never have let anyone do before simply because Bull told her that was the only way he’d be with her. This is how we’ll do it, are you in? Your LI, the service top Qunari spy who is terrified he’ll run mad without his belief system to dictate his actions. 

And Solas. I mean mythical love stories culminating in mythical endings aside, what I really fell for in this relationship was the refreshing dynamic not of enemies to lovers but of two souls just sort of connecting instantly during strange events, taking a few hard looks at each other and going oh shit it’s you, you get me HOW is it possible you get me when nobody else does? There’s so much external drama surrounding them, which is why I personally LOVE and ADORE how calm their internal connection actually is. They know, so early in the game, that this is it. You’re my home, you understand the bones of me, you ask questions no one else thinks of asking, you care about the world in a way I haven’t seen anyone else do. He is LITERALLY the only one who understands your Lavellan when they make her the herald, when she protests and they keep pushing and pulling and sing their song after Haven, and Solas is there to be sarcastic about it. If nothing else, I'd fall in love with that. And there’s this sense of impossibility from the very beginning, a sense of it being almost unreal because the first kiss is in the Fade, the second is in a frenzy where Solas goes from 0 to I LOVE YOU, MY HEART and then leaves and you know, you know how this is coded and YET - he seemed so wise and kind and sad, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth. And even with this connection of souls, things chafe - he’s an absolute bastard about certain things, he mocks your heritage and you don’t know yet that it’s because a huge guilt blanket rests on top of him since thousands of years back, you can just argue back and receive his disapproval. He says it’s selfish of him to start anything with you yet he does - WHY DO YOU DO THAT, SAD EGG? Your LI, the ancient god of rebellion, treachery and lies, depending on the story. 

Even beyond my favourites, there are conflicts. Sera is A LOT (affectionate) if you're an elf, with Cullen you get a substance abuse story-line tied to his general dismay about his past as a really fucked up templar, Dorian has personal trauma and cultural prejudice he struggles with for the entire game, Vivienne is so complex half the fandom hates her and has very awkward and uncomfortable banters with almost everyone (save for Bull because he treats her like he would a tamassran), Cassandra is constantly challenged in her personal beliefs, very clearly reflected in her conversations with Solas and Cole has a whole personal plotline about deeply existentialist matters. What does it mean to be alive? Who is a person and who gets to decide that? He could have been a person, Varric says. Isn't he already? Does this unit have a soul? Not to mention that Cole functions chiefly as a speaker of truths, bringing a lot of complexity to the others. 

DAI is not perfect by any means but I feel like I know these bastards. I feel like my PC or even I could actively dislike some of them, because they are written to create dynamic conflicts inside and outside of their own arcs. I can write fic about them, I can imagine what they're doing during the events of DAV because I know them.

Because they are written like actual people in a world where some people have power over others and some people have been raised with a certain belief system and some people just have shitty takes on society, may they learn. 

[noirscript]

curtain call

Pairing: Yandere!Actor x Reader Description: The television flickers with Caelum Ashford's triumph, but even in his absence, his shadow looms, a dangerous obsession seared into your every breath. Warning/s: YANDERE | IMPLIED NONCON | possessive behavior | obsessive behavior | emotional manipulation | power dynamics | psychological abuse | implied violence | toxic relationship Note/s: Apologies for not posting yesterday. Anyway, here's something for today. Might post something later or I might work on Callixto's story the rest of the day, Oh, also, Dark Roast is currently on sale for those of you interested. We're also about to hit 900 followers. Yay! Anyway, let me know what you think about this one!

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The television glows like a portal in the otherwise shadow-soaked room. The air is still, heavy with the scent of rosewood and Caelum—his cologne clings to your skin like fingerprints, still damp with sweat, bruised in all the places he left his mark. Your robe slips over your shoulder with each shallow breath, but you’re too sore to adjust it. The ache in your body is a ghost of how he claimed you before leaving, whispering that you belonged to no one but him.

The TV is the only light in the room. He left it on intentionally.

“Even when I’m not here, you’ll watch me. You’ll remember who you belong to.”

His voice is still in your ear, etched into your spine.

The crowd on the screen roars, dressed in designer gowns and thousand-watt smiles. Glitter rains from the ceiling of the grand theater. The host opens the envelope with ceremonial flourish.

“And the award for Best Actor in a Drama Series goes to… Caelum Ashford!”

You flinch.

Applause. Standing Ovation. Camera Flashes.

You grip the arm of the velvet couch tighter, the pressure grounding you. You’d known he’d win. Of course he would. The world is in love with him. They believe his portrayal of Lord Severus—the dangerously obsessive noble who would kill, steal, burn the kingdom down just to keep his wife—was the role of a lifetime.

But you know the truth.

He wasn’t acting.

The screen cuts to him rising from his seat. Hair immaculately styled. Sharp black suit hugging his tall frame. He walks with that haunting grace only Caelum possesses—like he owns the air around him. When he smiles, women in the audience swoon. Men clap harder. Critics nod, impressed.

But you—you freeze.

Because you know that smile is the same one, he gave you last night, when he held your wrists down against silk sheets and murmured, “Even if the world saw you naked in my bed, they wouldn’t know you like I do. Not like this.”

He takes the mic at the podium. Lifts the trophy. Looks straight into the camera.

“Thank you,” Caelum begins, voice velvet-smooth. “Portraying Lord Severus was… easy. Too easy, some might say.”

The crowd chuckles, charmed.

“When love consumes you… when it becomes your religion, your obsession, your purpose—it doesn’t feel like acting.”

A pause. Just long enough for you to notice the shift in his expression.

“You live it.”

There it is. That subtle smirk. One only you recognize. A private performance.

“I dedicate this award…” he continues, his voice softening. “…to the one who anchors me. My muse. My wife in heart, if not in law.”

Your stomach twists.

Your name is never spoken. It never is. Not even your shadow is allowed to touch the world outside these walls. But the message is for you. Always for you.

The camera zooms out. Applause. Cheers. Ovation.

And then—

Chime.

You go still.

It’s not a knock. Not a doorbell. It’s the discreet code-triggered chime that signals the villa gate has opened. A sound only those who live in this exclusive riverside estate would ever hear.

You scramble to your feet, heart hammering. You’re trembling before you even make it halfway across the room. The ache in your legs pulse like a warning. Your body knows before your mind accepts it—

He’s home.

Keys.

Click.

The door swings open.

Caelum Ashford steps into the villa, the golden trophy gleaming in one hand, a bottle of expensive wine in the other. His jacket drapes over his arm, hair tousled just slightly from the breeze outside. But his eyes—his eyes are on you the moment he crosses the threshold.

Predatory. Possessive. Burning with hunger.

“You watched, didn’t you?” His voice is low, silk around a blade.

He sets the bottle down, places the award beside the others on the black marble shelf. Unhurried. Precise. He undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, sleeves already rolled up.

He doesn’t wait for your answer.

“Don’t make me ask twice, sweetheart.” His smile is all teeth now. “Did you see what the world gave me tonight?”

You nod.

“Good,” he whispers, stepping closer, his voice darkening. “Because now it’s your turn to give me what I really want.”

TBC.

noirscript © 2025

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[tpwk-formula1]

Could you please write a story where lando x reader have basically 'adopted' keegan (even tho he's like 3 yrs younger than them) and she hates whenever they make him do dangerous stuff

AN: SPECIAL EXTRA FLUFF POST!!!! (I know I said I wasn't gonna post a fluff this week but this came in and I got too excited so I quickly wrote it before work! NOT proof read!

OMG stop I absolutely love this idea!! I stopped writing a fic to get this one started! I did switch timelines just a big to make the story work so pretend the video on Quadrant where Keegan tried Karting for the first time happened after summer break!

TW: NONE

WC: 1.1K

Y/N POV

"Keegs, have you eaten anything today?" I ask walking up to him with the sandwich I had made for him before we had left for the yacht day.

"I had breakfast," he says softly knowing we had eaten over 6 hours ago and he had been outside all day in the sun.

"Keegan, you're an athlete stop being stupid," I laugh while tossing him the sandwich which he great fully took and started eating it.

"He's a grown man, love. Let him live," Lando tells me softly while approaching me from behind and taking me into his hold.

"You too Norris, sit down and eat," I say while passing him the second sandwich which has him groaning but instantly sitting next to Keegan and starts eating his sandwich.

"Whipped," I hear Max Fewtrell say from somewhere else on the yacht making me shake my head and threaten him with the last sandwich in hand.

"You and P are such moms," Max rolls his eyes while taking the food from me and sitting next to his best friend.

Over the last year or so the friendship between Lando and Keegan had grown from more than just a sponsored athlete to a truth friendship. When the younger boy started coming around it was almost instant that my motherly instincts kicked in with him.

I mean hell when he called us after winning gold at the Paris Olympics I hadn't stopped crying from podium. He still laughs about it and even pokes fun but he has also on multiple occasions expressed how thankful he to have Lando and I in his life.

Once the yacht day has come to an end we make our way back to the house we had rented for the week.

"We're going cliff jumping tomorrow, do you guys want to come?" Martin's friends asked the rest of us when we had made it back to the house.

"No," I instantly say a long with P while all the boys instantly say "yes" making me look directly at them.

"Have you all lost your damn mind? 1 of you is in contract for racing which mind you comes back in just a few weeks and the other just came off of Olympic gold, you need to be fucking careful," I start ranting while Martin starts laughing at the group dynamic not expecting anything less from us.

"It's fine, we'll be fine," Lando reassures me making me me shake my head.

"Get Zak's approval and then it's fine," I say with a smirk and a little shoulder shrug knowing his boss would lose his ever living mind if he found out his young driver is trying to do something so dangerous.

"Please! I promise we wont get hurt," Lando begs giving me his puppy dog eyes I have never been able to say no to, a long with Keegan behind him giving me the same look.

"Okay fine, but I swear to God if you get hurt," I say while pointing a finger before the two boys.

With that the broke out in bright smiles and Lando instantly took me into his arms and places a few kisses on my lips.

