#this is just so uncomfortable to write about i dont even know what else to tag it as

[loricciardo]

CHAPTER SIX | KARMA GOES BOTH WAYS

tags. original female character, heavy misogyny, toxic masculinity, verbal & physical aggression, toxic father-son dynamics, emotional distress, unresolved grief, psychological manipulation (if you squint), max can’t even say natalie’s name, i dont know how to write race scenes without making them boring.

a/n. i rewrote this chapter multiple times and i dont even know if i even like it. but it’s okay </3 poor max, all he wants is his father’s praise without having to doing anything to earn it

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Karma had a funny sense of humor, Max decided, as the car rolled into his grid slot at the front of the 19 man (+1 woman) pack.

The sun blazed down on the tarmac, heat shimmering off the formula cars as they lined up for the start. Max adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, glancing into the tiny rearview mirror. Not for the Ferraris or the Mercedes this time, but for the glint of scarlet just behind him; Natalie’s helmet.

It was impossible to miss, he decided. That garish, shimmering red with metallic overlays and tiny lightning bolts streaked across the sides as if she was trying to brand herself as electric. But what caught Max’s attention most (and what always did) were the seven small silver stars arched neatly across the crown. One for each of her father’s championships. A legacy engraved into lacquer. He’d heard Natalie say it was a tribute, something personal, but to Max, it looked painfully tacky. Too obnoxious, too showy, clinging to the past. Riding the tail end of someone else’s greatness. Natalie wore that helmet like a crown she hadn’t ever earned, and that infuriated Max.

Max had slowly eased off the gas just enough during the formation lap to let her sit uncomfortably close to his car. A small, petty part of him enjoyed it. Made her work for the gap. Let her stew.

The lights began Formula One’s familiar dance.

First light flicked on. Max exhaled slowly through his nose, letting the adrenaline settle into something cold and precise.

Second. Third. Fourth.

Fifth.

With a flick of his fingers over the button and a reflexive tighten of his grip on the wheel, Max launched.

It was clean. Perfect, even, if the Dutch man had to say so himself. The RB19 responded as if it was hardwired to his nerves, like the grip of the tires had fused into his body itself. There was no oversteer, no stutter, and he was able to accelerate way ahead of everyone else. Red Bull had truly created a monster of a car.

Max had controlled momentum that reminded everyone why he sat on pole. Why Max Verstappen was the reigning World Champion. Everyone else slowly faded in the dust.. until they didn’t.

A sudden whoosh of yellow light flashed in the corner of Max’s vision as he flew out of the second turn. His focus snapped to the trackside panels that were blinking amber. He realized something had gone wrong behind him.

His right foot stayed planted on the accelerator, but instinct sharpened his senses. His eyes darted to his mirrors, though all he could see was the shimmer of distant carbon fiber catching the Bahrain sun. No clear incident in sight.

The radio crackled in his ear a second later, static breaking just long enough for GP’s voice to come through. There was hesitation in the tone. Definitely not panicked, but heavy, like he was holding something back.

“Yellow flags, Max, possible Virtual Safety Car incoming.”

“What happened?” Max didn’t take his eyes off the apex as he slowly rounded the next corner, but his stomach coiled with something that wasn’t quite curiosity, but danced along with amusement.

“It was.. Alonso and Schumacher. Contact at Turn One.”

There was a beat of static. Max didn’t need to hear the rest of what GP was about to say. He already knew. The pit of his stomach dropped, sharp and cold, and a rough, heartfelt laugh scraped its way up his throat before he could stop it. It came out dry, bitter, and breathless as Max caught the lack of air in his lungs. Of course it was her again. Of course it was this. The one thing he didn’t want to deal with, the one distraction he couldn’t outrun. His hands tightened on the wheel, jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Of fucking course!

“She’s pitting currently. Looks like Alonso needs a new front wing. I believe.. Schumacher’s got a puncture.”

Max’s eyes narrowed behind the visor. “Again, if I wanted updates on her, I’d ask.”

“Copy.”

He barely had time to ride the wave of vindication before GP’s voice came back, quieter this time.

“This is important, Max. Schumacher’s retiring. Damage to her rear suspension. You’re the only Red Bull on track.”

And there it was. Barely a corner into the race, and Natalie Schumacher was already out. The only trace of satisfaction left was the tiniest pull at the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath the matte shell of his helmet. He kept his hands steady on the wheel, eyes forward, voice silent on the radio. He didn’t need details and he didn’t need to gloat. Because the result spoke loud enough: she couldn’t even make it to the checkered flag. Again. And for Max, that was the difference. The chasm that separated a two time world champion from that F2 rookie with nothing but her name.

“So Max, your first win of the season. How does it feel?”

The camera was too close for comfort and Max could already feel sweat drying at his temple as he nodded. Unsurprisingly, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yeah,” he mused with his voice even, “it feels good. Starting from pole, you expect to finish up front. The car was strong, strategy was clean, and the team did a great job today.”

Cheers rippled through the crowd just behind the press barrier, but Max barely reacted for he had done this what felt like the thousandth time of his career already.

“And speaking of the team…” the reporter continued, almost too casually. “Can you comment on Red Bull’s decision to retire Natalie Schumacher’s car? From the outside it looked like a minor issue. A small tire puncture, rear suspension damage. What do you make of it?”

Max’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t break eye contact with the camera.

“I think my teammate said everything that needed to be said out on track,” Max answered bluntly. “I support the team’s decision, and I trust that they know what’s best.”

Per usual, the reporter wasn’t done. “This morning, Natalie told us she hoped her performance this year might inspire more young girls to get interested in motorsports. Do you think she can still be that role model… after today?”

It was a stupid question. Obvious headline bait, plain and simple. But Max’s patience had already worn thin. He could feel his victory slipping from the narrative. How dare they? Why wouldn’t they ask him about something that actually mattered?

“Well let’s just say,” the brunette man nodded coolly, “she would be more inspiring talking about the makeup she wears over racing.”

The reporter blinked, taken aback, but Max had already turned.

In the Red Bull garage, just a few moments after stepping down from the podium with champagne still drying on his race suit and the scent of burnt rubber clinging to his skin, Max expected applause. Maybe a few back slaps, a grin from Christian, some acknowledgment of the win. Instead, the moment he stepped beneath the bright fluorescent lights of the pit lane awning, he was hit with a brick of tension that was so heavy it beat through the adrenaline still shaking in his veins. Engineers barely looked up from their monitors while the mechanics exchanged stiff glances. And Christian Horner was already striding toward the driver with that particular frown Max recognized all too well. Sheer disappointment, almost disgust.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Christian all but shouted. He marched towards the driver and crossed his arms.

Max tossed one of his gloves onto the bench and unzipped his suit halfway. “Mm.. what do you mean?”

“Don’t act so bloody stupid,” Christian snapped. “You couldn’t let it go for one day? One race?”

Max shrugged, wadding up his balaclava. “If she can’t take a little media pressure, maybe she’s not cut out for all this.”

Christian stared at him, disgusted, for a beat longer, then shook his head and turned back to the pitwall, muttering under his breath.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, stomping and unhesitating. Max didn’t look up at first but the rhythm was familiar now, embedded in the back of his mind like the hum of the RB engine. Her silhouette stretched along the floor before she even appeared, cast by the overhead lights in jagged, flickering lines. The curve of her ponytail, the purposeful swing of her stride. Max knew it was his teammate before she even crossed the threshold.

“Well done, Verstappen! You really know how to soak up the spotlight.” Natalie’s tone was low as she strolled into the garage with a tennis ball bouncing in one hand.

She didn’t look at him, or rather, she couldn’t. Natalie was way too angry with the man right now to even set her eyes on him. She just plopped into the chair across from the telemetry screens and pulled her knees up, curling into herself in that completely impractical way Max found bizarrely vexing.

There’s no way that’s comfortable, he thought. What’s wrong with sitting with both feet on the floor?

“At least I finished the race,” he scoffed and itched his scalp. “Unlike someone who tapped out before Lap Two. Not very Intimidator of you.”

“Sorry? I didn’t ‘tap out’. I came in because the team called me in.” Natalie looked bewildered at Max.

“Maybe the car just had enough,” he muttered. “Didn’t want to embarrass itself trying to drag the stupid idiot that sat in the cockpit around for fifty eight laps.”

She stood suddenly, faster than Max expected. By the time Max turned, she was right there. Not tall but close enough that he had to tilt his chin to keep looking down at her. Her voice dropped to a quiet, dangerous place.

“Fuck. You. And I mean it.”

Max smirked, leaning in ever so slightly. “Very original. Practice that one in the mirror too, Princess?”

Natalie’s palms smacked Max’s chest with a sharp, unexpected force that knocked him back a step. Enough to jolt the breath from his lungs and wipe the shit eating grin clean off his face. He hadn’t seen that coming at all. One second she was glaring, the next she was lunging, frustration spilling from her fingers as if it had been waiting to be unleashed since lights out.

Honestly, the shove wasn’t enough to hurt but it carried the weight of every insult he’d thrown her way, every sneer and sideways comment, and it landed with a startling thunk. Max blinked, stunned for half a heartbeat, before his eyes snapped up to meet hers. Natalie was already standing square again, arms glued at her sides, and a crooked, almost smug grin pulled at the edge of her mouth.

“Did you just.. push me?”

“Sure did.”

Max stepped forward instinctively. In his mind, closing the space between them might somehow give him back control of the altercation spiraling between them. The air crackled, their earlier argument still simmering just beneath the surface. But before he could say a word, a third voice cut through, gentle yet undoubtedly excited.

“Hey Tallie! What’s going—?” It was Mick Schumacher.

Max watched the tension in Natalie’s shoulders drop the second her brother’s hand landed on her arm. Mick didn’t say much. Just smiled, calm and solid, like always.

“You ready to go?” Mick asked his sister, glancing only briefly at Max.

Natalie didn’t answer right away. She stood there a second longer, something unreadable flickering across her face, before she nodded. She moved quickly, packing up her gear without a glance back at Max.

Max stood in place, jaw tight, one hand with a glove still on.

Mick paused just before the blonde siblings turned to leave. “Oh! Also, Mama called,” the blonde man informed, more tender now. “She wanted me to tell you she’s proud of you.”

Natalie’s face didn’t change but she stilled at the words. And then, in a quiet voice she sourly got out: “But.. I didn’t even finish.”

“I just knew you were going to say that! She didn’t care,” Mick chuckled, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “She admires the effort.”

They were proud of her? She hadn’t even made it through a full lap!

Max stood at the back of the garage, arms crossed, watching as Natalie disappeared down the hallway with Mick. She was laughing again. It was half hearted, sure, but nevertheless. And for what? A DNF and sympathy? He didn’t understand it. Couldn’t.

His jaw clenched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, the screen lighting up with the same message he’d been ignoring since the cooldown room.

Pa: You only won by eleven seconds? Really? Get a bigger gap next time. See you in Jeddah.

Max didn’t even bother replying. He knew better by now to. The man shoved his phone back into his race suit, fingers digging into the fabric just a little more aggressively than necessary.

“Gina wants to call and hear all about it when we’re back at the hotel, okay?” Mick’s voice carried back toward the other garage. “And how about some ice cream to celebrate your first race in the books?”

“You are actually five years old, bru!”

“Uh, whatever do you mean?” Mick cleared his throat. “You hear that, everyone?! My little sister just had her first ever Formula One race! Did she finish? No! But she—OW!”

Max watched through the gap between the garages as Natalie smacked Mick’s arm with a glare. Mick grinned at her anyway, and she cracked a small smile in return. The kind of moment Max would’ve rolled his eyes at if the fire burning in his chest wasn’t so ruthlessly hot. He waited until they rounded the corner and were gone.

Then, without thinking, he grabbed the fuzzy tennis ball Natalie left behind earlier, still sitting on the counter, hurled it at the nearest wall.

The snap echoed through the garage. An engineer glanced up quickly from the monitor across the room but didn’t say anything. Max didn’t care who saw.

He let out a harsh breath that sounded more like a snarl, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the spot where the ball had bounced and rolled off into a corner.

The air in the garage was cooler now that the cars were off and the grandstands had mostly packed up, but it did nothing to settle the heat boiling under his skin. His win today had been clean. Dominant, even. Pole to flag. A fucking hat trick for God’s sake! And yet, all anyone seemed to care about was her.

He’d seen it in the press room. How the questions about his race had immediately pivoted to hers. He’d seen it in the eyes of the younger mechanics. Ones who had spent more time helping her get adjusted than reviewing his telemetry. Even Christian, despite the earlier reprimand, had seemed more concerned about Natalie’s reaction than proud of Max’s result for the team.

And the worst part?

There were cracks in Natalie today. Flaws in that perfectly constructed persona. The quiet, controlled tone she always used with the press? It had slipped. The tight grip on her PR smile? Gone. He’d seen the frustration, the wild flash in her eyes when she shoved him, the sharpness in her voice. For the first time, she looked human.

Natalie Schumacher looked vulnerable.

And Max planned to keep pulling at every thread until the whole thing unraveled. Until everyone saw what he already knew. That Natalie Schumacher didn’t belong in the same car as him. And she never would.

He looked back at the scuffed wall where the tennis ball had smacked and finally let his lips curl upwards. It wasn’t anything close to sweet.

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[c0llisiion]

NEED TO KNOW — j.jk

★Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: older!jk, dads bestfriend!jk , oral (giving and receiving ) , unprotected sex , reader has a crush on jk, bachelor!jk, big dick jk, size kink kinda, hair pulling, gagging, slapping, pervert jk , dry humping , anal play , degradation, name calling, nicknames - lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 4,395

A/N: remember that time I mentioned a jk fic that i was writing? This is that fic. Literally put this on hold for 2 months and finished writing it last night 😭 anyways enjoy!!

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

“But i dont wannnnaaaaa goooooo!..” you whined as you declined your dad’s offer to go to his big company party. “Sweetheart this is a huge deal for me …” your dad countered. “… more over, mr.jeon is going to be there ..!” Your ears perked up at the mention of Mr. Jeon. The tall, tatted bachelor with his piercings and built body, who has been your dad’s best friend since his college days.

Since you were a teenager, you have had the biggest crush on him. He was perfect in every way. He was older. More wiser. Handsome. Just your type. The initial infatuation was small, but as you grew into your adult years, it grew stronger.

You were starting to dream about him. Not even the usual kind. Wet dreams.

He grew older like fine wine. Body covered in beautiful art. Built like an actual Greek god.

Surprisingly, he was not yet married, even though he was well off in his late 40s. He used to say 'no woman has ever caught my attention' when someone mentioned him still being single at his age—from what you've heard.

Your dad and him, being business partners, frequently bring him to your home. Always hanging out at the bar or in your dad’s study. You capitalized on these small visits and began attempting to attract his attention. Whenever he came over, you started hanging out at the bar. Offering to make him special drinks. Talking about his interests , which you found out through intense stalking just to impress him. wearing revealing clothes, buying him his favorite food and snacks whenever you visit his office to pick up something for your father. You got very close to him. Your obsession with him became stronger because he seemed so nonchalant about your little tactics. The worst thing you have ever done was hire someone to break off one of his relationships. Only you were meant for him. No one else.

Hearing your father say that he would be there was another opportunity to impress him. You shot up. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS BEFORE???” You say as you rummage into your closet for the perfect dress. Your father believed that your attraction to Jungkook was innocent and similar to that of a child. You had always said you hated the smell of alcohol, so he thought it was strange for you to start hanging out at the bar. Despite noticing many changes, he dismissed them as 'innocence', so he expected you to join him if he mentioned Jungkook. He left your room with a satisfied smile on his lips. You finally found the dress. A satin spaghetti strap dress in black, his favorite color, with a dangerously low open back. The dress was revealing when you put it on; the side of your boob was peeking out, but it hugged your curves perfectly. As the time got closer, you finished up spraying on your most expensive perfume, taking a final look at yourself before leaving.

The party was classy. A huge venue with what appeared to be millions of waiters with champagne. Upon entering the venue with your family, your eyes immediately searched for Jungkook. It wasn't long before you spotted him in the middle of a small group. He seemed to notice your family and hurried towards all of you without delay. As he got closer, your heart was beating fast. “Hey hey! My man!” He said taking your dad into a tight hug. “You could have come a bit more later!” He said sarcastically, taking a jab at your dad’s late-coming habit. “Don't blame me! This one took too long!” Your dad exclaimed, hugging you by your side. Jungkook’s eyes landed on you. He stared you down. Taking in each and every curve, his eyes eventually landed on your chest before he looked at your face and smiled. “So glad you came! You look gorgeous tonight.” He said, taking in your hand and kissing the back of your palm slowly, in a sensual way, while deeply staring into your eyes. He pulled away and rubbed the skin with his thumb before giving you a smirk. You felt your insides melt and your brain malfunction at his simple gesture. You were frozen in place and didn’t know what to do. You shyly backed away and looked down , trying to hide your wide smile with your bangs, which Jungkook took notes on.

Time flew by as you watched Jungkook speak in front of the huge crowd with charisma and confidence. One of his best traits. He always caught everyone’s attention with his choice of words and tone. It was embarrassing for you to admit that, but it turned you on. Your legs were crossed, rubbing your thighs together from time to time, and no one seemed to notice, except for Jungkook, of course. He eyed you every time you made a small movement.

All the speeches and boring talks concluded, which made you run out onto the balcony for some fresh air. You stared off into the distance, thinking about what Jungkook had done to you earlier. Was it platonic? Was he just being nice? Does he have feeli- “did all those old men bore you out?” Jungkook was behind you. His voice husky. His lip and eyebrow piercing, shining under the moonlight. You were caught off guard and turned around to see ‘your man', “mr.jeon! Ugh you scared me!” You said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. He gets closer with a charming smile on his face and hands in his pockets. “My apologies. I didn't mean to scare you!” He let out a soft chuckle. “How is your night going?” He asked you. “Hm? Oh good i guess, it’s kinda boring, but i would do anything for my father..” He chuckled and gave you a side eye. “For your father? Really?” it seemed like he knew the real reason why you were here in the first place. “Wdym really? I love my dad!” You said in a playful, offended tone.  He chuckled once again. “Fine fine! I know how much you adore him.” You sighed softly and smiled.

“I like that dress on you. It suits you a lot.”  He said while eyeing you. You blushed at his compliment, looking down and fiddling with your acrylic nails. “Thank you..” you mumbled under your breath. You feel him getting closer to you. “Sorry? I didn’t hear you,  sweetheart.” His hands were on your hips, squeezing them softly. You froze in place. Heart beating faster. Your legs threatening to fall. His hands creeped towards your ass. Groping it softly, not wanting to seem too pushy. “Mr.jeon…-“ you let out a shaky whimper at his touch. “It’s jungkook for you, doll.” He said leaning in closer to your ears. He took a huge sniff of your neck and hair. “Thierry mugler alien eau de parfum? You have good taste.” He said while softly chuckling in your ears before pulling away. He lifted your chin so you can look at him. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you stared into his intoxicating eyes. “What did you want to say earlier?” You gulped before speaking up. “Thank you… jungkook.” He smiled at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. His hands went under your ears, caressing the soft skin gently. Your eyes widened, and you just stood there. “I’ll see you around okay?” He said smiling before he left. You were standing put, like a statue, your limbs refusing to move. 

A few days went by, and you were still processing whatever happened with jungkook that night. His kiss. The way his hands caressed your body. His little nicknames. It was just too much to process. You didn’t see or hear much from jungkook since that day. There were small interactions, but he seemed to ignore you each time. You were starting to get worried. What happened? What did you do wrong? Did you fuck up? Does he hate you?. You never stopped overthinking.

One morning, you heard the familiar voice of Jungkook from the kitchen, laughing and giggling with your father. You quickly put on your clothes and dolled up, still hoping to impress him, before you went downstairs. “Ah! She’s finally awake! We were just talking about you!” Your father exclaimed. You observed jungkook as he sat on the kitchen island and ate what appeared to be lucky charms. His favorite cereal. He glanced at you briefly before turning away. You felt your heart shatter. After all that he did? Is this the way he treats you? . You walked past him and got yourself a glass of orange juice. “Did you sleepwell princess?” Your father inquired. Jungkook was still not looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the newspaper in front of him. “Yeah yeah i did.” You said putting on a fake smile. “Oh!” Your father exclaimed as he heard his phone ring. “Excuse me.” He said before rushing out of the kitchen.

You glared at jungkook and gulped down your orange juice before dropping the glass onto the table. Jungkook noticed your action, which made him put his newspaper aside and walk towards you. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, leaning onto the island. “Hmph!” You huffed, turning around. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Come onnn! Tell me.” He said while hugging your waist from the back. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back around. “What did I do wrong? Why do you keep doing this to me?” You asked. “Doing what?” “Are you seriously going to act like you don’t know?” You said folding your arms. Jungkook had a confused look on his face. “You are ignoring me damn it!” “Ohhhhh! About that! I just didn’t have anything to say.” He said shrugging. You rolled your eyes at him. “Admit it, Jungkook, you just want to play with my feelings. You don’t care about me. You never did.” You let it all out. It was weird for you to act like this, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jungkooks eyes darkened, and he stared at you. You gulp.  “You think I don’t care about you? Me? Not caring about you? You think i come to your house almost every other day for your father?” He said while pushing you down onto the island. He turned you around and hugged you close to his body; you could feel his clothed hard dick on your pussy. You shudder when he slowly grinds his hips into your behind. “Ya feel that doll? Thats how you got me everyday..” he said whispering into your ears. His free hand found your right tit before he gave it a squeeze. Tugging the thin white fabric of your crop top down to expose your hardened nipple. You hear him darkly chuckle in your ear before giving the sensitive bud a squeeze. His hips never seemed to stop as he continued dry-humping you. You felt yourself involuntarily lowering yourself on the island, pushing your ass back into him for more stimulation. He immediately pulls away, leaving you weak and clenching around absolutely nothing. You whined, turning around to face him with pleading eyes. “What?” He scoffed at how desperate you were. He got closer and fixed your shirt. He didn’t say anything and just rubbed your shoulders down before walking away. 

A while later, you were napping in your bedroom. It was not uncommon for you to take naps in between the day since you were basically unemployed and didn’t have much to do, and you also needed one after what happened with jungkook.

All the blinds were shut, leaving the room completely dark. It was silent; the only sound that was heard was the faint noise of the air conditioner. You were in deep sleep and didn’t notice or hear Jungkook entering your room. You felt the bed sink next to you before you felt a cold hand on your hip. His hands, kneading the soft flesh of your ass before it grazed around your desperate cunt. You whine when you feel his fingers touch and draw circles on your sensitive part. “Shh..” he shushed you before pressing onto your pussy. He chuckles at how quickly you got wet. Your mouth was agape, soft grunts escaping every second. He slowly pushed you onto your stomach, climbing on top of you before pulling your pink panties to the side.

It was dark, and he couldn’t see much, but he could feel how soaked you were. He spread your cheeks and lowered his mouth down onto your cunt, sucking on it. Your eyes shot open, heavy breathing as you turned around to see the man of your dreams eat you out from behind. “Ju-jungkook..?” He shut you up by lapping his tongue over your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, your head falling sideways, already drooling even though he barely started. He lifted your ass up using his strong hands, making you arch your back. He dropped his head lower and started sucking on your clit, his big nose pressing into your soaking pussy. You grabbed a handful of his hair from behind and pushed him closer. He hummed into your pussy, making you gasp for air. Loud slurping and squelching sounds, along with his groans and your moans, echoed throughout the room. You were seeing stars. The way his mouth ate you out and the feeling of his cold lip ring on your pussy were beyond comprehensible. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your body warm up, and a knot formed in your abdomen. Jungkook took notes on your body language and pulled away. You cried out when you lost contact.

