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scarlethexelove · 8 months

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I’d love to see a Wanda x Reader fic where Wanda is practicing a new duplication spell, and she asks reader to help spot any differences between her and her new “clone”. The game turns flirty and then cue a Wanda/Reader/Wanda threeway :)

Seeing Double

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3569

Warnings: Smut, Spell gone wrong (Or oh so right), Strap-on (R receiving), Oral on Strap-on (Wanda receiving), light bondage (Only a split second), Enchanted Straps, Cum filled Straps, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Two Wanda's, Anal, Double Penetration, Plugs, Anal fingering, Mommy Kink, Mistress Kink, Slight selfcest (Just making out), Squirting, A bit of Cock warming

A/n: I was so excited to write this. Hopefully it doesn't get too confusing with the double Wanda's. I tried my best to tell who was who when doing anything. Thank you for the request and I really hope you like it.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“Wands?” You call out as you open the door to the study. Wanda likes to use it to practice her magic. You would normally never disturb her while doing so, but she has been in there awhile and you just wanted to make sure she was ok and to bring her something to eat and drink. She warns you that it is dangerous and she would never want to hurt you. So you normally stay away like she said but your nerves got the best of you so you made your way inside.

The tray clatters to the ground. The cup of tea shattering on impact. Your stunned, mouth hanging agape. There in front of you is your girlfriend and also your girlfriend. You rub your eyes thinking something is wrong with you but when you blink there are still two Wanda’s standing in front of you. “I- What? Why are there two of you?” You stammer out.

Both Wanda’s stare at you in a bit of shock. They never expect you to come in here and to see this. It’s like watching a mirror as both of them gain their composure at the same exact time. Their expressions are the same as they soften, seeing you and the fact that you had dropped what seems to be food and water for them, albeit there is only supposed to be one of them.

“Detka a spell didn’t go quite as planned.” One of them speaks. “I didn’t mean to copy myself; it was an unexpected result of a spell.” The other one finishes. Which causes a different confusion now. “Which one of you is the real Wanda?” You question looking between them. They share a look that you don’t quite understand until the first one speaks. “Well we both are real Milaya. But since you're here now why don’t you try and figure out which one of us cast the spell.” The second one purrs in your ear with the last part. Both of them circling you like prey. You gulp both women making you squirm with their intense gaze. It doesn’t take much for your girlfriend to make you squirm like this but now that there are two of them it’s even easier. You nod your head at their words when you grow confident enough to look up into their eyes.

The first thing you try doing is asking questions to both of them, but both of them answer all the questions correctly. You're getting frustrated with asking questions to the women. You feel as if you're a bad girlfriend for not being able to tell but the one is pretty much a carbon copy of your girlfriend. So you moved to a different tactic but you’re not so sure if it was the worst idea or the best idea you have ever had in your life. Both women are standing in front of you naked. You wanted to see if there were any differences such as marks or scars but both of them were the same. But now your mind is wondering.

You let out a noise of frustration and upset, almost sounding like a whine as you stand behind one of them. You haven’t noticed the swirl of red in their eyes as they have followed you. You're taken by surprise when the Wanda in front of you whirls around and grabs your waist tightly. You let out a gasp looking up at her. “Mommy.” You whimper. There is a proud smirk on her face. “Good girl.” She purrs, you can feel a gush of arousal at the praise. “But that pretty little head of yours has been very loud and very naughty. We have been listening to you for a while now. Do you want to be our pretty little slut? For Mommy and her duplicate to use you.” Her eyes darken as your eyes grow with surprise and need. You let out a whimper as you nod.

Another body presses against you from behind. You can feel her hardened nipples in your back as her lips meet your neck sucking harsh red and purple marks on your skin. “You're such a dirty girl. Wanting to be used by us.” The second one mumbles nipping at your skin. “Fuck Wanda you should have made two of us a long time ago if it was going to turn her on this much.” She lets out a hum continuing to attack your neck leaving marks behind. Another whine escaping your lips as your head drops back onto her shoulder giving her more access.

But as quickly as they started they both pulled away from you. “Whyyyy?” You whine, your mind already feeling fuzzy and needy for both the women from their touches. “Patience detka. I want you to go and sit on the couch.” Your Wanda demands. You obediently and quickly head over to the couch sitting down. “How about to keep things simple you can call me Mistress.” The other Wanda states. You nod. “Yes Mistress.” They both smile at how obedient you’re being. “Such a good girl we have. So pretty and obedient.” The second Wanda says. With a wave of her hand you feel the cold air on your skin. Your nipples are pebbling at the cool air now surrounding your body.

“Mommy? Mistress?” You want them so badly to touch you already. “Patience. Do you want a punishment?” Your Wanda speaks. “No Mommy.” You shake your head and look down. You don’t hear anything for a second so you look back up and that is when you see it. The other Wanda gripping your Wanda’s hips kissing her harshly. The two are making out holding onto one another which is turning you on even more. Wanting nothing more than to be touched by them but you don’t want a punishment so you swallow the whimper threatening to escape. Your body squirms as your thighs become coated in your arousal. You're rubbing your legs together in any hopes of relief. But that is ripped away from you quickly. Red tendrils wrap around your ankles forcing them apart. Biting your tongue not to make a noise. You catch both women's eyes glancing over at you as they continue their actions.

You're fighting everything inside of you that tells you to plead and beg for them to touch you. Your squirm in your seat as your arousal begins to soak the cushion under you. A small whimper that you weren’t able to hold back escapes your lips. Both women pull away and their eyes land on you. You quickly look down not wanting to meet their gaze. “I-I’m sorry.” You stutter out.

A finger hooks under your chin. You hadn’t even noticed that they had crossed the room joining you both standing looking down upon you. Gently she pulls you to look up at her. The green in her eyes is barely visible as the blacks of her eyes overtake them with desire. “Tell Mommy what you want detka.” Her voice low, sending another wave of arousal. You try so desperately to close your legs forgetting the binds keeping them apart. “Want Mommy and Mistress to touch me.” Your voice barely above a whisper as both women chuckle. “I am touching you Milaya” You let out a whine before a rush of words. “Please Mommy want you to fuck me. Want you and Mistress to fuck me till I can’t walk. Use me however you please. Just please fuck me.”

Your Wanda is leaning down, lips hovering just out of reach. “I love it when you beg.” Her lips crash into yours, as your hands move to her waist gripping onto her. She asserts her dominance quickly as you open your mouth to let her in. Her tongue is searching for yours. You can feel Wanda’s need in the hungry way that she is kissing you. Still gripping your chin, keeping you exactly how she wants you.

You're so caught up in the kiss you don’t even notice the magic swirling around until you feel a weight on your thigh and one that has slapped against your arm. You pull back quickly panting as you look down slightly. There around your Wanda’s hips is a red large strap with ample girth. A gasp leaving your lips at the sheer size of it. You quickly look beside you and see the other Wanda sitting there. You hadn’t noticed her even sitting at all. She is adorning an identical strap to your Wanda.

In your shocked state the other Wanda’s hand snakes between your thighs swiping through your wet folds. “Fuck you’re so wet Kotenok.” She groans. “M-Mistress.” You whimper. Your Wanda sits down next to you and turns your face back to her and attacks your lips. The other Wanda plunges two of her fingers into your heat. Your moaning in your Wanda’s mouth as the other fucks her fingers into you. Your Wanda’s hands moving to your breast pinching and twisting your hardened peaks. Swallowing all the noises that escape your pretty little mouth.

It doesn’t take long to have you on edge. Your walls clenching desperately around the other Wanda’s fingers, your hands gripping anywhere on your Wanda that you can, digging your nails in harshly to her skin. It all stops on a dime. Both women pull away from you causing you to let out another whine in frustration. Your wall quivering asking for their release.

“Hands and knees Kotenok.” The other Wanda says. They both move to give you room as you scramble to get on your hands and knees. Your Wanda is positioned in front of you sitting up on her knees, the strap mer inches from your lips. The other Wanda is behind you and you can already feel her shuffling closer to you. She swipes the tip through your folds causing you both to moan. As your mouth opens to moan you Wanda shoving her cock into your throat causing her to let out a moan. You know now that both straps are enchanted and can feel everything. You can’t help but let out a moan at that which causes your Wanda to moan again. Feeling the vibrations from your throat on her cock.

“Mommy is going to use your throat while Mistress takes you from behind. You like that little whore?” You do your best to nod with her strap bobbing in and out of your mouth. “Fuck! This pussy is always so good.” The second Wanda says sinking further into you the stretch is slightly painful but oh so delicious. “Maybe Mistress will use this other pretty little hole back here.” Her hands spread your cheeks admiring as you clench. You try to speak but all that can be heard is gurgles as Wanda slowly fucks your mouth. The women don’t need to hear what you say and they don’t even need to read your mind, all they have to do is read your body's reactions. “By the way you're clenching I’m betting you want me to use this tight hole.” A finger presses against your ass and all you can do is whimper and press back.

“If I had known all it would take for me to be able to take that little ass of yours was to have two of me I would have done this a long time ago. I’ve been dying to sink my strap deep in your ass detka.” You look up at your Wanda tears in your eyes as she smiles down at you. But you’re caught off guard when she thrusts hard into your throat causing you to gag and for the tears to start spilling down your cheeks. Her hand cups your face as she wipes the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. Such a good girl taking my strap down your throat.” She punctuates each word with a thrust of her hips. This sends your body back onto the other Wanda’s cock. Her lubed finger slipped into your ass, you don’t even remember her getting any lube but then you realize that she has magic just the same. Already feeling so full with just one finger you don’t know how you will take any more.

The women start on a brutal pace of fucking your throat and pussy. As the other Wanda fucks into your pussy it pushes your further onto your Wanda’s strap causing you to gag. As she thrusts forward it sends you back further on the other strap while the other Wanda is still slowly fingering your ass. All that can be hard in the room is the sounds of moans, your gaging, and the wet sounds of your pussy.

