NO ONE CAN BREAK ME, DON'T TRY TO TEST ME I'M TRYNA TELL THE TRUTH, I'M SO MAD!
SATO NAGAKO, main vocalist and rapper of EN MA5QUE : girl group, competition, and anti-thesis to HUNTR/X. mutuals only. mei, 25, she/her. graphic source.
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NO ONE CAN BREAK ME, DON'T TRY TO TEST ME I'M TRYNA TELL THE TRUTH, I'M SO MAD!
SATO NAGAKO, main vocalist and rapper of EN MA5QUE : girl group, competition, and anti-thesis to HUNTR/X. mutuals only. mei, 25, she/her. graphic source.

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260515 LE SSERAFIM Kazuha
ohhh nooo dont be possessive 👀👀 dont be jealous noo👀👀👀
@foundwild sent [nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck. ( sugako time )
Nagako doesn't know how to act anymore. Sujin looks at her a certain way and it sets off something practically animalistic. It's as simple as a glance with a glint of blatant possessiveness while they're in public. It's ridiculous, really, because Nagako doesn't have eyes for anyone except for Sujin, but it makes her feel so, so desired.
They're lucky they made it back to Sujin's hotel room. It's all a blur from the moment they arrive. Nagako has Sujin pinned up against the door, body on body, hands scrabbling and pulling at clothes with half-muttered promises about buying a new one of anything accidentally torn. She's a storm of teeth worrying skin, of devotional sucked bruises and a grip that's just on the this side of too tight. Signs and symptoms of someone with something to prove, like the depth of her affection isn't apparent enough.
--
Her voice in Sujin's mouth, shaped by her lips in the very moment of ecstasy, is beyond divine. Nagako wishes she could hear it all day, every day, and fears that now that she's had a taste that she'll be forever insatiable. Her bandmate is beautiful and so worthy of being treasured that Nagako can't help but think that Sujin could do so much better than her. If Nagako is who she wants, though, then she'll be sure to make it worth her time.
"That's it," Nagako breathes, and just barely manages to stifle the inadvertent groan building in her throat when she curls her fingers again. The roll of Sujin's hips into her hand doesn't go unnoticed, but she's majorly preoccupied by the pretty way that Sujin asks for more. It's unfair. It's ridiculous. It's stupidly irresistible.
Not like Nagako needs any convincing. It's a relief to release the iota of self control that she's held onto. "You want me to fuck you harder? I can't say no when you ask so nicely..."
When her head drops again, it's to bring her lips to Sujin's chest once she manages to push her shirt out of the way with her free hand. She's unafraid to latch onto the skin of her breasts with teeth and tongue, pairing it with the sudden increased rough drive of her fingers into Sujin. "God, you feel so fucking good," Nagako compliments with her mouth against Sujin's skin. Her teeth and tongue gather Sujin's nipple between her lips, sucking insistently, indulgently, before swapping to the other. Her free hand snakes up into Sujin's hair again to pull her head back and expose her neck.
"Just say you want to feel it tomorrow," Nagako teases lowly, smug and full of that trademark confidence of hers. "Every step you take will remind you of me." The rhythm of her fingers has increased in force and speed, curling upwards until she can't, and adding a third finger to stretch her out when she's positive Sujin can handle it. Nagako's exhale is sharp, her body pressing against Sujin's everywhere she can manage, even her mouth sucking sensitive skin greedily to leave dark marks in her wake.
she's drowning in everything that is nagako. sujin feels like she can't breathe, like there's no such thing as close enough when they're pressed together like this. she wants to settle underneath her skin, climb into her rib cage and live there for the rest of the night. of the week. there's something so charming about nagako's confidence, too -- she's so used to it on stage, the way the older girl will lead the charge, tease her mercilessly until sujin has to run and hide.
now, however, she's more exposed than ever. and she doesn't hate it.
she's so caught up in her head, in her own thoughts, that she doesn't notice when gako slips her shirt up. bunched at her collar, sujin barely has time to look down before gako takes a nipple into her mouth. the stimulation has her crying out -- perhaps too loud within the walls of their shared dorms, but she doesn't care. can't care when she looks at her like that, promises that she'll feel it the next day. ( and god, does she hope so. )
"g-gako," she tries, her voice trailing off into a high pitched whine. the additional finger, the stretch of gako within her, makes her lose her mind. whatever sanity she'd been clinging to is long gone. her hips move almost frantically, her hands curling roughly against her shoulders to maintain some sense of a grip. ( both literally and figuratively. )
she feels it -- the way her stomach begins to tighten. the way her leg clenches around her. "i'm gonna -- fuck, gako, i'm gonna come," she tries to warn, but before she can finish the sentence, her body goes rigid. it washes over her at all once -- a white, hot heat that shakes her to her core. her eyes close, her teeth bite nearly hard enough to bleed when she worries her lower lip, and sujin curls herself around nagako until she's spent.