We're now coming to the end of our trip when Lando and I are relaxing in bed having some much needed downtime when a knock rings out through our room.

"Come in," I call out grabbing my bookmark and putting the book I was reading to the side.

When Keegan walks in he has a nervous expression written all over his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask sitting up a bit taller making Lando sit up a bit more noticing the serious expression written across the younger man's face.

"Can I ask for some advice?" Keegan says while walking into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Of course, you can sit on the bed," I say laughing a little when I noticed him awkwardly standing near the end of the bed.

"So I've been talking to this girl," Keegan starts while sitting on the bed.

"Aye! My man," Lando says excitedly while dapping Keegan up making his cheeks grow even redder.

"Well anyways, her name is Ella and we've been talking for awhile and I want to make it official but I'm nervous she might say no and I also need ideas on how to plan the perfect date to ask," Keegan admits making me smile. While it might have been Lando's first time hearing about about Ella, Keegan had already come to me about her and from what I had gathered he really liked her and she seemed really sweet.

After about an hour of planning the most perfect date for Keegan to take Ella on he thanked up both before leaving the room with a bright smile on his face.

"That's my son for real," Lando says laughing making me shake my head with a laugh falling from my lips.

"He's such an awesome kid," I reply back before cuddling closer into Lando's side.

"Did you pull the same move on Carlos when you where asking me out," I tease with a smirk on my face.

"Maybe," Lando admits with his cheeks reddening.

It's been a few weeks since summer break and we already have a week off from racing which means it's time to film for Quadrant and as we pull up to the track both Lando and Max have been suspiciously quiet about what we will be filming.

When we pull up to the track I see Keegan almost instantly making everything click for me.

"No! He is not about to hope in a kart without any training!" I say sternly making Max laugh and Lando turn and give me a reassuring smile.

"He's fine, he can drive a car, he can drive in a few circles on a kart," Lando says but it just makes me groan and throw my head back.

Lando did end up giving Keegan a small run down before filming and once he was in the first Kart I could already feel my stomach drop. He was going as fast as his car will allow him to go but you can see the difference between Lando's control of the Kart and his control but after the first lap he was able to adjust and already looked more comfortable.

As the karts got faster the more I go stressed. Keegan was clearly having an amazing time in the karts but my anxiety is going through the roof.

By the end of the video it is clear to all of us that Keegan loved every moment of it and even asked the next time he could drive one.

When the video was posted fan instantly clung to the fact that I was like a mom to Keegan. I mean an entire compilation was made where it was every moment I made a comment, face, or gasp throughout the short video making fans across F1 laugh at the endearing moments between friends.

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Sorry it feels a bit rushed I just loved the idea and might even circle back around in the future and add to the story

[arxiwon]

No Escape from You | Psh

Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader

Genre: Dark Romance, Angst, Smut, Toxic Love

Warnings:🔹 Toxic Relationship Dynamics (Possessiveness, Jealousy, Manipulation), Explicit Smut (Degradation, Rough Sex, Overstimulation), Breakup & Emotional Turmoil (Heavy Angst, Mutual Destruction), Phone Call Breakup (Sunghoon taking full control over OC's relationship), Slight Non-Con Elements (Reader hesitating but giving in), Mentions of Infidelity (Emotional & Physical)

The room felt suffocating. Not because it was small, not because the air was thick with tension, but because he was standing there—so close, yet unbearably out of reach.

Sunghoon’s expression was unreadable, his usual cold stare even more distant tonight. His hands were clenched at his sides like he was forcing himself to stand still. Like if he moved even an inch, he’d break. Or maybe… if he stayed any longer, he’d change his mind.

And you knew he wouldn’t allow himself that weakness.

"Just say it," you whispered, hating how weak your voice sounded.

He exhaled sharply. "I can't do this anymore."

There it was. The dagger you had been bracing for. And yet, it still carved through your ribs like your heart was made of paper.

You swallowed, hands curling into fists. "You're lying."

His jaw tightened. His lips parted, then hesitated. You could see the war behind his eyes, but you already knew the outcome.

He had already made up his mind.

"We’re not good for each other."

A cruel joke. A hollow excuse.

You let out a sharp breath, bitter laughter bubbling up despite the ache clawing at your chest. "We were good enough before."

Before the fights. Before the sleepless nights. Before the love turned into a battlefield where neither of you could surrender first.

Sunghoon’s gaze flickered, but he didn't look at you. He couldn't. "People change."

"So change back." The words slipped out, desperate, breaking. Your fingers ached to reach for him, to pull him back into you, to rewind time to when love didn’t feel like a losing game.

For the briefest second, his eyes met yours.

Raw. Broken.

Then it was gone. The wall slammed back up. "Goodbye, Y/N."

He turned.

Your heart lurched, panic clawing up your throat as you choked out, "Don't—please don’t do this."

But his footsteps didn’t falter.

No looking back. No hesitation.

And just like that, he walked out.

And you stood there, drowning in the ruins of everything you had built together.

Love had never been kind. But this? This was cruelty.

It had been years.

Years since Sunghoon had walked away. Years since you had forced yourself to move on, piece by shattered piece.

And for a while, you convinced yourself you had.

Until tonight. Until you felt his eyes burning into you from across the club.

The music was deafening, bodies moving around you in a blur of heat and sweat, but the only thing you could feel was him—standing there, watching.

Jaw clenched. Fingers gripping his drink like he wanted to shatter the glass.

Jealousy.

It rolled off him in waves, thick and suffocating. And all because of him—the man currently leaning too close, whispering something in your ear that you weren’t even hearing anymore.

Not when every nerve in your body was tuned into the man who once knew you better than anyone. The man who had ruined you for anyone else.

Then suddenly—a firm grip on your wrist. A sharp pull. The world tilting.

"We're leaving." Sunghoon’s voice was low, possessive, deadly.

The man beside you scoffed, stepping forward. "Hey, man—"

One look. That’s all it took for the guy to hesitate, stepping back like he sensed something dangerous.

Sunghoon didn’t even glance at him again. His fingers tightened around your wrist, dragging you through the crowd, past the pulsing lights, until the cool air hit your skin and the night swallowed you whole.

"What the hell is your problem?" you snapped, yanking your arm away once you were outside.

Sunghoon turned, and the way he was looking at you—like he was barely restraining himself—knocked the air from your lungs.

"You let him touch you."

Your breath hitched. "So? You lost the right to care, remember?"

His jaw ticked. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then lower, lingering on the way your dress clung to your body.

Then, he snapped.

A blur of movement. Hands grabbing. Back hitting cold metal.

He kissed you like he was starving.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate. Rough. Years of frustration, of jealousy, of regret, poured into every clash of lips, every bite, every possessive pull of your hair.

His hands gripped, explored, claimed—running up your thighs, hiking your dress higher, higher—until he was lifting you onto the hood of his car, stepping between your legs like he belonged there.

Like he had never left.

"Tell me to stop," he rasped against your lips, voice wrecked, hands shaking as they slid under your dress. "Tell me you've forgotten me."

You should have.

But when he dragged his teeth along your jaw, when his fingers dipped lower, teasing, taunting, forcing out a sound that was more needy than you wanted to admit—

You knew the truth.

You hadn’t moved on at all.

And neither had he.

The moment your moan slipped out, Sunghoon lost it.

His lips crushed against yours again, teeth grazing, tongue claiming, hands gripping your thighs so tightly you knew there would be bruises. His fingers curled under your dress, yanking the fabric up to your waist, exposing more of you to the cool night air.

His breath was ragged as he pulled back just enough to growl, "I don’t care how many years it’s been. This? This is still mine."

You gasped as he pressed forward, grinding against you, his clothed hardness pressing right where you needed him most. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you arch against him.

"Fuck, Sunghoon—"

He exhaled sharply, forehead dropping against yours. "Say it again."

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, dragging him closer as you rolled your hips against his, a shameless whimper leaving your lips. "Sunghoon."

His name sounded so wrecked coming from your mouth, so full of need, that a broken groan ripped from his throat. His control snapped.

A flurry of movement—he spun you around, pressing your front against the car, one hand pushing down on your back, keeping you pinned while the other yanked at your underwear, tearing the lace with zero patience.

"You don’t get to act like you’ve moved on," he rasped against your ear, pressing his chest to your back, his hand sliding between your thighs, fingers dragging along your slick folds. "Not when you're this fucking wet for me."

You shuddered, gasping as his fingers teased, barely dipping in, spreading you open just to prove how soaked you were.

"I bet he never got you like this," Sunghoon taunted, pressing a kiss behind your ear. "Did he ever make you drip just from a kiss? From just hearing my voice?"

Your nails scratched against the hood of his car as he slid two fingers inside you, stretching, curling, pressing against that spot that made your legs weak.

"Sunghoon, please—"

His free hand caught your throat, tilting your head back so his lips could skim over your jaw. "Please, what?"

He wanted you to beg.

Wanted to hear you admit that no one had ever made you feel like this.

And fuck—you were so close to breaking.

He pumped his fingers faster, curling them just right, rubbing his palm against your clit until you were gasping, writhing, barely holding yourself up against the car.

"I could make you come just like this," he whispered darkly, "but you don’t deserve it yet."

Before you could protest, he pulled away completely, leaving you aching, empty, desperate.

A sharp gasp left you as he flipped you around again, hooking his hands under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the car hood.

His eyes were wild, dark, filled with something dangerous as he unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free. Thick, hard, already leaking.

He grabbed your thighs, yanking you forward until your core was aligned with him.

"Gonna take me like a good girl, or do I have to remind you who you belong to?"

Your breath hitched. "I never forgot."

That was all he needed.

With a rough thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you to the point of pain, to the point where all you could do was sob out his name.

"That’s it," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust. "So fucking tight. You missed this, didn’t you?"

You could barely think, barely breathe. But when he pulled back, just to slam into you again, harder, deeper, a shameless cry ripped from your throat.

"Say it." His grip on your hips was bruising as he thrust into you again, setting a brutal rhythm. "Say you fucking missed this."