The finger in your ass is removed before feeling a cold metal pressing against your tight ring. The coldness makes your jumps slightly but neither of them seem to care as the other Wanda starts to press a metal plug into your ass. You let out a whine as it presses in stretching further than you have ever gone. The women taking pity on you and slowing down to take their time. The other Wanda uses her other hand to gently caress your hips. “Shhh it will feel so good when it’s all in.” She tells you as she slowly works it in. Your Wanda pulls back to give you a chance to breathe as it sinks in. You let out a groan when you feel it pop into place the slight fullness, a new and exciting feeling.

“You like that detka?” Your Wanda asks you. You look up at her and see a gentle smile on her face still having concern for your pleasure. “Y-Yes Mommy.” You give her a small smile back. Once they both know that you are ok they quickly flip the switch back. Your Wanda shoving you so far down on her cock making you gag as your nose pressed against her stomach. The other Wanda pressing on the plug as she jackhammers her hips into you. Your Wanda holds you there as you keep getting presses further into her. Their moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Tears are steadily streaming down your face as they fuck into you roughly.

Right now they are chasing their own pleasure you can feel their hips stuttering as they both fuck into you. The other Wanda has a harsh grip on your hips as she thrust hard and deep each time. Your Wanda has pulled you back slightly so she can fuck your throat enjoying as she watches the tears roll down your cheeks. Their moans turn you on, causing your thoughts to only be of giving them pleasure. Your walls are clenching tightly around the other Wanda signaling that you are all close to your impending orgasms. If it was even possible they seemed to have picked up their pace. The other Wanda hits your spongy wall perfectly with each thrust. You want to tell them you are close but they already know.

“Fuck. Cum with us Kotenok.” The other Wanda moans. “Got a nice surprise for you detka.” You Wanda adds. Her hips jerked as you felt a warm sticky liquid sliding down your throat. You moan around her doing your best to swallow. The other Wanda’s load fills your pussy as your walls clamp hard around her as you cum with her. Your cum coating her cock as she continues to thrust, riding you both through your highs. Your Wanda is still lightly thrusting, filling your throat with her white sticky substance. As all of you come down your Wanda pulls out of your mouth and gently kisses your lips. The other Wanda staying buried inside of you. “So good.” You mumble causing both women to smile. “You didn’t think we were done with you yet, did you detka?” Your Wanda says as the other pulls back and thrust hard into you again.

You have lost count of how many orgasms you have had now. They weren’t kidding about making sure you can’t walk. They have had you in all different positions as they fuck and fill you. Your body is weak and exhausted as you're now hovering over the other Wanda's cock. She is tugging on the plug as she removes it from your ass causing you to whimper. “One more detka. Hmm be a good girl for Mommy and Mistress.” Your Wanda smiles in front of you. Your brain is too fuzzy to fight it so you nod. “Okay Mommy.”

The other Wanda is laying back on the couch as they both help guide you onto her strap. She presses it against your ass as you start to sink down. Your eyes widened, your brain hadn’t put together that this is what they were going to do. “Mommy.” You whimper. “Shhh detka you can take. Be a good girl like we said.” She kisses you to distract you. Your body is being guided down on the strap as it slowly fills your ass up. Wanda swallows your sounds the further you sink down. She pulls away when you're fully seated on the other Wanda’s lap. “Fuck so fucking tight.” The other Wanda moans grinding into your ass which causes you to moan.

Your Wanda moves and positions herself in front of you. The other Wanda leaning you back presenting your leaky abused cunt to your Wanda. She groans as the cum leaks from you but as much as she wants to taste you it will have to wait for another time. She positions her cock at your entrance slamming her cock into you in one swift motion. “Ahhhh fuck Mommy.” You cry out. The other Wanda is kissing and whispering praises in your ear as you adjust to fullness. They both wait for you to adjust before they start. Your Wanda circling your clit lightly to help your body relax more.

Once they have given you time and they notice your hips grinding they start to slowly thrust into you. Your Wanda keeps her fingers on your clit as their paces pick up. They are now both pounding into you hard. With each thrust of their hips and filling you perfectly to the brim has you gasping for air. You're so full and the pleasure is becoming overwhelming as they stretch you to your max. They have both turned to praising you as they continue to fuck and fill you. Giving you gentle kisses all over your body helps to keep you grounded. “S-so full.” You’re able to mumble out. The women picked up their paces if that was even possible.

You're all so sensitive already that it doesn’t take long for your orgasms to build. You're already teetering on the edge as your Wanda starts to pinch your engorged bundle of nerves. All of your moans are bouncing off the walls. Your whole body is shaking with pleasure as more tears run down your face. All that can come out of your mouth is incoherent words along with moans. “Fuck I’m going to cum.” The other Wanda says under you. You nod along as they continue to use your body. “Cum then.” Your Wanda moans above both of you.

White hot sticky liquid fills both your holes as both Wanda’s cum hard. Your walls are able to clench around both of them as you cum harder than you ever have before. Squirting all over your Wanda’s lower abdomen while some gushes down onto the other Wanda below you. You see stars as your eyes roll back into your head. Your body goes rigid before relaxing completely between the women. They slowly fuck you through all of your orgasms before coming to a hault.

You're so thankful that Wanda had bought the larger couch as they both rotate you on your side staying inside of you. You nuzzle into your Wanda’s neck exhaustion taking over your body. They want to give your body a chance to recover a little before pulling out completely so they both stay inside you not wanting to hurt you. They both are whispering praises into your ear gently kissing you and making sure you know that they love you and you did so good in such a vulnerable state that you are in.

“You did so good for us, Milaya.” Your Wanda kisses your head. “Such a good girl” The other Wanda says, kissing your shoulder. Your eyes close as your body starts to get heavy between them. You want to ask questions like how long does the spell last and could it ever happen again? But your too exhausted and your throat is pretty raw from the throat fucking and all the moaning so you opt to ask later. Right now you will enjoy the comfort from the two women. They know they need to clean you up but they can see you need time to recover a bit before they can move you. So they give you some time to rest. Taking some time to admire all the marks that they left behind on your skin.

This isn’t what you expected today to come to when you stepped into that room but you are so glad that you did. Both Wanda’s thinking the same thing as they hold you closer to them. This was the best spell gone wrong that has ever happened and both of them communicating that it will happen again.

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throughthebluesea · 11 months

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The Duplicate. (Special Chapter)

pairing: bada lee x 1million member!reader

genre: fluff, a bit humor-ish... bc... king bada is here again. overprotective bada, the rest of team bebe being the biggest instigators.

den's notes: i suggest reading the first part here. ♡ this is dedicated to team bebe, our champion crew! also, this is dedicated to those who enjoyed the first one-shot i posted here. i never expected the support. 🥺 anyways, this is not proofread, but still enjoy!

D-Day. The finale episode has arrived, and everyone has been practicing hard, perfecting their final routines. You and Bada became so busy with your crews that the two of you only meet after long hours of dance practices. The both of you understood and instead became each other's support. The two are in the final four crews, after all.

One thing that piqued their interest is that they will be shooting with Street Gagwoman Fighter 2 casts. The other members are not worried, but you're a different case.

You would recall Bada getting jealous over your interactions with King Bada. Although you had assured her many times, she would still get affected whenever their closest peers from different crews tease you because of it. (You guys had a big group chat with all the 8 crews, and the Wolf 'Lo ladies won't shut up about it. They love teasing Bada about it.)

And now, Bada told you that she will shoot with King Bada and her crew.

Before the shoot starts, you went over their crew room, greeting all the girls good luck then head over to Bada and surprised her with a tight backhug.

"Hey, cutie."

You can feel her flinch and turned around quickly, her eyes wide when she saw you. "Baby! You're here! Are you done with the voting ad shoot?" She asked as her hands find your cheeks and cupped it gently.

"Already done! I begged PD to let me in here and watch."

Just as Bada is about to reply, Mijin, the one who plays King Bada enters the room all smileys yet you can feel her nervousnes as she is going to finally meet her.

The rest of BEBE were in awe to see King Bada, and gushed about how she looks extremely similar with their team leader.

Mijin spots the two of you and waved, to which you reciprocated. You felt her arms tightened around yours and you looked up at Bada, staring at her doppelganger.

Tatter and Kyma were the first ones to notice the actions of their leader towards you, then approached Mijin, whispering something to her and her reaction to what they told her gained laughter from the rest of the team.

"You can do it, King Bada-nim!" Kyma cheered, lightly pushing Mijin towards you two. Tatter on the other hand were laughing hard behind her. Lusher and Cheche just shook their heads while Sowoen and Minah stood there, utterly confused.

Mijin, or King Bada strided towards the couple with confidence, with her hands on the pockets of her khaki pants.

"Lee Bada." Your eyebrows raised when Mijin approached you and Bada, confused as to what she's going to do.

"King Bada." Your girlfriend answered while her arms tightened around you more.

"I'm taking my girl back." Mijin/King Bada responded with confidence and tried pulling you to her side. The girls gasped and squealed in the background. Bada scoffed and pulled you back. "You mean, my girl?"

Not gonna lie, this exchange with the comedienne and Bada being more quite possessive is hot, you thought. Mijin just cowers and hid behind team BEBE, muttering apologies and that she was just joking, even telling that it was Tatter's and Kyma's idea.

The two instigators just laughed their asses off, satisfied at how the exchange turned out to be.

Before Bada became sulky, you cupped both her cheeks and assured her. This calmed the female down a bit and let go of you to greet the comedienne, apologizing for her slightly hostile behavior towards her.

They proceeded with the shoot. A couple of takes has been made but they finished just in time. You were watching from behind the scenes and you noticed that Bada and her crew are doing very well. The atmosphere lightened up and as they finished the shoot, they took pictures with Mijin while they praised her.

Lusher slides herself beside you and placed an arm around you. "Unnie, your presence here boosted the morale of the team, especially Bada-unnie's."

You smiled at the younger's words, "Well, even though both of us are competitors in this show, we promised that we'll be each other's support pillar when times got hard."