--
Nagako can't count how many times she's teased and flirted with Sujin without expecting anything to come of it. It's really her fault for accidentally stumbling head first into feelings she never should have developed in the first place. Nagako has broken her cardinal rule whether she likes it or not: don't get involved with close friends. Who closer is there than one of her groupmates? Sujin, who she lives with and eats with and breathes with on a daily basis. Sujin, who retreats into her shell further and further until she can't, inevitably getting caught by Nagako and dragged back out. Sujin isn't a mystery, but Nagako always wants to find out more anyways.
Her mouth curves upward into a silent smile against Sujin's skin. She's moved back up to her neck, if only to grasp the last vestiges of opportunity to remind Sujin that she was here. A constellation of dark marks dots Sujin's chest and neck with the backdrop of her whining and pleading. Nagako doesn't want to be anywhere else right now, only here, watching Sujin fall apart from her hands.
"Come on, baby," Nagako encourages in a hushed tone. She feels nearly delirious from it all, hot all over, completely enraptured as Sujin wholly surrenders to her. "Good girl, Jini, you're so amazing, so beautiful like this," she continues in earnest. Her gaze is black, ready to swallow Sujin whole, but Nagako's lips are nothing but adoring as they pepper all along the other girl's face and lips. Her fingers keep curling and guiding Sujin through the waves of pleasure. With Sujin curled around her on all sides, Nagako has never felt so needed—no, so wanted.
Admittedly, Nagako's move to carefully withdraw her fingers from Sujin is inspired by absolute greed. "You did so good," Nagako comments, right before she's sucking the remnants of Sujin from her fingers with a low hum. Fuck, no one has ever tasted so divine to her. She adds in a distinctly flirtatious remark, "and you taste good."

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@hwansaeng sent [eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.
They are exceedingly lucky that it's an hour of the day that the gym isn't busy, but it doesn't make it any less risky. Nagako can't even find it in herself to be embarrassed about it, not with her back pressed against the cool wall of the changing stall and Haeun pressed up against her.
Her nails scrabble at the soft skin of Haeun's back and shoulders uselessly with each voracious thrust of Haeun's fingers in her cunt. The growing urge to moan, to whimper, to plead practically burns in her throat. "H—Haeun, I c—can't—" Nagako barely breathes in a strangled whisper, nearly on the verge of tears. Footsteps passing by make her lips press together in a tight line in an effort to stay silent. Sweat from her earlier workout (cut short by this one) still clings to the skin along her neck and abdomen.
Fuck, Nagako could swear Haeun is trying to get them caught, and she can't even find it in herself to be annoyed.
@hwansaeng asked, "do you or do you not love me? i need to know."
Nagako knows that she's made this harder than it needs to be. It's so fucking stupid—it shouldn't be hard to say something as simple as three words, but it is. She has admitted to herself a long time ago how she feels about Haeun. It's impossible to ignore. It's all-consuming. And faced with the threat of losing Haeun, of losing any part of her—she can't. It's unfathomable.
It scares her, but losing Haeun scares her more.
"I..." Nagako swallows, then looks up to meet Haeun's gaze. "I love you so much that it fucking hurts, Haeun," she confesses. The words begin, and they keep tumbling out without any control. "I love you more than I love myself. And if I lost you somehow—I don't know what I would fucking do. I want you. I need you to be mine."
It's embarrassing. Humiliating, even, to hold her heart out in her palm like this, but Haeun has never, ever let her down before. Nagako trusts her implicitly.
--
Nagako observes every twitch, sigh and moan that Sujin generously offers her. She's responsive underneath her pliant touch, and it feeds into a part of Nagako that she has, more or less, kept locked away. Her restraint is truly precarious to begin with: these are first steps, the momentary fumble of how does Sujin want it? Where does she want it? Trying to feel out her preferences and steer them in which way to go. Nagako is ever so cognizant of what they're doing. Heading into it with reckless abandon won't do. She cares about Sujin, more than either one of them are willing to admit right now.
"Fuck," Nagako exhales shakily. The energy is crackling between them and the air is thick with unspoken words, ones that leap to Nagako's tongue but never make it past her lips. Sujin's legs wrapped around her waist is criminal. Nagako decides to be selfish, she decides to take—decides to show Sujin exactly what she's been thinking about. "Okay, baby," Nagako responds, the pet name slipping out unbidden.