He leaned in and switched on one of your bed lights, finally giving the room some light. He observed your body. Your ass was still up, your pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal. It was clenching and unclenching around nothing. He let out a scoff before turning you around. Your face already looked fucked out. Tears painted your cheeks, and drool was all over your mouth. He hovered over you, placing a hand on the headboard. He used his other hand to wipe your face clean. “We have gotten ourselves a good hour; better make this quick, alright?” You nodded softly and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. He kissed you back and hugged you closely to his body. His hands went under your tee, squeezing your tit. You whined into the kiss. “You are so sensitive, sweetheart…” he mumbled. You break off the kiss and cup his face. “Jungkook… want more..” He tilted his head to the side and stared at you. He put on a smirk before standing at the foot of the bed.

He took off his pullover, revealing his tatted arms and toned abs and pecs. The soft bed light that was illuminating the room was able to capture every detail of his body. You stare. Hand in between your legs, squeezed shut. You bit your lip softly before your eyes met his. He gestured for you to come closer, which made you crawl to him. Your face was now right in front of his hard dick. You could see the bulge growing. His hand went behind your head, grasping your hair gently. You looked up at him with your doe eyes, which instantly made him fold, but he kept his composure. He gave you a nod, pushing your head closer to his crotch. Your nose nudged the bulge before your greedy fingers hastily unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened when his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. He was big. Girthy. The tip was red, and you could see his precum peaking from the slit. Without wasting time, you took a stripe from the base of his dick until the tip before you sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of your plump lips sucking on his sensitive tip. He was starting to get impatient and pushed your head down, filling your mouth even though he was only half way in. You looked at him with teary eyes as you choked around his girth. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. His other hand caressed your cheek, pushing himself further down your throat. You could feel him. Your jaws were hurting, and you grabbed onto his hips for stability. Your throat spasmed around his cock. He noticed how you were kinda struggling. “Better make me feel good, okay? I want that throat to show me what it got.” With that, he started thrusting into your mouth. You started choking and gagging around his length, which just turned him on even more.

He yanked your head off of his cock. A string of pre cum and saliva connected your lips and his cock head. You looked up at him and whined, wanting his dick to stuff your mouth again. He bent down to your level before licking your chin clean, swallowing the mixture before speaking to you. “On your knees and hands, baby girl." You obliged immediately, taking off your flimsy tee before throwing your ass in the air and arching your back for him. You felt the bed dip behind you, and jungkooks long dick landed on your ass, slowly grinding through the sheer panties.His wet cock making it translucent. You whimpered, already feeling yourself getting hotter. “You are such a dumbslut.” He lowly chuckled.

“You think it wasn’t obvious?” He removed your skirt and ripped your panties. You gasp at his sudden action. “All these skimpy skirts and tops.. and just when I'm around? Were you that desperate, princess ?” He said while pushing his cockhead into your sopping hole.

You let out a loud moan; his tip was enough to stretch you out. “Not gonna lie… i was very flattered” gripping your ass cheeks as he slowly pushed further, letting you adjust to his size. He continued. “I only kept my cool because you were my best friend's daughter, but—holy shit-“ he gets cut off as you clench around his length, tears already dripping down your face. Your mind fogging up. You were constantly letting out soft moans and whimpers as he slowly bottomed down into you. “Woah there-“ he chuckled. “im not even half way in sweetheart” he said while grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. You looked at him with teary eyes. Lips quivering. He smirked before kissing your cheek. He let go of your hair and pushed your head down into the pillow using his hand. The other hand was on your hip as he finally pushed all the way in. “Since you are begging for it— ” you let out a loud scream as he filled you to the brim.

Although it was painful, the pleasure made you forget about the pain. you felt warm spit fall on your pussy as he starts moving. “Gon’ fuck you silly, alright? Isn’t that what you wanted? Getting dicked down by your father's friend? What a whore…” You nodded incoherently. A loud cry left your lips as his hips thrust into you harshly. His pace was slow, but the way he thrust in was so... Your body was moving forward with every thrust. Sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through your room. You were not able to focus on anything. His pace increased, and so did the harshness of his thrust. You clenched around him, making him fall forward. He caged your tiny body under his larger one. “Fuck babygirl.. you are gonna rip my dick off..” he chuckled. “Jungk-kook… feels too good…” you managed to blabber out as he fucked into you like a madman. “Yeah? you like that? You liked getting fucked by older men, dont you sweatheart?” You whined as his large hands gripped your hair.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This man has seen you grow up. He has been there since you were a baby.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds…” he said while landing a tight slap on your ass, reddening the area almost immediately. You gasped and whimpered, letting out a loud pornographic moan as Jungkook hit a specific spot. His other hand found your swollen clit and started drawing rough circles on it. Pinching and tugging the abused nub. Your legs trembled, and your moans got louder. “F-fuck! Jungkook…don’t s-stop! Feels so good!” You babbled. Jungkooks eyes were focused on your pussy. The way you took in his length. Your milky white cream coated his entire length, collecting at the base of his cock.

He stopped thrusting in you for a moment. You whined as you felt him suddenly stop. Jungkook smirked before leaning over and whispering in your ears. “Fuck yourself on me, doll.” You cried in defeat. Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to start moving. You gulped before slowly rocking your body forward and backward. You could feel his every inch penetrating the insides of your gummy walls. His large tip hitting your cervix over and over again. “Thats all you can do? Wow.. so pathetic..” he scoffed. You shook your head furiously and started going faster. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as he watched your ass ripple. “Play with that little clit of yours.” He commanded. You reached down in between your legs, finding the sensitive nub almost immediately. You slowly rubbed your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out as the stimulation of your pussy and clit was getting overwhelming. You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Mouth in a soft ‘o’ shape and eyes crossed as his cock hit your gspot every time you moved in and out. Jungkook was in a different world. His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He was close to cumming just by seeing you fuck yourself on him.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, before a glob of spit landed on your asshole. You shuddered and panicked, stopping for a moment. “J-jungko-?” “Just focus on fucking yourself; everything is going to be alright…” he reassured you. You nodded before going back. His long fingers toyed with your rim. You grunt when you feel his fingers prod into your asshole. “Shh- shh.. youre safe .. jus’ wan’ try something new..” You gulped and shut your eyes tightly as his fingers ventured further into your asshole. He shoved three of his fingers into you, making you moan out loud. “Fuckkkkk- so tight…” he whispered. You melt and crumble when you feel his fingers move inside of you. You buried your head in your pillow, muffling out any unholy noise.

Your pussy and asshole clenched around his fingers and dick, making him groan. “So damn sensitive… has any guy fucked you, this good princess?” You shake your head. “N-no sir …” Jungkook shot up at the name. His fingers increasing in speed. You let out choked-out moans and cries as his fingers curled inside your asshole. “Say that again, will ya?” His other hand found your hips and started stretching your pussy out again. “Please.. f-fuck me harder… sir.” That was all it took to make Jungkook go feral. His cock left your pussy and was immediately shoved inside your sensitive ass. Your eyes shot out, and you couldn’t make any noise as you looked back at jungkook with tears rolling down your cheeks. He pinned your wrists behind your back before moving in and out. He struggled, initially. curse him for not stretching you out more, but his cream-coated cock provided enough lube for him to start pounding into you smoothly. “Shits so fucking tight- gah-“ your lips quivered and legs trembled as Jungkook fucked into you with great strength.

You screamed out, finally getting your voice back after he fully plunged his cock into you. Your cunt was leaking arousal, dripping down your thighs. Jungkook didnt seem to stop. His heavy, cum-filled balls were slapping against your pussy. “Jungkoook…- its too- too much!” You cried out. “Take it. You are a big girl. Take it like a big girl. I know you fucking can. Look at your little ass sucking me in. So good. So fucking good.” He pulled your body back and pounded into you. Your face was a mess. You cried and moaned like a bitch in heat every time he filled you to the brim. You felt your orgasm approaching as the feeling of the familiar knot in your stomach began growing. “Jung-jungkook- gon’ cum…” you whined. “Go on princess… be a good girl and cum all over me..” you nodded weakly, focusing on reaching your high. Jungkook flipped you over, laying you down on your back. His hands pushed your legs up against your chest. You were in ecstasy as the new position had you seeing stars. You observed Jungkook's sweaty body and fucked-out face.

A slap was landed on your glistening, sopping pussy before two fingers were shoved inside them. His thumb stimulating your clit. “Ngh- oh fuck- jungkook m’ so close…!” Your eyebrows were knit together, and sweat dripped down your face. The overstimulation getting too intense. Both his hips and hands increased their pace, determined to help you reach your high. You saw white as Jungkook pressed down on your sensitive bud. Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy and landed on his abdomen. You screamed as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Yeah.. just like that.. so dirty.. you are such a dirty little girl..” Jungkook's movements got sloppier. Your orgasm turned him on by a mile, and he was close to cumming himself. You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, not noticing that he had slipped out of you and was furiously jerking himself off. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out all over your body. Coating your stomach and your boobs. You moan as you feel his hot cum land on your body, taking the mixture in your shaky fingers and licking it off while staring into his eyes. Jungkook smirked at you with half-lidded eyes.

“My dirty little girl."

A/N: HEHE THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGG! how was it tho? This would have been a stepcest fic but i changed my mind in the middle 🙁💔 im currently writing fics from my inbox! You can send in your rqs <3

[halcyon-writings]

OMG MORE SINISTER MARK!! PLS! him realizing he actually cares about you and can't deal, responding to it with aggression towards you and he only gets more frustrated when you stay stoic 🤤 (smut if you do that?)

points @ sinister!mark, he gaf 😔

and thank you all sm for 2,000 followers! I'll make a proper post for it but for now i wanted to say thank you!

Slight cw for implied not-sfw things (I usually dont write smut on here but i tried dsjkfjdsk), it is not obviously pointed out but there is also a power dynamic here so also be mindful of that if such a thing makes you uncomfortable, sinister mark being weird about blood idk (he’s into it), Please be kind to yourself and read only what you feel comfortable doing so!

more sinister invincible fics (in the same-ish verse):

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nav.

Mark rarely sleeps. He claims to not need it, being a viltrumite and all that. But you see how his eyes droop, his words slurring as he yawns and poorly attempts to hide it.

His bare skin brushes against yours as he lounges on the soft sheets and pillows. His legs tangle with yours, another way for him to keep you where you are. Not like you could get up, given the grip of his arms around your waist. Your neck stings, smatterings of bruises and bites that you know you'll feel for days, are scattered about. There are most likely more scattered about your legs and thighs.

But the bruises and bites will heal in time, you supposed.

Even stirring causes him to wake, his eyes opening and simply looking. Watching, waiting. For what, exactly, you are uncertain. But his brow furrows as you sit up, legs swinging to the edge of the bed. The dim light of the sun peaks through the curtains.

"Where are you going?" He asks, eyes on the wall adjacent to the bed instead of on you, on your skin still so marked with bites and bruises.

You stretch your arms languidly, you open your mouth to speak, as you do, you shudder slightly at the tenderness of your throat, teeth shaped prints remain, even when you know he was holding back then. "Breakfast."

He watches as you dress, a shirt of his with the words that have already faded and leave just a shadow of a pattern. It was something he told you offhandedly, while he was pulling off your clothing, to wear more of his clothes instead. But it didn't feel so romantic when it had been after he quelled another rebellion.

Only that time, he had been more... reckless. More sloppy. A part of you credited that to the fact that just recently, he had fought and killed his father.

Certain differences between father and son had led to a violent fight, one that nearly killed you in the process. And so when Mark had returned to you dangling off of the ground, his father's hand wrapped around your neck as he squeezed while you glared down at the older viltrumite, he saw red.

How unfortunate that just when you were healing from it, does Mark all but drag you to bed. His teeth replace the grasp of Omni-Man’s hands. If you were anyone else, perhaps you’d even be afraid, that his teeth could tear out your throat, sinew and skin in his teeth.

You almost miss the way his eyes flutter at the taste of your blood when one bite leaves a particularly nasty break in your skin. How his breathing falters as euphoria strikes him.

If it wasn’t for the way his hips move in tandem with yours, you’d wince. Instead, you bare your throat for him even more.

He’s trembling, yet his hands are tight around your waist, hands gripping your hips in a way that you know will leave bruises too. You’re too preoccupied having a grand old time to notice (or care, his paranoia supplies). It only makes him worse.

There are teeth marks in a trail down your neck, to your clavicle, to your chest. Even then it is not enough for him to be satisfied.

“Don’t…” You hear, even with your ears ringing. “Don’t, don’t leave.”

Don’t die.

You let out a heavy breath. Your neck throbs from one bite left specifically. Yet his tongue laps at any blood, as though to soothe, or in an even rare chance, apologize.

As you look at his eyes, you’d think he hates you, despises you for making him feel so vulnerable like this. But then he kisses you.

He kisses you like a lover. He bites you like he is ready to devour you.

You think that both are one and the same.

[sqgeism]

Omg i just read your touch starved! reader with anaxa, mydei, and dan heng and loved the way you characterized themmm!

could you please do one with anaxa (and anyone else you like), maybe theyre comforting their s/o (reader) when theyre so stressed they kinda go nonverbal? maybe curl up somewhere comfy

plz dont do if this makes you uncomfortable in any way!! please and ty

keep up the great work!!!!!

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

love mail — hiiiii anonnie!!!! thank you thank you so much (o´▽`o)ﾉ ♡ i'm more than happy to do this, gosh i've missed writing for hsr ! mydei's a bit forced since i wanted to do jus anaxa and phainon, but i tried regardless (*´∇｀)ﾉ posting this at 1am i'm going crazy.. when was the last time i posted four times in one day.. inspo for the song is zombie girl by adrianna lenker. characters in order: anaxa, phainon, mydei

anaxa knows there are times where words can fail a person, and there's no real way to express the way one is feeling in a moment. he's spent so long grieving in silence, he'd understand that feeling better than anyone.

so when you're sitting alone on the couch, just laying there, staring at the wall.. anaxa doesn't try to immediately get you to talk. instead, he sits on the floor by your head, leaning his back against the couch and looks at you. "bad day?" he watches you nod, and continues. "is there anything you need? blankets, water, anything?"

you shuffle on the couch a bit, making enough room for him to lay with you as you pat the free space. his one good eye shows hesitance in his reflection, however he slowly makes his way and slides up next to you. the best he does is one arm wrapped around you and the other is used as a pillow underneath his head. (he figures you need all the couch pillows)

"i don't mind the one sided conversation, i.. i know what it's like, just wanting to be understood without speaking." anaxa already knows, rubbing your sides since your back is pressed up against the backrest. he doesn't care that he's about to fall, just as long as he hasn't. "if you need me to do anything to help you feel comfortable, i'm.. here. research can wait."

with those words, it's followed by you reaching out to him and having your fingertips halt, just before touching the edges of the star-shaped hole in his chest. he stares down at where you're about to make contact, then he looks back at you — with trust never seen in him before.

you slowly trace the outline of the galaxy-like void, and anaxa can't help but feel his heart race. he's never been vulnerable like this before, even if he was your lover. it was all slow, steady steps as you both navigated your relationship.

but in this moment, consumed by delicate touch of your fingertips and completely yours, he can't help it. he can't stop his heart from racing and he can't stop the undoubtedly, ever growing love for you.

he loves you, he loves you so much. and in that moment, he's slowly realizing he'll be ready to do anything for you. anaxa just needs to come to proper terms with that, in his own time.

phainon knew something was wrong the moment you walked through that door, and he immediately started calculating in his mind what to do. get you good food? make you a bath? do all your chores?

he's found a solution when you practically toss yourself at him, catching you in his caring arms as he feels his heart melt. he always knew you as — not exactly a ray of sunshine — but definitely not as gloomy as this. the silence is new, but he pays no mind to it, letting out a subtle grunt as he begins to carry you to the bedroom.

he slips off your shoes for you, clumsily tossing them to the shoerack while giving you a smile; promising to fix it later. "was that red bastard giving you a hard time again, asking you where i was?" phainon tries to joke, not minding the fact you don't answer, and relish in the way you lean your head against him.

it isn't long till your boyfriends warmth is replaced by a comfy mattress, but it also isn't long for it to come right back — as he positions himself between your legs, and has his head pressed against your stomach — head tilted up to you like a lovesick puppy.

"i wonder what could've made you upset today," he wonders aloud, tracing patterns on your stomach as you close your eyes, just letting yourself drown in the sheets and the familiar weight of phainon ontop of you. "whatever it is, just know you're here now. i'm here and i won't be going anywhere, okay?"

he smiles at you, hands caressing your hips as he hums to himself. "if you need me, i'm all yours."

when a battle goes wrong, it doesn't tend to affect you. yes, you worry for comrades and the final outcome — but it's never been enough to completely make you freak out. after all, you know you'll win eventually.

that changes when you watch someone get close enough to mydei's weak spot, the only way to kill him for good. and the sight haunts you deep to your core, dropping everything to stop that blade from going through the last person you had.

and mydei understands that, he likely would've had the same reaction in your position. but the battle had taken such a toll on you, that you had just.. gone quiet on him.

he doesn't mind, not at all. he won't blame you for being horrified at the idea of losing someone you love. so he has you safely tucked in his arms, your back pressed against his bare chest and both his arms and legs 'cage' you. he's got a book infront of you, and he's been reading it out ever since you two got back home.

you once told him that despite being a man who yells out war cries, his voice is surprisingly.. gentle. like he could bring even the fiercest warriors to a deep slumber. so he's made it a habit, reading to you until you fall asleep. it's a deadly combo when he opts to hold the book with one hand, and decides to play with your hair using the other. which is what he's doing right now.

mydei can feel your head slipping against him, and although you've said nothing to him the whole day.. it's the most reassuring thing. that despite your stress and terror, he is yet again, your safe place. just as you are his sanctuary amidst a war.

as your eyes close and you're welcomed into the arms of a good nights rest, mydei drops the book completely and instead wraps his arms around you. falling asleep with you too in hopes to meet you in a better place, your dreams.

[ram-bles]

HELLOOOO

I got a silly little ask, just a drabble from you would be fine 😁

Like- the reader (gender neutral) wasn't very open about their hobbies and such. One of their hobbies was like martial arts or smth (THIS IS VERY CRUCIAL ☝️☝️☝️)

Wellll, one day Jimmy (🤮) decided to try and touch the reader inappropriately and they just throw him over their shoulder saying something along the lines of "Do NOT touch me."

I KNOW IT'S CRINGE BUT PLEASEEEE, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I saw you're writing for only Curly and Daisuke, but if you wanna you can add other characters into the mix. It's all platonic, just a silly little ask cuz I wanna laugh 😁😁😁

[ Tulpar Crew & Reader ]

Oh I love this one. Also this reminded me to update my list thank u 4 unintentionally reminding me anon.,.,. ALSO DONT WORRY I DONT THINK IT'S CRINGE !

gender neutral reader, it gets silly later on i promise. not proof-read. wrote this really quick.

⚠️ tw: stalking, jimmy being a little too forward and close

The day was pretty much mundane, like always. Everyone was in their designated work stations, including you of course. Though, something felt off. It had been like this for the past week, and you hated it. You even blamed your lack of sleep for it. It seemed like there was something— someone, watching and following you when you were alone.

One time, you'd even woken up to the sound of your quarter's door closing. You stayed up all night, not wanting to inconvenience the other crew members for what you think might just be all in your head. Well, that is until psych evaluation day came and you opened up about this to Anya who so easily believed you, but seemed so uncomfortable with the topic. You decided not to pry out of respect. She offers her company when you need it.

That same night, Daisuke offered to host a game session to which everyone reluctantly agreed to.

Establishing good bonds between workers is key to an efficient working environment!

Anya, Swansea and Daisuke were sitting by the sofa, Curly dragged a chair just beside the game table, whilst you and Jimmy sat beside each other on the floor. The game involved four players and the crew decided that whoever loses first has to swap with whoever hasn't played yet for the next rounds. The game was getting heated, Daisuke and Anya, neck on neck. Unfortunately, not the only thing neck on neck. Everyone else was too focused on the game to even notice what Jimmy was doing. You can feel his breath against your skin. You eyed the others in hopes that they would see. Too busy. Annoyed and grossed out, you elbowed his ribs in warning, glaring at him. "Jimmy, don't touch me." He seems pissed, but that doesn't deter him from getting his entertainment. Jimmy presses on and you swear you felt your eyebrows twitch. The balls of this guy to even do this here.

Daisuke throws the dice, the three leans in in anticipation as they watch it slowly roll to a stop and—

CRASH!

Some game pieces flew in different directions, two table legs snapping from the force and Jimmy's weight. It was radio silent for a moment. The crew having different variations of shocked expressions. You had grabbed his arm and flipped his body onto the furniture.

"Fuckin' pervert. Are you deaf, or what? I said do NOT touch me."

Daisuke threw his hands up in the air and settled it on each side of his head, frustrated. "Oh, come on, man! I was so close to winni—!" His whining ceases when Swansea nudges him, instantly shutting up and processing what had just happened. It took a few blinks for him to register and he eventually bursts out laughing and pointing at Jimmy. It took everything from Swansea not to burst out laughing as well. Instead, he crosses his arms and huffs with a proud smile. 'Atta' kid.'

Anya on the other hand slips out a gasp, covering her mouth. Mostly out of shock, and no sympathy for the man whatsoever. When the other intern started laughing, she had to bite her lip and look away to suppress her own fit.

[ History of glenohumeral joint subluxation.

It happened way too fast for Jimmy to even process what just happened. He spits out something hard, probably a tooth. His shoulder slightly stings as well, probably dislocated. He'll get back at you some other time, he can't get back at you when everyone else is here and that pisses him off even more.

Curly had mixed feelings. But of course, he prioritizes his role and he has to mediate everything first and foremost. Rubbing his face, he sighs and stands up, putting his hands on his hips. He calls your name and you tilted your head to look up at him. "I have to discuss... this with you later on. Please drop by the cockpit, yeah?" You roll your eyes and nod, pouting. "Swansea, could we borrow your intern real quick?"

"Shift's over, go ahead."

He gives the eldest a nod. "Daisuke, please assist Anya. Help her bring Jimmy to medical."

"Youuuuu got it, Big C." He finger guns towards the captain then stands up to hover over the co-pilot. Curly could only give Daisuke an awkward smile at the nickname.

"Never call him that again."

"El Capitano." Daisuke helps Jimmy up, making sure he's pulling them up by the injured arm, making the man grit his teeth and groan in pain. Before the guy could even cuss at the intern, Swansea continued bickering.

"Do your damn job."

"Yessir. Swansir."

Anya and Daisuke finally went off the bring the poor injured co-pilot to treat him. And if you'd like to know, Anya taught Daisuke how to pull Jimmy's shoulder back to place. Yes, everyone heard him when it happened.

You helped Swansea clean up the mess by the lounge and in apology, offered to help repair the table the next day. He agrees and even offers Daisuke to assist you.

Curly had to lightly reprimand you for your actions, but you'd explained to him what happened. The best he could do for you for now is lie on the report.

Sustained through occupational accident.

Employee confirmed inebriated while working.

Property damage docked to Jimmy.]

