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koqabear · 2 years ago

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Attention

♫: 5 STAR, CL

“Yeonjun thinks there’s nothing better than to wind down after a show with his pretty girlfriend— Beomgyu also thinks there’s nothing better than winding down after a show with Yeonjun’s pretty girlfriend.”

yeonjun x fem!reader x beomgyu

Genre: rockstar!au, smut, pwp, established relationship w/jjun

Word count: 5.8K

warnings: mc has acrylics. that’s it.

smut warnings: hard/mean doms! yeongyu, sub!mc, threesome, strength kink(?), scratching, pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), name calling, dry humping, spanking, breast play, manhandling, degrading, fingering, oral (f&m rec.), choking, marking, biting, hair pulling, mirror sex, dumbification, slight brat taming?, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, unprotected sex, size kink, bulge kink, rough sex, creampies, mentions of safe word, facial, sloppy seconds, slapping, spitting, lmk if i missed anything 🤗

Notes: i’ve recommended every genre but rock for this.. final part of rockstar!txt, and my personal favorite; this was still barely edited—enjoy tho bc i definitely branched out quite a bit here >w<

Your legs feel shaky as you make your way away from the stage— whether it’s from adrenaline or anticipation for what’s to come, you’re not really sure.

Another successful show has gone by with you in barricade; pushed up against the barrier by other eager, sweaty bodies, forced to endure another intense show in favor of watching your boyfriend perform— there’s a strange sense of satisfaction that you get from it, watching the way they all crowd around you and try to take your spot, hands reaching out desperately for even a brief touch from him.

The most they’ll ever get from him is a brush of his fingers against theirs— but even that is enough to have them screaming in your ear, jumping eagerly as they don’t stop to realize why Yeonjun might be so eager to hog the section they’re currently in.

You’re fully aware; maybe it’s because he’s always quick to spot you during his shows, sending you a wink before he’s striding over— subjecting you to a few hours of flirty and suggestive behavior, able to drink in the way your doe eyes look up at him with every thrust of his hips or growl of his voice— and if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve almost missed the quirk of his lips as he drank in your reaction desperately.

Your body felt a bit more buzzed than usual— maybe it’s because you were subjected to the absolute torture that was Yeonjun purposefully teasing you, completely ignoring you and sticking to the side opposite yours in favor of teasing and interacting with other faceless fans— you still remember the way your jaw dropped as you watch him reach out to a fan, holding her hand and winking playfully as he clearly mouthed a ‘call me’ to her.

Luckily for you however, you were quickly distracted by a different sight— meaning, Beomgyu and the way he very obviously seemed to stare you down every chance he got; where Yeonjun began to lack, he quickly took charge, lingering by your side and even taking a moment to go along with the way you reached out to him playfully, allowing him to hold your hand as he sang his part directly to you; you could feel deathly stares from both the fans around you and Yeonjun after that.

So now, here you are; one elaborate firework show later and the fans finally began to disperse and the crowded pit finally began to empty— leaving you, alone and antsy as you began to make your way backstage, where you knew a staff car was waiting to take you to the hotel Yeonjun was currently staying in.

Your leg is bouncing the entire ride there— fans outside seem to think the van you’re in may contain a member of the infamous band, and you watch with a small smile as they line the sidewalks and wave cluelessly; for a moment, you almost feel bad.

You’re at the back entrance in the blink of an eye; that could also be attributed to the fact that you may have dozed off on your way there, but you don’t really mind it as you find yourself much more energized as you make your way out the van, thanking your driver before you’re off.

Room 705, you tell yourself, pressing the number seven on the elevator as you lean back on the railing— you let out a soft, exasperated sigh as you make your way up, feeling the nerves from before creep up on you the longer you wait in this eerie silence— you’re practically running the moment the doors open, eager to see your boyfriend as you feel a wide smile form on your face.

A moment passes after you knock on the door. 705, you reassure yourself, glancing back at the room number as you rock on your heels, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. Just when you begin to wonder if you’ve got the room wrong, pulling out your phone to check your messages with Yeonjun, the door suddenly swings open.

And you’re immediately pulled in.

If the air hadn’t been knocked out of your lungs as Yeonjun pushed you roughly against the door, the way he captures your lips in a needy kiss definitely did. Your mind is spinning and you’re barely able to process what’s happening as you moan into his lips, feeling his hands wander up and down your sides, shivering at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.

You’re left to place your hands helplessly on his chest— you don’t bother to push him away though, indulging instead in the way his firm muscles tense under your hands, the thin material of his tank top not leaving much room for the imagination as you let your nails scratch and grasp at the material.

He’s clearly reluctant to pull away as you begin to pat at his chest, attempting to signal your lack of air as he finally obliges after a second of struggle— you’re panting and dizzy as you take in the way his lips are swollen and shiny, his eyes lidded and dark as he takes in your outfit with a breathy chuckle.

“Seriously?” he asks, reaching up to play with the hem of the shirt that barely covers you, the words “I ♡ TXT” written across them boldly, “You couldn’t have gotten one of those I heart my boyfriend shirts with a little picture of me? I saw a ton of fans wear those today.”

You scoff.

“I dunno, I think this is more eye-catching— especially because it means that I don’t have to rely on getting the attention of just one of you.”

“Ohhhh, is that right?” he asks, tilting his head innocently as he wraps a hand around your waist, a cute smile on his face as he begins to walk backward to lead you further into his room, “Is that what your little attitude was about back then? Did I neglect you, baby?”

You pout. You hate when Yeonjun gets like this, teasing and petulant as he tries to back you up into a corner, trying to get you to say the wrong thing and set you straight by fucking you until you can’t think— it makes you feel undeniably small before him.

“Well, you did ignore me during the second half of the concert,” you admit, and you try to take a step back from him only to get pulled back in, your view obscured by him, “Seriously, you didn’t even come to our side.”

“You felt ignored?” he pouts, cooing softly at the way you meekly nod in agreement, “But Beomgyu didn’t ignore you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yup. Made sure to take good care of her.”

It’s only then Yeonjun lets go of you— he’s behind you now, interlocking his hands over your navel and pulling you back against him as he slots his chin on your shoulder— your stomach drops, and you’re able to feel the way Yeonjun presses against you perfectly from behind.

Beomgyu lays back against the headboard, looking up from his phone as he sends you a pretty smile and a wave.

“Shit baby, when did you get this skirt? It barely covers you.” you’re blinking out of your stupor as you feel Yeonjun grinding against you, your body beginning to rock from the motion as you grab onto his forearms weakly— you’re startled, unable to help your weak whimper as you take in the way Beomgyu stares at you with hungry eyes.

And Yeonjun’s absolutely right— the pleated skirt is so short that it’s already ridden up, and you can feel your eyes hazing at the way he grinds his cock against your ass, against your panties that are already beginning to become soaked and sticky from your arousal.

“You know, I saw the way you were so eager to interact with gyu once I left,” he purrs into your ear, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust that has you bouncing and yelping weakly, “Have I been neglecting you that much, cutie? Am I not enough for you?”

“No, no no no,” you babble, already too stupid to make coherent sentences despite having yet been fucked, “Saw you flirting with fans, I just… wanted to get back at you, ugh—!”

Your mouth is falling open at the feeling of Yeonjun’s hand falling sharply on your skin— your ass stings from the sensation and your back arches in response, and Yeonjun’s free hand snakes its way up to grope your chest, pressing you back against him and spanking you again as he laughs darkly in your ear.

“Get back at me? You know I was just doing my job, right?” he’s mocking you— it’s mean and belittling as he rubs the stinging area for a second before landing another smack— hmm? he hums, egging on your response as his hand squeezes your breast warningly.

“You still ignored me,” you whine out, clearly not the answer Yeonjun wanted as he scoffs and undoubtedly rolls his eyes; he lets go of you, and you let out a soft yelp at the way he pushes you toward the bed— you stumble and fall face-first into it, bouncing on the mattress before you’re looking up in a daze— you’re meeting Beomgyu’s wicked smile the moment you come to your senses.

“Okay baby, if that’s how you wanna play. You really seemed to enjoy Beomgyu’s attention today, how about you get some more?” You’re not sure what he may mean by that until you’re being moved; you’re seated in Yeonjun’s lap on the bed, a pained whimper ripped out of your throat from the way he tugs your hair and pulls your head back— you’re staring at the ceiling as you feel your legs get thrown over Yeonjun’s, left to his mercy as he spreads you open completely.

“Fuck. Such an attention whore, aren’t you? How are you so wet already?” his tone is so, so mean and mocking as he rubs a hand over your panties, two fingers pressing down against your entrance as he watches the way your folds spill out from the action, hissing quietly before he’s laughing softly, “Did a little bit of grinding do all this to you? Or…”

He leans into your ear— he places a kiss behind it before his teeth begin to nibble at the flesh, laughing airily as his hands begin to rub up and down your trembling thighs.

“Were you thinking of getting fucked the whole show?”

Your lips fall into a silent gasp— Beomgyu’s lips are leaving open-mouthed kisses at the inside of your knees, his soft hair brushing against your skin as you attempt to look down at him— only to squeeze your eyes shut, Yeonjun’s long and slender fingers coming up to press down on your throat and hold your head up as he prevents you from looking, adding more pressure as he takes in the way you squirm from his grip.

Your hands are gripping your skirt. It’s bunched between your fingers as you attempt to close your legs, only to be stopped by Yeonjun’s as he continues to hold you open— in response, he spreads his legs a bit more, indulging in the pained whimper you let out from the stretch.

Beomgyu’s lips are inching up your thigh. He’s sucking and leaving marks, teeth teasingly sinking into the flesh as he takes in the way you jump and whine at the feeling— your eyes are screwed shut, and all you can hear is Beomgyu’s breathy laugh before he continues to make his way up.

Beomgyu is nothing but cruel as he continues to tease you; you think you might begin crying as you feel his lips begin to kiss softly at your clit, the feeling barely there as you begin to whine petulantly.

“Don’t be like that,” Yeonjun scolds, taking the way you’re practically trembling, “Shouldn’t you be thankful Beomgyu’s here to give you some attention? If you keep this up, I’ll just make you fuck against a pillow and leave you here while I go out for drinks with the others. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You can feel Yeonjun smile against your jaw as you frantically shake your head no. He gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek in return.

“Good girl. Now be patient, okay?”

God, how can you be patient when Beomgyu is still teasing you over your panties? They’re soaking and you feel pathetic as he continues to toy with you with his tongue, clearly eager to make you messier than you already are as his spit continues to soak the rest of your panties through— the whine you let out once he presses his tongue flat against your entrance is pathetic, but you don’t have any energy to feel embarrassed from it as he begins to press against your panties in an attempt to fuck you with his tongue.

You don’t know how long this goes on for— all you know is that you’re shaking and you feel your eyes sting with tears by the time his fingers begin ghosting along your thighs, his soft groans and sounds that come from below only leaving you more needy by the time his fingers finally hook under the waistband of your panties.

Your hips lift eagerly as he slides them down, and you don’t bother to take their teasing comments seriously as you blindly buck your hips toward Beomgyu’s face instead.

“What’s got you acting like this?” Yeonjun asks, his voice deep and gruff as he speaks in your ear, “Don’t tell me a little bit of teasing is what’s got you like this.”

A little bit of teasing is a severe understatement. You’re trembling over Yeonjun and your voice is breaking as you protest quietly— and if your boyfriend thinks you haven’t felt the way he’s been bucking and rutting his hips into you this whole time, he’s sorely mistaken.

All your spite melts away the moment Beomgyu gets his mouth on you— you’re jolting in surprise at the feeling of his face pressed flush against you, his tongue entering you with ease as he begins to fuck you with it like you desperately wanted; his nose is brushing against your clit and your hands blindly go to tug at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him closer still, entirely shameless of the way your hips grind into his face to chase pleasure— the way he groans and hums against you only makes your head spin, tugging at his roots weakly in an attempt to distract yourself.