You were trembling, nails digging into his arms. "I missed you. I missed you so much, Sunghoon—"

He broke.

Whatever restraint he had left snapped, and he fucked you like he was trying to make up for every second you had been apart.

Each thrust was punishing, every drag of his cock against your walls pulling out filthy, choked moans that he swallowed with his mouth. His tongue was everywhere—your lips, your jaw, your throat, marking you up, ruining you all over again.

"No one else gets to have you," he growled against your skin. "No one. Ever again."

Your body clenched around him, the heat in your stomach coiling tighter, higher—

"I can feel you, baby," he panted, thrusts growing erratic. "You gonna come for me? Let me feel how much you missed me?"

Your nails raked down his back, legs wrapping tighter around him. "I—fuck, Sunghoon, I’m—"

And then—he reached between you, rubbing quick, relentless circles against your clit.

Your world shattered.

The orgasm crashed into you so hard your vision went white, your body spasming as you clenched around him.

Sunghoon groaned loudly, hips stuttering, and then he was gone too—burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a wrecked, desperate growl of your name.

For a while, the only thing that existed was the sound of ragged breathing, of your pounding heartbeats trying to slow down.

Sunghoon pressed his forehead against yours, whispering your name like it was a prayer, like he was terrified to lose you again.

And maybe—just maybe—this time, he wouldn't.

The heat between you still lingered as you both tried to catch your breath, bodies still tangled together on the hood of his car. Your skin was sticky, thighs still trembling from how hard he had taken you, how deeply he had ruined you.

Sunghoon was still buried inside you, still impossibly hard, like he wasn’t done proving his point. His forehead rested against yours, dark strands of hair falling over his eyes as he let out a shaky exhale. He should have been satisfied. He should have felt victorious.

But then, your phone buzzed.

The soft glow of the screen lit up, and Sunghoon's gaze flickered down.

And just like that—his entire body stiffened.

The playful haze from before evaporated the second he saw what was on your screen.

Your wallpaper.

Not just any wallpaper.

A picture of you and another guy—laughing, standing too close, his arm slung over your shoulder like he had every right to be touching you like that.

Sunghoon's grip on your waist tightened dangerously.

Your breath hitched. "Sunghoon?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his fingers curled around your phone, lifting it for a better look. His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle ticking. His eyes darkened, the warmth from moments ago replaced by something possessive, something dangerous.

"This is your fucking wallpaper?"

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could respond, Sunghoon scoffed—low, humorless, dripping with jealousy.

"You let him put his hands on you like this?" His voice was deathly quiet, but his grip on your thighs said everything. "You let him claim you like this while you're still dripping with me?"

Your body twitched at his words, still overly sensitive from your last orgasm.

Sunghoon noticed. Oh, he fucking noticed.

And it just made him worse.

"You think he could ever fuck you like I do?"

You barely had time to process before he pulled out of you—only to slam back in, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

A strangled gasp left your lips.

"Fucking answer me."

You were still reeling from the first round, and now he was giving you no chance to recover. No time to think. He was fucking into you like he was trying to overwrite every memory you had with that guy.

Like he was trying to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

Your fingers dug into his back as his pace turned brutal, as the sounds of wet skin meeting filled the night air. Your body was already too sensitive, already on the verge of breaking all over again.

"Sunghoon—!"

His hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Say it." His voice was a snarl. "Say he doesn’t matter. Say I’m the only one who gets to have you like this."

Your head was spinning, pleasure coiling tighter with every ruthless thrust.

"You are," you gasped, "Only you—fuck—please—"

That was it. That was all he needed.

He cursed, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he chased his release. His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans, owning every little sound you made.

"Mine," he growled, "Mine. Fucking mine."

When you came, it was with his name on your tongue and his hands gripping your waist so tight it was almost bruising.

And this time—he didn’t pull away.

Your body was still trembling when Sunghoon finally pulled out of you, his hands still gripping your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go. Like he was making sure you knew—there was no escaping him now.

And maybe... you didn’t want to.

You barely had time to recover before he reached for your phone again, swiping it off the hood of the car with two fingers.

Your breath hitched. "Sunghoon—"

He was already dialing.

The contact name flashed across the screen. ‘Jihyun 💙’

Your stomach dropped.

He brought the phone to his ear, eyes locked onto yours as it rang. One ring. Two. Three.

Then—a voice.

"Hey, babe? What’s up?"

You didn’t speak.

You couldn’t.

Because Sunghoon was still staring at you—his dark eyes telling you exactly how this was about to go.

"Hello?" Jihyun’s voice was light, confused. Still clueless.

Then Sunghoon smirked.

And the next words out of his mouth? Low, dangerous, absolute.

"She’s done with you."

Your heart stopped.

"What?" Jihyun’s voice wavered. "Who the fuck is this?"

Sunghoon tilted his head, still watching you. Still waiting for you to stop him. But you didn’t.

You just sat there, lips parted, body still tingling with the aftershocks of everything he just did to you.

"I’m the reason," Sunghoon continued, voice smooth as silk, "she won’t be coming back to you tonight."

Jihyun cursed. "Who the hell do you think you are? Put her on the phone—"

Sunghoon laughed.

Not a playful laugh. Not even an amused one. It was cruel. A warning.

"She’s busy," he murmured. "Too busy screaming my name to care about yours."

Your breath caught.

Jihyun went silent.

And that’s when Sunghoon really twisted the knife.

"You should’ve known," he continued, "she was never yours to begin with."

Then—he hung up.

The phone hit the hood of the car with a soft thud, but the tension in the air? Suffocating.

You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest. "Sunghoon, I—"

His lips were on you before you could finish.

A deep, bruising kiss, one that left no room for second thoughts.

Because Sunghoon already knew.

You were his. You always had been.

And now?

There was no denying it anymore.

[nightmare-foundation]

Honestly, it always really, really confuses me when people say that Bruce isn't abusive, he "just has a complicated/complex dynamic with xyz", before proceeding to list things that are very much abuse.

Like, it makes... no sense to me? I feel like people hear "Bruce is abusive" and immediately jump to the conclusion that we're saying "Bruce is maliciously/intentionally hurting his kids and he can't he changed". When that's not what anyone is saying- at least not me.

And i feel like trying to insist Bruce isn't abusive while waving around these very abusive moments is. Dangerous? Like it's fine if you don't like or disagree with the concept of Bruce being abusive, more power to you and all that, but I feel like it's very blatant abuse apologia to push these things as not abusive.

People have a very weird view on abuse imo. Abuse isn't as clear cut or black and white as a lot of people make it out to be. Abusers can very much love their kids, they can accidentally harm their kids, and abusers can change.

Imo, what makes Bruce's relationship with his kids/Robins so complex IS his abusive tendencies. We know the reasons behind his actions, as well as his motivations, but at the end of the day, he's still abusive. He still emotionally neglected/abused and parentified Dick (and still hit and beat the shit out of him in Nightwing v3 #30, no matter how much nuance you put into it), he also emotionally neglected Jason, verbally abused Stephanie (iirc, i haven't read her Robin run), parentified and emotionally neglected Tim, and verbally abused and emotionally neglected Damian. None of this was done with the intention to hurt them, but Bruce still hurt them. But Bruce loves them DEEPLY- that's part of why he ends up hurting them.

That's... what makes his relationship with them so complex, especially Dick.

And honestly I'm not even sure how to go into how people label clear abuse as not abusive, purely because we know how Bruce thinks and why he does what he does. As I said, really dangerous thing to perpetuate.

This post is probably very scattered and doesn't make a whole lot of sense since I couldn't sleep at all last night, but TL;DR: you can disagree with abusive Bruce, but labeling his canon abusive tendencies as not abuse and only as a 'complex relationship' isn't the win you think it is and only comes off as abuse apologia.

[transhitman]

Ok I posted about this in anger a while back but I'm gonna say it more intelligently and actually tag it because I think it's something people need to hear. Something that bugs me about how people talk about the morality of the men in this game is that a lot of analysis totally glosses over Anya's motives and what she actually asks of people, and in doing so once again strips her of agency. Like. The reason Curly sucks isn't because he failed to properly punish Jimmy, it's because he ignored Anya in favor of her abuser. He didn't listen to her regarding how to move forward, he didn't give her a way to protect herself. No matter what he would have done to Jimmy, Anya is still traumatized and in danger, and that's the most important point of failure.

I think a lot of people are projecting a revenge fantasy on Anya, and while I'm not gonna argue about the validity of revenge here, for Anya specifically I think that's a major mischaracterization. She's the one who says that our worst moments don't make us monsters. And while yes, this could just be her trying to appease her abusers, she still doesn't strike me as a particularly vindictive person. She's a nurse, symbolically in a role associated with care and healing. Before the crash, she seems like a very soft-spoken and restrained person. Hell, she can't stand giving Curly his meds because she feels so bad for him. There isn't really a point in the game where she calls for violence at all. And even if punishing Jimmy or Curly is morally correct (subjective), saying that it's what anyone Should have done still glosses over Anya's wants and needs. It still centers the abuser, even in vitriol.

It's especially weird to see people judge Swansea on these grounds, because like... We don't know what his dynamic with Anya was like. We don't actually know what she said to him, if she even confided about her pregnancy or the SA at all! I honestly think Swansea's actions give more credence to the idea that Anya herself wanted a peaceful resolution. The whole "Oh, I'm holding it together" thing, him becoming more hostile after speaking with Anya... He waits until Daisuke AND ANYA are dead before trying to kill Jimmy. I think the obvious reading is that he wants Jimmy dead, but Anya asked him not to do anything crazy. Genuinely, I think Anya just wanted to be safe. She wanted out above everything. She didn't want more violence. The only violence she commits is against herself in the end, in order to escape this hell her coworkers made for her.

