#im right i promise (collapses on ground)

[fruitycircus]

heavy horror picture show

[postmortemnivis]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her.

simon really meant it, every bit of it, he’d come back to you somehow. he would find his way back to you. wether it was walking through the front door quietly not to wake you up in the middle of the night or cold in a coffin. he’d rather have you hold his dead body than not to have you touch his skin ever again.

that’s what simon was thinking about as his ear ringed so loud he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. he looked up at the sky, so blue it almost didn’t feel right. why so blue when so much blood was being shed?

he occasionally would feel the ground he was laying on tremble, maybe a hand grenade, maybe a body falling next to his. the smell of gunpowder filled his covered nostrils and he could feel his lungs collapsing on themselves from the thickness of the air he was breathing. his eyes weren’t doing good either, filled with dust and sand from the dry earth.

it took him a few more seconds to focus his eyes on something, something that possibly wasn’t moving, his head spinning each time he tried to sit up. something was weighting on his legs, holding him down. he struggled to raise his torso and groaned at the sight of a large body blocking him. he let himself fall back down.

he was ready to go, a sharp pain to his side telling him he wouldn’t last long alone. he’d been through worse, way worse, the scar provided by the meat hook was proof of that, but something was telling him this was as bad. he was ready to go.

the only thing he could think about in his last moments was you. he thought he could see glimpses of you, maybe your hair in the corner of his eyes or he’d hear your laugh as another fire shooting started. his eyes searched for you frantically. he wanted to tell you to leave immediately, scream it at the top of his lungs, but his voice was caught in his throat and you weren’t really there. his mind just playing cruel tricks on him.

your name was repeated like a mantra in his head, repeating it so many times it almost lost a meaning. almost. a prayer, a chant. he sure needed to pray, for you.

he had been shelving the thought that tormented him for months. he wanted to go and confess his sins, he almost felt the need, his palms itching with haste anytime he thought about it. years had passed since the last time he had set foot in a church, so many that he had almost forgotten the reason for the visit. the ghosts of the past never abandon you, especially if they are people you love, especially if they are family, the innocent. its always the innocent who pay the highest price.

‘i wonder what she’s doing now, who’s gonna knock on her door and tell her im gone.’ he thought. ‘hopefully price. he’s the one with tact and the most considerate. he’ll help her when i’m gone, keep an eye on her.’

the sweet smell of your hair replaced for a moment the one of blood and gunpowder, your laughter still echoing in his ears. he pictured your sweet face and big innocent eyes looking up at him.

“promise me something?”

“mhm?” he hummed, surprised you were still up. his hand hadn’t stopped caressing your hair since you laid down on his chest, your hand resting on his collarbone as your ear listened to his calm heartbeat. “yeah, anything.”

“promise me you’ll always come back.” you whispered in the dark room. “promise me, simon.”

he nodded, taken aback by your request. you weren’t the fondest of his job, he knew it, he hated to concern you like he did.

“yes.”

“promise.” you urged. “please.”

he bent his head down and kissed the top of yours, his arm sliding down your back and drawing you closer by your waist. “i will, love. i’ll always come back to you.”

you sighed, the knot of thoughts in your worried head began to untie. “mh.”

“better now?” he softly asked. his voice was hoarse from his constant shouting orders at the obstreperous recruits. you gave a short nod. “i mean it.”

he groaned as he managed to get the body off of himself, struggling to get on his knees.

fucks sake, he couldn’t let you live with him gone like this. it was selfish of him to leave you in such an abrupt way, really. he tried to push away the image of you opening the door to find price with a carton box filled with simons stuff from the barracks with the balaclava and skull mask on top and your knees hitting the floor before he could even say anything.

his legs didn’t feel like they could hold his weight up, he immediately fell to his knees as he heard another rapid fire too near him for his liking. his gun was long gone, he had to manage to survive alone, again.

“crawlin’ it is.” he breathed as he started to drag his tired body with the strength of his arms alone. you had always praised his strength: he could lift you with one arm alone, you loved to be held and hold on to his arm anywhere and at anytime. that was the main reason he always pushed for more while training, and the motivation your sweet compliments always gave him now were gonna save his life. he made a mental note to kiss and hold you a little longer and tighter if he ever made it home alive.

he could see the building his team was supposed to meet up in case things got bad. it looked so far away that it was alarmingly close. maybe it was just his messed up vision, a mirage, but he could swear he saw you from a window looking at him, urgently motioning him to come.

he brought the thick balaclava above his nose so he could breathe better and as enemy gunfire continued to flow, he kept his head low as he moved dead bodies from his way.

he could hear your voice calling for him and he wanted to call you for you back, but the noises of the battlefield were hurrying him to get to the safe zone first.

he stumbled by the door as he brought himself up, one hand stabilizing him as he held on to the doorframe as the other went to press on his wound.

“lt!” johnnys voice called before he rushed to help him. “ye cheeky bastard, i told them not to leave yet, to wait for ye.”

“gaz saw you get shot.” price swung simon’s arm over his shoulder in order to help him to the nearest table, where he laid down.

“he saw that right.” simon bit the inside of his cheek as price inspected his wound, pressing on it. “is he a‘ight?”

“he’s fine, hit his head but had his helmet on, he’s getting checked out by the medics.” price informed him as simon winced at the sharp pain. “there’s at least two bullets in here, didn’t pass through, stuck.”

“just take ‘em the fuck out.” simon groaned. “how’s it lookin’?”

“you’ll live.” price patted his shoulder in comfort before he went to call a medic.

“we really thought we’d lost ye there, lt.” johnny’s face was glowing with sweat and blood, the black war paint smudged messily all around his face and his mohawk dusted.

“helicopter’s leaving in thirty, boys!” price’s baritone voice called from the other room.

simon scoffed, sighing and closing his eyes, finally letting himself relax as your figure started to fade from the corner of the room where it’d been standing, silently looking at him. “won’t lose me, can’t wait to go home, johnny.”

[goodlucktai]

16 for the dialogue prompts?

dialogue prompts

16. “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.”

@dandywonderous im so sorry about this in advance 🥹

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When they were little, and they started wearing masks because Mikey wanted to be like the heroes he watched in Saturday morning cartoons, Donnie asked Splinter to cut the tails of his short so they wouldn’t get in his way.

Leo thought that was a crazy decision, because if the tails were short they wouldn’t match Raph’s. 

“So?” Donnie said, unscrewing the bottom panel of the oscillating fan he stole from Splinter’s room. 

“So what?” Leo said. 

“So what if I don’t match Raph? I don’t have to,” Donnie pointed out, a seven year old at his most reasonable.

His twin blinked, then his striped cheeks puffed out, brow furrowing, fully not understanding the question. He wanted to do everything Raphie did, but denied it when anyone told him so. 

This certain proof of that behavior made Donnie smile, quiet and indulgent the way he only ever was for his other half, but only when it was just the two of them. 

Leo whined and kicked his feet but Donnie wouldn’t tell him what was funny. 

Those long blue mask tails are sodden and heavy as Donnie shifts them out of the way, leaving a sickening trail of red where they drag against Leo’s neck and shoulder. 

They’re pinned down, what’s left of the tunnel groaning and shifting around them, at least three Technodromes filling the sky outside. Donnie can feel the hum of impending doom in his teeth. 

“Hush, Nardo,” Donnie whispers, hand clamped over Leo’s mouth hard, even though it cuts him to have to do this. “You can’t scream, mellizo. Hush.”

His twin writhes, digging at Donnie’s grip with desperate fingers. His chest is heaving, eyes wild with pain. The rosy glow of Raph’s ninpo is all they have to see by as the projection hovers above them in case of another collapse. In the dim light, Donnie can almost pretend it’s mud he’s kneeling in, warm and slick and pooling at an alarming rate from the slab of concrete that Leo’s right arm has been crushed under.  

The safe zone has been compromised. It’s devastating, but not at all surprising. Two of their scouts didn’t report in when they should have, baseline humans who didn’t have a hope of resisting the Krang’s method of interrogation, so it was only a matter of time before the enemy came knocking. 

April, Mikey and Cass have been evacuating their people and transporting supplies in and out of sunny orange portals all morning while Draxum, Hob and Usagi guarded their every move with eagle-eyed vigilance. 

Donnie, Raph and Leo were holding the Krang at bay for every extra second that they could, but they stayed out there a second too long. 

Now Leo is bleeding and the Krang hounds are prowling, their horrible faces scraping the ground as they sniff out that rich source of life, and Donnie’s mind is blank with panic. They’re trapped, and if he lets go then Leo will scream and bring death down on them, and if he doesn’t then death will come anyway, with teeth and venom.

“Shhh, Lilo,” Donnie tries to soothe, imagining Leo’s sweet, bright ‘shhh yourself, Dodo!’ in place of the uncomprehending whine he gets in response. “God, I’m so sorry. It’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Maybe we should pray, he thinks wildly. Not to god, because that would be a spectacular waste of breath, but to one of the people who left the party early and might be willing to toss a miracle or two in their direction. Papa, or Gram-gram, or April’s mom. 

The red projection surrounding them begins to shrink. Slowly, making sure the rocks above and around them won’t shift, until the ninpo is just a warm glow beneath Raph’s skin. Donnie feels a rush of relief and anticipation—Raph has a plan, Raph will tell him what to do. 

Raph puts one arm around Donnie’s shoulders and cups Leo’s face with his other hand, stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb. Blood smears beneath his fingers. His expression is hard to read in the dark underground. 

“You’ll be alright, big man,” Raph murmurs, all conviction, as if he can make it true out of sheer love. If anyone could, it would be him. Then he says, “Donnie, can you cut him out?”

The question makes his stomach lurch with nausea, bitter and acidic, but it’s a question that he can answer. After fighting in a three-turtle team for the better part of two hours, Donnie’s ninpo feels like coffee dregs left in the bottom of an empty pot. He has enough strength left that he could summon a tool for an emergency amputation, but only that. 

“Not quickly,” he says pointedly, “or quietly.”

Raph nods. He just sits there for a minute, holding them. They don’t have a minute and Raphie knows that but he’s just holding them. Donnie’s heart begins to race in a brand-new direction, some frightened thing in his very center sitting up and taking notice. 

Donatello has always been an incredible number of things, not all of them good or noble or worth bragging about, but above all else, at the end of each and every day, he was Raphael’s little brother. 

Donnie didn’t imitate him when they were kids—didn’t wear his mask tails long or find reasons to follow him around—but he was every firm hug Donnie needed to keep his skin from itching when life got too loud. He was an attentive, listening audience when Donnie had to talk about the things pingponging around in his mind without being interrupted or he’d scream. He was the large hands that held Donnie’s, the snaggle-toothed face that smiled in encouragement, when Donnie learned to walk. 

Donnie knew him fundamentally. Intrinsically. A textbook he never had to study, knowledge that grew up with him from the first moment he opened his eyes to the big, bright world. That’s how he knew what was about to happen the second before it did. 

“No,” Donnie says hoarsely. “Please don’t.” 

“Raphie’s gotcha,” Raph says warmly, the last steadfast and solid and remarkably kind thing left in the apocalypse.

He reaches down and presses the panic button on Donnie’s gauntlet. The alert activates with a bright pinging sound effect, echoing twice in their little disaster-made cavern as it’s received by Leo and Raph’s comms, and the Krang hounds nearby whine and bark in excitement. Their claws churn up earth and rock as they start to run.

Raph spares a second to press a kiss against Donnie’s temple, and another to Leo’s forehead, and then he’s gone. The light goes with him. Donnie shakes like a leaf, unreasonably cold, unable to think. 

Leo is half out of his mind by now, sobbing and jerking at his trapped limb, but all his agony is soundly drowned out by the brutal battle Raphael is leading far away from them. 

“Hush,” Donnie whispers, eyes stinging so badly he can hardly keep them open, tears dripping endlessly down his face. “It’ll be over soon.”

[diorsluv]

feather , part 1

“ not another take ”

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spoilers for jjk261

(im so upset right now and i don’t even know if this is canon accurate but i needed to vent my feelings so take this small drabble lol)

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“b-but… it’s his body…”

“y/n—”

“no. you… you can’t expect me to be okay with this.”

“…we’re not asking you to be okay with it.”

you’re not sure who says it but your heart sinks at the words.

they’re all surrounding you but you can’t see them through the tears. you know shoko’s there, yuuta too—but… but that’s only because he’s the one who’s…—

you can’t even say the words.

“he deserves peace,” you argue, words choked and raspy. “he’s at peace. it’s—it’s not right to just use his body like this… like a weapon!”

“he agreed. you did too.”

“i thought he’d win!”

and the words wretch past your lips, ripping every bit of shield you’d built up to protect yourself since this godforsaken battle had begun. you hadn’t been okay with gojo fighting sukuna, not by himself, but it hadn’t mattered because he was the strongest and the decision was out of your hands.

you’d been comforted by that fact, though, all the same. gojo was the strongest, so you hadn’t doubted his ability to win.

but he hadn’t. gojo lost, as sick as the words seemed to even think, and you’d been forced to watch the man you love die right in front of your eyes.

and now?

now they wanted to use his body as a weapon.

hands fall on your shoulders and you blink through blurred vision to see shoko staring down at you. her eyes are distant and cold but there’s a frown on her lips and you know she’s trying to comfort you in anyway she knows how to.

it doesn’t help.

“y/n-sensei.”

it’s yuuta calling for you.

“i promise i’ll treat his body with care.”

and his words pull a sob from your lips. it’s beyond your ability to stop it or at least hold it back. through the silence of the room, your sob sounds like a scream as you collapse within yourself, falling to the floor pitifully.

because yuuta was just as much a victim now as gojo was and yet, here he was comforting you. you’re supposed to be the adult and the one guiding him and yet it was kids fighting this war and paying the consequences for the actions of adults.

and there’s nothing you can do to stop this. not for yuuta, yourself or for gojo.

gojo. the man you love, a man whose been used as a weapon his entire life and you’re powerless to stop it from happening even in his death.

as you sit there, crumpled on the ground, crying and sobbing in front of everyone—shoko’s hand squeezes your shoulder and yuuta is smiling at you but everyone else just stares—you think that maybe geto was right all along.

and the thought comes with a burning hatred for those who’ve made it this way.

[nayeonie99]

MinaYeon and SaMo / When World's collide

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"Alright everyone, you can take a short break". Mina heard her ballet teacher say, and everyone collapsed to the hard ground.

"My thighs are burning". Her best friend, Hirai Momo said and sat down next to her.

"Mrs.Park is so cruel to us". Momo groaned and started rubbing her thighs up and down, to warm up her sore muscles.

"That's why she's the best". Mina said and Momo looked at her with a brow lifted.

"I mean, she's only cruel to us because she wants the best for us. She wants us to be successful". Mina said and started stretching her legs.

"Or she's just a sadist". Momo said and smirked at Mina, who just rolled her eyes with a playful smile on her lips.

"Okay everyone, the break is over". Mrs.Park said while clapping her hands together.

"Let's try this again". She said and they all gathered next to the ballet bars with one hand on the wood pole.

This was basically what everyday looked like for Myoui Mina.

Wake up, eat breakfast, go to ballet school and train, go home, take a shower, eat dinner and then go to sleep.

Pretty boring, right?

Well, not for Mina.

She was a person who always wanted to have a structured and perfect life style. Mina was someone who always had to plan everything ahead, she always had a plan B.

But what Mina couldn't include into her perfect life plan was Im Nayeon.

-

"Sana look, I know I promised you to go to this party, but I'm really exhausted". Nayeon said and plopped down on her bed in the apartment she was sharing with her best friend Minatozaki Sana.

"But going alone is so boring". Sana whined, while she was standing in front of a spread out Nayeon with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Please, it's not like you don't know anyone there. Maybe there's a cute girl you can hook up with". Nayeon said and leaned up to wiggle her eyebrows at Sana, who couldn't fight the grin forming on her lips.

"Who cares about girls. I care about you". Sana said and pouted at the Korean girl.

"You can be such a sweetheart if you want something from me, Minatozaki Sana". Nayeon said and when her famous gummy smile started forming on her face, Sana knew she wouldn't go alone to this party.

Im Nayeon was probably the whole opposite of Myoui Mina.

She was messy, spontaneous, unstructured, rebellious and she never had a clue about anything in her life.

But what Nayeon didn't know yet, is that when her unstructured and chaotic world will collide with Mina's structured and perfect world, it will switch her life completely upside down.

-

"Are you going to this party I told you about ?". Momo asked Mina, while they were packing their things together after the training ended.

"No, why? Are you going?". Mina asked curiously.

"Yes, I think I will. I'm sick of always doing the same. I want to have fun for once, don't you agree?". Momo said and closed the zipper of her duffel bag.

"Do you even know anyone there?". Mina asked and Momo couldn't help but smile.

"Mina, it's not always about knowing people. It’s about letting loose for once. Who cares if I don't know anyone there? I'm not going there to meet new people, I'm going there to have fun, to loose control".

"To loose control?". Mina mumbled more to herself than saying it directly to Momo.

"Yeah, look. How about you come with me? Then we know at least each other and if you feel uncomfortable or if you don't like it we leave".

"I don't know Momo…". Mina said and clenched her hand around the strap of her duffel bag hanging over her shoulder.

"Come on Mitang. You can't tell me you're not getting bored with always doing the same thing every single day". Momo said and put her own bag over her shoulder.

Mina was really thinking about it.

Either she'll go home, have dinner, cuddle with her dog Ray and go to bed.