[mythalism]

i feel like all of my pondering and analyzing and criticizing veilguard over the past few months has actually truly given me a better understanding of what dragon age meant to me, what about it specifically was so meaningful, and why, as a result, veilguard felt so wrong. it took a while for me to figure it out. about three full months of relentless essay writing, actually. but i think if you had asked me a few years ago what the core of my love for dragon age was, whatever answer i gave would not have truly gotten to the root of it, because i think i had to experience the disappointment of veilguard to fully understand why i love dragon age. and ive realized that core is that i loved how the previous dragon age entries demand so much of the player, and deliberately prompt introspection and critical, often political, thought.

dragon age games have historically forced the player to be self-reflective and introspective about their worldview and beliefs. solas is obviously a fantastic example, as he was deliberately written to be a reflection of the player in order to prompt them to reflect on how they treat people, how our expectations of people influence their behavior, and how people are pushed to extremes and turned into monsters or saved by love and kindness. how do people become monsters? what drives them to blow up buildings or start rebellions or destroy the world as you know it? are they right or wrong? does it even matter? how did you contribute to this? are you innocent? it puts these insane, politically and morally charged situations in your face and forces you to confront them. slavery, a refugee crisis, poverty, class disparities, racism, foreign occupation, the list goes on, and you are not given the option to look away or be a bystander. you have to ACT. you have to choose, you have to make judgements, you have to take responsibility and explore your role in this world as someone with the capacity to act upon it, to make your will a reality, to fail, to make mistakes. i honestly can't think of any other video game that does this to the same extent? nor any media at all because the act of being IN the world as one of it's people through the act of role-playing is essential to how it provokes this experience in the player. its ballsy. they deliberately try to make you uncomfortable. these games are full of liars, deceivers, betrayers. the games themselves lie to you. its character try to deceive you. did you catch it? or were you fooled? what else might you be fooled by? who else might be lying to you? in the game? in real life? and then you get to play it again knowing the end, and what the game prompts changes with your new knowledge. now it asks, do you forgive them? what makes someone worthy of forgiveness? where do you draw the line? what do you think?

i dont think i realized until recently how impactful this was for me considering how i first got into dragon age at 16 years old. i dont think i had experienced anything up to that point that would put a situation like judging a war criminal who ordered the deaths of children or another war criminal who just left me to die and orchestrated a near-coup or a traumatized terrorist who just blew up a church right in my face, and said MAKE A DECISION. and i didnt know it at the time, but looking back i can see how valuable it was for me at that age to have what was effectively an avenue of exploration and self-expression of all of these moral and political issues that i was grappling with as a young adult. i played inquisition for the first time just months before i voted in my first presidential primary. i already had a political consciousness at this point, but it was nonetheless new and vulnerable and still blossoming into something more concrete. inquisition, then, almost provided a sort of political, moral and personal sandbox for me from ages 16-20 to better help me understand myself in relation to the world. the RPG-ness allowed me to put myself into these situations - like the mage-templar war and its metaphor for mass incarceration and police brutality - while i was also simultaneously grappling with and trying to understand these issues in real life. having dragon age to help me further unpack my own beliefs and conception of these issues was undeniably impactful. it provided a space, through a narrative i enjoyed and cared about, to make choices and judgement calls and better understand who i was, and what felt right to me. it asked, "what do you think?"

veilguard lacks this. completely. and lets be clear that the previous games did not always do a perfect job. many of these depictions are messy and harmful and problematic, but they at least, by extension of their own existence in a narrative that forces you to THINK and JUDGE and DECIDE, give me the space and opportunity to judge them as messy, as problematic, as harmful. i can confidently say that i think da2 is too sympathetic to the templars as an organization because the fact that da2 presents me with so many narrative conflicts regarding the templar organization allows me to not just make in-game decisions and play as a staunch advocate for mage freedom and circle abolition, but to form opinions on the game itself by extension. i can confidently say that i believe the qunari's portrayal is islamophobic because the game has prompted me so many times; what do i think about the qunari? what do i think about the oppression of the elves? what do i think about dorian being a seemingly good person but defending the practice of slavery? who should rule orzammar; the progressive asshole or the conservative traditionalist? do i forgive loghain? do i forgive anders? do i forgive solas? this in-world critical thinking about issues in thedas leads to meta critical thinking. further questions naturally follow -> what message did the writers intend to send through anders? how can i notice the echoes of how this story came into fruition in the shadow of 9/11? what do solas's endings tell me about the writers view of retributive punishment? how is bioware's portrayal of the dalish, as inspired by indigenous north americans, reflective of deep-seated anti-indigenous canadian sentiment? why did the writers stop prompting these hard questions at all in veilguard? did they only like it when it was about characters, not when it led to critical thinking about them and the company as a whole? through these processes of in-world interrogation, i am inevitably invited to analyze the effectiveness of their narrative portrayals and the writing itself. perhaps this is why dragon age is so famous for its discourse lol.

ive said before that im not sure that veilguard could ever have been as impactful for me as the previous games, partly because when you are 16 everything is more impactful because your brain is an eager sponge, unless it did something that really resonated with me as an adult. but what it should have been, at the very least, is something that could have been as impactful and formative on a current 16 year old that sees a gif on tumblr and decides to check out the game, as inquisition was to me 10 years ago. and im sure there are teenagers and younger adults out there playing this game and loving it and loving the characters and the world and thinking its great, good fun. thats great. however it fundamentally cannot have the same profound, developmentally catalytic experience it had on me because it simply does not challenge the player. it does not prompt them to question their own beliefs and the power structures within their lives. it does not prompt them to reflect on the political narratives they may have been fed all their lives. it does not confront them with the sorts of topics that get books on banned lists in florida and force them to bear witness, to think deeper, to feel guilt or horror at the outcome of your own poorly-made decision, to make moral judgements, to make mistakes, and to live with the consequences.

i think i now understand why veilguard was so disappointing to me and ultimately would be a failure in my eyes no matter if i enjoyed the combat or the exploration or whatever other shiny coat of paint sits atop it. veilguard does not ask much of you. it does not prompt any sort of introspection or interrogation of your presently held beliefs. it does not demand anything from the player except to dodge at the right moment. this is a fundamental, core departure from what made me fall in love with dragon age in the first place. if you love dragon age because you want "fantasy escapism" and fun characters to smooch, then i am happy for you. but i would remind you that can find fantasy escapism all over the steam library - farming sims, cozy games, a witch looking for her cat in the alps, etc. what you cannot find are games that are willing and brave enough to challenge and provoke the player into a better, more thorough understanding of themselves in relation to our world and it's many, complex and daunting political and moral issues. to have lost such a thing, when media like this has become so few and far between, and during a time when we need it more than ever, is a devastating loss.

[deadghosy]

How they would react to teen sinner! Reader getting catcalled/ S/A:

WARNING: long depending on your reading speed, explicit language, uncomfortable themes, read if you don’t wanna read anything you have encountered in life like this. If you are dealing with s/a please call your national hotline. This will be the only time I write something like this cause this is a serious topic.

LUCIFER

It was late in the pride ring as you snuck out of the hotel wanting to get snacks and a drink. I mean shit you died in the late 2010’s, you’re use to this shit. So you went to a store as you didn’t see an older sinner smirk, slowly gazing your body up and down as you grab a pair of chips and energy soda.

“Hey sweetie…” the older sinner says as he slowly appears behind you. You divest even bother to look at him as you felt him get closer. You whipped around and glare at him only to see such an ugly sinner who looks homeless as well.

“Hey now, I’m not gonna harm you.” The man says grabbing your arm and pulling you toward him. “I just wanna see your pretty face little boy/girl.” Your eyes widened shocked. You tried to pull your arm as he tugs tighter. You yelled for him to let you go as he dragged you out the store. You were not gonna let some creep take you! So you bit his arm hard as fuck. He let you go, but not without punching you.

You ate the punch but start to run to the hotel you know and love. You ran as your heart beat for safety and away from anything else. You didn’t think it would be like this, but what could you except. This is hell itself. There’s a lot of ass holes and bastards that deserve to be here.

You ran inside ignoring the look of a certain king who was sitting down in the lounge room, he swore he saw tears fall down your cheeks. He felt his heart ache to know what was wrong with you as he slowly followed after you.

A soft knock was heard as you look up to see the king of hell, the man who always gave you ducks when you first came here. “Kid are you okay? I heard you cry?” He said worried seeing you tear up hearing his worried voice. It wasn’t making it better as you ran into his arms. He was move back a bit at your usually tough attire cracking into a soft and scared one. Now he was concerned.

He set you back in bed as you rant out about what happened, even giving a description of what he looked like. After a bit of comfort in for Lucifer and him petting your back a lot. You sniffled a little, feeling better than what you felt as Lucifer smiled at you sleeping against his lap. He sighs sensing you sleeping as he poofs away from your sleeping body.

“DONT worry kid…that bastard isn’t going to see another hellish day…” Lucifer says walking out of the hotel as his hat overcasted his face.

It was a new day as you woke up to play your regular tv show only for the news to play. “BREAKING 666 NEWS!!! ALLEGED PEDOPHILE DEAD AT GRIMM’S MARKET AS HIS HEAD WAS-” the news was cut off by Lucifer who had a guilty expression as you had a wide eye expression shocked that the bastard got some quick karma.

ALASTOR

You and alastor went on a walk together as he wanted you to get off your pesky small picture rectangle. He’s talking about your damn phone.💀

“And I told the fellow gentleman to make my meat, medium rar-” before Alastor could finish his story about how he went to a restaurant. You groaned tired of this, you wanted to sleep and be on your hell phone since you miss the human world.

Alastor rolls his eyes with a smile, he pinches your cheek making you huff. “No need for an attitude!~” he said in a song tune voice you pushed him away from you embarrassed. “I don’t need to fix my attitude old man..” you say walking a bit forward ahead of the deer demon.

The radio demon chuckles, but the chuckles stops when seeing you immediately get whistled at by a male sinner who eyes you. You flipped the sinner off before going back to Alastor, holding the older’s hand as he slightly move in front of you.

It seemed like this asshole was trying to talk to you, but he couldn’t as alastor smiles down at the sinner. “C'mere sweet thing. Why don’t you come and get a drink with me.” The sinner says. You and Al narrow your eyes at the sinner, you weren’t budging from behind alastor who stands strong and confident

“I don’t think they will be going with you anytime soon my dear fellow.” Alastor says with a strained smile. The sinner was definitely new and didn’t know who was companying you at this very moment.

“I don’t think I give a fuck.” The sinner says teaching his hand out to your frame.

The sinner tried to make an attempt to grab your arm from the radio demon. There was a ring of static in the air whilst making the sinner stop grabbing your arm. Alastor grabs the arm that dares to try and take you from him. Alastor smiles eerily at the sinner.

“I’ll teach you some respect you filthy pest.” He says as static seems to boom the area before he goes full demon mode and drag the filth to the alley to have a nice “talk.”

Their screams were broadcasted on his radio station the day after they whistled at you. Alastor made sure to have his shadow follow you for a few months before he was sure you were fully okay. Harassment towards a minor, is a big no-no.

VAGGIE

You wanted to help her get more flowers for a decoration of a trust exercise, so she let you run the errand.

You ran out the hotel happy and excited. You always weee excited to help the hotel ever since you died. You knew your mom was in heaven so you wanted to be redeemed quickly and possible.

You went to the flower shop smiling which gained the attention of a female who smile sweetly at you. She approached you holding a flower. You knew not to take things from strangers, even demons as Charlie and vaggie told you.

But it’s a flower, what’s the worse that can happen. Plus you need flowers for the event itself. As you grabbed the flower, the flower sprays out this gas that made you feel slight drowsy. You feel your body limp as the woman comes closer to you.

You try to push her off as she caresses your body. With your mustered up strength, you use your sharp nails/claws to stab her eyes and run.

The flower drug was slowly taking affect until you did a few symbols on yourself. You learnt it from Lucifer as he gave you a book. The drug wore off but your mind was scrambling. You felt yucky and violated. As you bursted through the hotel door, accidentally running into vaggie’s arms.

“What the fuck happened!!?” Vaggie says concerned as she sees the bruises on your wrist. Her eyes widen. “What. Happened..” she says seriously.

You explained the situation while sobbing softly. Vaggie comforted you in her hold as she closed her eyes ashamed at how she wasn’t there to protect you. She was suppose to your guarden. Your parental figure.

Vaggie takes you upstairs, run you a bath and just watched you softly. Guilt in her eyes for not being a good parent to you and just follow you to make sure you were okay.

The whole night, she stayed close to you. Not even dropping her guard when it comes to you. You are too precious to go through this. She just hopes you can recover.

She’s not letting you out of her sight ever again. Hell she might teach you how to fight , but might go overprotective on you and keep you in the hotel until she and you were sure to go outside again.

CHARLIE

It was during a trust exercise with one of the new residents…

It was a trust fall activity as Charlie shows the residents how it goes. You say what you have in your mind and do the trust fall. After Charlie does it with vaggie. It was your turn and the sinner’s.

The sinner looked calm and you were anxious as you never done the trust fall game. Even in the human world.

As you stood on the stand talking to every member of this exercise and Charlie. She gives you a thumbs up which made you smile and gain confidence in talking. You fell backwards into the sinner’s hold as they caught you.

But they didn’t let you go. You tried to tell them but they didn’t let go still. You felt their hand travel around you and gr0pe your lower and waist. Your eyes widen as you try to move away from the bastard.

Tears were in your eyes as you hyperventilate at how you feel their touch. It burns, it feels like lit burns. Charlie notices what is going on. She gets up and pulls the bastard from you. She pushes you behind her as she looks behind her to see if you were okay. Whilst she does that, she glares heavily at the sinner.

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TOUCH THEM LIKE THAT?!” Charlie yells as her demon form was slipping out of anger seeing you run towards her. Hell was going loose as the sinner tried to back away from the raging aura Charlie was releasing.

Before Charlie can send hell fire at the bastard who dares to gr0pe you, you grabbed her arm. You know she isn’t really the type to kill someone and might regret it. So while you grabbed her arm, she calmed down and stared at you. Her yellow pupils going back to red as she glares at the sinner.

“Your stay isn’t welcome here..” Charlie says lastly as alastor takes the sinner away, probably to kill them and eat em.

Charlie takes you up stairs as you grip onto her arm. Her gaze on you soften with protectiveness and worry. She can’t believe that happened to you.

She checks on you everyday and has to mane sure you are with a resident before leaving the hotel. She feels guilty knowing she wasn’t there to protect you. Charlie must definitely hands razzle and dazzle to you if you are going out or going to sleep.

HUSK

A drunk resident had walked into your room as you were busy doing art work.

It was a night that you were relaxing in your room just drawing. You always had a passion to draw, maybe even to be an artist.

Your father figure was down stairs tending the bar. Husk was giving drinks to a resident, husk could tell that the drunk bastard has enough. He told the bum to go upstairs as he had enough beers.

Husk watches the person go upstairs, stumbling and staggering. The cat demon rolls his eyes as he hears a door close, assuming the sinner went to their designated room.

You were so busy listening to music you didn’t notice someone enter your room. As you put down your pencil, going for a crayon. You noticed a resident you would see at the bar. Your eyes widen smelling the strong alcohol from their body as they walked closely to you.

A curling scream came from your room making husk immediately drop the glass he was cleaning. He rushes upstairs to see the problem and why you screamed. He sees you being pinned down by the sinner he was tending to earlier.

“GET THE FUCK OF THEM!” Husk yells, eyes filled of anger. All he saw was red as he pulls the bastard off you and starts to beat the person up repeatedly. Their face was bloodied as heavy breathing came out of their face. You stopped husk as you had already been traumatized. Husk stops, breathing heavy before he kicks the bastard all the way down stairs.

You sometimes still relive through that moment as husk stays beside your bed. Husk would have to calm your down from your panic attacks from that night as you lash out at your own “father”

“Kid. Kid! Calm down…it’s okay. I’m here for you..fuck. I’m here for you.” Husk says calmingly while you try to get out of his hold. Still in panic mode. He had to hold you tightly for you to understand that you were now safe.

Hot tears fall to your cheek as you sob painfully at what you just experienced. Your tears made husk’s heart break and shatter. He was just glad you were okay in your room for now.

He holds you to his chest as his fur called you down even more. You sniffled holding him tight as if he would disappear if you let him go.

He felt your heartbeat go slow as you fall asleep in his hold. He stays close to you the whole night as he promises that he will always protect you. You are like his own child since you came to the is shit hole.

He lets you stay by him in the bar as you fall asleep. He grumbles a lot remembering that night as he almost broke a glass in his hand. You are only a kid…

ANGEL DUST

You were sent to find angel dust, only to see him in a bar drunk. So what did you do? Try and drag him out only to drag into trouble

You went into the bar to see Angel drunk, he was also talking to some demons who smirked at his drunken state.

You scoffed going over to grab Angel dust. As you went to grab him, one of the demons made you sit on his lap as if you were ready to meet Santa Claus. But you weren’t as you headbutt the demon and grab Angel dust.

The rest of the demons pull out knives and gun. Your eyes widen as you rushed pout the bar door, sensing the demons on your tail.

You throw a beer bottle at one of the members, the shards went in their eyes. Even if it was a small trick, the screams distracted those asshole as you make a run for the hotel.

You gently laid angel dust in his bed as his eyes tears up, realizing the situation and what could’ve happened if you didn’t take advice from Vaggie about combat.

“Shit…I’m sorry for getting you in this shit.” Angel dust says as he looks away with a drunk shamed look. You sighed, you’re just a kid looking after a drunk adult.

Angel sobered up a bit after you left him in his room. His memory fuzzy, but it was clear that you were uncomfortable with those damn demons that were eyeing you. Even if you got pulled into someone’s lap, that made him disgusted.

He promised you when you first came here that he would protect you. You was like a little sibling to him. He couldn’t believe how he was a drunk asshole who couldn’t even protect someone he cared about most.

Angel was actually sober for months after that encounter. Worried you would run into those demons he was with that night. He would also make you more like force you to watch fat nuggets while he is at work.

He would probably make a deal with Valentino or probably mostly alastor to make sure you were safe since that day.

SIR PENTIOUS

You were trying to find Frank, one of the egg boiz in the pride ring only to run into trouble.

You found Frank being ganged by some sinner who looked from the modern era you are from. You looked around for something, and you found an old computer. Mustering up your strength, you threw that bitch at their head.

Frank runs to you, holding your leg tightly. He was happy to see you were okay with him. You and the egg right here was like family as you smile at how cute he was happy to see you. Pentious would be happy to see Frank is in good condition

You left the alley way and start to chat with the egg boy by your side. It was have been obvious that you were being watched as a female sinner stared at you and your body. You felt the gaze and scoff making Frank raise a brow until seeing the sinner. The sinner seemed scary for poor Frank.

A whistle was made towards you, you flipped them off as you picked up the poor egg who was trembling. He obviously was trying to seem strong for you but it fails as he holds tightly to you. The sinner lady smirks as she follows you. You felt more uncomfortable with Frank as Frank was trying to warn you that she was gaining speed for you. But you already knew.

You made a circle with your hand, a portal opened and it closed immediately when you entered it. The portal sent you to the hotel in one piece with the adorable egg boy.

Your face was stoic with some disgust in your eyes. Eyebrows furrowed on your face as you entered Pentious’s room with Frank.

“Ssssweetheart? What happened? Whatssss wrong?” Pentious says as he notices your disgusted look. "Nothing nothing. Here you go penny." You said brushing off the feeling on your shoulders. But it still noticeable in your body language.

Before you could walk out of the room after putting Frank down. Frank just had to open his eggy mouth. The egg confessed that you were catcalled and almost followed to the hotel until you did your powers you have conquered in hell.

“Why that behavior is not acceptable to a minor!! That bunch of filth shall learn to never mess with my dear friend.” Pentious says as he forces out of his room so you can get a fresh start on a new days and this time he is making baby gates for his eggs so they will not bother you anymore

He was planning all night to see what he can use as a revenge for the cat calling you had experienced. Frank was also giving sir Pentious ideas also. It seemed they both agreed on one plan to have your get back.

He used his machine weapons to destroy that monster who catcalled. He was definitely making sure the laser was fast so he can come back to you and make you cookies so you could feel better. For the rest of the week and probably month.

CHERRI BOMB

You wanted to grab a snack out for Cherri and you. You left the hotel as she started to stay, as you left you didn’t notice of couple of shark demons. The leader smirked flicking a cigarette from his mouth eyeing you. They whistled at you making you scoff and keep walking.

The leader nods his head at you as the sharks move towards you snickering. You felt their presence, luckily you brought your…damnit you left your pepper spray.

The leader grabs you trying to pull you into an alley as your eyes widen. In a heap of panic you screamed for help, that only made it worst. Next thing you felt was a slap to your cheek as you sobbed.

The leader and the members chuckle grabbing your hair. With one final effort your screamed, but it wasn’t an ordinary scream. It was a sonic one that blew them away (a/n: sorry if it sounded corny😕) With that you left in a hurry inside of the hotel. Tears running down your eyes, you ran upstairs passing Cherri who looked shocked to see you run pat her like nothing.

“Sweetie?” Cherri says softly, her Australian accent showing her absolute worry for you as she followed you into your room. She sees your face in your pillow. Softly sobbing, scared as your adrenaline was still high. She sat next to you softly holding you in her arms hoping you would open up. And you did after calming down. 

After explaining what happened with a tired and broken voice, you couldn’t believe that this would happenu to you. You felt kinda yucky being touched but you felt safe with Cherri.

“What a fuckin' asshole. I bet his dick is small…don’t worry honey.” She says caressing your back as you sniffled before falling asleep.

In the aftermath, she blowed up their house in honor for you.🔥💗 no witnesses either.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!

Remember that my requests are closed, so please if you are new to my blog check out my other work as I am currently working on other requests‼️ THAT ARE IN MY DRAFTS, not the ones people are asking me. So please don’t DM me and respect that please.

And mostly, please seek help if you are going through any abuse or assault related issues. Everyone needs to speak up in their own experiences. ❤️

[whokilledsamara]

I love your Homicipher hc, they are so good! Would you be willing to do some N/ SFW for Mr. Chopped too? Like you did for some of the others? I understand if you don't want to or if it makes you uncomfortable, thank you anyway!

MR. CHOPPED N/SFW HCS

a hc list of Mr. Chopped x reader {an: SORRY GUYS IM POSTING MAINLY HCS RN,,, fics for me take a lot longer than usual so im just posting hcs to atleast get some reach.}

warnings! : smut, cunnilingus/blowjob, idk,,, cuckhold

{an: freaky shit,,,, like hes just a head so its kinda hard to fuck. did give him a section for IF he had a body.. MAINLY HIM GIVING HEAD,, i didnt rly know how to write this im sorry!! def will write more tho,,, im into him ngl}

SFW

what it would be like to be in a relationship with Mr. Chopped.

it would be relatively hard to be in a relationship with him for obvious reasons, though not impossible!

the thought of you makes him happy, and especially when you hold him.

he would have Mr. Silvair help most of the time. usually for the romantic aspects of things though.

while Mr. Silvair doesnt quite understand the relationship, he is glad to help.

being a talking head will obviously raise a few insecurities, so just reassure him that you indeed do love him! he gets his feelings hurt easily.

he absolutely loves when you play with his hair. if you put bows in it or decorate it, that will make it all the more special for him.

the first time he bit you when he was sleeping, had him crying for hours. he felt so bad that he harmed you in any way, and it took a while for him to "recover"

he loves kisses! he always shouts things like "Up, Up" or "Desire, Carry!" just so he can kiss you.

if you manage to get a hold of make up or something, he would absolutely love for you to do his makeup. {he likes to feel pretty}

he is a very sensitive boy, also a crybaby. how cuuuttteee...

if Mr. Silvair gives him a body, {ignore that one ending... we dont talk about it} then he wpuld be even more excited to see you.

the moment he gets a body would mean so many hugs and affection as a thank you for saving him.

he gets picked on a lot by the others so he usually tries his best to come to you.

NSFW

sex...?

sex is definitely a hard concept with him.

while yes, it is possible, just not in the way intended.

you could see him more as a pure object for your pleasure honestly, and he wants that.

whether you are amab or afab, he is perfect for the situation.

ive seen this referenced by another writer, but he would be like a "rose toy" or a "fleshlight" as people call it.

its a secret pleasure to watch you go at it with someone else. {ex: Mr. Silvair or someone.}

if he is gifted a body though, he definitely will pay you back for saving him in the first place.

personally he would be a soft and sensual lover with his new body, rarely going rough unless specifically asked to.

he is more of a giving top. definitely not dominant but is a top. he cares more about your pleasure than his. though, he does get all giddy when you wish to go down on his or something.

he is open to literally anything you want, he would have very few limitations on what he would do, but everything is open for discussion.

again, definitely either wants to watch you have sex with someone else, OR wants someone else to watch you and him go at it. {he would prefer Silvair.}

he definitely likes when you pull his hair or use him. will be submissive sometimes.

he is the type to cry during sex...

omfmg i love him sm

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[prettyflyshyguy]

OK I HAVE NO TIME CAUSE I'M PREPPING FOR ART MARKET

HOWEVER.