And like. Swansea is kind of the only one who actually did try to protect Anya in a meaningful way. I won't say that he couldn't have done more for her - all of the men on that ship failed her in some regard - but Swansea intentionally keeps the axe out of Jimmy's hands. He keeps the pod a secret, probably to give to Daisuke, but we can't say anything for sure. I joke that Swansea should have killed Jimmy from the start, but if we're being real that would have been an insane thing to do given what the characters know. But Swansea isn't the point of this post. Like. Idk I just think it's really bizarre that when people discuss Anya's assault, they still do it from the perspective of the men involved. It's weird and I don't like it. Like people have said before me: it's not enough to hate abusers, you have to love victims.

[littlcfreaks]

stop talking — dante/mason 👀

one of dante's biggest fears when it came to mason? one day his serious nature would win out and he would grow tired of the way that dante could seemingly ramble about any topic, good or bad, at the drop of the hat and he often did. most of the time mason seemed to like it more than he disliked it. however, tonight seemed to be a bit of an exception, mason's end of the conversation littered with soft sighs and a lack of enthusiasm from the replies that he did get - and for better or worse, dante's reaction was only to talk more, "so, anyways, what i'm getting at is that i bought a label maker to label the shelves i keep my vinyl on, but now i feel like i should redo the shelves completely. i bet they're all out of order and i figured i could think of a better way to organize them so they don't look so messy." cleaning up and organizing his apartment had been a constant task that he had taken on since mason had starting coming around more, hoping to meet him somewhere in the middle of mason's overly organized lifestyle with the chaos that dante dragged around with him, "but then i thou-," he had been so caught up in his thoughts, hads waving around in the air that he hadn't noticed mason closing the distance between them until their lips were crashing together, the last of his words swallowed in mason's mouth, replaced by a soft noise, the nerves that had slowly started to build in him over the evening slowly washed away with mason's tongue.

[bokettochild]

Just saw the update!

So, first thoughts!

Gremlin Legend and Sky is something I am LIVING for. Sky's little look of approval as he stands between Wars and Legend after that little move is sending me!

(Wild is not impressed)

I also really love that JoJo played with Warriors' cape/scarf being capable of doing that, which is a major risk btw, but I love that we see it's potential now!

Like, Legend's timing is perfect (and I love that this confirms the Legend v. Wars dynamic we all love) especially considering Hyrule was literally talking about the same thing and you'd THINK Captain-War-Hero over here would be more cautious because of it (although the fact this implies Legend doesn't trigger Warriors danger sense is GREAT for the fluff fic writers like me!)

Time and Wars looking like disappointed parents though is brilliant

(Warriors with messy hair is so funny to me, help)

The continued portrayal of Time being too harsh with the boys, all tense after what happened to Twilight, that's great. i'm glad the consequences of past events are following them, it really makes this all feel linear!

I also am ALL HERE for the boys finding their differences! Warriors and Wild both admitting to being new to dungeon crawling and the monsters involved is a great thing we've all been playing with in fics, but making it cannon feels like validation :)

Also, Warriors being defensive of that, and maybe a bit prickly about their judgement, I think it shows a lot of him. he's got his pride,a although he's learned to tame it. He's feeling a bit miffed to realize how different he is, but doesn't want them seeing him as lesser as well (although they never would). I can also hear him using a clipped military sort of tone when speaking here. It's just the way his words are selected and strung together that makes it seem he's being very to the point, direct, and cold in his tone, which really sells the whole difference between a soldier and the "average nobody" that the rest of them were (ironic, since he's trying to act like the difference isn't a big deal but only further accentuates it this way).

Twilight being pleased that Epona is fine and just enjoying a meal made me grin so big though. He's all worried for his girl but she is, quite literally, happy as a horse over there LOL

Also, this bit:

recognition for Sky's right-handedness, my beloved! (JoJo is giving us all the easter eggs!)

The fact that the passage is too small to let them all fight though is a brilliant way of preventing some of our heavy hitters and more skilled heroes from being able to do anything though!

I like how that gives us the chance to see Time one-shot the foe and also gives him the impression that the rest are maybe not skilled enough to do this alone. WE all know they are, but they're a handicap to each other right now, and it's only further cementing in his mind that they're not ready for all this, which will make his overbearing speech and the judgement he casts on them in combat all the more an issue.

I mean, we all know the hero's shade was like that, but JoJo has shown Time acting this way from the start

(Deep Shadows P.2)

(Likelike)

So I guess we're in for more of that now, and most likely someone (probably Legend, as it's usually him, or Wind, who is very aware of judgement from teh rest) is definitely going to have to call him on it soon, maybe in the dungeon. Will that lead to some bonding with Time where he has to admit he cares and worries about them as though they're his own? I hope so!

Anyways, all this to say, we really are seeing how much they struggle to work together, so hopefully this dungoen will teach them all how to do that better, as Time mentioned earlier

(Dawn p.8)

Now, to finish it off!I would like to thank JoJo for giving us so many beautiful shots of Twi this time around. I'll admit it now, he's pretty darn fine <3

That said, I'm loving the Legend content too! i hope we get to see some more starring moments from him going forwards, what with him being the dungeon veteran and all! It's great seeing his childish/playful side these last few updates, but I'm really craving some veteran Legend right now >:)

[countbarov]

another hansry essay, etc

I love how Ištván and Erik are such clear paralells to Hans and Henry: a noble and his bodyguard, where the noble rescues his protégé and elevates him to knighthood. Both peasants had their families killed; both peasants idolise their lords. Both nobles would give their lives for their peasant; both nobles are deeply loyal to someone below their station

While in KCD1 they didn't have many direct connections to Hans and Henry, elevating Hans to main character clearly shifted the game's narrative. The second game follows THEM, it's THEIR story, not Henry's alone. Whether you romance Hans or not, the main theme of the second game is the trust they have for each other

For every main theme, there's a direct opposite. A foil, which serves to contrast and highlight the main idea. And what better foil than Ištván and Erik?

What I find so interesting, also, is that Ištván and Erik are lovers. I know it's "rumoured", but it's "unconfirmed" in the same way Hans' poetry book is not "confirmed" as his: you have to be deliberately obtuse to not see it. That aside, it's definitely an interesting choice

Most obviously, we can say that Erik and Ištván being lovers *and* antagonists can be used as a perversion of their dynamic. Since they're the evil-aligned version of the main characters, it stands to reason their bond would also be corrupt. However, their relationship is not used as a shameful barb, but their path to redemption

[Mild spoilers]

Ištván, facing certain death, uses his last words to plead for Erik's life. He tells Henry to leave Erik out of their dispute, knowing how dangerous and reckless Henry is. It's in this conversation that his facade and bravery fade. Henry comments on his smile disappearing, the obvious love they share ("You love him!"), and reduces the ever-confident Ištván to a man begging for mercy. Not for him, but Erik. The one time he is candid

Erik, upon learning of Ištván's death, reacts with such rage and grief that he kills the nearest thing to him: an innocent dog. Unable to cope with his grief, he swears revenge in Ištván's name. Facing Henry, he questions who would hold him in such regard that Henry would swear to have him killed ("Who did you promise you'd kill me? Who thinks I'm so important"?) -- it was Ištván, no doubt. And Henry uses this opportunity to mock Erik's bond with Ištván as well, calling him no more than "a dead mercenary's lover"

The one moment we're supposed to feel compassion for these two is when their bond is tested. They change from simple and easily hated villains, and become human. We test their relationship and find hurt, love, and tenderness. And, because they oppose us, we sever it to hurt them most. What fate worse than being alone?

And the game wants us to compare them. During their final moments specially, since they keep comparing *themselves* to Henry in their villanous monologues. Henry disagrees, because for all their similarities, there are more than enough differences to distance them. But that doesn't change that something rhymes

So what conclusion are we to draw from all this, if not that their relationship is another thing they share with Hans and Henry?

I know there's no canon romance in these games. But I can't stop thinking about how the easiest and clearest foil to Henry and Hans are a couple of gay lovers -- one a noble, one a knight

[chlorinecake]

HELLO

Please PLEASE make a fic about the songs church- chase Atlantic!!

It's my latest obsession, next to enha ofc

leading you on | l.hs

♱ plot: from the shy boy you first met at church camp who your parents once adored to their biggest fuckboy nightmare, you and heeseung reconnect on an online platform where you became a popular streaming duo together, leading to some steamy (and eventually forbidden) connections between you two…

loser!streamer!heeseung x fem!streamer!reader

♱ contains: SLOW BURN, swearing, sneaking out, mentions of bulges (multiple times), oral and fingering (f. r.), slight corruption kink, y/n stripping in front of a large audience (on camera), unprotected sex + virginity loss, y/n deliberately disobeying her parents, angst-ish, ft. other kpop idols, roughly 7k words

a/n: this is my first time writing a one shot all about Heeseung so hopefully I did our favorite loser boy some justice in this fic... have fun reading!

Heeseung. He was always just so... flirty with you.

Not emotionally, that is, but physically.

Leaving lingering touches on your thigh during Bible study, whispering dangerously close to your ear in that bedroom voice of his, or texting you random pictures during the day with his bulge obvious in almost every single one.

Two little voices battled in the back of your mind whenever you were around him, one voice wanting him to take things further while the other found it strange how he did such things so shamelessly.

The boy's got sex written all over him, your friends would warn alongside your Christ-converted step-sister Giselle who'd had her fair share of 'guys like Heeseung' in the past.

But you didn't see him that way. Despite his flirty tendencies, you figured those were just attributes that made him who he is.

Who you've always loved him to be.

However, those Holy, Holy, God Almighty church days were long gone by now, being no more than a distant ninth grade memory to you and most of everyone else who attended back then.

Everyone except Lee Heeseung, who could never shake his adolescent infatuation with you... ____, the girl who accepted his flaws and eventually stole his heart.

You and Heeseung reconnected a few years later by chance, the same day of your one year anniversary on your streaming channel.

Initially, your content consisted of one-hour long broadcasts where you'd just talk with random strangers, hearing out their problems and giving righteous advice.

However, Heeseung became a recurrent visitor on your streams, coaxing you to speak on topics more interesting than whether its modest to wear glam makeup or if kissing should be saved for marriage.