Or she'll go to the party with Momo, full of gross, sweaty and drunk people, who don't know how to keep their hands to themselves.

"Yeah, no. I'll pass. Have fun though". Mina said and Momo let out a sigh, not surprised at all that Mina declined her offer.

"Alright Miss goody two shoes. Have fun alone in your cold, lonely apartment". Momo said with a teasing smirk and all Mina could do was scoff in annoyance.

Momo blew her one last kiss when they exited the ballet school and then they parted ways.

"I'm home". Mina called into her apartment. When she heard little step sounds she had to smile.

"Hey buddy". She said and knelt down to pat her dog Ray.

"Did you miss me?". She asked and he let out a loud bark, which made Mina giggle.

"I missed you too". She said and patted him one last time before standing back up to take off her shoes.

She took a quick shower and got dressed into her sleeping clothes. While Mina was eating her Ramen on her couch, a random Drama was playing on TV.

"Ray, you know what Momo called me today?". She asked her dog, as if he would respond to her.

"Miss goody two shoes. Can you believe that? How dare she? I know how to have fun". She scoffed once again and slurped the rest of the broth in her bowl.

"I'm not boring. I can let loose as well". She mumbled to herself and set her bowl aside.

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this". She said and grabbed her phone to call Momo.

"Hey Mi-".

"Hey, send me the address of the party. I'm coming with you, bye". She rambled and quickly hang up. She probably stared at her phone screen for at least 2 minutes without blinking.

When her screen lit up with a text message from Momo, she quickly clicked on it and saw the address attached to it.

"Pray for me Ray". She said and stood up to get dressed into different clothes because, well, she couldn't appear there with her penguin onesie.

She put on some light make up and some perfume as well. She grabbed her purse, where she put her phone and keys in and then made her way to the address Momo had sent her earlier.

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"Hey guy's, I'm glad you made it". Son Chaeyoung said when Nayeon and Sana walked into the house.

"It took me a bit of convincing to get her ass out of bed, but I was successful as you can see". Sana said and hooked her arm around Nayeon's.

Nayeon just playfully rolled with her eyes and they got inside to greet everyone else they knew.

The party got heated pretty quick and it didn't took long for Mina and Momo to arrive as well.

To say that everyone was shocked to see these two was an understatement. They instantly stood out of the crowd.

The eyes on them made Mina more than uncomfortable. Even Momo felt a bit uncomfortable even though she usually likes the attention.

Everyone could tell they usually don't go to parties like these.

"Chae, who are they?". Sana asked and eyed Mina and Momo curiously.

"I have no idea". Chaeyoung breathed out, struck in awe because of these two beautiful girls.

"I call dips on the one with bangs and big titts". Sana said and Nayeon slapped her arm.

"What? You can have her little girlfriend over there". She said and smirked at Nayeon.

Nayeon would be lying that she wouldn't be interested in talking to this beautiful woman.

"Well, how about we give them a sweet welcome". Sana said and wiggled her eyebrows at Nayeon and Chaeyoung.

"She's unbelievable". Chaeyoung scoffed and watched, together with Nayeon, how confident the Japanese girl approached the two anonymous women.

"Hey, my name is Sana". Sana said and smiled at Momo and Mina.

"Hi, I'm Momo. And that's my best friend Mina". Momo said and pointed at each of them, while she introduced them.

"Nice to meet you both". Sana said and eyed Momo with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"The pleasure is all mine". Momo said and this made Sana smirk.

"Is it?". Sana asked and this made Momo smirk as well.

Mina wasn't dumb. They were clearly flirting with each other. She felt like a third wheel already.

"Would you like to drink something?". Sana asked and pointed to her own cup full with some alcoholic beverage.

"We would love to, right Mina?". Momo asked Mina and she just nodded her head.

"That's what I like to hear". Sana said and excused herself to get them their drinks. Sana quickly grabbed Nayeon's wrist, to drag her into the kitchen of the house.

"Ouch Sana that hu-".

"Stop crying around and listen to me. You have to come with me and talk to the other girl".

"And why should I do that ? I didn't even wanted to come here in the first place. What happened to "I care about you" huh?". Nayeon asked and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Nayeon, please. I mean look at them. They're beautiful and the girl I'm talking to is definitely interested, so can you please talk to her friend, so I can have her all to myself?".

"Ugh, I swear you are the worst best friend on the world". Nayeon scoffed and helped filling the cups with Sana.

"Don't pretend that you aren't interested in the other girl. I saw you looking at her with this specific look in your eyes". Sana said and smirked at Nayeon, while they were making their way back to Mina and Momo.

"Alright guys, here are your drinks and this is my best friend Nayeon. Nayeon these are Mina and Momo". Sana said and introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet you both". Nayeon said and smiled at them with her bunny smile, because she knows that this makes girls weak in their knees.

"N-Nice to meet you too". Mina stuttered out and quickly took a sip of her drink, to hide the blush forming on her cheeks.

"Are you from around? I've never seen you here". Sana asked and looked at Momo with lustful eyes already.

"Oh yeah, we live here in Seoul actually. We just don't have a lot of time to come to parties like this". Momo said and took a sip of her drink.

"What a shame". Sana said and licked her lips, before taking a sip herself.

"What about you both?". Momo asked and Mina kept staring at Nayeon from the corner of her eyes.

"We both live here in Seoul as well. This is actually a party from a close friend of ours". Nayeon said and looked at Mina a little bit longer than actually intended.

It's not her fault that Mina is so breathtaking up close.

"Would you like to dance?". Sana asked Momo and her eyes lit up with mischief.

"I'd love to". Momo said and grabbed Sana's hand to drag her to the dance floor.

"Not shy at all huh?". Nayeon asked Mina and leaned against the wall, while she was standing next to her, watching Sana and Momo grinding against each other on the dance floor.

"Huh? Oh, Momo? Yeah, no, definitely not". Mina said and Nayeon could tell she was uncomfortable.

"You don't really like partying, right?". Nayeon asked and Mina eyed her with amusement.

"Is it that obvious?". She asked and Nayeon just smiled at her.

"I actually wanted to stay home tonight as well, but Sana was basically begging me to come here, so here I am". Nayeon said and giggled before taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, partying isn't really my thing". Mina said and Nayeon eyed her curiously.

"Then what’s your thing ?". She asked and all she could see right now was Mina.

"Oh, dancing, ballet actually". Mina said and Nayeon's brows lifted in surprise.

"Well, if you're as good as your friend over there, then I'm sure you look magnificent while you're dancing". Nayeon said and leaned her head to the side against the wall, to stare at Mina.

"I always envied Momo for her confidence. I'm only confident when I dance". Mina said, the alcohol getting to her already.

"Why did you come here if you don't like partying?". Nayeon asked and took another sip of her drink.

"I wanted to let loose for once, let go of control". Mina said and turned her head to look at Nayeon as well, “That's stupid though, right?". She breathed out and Nayeon felt captivated by Mina's chocolate eyes.

"No, not at all". Nayeon rasped out and her eyes darted down to Mina's lips. She saw Mina gulp and felt her heart beating faster than before.

"Mina". Momo screamed and Nayeon and Mina snapped out of their trance.

"Come dance with me". Momo said and grabbed Mina's hand. Sana stood next to Nayeon and watched Momo dragging Mina onto the dance floor.

"I think I'm in love". Sana dramatically clenched her hand over her heart.

"Shut up you idiot, don't be stupid". Nayeon said and laughed, while her eyes never left Mina's figure.

Now Nayeon knew what Mina meant, when she said she can only loose control and be confident when she's dancing.

Mina looked like an angel. Captivating everyone with her elegant and gracious movements.

"Wow". Sana breathed out, watching Momo and Mina with opened mouth.

"Wow indeed". Nayeon breathed out and stared at them with adoration.

When the song switched to a slow one, Nayeon and Sana both rushed to the dance floor to grab both of Momo's and Mina's waist.

"May I have this dance?". Nayeon asked and grabbed Mina's hand to press a chaste kiss on top of it.

Usually Mina would hate it if a stranger touches her like this, but with Nayeon it was different, it felt... right.

"Yes, you may". Mina played along and smiled at Nayeon.

"Unfortunately I'm not that good of a dancer". Nayeon said and wrapped her arms around Mina's waist. Mina wrapped her arms around the back of Nayeon's neck.

"That's fine". She breathed out and leaned the side of her temple on Nayeon's shoulder.

While they were dancing, Mina met Momo's gaze and they smiled at each other, exchanging words without needing to talk to each other.

"I can feel your heart beat". Mina rasped out and leaned her head up to place her hand over Nayeon's heart.

Nayeon looked into Mina's eyes and in this second Mina's heart beat synchronised with Nayeon's.

"You said you came here to loose control, right?". Nayeon asked and all Mina could do was nod her head.

"Then loose control with me". Nayeon whispered and connected her lips with Mina's. Mina was taken aback at first, but soon relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around the back of Nayeon's neck again.

The kiss was passionate, they could both taste the alcoholic beverage's they were drinking earlier. When Nayeon bit Mina's bottom lip, Mina couldn't help the quiet moan leaving her mouth.

"Fuck". Nayeon huffed out when they pulled away.

"Yeah". Mina shakily breathed out and slowly let go of Nayeon's hair she was clenching her fingers into a few seconds ago.

"What the fuck are you doing?". A sharp voice hissed at Nayeon, and Mina felt a rough hand pulling her away from Nayeon.

"Jihyo, please don't make a scene right now". Nayeon said to the girl apparently called Jihyo.

"Oh and how I will make a scene. Who the fuck is this bitch, huh? Are you gonna take her home, fuck her and then leave her the next morning like you did with me, huh?". Jihyo hissed at Nayeon and punched her finger in her chest with each word she said.

Mina felt a pang of hurt setting off in her chest. The whole room was completely silent now, everyone was watching the encounter between Nayeon and Jihyo.

"Jihyo I-".

"No, you know what? You can go fuck yourself, Nayeon. How could I be so stupid". Jihyo said and slammed the door of the house on her way out.

"Momo, can we go now please?". Mina asked with shaky voice, and Momo instantly nodded her head, “Yes, of course". She said and grabbed their purses.

"Mina I-".

"No". Mina cut Nayeon off, her tone ice cold, making Nayeon shiver.

"I can't believe I really thought that this was something special". Mina scoffed, her voice showing not a single emotion.

"It is something spec-".

"No, it's not. Do you really think I'm believing you after the show one of your girlies just did?". Mina said and felt Momo tugging on her wrist.

"Don't even think about following us". Mina said and glared at her.

"Sana, please tell them". Nayeon begged her best friend.

"Mina, Momo, it's really not what it looks like. It’s all a big misunderstanding". Sana said and wanted to grab Momo's hand, but Momo pulled away. Sana's face clearly showed that this action hurt her.

"I think it's the best if we leave now". Momo said and smiled slightly at Sana.

"No, please". Sana breathed out. This time Momo let Sana grab her wrist. Sana’s grip tightened around it.

"Goodbye". Momo said with shaky voice, her thumb running over Sana's hand one last time, before Mina dragged her out of the house.

"Fuck". Nayeon breathed out, her fingers running through her hair, “What?". She hissed at the crowd that started to form, “The show is over". She said and pushed her body through the crowd of drunk people.

-

When Mina woke up the next day, she really tried to do everything as usual, her routine, her structured life. But it wasn't working. Something felt different, her body felt different. But not a good kind of different. She instantly thought about Nayeon when she woke up.

The way she looked at her, smiled at her, talked to her. Her smell, her voice, her lips...

But it probably was the way she talked to all of the girls she wants to fuck. At least that's what Mina told herself like a mantra. When she went to ballet training, she couldn't concentrate at all. Momo felt the same way. Sana and Nayeon left a hole in their hearts no one else could fill. No one, except Sana and Nayeon themselves.

"Sana texted me". Momo said, while Mina and her were showering after training was over.

"You gave her your number?". Mina gasped and Momo nodded her head.

"I mean… we both know what would've happened if this Jihyo girl didn't show up while we were dancing". Momo said and started scrubbing her body with her body wash.

Mina blushed at the imagination of Nayeon hovering over her, kissing her, tasting her...

"It's better this way". Mina said and then felt a pair of eyes on her.

"You know, what if Sana was right? And all of this is really just a big misunderstanding?".

"Please, that’s ridiculous". Mina scoffed and washed the shampoo out of her hair.

"I'm being serious, Mina. I never felt something like this towards someone like I did with Sana. I really want to see her again. I can't think about anything else and I'm sure you feel the same way about Nayeon".

"No". Mina said a little bit too quickly for Momo's taste.

"Please, Mina. You never were a good liar". Momo said, while she washed the soap off her body.

"Ugh fine, what if I miss her? She's a player and Sana is probably as well".

"You don't even know her". Momo said, her eyes staring at Mina's.

"Do you?". Mina shot back and Momo's eyes slightly widened, “That's what I thought". Mina said and shut off her water.

"I don't know what you will do, but I'll concentrate on ballet and my studies". Mina said and wrapped her towel around her body.

"You can do whatever you want, Momo. You’re a grown woman, you don't need my permission to see her. You can meet whoever you want". Mina said and walked closer to Momo.

"The only thing I don't want, is for you to get hurt. That's all I care about. You're my best friend and I love you". Mina breathed out, her thumb slowly caressing Momo's wet cheek.

"I just never saw you this happy for a while, like I did last night". Momo said and it caught Mina off guard.

"What do you mean?". Mina asked and Momo shut off her water as well, wrapping her towel around her body.

"I never saw you smile like you did last night. Even if Nayeon is a player, maybe she would change for you, because in my opinion a player wouldn't look at you like that". Momo said and walked passed Mina.

"Like what?". Mina called after her.

"Like you're the most beautiful and precious thing she ever laid her eyes on". Momo said and turned around to smile at Mina, before leaving the shower stalls.

-

"Are you sure this is the right place, Sana?". Nayeon asked her nervously, while they were waiting for the two Japanese girls to leave the ballet school.

"Yes, this is definitely the right place. Momo talked about it to me last night". Sana said and leaned against Nayeon's car.

"I'm pissing my pants dude". Nayeon said and couldn't stop walking up and down.

"Yeonie, calm down, okay?". Sana said, after she grabbed Nayeon's shoulders to pull her next to her.

"I don't know about you, but I can't stop thinking about Momo. It’s like she put a spell on me with her damn, dark sexy eyes and I bet it's the same for you with Mina". Sana said and Nayeon just nodded along.

"Okay, so, can you please shut up? And let me talk alright?". Sana said and Nayeon kept nodding along.

-

When Mina and Momo packed up their things and got dressed, they made their way out of the ballet school. The warm heat of the sun hitting their bodies when they left through the glass doors of the school.

"Mina, don't freak out, okay?". Momo said after she saw Sana and Nayeon leaning against a car, watching the exit with puppy eyes.

"Eh? Why should I freak out?". Mina asked and looked confused at Momo.

"Nayeon and Sana are here". Momo said and Mina's eyes instantly widened.

"Momo no, I'm not-".

"Come on, Mina. Let's at least hear what they have to say".

"They probably want to swoon us with their sugarcoated words". Mina scoffed and felt Momo's arm linking with her own, “Let's go". Momo said and couldn't help the grin forming on her lips.

When Sana and Nayeon saw them walking towards their direction, they instantly felt their own hearts skyrocketing to the sky.

"Momo". Sana said and grabbed Momo’s hand, to stop her from walking past them.

"What do you want?". Momo asked and snapped her hand away from Sana’s grip.

"Would you both please give us a chance to explain the whole situation that happened last night? Let's go out together for Dinner this evening. You're both probably tired now and need to rest. We would pick you up around 8pm, if that's fine with you?". Sana asked and placed her hand on Nayeon's shoulder.

Nayeon was staring at Mina the whole time while Sana was talking, and Mina was trying her best to ignore those sweet brown eyes of Nayeon's

"Okay". Momo agreed and Nayeon's eyes instantly snapped towards her.

"Really?". Sana gawked.

"Yes, did I stutter ?" Momo asked and lifted her brows at her.

"O-Okay, sweet, umm, see you at 8?".

"Yeah". Momo hummed, dragging Mina along with her, walking away from Nayeon and Sana. When Momo and Mina were out of sight, Sana smirked at Nayeon with mischief glistening in her eyes.

"Who's the bestes best friend on this whole entire world?". Sana asked and did a happy dance in front of Nayeon.

"Please, bestes isn't even a word". Nayeon scoffed and walked around her car to sit down in the drivers seat.

"Oh, so you would've done it better? If you would've done it, we would be probably still standing here, because you would stutter yourself to death". Sana smirked and Nayeon glared at her, after Sana sat down in the passenger seat.

"Whatever". Nayeon mumbled and started the engine to drive them to their apartment.

-

When the clock stroked 8 o'clock, Nayeon and Sana were impatiently waiting for Mina and Momo in front of Mina’s apartment.

"Mina, will you stop? You look perfect, okay?". Momo rolled her eyes, after Mina asked her for like the 100th time how she looks.

"Okay, fine". Mina huffed and looked at her reflection one last time, before she grabbed her purse.

"Nayeon will drool over you, so don't worry about it". Momo smirked at Mina, when she grabbed her own purse and fixed her hair one last time in the mirror.

"We are just meeting them to listen to what they have to say, nothing else". Mina pointed a finger at Momo.

"Well, I don't know about you, Minari. But if this goes well, I'll definitely let Sana hit". Momo said and wrapped her fist around Mina's finger, making a jerking-off motion.

"You're such a perv, stop". Mina whined, but couldn't help but laugh at her best friend’s goofiness.