She shifts again, presses them together everywhere they can meet, greedy for the warmth. Her fingers seek out Sujin's cunt similarly and she briefly massages against Sujin's entrance before pressing them inside. "You're so pretty when you're needy," Nagako comments. "I want to hear you say my name."
The pace she sets is a steady one, intense, trying to elicit the most delightful noises from Sujin. She turns her head and bites at the skin of Sujin's neck instead, her open-mouthed kisses turning possessive, the urgency in her movements increasing. She curls her fingers inside of Sujin, thrusts them in long and languid movements while Nagako seems hellbent on absolutely devouring Sujin. Kisses trail along her jaw, down her throat, down to her collarbone where her tongue drags against the sharp angle in a line.
something about the softness in nagako's voice when she speaks to her nearly brings tears to sujin's eyes. she's feeling so much, the intensity of the other woman's fingers working her over in a way that makes her see stars alongside the delicate way she's being held. the way gako looks at her like she's something worth holding, worth touching. it makes her stomach clench, makes her eyes a little softer around the edges as she tries, and fails, to stifle her noises by chewing into her lower lip.
"ahhhh." it escapes before she can stop, her back arching the second gako's fingers sink into her. she reaches so deep, curls against her walls in a way that makes sujin wonder if this is what sex is always supposed to be like. her fingers curl, nails digging into the soft flesh of gako's shoulder as she tucks her face against her chest. her eyes close, almost afraid to look down and see the action as it's happening. she knows it'll ruin her even more than she already it.
instead, her lips purse, pressing soft kisses against her skin between the quiet, breathy moans that pass her lips. "it feels so good," she whines, toes curling against her calf. "so -- your fingers are so... so much better than mine." on a louder whine, she tilts her head back, lidded gaze focus on gako's intense face. "nagako," she breathes, giving her what she wants without a second thought. with no worries hanging above her -- because this is easy. letting herself feel good is easy than saying what her heart wants.
"can you," she starts, shifting to give her hips a roll, meeting her gentle thrusts halfway. "can you go harder, baby? i --," lips pressed, she swallows, eyes a little glassy when she blinks up at her, "i can handle it. please. i wanna feel you everywhere."
--
Her voice in Sujin's mouth, shaped by her lips in the very moment of ecstasy, is beyond divine. Nagako wishes she could hear it all day, every day, and fears that now that she's had a taste that she'll be forever insatiable. Her bandmate is beautiful and so worthy of being treasured that Nagako can't help but think that Sujin could do so much better than her. If Nagako is who she wants, though, then she'll be sure to make it worth her time.
"That's it," Nagako breathes, and just barely manages to stifle the inadvertent groan building in her throat when she curls her fingers again. The roll of Sujin's hips into her hand doesn't go unnoticed, but she's majorly preoccupied by the pretty way that Sujin asks for more. It's unfair. It's ridiculous. It's stupidly irresistible.
Not like Nagako needs any convincing. It's a relief to release the iota of self control that she's held onto. "You want me to fuck you harder? I can't say no when you ask so nicely..."
When her head drops again, it's to bring her lips to Sujin's chest once she manages to push her shirt out of the way with her free hand. She's unafraid to latch onto the skin of her breasts with teeth and tongue, pairing it with the sudden increased rough drive of her fingers into Sujin. "God, you feel so fucking good," Nagako compliments with her mouth against Sujin's skin. Her teeth and tongue gather Sujin's nipple between her lips, sucking insistently, indulgently, before swapping to the other. Her free hand snakes up into Sujin's hair again to pull her head back and expose her neck.
"Just say you want to feel it tomorrow," Nagako teases lowly, smug and full of that trademark confidence of hers. "Every step you take will remind you of me." The rhythm of her fingers has increased in force and speed, curling upwards until she can't, and adding a third finger to stretch her out when she's positive Sujin can handle it. Nagako's exhale is sharp, her body pressing against Sujin's everywhere she can manage, even her mouth sucking sensitive skin greedily to leave dark marks in her wake.
☾ lustful action prompts.
a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.
[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.
[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.
[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.
[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.
[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.
[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.
[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.
[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.
[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.
[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.
[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.
[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.
[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.
[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.
[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.
[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.
[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.
[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.
[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.
[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.
[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.
[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.
[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.
[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.
[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.
[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.
[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.
[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.
[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.
[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.
[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.
[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.
[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.