Yeonjun’s hand presses against your throat— the pressure has you going dizzy, and you don’t seem to realize that he’s tilted your head back down until he’s squeezing teasingly, growling in your ear to look.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open.

“Gyu…”

The said man’s eyes flicker up to gauge your expression— only he finds that you’re not looking at him, but rather behind him— in other words, straight at the full-length mirror you sit in front of, hazed eyes taking in the sight of you on your boyfriend’s lap, his hand on your throat and the other pushing up your crop top to play with your breasts, followed by the sight of Beomgyu kneeled between your spread legs, his head neatly tucked under the skirt you wear as he diligently goes back to eating you out like a starved man.

Your mind has gone dumb from the stimulation— so much so that you were barely able to keep track of the hands on your body, your chest jutting out from the way Yeonjun plays with your nipples and your thighs shaking from the way Beomgyu massages them teasingly. You think you might just receive a noise complaint from the way you can barely keep your sounds down, your hips beginning to roll against Beomgyu’s face as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach.

“So fucking loud,” Yeonjun growls, his hand leaving your tits before he’s putting two of his fingers into your mouth— and like the “good bitch” you are, you take them without hesitation, your lips sucking on them while your tongue runs along his fingers diligently.

It does little to muffle your sounds, however. You can’t take your eyes off the sight in front of you, incredibly needy as you begin to push Beomgyu against you and practically suffocate him with your pussy— but, judging by the way he groans in response and moves his head side to side before pressing firmly against your cunt, you don’t think he minds it.

“Is he making you feel good? Yeah?” Yeonjun asks, cutting off your frantic nodding before he’s shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue— your mouth is left open and you can only watch helplessly as drool begins to gather at the corner of your lips, your hips jumping up at the way Beomgyu’s tongue toys with your clit before he’s back to fucking you— the way you react to the action has him repeating it, and it isn’t long before you’re letting out a long whine and cumming all over his face.

“Good girl. Fuck that’s so hot, that’s right, ride it out…” Yeonjun’s hand leaves your neck in favor of gripping your hips and guiding your movements, grinning wolfishly at the way you simply cry softly and wrap your lips around his fingers in response, a stray tear running down your cheek as your mouth falls open weakly once more, beginning to melt from the way Beomgyu has yet to pull away, feverish mouth still on your cunt as he begins to clean you up despite your weak cries of overstimulation.

Beomgyu’s face is shining from your arousal by the time he finally pulls away. He’s sitting back on his knees and looking up at you with puppy eyes as he pouts, swollen lips reddened as he takes in the way your pussy still glistens from your arousal and his spit, your body twitching from the aftershocks as you merely whine once your eyes meet.

“Felt good baby?” Yeonjun asks you, letting you go before he’s laying you back on the bed— you’re reaching out for him, grabbing his shirt and tugging him back to you in a weak attempt to get him on top of you, only to fail miserably— he chuckles softly before his hands come up, encasing your own before he’s pulling them off; his gaze darkens.

“Show me just how much you liked gyu’s attention, yeah?” he asks, and you watch with wide eyes as he begins to step away, ignoring your weak attempts to get him to come back before he’s getting comfortable on a chair across the bed; squeezing your legs together, you’re left helpless as you watch Beomgyu rise to his feet and begin to hover over you instead.

“Don’t you wanna be good for him?” Beomgyu asks, placing a tentative hand on your waist and watching as you shiver from the sensation, “For us? Hmm?”

The pathetic whine you let out in response is enough for him, watching as you shyly reach up to grab at his shirt before you’re pulling him towards you.

Beomgyu’s hands are big and warm as he places them on your thighs, sneaking to the underside and pushing them against you as he begins to spread you properly— you’re left folded and at his mercy as you simply look at him with curious eyes, fingers splayed neatly on your chest as you begin to play with your breasts absentmindedly.

You’re shameless as you watch Beomgyu take his cock out— even more so when you begin to squirm, eyes widening slightly just from the mere sight; god, he’s huge.

“What’s with the reaction baby?” Yeonjun calls out, and you’re snapped out of your daze as you look at where your boyfriend sits, slouched in the chair and palming himself casually as he watches, “Something on your mind?”

You shake your head no— but as Beomgyu slowly aligns himself with your entrance, leaking tip beginning to glide along your cunt as he spreads your arousals, you can’t hold back the shaky whimper you let out, your voice breaking from the sound as you grasp at the sheets under you.

He’s big— just like your boyfriend, who always has to take his time prepping you before he finally fucks you; the only difference here, however, is that Beomgyu has never fucked you before, so he certainly won’t be aware of the struggle he’ll be met with as his tip finally begins to prod at your entrance, testing out the waters before he finally pulls out again.

Yeonjun, however, is fully aware of this fact.

Maybe that’s why you take in the way his lips quirk up in a mischievous smile as Beomgyu finally begins to enter you— hissing at the stretch, going insanely slow due to the way you clench down on him like a vice, the feeling enough to make him cum if he’s not too careful.

You’re a trembling and squirming mess under him— your eyes are screwed shut when he grabs onto your hips, telling you to stop fucking moving as the sheer strength of his hold is enough to have you freezing.

“Shit, such a cute little thing, always begging for attention— don’t even care that it’s not your boyfriend fucking you, huh?”

God, this is so embarrassing— especially with the way you practically melt at Beomgyu’s touch, weak whimpers flowing from you the moment you feel him bottom out, hips pressed flush against yours as he simply… remains still. Clenching around him pathetically, all shame is thrown out the window as you begin to attempt fucking yourself on his cock, trying to get any stimulation you can before his fingertips are digging into your skin— a clear warning to fucking sit still, as he growls out.

Slowly, he pulls out; you can feel every vein that runs along his length from how slow he goes, your walls fluttering in a desperate attempt to keep him inside as you let out a soft whine— he quickly rams into you after that, ripping a shameless moan from you and making your body jostle back against the mattress, only to get pulled back into him by his hands.

He’s able to build his pace that way— your body is his to control as he begins fucking you, rutting into you wildly as he takes in the way your eyes glaze with pleasure, weak cries and moans escaping your mouth as he simply smiles down at you coyly.

“Beomgyu,” you hear Yeonjun say, though you don’t have the strength to look over at him as you watch Beomgyu turn his head over, his thrusts slowing to something deep and slow as the two seemingly converse— you’re unable to hear what your boyfriend says, but you know he’s up to no good as you pick up on his last words.

“Do it, you’ll see how much she likes it.”

Before you can question what he could possibly mean by that, a choked cry is leaving you; Beomgyu has returned his rough pace of fucking you, your words dying on your tongue as you’re left to pant and moan pathetically— your back arches off the bed the moment you feel his hand fall on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge of his cock inside you and watching the way you bite your lip in a failed attempt to conceal the squeal he rips out of you; the pressure of his hand makes you tighten around him more, and the laugh he lets out would be enough to embarrass you if you weren’t so fucked out.

“Like feeling me? Am I too big for you, sweet thing?” he asks, whiny and attempting to mimic your tone as he sends you a pathetic pout, no doubt a reflection of your expression, “Can you feel me, baby? Feels good?”

Your eyes roll back the moment he brings your hand over to press on the bulge yourself; you’re letting out a soft fuck that has the two men chuckling, only able to come to your senses long enough to see that Yeonjun has begun to stroke himself where he sits, dark gaze never leaving your body as he watches everything with interest.

Yeonjun is mumbling something again— it makes your heart race that you’re unable to pick up on it, much more focused on the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you to be able to pay attention to the conversation the two are having; before you can take any offense to it, Beomgyu is pulling out, the two of you hissing from the suddenness of it all before he’s guiding you to move.

“You look so pretty like this.”

Yeonjun’s smile is warm as he meets your gaze— though you’re unable to see it for much longer, your head being pushed into the mattress as Beomgyu raises your hips a little more, landing a slap to your ass before he’s thrusting into you fully in one go— you think that if your face hadn’t been buried in the sheets, you definitely would’ve been scolded for being so loud.

This position allows Beomgyu to fuck into you a little rougher; something Yeonjun told him you just go crazy for, and he knows it must be true if the way your walls flutter and suck him in are any sign, the feeling making it harder for him to not dump his load inside you then and there.

“Pull her hair,” Yeonjun grins, watching as you nuzzle your face into the mattress for comfort, “She loves when you do that— isn’t that right, baby?”

Beomgyu doesn’t need to be told twice; he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging you hard enough that you’re being pulled up, pressed flush against his chest as Beomgyu’s hand snakes around your waist and circles your clit— if it weren’t for his arms that held you up against him, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed back down from the sheer pleasure.

His hand lets go of your hair in favor to wrap around your neck; his index finger taps at your cheek as he begins to put a slight pressure, watching as you become lightheaded and struggle to open your eyes upon his request.

“Don’t you want your boyfriend to see how good you’re getting fucked?”

His words shouldn’t spur you on as much as they do— but the way Beomgyu continues to spew absolute filth in your ears paired with the way Yeonjun stares at you as though he’s ready to pounce on you any second has you nearing yet another orgasm— and judging by the way Beomgyu hisses into your ear, you’re sure he notices it.

“Shit, such a greedy thing, so desperate to get fucked that you don’t care who it is, hmm?” Beomgyu says, laughing softly at the way you begin to squirm from his grip, “Feel good? Gonna cum on my cock? Hmm? Don’t even feel guilty that your boyfriend is watching you get fucked so good, just wanna get used, isn’t that right?”

You’re barely able to keep track of the shit Beomgyu is saying— all you know is that you’re intoxicated with the way his voice sounds, strained and shaky as his broken moans interrupt his sentences, the sound of skin against skin overwhelming your senses as you finally come down— your eyes are shutting tight as you feel yourself go weak, falling limp under Beomgyu’s hold before he lets you go entirely— and you’re falling back into the mattress, grabbing desperately at the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself.

The sudden rush of blood to your head only amplifies everything as Beomgyu lets you ride out your orgasm; he’s rough and unrelenting as he chases his own high, reassuring you quietly that he’s almost there, just a bit more, be a good girl and take it, okay?

It doesn’t take long before Beomgyu’s pace is stuttering, his hands gripping your waist and using you as a fucktoy as he begins groaning that he’s close.

“Want me to cum inside?” he asks, his voice breathy and dazed as he watches the way you simply whine and nod your head, “Yeah? Dump my load and fill you up like a good cumslut? Love letting me use you how I’d like?”

A weak yes! yesyesyes! is all that leaves you before he’s burying himself as deep as he can and cumming inside you; you feel so warm and full as you feel him spurt his cum inside you, whining quietly and nuzzling more into the blankets as you let him ride his orgasm out.

A moment passes— he has yet to pull out.

“So?” Yeonjun asks, a lot closer than you expected as he suddenly takes your hair and forces you up, ignoring your weak protests with a roll of his eyes, “What do you think baby? You want more of his attention, or are you finally gonna apologize for being such a fucking bitch to me?”

You let out a noncommittal whine— Yeonjun’s brow quirks in interest, but he simply looks back at Beomgyu with a soft smile.

“Think you can dump another load in her?”

Beomgyu’s cock is already hardening inside you— the whine you let out is left in vain as Yeonjun simply directs his hardened cock to your lips, tapping his leaking tip against them as he begins to spread his arousal along them, smiling wickedly as you send him a pleading smile.

“You know how this works, doll,” he hums out, smacking his dick on your lips with a soft laugh, “You know the safe words; you say it and everything stops— so stop acting like a helpless bitch.”

Softly, his hand taps your cheek.

“Now open up, won’t you?”

You’re obedient as always as you do what he says immediately. Your eyes are watery as you allow him to use your mouth just how he likes, the vibrations of your moans from the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you making Yeonjun pathetically bite his lips to conceal his sounds— of course, it doesn’t work, and all he’s left with in the end are swollen and reddened lips you’re fighting the urge to kiss.