Your channel amassed a whopping 20,000 new followers in the first month of Heesung partnering with you, and its part of what led him to becoming an anticipated guest to your growing fanbase.

A dynamic duo, some commenters would call you two... and much to your parents chagrin, at that.

Off camera, things were the same.

You and Heeseung had grown closer than ever, sacrificing sleep to text each other all night, doing fuck-all on your web streams for hours, and even considering meeting up in person for a broadcast after he shared with you that he still lived in the city.

But then... something changed.

Or more accurately, your overly controlling mother put her foot down.

|Messaging| 💬

Heeseung: So we're not allowed to hang out together this Friday ?

You: Not alone... and honestly, not on the streams anymore, either...

Heeseung: Don't tell me its bc ur shyyyy

You: Nope… pArEnTs ^^

You'd say your mom had it out to get Heeseung more than your dad ever did, resenting the mere mentioning of his name at weekly church gatherings.

"That daughter of yours has gained quite the audience on social media," one womann would say, "too bad she seems to be losing her Faith to that poor Heeseung boy..."

"Such a shame," another would agree, adding to the heat-bubbles boiling in your mother's blood-

"Our faith teaches forgiveness and kindness," you defended yourself, just as your mom gave you maybe her third lecture this week on why you should cut ties with him.

"It also advises caution and wisdom when it comes to who we allow into our social circles," she hummed back, taking a sip of her morning coffee, red lipstick staining the rim of the white mug, "I'd be no better than a fool to sit here and support this meaningless friendship between you and that... man."

You internally rolled your eyes at her words, thinking of something, anything to say in order to change the subject right now.

"Well, I have plans with some friends from church tonight, if you don't mind-"

"Will Heeseung be there?"

"What? No," you lied, and not for the first time, either.

It helped you to feel less guilt whenever you blamed it on the little voice in your head, "Just me and the girls," you clarified.

"Mhm," she smiled facetiously before continuing, "I'm afraid I still can't trust you to go, though... especially not after that little stunt you pulled online..."

Your hand halted at the kitchen countertop as her words settled in your mind, "What stunt?"

FLASHBACK

It all started with a picture.

A stupid picture you got dared to leak by an anonymous tipper who offered a $1,000 donation in exchange for a steamy photo of Heeseung.

Chelbear03: God, he looks so THICK

Chelsea, one of your viewers said in the streaming chat, practically moaning at the photo of Heeseung, biting her lip as if she could feel him inside her just by looking at the screen.

Chelbear03: PAINFUL 😩

pucca_princxss: Need a tissue for your drool, Sea-Sea? 🧻

Danielle, another fan joked.

Chelbear03: Okay, FIRST of all, I have drool coming from TWO holes rn- Secondly, I'd rather just have him lick it up 😔

Chelsea typed back, a nuance to her words that you couldn't tell was meant to be either comical or serious.

"Lick up what?" a curious voice asked from the screen.

That's when your hand flew to cover your mouth, eyes going wide at the sight of Heeseung coming back into frame after saying he'd be "afk for a bit while showering."

His hair was still a bit damp from what you could tell, a towel draped lazily around his neck as your eyes unfortunately fell to the lump hiding behind his pants.

Oh God-

"N-nothing! Uhm... it's not important," you chuckled dryly, only adding to the awkwardness everyone was starting to feel from behind their screens.

pucca_princxss: OOP speak of the papi-

Chelbear03: Please forgive me, Hee-man 🧎‍♀️ ... bc I am disrespectfully foaming at the mouth as we speak-

Chelbear03 has left the stream

A notification of Chelsea having left the stream popped up in the chat almost immediately after she sent that message.

"What was that all about?," Heeseung smirked with confusion, looking between both you and the server comments displayed on his screen for an answer that never came.

"Fine then, keep your secrets... its not like I can't just rewind the stream highlights anyway," he added, just as you felt frantic emotions overcome you.

"Heeseung, you really don't wanna do that, just let me explain-"

His jaw dropped, not necessarily in shock, but with intrigue, the raunchy photo of his semi-hard cock through his sweatpants being displayed on the screen, right before his glossy deer-like eyes.

The same picture he'd only ever sent to you.

"I guess this is my mini Drake moment then," Heeseung chuckled to himself, a heavy sigh escaping your lips at his fortunately chill reaction.

"I did it for 1k, Heeseung, I'm sorry," you whined, pulling your knees up in your chair before burying your face behind them.

"Don't be... everyone already knows I'm your slut at this point," he said in a deeper voice, making you freeze once again as your eyes shot up to view the screen, almost in denial that such words even left his mouth.

anonymous tipper: worst thousand $$$ I ever spent... how abt I multiply the price by two for a sexy picture of the lady ?

yxstar3ject: ooo, but i was thinking maybe a double feature instead ? would luvvv to see how she treats this little slut of hers 🤭

Heeseung snickered so loud, you almost felt it on your skin, watching his facial expressions change with each suspicious message that filled the chat box, throughly entertaining him

"Guys, cut it out before I end the stream," you giggled shyly, revealing your full face that looked a little less flustered than earlier, "Heeseung isn't my slut either, okay? Just a good friend, I swear..."

pucca_princxss: you two need to stream in the same room one day bc this long distance sexual tension thing is so not the vibe :|

"Maybe one day..." Heeseung's voice faded off as he turned off the lights in his room, getting ready for bed...

"Maybe~~," your mother repeated in a mocking tone at the memory of your "filthy fest" of a stream that day, disgust displayed all over her before she took the last sip of her coffee as if it'd soothe her.

"Hope that refreshed your memory sweetie, but either way, my answer's no. Not with that slut on the streets and especially not without my supervision..."

“If you’re referring to Heeseung with that vulgar comment, I’m sorry to correct you, but it’s not right to just bash him with words like that,” you went on, leaning your elbows over the counter.

“Please, any guy who sends raunchy dick pics, let alone to a girl he’s not even dating, is a slut, ____,” your step-sister Giselle voiced while walking into the kitchen, dressed in athletic wear as she filled up her water canteen with a lemon flavored electrolyte packet, “not to mention those other weird things he says about your relationship on the stream.”

Despite how much your family claimed to dislike Heeseung, they had no problem with bringing him up every five seconds in a conversation.

You glanced at her through a side eye, shaking your head at the fact that she was just eavesdropping on your conversation, “That was hardly a dick pic, and you should know that better than me, Jizz-elle,” you retorted, putting extra emphasis on the first syllable of her old nickname.

“Yeah, real mature, ____… you can slut shame me but not your little online boyfriend?”

“Ladies!,” your mother raised her voice slightly, pursing her lips at the tension built up between you two, “that’s enough of this discussion…”

You noticed the way your mother’s eyes lingered on your step sister for a moment, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“To the gym,” she answered shortly, walking past your mom and out of the kitchen with haste.

You scoffed out loud, “Not gonna interrogate her like you did to me?,” you said, laughing as if humored when it was really just a way to mask how irritated you were.

“No,” your mom said with a delayed reply, “Giselle is not my blood… I must take her word for what she says to avoid conflict with your step-father… you, on the other hand, will—”

“—abide by your rules… got it,” you finished for her, knowing better than to continue going back and forth with her in this matter.

You left the kitchen, going up to your room and plopping yourself on the bed, staring at the ceiling as you entered into a deep thinking space.

One in which you'd strategize on how to successfully sneak out of the house to hang out with Heeseung tonight.

|Messaging| 💬

You: So, you want me to meet you where again ?

Heeseung: Just take a hard right past the first stop sign from your place and a few steps past that one brown house (pls ignore my Dora ass instructions rn 🗿)

You: ok ok 😭, smart tho !! … that way, none of my neighbors will see your car :D

Heeseung: Exactly. U sure u still wanna do this, tho ?

You: Yeah, ofc ! Had enough of my mom nagging me all day ☝️ I need a release BIG time

Heeseung: Haha, okay then ! I’ll see you at 10:30pm

You: Cya ! 🐒

THE LAST TIME you and Heeseung met in person was back when you were both young teenagers, navigating hormones and puberty while aiming to keep God at the center of it all, so to speak.

You didn’t know what to expect from meeting up with him, and especially not under such circumstances.

Still, you had a pretty good feeling that all this trouble wouldn’t be for nothing.

It was currently 10:34pm as you turned off all the lights in your bedroom, wearing an all black outfit to ensure you weren’t seen.

You double checked to see if you had everything with you before leaving: phone, spare cash, and a well-rehearsed story in case you got caught.

Opening your bedroom window, you stuck out a leg, suddenly feeling thankful for your step-dad giving you the bedroom on the first story of his home.

Both your feet were on the floor now, your hands finding the window sill as you closed the window back, careful not to accidentally lock it back so you would be able to get back in later.

You then followed the instructions Heeseung outlined in your texts, walking a few blocks down and taking a right turn once you reached the stop sign.

That’s when you caught sight of his dimly lit side profile under the lights of his car and through the tinted windows.

His eyes were on his phone until your figure blocked the streetlight that shined in his car, drawing his attention to your face as a smile spread over his own.

His eyes lit up like you were the candle to his soul, stepping out of the sleek black car to come around and give you a hug.

“Oh- hi,” you chuckled shyly, hands hesitating to wrap around him before he pulled away, looking you up and down while bracing your shoulders.

“Hi,” he smiled back, “I was just about to text you when you showed up at my window… nice black fit, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you said in a playful voice, watching as he opened the car door for you to get in.

“Would it be wrong of me to assume your panties match, too?,” he asked teasingly, joining you in the vehicle before pulling out of his parked position and cruising out of the neighborhood.

“Wow, you’re really representing this slut persona of yours, huh?” You teased back, putting on your seatbelt.

“Mostly because I can’t help it,” he shrugged, flashing you a smile before looking back at the road, “the fans ship us anyway, so we might as well commit to it, right?”

“Righttt,” you answered suspiciously, poking his thigh before looking back out the window, “gosh, this is crazy…”

“What is?”

“How long we’ve known each other and still happened to maintain a solid friendship despite the distance.”