"Let's go". Momo smirked and hooked her arm around Mina's, to walk outside of Mina's apartment. When they left the entrance of the building, Nayeon and Sana were already waiting in front of Nayeon's car for them.

"You look beautiful". Both, Sana and Nayeon said at the same time to each, Momo and Mina, when the two Japanese women stood in front of them.

Mina and Momo thanked them with a shy smile and rosy cheeks, before they all got into Nayeon's car, to drive to the restaurant where Nayeon made a reservation for tonight. Sana and Momo sat down in the backseat, while Mina and Nayeon sat down at the front. Nayeon put some music on, so it's not so quiet in the car since neither of the four knew what to say. There was a built up tension in the car all four of them could feel.

After Nayeon parked her car into one of the parking spots in front of the restaurant, Nayeon and Sana both opened the door for each, Mina and Momo and walked into the warm, cozy restaurant.

"Hello, I made a reservation for four people on the name Im Nayeon". Nayeon said and the waitress looked at her with heart eyes. Mina couldn't help giving her a death glare, while the waitress was walking them to their table.

"Enjoy the evening". The waitress said and smiled at them. Mina just rolled her eyes and watched her walk away, back to the reception.

"Alright. You both wanted to talk to us, so talk". Momo said after they ordered their drinks and food. Sana couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips. She was always a sucker for straight forward girls.

"Right. Well, like Sana said earlier, the whole thing that happened yesterday with Jihyo was a big misunderstanding". Nayeon tried to clarify, but was instantly cut off by Mina.

"So you didn't fuck her?".

"I did". Nayeon said and Mina felt jealousy bubbling up inside of her.

"Oh? Was it good?". Mina scoffed and Sana nearly choked on her wine because she had to chuckle at Mina's boldness.

"My apologies". Sana tried to say with a straight face, which made Momo press her lips together to not let out a chuckle as well.

"That's not the point. The point is, that I was talking to Jihyo for a while, before I slept with her. I did leave in the morning because I got a phone call from Sana because she needed help with her motorcycle". Nayeon said and Mina's eyes instantly softened.

"You have a motorcycle?". Momo asked excitedly.

"Mhm. Want me to take you for a ride some time?". Sana asked and placed her chin on her palm, to look at Momo with adoring eyes.

"Yes, I'd love that". Momo warmly smiled at Sana, which Sana instantly returned.

When their food arrived at their table they stopped talking, while the waiter was placing everything down.

"Anyway, I forgot to inform Jihyo and she thought I used her for sex, which I didn't. I'd never do something like that". Nayeon said after the waiter left their table.

"Yes, I can confirm. It was really just a big misunderstanding". Sana said and Nayeon quickly nodded her head.

"Okay". Mina said and started eating her food.

"Okay? So... does that mean you'll give me a chance?". Nayeon asked carefully and Mina couldn't help the smile forming on her lips.

"Yes, you dumbass. I'll give you a chance". Mina grinned and the biggest smile started forming on Nayeon's face.

"Thank you". Nayeon said and they all started to eat in comfortable silence. They all shared funny stories from each of them here and then, which made them all laugh. All in all was it a successful evening for all of them. Nayeon and Sana paid for each of them. Nayeon for Mina and herself and Sana for Momo and herself. At first Nayeon wanted to pay for all of them, but Sana quickly declined her offer.

-

"Would you like to have the ride tonight?". Sana asked Momo after they all sat back down in Nayeon's car.

"Sure, if that's fine with you". Momo said and Sana smiled at her. They were sitting much closer, compared to their way to the restaurant. Sana's hand was intertwined with Momo's, while Momo's head was rested on Sana’s shoulder.

Nayeon had her right hand on Mina's left thigh, rubbing her thumb up and down gently, which drove Mina absolutely insane. When Nayeon dropped Sana and Momo off in front of their apartment, Momo and Sana said goodbye to Nayeon and Mina and Momo blew Mina a quick kiss with her hand.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a girl who's into motorcycle's". Sana grinned and grabbed Momo's hand to walk with her to the garage.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, Sana-ssi". Momo said with a smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh? Is that so?". Sana asked and pulled Momo closer by her waist. Momo instantly placed her hands on Sana's shoulder, humming softly.

"You're the most loveable and beautiful person I've ever met". Sana softly said, while she stroked Momo's cheek gently with her thumb. To say that Momo's heart nearly jumped out of her chest was an understatement.

"Aren't you a sweet talker, Minatozaki Sana?". Momo breathed out with a pink blush painting her cheeks. Sana just smiled at her and placed a gentle kiss on Momo's forehead.

"Come on". Sana said and pulled Momo into her garage, where her motorcycle was standing.

"That's my baby". Sana proudly said when she switched on the light of the garage. Her hand swiftly stroked over the leather seat of the black Kawasaki motorcycle. Momo walked closer to the motorcycle and gawked at it with shiny eyes. When Momo finally looked at Sana, she already had a helmet over her head, in her hand another one for Momo and Momo's brain nearly went into a meltdown, because how hot can a person be?

"Come here". Sana husked out after she sat down on the seat of the motorcycle. Momo stepped closer to her and Sana gently put the helmet on her head. When everything was secured, Sana patted the space behind her, to signal Momo to sit down behind of her.

"Hold on tight, love". Sana said after she started the engine. Momo nearly melted into a mushy puddle. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Sana's waist. Sana's foot kicked away the stand of the motorcycle and then she took off into the warm summer evening.

-

"10 bucks that Momo and Sana are going to fuck". Nayeon smirked and Mina let out a laugh.

"50 bucks". Mina countered and now Nayeon was the one laughing.

"Did you enjoy tonight?". Nayeon asked and started rubbing her thumb up and down Mina's thigh again, while they were standing at a red light.

"Yes, actually. I really enjoyed this evening, the food was also really good". Mina said and Nayeon nodded her head.

"Even though the waitress flirted with me?". Nayeon smirked at Mina when Mina looked at her with wide eyes and a pink blush on her cheeks.

"You saw that?". Mina whined and covered her face with her hands.

"You aren't really subtle when it comes to this". Nayeon smirked and giggled afterwards.

"Whatever". Mina mumbled, a pout forming on her lips.

"Don't worry. I have a thing for jealous girls". Nayeon smirked and this made Mina blush even more. When Nayeon parked in front of Mina's apartment, she shut the engine off.

"We successfully arrived at your destination, your majesty". Nayeon playfully said, which made Mina giggle.

"I'm glad you had fun". Nayeon sweetly smiled and slid her thumb over Mina's hand, before pressing a chaste kiss on top of it.

"You aren't scared of dogs right ?". Mina asked and Nayeon confusedly knit her brows together, “No, I have a dog myself, why?".

"Would you like to come inside? Only if you want to. I mean you don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm just suggesting that if you're inte-". Mina was quickly shut up by a pair of lips against her own. Mina let out a sigh when their lips started moving in perfect sync. Her hands clenched into Nayeon's jacket.

"You're rambling". Nayeon rasped out when she pulled away, their noses still brushing each other, both slightly out of breath.

"I'd love to come inside". Nayeon said and Mina shyly smiled at her, before she unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of Nayeon's car.

-

When Sana parked her motorcycle in front of Momo's apartment, she put the stand back down on the ground and shut off the engine. Sana quickly got off and lifted Momo up, to place her back down on the ground, which made Momo squeal a little bit. Sana took off her own helmet, before helping Momo with her own. Momo quickly fixed her hair, so it doesn't look too bad, but in Sana's opinion Momo looked like the most beautiful person she has ever laid her eyes on.

"Thank you for the ride, it was amazing. I've always wanted to have a ride with a motorcycle". Momo said and smiled at Sana.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could fulfill this dream for you". Sana smiled and placed her helmet down on the seat.

"Would you like to come inside?". Momo asked and Sana licked her lips, before grinning at her, “Sure, I'd love to". Sana said and felt Momo taking her hand, dragging her upstairs to her apartment. As soon as the door opened, two small furry bodies came rushing to the door. They were barking at Sana, and Momo blushed in embarrassment, “Guys, stop it". Momo said and closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry, they're still young". Momo said, taking off her shoes and hanging up her purse. Sana also took off her shoes and let Momo drag her into her bedroom.

"They're cute, what are their names?". Sana asked, before sitting down at the edge of Momo's bed. Momo’s room was really nice, just like the rest of her apartment. The room smelt like Momo, a scent of vanilla filling Sana’s nose.

"Boo and Dobby". Momo answered and closed the door behind her, so the dogs couldn't come in.

"I get where the name Dobby comes from, I assume Harry Potter?". Sana asked and Momo nodded her head with a smile forming on her face.

"But what about Boo? How did you come up with that name?". Sana curiously asked, and Momo walked closer to her, standing in between Sana's legs.

"You know Monster Inc.?". Momo asked and felt Sana's hands grabbing her hips.

"The kids movie?". Sana chuckled and Momo shyly nodded.

"Yeah, the kids movie". Momo chuckled as well, sliding her fingers through Sana's hair.

"The little girl is named Boo and I think she's really cute, so I named him Boo". Momo explained and Sana just smiled at Momo with adoring eyes.

"Would you like to spent the night?". Momo asked and Sana lifted her brows at that question, “Look at you Hirai. Not shy at all, huh?". Sana teased and smirked at Momo, after a pink blush spread over Momo's cheeks.

"Shut up". Momo whined and shoved Sana's shoulder slightly, “Make me". Sana playfully grinned, but what she didn't expect was for Momo to push her down by her shoulders, to straddle her lap. Sana's eyes slightly widened when Momo's face got really close to her own, a seductive smirk playing around Momo’s lips. Their noses brushed slightly, and Sana let out a shaky breath.

"See, you're all talk". Momo breathed out and wanted to get off Sana's lap, but Sana quickly flipped them over, so she's on top. This time Momo's eyes widened and her mouth slightly opened in shock. The soft gaze in Sana's eyes was replaced by something else. A dark, lustful look now showing on her face.

"Let's see if you still think like that after I fucked you into unconsciousness". Sana husked out and it instantly sent a shiver down Momo's entire body.

"What are you waiting for then?". Momo challenged Sana, licking her lips, eyes darting down towards the other woman's lips. This sucked all of the willpower Sana still had over her body out of it. She leaned down to press her lips against Momo's. The kiss was passionate, hungry, full of want and desire. Sana licked her tongue over Momo's bottom lip, silently asking for permission, which Momo instantly granted.

Their tongues brushed each other, fighting for dominance, which Sana easily won. Sana’s hands started roaming around Momo's body, palming Momo’s breasts over her blouse.

"Fuck". Momo gasped out against Sana's lips, before Sana instantly claimed them with hers again. Sana’s fingers opened every button of Momo's blouse, and when the last button popped open, Sana quickly pulled the blouse off Momo's body, before throwing it somewhere in the room.

Sana pulled back, both of their lips were bruised a little bit already. Her eyes ranked over Momo's exposed skin and Sana couldn't help to bite her lip. Sana’s hands slid up Momo’s thighs, her fingers slowly opened the button and zipper of Momo’s black jeans. Sana slid the jeans down Momo's legs, revealing her black panties that matched with her bra, which made Sana smirk.

"Did you plan this?". Sana husked out and kissed up Momo's stomach, “Maybe…”. Momo shakily breathed out when Sana sucked her sweet spot on her neck.

"You drive me crazy". Sana breathed out, kissing up Momo's jawline, before pressing their lips back together. Sana’s hands slid under Momo's back, to unclasp her bra, which Sana slowly took off, leaving Momo just in her black panties. Sana's eyes were shining at the sight in front of her. It reminded Momo of a little child, opening presents on Christmas Eve.

"You're so beautiful". Sana said and Momo was feeling the heat forming between her legs already. Momo quickly sat up and took Sana's leather jacket off, to throw it to the rest of the clothes sprayed on her floor. Momo’s fingers started working on the buttons on Sana's white buttoned up shirt. After Momo successfully opened every single button, she slowly slid it down Sana's shoulders, to take it completely off.

Momo’s eyes stopped at Sana's white laced bra. Momo’s finger rubbed over the small bow between the space of Sana's breasts with a smirk forming on her lips.

"Cute". Momo hummed and kissed the top of Sana's breasts, which made the younger girl gasp slightly. Momo's fingers snapped the bra open and her eyes hungrily took in Sana's exposed chest. When Momo's eyes darted down to Sana's pants, and she saw a large bulge pressing against the jeans Sana was wearing, Momo looked up to her, to see the nervous look on Sana's face.

Momo just smiled at her and placed gentle kisses over Sana’s stomach, while her fingers expertly opened Sana's belt. Sana bit her lip while she watched Momo sliding the zipper of her pants down, before pulling them down her hips, down to her ankles, so Sana could step out of them.

Sana was left in her black Prada boxers now, a shaky breath left her lips when Momo's palm slid over her bulge. When Momo's fingers slowly slid under the waistband of Sana’s boxers, she stopped to look at Sana one more time, to see if it's really okay. The only thing Sana did was nod her head, and that's all Momo needed to see, to pull Sana’s boxers slowly down her thighs. Momo's eyes slightly widened when Sana's cock slapped up against the underside of her stomach.

Sana was big. Really big. Sana’s cock was thick and veiny. Pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip and when Sana stepped completely out of her boxers she felt Momo's hand wrap around her length. Momo collected the pre-cum with her finger and started to move her hand up and down Sana's dick. Sana was watching in pure bliss and when Momo leaned forward to place a kiss on her tip she let out a low hum. Sana completely lost it when Momo took her cock in her mouth, inch by inch, until Sana was completely buried inside of Momo’s mouth.

"Holy shit". Sana breathed out and grabbed some of Momo's hair. When Momo started bobbing her head, Sana's eyes rolled to the back of her head, the grip on Momo's hair tightened.

"Fuck, baby". Sana moaned out huskily. This made Momo moan against Sana’s dick as well, sending shivers down Sana's whole body.

"Yeah, that's it". Sana cooed when Momo started using her hand as well, while she was sucking Sana's tip.

"Yeah? You like that?". Momo asked with a low voice after she pulled Sana's dick out of her mouth, which drove Sana completely insane.

"Yeah". Sana breathed out and bit her lip when Momo took her back in her mouth.

"I'm close". Sana moaned out and Momo bobbed her head back and forth even faster, “Fuck, I'm gonna cum Momo". Sana moaned out.

"Cum in my mouth". Momo rasped out when she pulled Sana out of her mouth again, before she quickly sucked Sana back in her mouth.

"Oh fuck". Sana groaned, before she shot her cum into Momo's mouth, who eagerly slurped everything up. When Momo pulled Sana out of her mouth, Sana quickly grabbed her chin, to pull her into a kiss. Momo hummed against Sana's lips and felt Sana pushing her back on the bed. Momo's back collapsed against the mattress and she felt Sana's slender fingers sliding under the waistband of her underwear.

Sana quickly pulled them down Momo’s legs, to throw them to the rest of the clothes. Sana wrapped her arms around Momo's thighs, to pull Momo closer to the edge of the bed, which made Momo squeal. Sana smirked at Momo, before kneeling down in front her on the floor. She pressed teasing kisses all over the inside of Momo's thighs, driving the older woman completely crazy.

"Please". Momo huffed out and clenched her hands into the bed sheets.

"What do you want, baby?". Sana asked and Momo's stomach clenched together every time Sana called her that.

"You know what I want". Momo whined and Sana placed teasing kisses around her tummy. Sana’s nails were sliding over Momo's thighs, which made Momo’s hips twitch.

"You have to be a little more specific, sweetie". Sana hummed and slid a long finger through Momo's wetness.

"O-Oh my god, please eat me out". Momo shakily breathed out and that's all Sana needed to hear, before wrapping her arms around Momo's legs again. Sana's tongue darted out, placed it at the bottom of Momo's pussy, before letting it flatly lick up and down Momo’s slit, collecting her juice.

"Holy shit". Momo huffed out, before Sana closed her mouth around her clit, sucking it, massaging it with Sana’s soft lips. Sana could feel Momo's clit pulsating against her tongue each time she licked over it. Momo's hand grabbed the back of Sana's head, to keep her right where she was. Sana placed Momo's legs over her shoulders. Momo was pressing her thighs together, almost suffocating Sana to death, but Sana didn't care at all.

"S-Sana, fuck". Momo cried out and Sana hummed against Momo’s pussy, making Momo's thighs twitch.

When Sana pushed her tongue completely inside of Momo, Momo completely lost it. Her grip on Sana's hair got incredibly tighter, her hips bucked up, fucking herself against Sana's tongue. Sana felt like she died and this is her own personalised heaven. Hirai Momo fucking herself against Sana’s tongue, letting out shaky, breathy moans of Sana’s name.

"I'm gonna cum". Momo groaned out and leaned up to watch Sana between her legs. This sight made her legs tremble and with a last suck to her clit Momo came with a loud squeal, clenching her hands into the sheets. Sana licked her clean, before slowly pulling away from Momo’s pussy, lips glistening with Momo’s wetness. Sana crawled up Momo's body, leaving chaste kisses on her tummy, before taking a nipple into her mouth.

"Mmm, yes". Momo hummed and closed her eyes, while her back arched upward. Sana released Momo’s nipple with a 'pop', before pressing her lips against Momo's. Momo quickly let Sana slide her tongue into her mouth, so Momo could taste herself on Sana's tongue.

Sana pushed Momo towards the direction of where the pillows were resting against the headboard, so Momo could rest her head against them. Sana knelt between Momo's legs and Momo instantly opened them for her. They stared at each other, Sana's hands slowly slid up Momo's thighs, before they stopped on her hips.