"Bada-unnie's happiness is ours."

You patted the small of her back, thanking her for being so appreciative with your relationship with their leader.

"I think you, Bada-unnie, and King Bada-nim needs a selca. The fans would love it!" Lusher states with a mischievous grin and dragged you towards them.

Lusher told the girls about her idea, to which they agreed with. Bada was hesitant at first, since it's her sub-leader's way of teasing her for her act recently. Mijin was stuttering when she asked her if she wants to take a picture with you and Bada in it.

She eventually gave in, and gladly played along. The rest of Team BEBE were fangirling so hard with the choice of poses the three of you did. Bada then hugged Mijin after, thanking her support and love for Team BEBE. Mijin joked that she was originally a 1Million fan but shifted to Team BEBE after being tasked to portray the leader.

It's your turn now to scoff and try towering her, jokingly telling her that you were disappointed and all. Everyone laughed at your feigned disappointment with Mijin had said.

The photos were uploaded after the live finale episode by Lusher. It trended quickly, but it's the least of your worries. Your focus is on the teary-eyed victor, who is still looking over the trophy in her hands. Team BEBE became the winning crew, and your team landed on the third spot. You could've worked harder, but Lia and the rest of your crew already took this as a big win.

Amongst the crowd of your fellow competitors, you made your way towards your girlfriend. When she spots you, she immediately engulfs you with a tight hug.

The two of you didn't say a word. All you two knew is that both of you are proud of each other and what you two achieved in the competition.

- fin.

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periru3 · 3 months

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Better to Have Loved and Lost (Vidshow)

A vidshow for all the loves that were never meant to last (and maybe a few that shouldn't have even started to begin with). Made for VidUKon 2024.

Bad Blood (Never Ever), a Multi-Fandom fanvid by Fiercynn & Scribe We are never, ever, ever getting back together (like, ever).

Hate Me, an Interview with the Vampire fanvid by Killabeez I hate me for loving you.

Bottom of the River, a Due South fanvid by Scribe Hold my hand, ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river.

Rolling in the Deep, an X-Men fanvid by Arefadedaway I can't help thinking, we could've had it all.

(I'm Not Calling You a) Liar, a Steven Universe fanvid by Butterfly I love you so much I'm gonna let you kill me.

The Lost Sky, a Xena: Warrior Princess fanvid by Ohvienna Why would you say those words to me if you could not follow through?

This Is Everything, a Star Trek fanvid by Morrigan291 No, I'm not aware of how I could possibly love you without aching.

When We're Dancing, an 11.22.63 fanvid by Periru3 Let's pretend this song won't end, and we never have to go home.

La Noyée, a Portrait of a Lady on Fire fanvid by Tafadhali Running along the shore, I call to you to come back.

Personal Jesus, a Fleabag fanvid by Findmeinthealps & Teyla Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares.

No Children, a Community fanvid by Xandra You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand.

Lucky Me, a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanvid by Milly And you're sad, and you're sorry. Let it all out. What are you waiting for?

Till the World Ends, a Titanic fanvid by Rhoboat If you feel it, let it happen, keep on dancing til the world ends.

Thank U, Next, a Crazy Ex-Girlfriend fanvid by Ultraviolet Catastrophe I'm so fucking grateful for my ex.

Would've Been You, a Multi-Fandom fanvid by BeatriceEagle You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

A whole bunch of bonus vids - cut for time, or for duplicate songs, vidders, or fandoms:

Dante's Prayer, a Titanic fanvid by Thevetia & Morgandawn

Destroying Angels, a Yellowjackets fanvid by Tafadhali

Everything Stops, a Star Trek fanvid by BeatriceEagle

Exile, a Xena: Warrior Princess/Multi-Fandom fanvid by Ultraviolet Catastrophe

Let Me Live, a Multi-Fandom fanvid by BeatriceEagle

Mowgli's Road, a Brideshead Revisited fanvid by Obsessive24

Some Fantastic, a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanvid by Laura Shapiro

Something Just Like This, a Game of Thrones fanvid by Sisabet

The World You Thought You Lived In, a Multi-Fandom fanvid by BeatriceEagle

This Is Everything, a Torchwood/Doctor Who fanvid by 24SE

Where Did You Sleep Last Night, a Yellowjackets fanvid by Ohvienna

Writing Notes, a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanvid by Here's Luck

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richeeduvie · 2 months

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Baby coincidentally changing her locks around the same time Roman gets with Tabitha. I remember reading something here once that he just makes himself home at her place even if he is with Tabitha 😭 he has such a hard time being told no and Baby just goes “oh right,, i had to change my locks recently because I uhh lost my keys ??yeah” and he just stares at her like yeah?? Well?? Wheres my duplicate then🤨 and she just sighs 🧍‍♀️

Dog at Your Door

So we do know he's panicking, right?

It's after a slight conflict, Baby's secretly tense and insecure after witnessing Roman's affections towards Tabitha and was in his words "Acting pussy-hungry."

"Eat a cock. Preferably mines, who elses?"

And Roman, in all his fuck-assery and annoying, attention seeking nature, knew that got to Baby. He didn't know why, but it did. His shit-eating smirk faltered a little, barely noticeable to most. He scratched the back of his neck, watched how Baby walked off into the hall with a fucking attitude.

It just didn't help Baby at all to see the way Roman still holds the belief that he's safe in their friendship to have sex and act as if they're joined by their genitals and hearts while playing boyfriend-girlfriend with Tabitha. It isn't fair, not to her or herself - but Roman holds it so tightly that she knows it's genuine. It's not spiteful, as if he's saying "I own your heart, what are you going to do about it?"

It still hurts.

And all those blood-gushing moments of when Baby pretends to be angry or disappointed in Roman to get him small, insecure, and panicked? It's there when she changes the locks. But it's not purposeful. Not fully, at least.

Roman goes over to her place with almost fully forgetting their little stunt in the day. He knows she's not home, but it's routine to make himself home when she's not there. Sometimes he'll jizz on her pillowcase, or play a game on his phone. Sometimes take a nap, even though naps are for people who are about to turn to dust or toddlers.

But the door doesn't budge. The knob barely moves.

"What the fuck?"

And Roman tries again. And again. The vein along his forehead appears, there comes the thinly-pulled lips and the look in his eyes gets more childishly strained.

"What the fuck?"

So does his voice. It'd make Baby smile if she was there.

After the thirteenth door jam, Roman begins to pull at his hair.

"Fuck!"

It's about a hour worth of constant text messages when Baby reached her place.

'why the fuck can't I open the door to the pent'

'hey'

'what the fuck'

'What the actual fuck?'

'literally what did I do? It's an actual different lock too'

'fuck you seriously'

'I didn't know you were that pussy hungry but I didn't do anything and what?'

'What are you trying to say with this?'

'or can you tell me the lock broke or something?'

'hey'

'why can't I open the door?'

"Roman."

It's Baby standing over him in front of the door. He's rested, casually pissed and passive aggressive.

"I lost my other key."

His fingers play nervously with themselves. Baby watches Roman's chest rise and fall, it's even. But she knows him. It's manic. Not a good enough answer for him. He needs complete assurance that she's not going to leave him or filter him out - that and a kiss, an arm wrapped around his stomach while he sleeps.

"Why didn't you just get a new key?"

"That would mean a place where a stranger could have my key to my door. Changing the locks is safer."

He blinks up and scratches his nose.

"...That's fucking stupid. I'm here in like...belief? Belief you want me out and fuck Roman and his tiny, occupied cock that is perfectly available but I won't accept because your womanly ego convinced you someone might pick up your key and think you're worthy enough of a sex crime."

She looks the knob above his head, scratched up. She assumes (and assumes right) that that came from Roman growing increasingly more frantic and kept missing the keyhole when trying to open it over and over.

"You were about to break in. And what? Wait for me naked to pounce on me? Which would be more like begging. I'd reject which would get you huffy and then I would have to rub your chest like you're a fucking baby who had a bad day with Daddy."

Baby unlocked the door over Roman's head.

"If you were the cautionary scenario I was imagining when I was changing the locks, Rome, I'd keep the door wide open. It's all a pathetic, corporate nature."

"...I didn't even say anything."

"Say hi to Tabitha, and tell Shiv tha-"

"I wanna come in."

"Rome."

He steps in, tense and needy and every other word to describe and man stepping a panic, doing what needs to be done to be the center of her love and affection and she can't leave him outside the door.

And Baby knows that, and she's been so lonely that she'll indulge for the sake of herself.

Roman butts his head into her neck nearly-softly, like a cat. He smiles, not in smugness, but relief.

Sometimes a dog and his bone, other times a cat who gets what he wants anyway.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fic #succession fanfiction #roman roy imagine #roman roy fanfic #roman roy #succession imagine #succession x reader #roman roy fic

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baddestbittyontheblock · 9 months

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bada lee fic recs (2)

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𓆩❀𓆪 home by @throughthebluesea bada lee x reader | just warmth. fluff. heavily based with reese lansangan's home. (highly suggested to listen to it while reading this.)

-you wondered what type of day it is today. you were late at work, got scolded by your superiors, and finished a lot of backlogs that your superiors dumped on you. at this point, you're looking up at the dull white ceiling from your cubicle.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada headcannons by @urlovebot bada lee x reader

-bada when she’s pursuing you. reader is a lil oblivious and bada’s just like ‘this girl is mine she doesn’t even know it lololol’

𓆩❀𓆪 smut headcannons by @urlovebot bada lee x reader

-gf! bada lee got a corruption kink fr

𓆩❀𓆪 all the time by @urlovebot bada lee x reader | smut(sub bada. pussy fiend bada. bada is down so bad she is in hell. dom!reader(?). reader is a tease and bada is fed up)

-"feels so good bada."