By the time Beomgyu is cumming inside you again, Yeonjun is above you groaning that he’s close; you’re whimpering at the feeling of being filled a second time tonight as Yeonjun takes his cock out and furrows his brows in concentration, taking in your fucked out face before he spills his load all over you; your eyes close as you feel the spurts of cum land on your lips, cheeks, and shirt, over the bold I ♡ TXT as Yeonjun only smiles with pride; you’re whimpering pathetically as Yeonjun proceeds to use his sensitive tip to spread his release across your lips, hissing quietly as your tongue darts out to lick it teasingly.

“Yeonjun,” you whimper out, looking up at your boyfriend with eyes that almost make his knees buckle, “Still need you. Want you inside me.”

He grins— how could he deny such a request?

In the blink eye, you’ve changed positions, now lying on your back— Beomgyu is no longer inside you, sending you a wolfish grin as he places one last kiss on your head, patting your thigh slyly before he’s sending you off to Yeonjun; after all your teasing and subjecting himself to watch for so long, Yeonjun can feel his refractory period turn to ashes the moment he finally slides himself inside you, your thighs dripping with Beomgyu’s cum as more comes out the moment Yeonjun bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he hisses, moving slowly before he’s forced to stop from the feeling of you clenching around him, “How are you still so tight? Did you miss me that much, pretty?”

Without a second thought, you nod— Yeonjun simply laughs at that, beginning to move slowly and watching the way your face contorts in pleasure before he’s glancing back to the chair he sat in, making eye contact with Beomgyu as he sends him a grin.

“You know, she really likes it when you do this,” he says, taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he begins to fuck you roughly; you’re yelping and crying from the overstimulation, highly sensitive as hot tears begin escaping your eyes, “Don’t you, baby? Feel good right now?”

“Too— too much, jjunie,” you hiccup, though the way your pussy tightens around him says otherwise, your hands are desperate to grab onto something as you hold onto your skirt, crumpling the fabric in your hands as you allow Yeonjun to pull your shirt up, feeling the way his expert fingers play with your breasts and tug at your nipples, the movement almost memorized at this point.

“Too much?” he coos, not slowing his pace for a second as he watches you nod, taking in your teary eyes hungrily, “Want it to stop? Gonna say the safe word?”

You don’t respond.

“‘Course you won’t,” he hums, slapping you softly and huffing out a laugh at the way his cum has begun to dry on your face, the feeling filthy as you simply whine, his hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks until your lips are forced in an open pout; he leans in, his hair brushing against your forehead as he continues to fuck you.

“You love being used as a cumdump too much to say it, don’t you?”

Without a further warning, his index finger tugs at your lower lip, forcing your mouth open a little more— then, he spits.

You come undone shortly after.

Yeonjun’s pace doesn’t slow down throughout any of it; not when you squeeze him so tight your cunt is practically choking his dick, not when you begin squirming and crying under him, and certainly not when he feels his own high approaching, only fueled even more when your pretty acrylics come up to dig at his shoulder, letting out a loud cry as he hits a particularly sensitive spot and scratching along his back, the stinging sensation enough to set Yeonjun off as he cums inside you— he sits back and watches as even more cum leaks out, your body already exhausted beyond relief as you simply let your eyes close and your chest heaves as you catch your breath.

Yeonjun is rubbing your thighs soothingly, waiting for your eyes to flutter open again before he begins to speak.

“Was that enough attention for you?” he asks— he’s hovering over you again, a mischievous smile growing on his face as he looks down at you and the mess he’s made, “I think you deserve a bit more.”

Fuck Yeonjun and his petty grudges.

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rik0shii · 2 months ago

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Hihi!! May i request a g dragon x kpop idol reader ? (Maybe she is from the group 2ne1) and its like how they fall for eachother in shared concerts , award shows , interviews etc..

sorry if this is not specific enough ^^”

Lysm!!

Stolen Glances & Silent Love

(A G-Dragon x K-pop Idol!Reader Love Story – 2NE1 Era)

G-Dragon and the reader, a 2NE1 member, slowly fall for each other through shared performances, award shows, and quiet moments backstage. Their chemistry grows over time, leading to an unspoken but undeniable connection.

hii!! tysm for requesting! i hope this is to your liking,reposts and comments are appreciated!

part 2 is here

The first time you met G-Dragon, it was backstage at your debut stage.

BIGBANG had just finished performing, their energy still radiating in the waiting room, while you and your fellow 2NE1 members were mentally preparing for your first-ever live broadcast. The nerves had kicked in, but your leader, CL, had been hyping you up, telling you that everything would be fine.

Then, in the middle of that chaotic moment, a voice cut through.

“Nervous?”

You turned to see G-Dragon, leaning against the doorway, watching you with an amused but understanding gaze. You had admired him for years—who hadn’t? He was G-Dragon, the leader of BIGBANG, the genius behind some of K-pop’s biggest hits.

“A little,” you admitted, gripping your mic.

“Good,” he chuckled. “Means you care. Just don’t forget to have fun. YG picked you girls for a reason.”

He gave you a small nod before walking off, and as simple as it was, his words stuck with you.

That night, you performed like your life depended on it. And when you came off stage, the first person you made eye contact with was him. He was watching, smiling, and clapping.

That was the beginning.

Award Shows & Hidden Conversations

As 2NE1’s success skyrocketed, your interactions with G-Dragon became more frequent. YG Family was close, and between overlapping schedules, joint performances, and year-end award shows, you found yourself in his orbit often.

One of the most memorable moments happened at an MAMA Awards show.

2NE1 and BIGBANG were seated at the same table, and cameras frequently cut to your reactions throughout the night. You were mindful of your expressions, but whenever something funny happened on stage, you and Jiyong would instinctively glance at each other.

It was a game you two had—sharing silent conversations across the room.

When 2NE1 was announced as the Best Female Group, the entire YG table erupted in cheers, but your eyes sought out Jiyong’s first. He grinned at you, clapping enthusiastically, and as you walked past him to get to the stage, he leaned in ever so slightly and murmured,

“Told you you had that fire.”

You almost tripped in your heels.

Later that night, while waiting for the encore stage, you found yourself standing next to him backstage. The two of you watched as idols from different companies congratulated each other, some exchanging polite bows, others hugging excitedly.

“You should enjoy this more,” Jiyong suddenly said.

You tilted your head. “I am enjoying it.”

He smirked. “No, I mean… let yourself have fun. Don’t get so caught up in the pressure.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re G-Dragon. You own the stage.”

For a second, something shifted in his expression. He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, CL called for you, and just like that, the moment was gone.

But it lingered in your mind for a long time after.

Interviews & Subtle Flirting

The industry started noticing the way you and G-Dragon interacted.

During a variety show appearance, a segment about ideal types came up. One of the MCs jokingly asked,

“YG artists are close, right? Have you ever had a crush on someone from your company?”

Your members laughed and teased each other, but you only smiled and took a sip of water.

Then, the MC turned to Jiyong, who was also a guest on the show.

“How about you, GD? Anyone from YG catch your eye?”

The question was innocent, but the moment it was asked, you felt CL and Dara subtly glance at you. Trying to stay composed, you kept your expression neutral.

Jiyong smirked. “YG has a lot of talented people. Hard not to be impressed.”

The MCs weren’t satisfied. “Come on, give us a name!”

He tapped his chin playfully, pretending to think. Then, with a casual shrug, he said, “Well, I’ve always thought someone with… a strong stage presence and great energy is attractive.”

It was vague enough to be safe, but everyone at the table knew who he meant.

Your members giggled, nudging you, while you simply rolled your eyes and tried to focus on your drink. But the warmth on your cheeks betrayed you.

Shared Stages, Shared Feelings

Things escalated during a YG Family Concert.

For a special collaboration stage, you were paired with G-Dragon for a remix of one of his solo songs.

Rehearsals were fun—he was playful, always finding ways to make you laugh. He’d tease you about your dance moves, challenge you to freestyle battles, and even joke about how you were too serious about nailing the performance.

“If we mess up, just blame it on me,” he’d say. “I’m used to taking the heat.”

But when the real performance happened, the atmosphere changed.

There was something different in the way he looked at you under the stage lights, the way his hand lingered on your waist a second too long, the way your voices blended effortlessly.

Fans noticed. Your members noticed. Even YG himself raised an eyebrow.

And after the show, when you found yourselves alone in the hallway, catching your breath, Jiyong simply looked at you and smirked.

“That was fun.”

You exhaled, still processing everything. “Yeah… it was.”

He tilted his head. “You’re thinking too much again.”

You shot him a look. “You always say that.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Because it’s true.”

And just like that, he walked off, leaving you standing there with your heart pounding.

Late-Night Conversations & Quiet Confessions

The more time passed, the more stolen moments you two shared.

Late-night studio visits where he’d play you unreleased tracks and ask for your opinion. Messages exchanged between busy schedules. Inside jokes whispered during interviews.

One night, after a particularly long day of rehearsals, you found yourself on the YG rooftop, staring at the city skyline. The air was cool, and without thinking, he draped his jacket over your shoulders.

“You ever think about what comes after all this?” he asked.

You glanced at him. “Sometimes. But I don’t know if I want to imagine a future without music.”

He smiled, nodding. “Same. But lately… I think I’d want a future with someone who understands it, too.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe he wasn’t just talking about music anymore.

The Beginning of Something More

There was no dramatic confession. No grand gestures.

Just stolen glances, quiet conversations, and a slow realization that somewhere along the way, between concerts, award shows, and late-night talks, you had fallen for each other.

And maybe—just maybe—he had fallen first.

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satsugacafe · 22 days ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Gin, Unohana, Byakuya and Aizen

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello minaaaa<333 Can i request switching body with aizen,byakuya,gin & unohana?

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Hi 👋 This was loads of fun to write, especially Gin’s part. Thank you so much for the request. Hope you all enjoy it!!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Mayuri’s experimentation went wrong, resulting in you and your lover swapping bodies.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𖦹 Ichimaru Gin

˚₊‧꒰ა When you and Gin accidentally swapped bodies thanks to Mayuri’s reckless experimentation, his initial reaction was amusement. He stared at you—well, his own body—with that usual fox-like smirk, tilting his head. “Well, ain’t this interestin’? D’you think it’s permanent?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You, on the other hand, were not as entertained. Standing there in Gin’s lanky frame, feeling too tall and uncomfortably loose in the sleeves of his Shihakusho, you gave him a deadpan look. “I swear, if this doesn’t wear off, I’m going to strangle Mayuri.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He laughed, but hearing it come from your mouth was deeply unsettling. He lifted your hand and flexed the fingers, testing out the movement. “Yer hands are smaller than I thought. Dainty, almost.” He wiggled your fingers, then tried making a fist. “Reckon I could still throw a punch with these.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Moving felt entirely wrong. Gin was a good bit taller than you, so suddenly being able to see over the heads of people you normally had to crane your neck for was downright strange. Your centre of gravity was different, too—every step felt awkward, like wearing clothes two sizes too big.

˚₊‧꒰ა Gin, however, adjusted way too quickly for comfort. He was already walking around in your body like it was no different than slipping on a new haori, his movements smooth, precise—until he caught sight of himself in a reflective surface.

˚₊‧꒰ა He stopped dead. Stared. Blinked. “Ohhh, that’s unsettling,” he muttered. “I don’t like that.” He turned his head slightly, making your face tilt in the reflection, and immediately shivered. “Nope. No thank you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You crossed your arms, struggling to look menacing in his stupidly lanky body. “How do you think I feel?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He turned to you, now smirking again. “Y’know, I could cause so much trouble like this.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Gin, I swear to—”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Imagine the pranks,” he continued. “I could go up to people and say the most bizarre things. Tell Captain Hitsugaya he owes me fifty thousand Kan for a bet. Tell Rangiku I’m quitting the Gotei 13 to start a bakery. The possibilities are endless.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You gave him the most exasperated glare you could muster. “I am begging you not to get me arrested.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The real nightmare began when you realised you had to actually function in each other’s bodies until Mayuri figured out a way to fix this mess. Gin was too amused by the whole situation to be helpful. “S’pose you’ll have to go to my Captain meetin’ today,” he said, utterly unbothered.