"Do you trust me?". Sana asked and oddly, Momo quickly started nodding her head. Without loosing eye contact with Momo, Sana rubbed the tip of her cock up and down Momo's pussy. The room was instantly filled with the noises of Momo’s wetness. Sana positioned the tip against Momo’s pussy and slowly started to push inside of her, watching her cock slide into Momo's tight heat, inch by inch.

"Fuck". Sana groaned out when she was completely buried inside of Momo. Momo's hands wrapped around Sana's neck, pulling her down into a kiss.

"Mmm, yes". Momo breathed out against Sana's lips when Sana started thrusting in and out of her.

"You feel so good". Sana whispered in Momo’s ear and Momo let out a groan. Sana slowly leaned back up to stare down at her. The way Momo was looking at Sana drove her crazy. The way Momo’s eyes always searched Sana’s, the way Momo’s lips slightly parted when Sana hit that specific spot inside of her. All these were facts that drove Sana completely insane.

Sana grabbed Momo's hips with her hands, and Momo's hands instantly clenched in the sheets after Sana started picking up the pace of her thrusts. Sana was watching in pure bliss. She watched how Momo's titts were moving with her thrusts, and the way Momo's hips bucked up, to meet her thrusts was just sinfully good.

"Harder". Momo moaned out and Sana bit her lip, before she put Momo's legs over her shoulders, to fuck her as hard as she could into the mattress of Momo's bed.

"Oh fuck, yes". Momo squeaked out and threw her head back, when Sana's thumb started to rub over her clit as well.

"Don't stop, please don't stop". Momo cried out and Sana moaned because of the way Momo's pussy started to clench around her cock.

"Fuck, Momo". Sana moaned out and Momo let out a whine, “I'm gonna cum". Momo sobbed out and Sana stared at her.

"Yes, cum for me". Sana husked out and thrusted into Momo a few more times, before she felt Momo's legs shaking and Momo’s cum coating her cock.

"Mmm, yes". Sana hummed and kept thrusting inside of Momo slowly, to let her ride out her orgasm. Sana gently placed Momo's legs down on the bed again, to lean down for a kiss. Momo sighed against Sana’s lips and grabbed the back of Sana's neck with her right hand to keep her close.

"I wanna be on top". Momo breathed out against Sana's lips, and who was Sana to decline this kind offer? They quickly switched spots, so Sana was lying down and Momo was straddling her lap. Sana's hands gently rubbed up and down Momo's thighs, and when Momo started rubbing Sana’s tip through her pussy, Sana let out a low hum.

"Put it in, baby". Sana rasped out and Momo slowly sank down on her cock.

"Fuck, yes". Sana moaned out and placed her hands on Momo's hips. Momo's hands shakily placed on top of Sana's stomach, and then Momo started to move her hips.

"Oh my god". Momo rasped out and started to slam down on Sana's cock, hitting the deepest part of her insides every time her hips slammed down on Sana's cock.

"Mhm". Sana hummed and wrapped her arms around Momo's waist, to start meeting her thrusts.

"Sana". Momo cried out and Sana felt her stomach clench together. Sana’s feet planted down on the bed and then she started pounding into Momo, making their skin slap together harshly.

"Yesyesyes, fuck, don't stop". Momo squeaked out and couldn't hold herself up anymore. She collapsed onto Sana's chest and pressed her face in the crook of Sana's neck. Sana's hand slammed down on Momo's ass, spanking her harshly, which let the older girl whine out against her neck.

"Are you close?". Sana shakily asked and spanked Momo again, “Y-Yes". Momo whined out and clenched her hands in Sana's hair.

"Me too baby, let's cum together". Sana said and felt Momo nod against her neck.

"Look at me, I wanna see your pretty face". Sana said and pulled Momo's head up by her hair.

"I want you to cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?". Sana asked and kept thrusting into Momo's pussy.

"Yes, I can do that". Momo moaned out and Sana smirked at her. Sana wrapped her hand around Momo's throat and started pounding inside of her. Momo's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

"I'm gonna cum". Momo squealed out and after a few more thrusts she squirted all over Sana's cock.

"Mmm, fuck". Sana moaned out and followed straight after, pulling out of Momo to cum on her lower back and ass. Sana pushed back inside of Momo after she came, to let Momo ride out her second orgasm. Sana's nails were sliding soothingly up and down Momo's back, while she kept placing gentle kisses on Momo's temple. They where both panting heavily, completely out of breath.

"So... do you still think I'm all talk?". Sana asked with a grin forming on her lips. Momo lifted her head and grinned back at her.

"No, not at all". Momo breathed out and Sana pulled her into a slow, sensual kiss.

"You're amazing". Sana said after they pulled away from the kiss.

"I really like you. I'd love to be more than just friends with you. I hope you feel the same". Sana said and stared at Momo with nervous eyes.

"Of course I feel the same. I wouldn't have slept with you, if I wouldn't like you as well". Momo said and smiled lovingly at Sana.

"Be mine?". Sana asked and stroked Momo's cheek with her thumb, “I've been yours ever since I saw you for the first time". Momo said and this made Sana's heart beat faster.

"Kiss me". Sana breathed out, so that's exactly what Momo did.

-

When Mina and Nayeon entered Mina's apartment and took off their shoes, Ray instantly came rushing to the door.

"Hey buddy". Nayeon smiled and instantly knelt down, to pat the little Dachshund.

"His name is Ray". Mina said.

"He's so cute. He keeps sniffing me. He probably smells my dog Kookeu". Nayeon said and scratched Ray's head with her nails.

"What breed is your dog?". Mina asked and Nayeon patted Ray one last time, before standing back up.

"He's a Pomeranian". Nayeon said and smiled at Mina.

"Maybe we can meet again and let them play together?". Mina asked nervously and Nayeon just smiled at her.

"That's a good idea. I'd love that". Nayeon said and Mina blushed slightly.

"Would you like to watch a movie?". Mina asked and pointed to her living room.

"Sure, a movie sounds good". Nayeon said and nodded her head. When Mina shyly grabbed her hand to drag her to her living room, Nayeon got a chance to look at Mina's apartment. Mina's apartment was really neat, well decorated, cozy and it smelled like rose petals. It gave Nayeon a warm feeling and she felt welcomed.

Mina turned on her Tv and opened Netflix. She handed Nayeon the remote and told her that she can decide what they're going to watch, as long it's not a horror movie, while Mina went into the kitchen to grab some drinks and snacks they can eat while they're watching. Nayeon picked a Romcom movie and Mina was actually enjoying the movie. They laughed and commented scenes they found funny or stupid.

When they were in the middle of the movie, Nayeon grabbed Mina's hand to intertwine their fingers. Mina smiled at her and placed her head on Nayeon's shoulder, to show her that she feels comfortable. They both got slightly more nervous when a sex scene came on. Neither one of them knew that this was included in this movie.

"This is so unrealistic". Nayeon scoffed and Mina couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips, “Why? Maybe your stamina is just not good". Mina grinned, while she was staring up at Nayeon. There was one thing Mina didn't know about Nayeon yet. Nayeon always wanted to be the best at everything she does. So of course Nayeon felt her pride hitting her like a truck.

"Oh yeah?". Nayeon hummed and leaned forward, so Mina had to remove her head resting on Nayeon's shoulder. Mina wasn't dumb, she definitely felt the sweet and calm atmosphere turn into a sexual one.

"Yeah". Mina breathed out and bit her lip.

"What makes you so sure about my stamina, when you haven't even slept with me?". Nayeon husked out and stood up to stand right in front of Mina. Mina ignored the bulge that was forming in Nayeon's pants for now, and just smirked up at her, “Maybe you just think that this scene was unrealistic because you suck in bed and can't last more than one round". Mina smirked and shrugged.

"I see what you're trying to do right now, Minari". Nayeon said and smirked down at her.

"Yeah? Why? Is it working?". Mina breathed out and spread her legs wide out for Nayeon. Mina's dress rode up to her hips, revealing her red, laced panties to Nayeon's hungry eyes.

"Oh, you have no idea baby". Nayeon breathed out and this sent shivers down Mina's entire body. Mina slowly stood up, so they were both face to face, their noses brushing each other.

"How about I decide if you have good stamina or not?". Mina whispered in Nayeon’s ear, making Nayeon humm slightly.

"And how should I prove that to you?". Nayeon asked and grabbed Mina's waist with her hands, to pull her flush against her body.

"Fuck me". Mina rasped out, and this was Nayeon's last straw. She grabbed the back of Mina's neck to pull her into a kiss, their tongues instantly fighting for dominance. When Nayeon palmed Mina's ass in her hands, Mina let out a gasp, which gave Nayeon the opportunity to suck Mina's tongue in her mouth, before biting Mina's bottom lip with her teeth.

"Fuck". Mina breathed out when they pulled away for air.

"Where's your bedroom?". Nayeon asked slightly out of breath, before she felt Mina's hand pulling her into the direction of Mina's bedroom. As soon as they were inside, Nayeon pushed her up against the wall. Her leg was placed between Mina's thighs. Nayeon could feel Mina's dampness through her jeans.

Nayeon's eyes darted down to her leg, and when she saw a wet patch of Mina's wetness, she looked up at Mina with a smug grin on her lips. Mina just blushed and looked to the side, to embarrassed to meet Nayeon's eyes. Nayeon just grabbed Mina’s chin to make her look back at her, before capturing Mina's lips into another kiss, picking her up to carry Mina to the bed, gently placing her down on the soft mattress.

After Nayeon pulled away from the kiss, she leaned back up to stare down at Mina, her eyes scanning Mina from head to toe, admiring every detail of her body. When Nayeon hovered over Mina's face, she could hear a quiet gasp of air coming from Mina. Nayeon's fingers gently slid under the straps of Mina's dress, before she slowly pulled them down Mina’s shoulders.

Nayeon's hands swiftly took off the tight dress hugging Mina's figure, throwing it on the ground. At the sight of Mina's body with her red, laced bra and panties, Nayeon’s cock got impossibly harder.

"God, you're so perfect". Nayeon said and leaned down to place kisses down Mina's neck. Her lips ghosted over Mina's skin, teasing Mina with her nose sliding over Mina’s soft skin.

"Nayeon". Mina moaned out when Nayeon sucked on Mina’s sweet spot. Nayeon let out a moan as well, at the way Mina moaned out her name. Nayeon's hands quickly opened the claps of Mina's bra to take it off, just like her panties.

Before Nayeon could torture Mina any longer, Mina knelt up on her bed to grab Nayeon by the back of her neck, to pull her into a kiss. Nayeon's arms automatically slid around Mina's naked waist. Their lips brushed against each other and Mina's hands grabbed the rim of Nayeon's shirt to pull it off her body. Mina's hands instantly opened Nayeon's bra to take it off as well. Mina pulled away for a few seconds to stare at Nayeon's exposed chest.

Without loosing eye contact Mina let her fingers run down Nayeon's abs, opening her pants with teasing fingers, slowly opening the button and zipper of Nayeon's jeans. Nayeon quickly stepped out of her jeans, leaving her in her white Tommy Hilfiger boxers. When Mina palmed Nayeon through her boxers, Nayeon let out a shaky breath.

"Lay down". Mina whispered in Nayeon’s ear, before biting Nayeon’s ear lobe. Nayeon quickly got onto the bed, to lay down with her head resting against the pillows.

"Mina". Nayeon whined out when Mina slowly crawled towards her direction, but Mina just smirked at her. Mina's fingers slowly slid under the waistband of Nayeon's boxers. Nayeon lifted up her hips, so Mina could pull the boxers down Nayeon’s legs, leaving Nayeon completely naked as well. Nayeon's cock was rock hard already. Mina liked that Nayeon was shaved, because it just looks much more hygienic. Nayeon's dick was twitching already, just by Mina looking at it.

"Mina". Nayeon whined again. Nayeon wanted to wrap her hand around her dick, but Mina quickly swatted her hand away.

"Please?". Nayeon breathed out, and Mina had to bite her lip because Nayeon sounded so fucking good. Her voice was all raspy and whiny. Mina decided she teased Nayeon enough, so she wrapped her hand around Nayeon's thick cock, before she slowly started to move her hand up and down, without stopping to look at Nayeon, to catch her reaction.

"Mmm, yes". Nayeon hummed and closed her eyes, to enjoy the feeling of Mina's soft hand around her dick. Nayeon's eyes shot open though, when Mina took her down her throat.

"H-Holy shit". Nayeon gasped and grabbed Mina's hair, to keep it out of Mina's face, so Nayeon could see Mina’s face better. When Mina started humming against Nayeon’s dick, Nayeon felt her toes curling.

"God, baby, just like that". Nayeon moaned and started moving Mina's head with her hand, leading Mina into a sensual rhythm. Mina's free hand moved up Nayeon's chest, to palm her left breast in her hand, pinching Nayeon's nipple with her thumb and pointer finger.

"Fuck, Mina. I'm gonna cum". Nayeon croaked out and threw her head back, when Mina swirled her tongue around her tip.

"I'm cumming". Nayeon warned Mina one last time, but Mina just kept sucking on Nayeon’s dick without loosing her rhythm. Nayeon couldn't hold back any longer and exploded inside of Mina's mouth, shooting hot cum down her throat. When Mina slowly let Nayeon's dick out of her mouth, she swallowed Nayeon's cum, before kissing Nayeon's tip one last time.

"Get up here". Nayeon breathed out and Mina started to straddle Nayeon's lap, "Higher". Nayeon rasped out and when Mina looked down at her, she knew what Nayeon wanted from her. She scooted higher up Nayeon's body, until her pussy was hovering above Nayeon's lips. Mina's hands were holding her up by the headboard of Mina's bed.

"I-I've never done this before". Mina nervously stuttered out, a blush covering her cheeks.

"It's okay, princess. Just let me make you feel good". Nayeon said and Mina instantly felt her pussy clenching around nothing, by the way Nayeon said this to her. When Nayeon wrapped her arms around Mina's thighs and pulled her down on her tongue, Mina let out a loud gasp, her hands instantly clenched into Nayeon's hair, before Nayeon started to fuck her tongue into Mina's pussy.

"Oh my fucking god". Mina rasped out, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. When Nayeon opened her eyes and saw Mina playing with her tits, she couldn't help the moan escaping her mouth. Their eyes met and they both felt like the other one captivated them with their eyes, because none of them could look away. Mina started riding Nayeon's tongue, and for someone who has never done this before, Mina was doing an absolutely amazing job.

"I'm close". Mina moaned out, her head falling back, so her long black hair was cradling her back. Nayeon's thumb moved to Mina's clit to start rubbing it in circles to take Mina over the edge. When Mina was hit with her orgasm, she had a death grip on Nayeon's hair, but Nayeon didn't mind at all.

Watching Mina fall apart, while she's riding Nayeon's face was probably Nayeon’s most favorite thing in the world now. After Mina reasonably calmed down from her orgasm, she moved away from Nayeon's face, to press her chest flush against Nayeon's.

"How was that?". Nayeon asked and Mina licked her lips before smiling at her.

"Astonishing".

"Astonishing?". Nayeon asked amused, and couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips.

"I'm curious what you'll say after we are done, because I'm just getting started, love". Nayeon said and turned them around so she's on top of Mina. Mina's heart nearly jumped out of her chest when Nayeon started to kiss down her neck again, down to her collarbones and finally down to her tits. When Nayeon's lips wrapped around one of her nipples, Mina let out a low hum. Her fingers wrapped into Nayeon's hair to keep her close.

"Nayeon". Mina moaned and Nayeon moaned out against Mina's tits.

"Hold your legs up, baby". Nayeon said and leaned up to kneel between Mina's legs. Mina's hands held her legs up under her knees, and when Nayeon started to slide her tip up and down Mina's pussy, Mina let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, look how wet you are already". Nayeon moaned and bit her lip at the sight of her glistening dick full of Mina's wetness.

"It's all yours". Mina hummed out and Nayeon felt her dick twitch against Mina's pussy.

"Yeah, that's right. My pretty girl". Nayeon breathed out and stroked Mina's cheek with her thumb, while she was pushing her dick slowly into Mina's tight heat.

"A-Ah, fuck". Mina gasped out, her mouth opening into an silent scream, eyebrows tightly pressed together.

"Mhm". Nayeon hummed, hands grabbing Mina's hips gently, while she started thrusting into Mina's pussy.

"Yes". Mina moaned out and threw her head back, when Nayeon started to pick up the pace.

"Yeah? Is that good?". Nayeon cooed and felt Mina's hands clenching around her wrists, while Mina quickly nodded her head up and down.

"God, Mina". Nayeon groaned and placed Mina's legs around her hips, so she could fuck even harder into her.

"Ohhh fuck". Mina cried out and scratched her nails down Nayeon's back, making the older girl groan.

"Are you feeling good?". Nayeon whispered in Mina's ear, before kissing down her neck. All Mina could do was nod her head. Nayeon grabbed Mina's wrists with her hands, to press them next to Mina's head against the mattress.

Mina's stomach clenched together at the way Nayeon was staring down at her. Nayeon’s eyes were drooling with desire and admiration. For Nayeon, Mina was an angel, an angel she could sin with. Nayeon released Mina's wrists and grabbed the headboard tightly with her right hand, to fuck Mina even harder into the mattress.

Their skin was clapping together harshly and Mina was a trembling, moaning mess under Nayeon. Mina's hands were clenching into her satin bed sheets and her head was thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of her head, moaning Nayeon's name like a mantra. Nayeon was watching in pure bliss, jaw slacked, taking every feature of Mina's facial expressions in.