You know what time it is. I need to do this quick because otherwise I'll explode if I don't know what's going on. You know the drill! Thought's under the cut:

GIRL ME TOO WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO FLIRT WITH ME

stop looking at people with those huge wet stupid eyes

"we can't fix the hopper because you wanted to download a show"

I'M FUCKING SOBBING HOLY SHIT GO OFF MENSAH THAT ENTIRE CONVERSATION WAS PHENOMENAL THE WRITING AHAHAHA

THE WAY SHE JUST SUDDENLY REALISES AFTER ALL THE TIMES IT'S BEEN COLD, TERRIFYING, UNCOMFORTABLE THAT IT'S JUST HOARDING SHOWS IN ITS HARD MEMORY AND SHE'S JUST SO FUCKING DISSAPOINTED GNOANHGEGJRNIJGERIOGHNE

both of them just have such good fucking expression acting I'm dead I love them both sm

Interesting. Very. Interesting.

It's like she's bouncing between very targeted information gathering and suddenly being very boundary pushing.

Bharadwaj I love you I love you I love you you are SO funny and SO wonderfull (ALSO GURATHIN'S FACE MY MAN'S JUST TRYING TO GET WORK DONE AND NOT THINK ABOUT SECUNIT PENIS GRAFTING)

"Can't you print new wiring?"

"Oh."

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the way it's now completely mask off. This is its real genuine personality on display. Mensah is experiencing the actual true face of this thing and how it thinks and feels and operates and it's fucking delightful to see the complete shift in tone, body language, the OPENNESS of it's self expression.

"sit on this bunker"

"YOU SIT"

sobbing. I'm sobbing-

"Sanctuary. Fucking. Moon,"

THE WAY MY JAW FUCKING HIT THE FLOOR ON THIS LINE DELIVERY I AM GOING TO DIE THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

MENSAH'S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL I GET SO ANGRY WHEN I'M PANICKING AND SOMEONE DOES THIS -- but it's the initial pain response. This hurts to watch because I'm Mensah. I've been Mensah.

"DON'T TOUCH"

SCREAMS

this entire conversation is utterly brutal and so, so, so fascinating

Once again: I love her and she feels like she keeps bouncing between saying something very genuine "I want to have kids" and something very REHEARSED - the maps.

"Why dont you tell me what you saw?"

"I think I'd rather not"

GURATHIN'S ONTO HER YESSSSSSS MY MAN YESSSSSSSSS

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHAA YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE AN EVIL WOMAN YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

they use cloned neural tissue in transport vehicles!!!!!!!!!????????

ALSO HELLO THIS SCENE HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO

IT USING DIALOG FROM MED CENTRE ARGALA I'M CRYING

"i'm a vegetarian"

"you dont have to eat me, just cut me"

"scalpel"

"wrench"

THIS IS THE BEST SCENE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW THIS IS THE EBST TV IVE WATCHED IN YEARS

OH MY GOD THIS WAS BEAUTIFULL

THE WAY ITS WALKING AROUND WITH ITS ENTIRE BACK EXPOSED LIKE THAT PUT THAT AWAY YOU SL-

god

THIS SHOW IS SO SNAPPY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT WASTES NO FUCKING TIME

finally we get Murderbot murdering someone on screen!!!!

THE GUTS ABSOLUTELY SMOTHERING EVERYONE IN THE ROOM

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"but then I exploded Leebeebee's head. And that. Felt good."

WHAT A WAY TO END THE EPISODE HOLY FUCK

The prexaux team finally get to see MB for who it truly is and MB also gets to do some self discovery of a very cursed variety but there's so much undercurrent of internal conflict there. Like yeah buddy I'm sure it felt good to obliterate her, she came onto you, said some rancid depersonalizing thing's about your body and penis grafting, and endangered your entire crew which you keep trying to convince yourself you don't care about in the way that you clearly do.

Why else would you have felt that bad when Mensah scolded you. Why else would you work so hard to not be the monster when you were almost taken over by hostile code. Why else would you work so hard to keep them all safe even when you didn't ever need to, when you could half half assed it and gotten away with it too.

[harukyuu2]

+:ꔫ:﹤ O-one more time! - Mogari Shishikuno﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

!! - First kisses with this boyy <3, small scenario, gn reader, i love him, pls dont take it as suggestive (didnt mean to write it like that😭), silly guy discovers kisses and becomes obsessed

ꔫ - After another succeeding mission with the club, you decided to spend the night in the haunted apartment of Mogari. Why? Because he hurted himself fighting the ghost and he might have dramatized it a little so you would worry for him and in fact, take care of him in the night! (Stupid plan recommended by Zaki, probably inspired in a romantic novel.)

With the dinner ready, the conversation never stopped. Between laughs and the distance closing for itself between you two, you ended up feeding the injured boy. His head on your lap as you bringed bites of the food into his mouth, he opened it eagerly and always made the "aah" sound for you, he teased you once or two with the possibility of bitting you— but he wouldnt, he couldnt hurt you.

"Mogari! Stop it!" - You drawl with a whine when his fangs brushed against your fingers, they were pretty sharp in reality!

He leaved a laugh, that stupid grin never leaving his face "Alright, alright! Dont get mad! I like this..." - He murmured the last part.

Did the other members knew that it become something normal between you two that you feed him while he rest his head on your lap? ...Probably not. But did they knew that Mogari was ten times clingier with you and was always looking around to find you? Yeah— they are tired that he doesnt confess.

It was weird of him, well— he was weird already for lots of people, but its actually weird seeing him so...soft more than his usual goofy side. Mogari hummed, his lips staying more than necessary on your fingers as you landed another bite. A silence formed between you two, even if it was comfortable— it was unusual for Mogari to just shut up around you, what was he thinking of?

"Its weird of you to stay silent, could it be that someone isnt enjoying the food?" - You jokingly said, for a split second you saw him a little serious, but keeping that softness before he leaves a snort— not a complete laugh.

"You should kill me if one day i dont enjoy your food!" - He simply responds, evading your gaze once again, even his answers were too short.

Your mouth opened slightly in surprise. You had already told yourself a dozen times that this was weird— Mogari never stayed this calm, or this silent, or looked like he was deep in thought.

You were about to ask him what was wrong, but your gaze connected with his, and he was quicker to speak without thinking—almost as if he was going to say something else but accidentally blurted out something different.

"I love you." - Mogari says breaking the silence, surprising even himself since you noticed how his eyes widened with yours.

At your shocked silence, Mogari thought he fucked up and made you uncomfortable— well, of course! How could you feel the same when his moves were always doing stupid shit around you? From what Eugene told him, people usually try to flirt— but he's really bad on that. He sitted on the bed quickly, almost hitting your head with his as he rubbed his neck nervously, he felt exposed.

"Ah-! Sorry, you know how i am! Ha, ha...! i was joking, trying something i saw on internet— i feel good! i mean, why i wouldnt i—" - You inturrupted his nonsense blurt pressing a soft kiss into his lips, he wouldnt stop talking if you didnt do that.

It was soft, clumsy— at first he freezed not knowing how to correspond, until Mogari just melted against you. Time passed more slowly, it felt like a fever dream— how did you two even manage to do this so quickly? Seconds ago, kissing looked like something far from now, but here you are, kissing the dummy boy you like. Neither of you questioned the quick way you two got to kiss, that small confession— a wrong move coming from a nervous Mogari, gived him this lovely consequence of getting a kiss, in his silent bedroom...He hopes its not a dream.

Mogari didnt give you much space every time your lips separated; he stayed just a breath away from yours, only to quickly dive back after murmuring a soft "One more time" not even giving you the chance to answer. He loved it. He had never had a girlfriend before— kisses were something completely new to him, and they were delicious... addictive, even. He wanted to learn; he was eager to keep kissing you— trying to figure out whether you preferred quicker kisses or slower ones, deep or soft ones. Honestly, by now, he thought he liked every kind of kiss... as long as they were with you.

Mogari continued it eagerly, totally forgetting his act of being badly injured, his bandaged arms coming to pin you against the mattress without a bad intention. Once he separated, totally out of breath, you leaved a laugh at his half-lidded gaze

"Werent you injured loverboy?" - You ask with a teasing expression, your eyebrow questioning his false act even if your cheeks were just as red as his.

Mogari blinked surprised, seeing his bandaged arm for a moment before grinning at you for getting caught in his stupid act. He leaned down to brush his nose against you, an eskimo kiss. "Well, dont people say kisses are magical and heal everything? I guess thats what happened!" - He jokingly said, but you could notice how soft he got compared to his usual energetic side He sighed, and a small silence passed between the two of you once again before he looked at you intently, his eyes shining in the darkness.

Murmuring into the calmness of the night, as if it were a secret meant for you and only you, one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, already guiding you slowly toward his lips.

"Can we kiss one more time...?"

[carbonfiction]

Hii - What would it be like if Frank dated a reader who was too oblivious when it came to affection? - like, after sex she always pulls away and goes to sleep far away because she can't stand the heat, not because she doesn't like Frank or physical touch, but because she's sensitive to temperature, sometimes touch, sometimes food selectivity.

Ooooh!! Now this is a really interesting thing to think about, i love it! Some of my favorite things to write is the different ways Frank cares for his partner sooo.. Heres some headcanony thoughts!

Warnings?: mostly soft and fluffy! Aftercare with obviously indescriptive mention of smut!

So I do feel like many of us frank writers say this but i genuinely see frank being so perceptive to these kinds of scenarios!!

Much like the actual sex, frank is always keeping track of what you seem to like or dont. And while at first Frank might be a little confused the first few times you pull back from him post sex, seeming to drift into your own bubble on the other side of the sheets, he absolutely would pay mind to the fact people need different things.

Its completely normal and natural that something that works for him in the come down, doesn't always work or help you and vice versa! So he looks for a bridge.

Frank would watch. He'd silently learn every little thing you reach for or even pad around to collect and add them to a mental note.

Slowly he'd start leaving bottles of water, perhaps a soda, maybe even some candy or treats you like, around the bedside tables. Simple but easily accessible things.

Taking all the tasks you had often gravitated to from your hands with a soft kiss pressed to your hair and a gentle "Hey aint gotta move yet..you stay there, i got it", "second drawer down, got you a couple of those candies you like" or even "you want your usual snack or feelin somethin different today sweetheart? Whatever you want"

I also believe frank would take great care with the clean up in this situation- infact it almost becomes a replacement of the close contact physical touch (actual cuddles and whatnot) if you often feel too overwhelmed sensory wise for it!

With a grumbled stretch of his muscles he's treading to the bathroom (still completely bare) and, depending on how intense things were, grabbing a pleasant temperature flannel or running a bath.

With the correct temperature flannel option hes cleaning over your skin as feather light as possible- a task for his usually heavy handed fingers. One that had taken you time to let him accomplish alone. Spit, slick, cum, sweat- anything and everything that could even begin to make you feel anymore overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Pushing your hair out of your face and hushing "almost done babydoll, i know..", "anywhere else not feelin comfortable?" and "still feelin too sensitive there sweetheart? Yeah? Alright, ill go more gentle kay? Tell me if its too much"

While with the bath hes carrying you- no if or buts. Frank will even put a shirt on just to do this if thats what you'd prefer than the press of sweaty skin. But nothing is stopping him from picking you up from that bed like a trembling legged baby deer. "Ready? Up we go, theres my princess" or "lets getcha nice n clean yeah? Made a real mess a' ya didn't i"

If you rather him help then he's absolutely going to- leaning over and cupping water over you hair, massaging in your favorite products, soaping over your skin with body wash and prasing every inch. Practically smothering you in warmed towls after and helping you dress (if thats what you'd rather do than remain bare)

Otherwise he'll give you the time alone if thats how you prefer it, choosing to change over the sheets so everything feels nice and fresh for you to nap. Perhaps even finding some movie or show you like to help lul you off.

But all in all hes taking your cues and building off of them, each situation unique to you. And like.. Frank doesn't mind in the slightest. He just wants his girl comfortable, content and taken care of; your needs are not any trouble to him.

A lil bonus thought- Perhaps you get a fan (or a blanket if you run colder) so you can indulge frank for a moment. You dont think of it a big deal when you set it up, frank never had for you so..why would it be? But It becomes the first time you've ever seen him just completely melt, the flutter of his lashes slowing as he blinks, the grumble of half asleep snores rumbling against your skin. The occasional compromise feeling even better than sex somedays.

Sigh.. You guys i love writing domestic, boyfriend frank. Its like drugs to me- Hes just everything, my beloved guy <33 more more more!!

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love (Part-4: "Your Our's Now") The Finale [+18]

TWICE's Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo.

➤ Words: 18-19K. Lost count.

➤ Tags: Blowjob, Boobjob, Mirror sex, Prone bone, Rough Deep throat, Anal gape, Dual penetration, Pussy eating, Squirting, Cum drinking, Threesome, False cheating. ➤ Description: It seems Sana loves you too much to let go and has plans.. But what about Momo? Or..is there something else going between the two you don't know of..

You all may wonder why did the writing style changed a little mid-smut. Well, i learnt that it helps to save blocks in Tumblr if we write in paragraphs. Hehe. Oh, and Minors, please dont come here.

The rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor echoed through the practice room as you executed another perfect move. The music blared through the speakers, filling the space with an energy that fueled your every step. But even as your body moved with precision, your mind was elsewhere.

It had been a week since that night on the rooftop. A week since your mind had been tangled between the two women who had unknowingly become the most important people in your life. And in that week… something had changed. Sana wasn’t distant anymore. For the past month, she had kept her space, only giving you polite smiles, exchanging words only when necessary. You had noticed the restraint in her, the effort she put into maintaining that emotional barrier.

But now? Now she was there—constantly. She wasn’t just talking to you; she was clinging to you, laughing with you, finding reasons to be by your side. She would sit next to you during meetings, wrap her arms around you in casual hugs, bring you coffee even when you hadn’t asked for it. She was looking out for you, more than ever before.

And what was even stranger? Momo didn’t seem to care. At first, you thought she just didn’t notice. But no—she definitely saw it. She had to. There was no way she could ignore the way Sana leaned her head against your shoulder when you were exhausted, the way she grabbed your hand when she pulled you along to different places in the building, the way she stared at you with something unspoken in her eyes.

But Momo never said anything about it. Never questioned it. Never even batted an eye. And so, you let it happen. You let Sana stay close, let her touch linger, let her laughter fill the space between you. Because if this was her way of coping, if this was how she was healing, then who were you to push her away? As long as Momo wasn’t uncomfortable with it, as long as Sana could find her peace in being near you, then maybe… just maybe, this was okay. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

JYPE Cafeteria – Afternoon

You sat across from Sana, absentmindedly stirring your iced Americano as she scrolled through her phone. The cafeteria was buzzing with conversations from staff members, trainees, and artists taking a break from their rigorous schedules.

Sana had invited you for coffee, and you didn’t think twice before agreeing.

Sana: "You’ve been quiet today, Y/N."

You blinked, looking up from your cup. Her voice was soft, her gaze fixed on you with a knowing look.

Y/N: "Just tired."

She pouted, setting her phone down, having a nod that said "Lying? Why?"

Sana: "That’s what you always say."

You let out a small chuckle.

Y/N: "Well, it’s true."

She leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her palm as she studied you.

Sana: "Is it me?"

The question caught you off guard.

Y/N: "What?"

Sana: "Am I… making things harder for you?"

Your grip on your cup tightened for a moment before you exhaled, shaking your head.

Y/N: "No, Sana. Of course not."

She didn’t look convinced.

Sana: "You sure? Because I feel like I’m being selfish."

That made you pause.

Sana: "I know I said I wasn’t backing down, and maybe I’ve been acting a little too—"

Y/N: "Sana."

You reached out, placing your hand over hers. She stilled, her eyes widening slightly at the contact.

Y/N: "It’s okay. If being close helps you… then I’m okay with it."

Her fingers curled slightly under your palm, her expression unreadable.

Then, she smiled.

Sana: "You’re too nice, Y/N."

You smiled back, but deep down, there was a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place. Because maybe… just maybe… this wasn’t just about healing for her. Maybe it was something else entirely.

JYPE Dance Studio – Evening

The dim lighting of the studio cast long shadows across the walls as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, breathing heavily from another intense session. The music had long since stopped, and most of the staff had already left for the day. Except for you and Momo. She sat on the floor, stretching her legs while sipping from her water bottle. You glanced at her, your thoughts swirling as you debated whether or not to bring it up.

But before you could, she spoke first.

Momo: "You’re overthinking again."

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily she read you.

Y/N: "What?"

She smiled, tilting her head as she gazed at you.

Momo: "You get this look on your face when you’re stuck in your head. And you’ve had it all week."

You let out a small breath, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: "It’s just… Sana."

Momo didn’t react the way you expected. She simply hummed, nodding slightly.

Momo: "Yeah. She’s been sticking to you like glue lately."

Your chest tightened.

Y/N: "And you don’t… mind?"

She looked at you for a moment before setting her water bottle down and standing up. She walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek gently.

Momo: "Should I?"

Her eyes searched yours, and for the first time in days, you felt like you were the one being cornered.

Y/N: "I just thought—"

Momo: "That I’d be jealous?"

She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Momo: "Y/N, I know how you feel about me. And I trust you."

Her words settled into you like an anchor, grounding you.

Momo: "Sana… she’s complicated. But I think you already know that."

You swallowed, nodding.

Momo: "She’s not just clinging to you because she’s hurting."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Momo: "She’s holding on because she still wants something more."

The realization hit you like a tidal wave. You had been so focused on making sure Sana was okay, so sure that this was just her way of coping, that you hadn’t stopped to consider the possibility that she wasn’t healing at all. She was waiting. Waiting for something to change. Waiting for you to change. And the worst part? You weren’t sure what to do about it.

JYPE Headquarters – Your Dorm (Late Night)

You sat at the edge of your bed, staring at your phone as Sana’s contact name flashed on the screen.

She had texted you. And you knew, without even opening it, that it would be another casual, warm message—another reminder that she was still there, still close, still waiting. Your heart felt heavy. Because suddenly, for the first time in a long time… You didn’t know if letting her stay by your side was really the right thing to do anymore.

Sana: Good night, Y/N. Rest well, okay?

You hovered over the keyboard, contemplating whether to reply. Eventually, you typed out a simple response.

Y/N: Good night, Sana.

You watched as the message sent, then locked your phone and set it down on your nightstand. But despite the exhaustion weighing on your body, your mind refused to quiet down.

Something felt… off. Sana had been closer than ever. That much was clear. But it wasn’t just that.

It was Momo.. Or rather, the lack of reaction from Momo. Or rather, the lack of reaction from Momo.

At first, she had always been the type to get jealous when Sana got too close to you. You still remembered the small moments—how she would frown, tug you away subtly, or even playfully call Sana out when she thought she was pushing boundaries. But now? Now, she didn't seem to care at all. Not when Sana leaned into you, Not when she held your hand casually. Not when she found excuses to be alone with you.

It was a drastic change—one that didn’t sit right with you. Your fingers tapped lightly against your chest as you stared at the ceiling. Something had changed after that night in the production room. The night Sana had said she wasn’t backing down.

Back then, you hadn’t thought much of it. You had assumed she meant she wasn’t going to let her emotions push her away from you. That she wanted to be close to you despite everything.

But now, looking back at it…Had Momo heard that conversation? Had they talked? Your jaw tightened at the possibility. Because if they had, then something was happening here—something you weren’t aware of.

And if that were the case...Then you weren’t just dealing with Sana’s feelings anymore.

JYPE Recording Studio – The Next Morning

The faint hum of a bassline vibrated through the speakers as you sat behind the mixing desk, absentmindedly scrolling through song arrangements. Your mind, however, was far from the music.

The sleepless night had left you in a daze, and despite the coffee in your hand, your thoughts remained tangled.

That was, until a familiar voice snapped you out of it.

Momo: "You look like you barely slept."

You turned your head to see Momo standing by the door, arms crossed, watching you.

Y/N: "Didn’t get much rest."

She walked in, closing the door behind her before moving to sit across from you.

Momo: "You thinking about Sana?"

Her directness made you pause.

Y/N: "Yeah."

She hummed, nodding as if she had expected that answer. There was a brief silence before you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk.

Y/N: "Momo… are you really okay with all of this?"

She tilted her head.

Momo: "With what?"

Y/N: "With Sana. With how close she’s been. With how she—"

Momo: "Clings to you like a lost puppy?"

You exhaled sharply.

Y/N: "Yeah. That."

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against her knee. Then, she smiled.

Momo: "You’re overthinking again."

It was the same thing she had told you before. But this time, it didn’t feel like a dismissal. It felt like she knew something you didn't. Your gaze hardened slightly.

Y/N: "Momo."

She sighed, stretching her arms over her head before looking at you seriously.

Momo: "If it really bothered me, I would’ve said something, Y/N."

Your grip on the coffee cup tightened.

Y/N: "That’s what doesn’t make sense."

She raised an eyebrow.

Y/N: "Before, you used to get jealous. Even if it was small, I could tell. But now, you just let it happen."

You leaned in slightly.

Y/N: "So tell me, Momo. What changed?"

For a brief second, something flickered in her eyes. And that was all you needed to know. Something had changed.

Momo: "Y/N."

Her voice was softer now, careful.

Momo: "It’s not what you think."

Your stomach clenched at those words. Because if she had to say that, then it was exactly what you thought.

Y/N: "Did you talk to Sana?"

Her silence was your answer. You exhaled sharply, leaning back against your chair.

Y/N: "Momo…"

She bit her lip before looking down at her hands.

Momo: "It wasn’t like that."

Your eyes narrowed.

Y/N: "Then what was it like?"

She hesitated before meeting your gaze again.

Momo: "Sana… she’s hurting, Y/N. And I think she’s scared."

Your fingers twitched.

Y/N: "Scared of what?"

Momo: "Of losing you completely."

Your chest tightened.

Momo: "She’s holding on because she thinks it’s the only way to keep you in her life."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. So, that was it. That's why Momo had stopped reacting— because she understood or know something you didn't. Because she had already accepted something you were only just realizing. That Sana's feeling weren’t just about healing. They were about not letting go. And suddenly... You weren’t sure if you could keep pretending you didn't see it anymore. Momo’s eyes locked onto yours, the air between you heavy with something unspoken. It wasn’t just tension—it was something deeper, something raw.

Then, without warning, she moved. You barely had time to react before her lips crashed Against yours. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. A forceful claim that sent shockwave throughout your body. Her fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you closer as if she needed you to feel every ounce of emotion surging through her. You could feel her breath against your skin, the way her body pressed into yours, her warmth burning into you.

And then—just as quickly as it started—it was over. She pulled away, her forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

Her voice came out in a whisper, but it was laced with something dangerous.

Momo: “Something’s up, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard, your heart still racing.

Y/N: “Momo—”

Momo: “It’s your job to figure it out.”

Her fingers slid down to your jaw, tilting your face slightly.

Momo: “But know this—”

Her lips brushed against your cheek, lingering there for just a second before she whispered the words that made your stomach drop.

Momo: “You’re mine.”

A chill ran down your spine. She pulled back fully, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. There was no hesitation in her expression, no doubt. Just a quiet, unshakable certainty. You knew Momo wasn’t the type to say something like that lightly. And yet, there it was. The declaration. It left you breathless. Because for the first time since Sana had started clinging to you…Momo was staking her claim. And that meant something. Something big.

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You sat in the dimly lit studio, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Momo had kissed you before—countless times. But this… this had been different. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a statement. A reminder. A warning

And the fact that she had delivered it after you had confronted her about Sana? That was the part that rattled you. She knew something. Something you didn't. And she wasn’t going to tell you outright. She wanted you to figure it out.