˚₊‧꒰ა You stiffened. “Excuse me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He hummed. “Can’t go missin’, now can I? Yer gonna have to put on that creepy smile ‘n’ pretend you belong.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Absolutely not. I’ll ruin your reputation.” His grin widened. “Perfect.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You, of course, had no choice but to go. Sitting in a Captain’s meeting, trying to imitate Gin’s mannerisms, was the most painful experience of your life. Every time you caught Aizen watching you too intently, your stomach twisted. Did he suspect something? Or was he just always this unnervingly observant?

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, Gin was absolutely abusing the situation. He was wandering around as you, being far too friendly with people, testing just how much he could get away with before someone noticed something was off.

˚₊‧꒰ა He ran into Renji at one point and gave him the most unsettlingly pleasant smile. “How’s yer day been, Abarai?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Renji squinted at you (him). “...Fine?” Gin leaned in a little too close, hands behind his back. “Doin’ anythin’ fun later?” Renji immediately took a step back. “Are you feeling alright?” “Never better.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment Gin figured out how to tie up your hair the way you usually did, he made sure to do it as neatly as possible just to prove he could. He adjusted your Shihakusho properly, even went so far as to check his reflection and tilt his head, admiring his work. “Yer a pretty thing,” he mused to himself, seemingly unbothered by the fact he was complimenting himself in your body.

˚₊‧꒰ა You, on the other hand, had given up trying to figure out how he functioned in his ridiculous frame. Every time you moved, you felt like you were flailing. “How do you fight in this thing?” you grumbled, tugging at the too-long sleeves.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Talent,” he said smugly.

˚₊‧꒰ა Mayuri, after far too much time and a lot of unnecessary mocking, finally found a way to reverse the swap. Gin sighed dramatically as he looked down at his hands, now properly his again. “Kinda a shame,” he said. “Was fun while it lasted.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You stared at him. “Do not ever let Mayuri experiment on you again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He grinned. “No promises.”

𖦹 Unohana Retsu

˚₊‧꒰ა When you and Unohana swapped bodies thanks to Mayuri’s reckless experiment, there was a moment of complete and utter silence as you both registered what had just happened. She was standing there, serene as ever, examining her hands—your hands—with a calmness that was far too unsettling given the situation.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Fascinating,” she murmured, flexing your fingers experimentally.

˚₊‧꒰ა You, in her body, were far less composed. The sheer weight of her presence, the way her very stance carried authority, made your heart race. You could feel her immense spiritual pressure, coiled beneath the surface like a beast waiting to be unleashed.

˚₊‧꒰ა “How do you walk around like this all the time?” you blurted out. “I feel like I’m going to break something by accident.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She gave you a small, knowing smile—except it was on your face, which made it infinitely worse. “You’ll adjust.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Moving in her body felt like piloting some ancient, powerful machine. Every motion was too fluid, too precise. There was no wasted energy. You turned your head, and it felt purposeful. You moved your hand, and it carried a weight that made people instinctively straighten up.

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, Unohana was adjusting remarkably well. She walked around in your body as if she had always belonged there, her posture impeccable, her movements graceful. The only thing throwing it off was that she still carried herself like a Captain, and people around her seemed deeply unsettled by it.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Are you…alright?” Isane asked hesitantly. “Never better,” Unohana replied, smiling sweetly. Isane looked like she wanted to flee.

˚₊‧꒰ა You had the horrifying realisation that, as Unohana, you had to go to the 4th Division and act as if nothing was wrong. You nearly had a heart attack when people started calling you “Captain.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Unohana, on the other hand, found the entire situation amusing. “You’ll do fine,” she assured you, standing there in your body with an air of eerie patience.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No, I won’t,” you hissed. “I don’t even know half the medical terms you do!”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Then it will be a learning experience,” she said, ever so helpfully.

˚₊‧꒰ა You managed to get through the day without killing anyone, but it was one of the most stressful experiences of your life.

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, Unohana had no issues adapting. She took over your daily tasks with ease, though her overly composed demeanour in your body made people deeply uncomfortable.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Why do you look like you’re about to kill someone?” one of your colleagues asked nervously.

˚₊‧꒰ა Unohana simply smiled. “Am I?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The swap was eventually reversed, but not before you suffered permanent second-hand embarrassment from how much authority Unohana had while looking like you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Let’s never do that again,” you muttered once you were back in your own body.

˚₊‧꒰ა She simply smiled, as if considering it. “We shall see.”

𖦹 Kuchiki Byakuya

˚₊‧꒰ა Byakuya, standing in your body, was as expressionless as ever, though there was a distinct, sharp glint in his eyes as he examined his—your?—hands with the scrutiny of a man assessing a flawed painting. He flexed your fingers once, slow and methodical, then finally looked at you—himself. “Unacceptable.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You scoffed, already feeling like the sheer weight of his noble dignity was suffocating you. “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather be stuck in Kurotsuchi’s body instead?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He ignored your remark, glancing down at himself once more with a deep frown. “This situation is unsightly.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “No kidding. I think I just aged twenty years from the stress.” You attempted to cross your arms but quickly realised the combination of the scarf and haori made any casual movement feel clunky and unnatural. “How do you function like this?”

˚₊‧꒰ა “With discipline,” he stated.

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, he was adjusting to your body with far more composure than you’d have liked. He moved with careful precision, testing each step as if measuring the way your body carried itself. Despite the unnaturalness of it, he was already standing straighter than you normally did, and there was something almost eerie about seeing your own face maintain his usual impassive expression.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You slouch too much,” he finally commented, voice as calm as ever.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Yeah? Well, you have too many layers on. I feel like I’m being smothered by fabric.” You tugged at the scarf. “How do you breathe with this thing?”

˚₊‧꒰ა “It is a symbol of my status,” he said, with that distinct air of nobility. “You will not remove it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You paused, glaring at him. “So I have to suffer because of your status?”

˚₊‧꒰ა “That is correct.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The real nightmare started when you realised this meant you had to act as each other until Mayuri fixed whatever disaster he had caused. You barely got through a minute in Byakuya’s body without someone bowing to you, their overly formal greetings making you want to dig a hole and disappear.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Captain Kuchiki,” Renji greeted you with a respectful nod, completely unaware of the horror playing out in your mind.

˚₊‧꒰ა You stiffened. “Ah, yes. Lieutenant Abarai.” You tried to sound vaguely like Byakuya, but it came out forced. Renji didn’t seem to notice.

˚₊‧꒰ა Unfortunately, he started reporting something about squad affairs, and you had to pretend to know what he was talking about. You nodded occasionally, trying to maintain Byakuya’s usual silence, but it only seemed to make Renji nervous.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Captain…are you feeling alright?” “Of course,” you said, a little too quickly. “...You just blinked at me.” “And?” “You never blink at me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, Byakuya was handling your responsibilities with unsettling efficiency, though his presence in your body was throwing everyone off. He carried himself like he was still a noble, every step precise, every gesture controlled. The only problem was that it looked absolutely bizarre on you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Are you angry about something?” one of your friends asked cautiously.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No.” “Then…why are you glaring?” “I am not.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You eventually had to attend a Captain’s meeting, which was the single most horrifying experience of your life. Sitting there, pretending to be Byakuya while surrounded by people who could likely tell something was wrong was pure agony.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yamamoto barely looked up and Kyoraku kept glancing at you with curiosity, but you somehow survived. The worst part was when Mayuri made a smug remark about ‘unexpected consequences of brilliant science,’ and you had to physically stop yourself from throwing something at him.

˚₊‧꒰ა You nearly cried in relief when Mayuri finally announced he had a solution, though you weren’t entirely sure he hadn’t made the situation worse just to torment you both. When you finally returned to your body, you let out a long, exhausted sigh, rolling your shoulders to shake off the unbearable weight of Byakuya’s noble composure.

˚₊‧꒰ა Of course, he barely reacted, simply smoothing out his uniform and adjusting his scarf with perfect ease. “Let us not allow this to happen again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Oh, trust me,” you muttered. “I’d rather die than go through that again.”

𖦹 Aizen Sosuke

˚₊‧꒰ა When you and Aizen accidentally swapped bodies, you both stood in eerie silence for a long moment, processing the sheer absurdity of the situation. Aizen’s usual composed expression was now on your face, while you were trapped in his—taller, broader, heavier with spiritual pressure than anything you’d ever felt before.

˚₊‧꒰ა He finally broke the silence, tilting his—your—head slightly with an intrigued glint in his eyes. “Fascinating,” he mused, flexing your fingers as if he were testing a new instrument. “I never expected to experience the world from this perspective.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You, meanwhile, were trying not to panic. Every single movement felt unnatural. His body was too strong, too precise—every step felt calculated, every breath strangely powerful. And the weight of his reiatsu coiled inside you like an unshackled beast, pressing against the world around you in a way that made you feel like you might crush something by accident.

˚₊‧꒰ა “How do you control this?” you blurted out, gripping the edge of the nearest surface for stability.

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen turned to look at you—himself—wearing that calm, unreadable smile that looked utterly strange on your face. “With ease.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You scowled. “That’s not helpful.” “You’ll adapt.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The way he adjusted so smoothly to your body was downright unnerving. He straightened your posture immediately, refined his movements, and spoke in his usual composed tone—but with your voice, which made it infinitely worse.

˚₊‧꒰ა People were going to notice. And they did.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Are you feeling alright?” Gin asked at one point, peering a little too closely at your face—Aizen’s face—with a knowing smirk. “You look…different.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You resisted the urge to groan. “I’m fine,” you said as neutrally as possible, but it came out too stiff, too forced.

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, Aizen was handling your daily tasks with unsettling ease. No one even questioned his behaviour. If anything, people seemed more at ease around him, as if your usual presence had been enhanced somehow.

˚₊‧꒰ა The real nightmare began when you had to attend Captain meetings in his place. Sitting among the other Captains, trying to exude the effortless authority Aizen always carried, was one of the most stressful experiences of your life.

˚₊‧꒰ა You weren’t sure whether it was your own nerves or if the other Captains were genuinely watching you more than usual, but you felt like every single move was being scrutinised.

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen, however, was absolutely unbothered. He wandered around in your body, going about the day as if nothing was amiss. He had already adapted to your mannerisms perfectly, adjusting his movements to suit your usual behaviour.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Are you enjoying yourself?” you hissed at him when you finally had a moment alone.

˚₊‧꒰ა He turned to you with an unreadable expression, your face wearing his signature knowing smile. “Immensely.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You clenched your jaw. “You’re a menace.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “And you’re learning valuable lessons in control,” he countered smoothly. “It’s quite enlightening, isn’t it?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You wanted to throw something at him.

˚₊‧꒰ა The worst part was trying to suppress his absurdly powerful reiatsu. It wasn’t just overwhelming—it was suffocating. You once tried to open a door and sent it flying off its hinges due to the amount of reiatsu naturally oozing off him.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re holding back too much,” Aizen observed at one point, watching you from your own body with mild amusement. “Relax. Let it settle naturally.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “Easy for you to say,” you snapped. “You’ve had decades to control this. I’ve had half a day.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Then, in the most infuriatingly calm manner possible, he said, “Perhaps this will teach you something useful.” You had to resist the urge to strangle him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Meanwhile, Aizen was clearly enjoying the experience far too much. He was learning everything he could about your body, testing the limits of its physical abilities with subtle precision.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Your muscles are tenser than I expected,” he remarked at one point, flexing your fingers experimentally. “You should stretch more.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “I swear to god, Aizen.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He smirked. “Now, now. Is that any way to speak to yourself?”