The way the vein on Mina’s forehead was getting thicker and thicker, her knitted eyebrows, her hooded eyes, the pink blush on her cheeks and neck, and the way Mina’s lips were parted, letting out those sweet moans Nayeon already got addicted to.

"I want you to cum all over my dick, sweetie". Nayeon moaned out and this was everything it took for Mina to explode. Her legs started shaking and her hands were trembling against Nayeon's shoulders.

"Oh my god". Nayeon breathed out, nearly cumming herself. She let Mina ride out her orgasm, before she slowly pulled out of Mina, her dick glistening with Mina's cum.

"Turn around". Nayeon huffed out and watched Mina getting on all fours in front of her.

"Mmm yes, just like that". Nayeon said and let her hands run down Mina's naked back, down to her ass to knead it with her hands, before spanking Mina's right cheek harshly.

"Bend your back for me, princess". Nayeon softy said and pressed Mina's lower back gently down with her hand, so Mina's ass is sticking up in the air.

"Yes, just like that". Nayeon hummed, and the way she was talking to Mina drove Mina absolutely insane.

"You're doing so good for me, baby". Nayeon said before she slowly pushed back into Mina's pussy.

"O-Oh my god, fuck". Mina gasped out. Nayeon's dick felt much deeper than before, much thicker and Mina felt absolutely full.

"Mmm". Nayeon moaned out at the way Mina's pussy instantly started sucking her cock in. Her hand grabbed Mina's hair, to pull her head back, before she started pounding into Mina mercilessly.

"Holy shit". Mina squealed out, her knuckles were turning white already at the way Mina was clenching her hands into the sheets tightly.

"Don't stop". Mina moaned out and let out a groan when Nayeon spanked her ass again.

"You fuck me so good". Mina cried out and Nayeon couldn't help the moan leaving her lips, while she was watching her cock thrusting in and out of Mina's pussy. When Nayeon let go of Mina's hair, Mina instantly fell forward because she couldn't hold herself up any longer.

"Fuck me back". Nayeon said and patted Mina's ass softly. Mina exhaustedly held herself up with her forearms and started fucking herself against Nayeon's cock.

"Yes baby, just like that". Nayeon praised her and rubbed Mina's hips with her thumbs.

"I want you to make yourself cum like this". Nayeon said and Mina let out a shaky whine.

"Please… I can't". Mina cried out and her arms were trembling already. Nayeon couldn't help the smirk forming on her lips.

"Whose stamina is bad Mina, mine or yours?". Nayeon teasingly asked and Mina let out a tired groan.

"Okay fine, your stamina is amazing, you're amazing in bed. Now make me cum, please". Mina begged and turned her head to the side to look at Nayeon over her shoulder. That's all Nayeon wanted to hear. She pressed Mina's back harshly down, so Mina's stomach is pressed flush against the mattress. Nayeon knelt between Mina's legs, and as soon as she was inside of Mina, she started to pound into her. Nayeon’s big hands were gripping Mina's ass and Nayeon's abs started to burn.

"I'm gonna cum". Mina moaned out and Nayeon threw her head back.

"Me too baby, let's cum together". Nayeon said and Mina just nodded her head. It only took a few more thrust from Nayeon to send Mina into oblivion, Nayeon following straight behind. Nayeon quickly pulled out of Mina, to cum on her back. They were both panting heavily, both completely out of breath. Nayeon gently turned Mina around so she's lying down on her back again. She pressed her chest against Mina's and they could both feel the heart beat from the other.

"You're perfect". Nayeon said and let her thumb run over Mina's bottom lip, before she pressed their lips together. Mina instantly opened her mouth for Nayeon's tongue. They both sighed into the kiss, and when Nayeon slowly pulled away, she pressed a chaste kiss on Mina's nose, which made Mina giggle.

"Do you want to take a bath?". Mina shyly asked, and let her fingers run up and down Nayeon's spine.

"I'd love that". Nayeon said and smiled at her, before she got up, pulling Mina along with her.

-

"You know… it's not fair that you look better in my clothes than I do". Momo said, while she was staring at Sana after they took a shower together. Sana's hair was still a bit damp and Momo was watching her with heart eyes.

"Oh is it? How about I take them off?". Sana teasingly asked, lifting up the rim of her shirt, so her stomach is revealed.

"S-Stop". Momo mumbled, a blush forming on her cheeks. Sana just smiled at her and let go of the shirt.

"I'm just messing with you, baby". Sana said and Momo's heart instantly started pounding at the nickname.

"Come here". Sana said, when she laid back down next to Momo on the bed. Momo instantly scooted closer to her. Sana wrapped her arm around Momo's waist, pulling her even closer.

"Give me a kiss". Sana said and turned her head to look at Momo. Momo looked at her for a second and oh man, she got it bad already. Momo pressed their lips together. When she pulled away and opened her eyes, Sana was already staring at her with longing eyes.

"Let's send a picture to Nayeon". Sana said and smirked at Momo. Momo just grinned at the teasing smirk of her girlfriend and grabbed Sana's phone out of the younger girls hand, to take a picture of them. After Momo took the picture, she handed the phone back to Sana, so she could send it to Nayeon.

Sana-yah💜: Hey Yeonie, chilling with my GIRLFRIEND Hehehehe☺️☺️

-

After Nayeon and Mina finished their bath and Nayeon finally asked Mina to be her girlfriend, while she was washing Mina's hair, Mina happily agreed. Nayeon was now waiting for her in Mina's bedroom.

"Baby, look at this". Nayeon said and giggled at the picture and text her best friend just sent her.

"What is it?". Mina asked, while she was putting her hair up with a hair clip.

"Sana just send me a picture, come here". Nayeon said and Mina sat down on Nayeon's lap to take a look at what her girlfriend wanted to show her.

"Oh my god". Mina laughed and wrapped her arms around Nayeon's neck.

"Looks like you owe me 50 bucks". Mina teased her and Nayeon playfully rolled her eyes.

"Hmm… how about something better?". Nayeon hummed and let her hands run up and down Mina's thighs.

"For example?". Mina asked and played with Nayeon's baby hair at the back of her neck.

"50 kisses?". Nayeon grinned at her and Mina just smiled at her.

"I'll take 50 kisses then". Mina said and Nayeon's grin grew even bigger.

"That's what I like to hear". Nayeon said before she pulled Mina down into a sweet kiss.

"But before we start with that, we will send Sana a picture as well". Nayeon said with a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

"Noooo". Mina whined and Nayeon pouted at her.

"Ugh, fine. One picture and then I want my kisses". Mina said and Nayeon saluted her, “Yes ma'am". Nayeon said and Mina just giggled at her goofiness.

"Come here". Nayeon rasped out and pulled Mina in front of the mirror standing in Mina's room. Mina automatically wrapped her arms around Nayeon's neck and Nayeon wrapped her arm around Mina's waist. When they pressed their lips together, Nayeon quickly took a picture of the kiss. Mina slowly pulled away and pecked Nayeon's lips one more time, before she looked down at Nayeon's phone to look at the picture.

"Aww, this is cute". Mina said and smiled at the picture.

"You are cute". Nayeon said and smiled at Mina, before placing a kiss on Mina's cheek.

"Send it to her so we can cuddle". Mina whined and crawled back onto her bed, waiting impatiently for Nayeon to join her.

Nayeonie🐰: How funny, I'm doing the exact same thing ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ🥰🥰

After Nayeon sent it to Sana, she put her phone away and gave all her attention to the Japanese girl, who was waiting for Nayeon in bed.

"Now, let's give you these kisses you want so bad". Nayeon said and crawled onto the bed, before pulling Mina flush against her body, pressing their lips together into a sensual kiss.

-

All four of them were on cloud nine for the rest of the night, so when Mina and Momo woke up the next day and told their girlfriends they have to go to ballet practice, they weren't that pleased. But being the good and supportive girlfriends they are, they drove Mina and Momo to ballet class. Momo was hugging Sana's waist tightly, while Sana was driving them to the ballet school on her motorcycle.

Mina had her hand placed on top of Nayeon's, while Nayeon was driving her to ballet class. Momo and Sana were the first to arrive, so when Sana parked her motorcycle in front of the ballet school and Momo got off, some of her classmates were already staring at them. Sana took off her helmet and helped Momo with her own as well.

“I'll miss you". Sana whined and pouted when Momo started fixing her hair.

"You'll see me again in like three hours". Momo said and Sana just kept pouting like a little baby.

"That's too long". Sana dramatically whined, and Momo just playfully rolled with her eyes.

"You're such a cry baby". Momo grinned and wrapped her arms around Sana's neck, “Yes, but I'm your cry baby". Sana said and smirked at Momo, while she wrapped her arms around Momo's waist. Momo just smirked back at Sana, before connecting their lips into a sweet kiss.

"Get a room". They heard an all to familiar voice say next to them. When they pulled away and were met by Nayeon and Mina, they both stuck out their tongues at them.

"Looks like you two had lots of fun last night". Sana teasingly said and wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

"I could say the same to you, Sana-yah". Nayeon said and wrapped her arm around Mina'a waist.

"Well… I definitely had". Sana smirked and Momo instantly started blushing.

"Well… so had I". Nayeon smirked back and Mina just rolled her eyes, before she got out of Nayeon's grasp to grab Momo's wrist.

"You two are worse than pubescent boy's". Mina said, and Nayeon and Sana both looked at her with puppy eyes.

"Hey, where's my kiss?". Nayeon said and pouted at Mina.

"You gave me lots of kisses last night, remember? I think you can last three hours without kisses". Mina said and smirked at Nayeon.

"Three hours?!". Nayeon gasped.

"I know right". Sana scoffed and leaned against her motorcycle with crossed arms.

"See you both later". Momo called and waved at them, before Mina dragged her into the ballet school.

"Sooo… how was she?". Momo asked with a dirty smirk playing on her lips.

"Ugh, you're unbelievable". Mina scoffed and started walking into the changing rooms.

"What? I'm curious". Momo shrugged and followed Mina into the changing rooms.

"She was good, okay?". Mina whispered and Momo just grinned at her.

"I see. Well, since you won't ask me yourself, I'll just tell you. Sana was amazing, her tongue felt amazing, I even squir-"

"Okay, I get it, Momo". Mina quickly interrupted her and felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Momo just smiled at her and they both made their way into the practice room.

"Why are you both so smiley today?". Ms.Park asked them with curious eyes.

"Oh, umm… well, we are just so excited to have you as our teacher, Ms.Park". Momo said and Ms.Park just eyed them suspiciously.

"Of course". Their teacher said, and Mina had to stifle a giggle, “Carry on". Ms.Park said and they continued their training with ease.

After practice was over Momo and Mina quickly made their way to the shower, to get clean and dried their bodies with their towels after they were done. They got dressed and quickly walked out of the ballet school, to see Nayeon and Sana already waiting for them.

"Hey, baby". Sana said, while she wrapped her arms around Momo's waist, to give her a kiss.

"Hey princess". Nayeon greeted Mina with a loving smile on her lips, before she pulled Mina closer by her hand, to press a longing kiss on her lips. When Mina pulled away from the kiss and looked into Nayeon's brown eyes, she thought to herself, that having an unstructured life for once isn't so bad after all.

[moonrisecoeur]

IM BACK CUZ IM MENTALLY UNWELL OK. and yes you’re the best sub Leon writer 😏🥱 and yes I liked it, SITTING ON HIS FACE? 😍🥱

I’m so sorry for blasting ur req box but YOURE AN ACTUALLY GOOD SUB LEON WRITER SO can you blame me? concept: idk why but re4 Leon is so free use coded and so imagine he is on a mission with a new assigned partner but she’s an asshole to him (“fuck off man, I can do it myself, “I don’t need your help”, “you’re too nice and gonna be taken advantage of 😐”, etc. You get the gist) and his goofy ass just tryna be nice and helpful, cuz this is leon we are talking about. But the fun part ⁉️ they have cameras installed in the hideout they are saying at for security purposes. But ofc, Leon always tries to check on reader to make sure she’s ok - even if she’s an asshole to him. AND YK WHAT READER DOES 😭 she’s way too horny and just goes at it, girl got a masturbation problem on god. Every night. One night - wrong time and place - Leon opens his laptop to see the cameras making sure she’s ok AND HELP HE SEES HER … yk. And he feels guilty like he shouldn’t watch but he does anyways. And this goes on for weeks. Until one night he’s sick and tired of her always being so mean and he accidentally lets it slip that he’s been watching her LOL AND SHES LIKE UHM BOY WHAT 🙄⁉️ and he tries to play it off like “I didnt mean to” but like, my brother in Christ… you’ve been watching every night for weeks 🤨 wdym you didn’t mean to? ANYWAYS LONG STORY SHORT SHE PUNISHES HIM AND HEAVYYYY ON THE FREE USE THING. Love you bae 😘

i made a couple minor changes just for convenience :) fem reader she/her pronouns!

also i didn’t write the smex scene IM SORRY but i have been working on this all day and i need to get to other asks but i promise i’ll write some more free use in the future because it’s so smexy

-

"look, i know you don't like me-"

"oh? really? tell me what you think you know, kennedy," you scowl at him, and though it spooks him just a little, he tries to seem unphased.

he frowns, not hurt by your words but definitely concerned that you'll make a bad partner, "you don't need to be this hostile. we're allies. we're supposed to have each other's backs."

"right..." your voice echos, and leon knows that if it came down to it, you wouldn't protect him, wouldn't save him, would barely help him. he's practically on his own for this mission, just has an extra body with him to shoot at the bad guys.

it hurts, to some degree, because even without knowing you well, and even with you being cold and rude to him, he knows he'd come to your rescue in a heartbeat. something about him feels fond of you, even though in your entire time knowing leon kennedy, you haven't said one nice thing to him.

he thinks that maybe he likes that you've never been nice to him. he doesn't really know what to do with that thought.

-

leon is proved wrong.

despite the harshness of your words, you come to his rescue, fighting off the villager who almost decapitated him with an axe like both of your lives depend on it (because they do).

he watches you fight nervously, but when you come out on top, aside from the gash wound you take to the hip, he feels his heart skip a beat.

"this is what happens when you hurt my partner," you groan, holding your side, trying to speak through the pain even though leon can see the blood seeping between your fingers.

you whisper something in your victim's ear, something leon can't quite make out, before you kill him. leon wonders what it was briefly. he decides it doesn’t matter.

you both breathe a sigh of relief, but it's short lived as you collapse to the ground. you saved him. you got hurt saving him.

"here, let me help you," he mutters, coming over to you, not even stopping to ask if you want his help because he knows you'll say no, "stop fighting me. you're hurt and i need to patch you up."

the pain is agonizing, but even through gritted teeth and tense breaths, you push through it. he has to commend you a little bit, you're tougher than you look.

but when you try to push his hand away, claiming "i'm fine, kennedy," he sees the struggle in your face, hears the hurt in your voice. his heart seems to stop. he's worried, "i can do it myself, you don't have to- fuck, dude, i don't need your help-."

"-just relax, okay? i got you..”

you don't have the strength to push him away, but you know you shouldn't anyway, so you just slouch back against the wall and try to breathe, "fine, just fuckin... hurry up."

"i'm just trying to take care of you. we're partners, right? i gotta look out for you," he smiles, trying to lighten the mood even slightly. he wishes that this would be the time the barriers come down, that those skyscraper walls that prevented him from coming any closer to you emotionally could come crashing down, if only for a moment.

"you don't have to do anything. you're choosing to put yourself in danger to help me," you groan as you lean back, looking up at the ceiling, "suprised that no one's tried to take advantage of your willingness to help before."

"someone did," he mutters annoyedly, focusing more on the wound then it being your wound, on your body. his eyebrows, almost naturally furrowed from years of stress, somehow make his face even more sad to gaze upon. it's not that he's unattractive, far from it, but he's... worn. tired. a piece of your heart, no matter how far you keep away from him, aches in sympathy.

-

leon carries you back to the safe room, a hideout you both are using to rest and recover in while you plot your next move. he lays his jacket on the ground to at least give you something comfortable to lie on. you don't look comfortable, but he can't do anything else to help you.

he looks through his things, trying to concoct something that will at least make you feel a little bit better. he finds a first aid spray, and his heart jumps out of his chest in excitement. he uses it to take care of your wound, and waits for you to wake up from your unconscious state.

he decides to go back out, hoping to maybe find some other things to help you both on your mission. he knows you'll berate him for leaving on his own, risking his own life needlessly. but god if he didn't imagine what it would be like if he found something you could really use, and watch your eyes light up. even if you didn't like him, you'd be happy. he wants to see you smile, to praise him for a job well done.

he cringes at how pathetic it sounds, but he sets off either way, leaving you wrapped in his jacket with a note from him saying what he's doing.

-

he doesn't do it intentionally. at least... not the first time. genuinely, he just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were alive and breathing and safe. and you definitely were.

he doesn't know why its so hypnotizing, why he can't put his goddamn phone away with the stupid security app on it. of course it's you, though. you're hypnotizing.

he watches every pixel, every distorted view of you touching yourself in the safe room, obviously unaware that he could... see this. he's glad there's no audio, or else he'd be unable to control himself, even in an abandoned building surrounded by zombies. maybe its the years that haven hardened him, burned the fear out of his soul and numbed him to the presence of those things, but he doesn't feel anything but uncontrollable desire right now.

have you been doing it the whole time? you both had spilt off from each other multiple times, and he would almost be upset at the idea that every time he was fighting for his life and barely, barely winning that fight each time, you were getting off a couple hundred feet from him in another room... if it wasn't so fucking hot to watch you masturbate.

he keeps watching until he notices that you're having an orgasm, body twitching and your chest heaving up and down as you take deep breathes. it's so fucking sexy, leon probably could have cum on the spot if he watched anymore.