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IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS ... SLOW BURN, EVERYTHING! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that are taking their sweet ass time or are being oblivious. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)
dialogue.
wait ... that's it? i've waited all this time for you and i only get a peck?
if i don't move away from you right now, i might just kiss you.
do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...?
this is never gonna happen, is it?
let's not keep wasting each other's time.
so ... are we just gonna eye-fuck all night or actually do something about this?
you have a crush on me?
do you or do you not love me? i need to know.
were you ever going to tell me?
i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember.
i never thought this would happen ... you've always been just out of my reach.
i can't wait anymore for you to open your eyes and realize i've been here all along.
why do you keep staring at my lips ...?
concepts.
hover. sender is standing so close to receiver that their lips are inches away. both are acutely aware that they keep staring at one another's lips and then eyes. does someone make a move?
at last. sender and receiver finally share their first kiss after an accidental confession of longterm feelings and it being reciprocated.
love note. sender sends receiver a letter confessing how they feel. how does receiver respond?
love in the rain. after a dramatic exchange between sender and receiver that ends with a deep kiss ruined by sudden pouring rain, receiver drags sender indoors to continue where they left off.
the zipper. sender asks receiver to help them with a zipper that's gotten stuck or is out of reach. the tension between the pair is high while receiver attempts to help.
friends don't. sender and receiver are best friends who are really comfortable around one another. sender who is in love with receiver, accidentally ends up on top of receiver during a playful moment. in that moment, it becomes obvious in the way that sender looks at receiver of what they feel for them. how does receiver respond?
@jikida asked: [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone
hari likes to think that she's been very patient, all things considered. she had sat through the graduation ceremony, trying to ignore the way that her chest swelled with pride when her girlfriend had received her doctorate - and the way that the tiny voice inside of her head is reminding her that she's dating a doctor.
her security had assisted on accompanying her, but she had compromised and had them wait outside of the ceremony. today isn't going to be about her, she's doing everything in her power to keep it that way. when nagako had found them afterwards, hari had only provided brief physical affection, wary of the eyes that were still watching them.
this day isn't for them, either.
instead, she waits until they've long since arrived home. both a little buzzed from a celebratory dinner with a few of their friends. they're barely through the door before hari loops her arms around nagako's neck and tugs her close. "i've waited all day to give you this, doctor satō-"
she's talking about the kiss that follows. it's slow and comfortable, with no real sense of urgency or expectation of anything to follow. it's lazy and coupled with a knowing grin that spreads across hari's lips as she digs a hand into her pocket. she relies on nagako being distracted enough by the kiss to not notice how she fiddles with the box encased within until she can remove the ring. she takes nagako's hands with her own and places the ring in one of her palms before she closes her girlfriend's fingers around it. reluctantly, she breaks the kiss, but still keeps her lips against nagako's cheek. "i want everybody to know that doctor satō is spoken for, before everybody at your first job falls head over heels for you."
Nagako has been waiting for this day for so long that it feels unreal now that it's happening. In truth... they never thought they would get this far. Although they regret none of the time spent in EM5, it was never her vision or her dream. There was always a further goal for her. The light at the end of the tunnel came in the form of a physics degree (painfully piecemealed over years between shows and interviews.) Then, beyond that, completing medical school.
It's all so surreal.
And Hari has witnessed everything. From being trainees, to competitors, to best friends, to possibly the greatest love story Nagako has ever heard of... Hari has always been the one propping her up when she stumbled. Hari, like Kazuo, is everything. She's smiling at her during the ceremony, showing up even without much security—and she stays by their side the entire evening, up until they return home.
"Doctor Satō—" Nagako begins to laugh, because she still isn't used to the title, but Hari has her lips on theirs and it's so, so natural to melt into it. They're buzzing, brimming with joy and happiness and it's almost overwhelming when Hari kisses her on top of that. It's so distracting that Nagako barely notices the weight in her palm at first. Almost.
Nagako's breath stutters. "... What?" She whispers in stunned confusion. Her heart hammers in her chest and she leans back to take in the sight of the ring sitting in her palm. Hari wants her. Hari wants to marry her.
"Wait, that's not fucking fair," Nagako blurts, blush blazing across their features. They disentangle themselves from Hari quickly, ring still in hand, and rush to the bedroom where there's a clatter of things being thrown around. Nagako returns and promptly stumbles straight into Hari when she trips on a misplaced slipper. "Shit, sorry," Nagako apologizes breathlessly, and then they haphazardly hold up an open ring box of their own. "You... did this a lot better. But, um... fuck! I'm so mad you beat me to it. So, now you have to marry me, alright?"
hari says sorry but she WILL fight kazuo (she loves him like her own brother)
"hari has permission to tell kazuo to fuck off."
that's their wife!!!!!!!!!!
"gamer? nerd."
"fortnite and chill?"
gako is unsurprised by these results.

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bingo? bingo.
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