𓆩❀𓆪 mirroring bluebird by @ssivinee bebe!bada lee x bebe!f!reader

-you are the younger sister of moze and had gone viral at the same time as her. while working under sm, you meet bada and become a core member of bebe, but what you get the same treatment your sister did

𓆩❀𓆪 the duplicate by @throughthebluesea bada lee x 1million member!reader | humor-ish, then fluff? sulky jealous bada, reader is utterly whipped since she sees her girl bada on kingbada so much. this is too cute. moment with 1million crew

-the second season of street woman fighter 2 has been the talk of the town since its premiere, alongside the show's fame is its parody counterpart, which is street gagwoman fighter 2, where a group of korea's highly respected comediennes come together and do parodies of the actual show's highlights by enjoycouple on youtube.

𓆩❀𓆪 the duplicate (special chapter) by @throughthebluesea bada lee x 1million member!reader | fluff, a bit humor-ish... bc... king bada is here again. overprotective bada, the rest of team bebe being the biggest instigators

-d-day. the finale episode has arrived, and everyone has been practicing hard, perfecting their final routines.

𓆩❀𓆪 i wanna ruin our friendship by @throughthebluesea bada lee x reader | friends to lovers, bada secretly pining over 'straight' reader, howl is a jerk in this fic, some angst, slightly suggestive (if you squint), lusher and tatter being so supportive, lusher's gaydar never miss.

-"i told you, i can't!"

𓆩❀𓆪 bada lee as your gf by @starrwhispers bada lee x reader | mildly suggestive, women making out!!

𓆩❀𓆪 bada drabble by @starrwhispers bada lee x reader

-imagine doing ur nighttime skincare routine with bada. it’s just such a cute girlfriend moment.

𓆩❀𓆪 blurb by @starrwhispers bada lee x reader | smut

𓆩❀𓆪 head over heels by @badasgirl bada lee x fem!reader | 18+ smut, friends (?) to kinda lovers, slight angst if you kinda like squint, slight fluff, built up tension, reader is shorter than bada,

-a late night studio session turns into something more when bada finally decides it’s time to end whatever tension you both shared.

𓆩❀𓆪 boyfriend by @bluebada bada lee x reader | nsfw(extremely suggestive and very explicit at times). it's giving switch vibes kinda but dom!bada prevail. reader wants it rough. not a complete smut tho.

-where bada is sick of seeing you cry over your stupid boyfriend, and she knows that she can be a better boyfriend to you. so much better than him

𓆩❀𓆪 oh you want me so bad by @badasgirl bada lee x reader | 18+, reader is somewhat shorter than bada, reader is called bunny a lot, CLINGY!BADA

-bada had the longest day of her life and she needs her girlfriend immediately. you just happen to be the best girlfriend in the world and you let bada do whatever she wants.

𓆩❀𓆪 home by @potchi-fics bada lee x reader

-the first thing that probably comes to mind when you hear that is a house, yes? i mean, it's not a wrong answer-- it's just, for you.. your home is a person. no matter where you are, what time it is, as long as you're with her: you are at home.

𓆩❀𓆪 you and me in the moment by @nimxie bada lee x fem!reader

-in the warm of one another, moments like this are perfect.

𓆩❀𓆪 all mine by @badaspebble bada lee x fem!reader | 18+ themes (dom!bada, possessive!bada, semi-public sex, jealously, dirty talk, praise, cunnilingus)

-being on SWF2 was great. meeting new people who were also considered legends was an added plus. you caught many eyes, but one set of eyes in particular stayed on you the entire time. bada notices, and so do you. deciding to dance with haechi wasn’t to make bada jealous, but still. It’s only fair that bada should do something about it.

𓆩❀𓆪 jealous kisses by @badaslovie bada lee x reader | 🤏🏼 suggestive

-bada and tatter were seen holding hands at a concert and you can't help but feel jealous.

𓆩❀𓆪 she's straight.... right? by @bluebada bada lee x fem!reader | highly suggestive, swearing, fake dating, teacher x student, lowercase intended, hword is making an appearance

-in which the woman you want the most is the one you could never have.

𓆩❀𓆪 control freak by @dallaji bada lee x reader | PORN WITHOUT PLOT (like leech rallay NO plot), established relationship, reader is a power bottom and bada is perplexed!! befuddled!!11, bada with a strap, toy

-your girlfriend doesn’t like giving up the reins, but perhaps with some gentle urging she will finally let loose. Even if it's just for a little bit.

𓆩❀𓆪 feel it by @princhii bada lee x fem!reader | 18+, dom!bada, drinking, use of weed, smut, use of strap, sub!reader, age gap (reader is of age, just refers bada as older woman!)

-and just like that, you were there. on her bed. ass up face down. how did you even get there again? oh yeah, that’s right.

𓆩❀𓆪 show you off by @aericrys bada lee x reader | smut

-“Jagiya, stop freaking out, the girls are all really nice, I promise! They’ve been dying to meet you!”

𓆩❀𓆪 100 days by @venuszn dom!bada lee x fem!reader | best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut(fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus (bada and reader give and receive), scissoring, emotionally constipated reader, whipped bada, MDNI)

-bada asks you to give her one hundred days to make you fall in love with her.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada lee as the 5 love languages by @venuszn dom!bada lee x fem!reader | smut (ringering, cunnilingus, use of vibrator, bada using a strap, exhibitionism, degradation (but also praise), light bondage, orgasm denial, nipple play, overstimulation, slight choking) and fluff , MDNI

𓆩❀𓆪 jealously, jealously by @handongscult bada lee x reader | possessive/jealous bada, suggestive towards end

-you come on swf2 to have a choreography created for your new song. someone gets a little too bold with you and bada stakes her claim.

𓆩❀𓆪 come get me by @badaspebble bada lee x fem!reader | 18+ themes, (dom!bada, jealous!bada, kinda mean!bada but she’s soft at the end, strap-on use, teasing, hair pulling, semi-public, praise, edging, choking, swearing, dacryphilia)

-bada hasn’t been paying attention to you lately, which is starting to be frustrating. at first it was fine, seeing how much work she had to put into her team. now that SWF was over, there was no need for her to pay so much attention to them. guess you’ll have to make her pay attention to you.

𓆩❀𓆪 too close by @urlovebot bada lee x reader | angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though

-"are you okay?"

𓆩❀𓆪 dating bada lee would include... by @unique-high bada lee x reader

-some things dating this beautifully hot woman would include.

𓆩❀𓆪 heacannons of bada asking insecure reader to sit in her lap by @urlovebot bada lee x reader | extra fluff

𓆩❀𓆪 save room for us by @dallaji bada lee x reader | ex-fwb, university setting, lengthy smut (like 50% ratio), both bada and reader are switches, relationship is the epitome of "its complicated", bada is a mess but please forgive her, author has never used a dating app before, kinda angsty?? hopeful ending though!!

-this could’ve been a perfect night: it was your first time being invited to a sorority house party and you were promised alcohol, decent music and good company. so naturally, because nothing is ever truly perfect, your ex-situationship had to be a part of said sorority.

𓆩❀𓆪 ride it! by @mikaleialt bada lee x reader | fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble

-in a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. for a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the crew battle mission, after getting defeated by mannequeen on the elimination round along with wolf'lo and lady bounce.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada headcannons by @aericrys bada lee x reader | fluff, smut

𓆩❀𓆪 how bada would handle being in public with her s/o by @bountycancelled bada lee x gn!reader | headcannons, author being delusional, lower case intended, fluff

𓆩❀𓆪 the elevator by @venuszn bada lee x reader | enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

-you and bada are rival choreographers under the same company. bada has always treated you differently and you didn’t know why. You convinced yourself that you hated her for it. but you’re both forced to face each other one evening when the company elevator breaks down and there’s no where to hide - from each other and ur feelings.

𓆩❀𓆪 your so pretty it hurts by @nimxie bada lee x fem!reader | angst, injury

-you never want to worry bada, but when you get hurt and try to hide it. she can’t help it

𓆩❀𓆪 jealousy by @seungxstar bada lee x fem!reader

-how bada would be if she was jealous…

𓆩❀𓆪 .......threesome? by @badaleesbish switch!bada x switch!reader x sub!tatter | NSFW(face sitting, fingering, choking, degrading, praising, use of strap)

-you and tatter decide to try to talk bada into having a threesome. Thinking that bada would turn down the request, you and tatter take some extreme measures to get bada in between the two of you.

𓆩❀𓆪 bada fic by @allur1ngs bada lee x reader

-mafia boss bada reacting to reader in a suit looking badass omg bada would literally drop her jaw

𓆩❀𓆪 her best friends by @mikachacha bada lee x singer!reader x monika shin

-your new song is a huge hit and your two girlfriends wanted to celebrate and spoil you for a job well done

𓆩❀𓆪 only one by @yayayxs bada lee x fem!reader | suggestive if you squint

-after winning street woman fighter nobody expected this…

𓆩❀𓆪 moonstruck pt:1 by @dkluvs bada lee x oc | 2.3k

-in which a romance so forbidden arises between an idol and her favourite choreographer.

𓆩❀𓆪 moonstruck pt:2 by @dkluvs bada lee x oc | 1.6k

-in which a romance so forbidden arises between an idol and her favourite choreographer.

𓆩❀𓆪 new game, new player by @ssivinee bebe!bada lee x dancer! f!reader | 4.7k

-jeon y/n joins SWF to prove that her being the sibling of an idol doesn't make her any less of a dancer, but while trying to do so, she makes new friends and potentially something more.

𓆩❀𓆪 expert level by @ssivinee bebe!bada lee x dancer! f!reader | 5.8k

-Part 2 of "New Game, New Player," suggested to read Part 1 first!

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada imagine #bada lee imagine #bada lee imagines #bada angst #lee bada #swf2 x reader #swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter 2 x reader #fics recs

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itzkingbo · 2 months

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Hello! Saw the request for requests! If you’re comfortable with it date with shoji at like a private hot spring or pool (somewhere private to unwind) after just like a couple long hard weeks of work? If not Shoji pretty much any character is good for it!

a/n: oh absolutely!! Shoji is so underrated! I never see anything for him! I hope this is what you were hoping for! Thank you for the request!