“Yea,” he agreed, turning down a lane decorated with flowers that somehow still shined in the dark of the night, “We’d be fools to give up this bond we share, though… fools not to explore it further.”

He pulled into his driveway a few minutes later, showing you around his place before leading you to his bedroom, a familiar sight to you thanks to the streams.

“Oh- you’ve still got your monitors and mic set up?,” you asked curiously, noticing how the screen of his computer was on the streaming website.

“You remember what Danielle said on our last live? About us broadcasting in the same room together sometime…” he started shyly, pushing out another gaming chair for you to sit in.

“You really think it’s a good idea to stream right now?,” you rationalized, watching as he joined you in the nearby seat, “I mean, I’m obviously down for it, but what if my mom sees it again? Or Gisel—”

“I’ve already blocked your mom's account, ____, we should be fine,” he smiled, “and… if not… I’ll exchange another photo with your anonymous tipper for some forgiveness cash,” he shrugged, pouty lips making you melt a little inside. "Deal?"

You always knew that Heeseung was cute, but you didn’t think it was possible for him to get any better looking from behind the screen.

“Okay then,” you agreed with a sigh, hoping that your nerves would calm down once the broadcast started.

Almost instantly, 100 viewers joined when Heeseung pressed the “stream” button.

You both began with greeting everyone, trying to get past the chat’s excitement about finally getting to see you two in the same room together.

yxstar3ject: OMFG YALL ACTUALLY DID IT ❗️ this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for 🤧

Chelbear03: holy fucking fuck, how is she so CALM NEXT TO HIM 😩

mrloverl0ver: everyone in favor of them playing truth or strip for us, spam the chat with W’s

pucca_princxss: hoon, you raging perv- WWWWWWWWWW XD

Chelbear03: ✨ W ✨

laylaspapi: W no homo wait, why's my name pink now ;-;

yxstar3ject: I took orange the other day ~ sawwy Jakey W <3

You watched as the chat box started to flood with W's and other random comments, feeling Heeseung sat a hand on your thigh as if to make you feel more comfortable.

"Alright peeps, chill out with the chat spamming, we see it," Heeseung said, laughing off some of the tension, "It's not like you guys didn't get a free show the other day, anyways," he added.

"I don't know..." you started, voice and logic trailing off as more letter W's filled the screen, "it might be fun?"

"____," Heeseung said more seriously this time, "it's a pointless game, y'know? We're honest with the fans... they already know most of secrets, so its silly to do truth or strip..."

"Great. That'll only make it more challenging for them to get our clothes off then," you smiled, suddenly feeling excited about playing, a bit of your competitiveness rubbing off on the initially cautious boy.

"Fine then... we'll do it," Heeseund said, eliciting a few viewers to send gifts to your broadcast, "I'm gonna need a drink for this first, though."

Heeseung was doing a good job of making it seem like he wasn't totally down for this, even though on the inside, he was mostly concerned with making sure you felt comfortable, too.

He left the room for a moment before coming back with two canned cocktails in his grip, placing them on his desk in front of you two.

"I'm guessing you don't drink much," he said, popping open a can of sugary fizz with his teeth while making eye contact with you, "so take it slow with this, yeah?"

"Sure, dad," you joked, taking a sip from the can, hoping that the alcohol would maintain your fleeting confidence, considering that you'd just agreed to strip in front of hundreds of people online.

Chelbear03: alr, first question heheh, starting easy !! :))) when was the last time you got upset and why

Chelsea was the first to initiate this little "truth or strip" questionnaire. Heeseung read the question out loud before humming to himself in thought.

“Hmm... maybe when I overcooked my ramen this morning?”

"Who eats ramen for breakfast?" You asked with a dry laugh.

"Don't judge me because I have good taste, ____," he replied, shoving your thigh with his knee a bit, "and you're dodging the question..."

"Oh- right," you chuckled shyly, thinking of what to say and whether to be honest, until you remembered the consequence would be to remove a piece of clothing.

“It was um... over some stupid things my stepsister was saying about a friend of mine… also this morning...”

"Does that friend so happen to be me by any chance?," Heeseung asked knowingly, giving you a look that you quickly brushed off.

"Moving on, next question!"

anonymous tipper: name the last person you hooked up with $100 donation on the line here, btw... plus someone's modesty 🙈

Oh God, you thought to yourself, dreading how this anonymous tipper knew you'd do almost anything for money.

It was really a bad trait of yours...

"Wow, just jumping to the extremes, aren't we?," Heeseung mumbled between a sip of his drink, the wet condensation drawing your attention to his glistening digits for a quick second.

How were you just now noticing how thick his fingers ar-

laylaspapi: uh oh someone looks nervous ...

pucca_princxss: mission accomplished 👹👹👹

In all honesty, you didn't really have an answer to that question, but to avoid coming off as prudish, you opted to take a pair of clothing off instead, lifting your hips in your seat to pull your pants down.

"____, what the-" Heeseung started before choking a bit on his drink, not just at your sudden boldness, but at the sight of your lace panties hugging the natural curves of your hips, pants getting bunched up at your ankles before you kicked them off under his desk.

yxstar3ject: 😭😭😭😭 DEFINITELY wasn't expecting that, oml-

Chelbear03: your turn, hee 🙏🙏🙏

Something about how frazzled your usually calm and collected best friend became at the simple act of you undressing before him gave you a feeling of exhilaration.

By now, your top barely covered the flesh of your thighs, a few commenters saying things about "wanting to take a bite" before Heeseung cleared his throat, hoping that they'd stop making things worse for him.

"Well uh, I'm not willing to strip a layer just yet, plus I could use the $100, so I'll be honest..."

The chat stalled momentarily as if everyone watching paused in eager anticipation of who and what Heeseung was going to say.

"It's been a while, I'll admit," he chuckled dryly, staring off as if envisioning it behind his sparkly eyes, "but it was around a year and a half ago... with a girl I'd rather not name, but she was a bit older than me..."

"Oh?," you accidentally said out loud, a strange feeling of happiness washing over you now that you knew he hadn't been with any girl since you two met reconnected. You're not sure why this information made you happy... or maybe you're just not ready to admit how you truly feel about him to yourself yet...

"How'd you two meet? Wait- why am I even asking that," you cringed at your own inevitable curiosity, Heeseung taking delight in how his timidness somehow rubbed back off onto you.

"Nah, it's okay... I'm sure the viewers wouldn't mind a little storytime-"

He adjusted his posture in the chair, eyes scanning a few new comments before he spoke, "I met her during my bad boy stage, I guess you could say... we bonded over the fact that we were both born in October until we eventually started smoking together at a friends house of mine every now and then... she and I were both going through some divorce drama with our parents and uh... we thought fucking would be a good emotional outlet? I don't know, maybe it was more of a distraction, I guess..."

Heeseung didn't expect himself to ramble the way he did, but he wanted you to know the main details, even though he left out a few parts for another time and conversation.

Chelbear03: what would it take for me to be that girl ? just for one night 😔

maindancertypeshit: pretty sure Hee just confirmed he's into older girls, Chels ... and ones with daddy issues at that-

You nearly snorted at the sudden comment, up until you realized who the last one came from.

"Excuse me, but what the hell is a toddler doing on this stream?" Heeseung asked sarcastically, obviously referring to Niki.

pucca_princxss: LMAO, looking for his mommy ofc 🤱 (😏)

maindancertypeshit: ayo, wtf??? so dani's allowed but I'm not?? hmph >:{

maindancertypeshit has left the stream

You sighed while laughing slightly, taking a sip of the drink as water droplets now dripped unto your thighs, Heeseung's eyes doing a terrible job of not staring.

"I say we do one more round before ending the stream," you offered, looking at the time as you knew you'd wanna spend more private time with Heeseung before having to run back home.

yxstar3ject: BOOOOOOOO :(

Chelbear03: im too pressed abt riki rn to give a damn bro did NAWT have to dish me the truth like that 😭😭

mrloverl0ver: ok ok, let's make this last question worth it then hmmm ...

Sunghoon typed in thought, just as the bulb in Heeseungs side lamp suddenly shattered, the loss of light coupled with it's piercing sound making you jolt in your seat, half of your canned cocktail spilling on your shirt and chest.

"Shit," Heeseung swore under his breath, happy that none of your drink or any glass from the lightbulb got on his streaming equipment.

That's when he noticed you shivering a bit, the cold liquid contrastingly with the warmth of your body.

"C-can you grab me a towel please?," you asked softly, Heeseung taking the can from your grasp and leaving the room with haste to grab a damp and dry cloth for you.

"Here," he offered when he came back, hooking his hands at the hem of your top and pulling it over your head in one swift movement, making you gasp out loud.

You were now half-naked in front of your best friend, not to mention the tons of people watching from their digital screens.

"Heeseung, what're you-"

He was now taking off his own shirt, holding it in one hand while he wiped your chest down with the cloths he held in the other.

There was something about the way his eyes looked while wiping down your boobs, coming off as romantic despite the awkward nature of the situation.

"Put this on," he whispered so quietly you almost missed it, snaking your head through the head hole of his T-shirt while he flicked the ceiling light on, your mind running in a hundred different directions in this moment.

You're not sure if it had something to do with the alcohol, but your skin still tingled in the spots where his fingertips grazed your flesh... just like old times...

You don't think you ever put on a T-shirt faster in your life, wanting to cover up as fast as you could despite how everyone had already gotten a free show from the both of you.

laylaspapi: B👀BS ?!?!? caught in 4k? just like that !?!??!????

mrloverl0ver: guess that means the games over now since y'all started stripping regardless ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

pucca_princxss: I think Heeseung's house might b haunted :'0

Chelbear03: HEESEUNGS FUCKING ABS RN- IS HE TRYING TO KILL ME !??!?

yxstar3ject: 👁👄👁

The chat was going crazy at this point, their flood of comments honestly being the last thing on your mind as you sat bottomless in Heeseung's gaming chair, wearing his T-shirt as he searched for another shirt somewhere behind you.

A billion emotions were coursing through your veins, still trying to grasp how you went from sneaking out your bedroom window, stripping in front of an audience, and getting flustered from the mere presence of Heeseung now.