Your jaw clenched as you leaned back in your chair, staring up at the ceiling. This wasn’t just about Sana being clingy. It wasn’t even about Momo's sudden ease with it. It was about whatever had happened between them when you weren’t looking. Something had changed and you were determined to find it out.

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The ceiling above you felt farther away than it should have. Your room was dark except for the faint glow of your phone screen resting beside you on the bed. The air was still, but inside your mind—chaos. You shifted slightly, letting out a slow breath as your thoughts refused to settle. Sana. Momo. The strange shift in their behaviors.

You should’ve been exhausted after today—after the long hours at the company, after the conversation with JYP and the executives, after Momo’s sudden reclaim over you. But sleep wouldn’t come. Not when your mind was racing with questions.

You reached for your phone on instinct, the soft blue light illuminating your fingers as you unlocked it. Your contacts list stared back at you, names you had seen a hundred times.

And yet, your thumb hovered over only one.

Sana noona.

You bit the inside of your cheek, debating for a moment. Would this be a mistake? Would this only complicate things further? But the moment your thumb hesitated, your mind flashed back to the way Sana had looked at you the last time she cried in that production room. The way she wasn’t backing down. Your chest felt tight as you exhaled sharply, shaking your head before typing.

Y/N: "Noona, you still awake?"

You hit send, watching the message deliver. One second. Two seconds. Three sec—

Typing…

Your fingers tightened around your phone. And then—

Sana: "Oh? My baby is texting me first today? ㅎㅎㅎ What’s up? Can’t sleep?"

You swallowed, hesitating before replying.

Y/N: "Yeah, something like that. Just wanted to ask how your day went."

Sana: "Aww, you care about me? That’s so cute, Y/N~"

Y/N: "Noona, I asked a normal question—"

Sana: "Shh, let me enjoy this. You’re usually so serious these days. It’s nice to see you thinking about me."

You sighed, shaking your head slightly before typing again.

Y/N: "You make it sound like I never think about you."

Sana: "You’re right. You do think about me a lot, huh? ㅋㅋㅋ Should I be flattered?"

You groaned internally, knowing exactly where this was going.

Y/N: "Noona, that’s not what I meant—"

Sana: "Ah, so you’re denying it? Tsk tsk, Y/N, you need to learn how to be honest with your feelings~"

Your lips twitched slightly. This woman. No matter the situation, no matter the tension surrounding everything, Sana was still Sana. A playful tease, a flirt at heart—always charming, always disarming.

Y/N: "You’re impossible."

Sana: "And yet you’re still talking to me instead of sleeping. Interesting~"

You sighed, rolling onto your side as you stared at your phone. Something about this conversation felt normal. Despite the swirling doubts in your mind, despite the uneasy feeling lingering in your chest—this moment felt familiar. A brief escape from the uncertainty. But then���

Sana: "Give me a day."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N: "Huh?"

Sana: "Three days from now. My schedule is free then. Just… wait until then, okay?"

A pause. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, confusion settling in. Wait for what? What was she planning? You didn’t know. But something in her words—something in the way she phrased it—made you agree without question.

Y/N: "Alright. Three days, then."

And just like that, the tone of the conversation shifted back instantly.

Sana: "Good! Now, back to our main topic—"

Y/N: "What topic?"

Sana: "Why are you so cute when you’re sleepy?"

You closed your eyes briefly.

Y/N: "Noona, stop coddling me."

Sana: "No? Why would I? You’re adorable, Y/N~"

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Y/N: "I’m not a child, Sana."

Sana: "Says the one who’s 8 months younger than me~"

You stared at the message. Laughed once under your breath. And then—

Y/N: "You’re never letting that go, are you?"

Sana: "Nope! Never~ ㅎㅎㅎ"

You shook your head, exhaling as your grip on your phone loosened slightly. Despite everything, despite all the questions you still had—you found yourself smiling. You stared at your phone, your thumb hovering over the screen as you read Sana's last message. Before you could even respond, a new notification popped up. You blinked, and there it was—Sana’s selfie.

She was lying on her bed, her hair tousled and eyes half-lidded, as if she just woke up from a nap. The dim light hit her face just right, casting a soft glow around her, and she had a faint upturn of her lips.

Sana: "Here’s a picture for you~ ㅎㅎ Just wanted to make sure you remember my face. Be free 3 days later, okay? I’ll need your attention, Y/N."

You stared at the selfie for a moment, her teasing tone making your chest tighten in that familiar way. It was almost too much—she knew how to pull you in. You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N: "You’re impossible, Sana."

Seconds later, the screen showed “Sana is offline.”. You dropped your head back onto your pillow, the smile lingering on your face. Something was definitely going on with her, and as much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that she wasn’t just teasing you. Lying back on your bed, the weight of Sana’s playful selfie still lingered on your mind. You couldn’t help but admit it—it made your heart race. She had that effect on you, always had. But this wasn’t just about her teasing smile or the flirtatious way she spoke to you.

No, this was about something deeper. Something that you had already made a decision about. You clenched your fist around your phone, shutting your eyes as you tried to push the thoughts aside. Momo.

Momo, who had become not just your mentor but your girlfriend. Momo, who trusted you and who had stood by you despite everything. How could you betray that trust? How could you entertain anything with Sana when you had already made a promise to Momo?

You exhaled deeply, forcing yourself to sit up.

Don’t be stupid.

You had to remind yourself. You couldn’t let yourself be swayed by Sana’s charm or her endless attention. No matter how much she flirted, no matter how hard she tried to pull you back in—you were committed to Momo. It wasn’t about being fair to Sana or playing some game. It was about respect—respect for the relationship you had built with Momo, the relationship that was real, not a temporary distraction. Sana wasn’t the one you wanted, not like Momo was.

So you stood up, shaking your head and telling yourself, Focus. Stay loyal. Don’t let her get to you. With a final, determined breath, you set your phone down and forced your mind to focus on the things that mattered. The lines were drawn. And you wouldn’t cross them.

Three Days Later

Your phone buzzed just as you were finishing up at the studio.

Sana: "Where are you, Y/N?"

You blinked at the message, surprised by the sudden text. You had been expecting her to reach out today, but the straightforwardness of her message made you pause. Something about it felt… different.

Y/N: "Just finished at the studio. Why?"

Her reply came almost instantly.

Sana: "Follow Minji unnie. She’ll take you where you need to be."

Your brows furrowed.

Y/N: "Where am I going exactly?"

Sana: "Just trust me. Come quickly."

A sigh escaped your lips. You weren’t sure what she was planning, but you had agreed to meet her today. Whatever she had in mind, you’d face it head-on. Minji noona was already waiting outside the building when you stepped out. She gave you a small smile, nodding toward the company van.

Minji: "You look like you have questions."

You opened the door and slid in beside her.

Y/N: "I do. But something tells me you won’t answer them."

Minji chuckled as she pulled the van into the street.

Minji: "Smart boy. Just sit tight."

You stared out the window as she drove, the familiar roads passing by in a blur. The silence between you was comfortable, but your mind was racing. Why did Sana send Minji to pick you up? Why the secrecy? And more importantly—why did it feel like this was something more than just a casual meeting? By the time the van pulled up to TWICE’s dorm, you had far more questions than answers. You stepped out, adjusting your jacket as Minji rolled down the window.

Minji: "Head inside. She’s waiting."

You turned to her with narrowed eyes.

Y/N: "Where are the others?"

Minji’s lips curled into a small smirk.

Minji: "Schedules. It’s just you and her today."

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t know why, but something about that made you feel… uneasy. With a small nod, you made your way inside. The dorm was quiet—eerily so. You had been here before, but never like this. It felt empty, hollow, as if the usual energy that filled the space was missing. And then you heard her voice.

Sana: "Y/N, deeper in here."

Your body tensed at the sound. There was something about the way she called for you that sent a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, following the voice toward her room.

When you stepped inside, you froze. The room was cozy and warm, just like her. Dimly lit, with soft decorations that made it feel lived-in and personal. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air—her scent. And there she was, sitting on the edge of her bed with a lovely widening grin. But that wasn’t what caught your attention the most. It was the small setup on the table. Plates of food, carefully arranged. A bottle of soju, two glasses beside it. She had prepared everything. For just the two of you.

Your throat went dry.

Y/N: "Sana… what’s all this?"

She tilted her head, her smile never wavering.

Sana: "A meal. A drink. A quiet night for just us."

Her gaze met yours, playful yet unreadable.

Sana: "Why? Is that a problem?"

You let out a small breath as you took in the scene before you. The warm glow of the lamp beside her bed cast soft shadows over the cozy space, highlighting the careful preparation Sana had put into this night. The plates of food, the chilled bottle of soju, the way she looked at you—everything felt intentional. And that made you nervous.

Y/N: "Sana… I’m a light drinker. I don’t really drink that much."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she reached for the bottle.

Sana: "That’s fine."

She poured the clear liquid into a small glass, the sound crisp against the silence of the room. Then, she set it down in front of you before pouring one for herself.

Sana: "Tonight’s an exception, don’t you think?"

You hesitated, eyeing the glass warily.

Y/N: "I mean, I guess… but still."

She leaned closer, resting her chin on her palm, her fingers drumming lightly against the table.

Sana: "Y/N, one or two drinks won’t hurt. Besides—"

She grabbed a piece of food with her chopsticks and held it up to your lips.

Sana: "I made all this. You’re not going to reject me, are you?"

Her playful pout made your stomach twist. You sighed, shaking your head.

Y/N: "You really know how to corner someone, huh?"

She grinned.

Sana: "Of course. Now, open up."

With slight hesitation, you took the bite. The taste was rich and flavorful, and you had to admit—it was good. You chewed slowly, watching as she lifted her own chopsticks and took a bite as well.

Sana: "See? Not bad, right?"

You nodded, swallowing.

Y/N: "Yeah, it’s really good. Did you make this all yourself?"

She waved a hand, looking smug.

Sana: "Maybe~ Maybe not~"

She laughed at your raised eyebrow, then nudged the soju glass closer to you.

Sana: "Now drink."

You sighed, picking up the glass.

Y/N: "Just one."

She gave you an innocent smile.

Sana: "Of course. Just one."

You didn’t trust that smile. Still, you lifted the glass to your lips, letting the bitter liquid burn its way down your throat. It wasn’t too strong, but it left a warmth in your chest. Sana clapped her hands together.

Sana: "There you go! That wasn’t so bad, right?"

You placed the glass down, exhaling through your nose.

Y/N: "It’s not about whether it’s bad or not. I just don’t drink often."

She hummed, pouring another glass for herself.

Sana: "Then consider tonight a rare occasion. Special, even."

Her voice dipped slightly at the last word, making you glance at her. There was something in her tone—something teasing yet unreadable.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, like it always did with Sana. Between bites of food and occasional sips of soju, the two of you shared stories about work, schedules, and the usual chaos that came with TWICE’s life.

Sana: "You should've seen Nayeon unnie earlier. She was running around, yelling at Jeongyeon for hiding her makeup bag again. It was like watching a sitcom unfold in real life."

You chuckled, shaking your head.

Y/N: "That sounds like them. I don’t get how Nayeon noona keeps losing things when she knows Jeongyeon will just take them."

Sana laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sana: "It’s a never-ending cycle. At this point, I think she enjoys the drama."

You smirked.

Y/N: "Probably."

The warmth in the room was comforting. The soft glow of the lamp, the occasional clink of glasses, the playful teasing—it was a moment of peace. But then, the topic took an unexpected turn.

Sana: "Speaking of drama… How’s Momo?"

Your expression softened at the mention of your girlfriend.

Y/N: "She’s good. A bit busy with her dance practices, but that’s Momo for you. She never slows down."

You expected Sana to react with her usual teasing grin, maybe even poke fun at how Momo was a perfectionist when it came to dancing. But instead, her smile faltered. The change was subtle—just a flicker of something in her eyes before she looked down at her glass. That was a signal. You noticed it immediately. Your fingers tightened slightly around your chopsticks as you observed her carefully.

Y/N: "Sana noona?"

She hummed, swirling the liquid in her glass before taking a slow sip.

Sana: "You sound really in love with her."

You blinked at her choice of words.

Y/N: "Of course, I am."

She let out a soft chuckle, though there was something hollow about it.

Sana: "Right. Of course, you are."

You felt an odd weight in the air. Something unspoken. Something lingering between the lines of what she said and what she actually meant. For a brief second, you thought back to the past few weeks. How Sana had been getting closer to you again. How she had been constantly by your side, caring for you, looking out for you—how she had never backed down. And now, as she sat there, her fingers loosely holding the rim of her glass, you started to wonder if this moment… was her way of testing the waters. If she was waiting for you to say something. If she was hoping for something else. But you didn’t know what.

The faint clink of glass echoed in the cozy room as Sana poured another drink for you, her movements slow and deliberate. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated her delicate features, casting a warm golden hue over her skin. She looked at ease, as if she had all the time in the world.

You, on the other hand, hesitated for a fraction of a second before picking up your glass again. You weren’t much of a drinker. You had said that earlier. And yet, here you were, already a few drinks in, feeling the warmth creeping into your veins...Sana, however, seemed unfazed. She rested her chin on one hand, swirling the soju in her glass lazily as she watched you with an expression that was both amused and… curious.

Sana: "You’re not usually this easy to convince, Y/N."

You let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck.

Y/N: "I guess you caught me at the right time."

She smirked.

Sana: "Or maybe I just know how to handle you."

You shook your head at her playful tone but didn’t refute it. Then, she leaned in slightly, resting an elbow on the table. Her gaze flickered to your half-empty glass before moving back to your face.

Sana: "So…"

Her voice was softer now. More intentional.

Sana: "What do you love most about Momo?"

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, feeling the slight fuzziness in your head from the alcohol as you tried to focus on her words.

Y/N: "What kind of question is that?"

She tilted her head.

Sana: "A normal one. I’m just curious."

She poured you another drink before you could respond, her fingers brushing against yours briefly as she slid the glass toward you. You sighed but took it anyway, feeling your reluctance fade with every passing minute. The alcohol was definitely loosening your tongue, but it also made you lower your guard.

Y/N: "Momo… she’s everything."

Your voice was softer than you intended.

Y/N: "She’s strong, kind, passionate. She never stops giving her best in everything she does. And even when she’s tired, she still puts others before herself."

A faint smile tugged at your lips.

Y/N: "I admire her so much. And I love her."

Sana remained quiet, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. You didn’t notice how her grip tightened slightly. Then, she let out a small chuckle, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Sana: "That’s… really sweet."

Her voice was unreadable. She lifted her glass and took another sip before setting it down with a quiet thud. Then, she met your gaze again.

Sana: "And do you ever wonder if she truly understands how much you love her?"

That question… it made something in your mind stir. Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at Sana, trying to gauge where this was coming from.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana smiled, but it wasn’t her usual playful one. It was softer. Almost melancholic.

Sana: "I mean… Sometimes, people love so deeply that they forget to ask if the other person sees it the same way."

She poured another drink—for both of you this time.

Sana: "Have you ever wondered if Momo truly understands the depth of your love?"

You frowned slightly, the alcohol making it harder to think as clearly as you normally would.

Y/N: "I… I think she does. I mean, I try to show her every day."

Sana hummed, taking another sip before responding.

Sana: "But sometimes, love isn't just about how much you give. It’s about how much the other person chooses to receive."

Her words lingered in the air, heavier than before. And for some reason, despite the haze of the alcohol, they made something stir in the back of your mind. The warmth of the alcohol wrapped around you like a thick fog, dulling your usual sharpness. You didn’t realize how much you had been drinking until the room felt just a little too cozy, the edges of your vision slightly softer, your thoughts flowing easier than before...And Sana… she was watching you. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, the flickering candle on her desk casting a soft glow on her face. She had that unreadable expression again, one that made it hard to tell what she was truly thinking. You swirled the liquid in your glass absentmindedly before glancing up at her.

Y/N: "Sana noona…"

Your voice was steadier than expected, but the alcohol made you feel bolder, more willing to speak your mind.

Y/N: "That day in the production room… you said you weren’t going to give up on me."

Sana stilled, her fingers pausing mid-motion against the table.

Y/N: "What… exactly did you mean by that?"

For a moment, she just looked at you. And then, she let out a soft, almost amused sigh as she leaned back against her chair, her head tilting slightly.

Sana: "I was wondering when you’d finally ask."

Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

Sana: "I meant exactly what I said, Y/N."

Your heartbeat slowed for a fraction of a second.

Y/N: "Sana—"

Sana: "I love you."

The words came out so easily, so confidently, that for a moment, your brain didn’t even register them. Your grip on the glass tightened slightly.

Y/N: "Noona, you’re drunk—"

Sana: "I’m not."

She leaned forward now, her gaze steady, unwavering.

Sana: "I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N."

You swallowed. Hard. Your mind raced, trying to piece together what this meant—what this changed.

Y/N: "But… I’m with Momo."

Sana’s smile faltered for a brief moment, but then she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Sana: "I know."

She poured another drink for herself but didn’t drink it immediately. Instead, she studied you carefully.

Sana: "Do you think that changes how I feel?"

Your chest felt tighter. You didn’t know What to say.

Sana: "I’ve known Momo since I was a teenager, Y/N. She’s my best friend, my sister in everything but blood."

Her voice softened.

Sana: "And that’s why this is so complicated."

You exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: "Noona… I can’t go behind Momo’s back."

Your voice was firm, but the alcohol had made your thoughts sluggish, made your emotions more raw. Sana smiled at that, but there was something strange in her expression. A flicker of… amusement?

Sana: "I know."

She took a slow sip of her drink before setting the glass down with a quiet clink.

Sana: "And that’s why I trust you."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached across the table and took your hand, her fingers lightly brushing over yours. Her touch was warm, grounding, despite the dizziness in your mind.

Sana: "You’re trying so hard to do the right thing."

She squeezed your hand gently.

Sana: "That’s why Momo loves you."

The mention of her name made something in your chest tighten. Sana’s eyes studied you carefully, as if she was waiting for something. And then, in a moment of hazy clarity, something clicked in your mind. The flicker of amusement in her eyes. The way she didn’t seem… surprised by your response. It was almost as if… She and Momo had already talked about this. Your breath caught. But before you could fully process the thought, Sana gave your hand one final squeeze before letting go.

Sana: "You’ll figure it out, Y/N."

She leaned back, picking up her drink once more, her smile returning—soft, knowing, patient.

The weight of Sana’s words still lingered in the air, thick and impossible to ignore. But before you could even attempt to unpack the meaning behind her knowing smile, her fingers—soft and featherlight—traced down your thigh. The touch wasn’t casual. It wasn’t friendly. It was deliberate. Your muscles tensed slightly under her fingertips, your mind screaming at you to move, to say something, to create space. But the alcohol had settled deep in your veins, making it difficult to think clearly. Sana, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. Her eyes flickered with something unreadable as she leaned in just slightly, her scent—a mix of floral and something uniquely hers—flooding your senses.

Y/N: "Noona…"

Your voice was low, hesitant. A warning. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she traced slow circles against the fabric of your pants, her touch light but undeniably suggestive.

Sana: "You’re so tense, Y/N."

Her voice was smooth, laced with something playful yet dangerous.

Y/N: "You’re not even trying to care about boundaries, are you?"

She tilted her head slightly, her smile widening.

Sana: "Boundaries?"

Her fingers brushed up, higher this time. You let out a slow breath, your grip tightening on the drink in your hand, your knuckles turning white.

Sana: "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, her eyes locked onto yours. A war waged inside of you. Half of you knew this was wrong—so incredibly wrong. You were with Momo. You were committed to Momo. She trusted you. She loved you. But the other half… The one that was affected by the alcohol. The one that couldn’t ignore the way Sana looked at you. The one that noticed just how undeniably beautiful she was, how close she was, how dangerous this moment was becoming. You swallowed, trying to clear the haze in your mind.

Y/N: "Sana, I…"

Her fingers stopped. For a moment, she just looked at you, her expression softening.

Sana: "I’m not trying to force you into anything, Y/N. But you need to start being honest with yourself."

Your jaw tightened.

Y/N: "I am being honest."

She gave a small, knowing chuckle.

Sana: "Are you?"

The words cut deeper than they should have. You wanted to argue. To tell her that you knew exactly what you wanted. That your heart belonged to Momo and no one else. But something about the way Sana was looking at you—like she could see straight through your carefully crafted walls—made it hard to say the words out loud.

Sana: "You’re not even questioning why Momo hasn’t said anything, are you?"

That made you pause.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana leaned back, picking up her own drink, her expression unreadable.

Sana: "Nothing, Y/N. Nothing at all."

The way she said it made it everything but nothing. You exhaled sharply and downed another glass, the liquid burning your throat before settling into warmth in your stomach. You weren’t usually a heavy drinker, but right now, the confusion swirling in your head demanded some sort of relief. If only for a moment. Sana watched you, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Sana: “You sure you can handle another one, Y/N?”

Her voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something knowing.

Y/N: “I just…” You ran a hand through your hair. “I just need to stop thinking for a bit.”

That was the truth. Momo. Sana. Their words. Their actions. The cryptic things Sana kept saying, the feeling that you were missing something crucial—it was all too much. Sana hummed softly, setting her drink aside.

Sana: “Then don’t think.”

Her fingers were back, tracing lazy patterns along your forearm before moving up to your shoulder. You stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. The alcohol was doing its job, making your body slow to react, your mind hazy. She shifted closer. The warmth of her body was noticeable now, her scent filling the small space between you. You swallowed hard.

Y/N: “Noona.…”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence.

Sana: “Hmm?”

Her fingers slid down your arm, brushing against your thigh again. This time, it wasn’t fleeting—it lingered, warm and deliberate. Your muscles tensed, but the alcohol dulled your usual self-control.

Y/N: “You… You shouldn’t be doing this.”

She leaned in slightly, her lips mere inches from your ear.

Sana: “And yet, you’re not stopping me.”

Your breath hitched. She was right. You hadn’t moved away. Hadn’t shoved her hand off. Hadn’t stood up and walked out of her room like you should have. Instead, you sat there, letting her touch linger, letting the lines between right and wrong blur in the fog of alcohol and confusion.

Y/N: “Sana…” You forced your voice to be firmer this time. “I’m with Momo.”

Her fingers finally stopped their slow, teasing movements. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she studied you, her dark eyes searching yours. Then, to your surprise, she smiled. Not a smile of disappointment or frustration. But something softer. Something almost… victorious.

Sana: “I know.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. There was something about the way she said it—like she knew something you didn’t. Like she had already accounted for this outcome long before the night even started. She reached for her own drink and took a slow sip, watching you over the rim of her glass.

Sana: “But tell me something, Y/N.”

She set her drink down, leaning forward, her face inches from yours.

Sana: “If you’re so sure of where your heart lies…”

Her fingers traced your jaw, tilting your face toward her.

Sana: “…then why do you look so lost?”

You had no answer. Because for the first time in a long time…You weren’t sure if you knew the truth anymore. You weren’t sure when the room had started spinning. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way Sana looked at you—like she already knew what would happen, like she had orchestrated this moment from the start. Or maybe it was the way her fingers caressed your jaw, her thumb grazing your lips as if testing your resolve. A resolve that felt thinner with every breath. You wanted to say something. To remind her—remind yourself—that this was wrong. That you were Momo’s. That this should not be happening. But then she moved to kiss you on the lips. Soft. Warm. And utterly intentional. Your body tensed immediately. The alcohol in your system dulled your usual sharpness, but not enough to erase the alarm bells ringing in your mind. This was Sana. Your girlfriend’s best friend. One of the people you trusted most. And yet, her lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm, coaxing, enticing—dangerous.

You barely managed a feeble protest, your hands gripping the fabric of your pants as if anchoring yourself.

Y/N: "Sana—"

She pulled back only a fraction, her breath mingling with yours, her dark eyes locked onto you with a confidence that left you reeling.