-

you keep doing it. he keeps watching it. over the course of the mission (of course he had to be stuck on a long, secluded recon mission with you of all people) he's watched you too many times. he doesn't think he has enough fingers to count how many times, which either means he's been on this mission longer than he thought or you have a fucking addiction. he's almost kind of impressed at how efficient you are. takes you 10 minutes tops, and then you just get back up and keep on trucking? his sentimental, post-nut ass could never.

and, though you recovered from your wound, you haven't displayed any sense of gratitude for leon taking care of you when you passed out after getting hurt. not that he expects it, truthfully. you saved his life, he saved yours. you were even.

he just doesn't feel like he's broken any new ground. he feels like, if anything, you feel even further away, emotionally. he's about had it.

"hey, we need to talk," he says, ominously; he doesn't intend it to be so, "i understand you don't like me. it's fine. i don't even care anymore. but i am tired of you talking to me like i'm a pushover."

you look over at him, reloading your gun with a displeased look on your face. leon hates the inner urge he has to cave and apologize to you, as if his body would rather give up any sense of dignity he still has in favor of being slightly more tolerable to you.

"well? are you going to say something?"

you scoff, looking away, "didn't know you were so fucking sensitive, kennedy," and you turn around, ready to walk out, before he snaps, "this isn't a pleasure trip. sorry you're not having a good time."

"clearly you're having a good time with all the pleasure you're giving yourself while i'm trying not to die."

he stops. panicking. trying to think of how to spin the words he just said and make it not sound like he knew every tell you had when you were about to cum or exactly how you touch yourself in order to get yourself off quickly.

you stop as well. and you look back at him with this expression on your face that is completely unreadable.

maybe it wasn't the best move to reveal the only card he had left to play if it mean he would get this reaction out of you considering that, again, you so clearly do not like him.

... right?

"what... did you say, kennedy?" you ask, pure venom in your voice. it's not a question, you so clearly heard him correctly.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that-"

"have you been watching me?" you take a step closer, eyes boring into his soul so intensely he can't make eye contact. he has no way out of this situation. he feels out of breath, nervous, god why are you getting so close to him? "answer me, leon," not kennedy, leon, "have you been watching me masturbate?"

he looks up, trying to keep himself from making eye contact. he knows the second he looks into your eyes, he will be putty in your hands, free for you to mold into whatever you'd like. he knows you're not looking at him with distain like usual, it's something else.

something hungry.

"yeah," he breathes, barely getting the world out at all. you take a deep breath, as if you're debating what you're going to do.

"what you did was wrong, you see that, right?"

"yes, i know, but-"

you scoff, annoyed. god why in this moment, just inches away from you, you notice the moles on his neck, the angle of his jaw, the entrancing aura of his eyes. it's so damn distracting, and you have to pull yourself together, "but nothing. you watched me without my consent, you got off on it, didn't you?"

"god, you're making it sound so bad, i... i'm sorry, okay? how can i make it up to you?" he asks, trying so damn hard as always to please.

this is where you come to realize that maybe you didn't hate leon kennedy all this time. maybe you found yourself too comfortable, too at ease in his presence. maybe he was safe and sweet and gentle and it didn't sit right because nothing in a world with zombies and bioweapons and cults and parasites was gentle. but leon is.

you look down, considering your options, "i have an idea. you're free to refuse and we go back to before, and you get nothing from me. do you want to hear it?"

"sure?"

you take a breath, going for it, "i’ll be… blunt. if you couldn’t tell, i’m a bit.. insatiable. i need something to get myself off now that i’m getting bored of my own hands out here. you help me, and i’ll forgive you for watching me.”

his thoughts stop. he genuinely can’t put together a coherent thought, what did you mean? "are you.. are you fucking serious? you barely speak to me, every time you do speak to me you act like i'm the scum of the earth, you act like i'm not here when i saved your ass and carried you and patched you up, i-”

you cut him off with a kiss. it’s not gentle, it’s rough and messy and your fingers dig into the skin of his cheeks, leaving him red and breathless. he finally gets it. you don’t want him to help you, you want to use him.

he lets you push him down, pin his body to the wall as you kiss him breathless. he lets you dig your nails into his neck even if it hurts. he lets you touch and kiss him as rough or as gentle as you like. and you don’t like being gentle, clearly.

“use me,” he whispers between kisses, and when you pull away, eyeing him intently, as if urging him to explain himself, he does, “do whatever you want. just keep going until you’re satisfied. don’t… don’t hold back. whatever pleases you… i want that. i want to please you.”

“awh, you just want me to be happy with you, don’t you?” you coo at him, endeared by his selflessness. truly a good man in a bad world, “that’s all you’ve ever wanted, hm? for me to like you?”

his resolve cracks just a little bit more, “uhm, yeah…” he his voice is shaky, unsteady, and he just needs to give in.

“then you’re going to let me do this every single time in horny and need something to get myself off. i’m going to do whatever i want to you, and i’m not going to ask. you’re just going to let me. if you don’t, then we go right back to being enemies, and you really don’t want that, right?”

he stutters aimlessly, his knees going weak. he’d truly be done for if you weren’t hold him up with a strength he did not know you had.

and you just keep going, “i’m not going to ask or care if it’s a bad time. i want it to be inconvenient, uncomfortable, ill-timed. i want it to be permanently in your head that i can have you whenever i want you. that i can do whatever i want to you.”

“only i get to have you, got it?”

“g-got it,” he mutters weakly, feeling your hands on him, touching him in places he hasn’t been touched in a while. he didn’t realize how desperate he was.

“only i get to touch you, only i… get to fuck you.”

he nods helplessly.

“it’s too bad i didn’t bring a dildo in my bag when we set off for this mission, because i would so fuck you with it until you’re seeing stars and apologizing for going behind my back… but i suppose i’ll just have to satisfy myself with your cock…”

[aiyexayen]

I promise im not a bot, and to prove it i'll ask for a hanzhou kiss 🥺 doesnt have to be wholesome, just whatever strikes your fancy

🥹❤️

The first time happens thoughtlessly, almost unintentionally.

Han Ying is 14 and not yet used to his limbs after his recent growth spurt. He didn't know he could have growth spurts before he had access to regular meals. But he can, and he is sure that's why he screwed up his assignment. Regardless of the reason, he is still responsible for ruining Tian Chuang's entire mission today.

And somehow, he has been forgiven. By a man with more mercy than Han Ying knows how to handle.

Anyone else, he is certain, would have thrown him back where he came from.

On his knees before Zhou-shouling, he finds himself too overcome for words of gratitude, reaching instead for the hand hanging idle at Zhou-shouling's side. He grips it in both of his. It's instinct; hasn't he seen so many servants do something like this when their masters bid them?

Han Ying's lips press into the soft skin for just a second before he feels Zhou-shouling's flinch. He looks up in time to catch confusion, smoothing into understanding and...things he doesn't quite recognise.

Qin-xiongdi tells him later, eyes dancing with mirth, that he should have pressed the hand to his forehead, not his mouth--except he shouldn't have done anything of the sort actually and he really has so much to learn about living in society, doesn't he?

Han Ying nods absently, because it's true, but he goes to bed with cheeks warm from the lingering memory of pressure on his lips and the untameable thoughts of a 14 year old mind.

The second time cannot be called an accident, mere months after the first. But neither is it calculated.

They are celebrating Zhou-shouling's twentieth birthday. Or rather, Zhou-shouling and Qin-xiongdi disappeared up to the palace early in the evening to celebrate and Han Ying has waited up alone for sounds of their return, vigilant, something he pretends is not yearning sitting heavy in the aching pit of his stomach.

When they do return it is...surprisingly loud.

Han Ying is very good at what he does, and still there are days when he cannot hear Zhou-shouling approach. The man is not just merciful, not just understanding and patient and full of barely-subdued humour, but also a refined gentleman, clever and skilled beyond measure.

So why is it that tonight Han Ying can hear not only Qin-xiongdi's clomping but Zhou-shouling next to him, stumbling?

He's out the door and down the hall in an instant, adrenaline pumpung, imagining the worst, imagining Zhou-shouling limping, covered in blood--

"'S Ying'er! What're yeu--you--out of bed! Doing! Hah!"

Han Ying stops in his tracks as a thoroughly wasted Zhou Zishu collapses against his hiccoughing, giggling shidi.

"Shixiong got--hc!--he got so drunk," Qin-xiongdi exclaims in the worst loud whisper Han Ying has ever heard. "Can you--hc!--believe it, Han Ying?--hc!"

Well, certainly he can, because it's right before him. What he can't really quite come to terms with is the fond, playful tone wrapped warmly around the unfamiliar Ying'er.

But when his two superiors almost fall over on their next step, Han Ying collects himself and steps in to relieve Qin-xiongdi of his task before he sends them both toppling to the ground.

"Shoul' get that boy some...that boy some more..." Zhou-shouling doesn't finish his thought, trailing off into a sigh as Qin-xiongdi leaves.

One hand grasping a limp arm, one hand firm on broad leather, it's quick work to get Zhou-shouling to his own rooms. But it's also so much closeness--too much for Han Ying to process: a head lolling onto his shoulder; hot breath at his neck and the smell of alcohol; warm weight against his side, so effortlessly trusting.

Ying'er.

Easier to slide under the mantle of duty and attentiveness than even acknowledge it as real, so in silence, he readies Zhou-shouling for bed; without Qin-xiongdi's energy, he seems content to simply drift.

Hydration--water droplets running down the corner of red lips, a strong chin--

Belt--hard leather hitting the floor, a quiet exhale of relief, a soft hum of contentment vibrating under his fingertips--

Boots--what if he slipped and touched that leg--what if he looked up from where he's kneeling and realised the position was just like--

Han Ying, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, tips Zhou-shouling over onto the bed and lifts his feet up to settle him properly. He's practically asleep already, his breathing deep and slow, stray hairs wisping around his cheeks.

Hands, resting easily across his middle. Han Ying lifts them up to tuck the blanket in under them. But perhaps he has tried too hard to not think at all tonight because as he goes to put them back down, determined to not notice Zhou-shouling's exposed neck, he finds himself ghosting his lips across cool fingertips.

What--what is he doing?! He freezes, drops Zhou-shouling's hands as though burnt, and looks up, breath caught.

But his shouling is still fast asleep. Fast asleep and drunk besides, his brain finally catches up and reminds him. Han Ying lets out his breath. He has no right to such intimacy, but he's been given a stay of execution tonight. He had better not waste it.

Carefully, he flees to his own room and doesn't think about anything else at all.

The third time...Han Ying cannot even guess how the third time comes to be.

He is young, and he strives to be good, to be the best. If not in skill than in obedience. It's no longer about debt, it's about loyalty.

But he is 15, going on 16, and even he cannot beat out of himself the independent streak that kept him alive on the streets all those years.

So he finds himself again on his knees, explaining his actions.

"You are right to tell me the truth the first time."

Who would dare try to lie to Zhou Zishu?

Something of his thoughts must show on Han Ying's downturned face because the man in question snorts lightly and adds, "Not all your fellows are as clever as you."

Han Ying keeps his head bowed, but tension drains from him; he would not be receiving such praise if he were seriously in trouble.

"Your actions are understandable, but not permitted," he is told. "I expect that the next time someone pushes you to the point of retaliation, I will not hear about it."

It takes a second for Han Ying to process the precise words he's hearing. But he cannot be mistaken; there is nobody more exact with his words than the exacting Zhou-shouling.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu," he ventures.

There's an unmistakable note of amusement when Zhou-zhuangzhu confirms, "Consider it your mission."

Permission, then. Permission to do whatever he wants, so long as he doesn't get caught. Han Ying didn't think he could adore him any more, but he does. Every day.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu."

"Come on, then."

And he looks up at last, but he does not see his zhuangzhu beckoning him to rise. Instead he stands directly in front of Han Ying, one hand slightly stretched toward him, palm still facing down. Han Ying furrows his brow.

"Zhuangzhu?"

"Don't tell me you suddenly don't know what to do," Zhou-zhuangzhu says, "Ying'er."

Certainly, he isn't...?

But there's a challenge behind his eyes, sparkling a bit, so similar to the way his shidi looks when he dares Han Ying to do something a bit reckless. Han Ying swallows, but reaches out his hands; he is not a coward.

He kisses Zhou-zhuangzhu's hand and as if they have done this a hundred--a thousand times before this, Zhou-zhuangzhu detaches himself with grace and waves Han Ying to stand.

"Very good. Go report for your chores."

Reeling, Han Ying does.

After that...after that, Han Ying has the great luxury to lose track. He belongs to Zhou Zishu in a way no other Tian Chuang operative does and he may not be one of the Siji Shanzhuang disciples, or even their disciples, but he is something, and there is rarely a time he finds himself on his knees that he is not allowed the privilege of that kiss.

He is 16 and sent to his knees with a sharp word after raising his voice to his zhuangzhu; his kiss is barely-there, ashamed and still prickling with discomfort, but no less sincere.

He is 17 and accepting his promotion; gratitude wells up in him and he allows it only to show in this gesture, determined to keep composure and make Zhou-zhuangzhu proud.

He is 18 and kneeling in spite of his broken leg, true failure heavy on his heart in a way he could not have imagined four years ago; he presses his bloody lips to a hand that he pretends is not ever-so-slightly trembling.

He is 19 and his heart stops in his chest every time he sees Zhou Zishu do, well, anything; he makes every excuse to kneel in his presence, for any reason, just so he can look up expectantly for the hand that is never denied.

He is 20 and letting his lips linger every time a bit longer, leaving these unspoken feelings in the sacred space between them--the only indulgence, he has realised, that either of them will ever allow.

He is 21 and Zhou-zhuangzhu has begun turning up drunk at his doorstep, not from any party he knows about; he leaves the kiss that is his by rights even on the nights Zhuangzhu is too far gone to notice.

He is 22 and no matter how severe Zhou-zhuangzhu gets, no matter how cold, he does not forget to give Han Ying his hand. He is 22 and gives Zhou-zhuangzhu the fullness of his fealty--as if there was ever any doubt he had it--and seals it in secret between them with the briefest of contact. He hopes it is not a greater burden than it is a tool.

He is 23 and Zhou Zishu is gone.

It is only then that Han Ying realises he lost count.

Each week that passes after that, he feels more and more bereft. It should seem silly, or stupid, that he misses something so ephemeral and ill-defined, but it's the most serious thing in the world. It never needed definition or explanation. And it was all he ever asked. All he wanted: to be allowed to cherish, even if not to be cherished in return.

He doesn't shirk his duty, but he loses all trace of satisfaction in it and there is a permanent tension between his shoulders that takes up residence and will not go.

But the worst is yet to happen, because the worst possible thing is the day he finds Zhou Zishu in the forest, heart full of relief and far too much else. Han Ying kneels on the rough ground, strung taut like a bow, and Zhou-zhuangzhu...pulls him to his feet.

And again, even when his companion has left them to their own devices.

And a third time, in Han Ying's own room.

For the first time in almost a decade, he didn't dare touch his drunk zhuangzhu more than necessary to lay him down in bed.

And then Zhou Zishu walks away from every declaration Han Ying frantically tries to make verbal, leaves him there drowning in the void between them.

That could have been the end of it. If it weren't for a collective display of quick thinking and good timing, it would have been; Han Ying is not easily deterred once he has set his mind on something. Not even when faced with the price tag of his own life.

Zhou Zishu should have known that, he thinks, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at his...his Han Ying, whatever else he is to him now. It's not fair that he looks so peaceful in his healing slumber when Zhou Zishu is sure his own pulse still hasn't slowed from the clawing panic underneath his skin these past few terrible, frenetic days.

Wu Xi assured him that the little fool will be fine, and should wake any time now. Zishu is reluctant to leave his side before then. Which is convenient, because Wen Kexing of all people has snubbed him, refusing to have a civil conversation until he's "done right by Ying'er" and refusing to even let him at their own disciple.

What the hell did Wen Kexing get out of Han Ying when he was dying, anyway?

It doesn't matter. What matters is that he didn't die.

Zishu perhaps deserves whatever passing ire Lao Wen wants to throw him on behalf of Han Ying who is too...Han Ying to do it himself.

Curling his hand around the still one at rest, reassuring himself of its continued warmth, Zishu watches the blanket rise and fall steadily in the afternoon sunlight.

Perhaps Han Ying was foolish, but if the servant is a fool than the master is bound to be a bigger one. And he was an absolute fool to send him away, to think that if he just tried hard enough, he could truly push Han Ying out of his life and into his own, somewhere off the road to hell. He was a fool to think Han Ying wouldn't just throw himself down that path all the harder. He would burn himself out like a star for Zishu at a moment's notice, even if he believed Zishu didn't care about him at all anymore.

What would Zishu do, if their roles were reversed?

What hasn't he threatened to do for Lao Wen, for Chengling? What hasn't he already done in this life?

For the one who has never so much as faltered a single step, no matter where Zishu led? For the one who tempted him longer than he ever should have allowed? For the one he can rely on at the worst of himself? He knows the answer already.

Han Ying shifts, just slightly, but Zishu can feel the movement ripple on the bed and he is prepared for the groggy, "...Zhuangzhu?"