"Alright guys, this was fun but we're gonna call it a night for now," Heeseung said as he came back into frame, not even bothering to sit back down as his right hand found the mouse, moving it towards the end stream button.

"Yeah, I think my streaming career might end here," you added jokingly, making Heeseung chuckle a bit at your words, his bright smile doing nothing but make your stomach flutter all over again.

What was going on with you?

"Who knows? Maybe we can work on starting an OnlyFans together ..."

"Heeseung-"

"I'm kidding," he laughed again, looking at your face from the screen, not even aware of how he bit his lip before speaking, "you look pretty on camera though, for what its worth."

The all-too familiar tune of the livestream ending rang in your ears, the screen displaying stats of the broadcast engagement, which surpassed any and every stream you've ever filmed before.

"Wow," Heeseung marveled, just as he shut his computer off.

"I know," you added, stretching your back while sitting, "we don't even reach stats like that in a week..."

"I wasn't talking about the ratings, ____," he returned, the room seeming much more quiet now that the computer was off, even though it's been this way the whole time.

"Enough about that, though," he started again, taking your hands in his to pull you out of the chair, "I haven't been a very good host to you this evening... making you work first thing before properly treating you... allow me to make up my lacking..."

"I mean... you gave me a nice seat and something to drink... you even lended me one of your shirts after I made a big mess of myself," you replied while giggling, feeling silly as he held both of your hands while speaking formally all of a sudden.

"Yes, yes, but I'm serious," he continued, now guiding you down to the rug lying in the middle of his bedroom floor, "you still like candy, right?"

ALMOST ANOTHER HOUR had passed and it was somewhere around midnight give or take, you and Heeseung hardly feeling tired as you sat on the mat together, alternating between eating orange slices and gummy bears.

You were propped up on your elbows, a glow still present on his face from the laughter you've shared together so far, even though there was something less innocent you wanted to get off your chest.

You were feeling completely reckless already, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt for you to push things a little further.

Besides, it’s not everyday that a girl like you gets an opportunity like this just placed in her lap.

It's just like Heeseung said, you'd be a fool to give up this bond you two share and not explore it further...

Plus, you weren't sure how much longer you could hide behind the good girl act.

Giselle was right: Heeseung had sex written in full length parables all up and down his six-foot-something body, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.... if you said it didn't reel you in, like a burning desire to explore what's corrupted.

To be ruined.

"Heeseung," you started, making him look down at you as he sat with his legs crossed, hair messy from the amount of times he ran a hand through it, "can I ask you something?... It's... kinda personal..."

He popped another strawberry flavored gummy bear into his mouth, "As long as it isn't about your period, I should be good to help you then," he chuckled slightly.

"And what makes you think that I need help with something?"

"Hmm… maybe just that way that your nails keep picking with my wrist watch right now," he answered quietly, drawing your attention to your fingers which tend to get busy whenever you were nervous.

"Oh- I... I didn't even realize...," you laughed at yourself, shying your hands away before sitting up and hiding them in your lap.

"Well go on," he urged, looking back at you with warmth in his eyes, taking off his glasses and setting them aside, "What'd you wanna ask me?"

You let out a breath, clenching your thighs a bit as your sight fell between his legs.

Fuck, did he just laugh? God, he definitely noticed your peeking... you fucking perver-

"I don't really know how to word this but..." you chewed on your lip in thought, "Sometimes... when it's just you and me alone like this... even when we're just video chatting... I feel," you looked up at the ceiling as if it'd help you divulge, "I don't really know what to call it."

He blinked at your words, adjusting his sitting position on the ground, "Are there certain things I do or say that make you feel... whatever it is that you can't explain?" He asked, tilting his head at you, just as his hand inched closer to you on the rug, but not quite touching your skin yet.

"Its a few things, actually-"

"Like what?" His hand was now on your thigh, eyes glued on your shaky figure even though you avoided eye contact, lost in the veins that trailed the pretty skin of his arm.

"When you touch me," you whispered so quietly, the only reason he heard you was because he read your lips, thinking in his own mind what it'd be like to taste them, "like that."

"Speak up for me, I can hardly hear you," he urged, almost as if cooing at you.

"I can't," you said shakily, chest expanding slightly with each heavy breath you took in and let out.

Your idea of being bold was starting to backfire... if only you could stop being so awkward about this for one second-

"It's just me, ____," he whispered with a slight chuckle this time, your hands finding the fluffy rug beneath you as your skin still stung from where he'd last touched you, "be as honest with me as you need."

"Maybe it's best we just pretend I never said anything," your voice trailed off, regretting having looked into his dark eyes that stared back at yours because you felt as though your shield had faltered, his energy coaxing your mind to wander.

"Would you mind if I took a guess?," Heeseung offered with an expression you couldn't read, but you nodded anyway, just as his hand traveled further up your thigh, your breath hitching in your chest as you felt his finger tips meet your core.

"You feel something in here, don't you?," he whispered again, "Hurts, doesn't it?"

Like hunger pains, you answered in your head, finding his shoulder as half of you thought to push him away while the other half just needed to touch him.

You nodded shyly in response, thankful that he didn't move any further so you could catch your breath, already too effected by his actions.

"I feel it sometimes, too. The aching... but I'm sure you're old enough to know there's only one way to get rid of it."

You didn't even have to ask to know what he was implying, feeling tempted to give in to whatever this urge was.

He was right though. It did ache, and so badly, your own core tearing up with a need you never intended to entertain.

That's when his touch creeped closer to your core, your thighs closing around his hand as you struggled to think clearly.

You almost couldn't in a state like this.

It baffled you how the energy was starting to change, but it was only a matter of time that you'd be able to sit bottom less in front of Heeseung looking the way he does before something sexual would happen.

"Are you willing to let me help you?" He asked, gripping your flesh between his hands as a shy sound fell from your lips.

You were having second thoughts.

"As much as I'd like to, Hee, it just doesn't seem right anymore..."

Even though this was all your idea to begin with-

"But doesn't it feel right?" he pressed, feeling his hands gently pry your thighs back open, but its not like you were putting up much of a fight either, "Besides, you wouldn't have told me if you didn't want me to do something about it..."

In this moment, you couldn't care less about maintaining that fleeting sense of virtue all the elders in your life harped on growing up.

You were simply young, horny, lovesick, and in need of a release.

Before you knew it, your legs were parted for him, your back against the rug as his head got comfortable at your heat, fingers barely grazing over your now bare cunt before he started leaving plush kisses against your sweet spot.

The ache was definitely still there, but having him this close to you made it feel better.

Almost too good, honestly…

“Heeseung-” you cried out, clamming your thighs around his head as you felt his thick and warm tongue enter you.

Hooking his hands at your knees, it helped to open you back up for him, feeling your stomach tighten as he continued to lick you down.

“I’m still here, baby…” he cooed, looking back up at you, just as your phone started to ding, "relax for me, alright?"

It was a few random messages here and there, you being too pleasure-drunk to give a damn as he continued lapping at your slick, alternating between one and two fingers as he teased your hole, only making you want more.

“Fuck…s- someone’s calling me,” you whined, propping up on your elbows with tired eyes as you reached for your phone, seeing none other than Giselle's contact number as Heeseung left your core, getting on his knees and unbuckling his belt.

"What're you-"

Your words were cut off as he leaned closer into you, his bulge resting in between your folds as he looked into your eyes and said, "Answer it."

He was already rocking against your pussy as you struggled to stay focused, his boxers being covered in your slick just from how wet you'd gotten, even though you nodded no.

“You want me to help you, don’t you?” He continued, completely aware of your stalling and hesitance as the phone continued to ring, your breathing only getting heavier as he kept grinding against you.

You bit your lip, clenching around nothing as his fingers cascaded over your sensitive spot. Heeseung practically drooled at the sight, your tight little cunt all slick and messy for him.

"Hello?" Giselle asked over the phone, "where the hell are you right now?"

Fuck.

You watched nervously as Heeseung pulled his boxers past his hips, his thickness springing up now that it was finally free to breathe.

"What're you talking about, I was just in my room," you lied terribly, watching Heeseung with pleading eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance, bracing a hand on you lower abdomen while glaring back at you, a glint of playfulness in his doe eyes.

Oh, the way you wanted to smack him across his pretty face right now-

"I wasn't born yesterday, ____. I checked your room an hour ago and you're still not here. Tell me where you are," she continued, voice cracking a bit as you winced through a bitten lip, thanks to Heeseung somehow having slid his thickness inside you.

Well, most of the way, at least...

"____?"

"Y-yes, I'm listening, just- don't worry about me, I'll be back in a bit-"

"That still doesn't answer my question, ____..."

Thud.

You accidentally dropped your phone beside your head once Heeseung pushed all the way in now, leaving a few kisses along your neck to help you calm down.

His hips were still, but for some reason, your breathing remained shaky beneath him, your step-sister still awaiting your reply on the other side of the phone.

"Call you later," you said in a squeaky voice, reaching over to hang up the phone as Heeseung started to move again, your legs trembling a bit as the nerves in your mind traveled through your whole body.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked sarcastically, hand following a trail from your waist, over your boob, then to your neck, goosebumps sprouting on your skin as you suddenly felt cold, your body internally shivering.

"Hee," you said with a whimper, feeling his grip loosen around your neck before he started thrusting into your walls, your slick providing just enough lubrication for him to slide in and out easily.

You couldn't even think in your mind at this point, his actions already becoming more than you could handle given how new everything was.

How nice he felt.

"C'mon, don't get quiet on me now, baby, I just started," he teased, slamming his pelvis against yours to hopefully reel a moan out of you, which obviously worked, your hand flying up to grip the fluffy rug over your head as it became harder to hide your sounds.

He hissed at the feeling of you clenching around him, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked into your eyes.

"So either you like it when I'm rough with you or when I call you baby..." he started in a low voice, "which is it?"