" pool day " Mezo Shoji x reader [requested]

[word count: 576]

[Warnings: none! all cute couple fluff]

Hero work had always proven to be tiring, with the long days and sometimes even longer nights. That was just how it was. Realistically the only thing better than going home and relaxing after work, was a day at the pool.

Shoji had been working effortlessly for the last few weeks at the agency he has been working at as a sidekick. With crime rates constantly fluctuating, they often had weeks that were way busier than others. The poor man had been craving a day at the pool for a few days now, and he had planned to take his girlfriend as a surprise.

Today was finally his first day off in a while, and he had gotten up early. He snuck out of bed and down to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast for the two of them. Miso soup is his girlfriend's favorite, so that's exactly what he made.

Not long after beginning cooking, the sound of heavy and tired footsteps echoed through the hallway, making their way down to the kitchen. Shoji turned his head to look over his shoulder as you appeared in the doorway, hair still disheveled from sleep and eyes droopy. He created a duplicate arm with a mouth facing you and turned his attention back to the stove.

"Morning, dear." He spoke as you got closer, receiving a tired grunt. "Miso soup?" Was all you managed out as you stepped to his side, peering into the pot. He retracted the extra arm and nodded softly.

"I was thinking.. since it's my first day off in a while.. would you like to go somewhere today after breakfast?" He asked, eyes darting to the side to gauge your reaction. He watched as your eyes lit up and all sense of sleep was washed away.

"Oh yes! Where too?" You cheered, suddenly not as grumpy as before. "I was thinking the pool?"

Without receiving a reply, your footsteps could be heard quickly moving out of the kitchen as you disappeared down the hall. After you two finished the miso soup, you got ready and headed to a local pool in the neighborhood.

Upon arrival, you immediately rushed inside. You set down your began of belongs onto one of the chairs nearby and slipped off your sandals. Shoji wasn't far behind, smiling behind his mask at how happy you were.

The little things like this always made him happy as long as there was a smile on your face and a sparkle in your eye. He watched as you slowly padded over to the edge of the pool and dove in elegantly. He quickly followed suit, minus the elegancy. His canon ball splashed water up and over you just as your resurfaced from your dive.

"Wah-!" You screeched just before being consumed by his waves. The moment your head popped back up above water you pushed both hands forward in a feeble attempt to get him back.

The two of you spent an hour or two there at the pool. It was a weekday so there weren't many people there. Even if there were, right now it felt like just you and your boyfriend. Giggles and laughter echoed around the pool building as you splashed and played around like kids.

This was it's own type of relaxation. Being able to let go of your worries and have fun with someone you love and care for, especially after a painfully long work week.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha oneshot #bnha oneshot #mezo shoji #shoji mezo x reader #shoji x reader #mha shoji

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ravencincaide · 10 months

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This little thing

Summary: Not every woman wants their boyfriend to buy them everything they lay their eyes on. It was just excessive. Unfortunately for you, that’s something that Chuuya still struggles with. Or the time Chuuya got you one meaningful gift instead of 50 just-because ones.

Pairing: Reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 11: Shopping

Hope you enjoy~ ______________________________________________________________

“ Chuu, are you really getting all those felted bunnies for yourself?”

You did little to hide your teasing smile as you stared at your boyfriend's confused expression, his arms filled to the brim with at least fifty handmade animals in all shapes, colours and sizes. All of them were soft; either knitted, crochet or felted and all with exquisite details. Hearing your comment he looked down at his arms, seeming to just realize he may have overdone it slightly. Turning his head left and then right, he quickly came to the realization that there was little place in the small shed for him to place them down. It wasn’t long until the 50 or so animals were levitating in the air between you.

“ So pass on the bunnies” Chuuya agreed, flickering his eyes towards the shelf furthest away where he took them from. All twenty of them returned to the shelf in neat little lines. You watched with an amazed expression on your face, always fascinated by his ability whenever he used it. Which was rare around you. “ Sweetheart?”

You closed your mouth and turned away from the bunnies and back to your boyfriend and the remaining thirty animals levitating around him. Not a single duplicate, each one slightly different than the next, in one way or another one. “ Why so many Chuu?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side.

Chuuya watched your expression carefully before raising his hand and rested it on your cheek. The leather of his glove felt cool on your skin, the touch loving. Even if you’d wish he took those damned things off when around you. “ Because you like this sort of thing”

You blinked in confusion for a moment, trying to figure out where he got that idea from, before it finally clicked. “ Do you mean the felted fox I have in my bookshelf? The one my mum made for me before I moved out?”

“ It looked like it could use a few friends” was all he said, his eyes looking at you with such adoration you could have sworn you hung the moon. Or something. But you could see past that loving expression and down to the emotion which triggered this behavior of excessively buying you anything you could remotely like, let alone want or need. Each date would end with your hands full of different gift bags and presents as if you had just gone Christmas shopping for your entire family instead of spending a few hours together. So now when you were actually out to look around the autumn market with intentions to buy some random cute or practical autumn items you were terrified of how many more things your sweet yet excessive boyfriend would bestow upon you.

“ Love” you called and pressed a hand against his cheek feeling him instantly lean into the touch“ You don’t need to buy me anything, you don’t need to bribe me with gifts and trinkets to keep me. I’m gonna remain your girlfriend even if you get me nothing. So please- no excessive shopping.” You plead hoping you could get through to him. Reluctantly three more animals returned to their shelves.

Only 27 more to go.

“ It shouldn’t be a problem for me to buy things for my girlfriend.” He pressed a quick peck to your lips, clearly deciding that this would be the end of this conversation. You, however, were not planning to give up until all the animals returned to their rightful place.

“ Chuu we talked about this” you mumbled, letting your hand drop away from his cheek and pressing your fingers against your forehead, above the bridge of your nose. You were fighting off the oncoming headache “ You know that when you just pile on things on me like this it makes me feel inherently guilty and indebted to you. I know it’s not what you’re after- I honestly do- but it also makes it harder for me to say no to you when I really should.”

“ You never need to feel that way,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “ You know I’d never ask for anything that you don’t want or aren’t ready for.”

You looked up at him as he moved your fingers away from your forehead and clasped them tightly in his hand. His lips were quick to replace them, the gentle touch beginning to ease the frown. “ Chuu please” you begged “ We can compromise on something somewhere else okay? I really don’t want anything from here and if you keep buying me things I show a slight interest in I’ll not have enough space for the truly precious gifts you get me.”

You watched him hesitating, the gears in his head turning as he fought back the argument that ‘you could just move in with him’ or he could ‘buy you a bigger place or storage space’. Thankfully even Chuuya realized that your relationship was not at that point, yet. “ Fine” he muttered, pulling back and pushing his hat over his eyes as the remaining animals returned to their shelf.

“ Thank you Chuu” You gave him a peck on the lips, trying to ignore how pouty he looked. Like the thought of not gifting you the entire store physically hurt him “ Now that we’ve checked this place out, wanna head towards the fall market stalls? I heard the farmers outdid themselves this year with fall-themed treats and pastries!”

Before Chuuya replied, you grabbed his hand and turned around, starting to head for the door.

Just then something off to the side, hanging on the wall, partially obscured by numerous knitted hats and gloves, caught your eye. It was a hanger full of white hand-knitted floor-length scarf that resembled more a small blanket than something practical. It was full of intricate designs in various shades of white. From this distance you couldn’t fully tell what the designs were, but you were certain they were just as detailed as the rest of the items in the shop- if not more. You were captivated by the way it shimmered from a distance; the shift of silver, icy and blue colours depending on how the light hit it. But most importantly, it looked soft and warm, like a hug that would protect its wearer against even the coldest and most bone chilling Japanese winter days. It was clearly a handmade thing- a unique one of kind that you had never before seen. And you were certain you’d never see a second of its kind again. God you wanted to look at it closer, run your fingers over the material to see if it was as soft as it looked.

You bit your lip in thought.

Then deciding that it would make you too much of a hypocrite if you were to go and buy the first thing your eyes lingered on after you just scolded Chuuya for doing just that. So you turned your back on it and headed outside the small store pulling your boyfriend behind you.

You regretted your choice almost the second you step outside; the autumn sun was quick to set while you were browsing inside the warm stall, letting the chilly autumn night air set in. The wet coldness seemed to crawl past your clothes and chill you to your core despite the five layers you were wearing. A scarf would have been nice, you mused to yourself bitterly.

Still proud and stubborn however, you refused to turn around and get it. Instead you took a look around the sea of people before picking a direction at random. It wasn’t long until you and Chuuya were walking side by side, admiring the handiwork:, from hand carved wooden toys and games to weaved socks and sweaters. It didn’t take long until you arrived at the part of the market which sold food; jams, cheeses and meats, fall vegetables and even pumpkins together with a pumpkin carving contest.

“ Sweetheart shall we get some hot chocolate?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who nodded in the direction of a semi-long line. All it took was another blow of the chilly wind for you to agree. Indeed you nodded, hot chocolate sounded like a splendid idea to warm up. Almost too eager you went to the queue wondering what sorts of flavors they had to offer. You stood ahead of Chuuya in line, with your boyfriend hugging you from behind, head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed. Gently you moved from one foot to another, a soft rocking motion that kept you warmer and seemed to make your boyfriend sleepier.

You hated to admit it but if it got any colder you’d probably have to call it a day early, independently of how much more of this market you got to see. The thought made a wave of disappointment wash over you, this was one of the few together-activities that you were really looking forward to and wouldn't get to re-experience until next year!

“ Sweetheart, can you get me the dark one with marshmallows?” Chuuya asked after five minutes of waiting, breaking your trail of thought.

You tilted your head to the side in confusion “ Sure, you going somewhere?”