˚₊‧꒰ა You were going to die of second-hand embarrassment when this was all over.

˚₊‧꒰ა The swap lasted far longer than you would have liked, (not without you threatening to use Kyoka Suigetsu on Mayuri) but eventually, he figured out a way to reverse it—though not without a ridiculous amount of smug commentary about how “interesting” the data was.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you finally returned to your own body, you nearly collapsed from sheer relief. Aizen, of course, was completely composed, adjusting his sleeves as if nothing had happened. He gave you a lingering glance before remarking, “That was quite the experience.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You narrowed your eyes. “You are never allowed to bring this up again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He simply smiled. “We’ll see.”

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sophia laforteza x fem!reader

synopsis જ⁀➴ after your encounter with sophia the previous night, you think it won't happen again. that is, until she finds you again, and asks a question you haven't heard in a long time.

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“WHAT?!”

“Dani, calm dow-”

“How am I supposed to calm down?!”

“It's nothing, really-”

“She walked you here and gave you her umbrella!???”

You let out a long sigh, rubbing your temples as Daniela sits in her bed across from you in yours. You had just made the mistake of telling her what happened last night when Sophia walked you back to the dorms and gave you the umbrella. You expected this reaction, honestly. But it was a lot for just waking up at ten in the morning

“Yes, she walked me back and gave me her umbrella,” You say slowly so she understands. “It's not that big of a deal.”

“Obviously it is!” Daniela jumps to her feet. “She has never even taken a glance in our direction and now all of a sudden she is trying to talk to you? It's a big deal, Yn!”

“No, it's not!” You groan, falling backward onto your bed.

“Why did you even agree to her walking you back?” Daniela questions, her arms crossed over her chest.

You hesitate before answering. “I don't know,” You mumble.

“Don't lie to me, Yn,” Daniela tells you.

“I just…” You sigh again, sitting up to look at your friend. “I guess…I just wanted to see what would happen if I said yes. She seemed genuine so I let her,” You admit, fiddling with your hands anxiously.

Daniela tries not to sigh at your response. She figured that would be a reason, but she didn't think you would actually agree for Sophia Laforteza to walk you across the campus. “Did anyone see you two?” She asks.

You shake your head, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands. “I don't think so. It was raining pretty bad so I doubt anyone would’ve been able to see.”

“Well, that's good,” Daniela nods. “You know what’ll happen if people find out she's talking to you.”

“Yeah,” You acknowledge, nodding your head. “It's probably the only time it’ll happen, so I’m not going to stress on it.”

“Let's try to keep it that way. I don't need to lose my best friend to some petty popular rich girl,” Daniela says, sitting next to you on your bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I love you a shit ton, Yn. I don't want you getting hurt if she does talk to you again. Promise me you'll at least be safe?”

“You won't lose me, Dani,” You reply, leaning your head against her shoulder. “But, I promise. Trust me, I seriously don't think anything will happen. She was probably just being nice.”

“Yeah, nice,” Daniela mutters but you don't hear it.

…

Earlier that morning, Intak was practicing with the soccer team. Now, despite being the best center the team has seen in years, Intak didn't get along well with his teammates. They were basically dumb popular jocks, and they essentially shunned him after he denied wanting to hang out with the popular kids, wanting to hang out with you guys instead. He didn't mind it, though. The guys were assholes anyway.

He kicked the ball into the goal when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to see one of his teammates.

“Yo, Sophia’s asking for you. Dunno why, just don't be a loser,” The teammate tells Intak.

“Sophia?” Intak tilts his head to the side before looking over to the bleachers and seeing Sophia standing at the edge of the field. “Yeah, uh, okay.” He says before jogging over to the girl.

“Intak!” Sophia smiles when he reaches her. “Sorry if I interrupted.”

“No, you-you're good!” Intak responds, running his hand through his sweaty hair. He is confused about why she's talking to him, and that she even knows his name. But, he isn't going to say that. “So, uh, what did you wanna talk to me about?” He asks her.

“Well,” Sophia clasps her hands together. “I wanted to ask about Yn.” She smiles at him.

“Huh?” Intak lets out, looking at the girl with confusion. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Sophia answers. “You're always around her so I figured you might know something about her that no one else does.”

Intak is growing more and more confused the more Sophia says, and it's evident in the way his eyebrows are furrowed together. “Okay…” His voice trails off. “You're not planning on doing something bad, are you? Because Dani and I will kick your ass if you even try to,” He says firmly, pointing at the girl.

“What?! No! No, no!” Sophia quickly shakes her head. “I’m just– I want to get to know her, is all.”

Intak eyes her for a moment, attempting to see if she's lying or not. It's hard to tell, but he nods his head slowly. “Okay. What do you wanna know?” He asks hesitantly.

Sophia smiles again at his question. “Just the basics,” She replies.

Intak nods again, glancing back at his teammates seemingly not caring that he's talking to Sophia before looking back at her. “Sure,” He says.

After talking with Sophia during the remainder of practice, Intak was walking through the halls while texting the group chat as he drank his water. He had yet to say he talked to Sophia, knowing the reaction he would get out of you all. He figured it’d be better to say it in person.

He did end up telling Sophia what she wanted to know, just some basic random things about you like your favorite color, food, what classes you were in, and stuff like that. He thought it was weird, but he was too nice to say no when she told him she would help him get back on good terms with his team. She was probably lying, but then again, maybe it was good for you to make some new friends. He wanted new friends too, but he loved you guys too much to try and become friends with others. Especially when your group was already labeled as the “loser group”.

Intak stopped abruptly when he read the message you sent to the group chat. Explaining what happened with Sophia last night and it clicked in his brain. “Oh my god,” He mumbles to himself. He types a response on his phone before calling you, which you pick up immediately.

“Intak, don't freak-”

“Yn, what the shit?!” Intak whisper-yells into the phone as he starts to walk again.

“Look, I already dealt with this with Dani, so please don't make a big deal out of this.”

“How do I not?!” Intak says, looking around to not bump into anyone.

“By not freaking out!”

“This is a big deal, Yn!” Intak retorts. “You don- You don’t understand! Sophia was just at my practice asking random ass questions about you!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Just meet me at the bleachers, I’m going to find Hoon and bring him with. Try to find Dani if you can,” Intak tells you, turning a corner to go where Sunghoon’s dorm was. “I really don’t like this, Yn.”

“You all need to stop worrying, it’s not that big of a deal. You’re all blowing this way out of proportion. But, whatever. I’ll see you at the bleachers, I guess.”

“Thank yo-” Intak can get out before you hang up the phone. He pulls the phone away from his ear and lets out a sigh, continuing to walk to the dorms.

…

Sunghoon laid on his bed, or, what he thought was his bed. It was nearing ten a.m. when the sun peeked through the blinds causing his eyes to open groggily. He lifted his head off the pillow and grabbed his glasses, putting them on and looking to his side. His eyes went wide at the sight.

“Fuck,” He whispered to himself.

Quietly but quickly, Sunghoon got out of the bed and started searching for his clothes in the dorm room he had only been in twice before. He put his shirt on backwards accidentally, almost tripping over his pants before slipping on his shoes. He looked over to the other male in the bed when he heard movement, quietly grabbing his bag before exiting the room as quickly as possible. He glanced around to see if anyone was around before scurrying off to whatever class he was supposed to be in.

Sunghoon hurried down the hallway when suddenly he was grabbed by the back — or rather, the front of his shirt, halting him in his tracks. He let out a yelp before realizing it was Intak. “What the heck, Intak?” He grumbled.

“Your shirt’s on backwards,” Intak tells him, letting go and walking to stand in front of him. “Whose dorm were you just in?”

“What?” Sunghoon questions as he pulls his shirt to see the tag in front of his chest. “I was in my dorm.” He lies.

“Then why didn't you answer any of the group chat texts?” Intak inquires, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was studying with Yn. You know how midterms are. I slept in for once, sue me,” Sunghoon lies again. “She and I actually study.”

Intak’s eyes narrow, catching the lie. “That's funny. Because Yn just told the group chat that she went straight to the dorms after her last class and that Sophia Laforteza walked her back.”

Sunghoon tenses up at Intak’s response. He was caught in his lie and found out you talked to Sophia again. “She what?” He lets out. “Why?”

“Who were you with?” Intak counters.

“Why does it matter?” Sunghoon retaliates. “I’m not allowed to have other friends?”

“You don't have other friends, Hoon,” Intak tells him. “We both know that.”

Sunghoon shifts on his feet, clearly anxious as he tries to come up with a response. “I was with someone, yes,” He acknowledges. “But, that's not important. Why is Sophia talking to Yn?”

“Dunno,” Intak shrugs. “C’mon, we’re heading to the bleachers to talk about it.”

“Wh- I have a class I’m supposed to be in,” Sunghoon responds.

Intak rolls his eyes at his friend’s words. “Dude, who gives a damn? C’mon,” He says, grabbing Sunghoon’s arm and starting to drag him down the halls.

“What the- Intak, you can’t just- Whatever,” Sunghoon tries, but knows his words will fall deaf on Intak’s ears. He lets the other male drag him to the bleachers, where the group normally went to sit and talk when on campus grounds.

Once they got to the bleachers, you were sitting there with Daniela talking. Looking in the boys’ direction, you raise an eyebrow when you see Sunghoon’s shirt.

“You know your shirt is on backwards, Hoon?” You ask him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sunghoon nods, putting his bag down and sitting down next to you. “What happened? I haven’t had a chance to read the messages,” He says, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with his shirt before putting them back on.

“Well!” Daniela speaks up before you. “Our lovely Yn here apparently had Sophia talk to her again. And walked her back to the dorm. And gave her some fucking umbrella.”

You reach your hand over to Daniela’s which was balled into a fist, resting on top of it while looking at Sunghoon who was staring back in confusion.

“She what?” He lets out, confused. “Why?”

“That's what we're trying to figure out,” Daniela tells him.

“Guys, I seriously don't think it's that big of a deal!” You sigh loudly.

“Well, it’s odd, you have to admit,” Sunghoon says. “For someone who has never looked in our direction before, don’t you think it’s a little odd that suddenly she’s speaking to you?”

“Well–” You start.

“She also asked me a bunch of random shit about you!” Intak interrupts.

“What?” Daniela and Sunghoon both look at Intak.

“Yeah!” The boy nods quickly. “It was super weird, how did she even know I was on the team? Let alone that practice was today?!”

“See! More weird things!” Daniela exclaims, swinging around her hand that wasn’t being held by you. “This doesn’t make any sense!’

“You’re overthinking it!” You stand up abruptly, letting go of Daniela’s hand. The three all look at you with wide eyes, going silent at your sudden outburst. “For the first time since we came to this school, someone has shown a little bit of interest in me! And instead of being supportive friends, you think it’s some kind of lie or something!”

“Yn–”

“No! I’m not going to listen to this shit anymore!” You cut off Daniela, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “You guys really suck sometimes.” You shake your head and start stomping away.

“Shit, Yn!” Daniela starts to get up but stops when Sunghoon puts his hand on her shoulder.

“Let her go,” He tells her. “She needs some time.”

“Whatever.” Daniela smacks his hand off her shoulder. “I still don't like this.”

“Me either!” Intak groans dramatically. “It's only going to end bad.”

“Drop it.” Sunghoon snaps at the two, making them look at him with surprise. “Like she said, we should be supportive of someone talking to Yn, even if it is Sophia. We shouldn't interfere if she doesn't want us to. Okay?” He glances between the two.

“Okay,” Intak says with a nod.

“That means you too, Dani.” Sunghoon looks at the blonde. “You're on thin ice already where you are. Don't fuck it up.”

“Okay,” Daniela grumbles under her breath.