"M-maybe both... now can you stop trying to turn me on with your words for one fucking second?," you asked with labored breaths, feeling your orgasm creep up on you a lot sooner than anticipated.

Sure, this was your first time, but you were glad he didn't treat you like a baby during the whole thing.

There was just something about the way his voice sounded in this moment, the way he was rutting into you like a horny teenager that took you over the edge.

And he was being such a tease, trying to make you talk knowing that your sentences would be broken and whiney thanks to how rough he was going.

He wanted to hear you falling apart underneath him.

He let out the most attractive chuckle you'd ever heard at your words, "But I can tell it's working," he smirked, bracing himself against the floor so you could wrap your legs around him better, "now quit your complaining and keep taking me like a good girl, alright?"

You're sure your clit started doing backflips at the pet-name, coupled with the pretty sounds he was very intentionally humming beneath your ear.

He found your wrists on the rug, sliding up to your hands and interlacing his fingers with yours,

“Stop trying to act tough, I can tell this is all new to you…. don’t even know what to do with your hands, huh?” his said, watching as your eyes get lost in the view of his shaggy hair.

He snickered, “you can touch it if you want…”

Fuck, you thought to yourself. You don’t know why you felt the need to put on some act for him… maybe it was because you assumed a competition between yourself and other girls he’s been with, even though in reality, you’d been the only girl on his mind for a while now.

“I…,” you started with a stutter, “I can’t.”

Your fingers were still interlaced with his, but your inability to touch him had less to do with the fact that he had you pinned down, and more so to do with your nerves.

As badly as he wanted to keep toying with your head in this moment, he could you were getting closer from how your breath kept hitching, so he didn’t have much time to play.

Releasing his grip from your hands, he brought a thumb to your chin, tapping at it for you to open your mouth, “I’m gonna speed up now then, okay?”

He choked out, his own head becoming a little fuzzy as you parted your lips obediently for him, the sight of your tongue laving at his fingers being enough to make him feel like cumming.

He knew you had to get home quick now, but he still wanted to give you the best orgasm of your life.

Once he collected enough of your spit on his fingers, he slid his hand down, circling your swollen bud while looking into your eyes, your hands automatically flying to his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Fuck, Heeseung~,” you cursed with furrowed brows, whimpers that almost sounded like high pitched hiccups falling from your lips as you felt your hips chase his.

There was so much energy coursing through both of your bodies that it could charge your dying phone on the floor right now.

“It’s okay baby, you’re almost- shit, you’re almost there,” he grunted weakly as he continued fucking into your walls with his fingers at your clit, his own eyes closing at how good your tightness felt around him.

You never heard yourself sound like this before, getting all whiny just as he whispered the words “Come for me” against your neck, sealing the space with a kiss and retreating his hand from your core, holding you in place as your orgasm hit like a flood.

You were squirming so much, walls pulsating like a drum as he kissed you down, your hands finally being brave enough to grip at his hair while he rode out your high.

You could tell that he didn’t finish inside you, but he was nice enough to slow down and not fuck you completely stupid.

“I can’t even believe we just did that,” you mumbled mindlessly, eyes staring back at him as he started to gently caressed your cheek.

“Wasn’t too bad for a quickie though, right?,” he asked jokingly while still inside you, not quite yet ready to pull out of your comforting warmth.

To say goodbye to the you he brought out in this sex-filled space.

“No… it wasn’t bad at all,” you smiled back, words sounding somewhere in between a shocking realization and sincere compliment.

“Then I guess that means we can look forward to doing this more often-”

“Heeseung-”

“Kidding,” he whispered softly, meeting your lips in one last kiss before leaning back up to adjust his pants, “now let’s get you cleaned up and ready for home before your mom has me crucified.”

“Okay,” you said while laughing slightly until he pulled out of you, your legs trembling a bit from the missing fullness.

From the feeling in his chest, Heeseung came to fully accept that he was 110% in love with you, not giving a flying fuck about the naysayers who’d disapprove of your now-even-more-complicated friendship.

You on the other hand, came to realize that Heeseung was worth much more than being judged by a bunch of hypocrites, and that you now had the courage to make a lot of your own decisions now, even if they’re solely for the sake of pleasure.

”Still,” you continued, watching as he stood up from the ground to grab a pack of wipes from his desk, “I just remembered that I locked my bedroom window when I left.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” He asked while parting your legs, wiping your sweaty thighs down with your panties hunched up in his other hand.

You admired the view of him cleaning you up with adoration flooding your heart, your limbs letting themselves relax as feathery words fell from your lips, “It means I might have to spend the night at your place for a little longer…”

Fin…

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[asthedeathoflight]

I do think 70s devils minion adds a whole layer to Daniel and Armand's relationship that we're not really taking into account enough bc while it does kind of technically happen in canon (that they break up and then get back together) we never actually get to SEE them when they're back together and so its not really taken into consideration for their dynamic.

But like Armand is someone who has for his entire life been another person's possession, who has defined himself as a person that people Have instead of Love. And what the Queen of the Damned chapter shows is Daniel Molloy as someone who Armand wanted to possess and who wanted to be possessed by Armand. Armand has never owned anything in his entire 500 year life and so he NEEDS to own Daniel, he needs to have just this ONE THING to himself after all this time. And Daniel for his part is very into being so consumed by another person. For a time, Daniel is exactly what Armand needs. Here is a person who cannot hurt him, who wants to belong to him, who he can finally assert authority over and in doing so assert his own independence. Nobody in Armand's life has ever been truly HIS in the way that Daniel is.

But the longer theyre together the less urgent the need to possess and control is, and the more Armand is able to love Daniel selflessly, the more they come into conflict because Daniel still WANTS that level of obsession. Their breakup in the books is inevitable because their relationship was built on impulses that, while important stages in their growth, over time became unhealthy. Daniel needs to get out of his cycle of addiction and Armand needs to grow past needing to possess people to believing they'll stay of their own free will. So they need to break up.

BUT unlike in the books where Armand's resolve ultimately fails him and he turns Daniel anyways, cementing the both of them into both of their unhealthiest habits, show Armand manages to work through his issues to the next stage of his growth: that he needs to let Daniel go. And he does! He lets Daniel go and he bears the burden of their relationship alone for 50 years so that Daniel could not only have a human life but also develop as a person in a way he never could have if he stayed with Armand. Show Daniel is a different man from 70s/book Daniel. He knows who he is. Even though he's falling back into old patterns now that he's a vampire he's still been through this cycle a few times and hes stronger now than he would have been if he was turned when he was 30.

I think, assuming devils minion did happen in the 70s, the present Daniel/Armand dynamic will be different from what we're expecting because they've finally grown enough as people so that they can come together on equal footing which is really important bc Armand has never been someone's equal in a relationship before! This is new territory for him! So I think their relationship has potential for development of both of them as characters to places they never got to go in the books. Please note that this is NOT me saying they will have a perfectly well adjusted healthy relationship I just think that this is the next step past their old dynamic and probably will be more dangerous for other people than it is for them which is always a win.

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It's really fun in Leverage s4 to make fun of how messy Nate/Sophie are because they are a mess. They've wanted each other for over a decade, had an emotional affair while Nate was married, have built versions of each other up and had to tear them down, have gotten used to dynamic after dynamic with the team and also different identities for the two of them? They are the king and queen of control issues respectively, and they have to go through The Gauntlet to figure out how that works in a relationship with someone else.

That's why the physical stuff is never going to cost them as much as the emotional stuff? And so that's how we get their romantic relationship kind of sputtering to start.

That said, their relationship tracks really, really nicely in almost every single episode of s4? Like they start a regular physical relationship up in the episode right before The Carnival Job, and The Carnival Job - in one of the first scenes - answers the question of why they haven't progressed any further.

Nate, on how he knew Molly's mother was dead: It's the way he looks at Molly. He loves her, but also, she reminds him of something that he's lost.

And you know what the camera does as he's saying this? It slides over him so we can see over his shoulder, and it focuses on Sophie, who has the next line.

Sophie: Well, that explains his focus on the house. He's compensating for his loss by exerting power over his world.

I love the way both actors play these lines. It's such efficient storytelling. They're giving us exposition about the mark, but they're also reminding us that Nate lost a child, and he has not laid that to rest. Running the Leverage crew allows Nate a sense of control over the world. He's always had control issues, but Sam hurt more than anything else, in a way that nothing will ever again. While Leverage helps him do a lot of good, it is also born from in part from his grief (and anger, but that's not the emotion this episode is dealing with).

It's why he can't go for Sophie directly, even though they both clearly want a relationship. (It's why she goes for him in such an indirect way. He just can't look upon the both of them directly.) He loves her. She loves him. But she, in a way that no one else on the crew does, is a visceral reminder of his past. (One could also argue that Nate's line also explains why his marriage broke up after Sam's death, but since the camera falls to Sophie right after...we're probably talking about Sophie right now.) His attraction to her existed while Sam was still alive, while he was still in a happy family, and while he had the illusion of control.

And Sophie? Sophie understands. There are a lot of episodes this season where she is regularly checking in on him to see where his head is at, to make sure he isn't flying off the rails or self-destructing. But this episode is not one of them. She does it just once at the end of the episode, but Nate's not triggered by the loss of a partner. He, like the rest of the crew, closes ranks when a child is in danger, but Molly's not in the hospital or terminally ill. No one's withholding her treatment. And she's alive and well because of the team's intervention.

More importantly, the team helps her heal her relationship with her father.

This episode is about picking up the pieces after a loss, about discovering through a lot of turmoil that work can't replace the people you have left.

This is why it's one of the few Leverage episodes where we like the mark over the client, right? The client's focused on his work and ultimately misses the point at the end. Meanwhile, we get this:

Nate: Oh, you know, sometimes when you lose something that's important, something that centers you, something that you feel you can't live without, you lose how to live.

Like, he's trying. He also doesn't even know where to start. And so for all of the games he and Sophie play with each other this season, in context...it's almost kind? That she pulls him along little by little and lets him choose if he's going to go the rest of the way? It's not comfortable for either of them, but they're trying their best to move in the same direction together.