“ Just give me a moment” Chuuya pressed a kiss to your neck, his cold nose making you shiver, before he disappeared into the masses, somehow perfectly blending in despite how lightly dressed he was, on top of wearing his hat and black coat which swayed behind him with each step. Although his clothes were stunning on him, they did make him stand out among the masses of warm coats and gloves. You looked after him before shaking your head and turning back to count the number of heads that were left before it was your turn. Concluding it was ‘many’ you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself missing Chuuya’s embrace more than ever.

It took you another ten minutes until you got hot chocolate for you both. Once you got the two large cups overflowing with goonesses you began facing the dilemma of where you’d find Chuuya. Looking left, then right you made your way towards a small empty table to the side of the stall and set your mugs down there. Before you could reach for your phone, a familiar arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you closely to his chest. “ Hmm smells good. Wait long sweetheart?”

“ Not at all” You smiled as he nuzzled into you before moving back from you. The action confused you: you turned your body to face him, your back leaned against the table momentarily forgetting about the chocolate and the coldness.

“ Here Y/N” Chuuya stated as he held up the paperbag towards you, looking to the side. His face looked flushed, something between embarrassed and guilty, with a redness that not even the chilly autumn wind could achieve.

You looked skeptic for a moment before carefully taking the bag from him. You watched his hand drop to his side and he still wasn’t looking at you, perhaps because he was expecting that you’d scold him for it. In fact you could see him sigh heavily, clenching and unclenching his fist in nervousness.

You turned your attention away from Chuuya and towards the white wrapping tissue which kept the gift inside obscured. With careful fingers you moved the paper aside before you gasped. Inside was the fluffy white scarf, looking even more stunning than it did on the hanger.

“ Ohh Chuuya-baby you shouldn’t have” you mumbled in shock trailing your fingers carefully over the hand embroidered design of a shimmering- glittering snowflake. The material was much softer than you could have imagined. “ It must have been so expensive.”

“ Do you like it?” he asked carefully, still cautious in case he had somehow offended you.

“ I love it” you looked up at him with a huge smile on your face. “ This is the best and most thoughtful gift you’ve ever given me, thank you so so soooo much Chuu!”

He chuckled at your excitement before reaching for the bag, intending to help you wrap yourself up in it. As he draped the warm material over your shoulders you grabbed the front of his jacket and crashed your lips together in a long, grateful kiss. It took him less than a second to reciprocate, his lips moving against yours. The kiss was deep yet sweet and gentle, neither rushed nor sexy-passionate. Still it was a kiss you’d remember for a long time.

After all, there was just something magical about kissing Chuuya in the middle of the autumn market, surrounded by people, lights and under the warmths of the most thoughtful and caring gift your boyfriend had ever gifted you. Even if with each kiss the hot chocolate behind you grew colder and colder..

#bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #sweetober #Chuuya sweetness #caring boyfriend #autumn market #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs chuuya #buying thoughtful gifts #Cold sweetness

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papaya-twinks · 3 months

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kika!! love all your writing 💕 i have a req if you’re not too busy. how about oscar and former best friend reader. where they were part of the logan-oscar-yn friend group and oscar and yn were super close and they both liked each other. but then oscar starts dating lily, who is basically yn (yn is an engineer and stuff) also no hate to lily, just needed to choose someone, and then angst or fluff, ending is up to you! also, i’m thinking smau or written for this. sorry this is so damn long 😭 it’s hard to describe what i’m thinking 💀 have a great day!! ☺️

Warnings: angst, fluff

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

A/N - I’m using Lily Zneimer (no hate to her, she’s adorable), but in this, she needs to look like the reader, so, she doesn’t look like what he actually does, make her up as you feel if you get what I mean.

Oscar was very much in love with you - it was obvious to anyone and everyone except, well, you it seemed. “Mate, I’m tried of this,” Oscar groaned as Lando rubbed his face wearily. “Mate, tell her how you feel,” Lando said slowly, repeating the same phrase he’d been saying for the past ten minutes. “I can’t, I’m not ruining our friendship if she rejects me,” Oscar mumbled.

“I can’t do it for you, can I?” Lando sighed, “maybe she’s just oblivious,”. Oscar sighed, shaking his head. “More likely, she doesn’t feel the same way,”. Lando sighed, rubbing his cheek at his teammate. “Evidently, loving her is stopping you from loving anyone else,” Lando said, “if you don’t wanna ask her out and just pine for her, there’s not point,”.

Lando was right, staying there and just waiting as if a miracle would get you to suddenly fall in love with Oscar wasn’t gonna happen. Not in this world.“Y/N, I wanna introduce you to someone,” Oscar said, walking up behind you as you pulled your headphones off. You were sitting at the pit wall, going through some data, but you looked up, seeing your best friend.

“Alright,” you followed him as he lead you into the mass of engineers - to a girl. She was beautiful - quite similar looking to you, actually, wearing the same McLaren top and headphones. “Shes an engineer, and my girlfriend,” Oscar said, studying your face for a reaction. You had to physically refrain your face from dropping at the last word. Girlfriend.

Your best friend who’d never ever dated anyone, the one you had a huge crush on, was dating someone. “So?” Oscar asked, as if asking for approval. “Hi,” you said to her, “you’re very pretty,”. She nodded with a small blush - she was very gorgeous actually. That’s what made it hurt even more. “She’s the same as you, basically,” Oscar said. Wow. Ouch.

You nodded, before turning to go back to the pit wall, mumbling a ‘bye’ quickly and walking off. “I’ll finish this,” Lily gestured to the pile of work. In truth, Oscar didn’t really like Lily. He was effectively channelling his feelings for you into hurt. It was wrong, he knew that. He was leading her on, basically. But he couldn’t resist.

“Mate what have you done?” Lando asked, approaching Oscar as Lily walked away. “Hm? Nothing,” Oscar said, frowning to his teammate. “You’re dating Lily,” Lando said, “Oscar she’s exactly like Y/N,”. Oscar turned to Lando. “I’m doing what you said,” he said, a small scoff leaving his lips. “I didn’t say date Y/N’s duplicate!” Lando groaned, “mate, you’ve fucked it all up, haven’t you?”

Oscar snorted, walking away, but Lando’s words rang in his mind. You’ve fucked it all up. He had, hadn’t he? He’d gone and torn apart your potential feelings for him, if you had any, and dated someone who was just…you. If you did like him, in his mind, it would hurt, right? But dating you…there’s no man as terrified as the man who stands to lose you.

f1gossip

caption: Oscar Piastri seems to have a girlfriend, and research has been done to confirm she’s an engineer for McLaren, Lily Zneimer. Just like Y/N, it seems 🤔

user1: wtf, he’s just dating a y/n dupe

user2: this is bullshit wtf is he doing

user3: is he cheating on y/n

-> user4: they weren’t dating, they were best, but there was defo smthn more to it

-> user5: how did he miss the way she looked at him!?

user6: L move from Piastri.

You read the comments, all of them seemingly hacking. Your own feelings, before turns in your phone off. “Hey, you okay?” a voice said behind you. “I’m alright,” you turned to Lando, shrugging. “Met Lily, yet?” he asked. You nodded, slumming at his words slightly as you plastered a fake smile on your face.

“She’s just like you,” Lando said quietly. You nodded,d unsure of what to say as he started again, “worryingly like you, Y/N,”. You looked up at his words, cocking your head, slightly. “What does that mean?” you raised an eyebrow. “Figure it out,” Lando said, with a curt nod, before walking away, leaving you alone to think. “What the hell…?” you muttered.

“Mate, if you don’t fucking talk to her, I swear I’m gonna fucking…” Lando groaned as Oscar huffed. “I’m trying! What do I say? I’m dating your dupe?” Oscar rolled his eyes. “I don’t know! I’m playing full time therapist for both of you, and half time F1 driver, I’m done, Oscar!” Lando slammed his phone down. “Look,” he said, picking up once more. “Everyone says it’s a shit move,” he showed Oscar the countless posts about it.

“I just dump Lily? What if Y/N doesn’t wanna date me?? Oscar said, groaning. “Oh she does. Definitely,” Lando said. “Dump Lily after a week,” Oscar mumbled. “And you’re sure I should?” he asked weakly. “Positive,”. Oscar walked into the garage, seeing Y/N dupe Lily standing at her usual desk. “Need to tell to you,” he muttered as she frowned, looking up at him “I-I think we should…break up,” he added.

He raised an eyebrow at her expression, not in the slightest confused. “For Y/N?” she asked, a small smile on her face, “I know. I’ve seen how you look at her,”. He was moderately surprised at her reaction as he looked at her, eyes wide. “Just slide me Lando’s number,” she added with a laugh as Oscar chuckled.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Oscar said, grabbing your arm as you walked down the pitlane. “Oh, hi,” you said, voice monotone. “I broke up with Lily,” he looked almost proud, confusing you ever more. “Why?” you asked, weary still. “Just…I…” he trailed off, realising he needed to admit his feelings now. “Got you,” he mumbled.

“So you broke a girl’s heart for me?” you asked, tone almost condescending as he looked take aback. “No, no, she was okay with it,” he frowned, still holding onto your arm. “That’s likely,” you muttered, pulling your hand out of his grasp as he his eyebrows creased together further. “What are you doing?” Lando asked, almost sarcastically at Oscar.

“You dumped Lily…and just went and told her?” Lando scoffed as Oscar flushed. “Sorry I’m not a playboy,” he muttered as Lando rolled his eyes. “Listen, mate, you’ve done nothing but hurt her, why can’t you see that maybe you’re hurting her even more,” Lando gestured to you as you turned your head out of Oscar’s sight.

You stepped back from the Aussie, towards Lando as Oscar blinked. “How am I hurting her more..?” Oscar asked. “Go,” Lando said, pushing you softly back to the pit wall. “You just admitted you dated someone because she was just like Y/N,” Lando said slowly, “what can that insinuate? That, maybe, Y/n wasn’t good enough?”.