Sana: "Shh, Y/N."

Her thumb traced your lower lip.

Sana: "Momo won’t be mad. Trust me."

Your heart lurched. What? Your dazed mind struggled to process her words. That didn’t make sense. How could she say that with such certainty? She had never lied to you before. But this… this felt impossible.

Y/N: "Sana, what are you talking about? I—"

Her lips brushed yours again, cutting off your words, her touch firmer this time. More insistent. Your grip on control was slipping. The alcohol, her presence, her warmth—it was all muddling the lines you had sworn not to cross. Her hands wandered—fingertips tracing your shoulders, down your arms, sliding dangerously close to your waist. And yet, her expression wasn’t just one of seduction. There was certainty in her eyes. Like she knew exactly how this would play out. Like she wasn’t worried. Like she wasn’t doing anything wrong. And that was what left you torn.

Y/N: "How can you say that?" you muttered, voice uneven.

Sana smiled softly. She leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear.

Sana: "Because I know, Y/N. I know more than you think."

Her breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands clenched into fists, fighting the way your body reacted to her. This was Sana. This was wrong. And yet… Her lips were back on yours, pressing deeper this time, coaxing something out of you that you weren’t sure you could resist anymore. And worst of all? Somewhere in the haze of alcohol and confusion… You wanted her to keep going.

The moment Sana’s lips left yours, she didn’t pull away—she sank lower. Her fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch. Her dark eyes flicked up to yours, mischief and something darker swimming in them as she pressed a teasing kiss to the skin just above the fabric.

Sana: "Mm… you’re already so hard for me."

Her voice was honey-thick, dripping with satisfaction as she nuzzled the growing bulge in your pants. You swallowed hard, your fingers twitching at your sides, torn between pushing her away and fisting her hair.

Y/N: "S-Sana—"

She ignored you, her nails dragging teasingly along the outline of your cock through the fabric before she finally, finally, undid the button and zipper.

Sana: "Momo was right… you do have a pretty dick..."

She laughed softly, breath warm against your skin as she tugged your pants down just enough to free your erection. Your cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking at the tip. Sana didn’t hesitate. Her tongue flicked out, kittenish and teasing, lapping up the bead of pre-cum before wrapping her lips around the swollen head.

Y/N: "Agh—fuck!"

Your hips jerked instinctively, and Sana’s fingers dug into your thighs, nails biting just slightly as she pushed you back into the chair.

Sana: "Ah-ah… be good."

She smirked up at you before taking you deeper, her lips stretching obscenely as she took more of you inch by inch. Her tongue swirled along the underside, tracing the thick vein there before hollowing her cheeks and sucking—

Y/N: "Noona—shit—!"

Her lips were sin itself—warm, wet, relentless. Every slide of her mouth sent fire licking up your spine, every flick of her tongue against the sensitive spot under your cockhead had your thighs twitching beneath her grip. She pulled off with a lewd pop, saliva glistening on her swollen lips, before immediately dragging the flat of her tongue up your leaking shaft.

Sana: "Mmm… you taste so good."

Then she swallowed you whole. No teasing, no slow build—just her throat opening up around you with practiced ease, her nose pressing into your pelvis as she took you to the hilt.

Y/N: "H-holy shit—!"

Her eyes watered prettily as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you down as she fucked her own throat on your cock, bobbing at a brutal pace. Drool spilled past her lips, dripping messily down your balls as she took you impossibly deeper with every thrust.

Sana: "Nggh—ahh~"

The lewd slurps and choked moans vibrated around your cock, the obscene sounds filling the room as her free hand wandered between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles against her clit through her soaked panties.

Y/N: "Fuck—I’m not gonna—"

She pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and spit-slick as she stroked you roughly with her hand.

Sana: "You will cum in my mouth, Y/N."

Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip before she dove back down, swallowing half your length in one go. You couldn’t hold back.

Y/N: "Sana—fuck—I’m cumming—"

She moaned around you, the vibration sending you over the edge as hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking you with tight sucks until you were twitching and oversensitive beneath her. Only then did she pull away—slowly, deliberately—licking her lips with a satisfied smirk.

Sana: "Mmhn~... still not enough, huh?"

Her fingers trailed up your spent cock, teasing another weak twitch from you before she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours—letting you taste yourself.

Sana: "'Cause I'm far from done with you."

Sana’s lips were still tingling from the taste of you when she pulled back, her fingers already working the straps of her dress loose. The fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, and suddenly—fuck—her tits were right there. Perky. Plush. Perfect. Her nipples were already stiff, pebbled under your gaze, and she arched her back just slightly, letting them bounce as she smirked at your slack-jawed expression.

Sana: "Like what you see?"

Her voice was a purr, fingers teasing along the swell of her breasts, thumb brushing over a nipple just to watch your cock twitch against your stomach.

Y/N: "Sana-noona… we shouldn’t—"

She cut you off with a roll of her hips, grinding her soaked panties against your thigh as she leaned forward, pressing those perfect tits against your chest.

Sana: "You keep saying that…"

Her breath was hot against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe before she whispered—

Sana: "But your cock keeps saying yes."

Then she pushed you back into the soft chaie, straddling your lap, her tits right there, inches from your mouth. Sana didn’t wait for you to cave. She grabbed your wrists, guiding your hands to her waist before pressing them upward, forcing your palms to cup the soft weight of her tits.

Sana: "Squeeze."

You did. Fuck. Her skin was so soft, so warm, her nipples stiff against your palms as you kneaded gently. Sana moaned, head tipping back as she rocked against you, her wetness seeping through her panties and onto your thighs.

Sana: "Harder…"

Your grip tightened, fingers sinking into her plush flesh, and she whimpered, back arching as she pressed herself harder into your hands.

Sana: "Yesss… just like that~"

Then she dropped down on the floor, leaned forward, her tits pressing together as she trapped your cock between them, her cleavage swallowing you whole.

Y/N: "F-fuck—!"

Her skin was so warm, so smooth, her tits molding around your shaft as she started moving, rolling her hips in slow, sinuous circles.

Sana: "Mmm… you fit so well…"

Her voice was breathy, her lips parted as she watched her tits glide along your length, her nipples brushing against your cock with every stroke. Pre-cum smeared between them, making every slide slicker, hotter, and Sana’s breath hitched as she squeezed tighter, her tits swallowing you to the base.

Sana: "Nggh—you’re so thick…"

Her nails dug into your shoulders as she fucked her tits faster, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Y/N: "Sana—I can’t—"

She cut you off with a sharp roll of her hips, her tits tightening around you as she moaned—

Sana: "You can. And you will."

Before you could protest, Sana was up at her feets already on your thighs as she grabbed the back of your head and yanked you forward, your mouth crashing against her left nipple.

Y/N: "Mmph—!"

She tasted like salt and sweetness, her skin warm against your tongue as you instinctively laved at the stiff peak.

Sana: "Ahh~! Yes… suck them…"

Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as you swirled your tongue around her nipple, sucking gently before grazing it with your teeth.

Sana: "F-fuck! Harder!"

You obeyed, sucking hard, your tongue flicking rapidly as her back arched, her tits pressing harder against your face.

Sana: "Ahn~! Y/N—!"

Her thighs clenched around yours, her hips grinding desperately as you switched to her other nipple, biting down just enough to make her scream.

Sana: "NGH~! YES!"

Her hands were everywhere—tugging your hair, clawing at your shoulders, her breath coming in ragged pants as you devoured her.

Y/N: "Sana… your tits… fuck…"

You pulled back just enough to watch her nipples glisten with spit, swollen and red from your mouth, before diving back in, sucking hard before pushing her down as your hands kneaded her tits around your cock.

Sana: "I-I’m close—!"

Her voice was a broken whine, the friction of your cock grinding her tits triggered an orgasm for herself, her thighs shaking as she fucked her tits faster, her nails digging into your skin.

Y/N: "Cum for me, Sana…"

That was all it took. Her back arched, her tits clamping down around your cock as she sobbed, her orgasm crashing through her.

Sana: "AHH~! FUCK!"

Her thighs trembled, her pussy dripping as she rode out her high, her tits still milking your cock as you groaned, your own release building fast.

Y/N: "Sana—I’m gonna—"

She didn’t let you finish. Her hands cupped her tits, squeezing them tight around your cock as she leaned down, her lips brushing yours.

Sana: "Cum all over them…"

You exploded. Hot ropes of cum shot between her tits, painting her skin white as she moaned, rubbing her slick nipples through the mess.

Sana: "Mmm…so good…"

She dragged a finger through the cum, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean with a smirk.

---

Sana’s fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you down, her thighs parting with a sinful wet shlick of soaked fabric. The scent of her arousal hit you like a drug—musky, sweet, addicting.

Sana: "Mmm… you want to taste me, don’t you?"

Her voice was a breathy taunt, hips rolling just enough to grind her damp panties against your lips.

Y/N: "Sana—"

She cut you off with a sharp tug, her nails scraping your scalp as she leaned back, spreading herself wider.

Sana: "No more talking. Lick."

Your tongue dragged slow and flat up her clothed slit, and Sana jolted, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat.

Sana: "Ahh~! F-fuck—!"

The fabric was drenched, her heat seeping through as you lapped at her, teasing the outline of her pussy through the thin barrier.

Sana: "T-tease…"

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, peeling them down just enough to expose her bare cunt—glossy, swollen, begging for your mouth.

Sana: "Better?"

Her smirk was wicked, but her thighs trembled as you exhaled hotly against her, watching her clit throb under your breath. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue speared into her in one long, filthy lick, from her dripping entrance all the way up to her clit.

Sana: "HAHH~! YES!"

Her back arched, hands fisting the couch cushions as you dove in, lips sealing around her clit to suck hard.

Y/N: "Mmhn… fuck, you taste good…"

Her hips jerked, but you pinned her down, tongue circling her clit in tight, rapid flicks before plunging back into her pussy, fucking her with your tongue.

Sana: "NGH~! D-don’t stop—don’t stop—!"

Her thighs clamped around your head, her cunt pulsing as you ate her like a man starved, slurping up every drop of her slick. You added two fingers, curling them just right inside her as your tongue lashed her clit.

Sana: "OH FUCK—!"

Her scream was raw, her body bowing off the couch as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy squeezing your fingers like a vice. She sobbed, her thighs shaking as you drank her in, not letting up until she was whimpering, oversensitive and dripping. She pulled back just enough to smirk at you, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she guided your hands to her waist.

Sana: "Look at me, Y/N."

Her voice was a sultry whisper as she turned, pressing her back against your chest, her ass grinding against your already-hard cock.

Sana: "See how much I want you?"

Her fingers traced the edge of the mirror in front of you, her reflection staring back—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes begging for more. Sana’s hands slid down her own body, fingers hooking into the waistband of her stupidly drenched panties she had no reason for wearing again after you eating her out before slowly peeling them down. The fabric clung to her slick folds for a second before finally dropping to the floor.

Sana: "Mmhn~... You like what you see?"

She arched her back, pressing her ass against your cock, her wetness already smearing against your thigh.

Y/N: "Sana… we really shouldn’t—"

She cut you off with a roll of her hips, her ass grinding against your length as she looked at you through the mirror.

Sana: "Momo knows."

Her words sent a jolt through you, but before you could question her, she reached back, gripping your cock and guiding it between her thighs.

You groaned as the head of your cock pressed against her soaked entrance, her tight heat begging for you.

Y/N: "Fuck… you’re so tight…"

Sana bit her lip, her eyes locked onto yours in the mirror as you pushed in slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

Sana: "Ahh~! Yes… just like that…"

Her back arched, her hands bracing against the mirror as you bottomed out, her walls clenching around you. She smirked, rolling her hips to take you deeper.

Sana: "You feel so good inside me…" You gripped her hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

Sana: "AHH~! Fuck! Harder!" Her tits bounced with every thrust, her ass jiggling as you pounded into her, the mirror fogging up from her panting breaths.

Y/N: "You like that? Like being used like this?" She moaned, her nails scratching at the mirror as you fucked her relentlessly, her pussy dripping around your cock.

Sana: "Y-Yes~! More!" You leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder as you pistoned into her, her tight walls milking you with every stroke. Sana’s legs shook, her moans turning into screams as her orgasm crashed over her.

Sana: "I’m—AHH~! CUMMING!"

Her pussy clenched around you, pulling you deeper as you lost control, your own release exploding inside her.

Y/N: "Fuck—Sana!"

She collapsed against the mirror, her breath ragged as you both came down from the high. She turned her head, catching your lips in a lazy kiss before whispering—

Sana: "Mmhn~... Told you it will be good."

---

Sana’s fingers trailed down your abs, slick with sweat from your earlier coupling, before wrapping around your already-hardened cock again. She smirked up at you through her lashes, her lips swollen from your kisses, glistening with a mix of spit and her own arousal. "Mmm… already hard again for me?" she purred, giving your shaft a slow, deliberate stroke that made your hips jerk. "Good. Because I’m far from done with you." She leaned forward, hovering just inches from your tip, her hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "This time," she murmured, pressing a teasing kiss to your weeping slit, "I’m going to make you ruin my fucking throat."

Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the bead of pre-cum pooling at your tip before swirling around the head with agonizing slowness. "F-fuck, Sana—" you groaned, fingers twisting into the sheets. She giggled, the sound vibrating against your cock as she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off with a filthy pop. "Mmhn~... so sweet," she hummed, licking her lips. "But I know it gets even better when you cum." Her hand pumped your shaft lazily as she continued to kitten-lick at your head, her dark eyes locked onto yours—watching, waiting for you to break.

Without warning, she surged forward, swallowing half your length in one smooth glide. "Hhngh—! Sana—!!" Your back arched off the bed, the sudden heat of her throat stealing your breath. She didn’t stop. Her nose pressed into your pelvis as she took you deeper, deeper, until your cock was buried to the hilt down her throat. "Mpphf~!" Her eyes watered prettily, but she held still, letting you feel the clench of her throat around you before pulling back—only to plunge down again.

"Holy—shit—!" Your hands flew to her hair, fisting the dark strands as she set a brutal pace, bobbing up and down your shaft with wet, sloppy noises. Drool dripped from her stretched lips, coating your balls as she forced herself to take you deeper with every thrust. "Nggh—ahh~!" Her moans vibrated around you, her free hand slipping between her own thighs to rub frantic circles against her clit. She was enjoying this. Fuck.

Only god knows how you felt more primal, was it alcohol or not, you weren't sure but You tugged her hair, forcing her to look up at you. "You like choking on my cock that much?" you growled. Her eyes darkened, her rhythm stuttering for just a second before she nodded, whimpering around your length. "Then take it," you hissed, thrusting up into her mouth. "MPPHF~! AH—!" She gagged, tears spilling down her cheeks as you fucked her throat rough, her nose smeared with spit and her lips stretched obscenely wide. "That’s it—swallow me," you groaned, your balls tightening as your release coiled hot in your gut. She moaned in response, her throat massaging you greedily as if she couldn’t wait to taste you.

"Sana—I’m gonna—fuck—!" She didn’t pull away. Her nails dug into your thighs as you exploded down her throat, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her greedy mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around you as she milked you dry with tight, rhythmic sucks. "Ahh~… fuck…" you panted, collapsing back against the pillows as she finally pulled off, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. "Mmm… delicious," she purred, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply—letting you taste yourself on her tongue..

Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest as she pulled back from your cock, her lips still glistening with spit and cum. She smirked at your dazed expression before rolling off the bed with a playful sway of her hips. "Stay right there, baby~" She rummaged through her nightstand drawer, her perky ass on full display as she bent over, humming to herself. "Ah! Found it~" She held up a half-empty bottle of her favorite strawberry lube, shaking it teasingly before crawling back toward you, her eyes dark with hunger. "Now… let’s make you last longer this time." Her fingers dripped with the slick liquid as she wrapped them around your cock, stroking slowly, her thumb swirling over the tip. "F-fuck, Noona—" you groaned, hips bucking into her hand. She giggled, leaning down to lick a stripe up your shaft. "Mmhn~... Tastes even better now."

The moment Sana’s knees hit the mattress, you knew she wasn’t playing anymore. Her back arched, ass raised high in the air as she crawled onto the bed, her dripping cunt and tight, untouched asshole on full display. She glanced over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes burning with hunger as she reached back to spread herself wider. “You’ve fucked my mouth. You’ve fucked my pussy.” Her voice was a sultry command, fingers tracing her own swollen folds before circling her asshole with a slow, teasing press. “Now ruin me here.” You grabbed the strawberry lube from the nightstand, coating your fingers thickly before pressing against her tight, fluttering rim. “Breathe,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles as her body resisted at first. “Ahh~! Ngh—fuck—!” Sana shuddered, her nails clawing at the sheets as your fingertip breached her, sinking in to the first knuckle. You worked her slowly, adding a second finger, then a third, curling and scissoring until her asshole was loose and slick around you, her moans growing louder with each stretch. “Y-You’re mean,” she whined, but her hips pushed back, begging for more. Your cock throbbed, heavy and aching, as you pulled your fingers free—her asshole gaped slightly, twitching around nothing before clenching tight again

You pushed in slowly, your thick crown stretching her open with a sinful pop. “AHHH~!” Sana’s back arched, her walls fluttering violently around you as you bottomed out, her ass swallowing every inch. “F-fuck—so tight,” you groaned, hips flush against her ass, giving her a moment to adjust. But Sana was impatient. “Move,” she panted, pushing back against you. “I’m not—hnngh—made of glass!” You obeyed. Your hips snapped forward, fucking into her with deep, brutal strokes, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “YES! Like—ahh—like that!” Her pussy dripped onto the sheets, her clit throbbing untouched as you pounded her ass, the angle driving you impossibly deeper. Her thighs shook, her moans turning desperate. “I-I’m gonna—ahh~!” You reached under her, fingers finding her clit—rubbing hard. “AHH~! NGH~! TOO MUCH—!” She screamed, her ass milking you as her pussy gushed, soaking the bed beneath her in a flood of slick arousal. You didn’t stop. Your thrusts turned feral, chasing your own release as her walls fluttered around you. When you finally came, it was with a growl, your cum filling her to the brim. You pulled out slowly, watching her hole wink around nothing, stretched and used. Sana collapsed, panting, her body twitching from oversensitivity. “Mmm…” She smirked weakly. “Told you… I could take it.”

---

The room was still thick with the scent of sex—strawberry lube, sweat, and the intoxicating musk of Sana’s arousal hanging heavy in the air. You had just finished cleaning her up, your touch gentle as you wiped away the evidence of your earlier ravaging, when she suddenly grabbed your wrist, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Mmhn~... you’re not done yet, are you, Y/N-ah?” Her voice was a sultry purr, her lips curling into that wicked smirk you knew meant trouble. Before you could respond, she guided your hand between her thighs, pressing your fingers against her dripping pussy. “Feel that?” she whispered, grinding against your touch. “Noona’s still so wet for you…” Your cock twitched at the sensation, the alcohol in your veins making your resistance weaker, your willpower softer. “Sana noona…” you murmured, but she cut you off with a sharp nip to your earlobe. “I want you to ruin me again.”. Her command was velvet-wrapped steel—soft but unyielding.

Sana rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, her glistening pussy and used asshole on full display. She hooked her knees over your shoulders, pulling you closer until your cock brushed against her swollen folds. “Both,” she demanded, her fingers trailing down to circle her ass. “Noona wants your cock here…” She pressed a fingertip against her tight rim. “And your fingers here.” She dragged her touch up to her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. You swallowed hard, your head still fuzzy from the alcohol, your body aching to obey. “Noona, you’re sure?” you asked, voice rough. She arched a brow, her smirk turning dangerous. “Do I sound unsure?” You coated your cock and fingers with more of that damn strawberry lube, the sweet scent mixing with the salt of her skin as you pressed against her ass first, slowly pushing inside.Sana gasped, her back arching off the bed as you stretched her open again, her walls clenching around you. “Ahh~! F-fuck… yes…” Once you were fully sheathed, you didn’t move—not yet. Instead, you dragged your left hand down to her pussy, sliding two fingers inside with ease, her slick heat swallowing you whole. “Hahh~!” Her thighs trembled, her nails digging into the sheets. “More—!” You curled your fingers, rubbing that sweet spot inside her as your cock pulsed in her ass, the dual sensation making her squirm.

Sana’s moans were filthy, her hips rocking between your thrusts, when suddenly—she grabbed your right hand, sucking your fingers into her mouth with a hungry whimper. “Mmmf~!” Her tongue swirled around your digits, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored her own taste.You groaned, watching her lips stretch around your fingers, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she was starving for it. “Fuck, noona…” She pulled off with a pop, her smirk drenched in sin. “Now move.” You obeyed. Your hips snapped forward, your cock pounding into her ass as your fingers fucked her pussy in tandem, the squelch of her arousal filling the room. Sana screamed, her back bowing off the bed, her thighs clamping around your wrist as her pussy gushed around your fingers. “AHH~! I-I’m—cumming—!” You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Her ass milked your cock, her pussy dripping onto the sheets as you pushed her past her limit, her body convulsing beneath you. When you finally came, it was with a low airy groan, your cum filling her ass as she whimpered, oversensitive and twitching..

Sana collapsed, boneless and breathless, her body glowing with sweat. You pulled out slowly, watching her holes wink around nothing, stretched and used just how she’d wanted. She blinked up at you, her smirk soft now, sated. “Mmhn~... good boy,” she murmured, dragging you down for a lazy, cum-flavored kiss.

---

The room smelled of sweat, faint traces of perfume, and something far more sinful. Sana lay on top of you, her body warm, her breath slow and steady against your chest. Her fingers lazily traced circles over your skin, a silent claim, a lingering touch that sent a shiver through you despite the heat between the sheets. Before you could respond, she guided your hand to her face, nuzzling into it.

“Feel that?” she whispered, grinding against your body, “Noona’s sated because of you…”

Your throat felt dry. The reality of what had just happened was beginning to settle in, creeping into the edges of your consciousness like a slow-building storm. You should have pushed her away. You should have resisted. You should have— Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest, a quiet hum of contentment escaping her lips as she shifted, her bare skin pressed fully against yours.

"Mmm... you were so good to me, Y/N. Did you like it?" Her words, her tone—it was almost cruel in how natural it sounded, as if what just happened wasn’t a betrayal. As if this was always meant to be. Your stomach twisted. Dread. A sickening wave of it crashed over you, but it was tangled with something else. Something dangerous. Relief. Anticipation. Your fingers curled against the sheets, mind spinning, struggling to grasp what this meant—what this would mean.

Sana, ever perceptive, let out a soft chuckle, sensing your turmoil.

“You’re thinking too much again, Y/N…” she murmured, her lips brushing over your collarbone, “Just stay here. Stay with me.” And for the first time, you weren’t sure if she was talking about the moment— Or something far more permanent.

---

Two Days Later – The Weight of Betrayal

The studio was dimly lit, the only sounds filling the space being the rhythmic beat of the speakers and the sharp echo of your breath. Sweat dripped from your brow as you pushed your body through the motions, muscles burning with exhaustion. But no matter how hard you moved, how many times you repeated the choreo, you couldn’t escape it. Momo’s gaze burned into you. She was relentless today. More so than usual.

Momo: "Again."

You barely had a second to catch your breath before the track restarted. You gritted your teeth, planting your feet firmly before diving into the routine again. Every step, every movement, drilled into your body from hours of practice. But today, it all felt off. Maybe it was because your limbs were heavier. Or maybe it was the weight of your conscience dragging you down.

Momo: "You’re off-beat."

Her voice cut through the haze in your mind, sharp and direct, but there was something else in it too. Something observant. She noticed. Of course, she did. Momo wasn’t just one of the best dancers you knew—she could read you better than anyone.