He has had long enough to contemplate his response.

He lifts Han Ying's hand in his own and without preamble presses a kiss directly to the back of it, holding it through Han Ying's flinch and sharp indrawn breath. Han Ying's other hand is raised as if to do something and he takes advantage of it, drawing that one in for its own display of affection.

Through it all he keeps eye contact, watching the journey of Han Ying's face--mouth open just slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and then narrow, calculating too much on a mind too fresh from sleep.

"I owe you two, Ying'er," Zishu offers simply.

Han Ying's face is red but he's always been a bit quicker than Zishu expects. "I don't get anything for almost dying?" he manages with a hoarse voice.

Zishu snorts. "No. You know well that I don't reward such folly." Then before Han Ying can get comfortable, he leans in closer, lets his gaze flicker down and back up with intention. Waits for the exact moment he sees the disbelief register and says, "But this is for waking up."

It's probably a reckless, ridiculous thing to do, ducking in to set his mouth against Han Ying's and forever changing something that nobody asked to be changed. But Zishu's life is full of reckless, ridiculous things now, and he can hardly claim it's the worst he's ever done. It doesn't even rank in the top fifty. He kisses him firmly, unapologetic, freeing his hands to cup Han Ying's face between them.

He doesn't stop until Han Ying no longer tastes of salt. He pulls back, hands dropping to cover the ones tangled desperately in the front of Zishu's robes.

Nonsensically, Han Ying mutters, eyes closed, "One."

[florawrites-blog]

"Im not a addict"- l.dh

Warning: mentions of alcohol , alcohol addiction, collapsing, stress, mentions of daddy issues and toxicity in relationships.

The sight of Haechan's collapsed body on the floor of your room still haunted you. The fear and confusion you felt that day rushed back as you found him in the kitchen, reaching for another drink. "When did you come back?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you approached him. "Just now," he replied curtly, not bothering to look at you as he focused on opening his drink. Your worry grew as you noticed the tension in his voice. "How was your day? You don't sound well. Are you okay? You didn't reply to any of my calls or messages." "Listen, save this for later. I really wanna stay alone right now," Haechan snapped, his tone sharp as he slammed his hands on the counter. "Haechan, please don't do this. Okay, let's not talk, but please put the alcohol away. Remember our promise, Haechan. Five months, only five months without alcohol," you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "God, seriously, Y/N, stop making it sound like I'm an addict and just stop being so clingy. I asked to be alone, and that's what I expect you to do," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. You recoiled at his harsh words, feeling a pang of hurt mixed with your worry. "Seriously, Haechan, you're no different from them. You drink when you're happy, sad, stressed, mad... You drink like it's water. I'm so worried, please." As you spoke, he reached for another bottle, but before he could open it, you snatched it away, accidentally dropping it to the floor where it shattered into pieces. The noise drew the attention of the other members, Johnny rushing to Haechan's side while Yuta came to yours, and Jaehyun and Taeil stood nearby, unsure of what to do. Haechan raised his arm in anger, but Johnny quickly restrained him. "Stop it, both of you," Johnny urged, trying to diffuse the escalating tension. "Just 'cause your dad is an addict doesn't mean I will be like him, Y/N. So cut me some slack or leave," Haechan growled, his voice filled with defiance. You pushed Yuta's hands away, refusing to back down. "Wow, Haechan, you might think you aren't, but trust me, you aren't any different," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within you. "don't ever compare me to that son of bitch who doesn't even know if your alive or not"

Haechan's hurtful words cut through the air like a knife, leaving a lingering ache in your chest. But instead of crumbling under his verbal assault, you held your ground, your voice unwavering. "Wow, Haechan, you might say this because you're drunk, but I am completely sober. And let me tell you this in front of your hyungs: the worst thing a girl could go through is trying to escape her dad but finding it in a person they truly love. And what's worse is coming back home, wanting to be in my boyfriend's arms, but finding him laying there on the cold floor, not knowing what to do." You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting both pain and determination. "And don't even think of apologizing to me tomorrow when you sober up. I won't expect any apology unless it's the one where you're on your knees, begging." With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Haechan to grapple with his own demons as you sought solace elsewhere.

I wrote this while the math teacher was being a absolute dipshit.

[ravennaortiz]

Ok Sis.... My man Hap!!! 6,8,13,17,18,30,32 with angst with happy ending. Baby Happy on the way and he freaks out at first! He would be the bestest Daddy ever!!

Alright daddy happy( get ya mind out of the gutter lol) with angst and a happy ending? I believe I can whip up some magic for ya!

Prompts

6. Are you afraid of me?

8. Your drunk. No im not

13. I promise

17. I love you

18. Go slow

30. I need you

32. Your mine

Life

Happy stared down at the pregnancy test on the table for a moment before simply walking out of the house and riding off into the night. You laughed at yourself as tears streamed down your cheeks. How could you have been so stupid to have expected any other reaction from him? You two had not been together long and what more could you expect from an outlaw biker? Tossing the test away you locked up the house and made your way to your bedroom where you collapsed into a sobbing mess.

***

A month later you were stepping out of the bathroom after your shower when a figure rose from the bed in the dark. "Shh, just me" slurred Happy as you screamed and he turned the light on. Heart pounding you just stared at him thinking your mind was playing tricks on you. "What are you doing here?" you asked as you clutched the towel around you as tight as possible with your distended belly. "Are you afraid of me?" questioned Happy his eyes boring into you as he ignored your question.

"What?" you questioned as he put his hands in his head. "I don't want you to be afraid of me" he stated sadly as he kept his gaze on the ground. "I mean breaking in unannounced is a reasonable reason for me to have been frightened but I'm not afraid of you" you replied a bit of annoyance in your voice. Who was he to want to be comforted after running away? He stood up and made his way to you the smell of alcohol made your stomach churn as you put your arms out.

"Your drunk Hap" you stated as you gagged some. Happy stumbled back slightly. "No I'm not" he pouted as he frowned at you. "Are you okay?" he asked watching you run back to the bathroom and dry heave. "I'm sensitive to odors and you reek like a brewery to me" you replied. "I'm sorry. I can shower if that is okay?' replied Happy as fought the urge to pull you into his arms.

By the time Happy had showered you were sound asleep. Watching you sleep so peacefully he kicked himself for having missed out on so much time. He moved to his kutte and retrieved the tiny black box he had bought a week ago and put it on your nightstand. He then grabbed a pillow from the bed and made himself cozy on the floor. He hadn't yet earned the right to be in your bed like he hadn't fucked up majorly. Until you invited him back the floor was good enough for him.

***

You awoke the next morning to sunlight filtering through the blinds. You stretched as you sat up and shook your head when you saw Happy asleep on the floor. Looking to your nightstand to grab your phone to check the time your eyes caught on a small black box. Your heart pounded and your breath caught in your throat as you reached for it. Opening it tears well in your eyes as you found a simple silver band with a tiny heart shaped diamond set in it.

You hadn't realized you were crying until Happy spoke. "Was supposed to bring you joy not tears" he stated as he looked up at you. "Its beautiful" you murmured as you turned your eyes to him. I promise to never leave you and to always cherish you. I love you so much and I can't live in this world if your not in it or apart of my life" stated Happy as he moved to kneel at your feet with his hands on your thighs.

"I love you too Happy" you murmured as you caressed his cheek before trying to lean forward to kiss him. Your bump stopped you making you both laugh softly. "Here" murmured Happy as he moved to the bed and kissed you deeply as he pushed you back down on the bed. You moaned as he moved his mouth to the sensitive spot on your neck where he bit down before giving it a soothing lick. "Going to go slow with you baby girl. Show you how badly I need you and make sure you know you are mine forever" he whispered as he trailed his fingers down your sides as he carefully grinded against you.

***

"Mr. Lowman, would you like to hold your little girl?" asked the nurse as she held your beautiful tiny daughter in her arms. "I'm... a little nervous" replied Happy as he chuckled and held out shaky arms. "Your going to be fine. Just tuck her close, support her head" murmured the nurse as she helped him take her.

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[froggibus]

Jason Todd (any version) x reader (preferably female) where Jason helps reader through an anxiety attack? Or a panic attack, if that's easier for you. And with as much fluff as possible, please?

Chilling Out - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: during a party at Wayne manor, you have a panic attack, but Jason knows just how to help you

CW: panic/anxiety attacks, tight spaces (but no claustrophobia), crying, general anxiety (O7), hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma & triggers, soft!Jason, they get ice cream, i promise it ends very wholesome. lmk if i missed anything

i haven't wrote DC in a hot minute but this request was too cute not to write. im so soft for soft Jason!! also shoutout to my trog for helping me come up w a title bcs i am dumb today. anyways hope you enjoy <3

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Jason knows very little about your past. Or at least, the bad parts of your past. You were always hesitant to share that part of your life with anyone, and Jason was never one to pry. 

Even if he didn’t recognize the trigger, he recognizes what comes next. 

That vacant, scared look on your face. The rapid, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He notices the way you’re almost shaking, the way your eyes dart around the room looking for an escape. 

You lose more and more air with every breath. The manor is absolutely packed with guests for Bruce’s most recent gala, and having so many people in so little space is overwhelming. You dig your nails into your palms. I have to get out. 

Jason is frozen across the room from you. He’s torn—stuck between running to you and wrapping you in his arms and never letting go, or letting you be and giving you the space you need to calm down. He knows if the roles were reversed, he’d want to be left alone. He’d go and hide in a comforting space and try to regain control of his thoughts. But you’re not him. 

He blinks and you’re gone, tearing away from the main foyer and escaping into the safety of the house. 

You collapse in the closet of a random room. The darkness accepts you into his arms, surrounding you like a blanket. You squeeze your eyes shut and contract all of your muscles, trying to force air back into your system.  

Jason doesn’t realize he’s following you until the cold air of the grand entrance hits him. You’re completely out of his sight now, having disappeared into one of the many rooms of Wayne manor. He pinches the bridge of his nose—where could you possibly be?

He starts searching the rooms on the ground floor, careful not to be too loud and accidentally startle you. After none of the rooms on the ground floor turn up anything, he starts to climb the stairs. He only makes it two steps before he hears a sob that sounds a little too familiar.

He backs up, eyes locked on the closet that Bruce keeps winter coats in. It’s tucked just out of the way of any prying eyes, at the end of a hallway near Bruce’s study. It’s quiet, enclosed and of course, dark. The perfect spot to hide in. 

“Y/n?” He keeps his voice soft and even, kneeling just outside of the closet. 

You sniffle in response, strained gasps echoing off the walls of the closet. How did he find you? How did he know?

He slowly pulls open the door, giving you enough time to hide your face or protest if you need to. A sliver of light from the hallway breaks through the darkness of the closet and illuminates your face. Jason’s heart breaks at the sight.

Poor thing. All teary eyed and wet cheeked, shaking like a leaf at the bottom of an old closet. He shakes his head. This won’t do.

 “Hey, hey,” he says, “it’s safe here. It’s just us. Just you and I.”

You hear his words but it’s hard to register anything in your panicked state. Your breathing stays erratic, your heart beats so hard you’re scared it will burst. You can see Jason through the black spots and tears, but just barely. He looks more like a broken mirror than a person right now, but it’s Jason.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

As soon as you nod, Jason is pulling you into his lap and shutting the closet door to return you to darkness. Strong arms hold you close to his chest and his scent surrounds you. 

“Close your eyes, okay? Focus on your breathing, focus on what you feel, not what you think.”

You try to follow his instructions, managing to relax enough to shut your eyes. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, the steady bump of his heartbeat, his hands resting above your belly button. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent filling your nostrils and reminding you that he’s really there. 

Jason keeps himself sturdy. He keeps his breathing steady and his hands still. You need stability right now, and Jason is going to be the one to give it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to hold you for an hour, or even the entire night. All he cares about is you.

Your breathing starts to steady and the burning in your chest fades. You try not to push yourself—taking slow, gentle breaths. 

“Feeling better?” He asks, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you’re sitting in his lap, in his arms, in a dark closet.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He nods. “Great to hear.”

Jason awkwardly adjusts so that he can stand, opening the closet door. He reaches a hand out to you. “How about we ditch this thing? We get rid of these stuffy clothes, take a ride on my bike and get some ice cream?”

Jason almost bursts at the genuine smile that fills your face. It’s like clouds parting to let the sun rays through—a reward after seeing you break down in his arms.

“That sounds great,” you accept his hand and let him tug you to your feet. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ten minutes later and Jason is waiting at your door, having traded his suit for jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready to go?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs, out of the backdoor and to the garage where he parked his motorcycle. He helps you do up your chin strap, calloused hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your neck. 

You mount the back of the bike, your feet barely scraping the ground. Jason puts on his own helmet and climbs in front of you. He revs the bike, “you should hold on.”

You lean forwards awkwardly and wrap your arms loosely around his waist. Jason seems satisfied with this and takes off. As soon as the bike lurches into motion, your grip tightens around him. You swear you hear him laugh.

The cool night air feels nice on your once clammy skin, the familiar smell of the city surrounding you. Jason drives carefully, or at least, more carefully than he usually does. You can tell he’s making a great effort to keep you comfortable.

You relax into him, feeling the curves of the bike as you make your way into the city. The streets of Gotham fly by, amber streetlights casting the whole street in a soft glow.

You feel almost disoriented when he brings the bike to a stop in a parking stall next to the ice cream parlor. The sudden cease of motion leaves you feeling like you’re still moving, and you have to wait a minute to get your bearings.

Jason puts down the kickstand and climbs off of the bike, hanging his shiny black helmet from the handlebars. “Here,” he offers you a hand and helps you down.

Your knees shake slightly but you find your balance. You take off the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike where you just were.

“So, what’s your go-to flavor?”

You smile. Jason has never been one for small talk, and he’s definitely never been as gentle as he’s being now. You melt at the idea of him being extra careful with you.

“It’s so hard to decide, honestly,” you admit. “I usually get the same thing every time, but sometimes I want to switch it up, you know?”

He nods, “I’m usually a mint chocolate chip or rocky road guy myself, but I like to mix it up sometimes.”

You spend almost five minutes discussing ice cream flavors with Jason. It doesn’t help that this particular place boasts over 100 flavors, and all of them sound equally delicious. Finally, you manage to decide and step up to the counter to order.

You order your ice cream, but before you can pay, Jason steps up behind you and places his order with yours. You go to protest, but the man is already tapping his card.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Hey, if I invite you out for ice cream, don’t expect to pay.”

You get your ice cream and settle down at one of the picnic benches in the parking lot. It’s a nice, warm night, and there’s not very many people around. Usually you’d be afraid to be out this late in Gotham but having Jason around just settles your nerves.

“Thank you for tonight, Jay. It—it really means a lot to me that you helped me.”

You swear his cheeks tinge red. He looks at you seriously, “anytime. Seriously, if you ever need me, no matter what, just call me, okay? I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat.”

His words almost have you tearing up again. Seeing Jason so soft, so kind and caring—it just makes your heart flutter. He reaches across the table and squeezes your hand reassuringly. 

A peaceful silence falls over the table as you finish your ice cream. Jason never takes his hand away from yours, and you’re not quite sure you want him to. If you could live like this, with him, in this moment forever, you’re sure you’d never have another panic attack again.

[tired-of-being-nice]

the sound

*emerges from finals covered in blood* IM ALIVE *throws this down* *leaves*

anyway, enjoy a little showing of how coren is kept in line!

cws: brainwashing/conditioning, sensory overload (sort of), willing brainwashing

Coren's head isn't working right. It feels all floaty, not quite attached to its body. By the time it got back to where it was supposed to be it was already late in the day and it was too exhausted to give a proper explanation of why it was so late and what it was doing last night. It just begged forgiveness as much as it could when it couldn't think in coherent sentences, much less speak, and now it's sitting on a chair putting all its strength into staying upright and waiting patiently to be told what its punishment is.

It hopes it's the noise. It really, really hopes that. Not just because the alternative is being alone and it can't bear being alone, but because it's so tired and it can't think straight and the noise will help with that, it always does. It'll fix Coren. Make them able to do their job again. Coren wants to be able to do a good job. They want to so badly.

Its head hurts so terribly, which is good, because if it didn't it thinks it would probably slide right off the chair and collapse onto the ground, but it hurts, it hurts so much, the lights are too bright in here and their thoughts are chasing each other in circles and their ears are starting to ring–

"–ren? Coren?" 

Coren blinks and squints at the blurry figure in front of them until it resolves into the shape of Erica, their...manager, or handler, or whatever it is you want to call her.

"Hi, Erica," they mumble. "I don't feel good."

"I can tell that," Erica says with a raised eyebrow, and Coren shrinks back in shame. "What are you holding?"

Coren turns their head to stare at the spatula clutched in their hand. "I, um...dunno."

Erica sighs. "Well, I don't have time to pry it away now. Come on. We've decided you need some more time with the Sound."

Coren perks up immediately and follows behind Erica obediently, mustering their protesting body through the few steps with the promise of soon, soon, soon.

The noise room is empty and white and clean, and Erica shoves Coren inside in a way they'd protest usually but today are grateful for.

The door shuts behind them, and there's a slight click from the speakers, and then the Sound comes on.

It's like white noise but more, resounding, near-deafening, filling the room and your mind until you can't hear yourself think, let alone scream.

(They did use to scream, didn't they? They almost remember that, every time they come in here. But it never sticks— the sound takes it away, and besides, they don't want to remember something so unpleasant.)