Oscar gulped at his words, his eyes wide. “She is, she’s good enough,” he said quietly. “Then tell her, for fucks’ sake! And maybe the play boy has good advice for once,” Lando muttered as Oscar looked at him sheepishly. “Listen mate, I didn’t mean to call-,” he started but Lando shook his head. “Shush, go to Y/N! Go!”.

Oscar nodded vigorously, jogging after you as you walked to the pit wall, mind clouded with thoughts. “Y/N!” Oscar said once more, making you slump slightly. “I just…I-I…” he gasped for breath for a second as you gazed at him, almost unimpressed. “I need to say…” he said. “I’ll wait,” you said, almost sarcastically as he panted.

After a few seconds, he looked up, gulping slightly. “I dated Lily coz I was afraid of asking you to date me and I didn’t know what to do, because I was scared I’d ruin out friendship by asking you out so I asked Lily out and-,” word, he sounded like a high school kid with a crush. “Oscar, stop talking,” you groaned, shaking your head.

The small squeak he let out when your lips connected to his was muffled slightly, his eyes wide before squeezing shut. “Now go give Lando a few hundred,” you snorted, “we owe him for the therapy,”.

#oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x fem!reader #oscar Piastri imagines

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aetherdoesthings · 6 months

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Hey I love the way you write Robin in your story's so i was wondering how would reader react to Robin who got turned into a child, but she still has her memory of a 30 year old... please

hey! thanks for the compliment 😊

forethoughts: woah aether posts consecutively?! anyways, planning to do a beiguang smut or nico robin x fem!reader smut sometime soon. idk that could be my 100 follower special? whichever one y'all want.

notes: gn!reader, comedy? idk it's just my sense of humor.

It was a normal day on the Sunny. Well, normal for you. Normal as in Nami was chasing Luffy around, Zoro bickering with Sanji, Usopp and Chopper in a game of ‘who can get hurt faster’. You excluded yourself from the madness, finding refuge in the private library only you and Robin had access to.

Ah, the privileges you got for being the partner of the resident Straw hat archaeologist.

You were sitting cross legged on the carpeted ground, organizing the bookshelves and dusting the shelves as Robin had requested. As you finished the last row, the door clicked open, before shutting with a bang.

A smile formed on your face at the sound of your girlfriend’s arrival. You stood up, turning around to greet the love of your life. “Robin! I didn’t know you were back so soon. I thought you were-”

A shriek was ripped out of your mouth, as you stumbled back, staring at the figure in front of you. A small petite girl, a third your height was standing in front of the door. She had jet black hair with ocean blue eyes, brows furrowed and a familiar frown on her face. You recognized those ocean blue eyes; you couldn’t ever forget the sight of tranquility in eons. But those eyes didn’t belong on the face of a dwarf.

“What in the fuck?” You stammered, staring at the girl. “How did you get on board?! A pirate ship? Do you know where you are, kid?!”

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Robin.” The girl squealed, taking a step towards you. You instinctively took a step back, a hand absentmindedly reaching for the sword on the desk. Robin? What in the fuckknuckles? Who does this girl think she is, walking onto the Sunny and proclaiming to be my girlfriend?

“No, no, nope. Robin, first of all, is thrice your height, and her voice is WAY lower than yours.” Your voice cracked, leaking with hesitancy. This girl, wherever she came from, was NOT your girlfriend. You were 50% sure.

“Y/N, please, put down the sword.” NotRobin took another step closer to you, desperation cracking through that surprisingly familiar stoic expression. “Ask me anything. I promise I’m Robin.”

“Okay. Okay. Fine.” You placed the weapon back on the desk, staring down at the kid. “If you’re Robin, use your devil fruit power.”

NotRobin let out a sigh, closing her eyelids. She raised her arms, crossing them in front of her chest. Like a seed germinating, a hand sprouted from your chest, the duplicate fingers flicking your forehead before disappearing with a flower petal. You stumbled back, placing a hand on where the duplicate hand was. That flick had sent your soul out of your body, leaving you paralyzed with shock and confusion. It wasn’t after a while your soul came back, as you faced MaybeRobin, her arms folded on top of each other under her chest, a smug smile on her face.

“T-That was unnecessary!” You managed to regurgitate out.

“Still don’t believe me?” MaybeRobin let out a small chuckle.

Your cheeks flushed red. “W-Well! Maybe you somehow have the devil fruit ability to replicate other devil fruits, and you just happen to know it’s Robin’s devil fruit!”

“Y/N, I love you, but darling your logic is still terrible.”

“Shut up!” You stammered, while MaybeRobin had a devious smile on her face. Of course MaybeRobin was relishing in your embarrassment. Actual Robin would do the same. You thought to yourself.

“Okay, then.” Recomposing yourself, you faced MaybeRobin with a serious look. “If you really are Robin, who confessed first?”

“You did.” MaybeRobin answered without hesitation.

“Lucky guess. Where did I-”

“In the crow’s nest. During my turn to watch over the Sunny. You crept into the crow’s nest in the middle of my turn, and confessed, and then we stayed up there the entire night cuddling and watching the stars.” ProbablyRobin answered with a monotone voice, as if she was repeating a speech she was forced to memorize a hundred times like it was nothing.

You stared at ProbablyRobin with a shocked look, but quickly pursed your lips, not letting ProbablyRobin know she was right. “Lucky guess. If you were really really my girlfriend, you would know that-”

“You have a birthmark on your left thigh near your-”

“OKAY, OKAY. I GOT IT.” You shouted at the top of your lungs, glaring at Robin with a warning look. Robin let out a giggle, placing a hand in front of her mouth. That laugh. That laugh that caught your heart. That laugh that made you fall in love with the girl that spent her life running away from the world. Bending down, you faced your supposed girlfriend, looking into those familiar ocean blue eyes. “Riddle me this then, if you really are Robin, why are you a kid?”

“Perhaps our last fight in that laboratory had some lasting effects. I do recall one of the scientists hitting me with some sort of chemical.” Robin answered nonchalantly.

You stared at Robin, jaw glued to the floor. “YOU GOT HIT BY UNKNOWN CHEMICALS AND YOU DIDN’T GO TO CHOPPER?!”

“I went to Chopper, rest assured. He’s certain this is… whatever this is is harmless and will go away soon.” Robin smiled at you. An uneasy feeling churned in your heart, as you hesitantly placed your hands on child Robin’s shoulders.

“This is… weird.” You stated, giving Robin the same lookdowns she would always give you.

“I know. But it’ll go away soon. Everything will return back to normal.” Robin reassured.

“No, I mean, yes. Yes, this will go away soon. I’m just saying, this is weird. My girlfriend is a child.” You made a vomit sound. “I’d never imagined that sentence coming out of my mouth. Euch. Please tell me this will go away soon.”

Robin giggled. “Be glad you only said that to me, not to the others. Otherwise everyone will start seeing you in a different light.”

“Hey! Not my fault! My girlfriend right now is LITERALLY a child!”

#one piece #op #nico robin #nico robin x reader #child robin #aetherasks

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privacy

19: idea of luxury

NOTES contains: kissing, mentions of 'housewife' (lol this so random ToT), very very lightly suggestive??? (tbh idek what counts as suggestive anymore :"D)

It was cold inside, but your hands were sweating.

Was it from the tension? You don't know. Likely, but not certain. Nervousness? Another possibility.

But was the cause of it related to the lean blue-haired man currently making his way towards you?

Certainly.

"Are you gonna publish an interior magazine?" Ayato smirked. "You keep taking photos of my penthouse, [Name]."

You rolled your eyes. "No, but I'm capturing all I want because I may never get to see this again. This would make good inspo for my future home."

Standing right in front of where you were sitting on the couch, you hear him feign a sigh. 'Close,' you thought.

"Love, you can go to my penthouse anytime. I can even have a duplicate key made for you. You want that?"

"No."

Ayato raised a brow. "And here I thought you liked my home."

"Not enough to treat it as my own, apparently."

"Shame. I was about to ask you to be my housewife."

You immediately sat up, causing you to be closer to him. The light fabric of the shirt Ayato's wearing was mere centimeters away from you. "Oh? Does that interest you?"

Baffled from what he said prior, you opted to ignore the almost nonexistent distance between you and the body of the man you're currently looking up to. "Excuse me? Housewife?"

"Yes?"

"Why the fuck do you think I'd want to be your housewife?"

Truthfully, for a moment, you considered the possibility. You've never wanted to slap yourself so bad once certain images flashed in your mind: the two of you smiling sweetly at each other, you cooking meals for Ayato (because he can't cook to save a life) in this very same penthouse, and more scenarios of affectionate domestic activities. Not to mention that the scenes even had filters when you imagined them.

You despise your own mind sometimes.

Maybe you should write scripts, too.

"Oh? You don't?"

Why in the world are you having this kind of conversation with him as he's looking down at you and you're staring up at him?

This is... a little...

'Ayato's a fucking tease.'

"No. I don't."

Your boyfriend laughed heartily. "Are you sure, love? You know, tens — if not hundreds — of thousands of people would get on their knees to be my housewife." He started leaning down towards you. "Some people even use that as their social media handles."

You forced out the actress in you, only so that he cannot see the expression that you truly were about to show. Why was he this close?

Actually, why were you guys even taking this long conversing about this one topic?

A sassy facade. "Well, sorry to burst your bubble, mister, but I'm not them."

You noticed how his brows lightly shot up in realization, how his playful gaze turned into one of delight. It's astonishing, really. How he could easily switch.

He let out a deep breath. "You're right, love. You are not them."

Ayato leaned in even closer, settling his hands on the backrest behind you to support himself.

Earlier, it was his shirt that your face almost had contact with. But now...

It was his face.

His unfairly perfect face.

A genuine smile from the guy was all it took to break your pretense.

"You're my girlfriend, right, [Name]?"

It took a lot of willpower to go back to acting composed and unaffected after that certain display of his.

Seriously.

"Yeah. A fake one."

You could swear something changed in his eyes.