Momo: "Again."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, forcing yourself back into the movement. It was easier to focus on the burn in your legs than the twisting guilt in your stomach. Easier to pretend that everything was fine. That you hadn’t shattered something irreparable. That you hadn’t betrayed her.The next time the music stopped, you were gasping for air, bent over with your hands on your knees. Momo stood a few feet away, watching you, arms crossed. She was barely out of breath, while you felt like your body was about to collapse.

Momo: "What’s with you today?"

Her voice was calmer now, less commanding, but no less piercing. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, forcing out a chuckle.

Y/N: "Just… tired."

She didn’t buy it. Momo stepped closer, her eyes scanning you like she was searching for an answer you weren’t giving her.

Momo: "Bullshit."

Your stomach tightened. She wasn’t wrong.

Momo: "You’re off today. Your rhythm, your energy—your focus."

She reached out, fingers gripping your wrist lightly.

Momo: "Is something wrong?"

Yes. Everything was wrong. You had slept with Sana. Her sister-like member. You had crossed a line you could never uncross, and the worst part? You still didn’t know why you let it happen.

Momo: "Y/N."

Her voice was softer now, gentle even, but it only made the weight in your chest grow heavier.

Y/N: "I…"

Your throat closed up. The words wouldn’t come out. Momo squeezed your wrist slightly, urging you to continue. But how the hell were you supposed to tell her? How were you supposed to look into her eyes—the same eyes that trusted you, that loved you—and say the words that would break her? You clenched your jaw, looking away.

Y/N: "It’s nothing, really. Just been overworked lately."

Lying felt disgusting. But telling the truth? That would destroy her. Momo studied you for a long moment before sighing, letting go of your wrist.

Momo: "Fine. If you don’t wanna tell me, I won’t force you."

She took a step back, giving you space, but her gaze lingered.

Momo: "But don’t think I don’t notice, Y/N. Something’s different."

A chill ran down your spine. She knew. Not the truth. Not yet. But she felt it. Something had changed. And no matter how much you wanted to deny it— So did you.

You exhaled slowly, rolling your shoulders as if that could somehow shake off the tension coiling inside you. Momo had stepped back, but she was still watching, her sharp gaze dissecting you in ways that made your skin prickle.

But you didn’t notice her lips twitching upward. That subtle, knowing smile. It wasn’t amusement. Nor was it mockery. It was patience. She could see it—how you were struggling to hold something back. How you wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. And that’s what made her wait. Momo was never the type to push when it truly mattered. She knew you well enough to understand that sooner or later, you would break. And when you did? She would be right there, waiting to hear everything.

The moment you opened your mouth, drawing in a deep breath to finally let the words spill out, the door creaked open. Your stomach dropped. Sana walked in like she owned the room, confidence wrapped around her like a second skin. That knowing smile played on her lips, the same one she had two nights ago—when she had you under her, tangled in sheets and sin.

Momo turned her head slightly, eyes flickering toward Sana before returning to you. She had caught it. The way your body stiffened, the barely-there twitch in your fingers, the split-second of hesitation that wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else—but to Momo? It meant everything. Sana hummed lightly, strolling closer, her gaze lingering on you.

Sana: "Hard at work, I see," she mused, voice carrying a teasing lilt.

You clenched your jaw. This wasn’t the time. This wasn’t the place. But Sana? She was playing a game. And Momo, without a doubt, was starting to catch on. The air in the practice room turned thick—not with exhaustion from dance, but with the weight of something unspoken. Momo and Sana exchanged a glance. And then… they smiled. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t awkward. It was as if they were in on something. You swallowed, shifting slightly under their gazes. Before you could speak, Momo tilted her head, her expression teasing yet unreadable.

Momo: "Had fun with Sana, Y/N-ah~?"

Your heart dropped. It wasn’t an accusation. It wasn’t anger. It was something else entirely. Silence stretched between you for a moment, your thoughts racing at a dizzying speed. Sana, still standing close, hummed lightly as if entertained by the tension crackling in the air. Your throat felt dry. This was it. You looked Momo in the eyes and forced yourself to speak.

Y/N: "It… happened. I won’t lie to you, Momo. I messed up."

Your hands curled into fists at your sides.

Y/N: "I should’ve stopped. I should’ve—"

Words failed you. You let out a slow breath, shoulders drooping as the weight of it all settled in.

Y/N: "I’m sorry. To both of you."

You turned to Sana briefly before shifting your gaze back to Momo.

Y/N: "I don’t deserve either of your hearts if I can’t handle myself properly. If I can’t even—"

Momo cut you off with a soft chuckle.

Momo: "I knew."

Your stomach twisted. You blinked, brows furrowing as her words settled in.

Y/N: "What?"

She exhaled, her expression soft yet unreadable.

Momo: "I knew long before it even happened."

Shock froze you in place. Sana, standing beside you, simply smiled—like this was the most natural thing in the world. What the hell was going on here?

Your world tilted. The walls of the practice room felt like they were closing in, every breath you took feeling heavier than the last. Momo’s words lingered in the air like a slow-burning fuse.

Momo: “I knew long before it even happened.”

Your voice barely scraped past your throat.

Y/N: “How… how so?”

Momo and Sana exchanged a look. It was brief, but in that second, something unspoken passed between them—like a secret they had long since accepted. Momo sighed, stretching her arms before resting them on her hips.

Momo: “You really don’t notice things, do you?”

The way she said it—like she was fondly exasperated—only made your nerves coil tighter. She took a step closer.

Momo: “Let me take you back.”

Flashback — 3 Days After Sana’s Confession in the Production Room

Momo hadn’t planned to confront Sana. But something about her behavior had been… off. She was still her usual bright, affectionate self, but there were moments—fleeting, yet telling—where her expression dropped, where her eyes lingered on nothing like she was drowning in her own thoughts. Momo noticed. And it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

One night, as the two of them sat in their shared hotel room after a schedule, Momo finally said it.

Momo: “You love him too, don’t you?”

Sana’s entire body stiffened. She was caught. Momo could see it in the way her fingers curled against the fabric of the blanket, in the way her lips parted just slightly, as if struggling to find a response. Sana swallowed.

Sana: “...Why are you asking me that?”

Her voice was tight, barely above a whisper. Momo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she watched Sana, her gaze patient but unwavering. The room was silent. And then— Sana broke. Her hands balled into fists as she exhaled sharply, her head tilting back as if trying to hold something in.

Sana: “I can’t help it, Momo.”

Her voice cracked.

Sana: “I’ve tried—believe me, I’ve tried—but the way he looks at you…”

She let out a hollow laugh.

Sana: “The way he speaks about you, the way he’s so devoted to you… it just makes me want to be selfish.”

Her eyes, when they met Momo’s again, were stormy with emotion.

Sana: “I can’t handle it.”

Momo took in the sight of her friend—her sister—and for the first time in a long while, she felt a pang of guilt. Because she understood. She saw it—the way Sana’s eyes softened whenever you were around, the way her touches lingered just a second too long, the way her smiles seemed bittersweet whenever you gave all your attention to Momo. Sana had been suffering alone. And it wasn’t fair. So Momo, without even thinking, blurted out the one thing that changed everything.

Momo: “Then let’s share him.”

Sana froze.

Her eyes snapped to Momo’s face, wide and disbelieving.

Sana: “What?”

Momo swallowed. It was crazy. Outrageous. But at the same time… it made sense.

Momo: “We’re more than just members, right?”

She tilted her head, lips pressing together.

Momo: “We’re sisters.”

Sana’s breath hitched. Momo pressed on

Momo: “And we both love him.”

She exhaled slowly, choosing her next words carefully.

Momo: “Sana, I don’t want to let him go. But I also don’t want to see you like this. And I know you—you don’t want to let him go either.”

Sana didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. Momo took that as a sign to continue.

Momo: “It’s not exactly normal… but if it’s us, I think we can make it work.”

Silence. Sana stared at her. Her expression was unreadable—shock, disbelief, hesitation… and something else. Something dangerous. Sana licked her lips.

Sana: “You’d really be fine with that?”

There was doubt in her voice. A test. Momo’s stomach churned, but she held her ground. It was a little icky, sure. The idea of sharing the person she loved. But the thought of letting you go? That was far worse. So, Momo nodded.

Momo: “Yeah. I would.”

Sana’s breath shuddered. And then… she smiled. A slow, sultry curve of her lips, as if she had just won the most dangerous game. She exhaled softly, gaze lidded.

Sana: “Alright, then.”

She tilted her head, her smile deepening.

Sana: “Let’s share him.”

Back to Present — Practice Room

Your mind felt like static. You stared at them, eyes wide, unable to process what you had just heard.

Y/N: “You… you two…”

Your voice faltered. They had planned this. Before it even happened. Sana was watching you with amusement, like she had been waiting for this exact reaction. You took a step back, your head still reeling. Momo simply smiled, her eyes holding a certain warmth.

Y/N: “You were fine with it? Just like that?”

Momo’s expression softened.

Momo: “Y/N, it’s not like it was an easy decision.”

She stepped forward, reaching out.

Momo: “But I know what I feel. And so does Sana.”

Sana hummed, taking a step to your other side.

Sana: “We both love you, Y/N.”

She tilted her head.

Sana: “And now you don’t have to choose.”

Your stomach flipped. The weight of everything settled hard on your shoulders. This was real. This was happening. And you had no idea what to do next.

The weight of everything was suffocating.

It pressed down on your chest like a stone, heavy and unrelenting.

Your legs felt weak, your balance uncertain, and before you could stop yourself, you sank down onto the cool wooden floor of the practice room.

You never cried openly—not in front of them, not in front of anyone.

But this time, it felt impossible to hold it all in.

You didn’t sob.

There was no dramatic outburst.

But your hands curled into fists against your knees, your head hung low, and before you knew it, warm tears began slipping down your face, dropping silently onto your lap.

The room was dead silent.

The only sound was your own ragged breathing, uneven and heavy, as if your chest couldn’t decide whether to collapse or expand.

A gentle rustle of fabric.

Then a soft, familiar warmth settled beside you.

Sana.

She didn’t hesitate.

Without a word, she reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm before sliding down to grip your hand.

A light squeeze—firm, grounding, yet hesitant.

Like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to comfort you.

She spoke, her voice low and careful, yet laced with guilt.

Sana: “Y/N… it wasn’t your fault.”

You stiffened.

Your hands curled tighter against your knees.

Y/N: “It was.”

Your voice was hoarse, almost broken.

You lifted your head slightly, blinking at nothing in particular, your vision blurred from unshed tears.

Y/N: “Even if you two had this… this deal, I didn’t know about it.”

A sharp breath escaped your lips.

Y/N: “That means, to me, it was still cheating.”

Another heavy silence.

Then—

Sana: “You were drunk, Y/N.”

Your jaw clenched.

Sana shifted closer, her presence gentle yet insistent.

Sana: “That night… I took advantage of that.”

Her voice wavered slightly.

Sana: “I knew you were vulnerable, and I still—”

She exhaled sharply, squeezing your hand again.

Sana: “I used my words. I used myself. I played dirty because I didn’t know what else to do.”

She swallowed hard.

Sana: “I wanted you so badly, and I knew that if I didn’t act… I might never get the chance again.”

Her fingers trembled against yours.

Sana: “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You finally turned your head to look at her.

Her eyes—shining with regret, but unwavering—met yours.

She meant it.

But that didn’t change the ache in your chest.

Your voice was quieter this time.

Y/N: “Momo trusted me.”

You glanced at Momo, who was still standing in front of you.

She wasn’t crying.

She wasn’t even frowning.

If anything… she looked oddly calm.

Like she had already processed all of this long before you even had the chance to.

That only made it worse.

Momo crouched down, resting her forearms on her knees.

Momo: “Y/N.”

Her tone was softer now, carrying none of the teasing from before.

Momo: “I knew.”

Her lips curled into something gentle, but firm.

Momo: “I knew it would happen.”

You opened your mouth, but Momo shook her head before you could say anything.

Momo: “Not just because we made that deal.”

She exhaled, tilting her head slightly.

Momo: “I knew because I know you.”

Her eyes flickered over you—taking in your disheveled state, the guilt written all over your face—before locking onto yours again.

Momo: “And I know Sana.”

She let out a quiet chuckle, though it held no real amusement.

Momo: “She was never going to give up on you, Y/N. And you—”

Her expression softened even more.

Momo: “You were never going to push her away.”

The truth in her words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Because she was right.

No matter how much you wanted to convince yourself otherwise…

You never stood a chance against Sana’s persistence.

Sana squeezed your hand again, her warmth pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts.

Sana: “I’m sorry for how I did it.”

She hesitated, biting her lip.

Sana: “But I’m not sorry for wanting you.”

Her honesty was blunt, raw in a way that sent another wave of conflict crashing over you.

Momo finally sat down beside you, placing her hand on your other knee.

Momo: “Y/N, listen to me.”

Her fingers tightened slightly, as if to ground you.

Momo: “What happened that night doesn’t make you undeserving of us.”

Your breath hitched.

Momo: “You were caught in the middle of something we had already decided on.”

She smiled faintly, squeezing your knee.

Momo: “You didn’t betray me.”

Your throat felt tight again.

Y/N: “...But I still hurt you.”

Momo tilted her head, considering you for a long moment.

Then, she shrugged.

Momo: “Maybe a little.”

Her honesty stung.

But then she smiled—genuine, warm.

Momo: “But not in the way you think.”

Her hand slid up to cup your cheek.

Momo: “I love you, Y/N.”

Her voice was unwavering.

Momo: “And I knew loving you meant I’d have to accept that someone else would, too.”

She nudged your forehead with hers.

Momo: “You’re too easy to love, you know that?”

A shaky breath left your lips.

Sana chuckled beside you, resting her head against your shoulder.

Sana: “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

You exhaled slowly, your mind still racing, still struggling to fully accept what they were saying.

But as Momo’s fingers stroked your cheek and Sana’s warmth pressed against your side…

A small part of you started to believe them.

Just a little.

Just enough.

For now.

A deep sigh left your lips, the weight on your chest loosening just a bit.

Not entirely, but enough.

Enough to breathe again.

Enough to accept that, no matter how much you agonized over it, Momo and Sana had already decided this long before you even knew.

Momo must have noticed the way your shoulders relaxed because her eyes narrowed playfully.

Momo: “So, is that a surrender?”

Her voice was laced with amusement, but you could hear the underlying warmth beneath it.

You gave her a tired look before muttering—

Y/N: “I guess…?”

A scoff.

Then, a mischievous giggle from your side.

Sana: “Ooooh~ look at that, Momo. He’s already breaking.”

Her smug tone sent a shiver down your spine before you even turned to see her expression.

When you did, you immediately regretted it.

Sana’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, her chin resting against your shoulder as she gazed up at Momo triumphantly.

Sana: “I told you he’d start swaying towards me.”

Her fingers traced lazy circles along your forearm, the touch light yet undeniably possessive.

Momo huffed, crossing her arms as she shot you an exaggerated mock glare.

Momo: “Unbelievable.”

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head dramatically.

Momo: “I leave you alone for one night, and suddenly you’re wobbly in our commitment?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples.

Y/N: “That’s not—”

Sana: “It sooo is.”

Sana grinned, cutting you off immediately, her amusement only growing as she poked your cheek.

Sana: “Face it, Y/N. You love me too~.”

Your jaw tensed at her words, your mind screaming at you to deny it, to fight back—to say that this wasn’t just some game.

But when you opened your mouth—

Nothing came out.

Because no matter how much you wanted to push back, no matter how much you wanted to argue that this was all too fast, too much—

Deep down, you knew.

You weren’t fighting because it wasn’t true.

You were fighting because it was.

Sana saw it instantly.

Her smirk widened, her grip on your arm tightening slightly.

Sana: “See that, Momo? He can’t even deny it.”

Momo sighed, resting her chin in her palm.

Momo: “Tsk. You’re annoying when you’re right.”

Sana beamed, clearly thriving on the validation.

Sana: “Say it again, but slower~.”

Momo rolled her eyes, flicking Sana’s forehead.

Momo: “Don’t push it.”

You exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Y/N: “Are you two seriously going to turn this into some kind of competition?”

Momo blinked.

Then, she shrugged.

Momo: “I mean… kinda?”

Sana laughed, fully wrapping herself around your arm now.

Sana: “Oh, definitely.”

Your stomach dropped.

Y/N: “Oh god.”

Sana’s voice lowered, her tone teasing as she leaned closer.

Sana: “You should be excited, Y/N. It just means you’ll get twice the love from us~.”

You shot Momo a pleading look.

Y/N: “You’re going to let her say stuff like that?”

Momo gave you a sweet, innocent smile.

Momo: “Why not? It’s true.”

You groaned, letting your head fall back against the wall.

You were so screwed.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sana’s soft laughter filled the practice room.

The air felt thicker, almost stifling, as the two women exchanged a look—one that sent alarm bells ringing in your head.

Then, Momo moved.

Slow. Deliberate.

Your breath caught in your throat as she dropped to all fours, her movements almost predatory as she crawled forward across the wooden floor.

She wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

Your heart pounded wildly against your ribs, your back pressed firmly against the cool mirror behind you.

Sana, still beside you, leaned in closer, her lips brushing just near your ear.

Sana: “Now that everything’s settled…”

A pause.

A deliberate, agonizing pause.

Then, in a voice dripping with pure mischief—

Sana: “Why don’t we make this official?”

Your stomach dropped.

Your throat felt dry.

Before you could even process what she meant, Momo finally reached you—her hands bracing on either side of your legs, her dark eyes locked onto yours with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Momo: “A proper start.”

Your lips parted slightly, trying to form words, but the only thing that came out was—

Y/N: “H-huh?”

Sana giggled, leaning her weight against you while tilting her head.

Sana: “Come on, Y/N. You know what we mean~.”

Your entire face burned at the implication.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Your eyes darted between them, looking for some kind of sign that they were just messing with you.

That this was just another one of their playful teasing sessions.

But nothing about their expressions screamed ‘just joking.’

Momo’s lips curled slightly.

Momo: “He’s blushing.”

Sana beamed, clearly pleased with herself.

Sana: “Awww, that’s adorable~.”

You immediately turned your head away, groaning as you covered your face with your hand.

Y/N: “You two are insane.”

Sana huffed, poking at your arm.

Sana: “Excuse you, it’s a great idea.”

Momo nodded, arms now resting on your knees as she gazed up at you.

Momo: “It only makes sense, doesn’t it?”

You turned back to look at her, expression filled with pure disbelief.

Y/N: “Sense???”

Sana laughed at your reaction, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.

Sana: “Well, yeah. You love me. You love Momo. We love you. Simple math.”

You let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: “That is not how math works.”

Momo shrugged.

Momo: “It’s our kind of math.”

Sana nodded sagely.

Sana: “Yep. TWICE math.”

You groaned again, slumping against the mirror.

These two were going to kill you.

The moment Momo's fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, you knew there was no escaping this.

"Momo—"

She silenced you with a look—dark, hungry—before yanking the fabric up and over your head in one smooth motion. The cool air of the practice room hit your bare skin, making your breath hitch.

Sana, ever the instigator, wasted no time. Her hands slid up your chest, nails scraping lightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear.

"Relax, baby~," she purred. "We're gonna take such good care of you."

Momo's hands were already working on your belt, her movements efficient, purposeful. The buckle clinked as it came undone, and then—

"Ah—!"

Her palm pressed firmly against your growing bulge through your pants, making your hips jerk involuntarily.

"So eager," Momo murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric.

Sana giggled, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled your head back, forcing you to meet her gaze.

"Look at you," she cooed. "Already falling apart for us."

Momo didn’t bother with teasing. Your pants and boxers were shoved down in one go, your cock springing free, already leaking at the tip.

"Fuck," Momo breathed, her eyes locked onto your length.

Sana didn’t hesitate either. She dropped to her knees beside Momo, her fingers wrapping around your shaft in tandem with Momo’s, their hands stroking you in unison.

"Mmm~... look how hard he is for us," Sana hummed, her thumb swiping over your slit, spreading the pre-cum.

Momo leaned in, her tongue flicking against your tip before swirling around the head.

"Hahh—!" Your back arched off the mirror, your hands fisting in their hair as they devoured you together.

Sana took the base, her lips sealing around your shaft as she sucked hard, while Momo focused on the tip, her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside.

"Ngh~! Fuck—!"

The wet, filthy sounds of their mouths working you over filled the room, their tongues colliding around your cock in a way that made your vision blur.

Just as you were teetering on the edge, Momo pulled back, her lips glistening with spit.

"Not yet," she ordered, her voice firm.

Sana pouted but obeyed, releasing you with a pop.

Momo stood, her fingers trailing up your chest as she pressed her body against yours, her breasts pressing into your bare skin.

"My turn," she whispered, before crashing her lips onto yours.

The kiss was dominant, claiming, her tongue plundering your mouth as her hands roamed your body.

Sana, never one to be left out, nipped at Momo’s shoulder, her fingers sneaking between Momo’s thighs.

"Mmhn~... greedy," Momo murmured against your lips, but she didn’t stop Sana’s exploring hands.

Momo pushed you down onto the practice room floor, her legs straddling your hips as she lowered herself onto your cock in one smooth motion.

"Ahh~!" Her head tilted back, her walls clenching around you as she took you deep.

Sana grinned, crawling behind Momo, her hands gripping Momo’s hips as she ground against her ass.

"You feel so good inside her," Sana whispered, her fingers digging into Momo’s skin as she watched you fuck her.

Momo rolled her hips, her pace steady, controlled, her eyes locked onto yours.

"Mine," she growled.

Sana laughed, her hands sliding up Momo’s body to cup her breasts, her thumbs flicking over her nipples.

"Ours," Sana corrected, before biting Momo’s neck.

Momo moaned, her rhythm stuttering as Sana teased her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.

You snapped, your hips pounding up into Momo as your hands dug into her waist, desperate for release.

"I—I can’t—!"

Momo’s nails scratched down your chest as she rode you harder, her orgasm cresting.

"Cum," she ordered.

And you obeyed.

Your release exploded inside her, your cock pulsing as she milked you dry, her own climax wracking through her body.

Sana grinned, pressing a kiss to Momo’s shoulder as she watched you both come undone.

"Official enough for you?" she teased.

You collapsed, boneless, your chest heaving.

These two were definitely going to kill you.

The moment Momo collapsed beside you, breathless and sated, Sana wasted no time. Her fingers trailed down your sweat-slicked chest, her dark eyes gleaming with unfinished mischief.

"Mmhn~... already tired?" she teased, her lips brushing your earlobe. "And here I thought we were just getting started."

Before you could respond, she climbed onto your lap, her bare thighs straddling your hips, her wetness smearing against your spent cock. You groaned, oversensitive and twitching, but Sana didn’t care.

"Sana— ahh— I can’t—"

She silenced you with a finger to your lips, her other hand trailing down to stroke your length back to life.

"Shhh~," she cooed. "Noona’s gonna make you feel so good again."

Momo, still catching her breath from her own climax, watched with hooded eyes as Sana worked you over, her fingers pumping your cock with lewd, slick sounds.

"F-fuck— Sana—!"

Her grip tightened, her thumb swirling over your tip, gathering the fresh pre-cum already beading there.

"Look at him, Momo," Sana purred, her voice dripping with sin. "He’s begging for me."

Momo moaned softly, her hand sliding between her own thighs as she watched Sana torture you.

"So pretty," Momo murmured, her fingers rubbing lazy circles over her clit.

Sana leaned down, her tongue flicking against your tip before taking you into her mouth in one smooth glide.

"Hahh~!" Your back arched, your hands fisting in her hair as she sucked you deep, her throat fluttering around your length.

Momo whimpered, her own fingers thrusting into her pussy as she watched Sana bob her head, her lips stretching obscenely around your girth.

"God— fuck— Sana—!"

She pulled off with a pop, her lips glossy with spit as she smirked up at you.

"Mmhn~... you taste even better when you’re desperate," she murmured, before swallowing you down again.

Momo’s breath hitched, her hips rolling against her hand as Sana sucked you raw, her noises filthy and wet.