Coren sighs, slumping bonelessly to the floor, a dazed smile spreading across their face. The noise drowns out any thoughts, rises and falls in waves, crashing against Coren's brain and gently smoothing away all the pesky contradictory thoughts that had been nagging at them. The ache of starvation fades from their limbs, and the haze of sleepiness melts from their mind. Everything is fine. Everything is alright. 

(but milo–) shhhh (but i have to–) shhhhhh (i'm still hungry–) shhhh (i can't rememb–) shhhhhhhh

This is so nice. Coren doesn't need to worry now. What was there to worry about, anyway? They're safe. The Company has them. The Company loves them.

Their fingers loosen, and the spatula drops from their hand, forgotten.

that's right! it was an EMOTIONALLY SIGNIFICANT SPATULA this whole time! haha!

taglist: @whumpsoda @snakebites-and-ink

[tiredmako]

Hi! I was wondering could we get either a Frank Morrison or Ghostface x reader story where they’re in a relationship and they find out either Frank/Danny got injected with Blights serum.

Reader is then worried about him and rushes to try help him recover from the serums pain? And maybe the other killers seeing that being shocked that a survivor is caring for a killer. If that makes sense and isn’t too much!

Thank you 🤍

⭒kisses for my killer ~ frank morrison⭒

woahhhh sorry this took like forever to right... my play that im in is coming up and ive been pretty busy with that, but tech week is next week so ill be extra busy then but after im free for like!!! ever but anyways 2nd tumblr fic! woohoo ALSO! i had to do a ton of research on blight lore but it was super confusing but i promise i tried my best.... sorry if shes not perfect ;( also not proofread

the woods surrounding the survivor's campfire were dark and lonely. it was an ideal place for some sort of horrible crime- a child to get snatched up, a murder, or in this case, a betrayal.

whenever y/n wandered into the woods in hopes of ending up in ormond, they had a heavy pit in their stomach. if they were caught by another survivor- or worse, ended up in the wrong realm, they were done for. other survivors were already beginning to get suspicious about why they were sneaking out so much, and the lie of 'looking for offerings' was beginning to fail as they often came back with little to show for their long disappearance. if the other survivors found out why they were gone for so long, y/n would never live through another trial. y/n would forever have to keep their dirty little secret. no, not that secret. not the 'i left you on hook because i couldn't get to you in time' while in reality they were just too scared type of secret. a secret dirtier then that.

frank morrison. y/n being romantically involved with frank morrison was their dirtiest secret. a survivor and a killer. somebody who would spend eternity killing, and somebody who would be a victim to it all. not exactly the best pairing.

despite the... not so good circumstances, they still found their ways to love each other in secret. whether it be frank giving them the hatch or y/n helping him recover from a frenzy, they knew that no matter how small their action was it meant worlds to the other. such as in their last trial- they were with susie. after she'd massacred y/n's friends, she allowed them to hop into the hatch without a scratch on their skin. y/n knew for a fact that frank had something to do with this, which is why they'd decided to risk visiting ormond to say thank you. what they didn't expect, was to see frank before they'd even wandered out of the gloomy woods.

"frank?!" they yelped as he stumbled towards them.  his mask was long gone, and a panicked look was etched onto his face."are you okay? what happened?" he was limping and tripping over his own feet- clearly not in the best shape. he practically collapsed on top of them, y/n doing their best to hold him up.

"that stupid.." frank coughed violently as y/n began to slowly rub his back. "the fucking freak. blight. he tried to..." he leaned into them, gasping for breath. "experiment on me, or something." he'd ran away from the blight as fast as he could, but obviously had some disadvantages.

"what was it?"

"i don't know!" frank snapped, hugging them tightly. "fuck." he breathed out heavily. "i... sorry."

"no, frank, i'm so sorry..." they murmured, squeezing him tightly. "i don't know what to say, god that's so horrible." they gently rocked him. "you don't have to worry, though. he's not here, he can't hurt you. where were julie, susie, and joey?"

"they were in their own trials!" he gripped onto the back of their shirt tightly, allowing y/n to sit them both on the ground. his body was draped over theirs as they peppered kisses along his cheek and neck in an attempt to comfort him.

"well, he's not here anymore, okay? he can't touch you, i won't let him. i'll... beat him up, or something."

"you? you'll beat him up?" frank snickered, slowly beginning to calm down in their arms.

"or something like that." they rested their chin on his shoulder as he relaxed against them. "either way, you don't have to worry about him. you have a little team of people who'll keep you safe, yeah?"

"yeah, guess i do." frank paused, thinking for a minute. he squeezed them a bit tighter as he quietly spoke- his voice nearly silent. barely above a whisper. "i love you."

y/n smiled. "i love you more, frank."

off in the distance, joey, susie, and julie were watching in surprise. they knew from frank that him and y/n were in some sort of relationship, but the last thing the three of them expected was for y/n to be this... sweet on him. frank was a ruthless killer, yet here he was being cuddled and cooed at by a survivor. it was shocking to say the least, but in a sweet way. seeing that two victims of the entity were able to still find a light in the entity's realm filled the other three with some sort of... hope.

a hope for something better.

like + reblog for kisses <3

[lavender-z-love]

–Husband!Akaza

–Black.FemReader X Akaza

"H-Hakuji?

One winter evening, you thought you'd been asleep and dreaming. After you heard a knock, you answer the door. Now widowed you didn't expect anyone to be at your home. It was usually the time Hakuji returned to you. But that day, what you'd nerver thought in a million years happened.

Standing in the door frame, the dark silhouette seemed familiar to you. You couldn't make out their face due to your doorway being so dark. Though, when they— or rather He stepped into the light you were shocked. It felt as if your lungs had collapsed.

Your eyes widened as you staggered backwards. Mouth a gaping as your words were lost.

Its not possible, is it? For someone to return— nonetheless with a different appearance?! Maybe you were still grieving? Maybe this was the 'denial' stage of grief? Your husband from the dead.. is now standing in your doorway.

"Don't look at me like that Y/n— Aren't you glad Im back Beloved?" The voice you hadn't heard for weeks comments.

You didn't know what to do..Why is he back? He walked in like he'd never been gone and shut the door behind him. "Beloved? Whats wrong?"

"You—", you stuttered. The sweet face you'd fallen for. His fair skin, now tainted with thick blue markings on his face. His short wavy hair now pink. Those yellow eyes, pink eyelashes throwing you for a loop.

"Hm?" His pink brow raised in confusion to your cut-short sentence.

He takes quick strides to get to you as you stood speechless. His blue fingers reach out to your pulling them up to his lips.

"You okay Y/n?" He bends down a bit to get eye-level with you; as he was taller than you.

"Hakuji—", you hic.

Almost losing your balance, your knees buckle causing you to almost fall. Your husband catching you by the waist, "Woah easy there Y/n!" ,he chortles.

'He's real..He's actually real— I can feel his touch', you think to yourself.

Your hands shaking, feeling his arms, and up his biceps. Hakuji raises a brow, staring at you with confusion. "Hakuji, you're real?"

"Mmm...yes?" He chuckles.

Happy, no...elated your deceased Husband was before you— You'd tackled him to the ground on accident. Your tight hold around him rough you could choke him back to death.

"Y/n, hon?" You eyes and nose running, causing his clothes to be drenched. "Hakuji, I'm really hoping– I'm praying I'm not drunk or you're not a ghost right now."

His arms comforting you, gently rubbing your back. "No honey, I promise I am 100% real. Just a little...different. I hope you aren't disappointed."

"No..I'm happy, So happy."

Akaza smiles,"Im sorry I left you for so long beautiful." He pulls you out of the hug, and looks at you. Seeing your pretty face every morning really made everyday worth living. His fingers wiping away your tears, sharp nails grazing your skin.

"I-It's okay, I'm so glad you're back", you whine.

His eyes..Something so different, yet still the same loving glaze. His eyes..now yellow instead of blue. The marks on his skin, patterns that were new to you. You would look at the marks on his arm, and trance your finger along them.

"Hakuji.."

He gazes at you, humming in response. "Why..why did you come back."

Hakuji's eyes look to the side now, almost as if he tries to think of something to say.

"I was given a second chance..", he admits standing up. Aswell as helping you to your feet. "Start this second chance with me?" He finishes.

"Hakuji, of course." You'd say without thinking, you didn't want to be away from your beloved. Especially after You'd just got him back.

Hakuji walks over to the kitchen counter before picking up your wedding ring. Remembering since you'd technically been widowed there'd been no reason to wear it.

"Honey?" You questioned. Hakuji, returning back to your side. He took your hand sliding the ring on your finger. Just like the day you two became one.

Pulling you in, he held his arm around your waist and the other locking fingers with yours that held the ring.

"Y/n, my sweet and beautiful Y/n..", he mumbled pulling you into a longing kiss. You'd submit complete and immediately almost forgetting what his kisses felt like. Sugary, strong..he was confident~ and so sexy.

When he pulls away he cups your cheek, whispering to you. "Let's do this again hm? But, better this time."

He lures you into a tight hug,"Yes." You say, melting into his arms. There was a silence before he speaks up again.

"Right...before I forget"

"Yes?"

"Just so you dont get confused why others call me something different.."

Hakuji looks at you once more, smiling, ear-to-ear fangs showing. Grazing his bottom lip–

"My name is Akaza darling."

Oof chilie I'll decorate this post when I wake up, I was just wanting to post it !!! Thanks fo reading, hope you liked it :)

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~’Enough Saying Sorry!’~

Hello! Its Zhan! Im back with another Youngjae fic, (I am loyal to Hanjin okay, its just- Youngjae in this comeback is something else istg) Thank you and enjoy reading! Muahhh

The music stop and everybody collapse on the ground from tiredly dancing. “I think thats enough for now.” Shinyu announce, getting up. “Teokkbeokki for dinner!” Kyungmin cheered as the others join. “Wait for a moment, I havent contacted y/n” Youngjae inform and they all groan.

“The lovebirds really cant seperate huh?” Jihoon teased with Dohoon.

“Just leave him be, we can wait for a few minutes. We also need to consider how she’s doing after what happen” Shinyu said. Youngjae thanked him and hurriedly grab his phone that was silent for 3 hours. These days lately was a pretty tough week. He and you officially revealed your relationship towards his fans and although the majority happily accept you both. There was still some anti’s who sends mean and hateful comments, going as far as invading both of your privacy too. So he turned on his phone only to see your multiple miss calls and texts, even including your friend’s miss calls and texts

“Jae-ie, can we meet now?”

“Jae-ie, what are you doing right now?”

“I really need you right now.”

“I just had a shitty day and one of the worst nightmares please answer me.”

“I need your help.”

“Youngjae, where are you?”

“Hey Youngjae! Its y/n’s friend, ____. I just wanna check is she with you? She hasnt been answering me and all so Im a little worried. If she’s with you right now then thats great. Sorry for interrupting you again and please contact as soon as you can 🙏.” He freak out seeing your friend’s text.

“Y/n’s missing, I have to go find her!” He said, packing his bag while the members freak out. Dohoon stop him from moving. “Woah, what do you mean she’s missing? And do you even know where you’re going? We should report the police about this!”

“Listen, I dont have time and im worried for her. Report it to the police for me, I need to start searching for her.” He said pushing Dohoon away and leaving the Hybe building. He took the taxi to your apartment that was luckily near. Arriving, he open the door with the spare key and tried to look around for you in the place. “Y/n?” He shouted looking around. Once he open the bedroom his anxiety heighten. There is not a single soul in the house and there were no clues whatsoever of your whereabouts. He opened his phone and called everybody you knew, colleagues, friends, families and yet none of them about where you are at all. He notices something shining when the sun was setting on your desk. He took a closer and it was the promise ring he gave you for your one year anniversary with your phone by the side. Under it was a letter, for him.

“Dear Youngjae,

Whatever you do, please, dont find me. I notice how clingy I have towards you and hope that you dont find me annoying. I have been rethinking that maybe I should leave you alone for a while. Your comeback is coming closer right? You should focus on that right now. Im at my comfort place, so you dont need to worry about me. -Y/n”

He thank the gods for finding the letter and bring you ring. Running towards the Han River bridge before the sun sets, his body is aching and screaming to stop running and use a taxi, but he doesn’t care and wants to see you no matter what. He kept running and running until he can finally see you again in the middle of the bridge. You always find the bridge interesting due to the beautiful sight and lights surrounding it, how long it is, the cold temperature that you would use as an excuse to hug him and of course the suicidal cases. He just wishes you wont do it too.

In the far distance, he teared up at the sight. You were sitting on the railing of the bridge, a habit you often do that sometimes scare him. But your face looked so peaceful, looking at the sunset. He carefully walk towards you and hug you tighlty from behind. “Jae-ie?” You gasp as he placed his face on your shoulder. “You scared me..” He sniffles, making you look back. “Im sorry.” You said gently and he just tightens in response. “I-I thought I was gonna lose you, you dont know how much you worried me.”

“Im sorry.. There was this fan, who was following me and kept asking me questions. I had to hide but they now know where I live and all so I panic. They finally went home, but I still felt unsafe, so I went here to clear things off my mind. Im sorry-“

“Enough saying sorry!” He shouted. “I should be the one to say sorry to you. I was too busy with practice that I ignored your messages. I wasnt there to stop the fans and comfort you, and it took me a while to find your whereabouts even though I should have known. Its my fault for leaving you alone..”

You shook your head, carefully turning around while Youngjae holds your hips. “I know you wont do that purposefully, and I appreciate. But we must admit that it was also my fault for leaving and not contacting anybody, Im sorry.” You said holding his face as he tears up again. He pulled you closer and hugged. “I forgive you, I will always forgive you. Im so sorry.” He sobbed on your shoulder as you too, cried as it is the first time you ever see him cry. You caressed his hair as you hold onto him tightly. Finally the sun sets, revealing the moon and the lights surrounding the bridge turns on.

“Ill make sure to talk to the company about the fan.” Youngjae said and you nod. “Lets go home,” he said. Carrying you princess style towards a nearby bench outside of the bridge. Ordering a taxi for you both.

Arriving to the TWS dorms, all the members circled around you looking worried. You reassured them that everything is fine, although they were hesitant they all left the both of you alone, making sure to keep an extra portion of the teokkbeokki for you. Inside his bathroom, he pampered you with a bath, massage, skin care and of course kisses and cuddles. Youngjae makes sure that the fan will get a warning by talking to the company as he doesnt want to see you in that state again. He pulled you close in the bed, spooning you and hum your favorite songs, helping you drift asleep and he joins you after.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

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Every Time (Crosshair x GN!Reader) Drabble

Wanted to practice writing some gn smut. I don't think that this leans too far in either direction but let me know. Also im feeling somewhat emotional today so i wanted to channel that into something a little different than what i usually write. hope yall enjoy.

also i cant watch the new episode yet so I'm killing time by writing drabbles lmao

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected sex Word Count: 600+

Every time he was on Coruscant he found his way back to you.

And every time without fail you let him.

‘This is just a one-time thing’ turned into ‘just one more time’ every time the two of you were on the same planet. And honestly? You were fine with it. No one had ever seemed to learn your body the way that Crosshair did. No one seemed to know how to push your buttons quite like he did. No one had you coming back for more every time the way he did.

You found yourself out near the GAR barracks on the way home from work when you saw him, mingling with the rest of his squad. You missed the way the one with the long hair and bandanna motioned over to you while they were talking, missed the way the tall clone excused himself from the conversation quickly, all you noticed was the way he wordlessly fell into step beside you, still fully armoured up, long rifle slung over his back. Walking in companionable silence back towards your apartment, the promise of a long night ahead of both of you.

You both know that you could send him away at any point and he would leave. You could fire his words right back at him about how it was only a one time thing and he would return to his squad without a word, ending whatever it is the two of you have going on.

You both know you won’t.

That was how you found yourself in your current position, lying naked on your back on top of the plush couch in your living room, city lights of coruscant pouring through the windows bouncing off the scarred planes of his chest as his hips collided with yours in a desperate frenzy. His long arms planted either side of your head, his brows knitted together as he slammed his length in and out of you.

Your whimpers and moans of his name spur him on, grounding him in the here and now as he uses your body for his own pleasure, the two of you locked in a passionate back and forth that neither of you want to end.

“Cross- You feel so good… Kriff don’t stop” you moan out as the tip of his cock hits that spot inside you with every thrust, making stars burst behind your eyes and pleasure snake its way down your spine.

He groans out your name as he chases his peak, thrusts beginning to stutter and lose their rhythm as the feeling of your tight heat overwhelms him, consuming every nerve in his body as he chases the high he’s after every time he sees you, every time he claims you.

You reach a down to play with yourself as Crosshair loses himself in the feeling of your body. Your hand, combined with the delicious drag of his cock in and out of you has you falling over the edge.

The coil that’s been building all night snapping as pleasure floods every nerve in your body. Your face contorts in pleasure as you scream soundlessly, muscles tightening and releasing tension you didn’t even know you were carrying.

Collapsing onto his elbows, Crosshair buries his head in your neck as he moans your name and spills inside of you, thrusting a few more times before extracting himself from you and pulling you to his side, staring up at the ceiling of your lavish apartment before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

You feel him move, ready to make a hasty exit as he always does after one of your carnal encounters, causing a strange feeling of panic to embed itself in the pit of your stomach. You grab onto his arm and make an impulsive and possibly stupid decision.

“stay…” your voice is small, as if the single syllable is enough to scare the sniper away from you.

He simply nods and curls up against your side on the couch, long arm slung over your body, eyes fixed on the Coruscant traffic on the other side of the window as you card your hand through his hair.

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