…

Walking down the hallway with your earbuds playing music, you find yourself where you always end up – the empty music room.

Closing the door behind you, you take one of your earbuds out, letting it hang by the cord as you set your things down on one of the small tables. Sitting down, you pull out your notebook and pen from your bag, setting them down in front of you. You flip through the first few pages before stopping on a page.

For the past few months you’d been working on different songs, and thankfully with the school having a recording studio, you could actually get somewhere with it. You have nine finished songs that just need to be recorded, and one last one you were still struggling with writing the lyrics for. It was rare for you to get stuck once you got started, but as you reread the words on the page, you still couldn’t come up with anything.

Despite doing it solely for fun, it was stressful at the same time. At least, right now it was. You tap the pen on the table while continuing to gaze at the words, nothing coming up in your mind of what to write the chorus. All you had done was the first verse, and you had no idea where it was going.

“God…” You groan, resting your head on the notebook.

“Struggling?”

You jump at the voice, sitting up and quickly closing your notebook, and turning your head to see Sophia standing there. “How long were you standing there?” You ask.

“Just now,” Sophia answers. “Didn't mean to scare you like last time.” She smiles sheepishly.

“It's fine,” You mumble. “Are you stalking me or something? How did you know I was here?”

“Coincidence?” Sophia says. “I saw you storming away from the bleachers and followed you.”

One of your eyebrows raises at this. “Why?”

“Well, you looked upset,” She shrugs. “I expected you to be here of all places anyway.”

“Well you found me,” You wave your arms up before they land back at your sides. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to ask you something.” Sophia takes a few steps towards you.

You couldn't lie, you were curious now. What did she want to ask you? And why was she asking it now, when you were alone? “Okay…” Your voice trails off. “Spit it out.”

“There's a party my friend is hosting this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

What?

You stare at the girl for a few moments, blinking occasionally trying to process her words. “I’m sorry, you want me to what?” You finally say, looking at her with confusion.

“You don't have to say yes,” Sophia is quick to say once seeing the look on your face. “I just thought maybe you’d want to go with me.”

What.

Your lips are parted in surprise at her words, struggling to figure out a response. While you hate parties and haven't been to one since you were in high school, part of you wants to say yes. “What do you mean by with you?” You question, needing a real confirmation before you answer.

“It's a plus one kinda thing,” Sophia replies. “He doesn't like too many people showing up, it causes too many problems.” She pauses for a second before continuing. “You’d be with me the whole time, and I promise nothing will happen to you.”

You try to hide the shock you're in, but it is evident with your wide eyes as she continues talking. She says it like it's nothing, like it's the truth. And it has you believing it is.

“When is this party?” You ask.

Sophia’s smile turns into a grin at your question. “This Saturday.”

Nodding your head, you pick up your notebook and put it back in your bag, zipping it up and putting it on your shoulder. You walk up to Sophia, standing in front of her close enough that she can see the barely noticeable smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “Give me your phone,” You say.

Sophia doesn't ask why or say anything, pulling her phone out and handing it over to you. You open the contacts and put your number in before handing the phone back to her. “Then you'll text me just to confirm, right?”

Sophia takes her phone back and nods her head, surprised by your actions but trying not to show it. “Yeah,” She says. “Yeah, I will.”

“I’ll be waiting, Laforteza.” You start walking out of the room, leaving Sophia standing there with her phone still in her hands like an idiot.

That was easier than she expected it to be. And it wouldn't have been if not for the mini argument with your friends minutes prior. But, then why was Sophia’s heart beating incredibly fast? Why did she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when you left the room? Why was she surprised by your actions?

…

“Where the hell is she?”

“Doing what you told her to do.”

“Well, it shouldn't take this long!”

“Maybe she has to convince her. It would probably take a while.”

“I can hear you talking about me from a mile away,” Sophia pops up behind the group, making them all jump.

“Jesus, Soph!” Jay sighs loudly. “What the fuck?”

“What? It's not my fault you talk loud.” The Filipina shrugs, sitting down next to him at the table.

“Well, did you ask her?” He asks, putting his phone down.

“I did.” Sophia nods. “And she said yes.”

“Really?” The three let out, looking at Sophia with surprise.

“Did you bribe her?” Lara asks.

“No.” Sophia shakes her head. “I didn't even have to convince her!”

“Wow,” Manon lets out. “That's a shocker.”

“Totally,” Jay agrees.

“But, that means whatever you’re doing is working.”

“Yeah, which is a good thing.” Lara nods. “I mean, it’s like you said, how could anyone resist you?”

“Right,” Sophia responds, nodding her head.

While the three talked, Sophia zoned out for a few minutes. The plan was working, but she didn’t even really know what she was doing for it to work. She had caught herself hesitant to even enter the music room when she saw you storming off inside, and that was new. Sophia never hesitated for anything. She knew what she wanted, she did what she wanted, and she would get what she wanted. But, she didn’t know what she wanted. That was a first. She was well put together and didn’t have issues with a lot of things. But, this was already steering in a different direction just by your actions. She didn’t know what to do about it.

“Sophia, are you listening?”

“What?” Sophia looks over at the three.

“We need you to buy booze for the party, can you do that?” Manon asks.

“Yeah, sure.” Sophia nods.

“Cool, it’s gonna be a real banger,” Jay smiles.

Sophia just nods again, a fake smile on her face as she listens to them start talking again, her mind wandering to different things.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.

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gf headcanons

marvel masterlist | request rules | ko-fi

summary: gf headcanons with marvel women for pride month<3

characters: carol danvers, valkyrie, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, yelena belova, lady loki

reader: f!reader

warnings: yelena's part is bsf hcs instead of gf hcs since she's canonically aroace, there is a nsfw part for each (minus yelena) that will be marked, i think the sexualities are a mix of actual canon and my canon? idk but they're canon to me✌🏼,not proofread, the image of valkyrie should be straight up illegal ty and gn

a/n: happy pride everyone! i decided to celebrate by writing gf headcanons for some of my favorite marvel girls, and somehow i've turned just the sweet hcs they were supposed to be into them also being spicy so there's that lmao i hope you enjoy<33

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

likes to go out on walks with you in the morning

even if you're not the biggest morning person, she's still dragging you out of bed in order to get outside

gives you piggy back rides back to the house after the walk when you're too tired to walk back

on the occasional occurrence that you're both up before sunrise, you'll sit on the roof together to watch the sun rise in the horizon

you both try camping once and it was going okay until a bear ate all your food in the middle of the night and it started raining shortly after so you had to pack up and go home

really likes the feel of your hand in hers

throughout the time you were in the woods, she wouldn't let go of your hand, even when you were sleeping

if you weren't the adventurous before her, you are when you're with her

keeps a blanket in the car for if you fall asleep while you're both out late

road trips are a must for her

she loves driving around not having a destination in mind and just going until you find something cool

will have dance parties in the living room and compete on who can put together the stupidest outfit

definitely has the drunk karaoke vibes, just saying

{NSFW}

she knows exactly what to do to get you riled up

walks around with tight crop tops and shorts

teases you for being 'needy' when she knows that she's making you that way

makes it her mission to make you so needy that you can't help but grind on her

loves watching you lose control on her

will grab your jaw to force you to look at her

if you try to keep quiet she'll force your mouth open so she can hear your moans

will sit back and watch you squirm around on her lap until you plead for her to help you

you regret saying anything when she looks at you with that smirk on her face moments before she completely wrecks you

kisses the tears away when they roll down your cheeks at how sensitive she's making you

encourages you that you'll be able to do "just one more"

it's never 'just one more'

never pushes you too far, only far enough to where she knows you can take it

loves having you sit on her face so she can feel your body writhe against her

will force your thighs down onto her when you're hesitant to release your entire weight onto her

knows all the right spots to lick and twist her tongue on to get all her favorite reactions out of you

you could suffocate her to death like this and she would die a happy woman

𝒱𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓎𝓇𝒾𝑒

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

will be the one to spoil you rotten and get you whatever you want

is a sucker for forehead kisses

whether it's you giving her one or her giving one to you, she just loves how you show affection that way

will fuck anyone up if they try to lay a finger on you

literally if she hears anyone breathe wrongly in your direction, they're getting their ass beat

likes to be the big spoon while cuddling so she can hold you

won't let you leave the bed if you try to get up from her grasp

will tighten the hold she has on you so you're physically not able to get up

you have to tell her that if she doesn't let you go that you will end up peeing on her

even then she's still reluctant to let go of you

all your showers are together

she claims it's to 'save water', but she just wants to be close to you

gives you random massages when she thinks you look like you need them

thinks it's hot if you want to spar with her

she obviously goes easy on you, finding your face cute when you're trying to focus on your moves

{NSFW}

don't be mistaken for you being spoiled to think you can go around and act like a brat though, because you have another thing coming

is the kind of type to be like 'don't ask for it if you can't take it'

once you allow her to be completely off her leash there is quite literally no going back

can and will be a brat tamer if she finds it to be necessary

probably one of the roughest women here on the list

while most of the others are just teases, valkyrie will scramble your brain so much you don't remember either of your names when she's finished

is prone to using a strap on when she plays with you

her all time favorite thing is to watch you take her cock down your throat on your knees while she fucks it into you

thinks you look so pretty on your knees with your mouth stuffed, just taking what she gives you

will push you back onto the wall, lift you up and immediately push her cock all the way into you

knows you'll be able to handle it when she starts pounding you into the wall

loves the way you can't speak at all when she's driving into you, just whimpering and making noises that sound like you're trying to say multiple words jumbled together at once

will make you put a vibrator in and then get ready for the day, just to see how quickly she can make you fall apart without even touching you

it's really not long at all

𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒻𝒻

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

will read to you if you can't fall asleep

her voice is just so soothing you end up falling asleep almost instantly every time

wants to be as close to you as possible while you're sleeping

you sometimes wake up to her laying directly on top of you

she can't help that she finds you extremely comfortable

has an entire list of pet names she likes to call you, some of them being completely stupid and unserious

likes to see your reaction when she calls you a new one that's completely horrendous

will have big movie marathons and see who will fall asleep first

loser has to cook breakfast for the winner and deliver it to them in bed in the morning

sometimes she'll feel bad and go help you cook in the morning when she purposely started talking a lot in the soothing tone that always puts you to sleep, ultimately causing you to lose the marathon competition

you'll find her sometimes just staring at you as she rubs her thumb across your cheek

if you ask her what's wrong she'll just shake her head and mutter something about being lucky to have you as she kisses you and cuddles into your arms

{NSFW}

this girl is absolutely obsessed with your boobs

every time she has a chance, she's messing with them in some way

when she comes up behind you she's automatically going up to cup them

at times you have to physically push her away from you because of how sensitive she made them

she could be pounding into you with a strap, and she'll still find the time to lean down and take a nipple into her mouth

if you pull her hair when she goes down on you she'll go absolutely feral

you'll hear her growl into you before she starts sucking on your clit extra hard, and makes obscene noises when slurping up your juices

she likes it when you're loud so she can hear how she's making you feel

will pinch you if you're not making enough noise for her

you've gotten so many complaints from the neighbors this way

thinks your pussy is just the greatest thing in the world

once she starts she finds it hard to stop

it could be hours after she started and you already came a numerous amount of times, but she can't find it in herself to stop

she just thinks you taste so damn good

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓂𝑜𝒻𝒻

sexuality: bisexual/pansexual

{SFW}

she loves to cook with you

even if you're not the greatest cook she'll have you in the kitchen with her helping with the little things she needs

she just likes to spend time with you and enjoys your company

there are some days when it's relaxing in the kitchen with quiet music on in the background while you two talk

and then there are others when it's complete chaos and you don't know what's going on anymore

those are usually the days when she decides she wants to try a new recipe that she hasn't done before

she also loves to take baths with you

those relaxing moments she has with you where she can let all her stress and worries of the day float away while in a warm bath with you

she loves the feeling of your skin pressed against hers in warm water with bubbles floating next to you

she's content to just sitting there too, not washing yourselves just relaxing her body with the things she feels around her

half the time it ends up with you guys having to shower after anyway

she'll give you random kisses throughout the day, just wanting to let you know that she's there

a lot of the nights are spent cuddling and playing with her hair as you watch movies and late night tv