"Ahh~! I-I’m gonna—!"

Sana dug her nails into your thighs, her pace relentless as she milked you with her throat.

"Cum," she ordered, her voice muffled around your cock.

And you obeyed. Despite it seem to be pathetic how willing you are to these Japanese duo of TWICE

Your release exploded down her throat, her lips sealed tight as she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

When she finally pulled off, her tongue darted out to catch the stray drop on her chin.

"Mmm~... delicious," she hummed, before collapsing onto your chest, sated and smug.

Momo laughed breathlessly, her own fingers still working between her thighs.

"Now that," Momo panted, "was hot."

Sana's fingers intertwined with yours, her warmth grounding you. On the other side, Momo rested her head against your shoulder, sighing contently. No words were needed, only the steady rhythm of their breaths, the quiet understanding that this—they—were real.

You exhaled slowly, the weight of fear and doubt easing away, "You two are unbelievable.."

Momo chuckled, squeezing your hand, "Ah-Ah, we are the older ones. But even we are unbelievable, we are yours.."

Sana smiled, tilting her head, "And your ours, no?"

An airy soft chuckle escaped your soft lips, heart racing, "Yeah yeah, noona, iam yours.." and just, like that peace settled in.

....then i asked, "Whose gonna explain the smell of sex in this practise room?" and Momo and Sana's head snapped together at each other and me. Either with fear or dread but mix of mischief?

Somethings don't change cutely..

[fatkish]

Heyy, if you dont mind. Could you do a dazawa oneshot in which he has a daughter and he found out she selfharms? Like, he finds her doing it. Practicly hurt/confort

Thanks, have a nice day

(Write it only if you feel comftable with it)

Aizawa x Daughter Reader

(Trigger Warning: the following contains mentions of self harm. If you’re sensitive to that please be advised)

Aizawa is a very busy man. And he’s also a very observant man as well as tired. As his daughter, you try to lighten his workload by helping and doing what you can. Every morning you make bento lunches as well as breakfast for the both of you. If you accidentally cut yourself then you just put a bandage on. Nothing too suspicious. You’re also in the hero course so it’s normal to be a little banged up. Aizawa knows that you’re a good cook but even the best sometimes make mistakes so he isn’t too worried.

You tend to cut yourself and hide them beneath bandages and other small items like watches and such. You had done really well at hiding them. You tried to not do it too often, but as your stress increased, so did your cutting. Eventually you were ‘clumsy’ too often but Aizawa chalked it up to you not getting enough sleep and told you to only make breakfast in the morning and stop making lunches since the school has lunches, so you could get more sleep. If that wasn’t enough then you guys could pick up breakfast.

But even so, the bandages being to stay longer, get bigger. Aizawa knew something wasn’t adding up but what was it? Late one night, Aizawa got home and knocked on your door, opening it only to see you with an Exacto knife at your wrist and multiple cuts. Aizawa’s eyes widened at the sight as the entire world stopped for a moment as he watched the blood drip from the cuts. Silentlyhe walked in and entered your bathroom, and came out with the first aid kit.

He opened it and sat down next to you. Taking the knife from you and without saying a word, he began to clean and treat the cuts before he bandages them. You were worried as he wasn’t saying anything but as you went to ask him something he spoke.

“Do you want to talk about why you’re doing this?”

“I-“

“It’s okay, you can tell me anything. If you need me to fix an issue then I’ll do that, if you just need to talk then I’ll just listen. If you’re uncomfortable with talking to me then we can find someone else for you to talk to. “

He spoke softly as he cleaned and rebandaged all the older cuts. Once he finished he set everything down and looked at you with teary eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m sorry that you’re going through this but just know that I’m here for you no matter what. You’re my little girl and you’ll always be my little girl. Now, let’s go have some ice cream and maybe watch a movie, or we can just talk if you’re up for that?”

As he stood up and held a hand out to you to help you up off your bedroom floor you looked at him as he turned to leave.

“Aren’t you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I’m sad, yes, but I’m not angry at you. I know that you’re going through something. I’m just upset that I didn’t realize this sooner. You know you can talk to me about anything. Even girl stuff like boys and periods. But I doubt you’d want to talk to your old man about that stuff.” He smiled softly at you as you gave a soft chuckle.

“Dad, you’re not old”

“I know, now c’mon, let’s go”

He motioned for you to follow him as you walked into the kitchen. He pulled a container of your favorite ice cream out of the freezer and scooped some into a bowl before handing the bowl to you. He then scoped a bit out for himself before putting the ice cream back and joining you on the couch in the living room. That night you ate ice cream and snuggled with your dad in his lap as he held you, your head resting on his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

You talked to him about how you were feeling and why. He nodded and stayed calm, listening carefully and reassuring you that he loves you. You ended up falling asleep on his lap. He then carried you back up to your room and laid you down in your bed before pulling the covers over you and kissing your forehead goodnight.

The next morning, you and him, removed all the sharp objects from your room and put them in a box so you wouldn’t have the temptation. Aizawa helped you cook breakfast that morning. (Meaning he mostly watched and drank his coffee as you cooked since he was so tired) you both then left for school.

[sirenejjk]

There is something that makes me deeply uncomfortable within the TWD shipping space, especially in regards to Rick and his endgame wife Michonne. Rick Grimes is the main character in the show, a great man, and my absolute favorite (next to Mich), so it makes sense for people to ship him with everyone at some point. There's nothing wrong with it. The problem are these microagressions against Michonne that I constantly see disguised as shipping. It's always 'Rick loves so and so more' 'Rick looks better with so and so' 'Rick and Michonne were so forced, I just don't see it' but they can never build a solid argument based on the writing and the plot, just a feeling, an ambiguous vibe, and it's usually used to prop him up with another white character(man or woman) . 'Michonne is too good for him' when they are equals in every single way, and love each other better because of it. Richonne didn't happen overnight, they were slowly hinted at for 3 whole seasons. It was a pretty much perfect slow burn. By season 5 Rick was trusting Michonne with his life and his kids by trusting her gut feeling about Alexandria. She was living with them in the same house when everyone else had their own places! What were people so blindsided about? Or is it that they dont think Rick as a white main character could not possibly find her desirable beyond a friendship? A woman that loved and understood him better than anyone could even before they got together. I don't know if any of this makes sense, I just wanted to get it off my chest.

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

hiiii !!! so i dont know if it was u who wrote an arthur x reader fic where reader wears their fathers glasses to read? im pretty sure it wasnt, but i thought of it as a good idea. so, what im asking is, would u be comfortable writing something with reader wearing glasses but instead of not seeing things near they don't see things far away. so they're going through life blurry and arthur notices because they keep bumping into things bc they have no sense of depth without their glasses. offers to make them an appointment for eye doctor and helps them choose the glasses and everything ? thought it would be cute (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

“sweetheart, 'm right here— no, 'm here—... y'alrigh'?”

“... i think so.”

that was probably the fourth time u have walked into something? no one else wasn't really sure why, but only because u didn't tell anyone. it was like a secret of urs that u have kept for a long while.

arthur was really the only man who knew u struggled with ur eyesight for as long as u can remember. shooting was a huge problem that u avoid as much as u could despite living in an outlaw gang, arthur would do best his best to help u, but it never went well. u couldn't even hit a bottle!

shooting was definitely not in ur skills. no matter the number of times that arthur willing helps u shoot a gun or help u aim better, nothing worked. u always still managed to shoot a tree or shoot at.. basically nothing, u always missed the three empty bottles he placed for u to gun at.

“mr morgan, i can't— i can't see that bottle, 's too far.”

“want me to bring it closer?”

of course he did. undeniably, he's always had a soft spot for you, but it's not like he'd admit anyone else in camp or you, especially. he treated u like a fragile girl, which u weren't too far from. having bad eyesight did make u feel more vulnerable and fragile, and arthur knew this. makes him just a little protective with you as he's often seen with his fingers intertwined with urs or his arm rests around ur waist. it gave yoy sense of safety and.. comfort.

sometimes the silly man might forget just how blind you really are:( he'd never mean to! he'd just be so so focused on something and he'd bring you with him and it just slips his mind simply!

“arthur, wait—!” you'd say as u try to catch up to his pace, ur hands slightly out just in case u fall. “oh, 'm sorry, sweetheart. 'm right 'ere.”

but now, he decided to help you, proper this time. the two of u are on his horse whike trotting away, your hands around his torso tightly incase you fall or anything like such. you had no idea where he was taking you though, his words being “'s a secret, but nothin' too big, y'know?” nonetheless, you were just glad that he out if camp, noticing how stressed he would be until his blue-green eyes would set on you:(

“... saint denis? what do you have planned, arthur?” you say with a small giggle, looking at him while he's looking straight onto the road in front of him. “jus' a nice day out. you 'n' me.” he replied. huh. a nice day out. just a day out. but days were him were never often that simple, usually ended with someone recognising from blackwater or another robbery, or you talking him out of beating a man for making you uncomfortable. you thanked him regardless, making sure you're safe and well.

then he hitches off his hourse, you follow suit...the doctor's office? what was he doing here? i mean, he's fine, right? you're fine too except your eyesight, of course. wait, was he—

“c'mon, darlin'. yer fine, i promise ya.” he says as he sticks his arm to you, waiting for you to hold his arm before walking into the building. he knew you were slightly anxious about it, but he was willing to help you in any way he could.

a man like him... blood on his hands, lives taken because of him, rough and callous from hard work, a man like him with all bite and bark like a violent dog. that man bring a sweet girl like you to the doctor's office to get you sorted out with a new pair of glasses. ♡

[in1-nutshell]

And this is sort of where it turns into X-men ‘97 fanfiction.  What if Swerves is playing Magnetos trail.  What if this is the most tense and uncomfortable fearless has ever been seen.  The general conclusion is that they were probably caught in the crossfires of one of Magnetos' attacks.  But let's take this idea a step further.  Shenanigans happen, maybe you’re local x-men villain starts to fuck with the lost light, maybe the crew is on earth during local less then natural disaster, either way LOOK WHOS WORKING TOGETHER NOW!  With Magneto now leading the X-men, things are gonna get interesting.  Fearless is immediately hostile to Magneto.  Which is fucking crazy to everyone, because even when Fearless and Megs were on less then friendly terms, their pranks were just that, pranks.  AND NO ONE KNOWS WHY.  its not like they dont like mutants, not only do they work on a spaceship full of aliens, they’re plenty friendly to the rest of the team.  Magneto is confused because they are close with megs but it's him they have a problem with?  Is it personal?  He starts trying to make a mental timeline to see who he's screwed over before in the past and try to figure it out.  The lost lights confused, and as far as they are concerned, secrets are for losers.  There is now the giant robot equivalent to a cork board with 10 different theories and evidence.  The X-Men are just enjoying their newest form of entertainment.

Y E S ! ! !

You have no idea how long I have been waiting to write for this new AU!? Thank you so much for the ideas!!!

Hope you enjoy!

AU: Magneto is Fearless's Dad

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries' and weapons, Mentions of X Men 97, Angst, Familial, Human reader

MTMTE/X MEN 97

Fearless didn’t think much was going to happen today.

It was a slow day after all.

Maybe Rodimus would get bored and try something to liven up the place.

They weren’t expecting Swerve to put on the Magneto trial in the bar.

Their eyes widen seeing the man on screen.

It had been many years since they had seen that man.

Apparently, space wasn’t far enough for them to go to escae this man.

Fearless looked down at the juice box in their hand.

They raise an eyebrow at the minibot.

Fearless: “Really Swerve? What happened to the other juices?”

Swerve: “Don’t blame me. That’s what was in the crate, besides don’t you like juice boxes?”

Fearless: “… Touche.”

The strike of the gavel reminds them of what was going on the screen.

Suddenly the juice box labels looks very interesting.

Whirl sits by them.

He notices them staring at the box.

Whirl: “Hey Fearless did your drink commit war crimes? Cause your looking at it like it did some war crimes.”

Fearless: “I’m fine Whirl.”

The voice…

He started talking.

It had been a long time since they heard him.

Not since…

SQUISH!

Fearless clenches the juice box too hard, spraying it everywhere, dripping on them and on the table.

Blood rushes to their ears from embarrassment and of something else they couldn’t pin point.

Whirl: “Umm… Aren’t you supposed to drink that?”

Fearless wordlessly gets up from their seat, cleans up most of the juice with some napkins before speed walking out of the bar.

Swerve and Whirl look at Fearless’s direction confused.

Swerve: “You know what that was about?”

Whirl: “Not a clue.”

Fearless sudden behavior caught the attention of many bots on the ship.

Even those who weren’t in the bar.

Fearless dodges questions left and right.

Theories are made by some of the bots who were in the bar when they first saw Fearless acting weird.

There is a general conclusion made by most bots that, while on Earth, Fearless came across Magneto at some point.

Clearly it hadn’t been a good interaction.

A couple days later Fearless is called to go back to Earth alone.

No further instructions, no nothing about Megatron or the bots.

Just to come to Earth, alone.

On hearing the ominous message, it was agreed that some bots would accompany Fearless back to Earth.

Fearless had an uneasy feeling about this trip back to Earth.

It was clear on their face as they glared at the windows with their arms crossed.

Not even Whirl or Swerve’s jokes seemed to crack the tension in their tiny body.

Fearless is called to go to the human’s only sector.

They promise to scream for help if someone tried anything.

This was supposed to be meant as a joke.

The second they enter the building; someone immediately tries to get the jump on them.

Now Fearless knows how to fight, they lived on the Lost Light for crying out loud!

But it had been a while since they had to fight someone their size without a suit and when more people coming in.

Fearless is pinned down on the floor.

On of the people in dark ski masks has a knee digging deep into their back.

The air had momentarily knocked out of their lungs leaving them dizzy and breathless.

CLICK!

Fearless was now staring at the barrel of a gun.

Ski mask 1: “Hope you enjoyed your few seconds here on Earth, alien sympathizer.”

Fearless struggles more but their face keeps being pushed to the floor.

All they need is one scream…

BAMF!

The weight was suddenly tossed off their back, letting them finally breathe.

They gasped for air as someone grabbed them and tossed them over their shoulder.

Fearless: “Hey! Let go!”

Logan gets elbowed in the face.

Logan: “Gah! Will you quit that! We’re trying to save you little—”

BAMF!

Kurt grabs them both.

Fearless: “WHAT THE—”

BAMF!

Fearless, Logan and Kurt are now outside the building.

Fearless looks around seeing some other X men talking with the bots.

Megatron looks over at a very disheveled and injured Fearless.

Megatron: “Fearless!”

The bots look over at Fearless.

Fearless is just looking around very confused.

Fearless: “…what the—"

After the bots check that Fearless was relatively okay, it was time for introductions.

Most of the X men had already introduced themselves to the bots while Logan and Kurt had gone inside to get Fearless.

The group had gotten a tip that someone wanted to ‘unalive’ the human liaison for Earth and Cybertron relations.

Neither team has the slightest clue who would want them gone.

But if Fearless was unalived and the bots didn’t know, it could have caused a rift in Earth and Cybertronian alliances, especially with Fearless being a part of the crew and part of a family unit.

Did anyone ask for a team up?

That’s when Magento makes a dramatic entrance.

Fearless immediately goes stiff and straightens their back.

Magneto: “Greetings. I am—"

Fearless: “Magneto.”

Magneto looks over at the human standing in front of the bots with their arms crossed.

Magneto: “I take that you’ve heard of my reputation?”

Fearless: “Kinda hard not to hear about a mass murder of both human and mutant kind.”

Magneto: “Hm, and here I thought we were going to have civil conversations as equals. Human to Mutant.”

Fearless: “What? Wait, wait. You think I have something against mutants?”

Rogue: “Well by the tone ya using, there’s some room for interpretation.”

Fearless sighs and face palms.

They gesture to the bots behind them.

Fearless: “I live with a giant crew of dysfunctional alien robots. I’m not some heartless monster who’s going to judge or chase you down with a pitchfork because someone can light a candle with their pinkie. Just as long as you aren’t messing with my family, everything will go well.”

Jean: “Wait family? You work with your family?”

Fearless: “Raises their eyebrow.

Fearless: “They are right behind me you know.”

Magneto grunts a bit before reaching out his hand to Fearless to shake.

Ratchet registers a sudden increase in Fearless’s heart rate.

Fearless looks at the hand like it committed first degree murder before shaking it begrudgingly.

Magneto: “I never got your name.”

Fearless: “My name is Fearless, Magneto.”

The bots are very much concern for their human.

Besides the obvious assassination attempt shaking everyone up, they had never seen Fearless this hostile and tense before.

Not even Megatron received this treatment!

The most he received was pranks and some comments here and there.

This was a full on seething hatred.

Fearless is polite with the other members of the X men and tries helping them as much as they can.

After cloaking the ship, it was agreed to head to the X mansion for further development on the case.

The mutants had to do a double take once the bots turned on their holoforms to get inside the building.

Friendships are formed.

Rodimus and Cyclops end up having a friendly rivalry.

The Co-Captain thinks Scotts beams are cool.

Scott gets flashbacks when Rodimus shows off his flames.

Flames that also get Jubilee attention.

Fearless is half certain that he is going to try and smuggle her on the ship.

Thankfully Magnus is keeping an optic out for him and Jubilee.

Drift tries to adopt Kurt, but Ratchet keeps telling him no.

Kurt is fanboying Drift’s massive swords and hearing about his beliefs.

Ratchet somehow develops a sixth sense knowing where the blue mutant was going to pop out.

Rodimus holds Scott out.

Rodimus: “Mine shoots beams out of his eyes!”

Drift holds Kurt out.

Drift: “Mine’s teleports, swings swords around and has a tail!”

He gently pats Kurts head.

Drift: “And he’s fluffy!”

Kurt and Scott look down to Fearless.

Fearless: “Don’t fight it, you’ve already been claimed.”

Kurt: “Vhat do you mean vy that?”

Fearless: “You’ve been chosen that’s all I can say.”

Scott: “You speak from experience.”

Fearless: "I ended up with one of the most trigger-happy bots as my best friend for life. The system works.”

Scott: “What system!?”

Beast gets passed between Brainstorm, Perceptor and Nautica.

Yes, he is a bit confused at first, but quickly gets over it on realizing these were some fellow scientists.

Brainstorm wants to upgrade some of the team’s technology… Beast is thinking about it.

Storm gets stopped by the minibots.

They love her powers!

Ororo indulges them with light rain and little wind funnels.

Rewind is filming everything while Swerve fanboys in the background while Tailgate splashes in some puddles.

Cyclonus in the meantime was taking notes on Storm and Jean’s fashion choices to later upgrade his holoform.

Beast: “Do you think that with enough electricity it can disable your weapons?”

Brainstorm: “…One way to figure that out!”

Storm: “I am not about to blast your weapon with a bolt of lighting. There is no telling what it could do to you.”

Brainstorm: “That is precisely why we need to find out!”

Fearless: “Trust me on this one, just give them a little bit.”

Storm raises an eyebrow.

Storm: “And they will be all right?”

Fearless shrugs.

Fearless: “Wouldn’t be the first time Stormy’s done something like this and it won’t be the last. This is pretty tame of an experiment for him.”

Jean walks over.

Jean: “What do you mean ‘tamest’?”

Fearless: “Well there was the time traveling briefcase.”

Jean: “The what?”

Rogue and Gambit end up in the company of Skids and Rung.

Skids finds Rogues and Gambits powers to be amazing.

Rung offers a good listening ear to Rogue who finds his presscene very comforting and vents.

The orange mech desperately want this woman to book an appointment with a therapist.

No scratch that, get everyone an appointment.

Gambit tried teaching Skids how to throw cards.

He is surprised when Skids gets it on the first try.

Lastly, Logan and Morph end up with Whirl.

Whirl keeps shouting suggestions for Morph to shapeshift into.

Morph happily obliges.

Logan can’t seem to get the strangest feeling of de va ju.

A reminder of a certain merc with a mouth…

Whirl: “Hey Whiskers! Do the claw thing again.”

Logan: “No.”

Whirl: “Do it!”

Morph: “Logan its just a little bit.”

Whirl: “Yeah listen to your outlier buddy and do it!”

Logan: “Outlier?”

Whirl: “Hang on I’ll get a translator. Fearless!”

Fearless comes over.

Whirl points at the two.

Whirl: “Explain what an outlier is.”

Fearless: “An outlier is… hm… how do I explain this… An outlier is kinda like you guys.”

Logan: “What?”

Fearless: “They have special abilities that separate them from the average bot.”

Fearless points over to Skids who was copying Gambit’s card tricks.

Fearless: “Skids over there can near perfect any instruction or action given to him on the first go. If I’m not wrong, Skids and some other bots I know went to a school that helped them with their abilities since society deemed them--”

Morph: “Dangerous?”

Fearless has a bit of a somber look on their face.

Fearless: “With all the former caste systems and alt mode prejudice it was nice for them to have a place to call their own. Sadly, when the founder of the school, a senator, was arrested they dispersed.”

Logan: “Hmm.”

The second Fearless spots Magneto talking with Megatron, they quickly grab Megatron by the arm and pull him away.

This goes the same for any bot that goes anywhere near Magneto.

The glare never leaving their face.

Fearless was offered a room to stay in the mansion, but they insisted on leaving with the bots.

They grab Megatron’s hand and leave.

Megatron felt how tight they were grabbing and the slight tremble in it.

They ignore the questions about their behavior and calls in a night.

Too bad Papa Megatron wants some answers.

Fearless struggles in his loose grip.

Megatron: “Are you going stop acting like a sparkling and start talking sense.”

Fearless lets out a tired sigh as they trace small circles on his digit.

Fearless: “As you might know I’m… not exactly fond of Magneto.”

Megatron: “Understatement of the century.”

Fearless squints their eyes at him.

He places them down on the berth and sits next to them.

Megatron: “… You never acted like this. Not even when I came on this ship and by the way this Magento speaks and his goals… he sounds like me—”

Fearless slaps his leg.

Fearless: “Don’t you EVER compare yourself to him!”

Megatron: “A simple observation and you cannot deny there are similarities between us. But why hate him and not me?”

Fearless: “Your both very different from each other Meg’s! That man is a heartless monster! A murderer! You—You—"

Megatron: “The same.”

Fearless furiously blinks back their tears and looks down.

Fearless: “But you changed!”

Megatron: “And isn’t he trying as well?”

The mech gently runs a digit up and down Fearless’s back.

Megatron: “He is at the start of his redemption Fearless. Don’t you think that it is wise to give him the benefit of the doubt?”

Fearless shakes their head and pulls their legs up and leans on Megatron’s side.

Megatron: “… He did something to you didn’t he?”

Fearless hugs themselves tighter trying to appear smaller.

They start to shake a bit.

Megatron carefully picked them up and hugged them to his chassis.

He can feel the tears running down his chassis.

Megatron: “You don’t need to tell me now if you don’t want to.”

Fearless sniffles a bit before looking up at him.

Fearless: “I-I want to Dad… I really want to—to. But everything that just happened…”

Megatron hushes Fearless while running the digit up and down their back.

They try muffling their sobs in his chassis.

He wonders if they can feel his spark clenching through the armor.

Days are passing by as the teams are still trying to figure out what is going on.

With the assassination attempt and why Fearless hates Magento’s gut so much.

The crew has made a giant board filled with red string trying to figure this out.

Even their new fellow X men friends come and join in on the theories.

The x men are enjoying their latest source of entertainment.

Especially once Fearless starts getting more comfortable around them and their chaotic side starts showing up.

Magento was having a hard time.

He has no idea what he did to this person to make them hate them.

Sure, it’s nothing new, but still!

It doesn’t help that they look familiar to him.

The older man is determined to figure out what he did to this person.

So far no one has managed to have a lick of luck on their side.

Not even a clue.

…

…Well, there is one person who does have a clue.

Logan.

Fearless and Magento had a similar scent.

Too similar to be a coincidence…

…But he’ll keep quiet for now…