{NSFW}

most intimate moments between you two are usually unserious

it's filled with giggles and laughter

she just likes to make sure that you're having a good time

you'll have to encourage her to be more rough if you want her to

she's hesitant because she doesn't want to hurt you

she lets herself go slowly over time

she'll be hovering over you, fingers working in and out of you at a steady pace, and she'll place her hand over your throat for leverage

apologizes extensively when she realizes what she did

eyes darken when you tilt your head back and place her hand back over your throat

you learn the feeling of her hand around your throat and rings digging into your skin all too well after that

"you look so pretty wearing my hand like a necklace, baby"

says the filthiest things in your ear to see how much she can make you squirm

will pull you in for a kiss by the neck

you feel her smile into it when she hears you whimper

experiments with more and more things, and eventually you both have a collection of things that you love doing in the bedroom

𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓀𝒾

sexuality: pansexual/genderfluid

{SFW}

is such a tease

will purposely put things on the highest shelf so you won't be able to reach them easily

comes to 'help' you reach them

lifts the item over her head and won't give it to you unless she gets a kiss for it

thinks it's cute when you pout

loves to distract you from anything you're doing

will hug you from behind and start to pull you back slowly from what you're doing

claims that she's "not doing anything" and feigns innocence when you turn around to give her a look

is a huge fan of PDA

always has an arm around you, or is holding your hand

she just likes to feel you next to her

sometimes you have to push her off you when she's getting a little out of hand in public

is also very protective of you

if someone so much as looks at you in a bad way, she's over there threatening them

you've had to drag her out of many places because of this

you love how she is though, and she knows that

you just hope that you'll be able to stop her from killing anyone

{NSFW}

if you thought she's a big tease normally, she's an even bigger one in the bedroom

has you squirming around desperate for her to do something

she can spend hours just playing with your body and watching how it reacts to things

by now she knows your body like the back of her hand

will have you begging her with tears falling down your face before she actually puts her mouth on you

her tongue is absolutely magical.

can and will spend hours sucking and licking your clit until it's puffy and so sensitive the slightest movement has you jumping away from her

you now have to beg her to stop, and that you can't take it anymore

"i thought you wanted me to do something, baby. now be a good girl and take it."

she doesn't let up easily, and won't stop until all your limbs feel like jelly and you don't know what's right or left anymore

has somewhat of an exhibition kink

will pull you into restaurant bathrooms and alley ways just to see how you behave

puts her hand over your mouth when you're making too much noise as her fingers plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace

"shh honey, don't want the whole restaurant to hear your pretty moans and how good you are for me, do you?"

𝒴𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒶 {bsf headcanons}

sexuality: aromantic/asexual

you'll never find a dull moment around her

will come to you for the littlest and stupidest things

she called you at 2am once claiming it was an emergency and when you picked up the phone she needed to know if she was in the mood for hot or salty chips

why she needed to call you for that is beyond you

you'll both have sleepovers and stay up all night watching really bad tv and making fun of whenever something dumb happens

will most likely end up on the ground in laughter from anything remotely stupid happening

the entire night is actually just a giggle fest with her

goes to different stores to try on clothes that are definitely not appealing to either of you

makes the stupidest runway show out of it before you're both kicked out from the store

she makes you push her around the grocery store in a shopping cart

will start to grab random things and throw them in the cart with her every chance she gets

she once crashed into the side of an isle when you pushed her too hard causing the things to fall off the shelf and onto her

granted you're banned from your local grocery store, but she didn't seem to mind as she almost peed herself from laughter as we were escorted out of the store by security

she'll ask you the most random questions out of nowhere and half the time they don't even make sense

she's deadly serious about them too, and will wait for your answer every time

even when you're like what are you even talking about, she'll want you to still answer

you'll never find yourself bored with her as a best friend

it's like every day is a completely new adventure with her and you have to wait and see what she's going to bring you to do that day

buy me a coffee ♡

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lxndonorris · 11 months ago

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gentle kisses - Lando Norris

Y/N x Lando Norris Theme: Fluff (lighty touching) after partying hard Lando is bothered by the "scar" on his nose, you're taking care of him :) word count: 1220+ taglist: @game-set-canet next one is CL surprising you with his old sauber suit, request another if you like gif by me

As the Thursday sun casts a warm glow through the windows of Lando's motorhome, anticipation hums in the air like a silent melody. With the Miami race weekend looming ahead, the atmosphere crackles with excitement and nerves.

Lando moves with practiced ease of a seasoned racer, slipping into his Mclaren team gear with precision. His movements are fluid, purposeful, each action a testament to the dedication and passion that fuel his journey in F1. You find yourself standing beside him, adorned in Quadrant merchandise, a proud display of allegiance to the man you love.

As Lando dons his shirt, you can't help but admire the way it accentuates his athletic frame, the fabric clinging to his contours in all the right places. A shy smile tugs at your lips as you drink in the sight, your heart swelling with pride for the man who has captured your heart.

Lando straightens his shirt with precise movements of his hands, and you can't help but notice the unconscious gesture—a fletting stroke of his hand over his own chest, a subconscious movement that speaks volumes of his nerves.

Sensing your gaze upon him, Lando turns, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that melts your inhibitions.

"What do you think?" He asks, a hint of uncertainty lacing his words.

"It looks perfect on you," you reply softly, your voice a whisper in the tranquil confies of the motorhome. "But then again, everything looks perfect on you."

A soft chuckle escapes Lando's lips, his eyes alight with affection. "You always know how to make me blush," he teases, his fingers brushing against your cheek with tender affection.

However, beneath Lando's confident facade lurks a subtle discomfort. The remnants of last weekend's escapade linger—a faint scar across his nose. Though the injury is minor, its presence gnaws at his confidence.

As Lando runs a hand across his face, your gaze flickers to the scar. Sensing his unease, you offer a reassuring smile, your eyes filling with genuine affection. With a gentle touch, you reach out and trace the scar's faint outline, your touch a soothing balm against his insecurities.

"It's not that bad, Lando." You whisper softly, and with an even softer touch, you caress his cheek, tracing his jawline with your fingertips.

Lando's gaze softens, his worries momentarily forgotten as he basks in the warmth of your embrace.

"Thank you; that makes me feel a little better." He murmurs, his voice tinged with gratitude.

In a spontaneous gesture of love, you lean forward and press a tender kiss upon his nose, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin with utmost care. Lando flinches instinctively, a reflexive reaction to the unexpected sensation, but his discomfort quickly gives way to a joyous laughter.

"You goofball!" he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "That tickles!"

In one swift motion, he puts his hands on your hips. Feeling the gentle pressure of Lando's hands around your waist, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, you surrender to the moment, allowing yourself to be pulled closer into his embrace.

His thumbs trace the curve of your waistline with a tender precision that leaves you breathless, your senses heightened by the electrifying connection between you.

You steady yourself against his firm frame, reveling in the strength and solidity of his presence. His beautiful eyes, pools of warmth, and intensity meet yours, sending goosebumps cascading across your skin.

As you gaze into his eyes, you feel your heart swell with an overwhelming rush of emotion. In that moment, there is only Lando, his chest raising and falling rhythmically beneath your touch.

Subconsciously, you begin to stroke his chest with both of your hands. He closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of your fingers tracing patterns over the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his body radiates through his clothes, slowly engulfing your chest as well.

As your gentle strokes caress his tummy, Lando feels a sense of tranquility wash over him, his body relaxing instinctively in response to your soothing touch. A contented purr rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound of pure bliss that reverberates throughout the motorhome.

"You know how to make me feel at ease." A soft, short growl escapes his lips, followed by another, deep purr.

The familiar scent of Lando envelopes you like a warm embrace, filling your senses with comfort and belonging. With a tender smile, you run your hand through his curls, relishing the soft texture beneath your fingertips.

"That's what I am here for." You breathe deeply.

As your touch trails down his cheek, Lando melts into your caress, his body yielding to the gentle pressure with a sigh of contentment.

With a reassuring smile, you lean in close, your voice a soothing murmur against the backdrop of your shared intimacy.

"Don't worry, Lando," you whisper, your words filled with unwavering confidence. "You look just as beautiful as always."

Feeling the warmth of his blush spreading across his cheeks, you can't help but smile. His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, pulling you closer.

With a shy smile, Lando meets your gaze, a mixture of bashfulness and adoration sparkling in his eyes.

"Thank you." He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a playful grin, you lean in and press a gentle kiss on his lips, and an even gentler kiss on his nose causes him to chuckle again. As you draw back, a mischievous twinkle dances in your eyes, your fingers deftly snatching his cap from the table with a playful flourish.

"Looks like I've got your cap now," you tease, your voice laced with mischief as you perch it atop your head.

Lando grins, running one hand through his hair and the other gently across his chest, again and again.

"But if you want it back, you'll have to buy it from me—with another kiss."

He considers you closely before letting out a soft giggle, laced with amusement, as he reaches out to reclaim his cap from your grasp.

"You drive a hard bargain," he chuckles. "But I suppose it's a price worth paying."

With a gentle tug, he pulls you close once more, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

As you separate from one another, you grin widely, placing the cap loosely on his head, allowing it to sit askew in a carefree manner. With a chuckle, Lando reaches up to adjust it, his fingers deftly straightening the cap until it sits perfectly atop his head.

"I can't look too disheveled for the media conference," he jokes, his tone light and playful as he meets your gaze with a fond smile.

You nod in agreement, your fingers trailing lightly over his chest in a final gesture of affection before you prepare to depart. The fleeting touch sends a thrill racing through Lando's veins, his heart skipping a beat at the sensation of your gentle caress.

As you make your way toward the door, hand in hand, you turn to him. "You've got this, Lando." You murmur softly, your voice soothing his nerves.

Lando meets your gaze with a grateful nod, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and vulnerability.

With a final squeeze of your hand, Lando draws a deep breath and squares his shoulders, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

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vellichor-of-the-solivagant · 5 months ago

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Like Birds on a Broken Branch | 2

Monster! Task Force 141 X F!Reader

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Context Warning: NSFW! Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dub-con/ Non-con, Fingering, Murder, Author's Poor Attempt in Dark Fic, Monsterfucking, Mentions of Slavery

John Mactavish had you sitting on his lap as soon as you were brought into a limousine, his big hands gripping your ass, forcing you to grind yourself on the throbbing cock inside his boxers. Whereas the dragon—whom they called Price had his hand wrapped around your throat as he guided your hand to his monstrous dick. His horns, wings, and tail were nowhere to be seen.

You grumbled at his kiss, eyes open and brows knitting to let them know that you were repulsed. But they did not bother to acknowledge that, nor did you have the power to force them to talk about it.

Price forced your hands to stroke his cock at the pace he desired, already slick from the precum leaking from his tip, which felt . . . strange on your hand, the ends of your fingers not even meeting the slightest.

This was like molesting an oversized hotdog or a sausage.

God, now you hate hotdogs and sausages.

“Yeah, yeah,” Price groaned into your mouth, “that's it, dove.”

“I said,” you growled on his lips, taking a deep breath when Mactavish thrust upward, “fucking stop.” You bit down on Price’s lip, which made him tighten his grip around your neck and slowly pull away. He let your hand go and you pulled back from his dick, frowning at the sudden lack of air.

“Now, little one, let's not be rough,” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes trailing down to your exposed cunt, wetting a spot on his friend's boxers. “Although, you seemed to be enjoying it.”

“I don't—” your breath hitched up when Mactavish planted his calloused fingers on your clit and made maddening circles, that caused you to hold onto the dragon-shifter’s arm. Your eyes threatened to close and you pursed your lips to hold back the moan, but still, you couldn't help but let out stifled noises.

Price smirked at John which the other returned, and turned to the other two who just watched the scene unfold.

“Are you two not going to join?” He questioned, pulling your arm to wrap it around his neck and planting a kiss on your arm. He grinned at the sight of your slightly parted lips and gave the corner of your lips a peck, which seemed to have brought you back as you pursed them closed.

You clawed on his shirt as Mactavish slowly inserted a digit into you, pumping in and out, till he tightened his grip on your ass, guiding you up and down on his finger. You put your hand over your mouth, gnawed on your lower lip, and let your eyes close as your pussy clamped down on Mactavish’s finger, not wanting to give them the noise or reaction they wanted to see from you. But someone pulled your hand away and you flattered your eyes open. Price ran his thumb over your lip, smudging the blood on the fragile skin which made it redder and swollen.

“Graves just caught her a week before, Price,” Kyle reasoned out and crossed his arms. “Give her some break.”

“I agree with him,” Simon claimed and gazed down at your bouncing ass, skin already marked red by Mactavish’s harsh grip. The sight of them being stretched out was enough to make him hard.

Price raised his brows, glancing at the hardened tents on their pants, and huffed, moving away from you and soap. “Suit yourselves,” he declared, and pulled up his pants, before buckling his belt back in place.

You breathed a sigh of relief, making Price chuckle. “That's enough, Soap. We don't want her breaking before we get back home.” Then, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad chest littered with dark hair that ran down to his stomach and under his pants.

He jerked the shirt off and handed it to the incubus underneath you.

John grumbled in retaliation, but he snatched the shirt from the dragon-shifter's hand and drew it over your naked flesh. “Come on, we don't want you getting cold.”

As soon as you were at least clothed, you jumped away from his grasp, scooting to the cornermost seat of the limousine, eyes scanning all of them. You tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to hide your exposed, slick folds.

An unusual group, you thought. Very, very unusual.

Dragons were territorial, they do not share, but this Jonathan Price almost had you in front of three others, who very much didn't seem to be dragons as well.

“Strange, aren't we?” Price spoke as he saw your questioning gaze. “I'm sure you've never heard of dragons letting others mate with their woman. But they are more than just others—they are my friends, my brothers, my family. What I get, they get.”

“Birds of a feather, fuck together, huh,” you mumbled, frowning at them.

“Oh, ooh, she's funny,” John commented, a grin appearing on his face, “I like that on females.”

You kept a frown on your face as he said that, and asked, “What. . . what are you?”

“An incubus.” He smiled and motioned at the other two, who fortunately still hadn’t touched an inch of you. “Kyle is a Siren, and Simon’s a Wraith.”

You felt like thrashing at his words, maybe hitting your head against the windows of their goddamn limousine which God knows how many people have they had fucked over these nasty seats. A territorial dragon, a demon who feeds on lust, a siren who was known to hypnotize people, and a wraith who was considered the killing machine of monsters—a reaper.

What kind of group is this? Fucking Weirdos.

You breathed out a sigh as you stared at the towering structure before you. A castle? That would seem to be an understatement. This place was more of a fortress, now your version of hell—a labyrinth in which you were soon to be imprisoned, till the day you rot in their hands. Honestly speaking, only four monsters were far better than having a dozen of them buying you from the auction. You had heard of stories where a woman was taken by eleven orcs, and her story was never heard of again.

You couldn’t imagine yourself being in that poor woman’s situation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be thankful, despite you being fortunate enough.

A hand wrapped around your waist as you stepped out of the car, your bare feet leaving the rough and cold concrete as you were lifted in the air. Price heaved you up in his arms, guiding your arms to wrap around his neck. You met his once-golden eyes, now the color of the sky. You wondered, at the back of your mind, how would a dragon’s eye feel at the palm of your hands.

“From now on, this will be your home,” he motioned at the enormous skyscrapers as he started to saunter forward the vast courtyard, his brothers-in-arms following just a step behind.

“Home?” You echoed, your warm breath fanning his lips. “Is this not just a cage for me till you toss me aside?”

“Toss you aside?” He let out a small laugh. “Why would we do that?” he leaned forward, his lips brushing slightly at the corner of yours, inhaling your scent mixed with his and the incubus. Then, he lifted his gaze at yours, awaiting your reaction.

You gave him none and remained silent as your response and in return, he merely smiled until you all arrived before the enormous, double mahogany door, carved with intricate designs. None of them bothered to land a knock on the door, yet it still opened, revealing a grand entryway.

The ceilings were high with chandeliers heaved up. The walls were tall and adorned with paintings and torches, and a series of lofty windows were encased with crimson drapes that matched the carpet beneath you. And as soon as they stepped inside, several people with black veils hiding their faces appeared and lined up, their heads all lowered.

“They are our servants—now yours, too, but pay them no mind,” Mactavish remarked, humming as the five of you continued on your way and climbed up a staircase.

It didn’t take long till you were brought to a wide and seemingly endless corridor, and yet Price still hadn’t let you down to walk on your own. He was perhaps enjoying the plumpness of your butt or the way your arms were wrapped around his shoulders or the feel of your thighs against his rough hands. Either one, you enjoyed none of it.

Nonetheless, you found yourself intrigued by how exquisite their place was. In your deepest imaginations, you had always thought that if ever you were captured and sold, your new shelter would be next to sewers and you would sleep next to roaches and rats.

But their fortress was a delight to the eyes.

You all took a halt before a double door, much smaller than the ones at the entrance, but you found the design similar. Kyle, the siren, fished out a golden key from his pocket, which he plunged into the knob. With a crisp click, he pushed the doors open and a spacious chamber greeted you.

Windows outspread across an entire wall, providing a view you knew would be gorgeous in the daylight and night. Before one of the glasses was a swing seat made of vines and crimson roses, cushioned with an equally red pillow.

A sizeable bed sat toward the center of the room, a white canopy falling from the ceiling to each of the four posts, and a magnificent display of flowers topped them and decorated the tulle at the top.

The far corner of the room showcased a series of bookcases, each filled with books. A lavish reading chair encased with gold sat before them, a table beside to hold mugs of hot chocolate or treats. A gorgeous desk sat under the window nearby. String lights lined the walls, casting the entire room in an ethereal glow.

“Welcome home, love,” Price whispered to your ear and you slowly turned your head to face him, eyes wide to his narrowing blue ones as he flashed a smile.

When men give gifts to women, it is expected that the women shall paint a smile on their lovely faces and thank their men. In this case, men will think they have women wrapped around their fingers, just like a pet would stay obedient to its owner for food.

You glanced back at the room and shifted your gaze to the floor, before bringing your attention back at him. “Should I say thank you?” you asked him in a small voice.

“Isn’t that the customs?” He questioned, raising a brow. “When someone gives you a gift, you ought to show your appreciation. But we want you to do it in action, not words.”

You pursed your lips and frowned, contemplating your next words. This was a fucking deal with the devil. No, you were literally sold to four devil incarnates, posing to be good by giving you goddamned needs.

You knew in the back of your mind that this was manipulation, but were you in any position to refuse them? Was there ever a choice, when all there were behind the answers were consequences?

“How?” you mumbled, not daring to meet their eyes. “How am I supposed to show my appreciation?”

You slowly closed your eyes and let the warm water from the shower wash the sweat and . . . the disgusting feeling of the dragon and the incubus’ salivas from your skin. You lowered your head, making your tresses fall, framing your face, but they soon got swiped out of the way as Kyle took your chin and lifted it.

Your lashes flattered open and you gazed up at his caramel eyes.

He painted a small smile on his face.

Under the shower, you both stood soaked when he offered (forced) to wash you himself. You couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his flexing abs through your lashes and thank whoever stood above all, he wore shorts, sparing you a look of his dick, which luckily didn’t look hard under the fabric at the moment.

“Are you done?” you asked.

You didn’t want him to look at your naked body—as if you hadn’t already flashed everyone (no thanks to Graves, that leech) — and get ideas. You knew wasn’t anything you could do to him if he wanted to take what he desired from your body, but there was hope in the thought that you could have control over their desires and lust for you.

You were already quite thankful when the dragon and the incubus had to go somewhere earlier and let the siren and the wraith look after you instead, for whatever reason. You couldn’t imagine what would they make you do in the pretense of showing them that you value whatever they give to you.

“No, not quite,” he hummed, cooing you as if you were some poor animal they brought home from an animal shelter, which wasn’t so far from your situation. He seemed soft, appeared soft, even his gaze was. But there was a hint of superiority and a condescending tone in his voice, which was well hidden, as in the meanings of the lyrics in a song.

“Come closer,” he commanded.

He was a siren, you reminded yourself. They were known to drive people to madness with the sound of their voices, and you might be going insane now, as you inched to his touch.

His thumb ran over your lower lip and slowly, forced it in your mouth, letting you soak the sliver of his skin with your own. His hand took your waist and pushed you to the freezing, tiled wall. Then, he removed his finger and shoved his mouth onto you.

Your eyes narrowed at the gentleness of his kiss, compared to the dragon and demon, and slowly you closed your eyes. His hand caressed your hip and leisurely hoisted one of your legs to his side, whereas his other hand cupped your cheek.

You found yourself growling in his mouth when his hand made its way to your clit, giving the sensitive bud painfully slow circles.

“Kyle . . .” You moaned into the kiss as he slowly put in a digit.

“Yes, love?” He pulled away, making you open your eyes, as he started to pump in and out, his palm hitting your clit each time.

“Fuck me,” you begged, watching his supposedly brown eyes were now flashing green. “Fuck me, Kyle.”

A smirk appeared on his face and he quickly pulled his finger out of you, eliciting a whine from you. He put a finger on your lips, hushing you and you threw your arms around his neck as he shook off his shorts, before he aligned his cock to your entrance. At an agonizingly slow pace, he dragged the tip up and down, coating himself with your fluids, and in a low voice, he uttered, “It’ll be fine, just listen to me.”

You nodded, drowned in the sound of his . . . voice.

His voice?

Fuck. Fuck!

No, no, no, no!

You quickly pushed yourself away from him, but with the slickness of his skin and yours, and that he was more formidable than he looked, he didn’t move an inch.

He laughed and flipped you around, slamming you to the wall. Your cheek planted on the cold surface as he snatched your hands and pinned them above your head with his hand. With one hand, he pulled your hips towards him, groaning at the feeling of your ass on his hardened dick and he began to grind on you.

“Didn’t think you’d catch on that,” he mumbled in your ear as his hand left your hip and wrapped around your mouth, muffling your protests. “That’s a first.”

You struggled—tried to slip out of his grip, but as you moved, he groaned. “Is this how you thank me?”

“You won’t appreciate it if I shove this down your throat, Gaz.”

Kyle looked over his shoulder and found Simon leaning on the bathroom door with a tray of food in hand. “Hey, Ghost.”

“So much for giving her a break,” Simon huffed, which the siren called with a not-so-uncanny nickname considering he was a Wraith, and turned away from the scene. “Enough of that and let her have a good dinner.”

Kyle, and for whatever reason the Wraith called him Gaz, heaved a sigh, and unhanded you.

You immediately jumped to the corner of the shower compartment, eyes wide to watch his movements, and found a mocking smile on his lips.

“How unfortunate.” He picked up his clothes from the floor. “We were just getting onto it.”

“I don't give a fuck,” Simon replied in a loud voice.

“You should give a fuck, she's our wife!” Kyle shouted back and walked towards the bathrobes and towels neatly folded in woven baskets, taking two from both.

You grimaced at his words.

A wife to a man was supposedly the other half of their soul, a person to whom they pledged an oath to uphold until their last breath.

But in this land, at this time and age, those words no longer exist. To women, they were nothing but a story now.

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