Ayato, however, made sure that you can't point it out — how his heart dropped, how the previously present glint in his irises disappeared, how his lips almost displayed a frown with a single statement of yours.

'Did you really have to say that?' he mused.

Fortunately, he was an expert at turning things around. He had a knack for harvesting pleasant outcomes from unfavorable situations.

Ayato was not about to let that one thing ruin his day.

"Ah," he stared back again. "Thank you for mentioning that, [Name]. I almost forgot."

You frowned. "That what? We're fake dating?"

His lips curve to a smirk.

And everytime he does that, you die.

"No. What we were supposed to be doing."

"Huh?"

The man sighed. "Dearest love, you can't have possibly forgotten that we're here to kiss."

"Fuck."

"Hehe."

"Do you want to get on with it now?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. It's not like it's a big deal anyway."

Liar.

"I've done this plenty of times with my co-leads."

"Oh? I see." You fail to see how his gaze darkened, with how his face was positioned near your ears. "I'm expecting you to be a good kisser then," he whispered.

You braced yourself.

The two of you stared at each other for seconds, with neither of you making a single move.

"When are you going for it?"

"Huh?"

"You're too slow, love. Is it taking you so long to muster up the courage to come and kiss me?"

"What do you mean?! I was waiting for you, you dumb fu—"

A peck on your forehead. Then your left cheek, then the right. Another on your nose. The next one on your chin.

The last one being on the corners of your lips.

'Is he playing with me?!'

He pulled away, grinning like a complete fool. "Ayato!"

"What?" He played innocent.

"Please. Let's just get this over with," you plead.

His gaze remained still on you. In Ayato's eyes, you looked absolutely divine. You with your furrowed brows, pleading eyes, and pouty lips... How could he ever refuse you?

How could he ever resist?

"As the lady wishes."

This time, he was heading for your lips.

But he stopped halfway.

"Motherfu—"

There it was.

His lips tasted like cherries — they felt like them, too.

One...

Two...

Three...

He pulled away by then, with you not being able to get your fill.

It was utterly embarrassing, how your head somewhat chased after his when he distanced himself. Luckily, you were able to control yourself and stopped before he even opened his eyes.

And when they found their way back to yours, his lavender eyes were hazy. Dark and lidded, certainly different from the bright and mischievous ones from just minutes ago.

You were sure you weren't in a better condition either.

The breaths you make are heavy, and so are your eyelids. And your mind?

Blank.

You opened your mouth first. "Ayato, I..."

"Sshh." He placed a finger against your lips. "We're not quite done yet, love. Don't you think so?"

'I can't fucking think.'

You mumbled incoherently at him, confused.

"I believe that first kiss we made... it's not that convincing yet, no?" He breathed.

Ayato made your foreheads touch. "Unless, you don't share the same opinion as mine? If that's the case, then we can stop here, and..." A sigh. "call it a day."

You took a deep breath.

The usual curve of his lips returned as your hands reached around his nape.

"No. I find it unconvincing as well."

privacy — ayato x reader smau

prev. masterlist. next.

NOTES -> not a cliffhanger this time (i think) so that u guys can sleep in peace😌 -> i cannot believe i wrote this (wrote late at night before i slept and i swear my face is heating up) -> my brain is not functioning anymore after writing this -> was listening to 'collide' while writing 👀

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#privacy smau #ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin smau #ayato smau #aestherin #genshin celebrity au #modern au #genshin modern au

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alicefromwhichplanet · 6 months

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I’m going to voice my opinions on G1 Elita One here for a reader asked me this on ao3 at my fic Heroic Nonsense. I want to keep a record here as well for my future references and maybe find someone with similar ideas. So I still decided to use tags for content classification. Anyone who might feel irritated about me deconstructing this character may leave. But if you resonate with me or are interested in my analysis feel free to discuss.

I guess my view on G1 Elita One is basically negative, both in terms of her characterization and her representation of women.

If we genuinely talk about characterization, I think G1 Elita One is a very one-dimensional and uninteresting character. Because: 1) She doesn’t have a consistent personality or motivation of doing things. Of course you can say that her motivation is to save her boyfriend and lead the “femme bots”, but these don’t look natural, with the lack of a background story. She looks like a puppet squeezed into the show to be the protagonist’s girlfriend.

2) Also about her role. I feel that Hasbro made Elita One a shadow of Optimus Prime, giving her exactly the same position and constantly stressing her importance, when actually she contributes zero to the overall plot development. The “femme bot squad” in the show is an awkward duplicate of the male team, with every femme bot assigned to the male bot at the same position as their girlfriend/love interest(Elita One—Optimus Prime-leader, Chromia— Ironhide-second in command). I do not know the reason why “femme bots” in the play need to fight alone, and I do not know why Elita One is the leader except the fact that she is Optimus’s girlfriend. So what is the play implying by making such a character? Honestly I think this is even worse than having no female characters in the play.

3)Her plot is totally predictable. It’s a classic Hollywood hero-saves-damsel in distress story. From the moment when Alpha Trion asked her to go on a mission on her own (for what? Why? Till today I still think Alpha Trion is doing this simply because he is an avatar of the playwright) I know she will be caught and rescued by Optimus Prime. Such stories are easily guessed and easily forgotten.

If we talk about gender representation, I have to say Elita One hardly represents any pioneering thoughts of feminism or gender equality. To begin with, I want to clarify that feminism/gender equality aims to question and overthrow patriarchy system, which includes breaking the gender stereotypes and challenging fixed gender roles, heteronormative relationships included. Unfortunately Elita One just repeated/ reinforced the stereotypes/ the fixed model of heterosexuality. She is in bright pink, an assigned color to represent females. She is abruptly introduced as Optimus’s girlfriend, without any background information (how they fell in love, why Optimus chose to have a relationship with her in particular, without the biological need to reproduce, what kind of person she is before she met Optimus). It feels like the playwright cannot bear an action hero not being able to “win over” some pretty chicks. She is made/resurrected by Optimus’s parts, which is just like Adam and Eve and confirms her position as “the second sex”. All of her plots are rigid and boring and she lives like a duplicate, or a moon revolving around Optimus. What’s worse, in her very short debut she is still portrayed as “sweet, understanding, and loves her boyfriend so much that she becomes irrational when he is in danger”, the most typical stereotype of a hero’s wife under male gaze.

Judged from my analysis, I think she is basically a functional character. This means she is created to fulfill a purpose in another character’s characterization, rather than existing on her own. In particular, the purpose of her creation is to add a girlfriend to Optimus Prime, so that he fulfills some people’s fantasy of a “normal” male action hero. With this function as the very beginning of her characterization, the playwright will not be able to make her a round character, or give her any believable motivations. Nor does the playwright actually care.

Now that I think about it, this kind of character may work for some people, because they genuinely believe it is necessary for heroes to be paired up with an opposite sex, or like to imagine themselves as “the lucky chosen girl” through this character (this might be harsh). But I just want to say, it doesn’t work for me. In years of reading and using feminist criticism, it has become harder and harder for me not to be picky about characters, or not to be sensitive about gender issues in any show. Repulsion is not the only way I feel about her. She is my least favorite character.

#transformers #writing #tf g1 #maccadam #elita one #optimus prime #character analysis #transformers femmes #feminism #discourse #my thoughts #deconstruction #gender equality #women’s representation

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Two of a Kind (Double!Felix x OFC)

MASTERLIST

Summary: When two versions of the same Yongbok Evelyn has come to adore show up at her apartment, her life gets a little more complicated... but she's not complaining.

A/N: Okay, so this is a lot for me to post. I hope it's good or at the very least enjoyable. It's not getting a lot of attention on AO3, so I'm giving in and posting here in hopes that I can find the positive affirmations I'm craving. Anyway, enjoy, I hope?

Warnings below cut.

Word count: 14,657

WARNINGS: Fairly fast moving; Smut (I'm not warning against specifics, just know this is a polygamous sort of situation so there is definitely double penetration here); fluff; a lot of dirty talk/language; porn with plot; breeding kink; mention of a dildo, but isn't present; science fiction/magical unexplainable situation; Felix and Yongbok are two separate persons, but also the same; this is just raunchy and dirty, so if you choose to read this, be aware of the content I have put out and you are taking in. Please be responsible about it. 💜

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She stares, lips parted and eyes wide. Two sets of the same deep brown eyes she knows better than her own look back at her, assessing her reaction. Identical faces on identical bodies stand outside her apartment door. The only noticeable difference between them is their hair. Even the freckles across their face are the same. The blond she’s confident she has known since middle school, but the dark-headed version of the same face she is unfamiliar with. She was sure Yongbok didn't have a twin.

Still in shock, Evelyn doesn’t stop Yongbok from dragging the stranger into her home, a pleading look on his face when he does. He shuts the door behind them and that’s when she snaps out of it.

“Wait, wait, wait, who the fuck is this and why does he look like-like you?”

Yongbok brushes his longer hair out of his face and scratches the back of his neck. “Um, something might have happened that I can’t really explain.”

“Well, I need you to find a way because I’m kinda freaking out here.”

The dark-headed Yongbok’s gaze shifts to her and back to the blond, also waiting to see how he will describe the situation that brought him to be.

“You’re freaking out? I’m freaking out! I don’t know what the fuck happened! I was walking out of the office and I saw someone left a light on in a room I didn’t even know we had. I went to turn it off and some freaky shit happened and now there are two of me!” Yongbok pouts and grasps her shoulders. “I need your help, Evelyn.”

“We… We’ve gotta take a deep breath. We’re gonna… We’re gonna figure this out.” She looks at the other Yongbok. “Do you know what’s going on?”

He shrugs, the leather jacket on his shoulders shifting when he does. “All I know is I’m him. Some sort of alter ego, I guess. A dark side maybe?”

Evelyn stares her Yongbok down. “Do you even have a dark side?”

“I wouldn't say 'dark' necessarily...”

“What the hell room did you walk into??”

His shrug is exaggerated. “I swear I didn’t even know there was room there!”

“Okay, okay.. So there are two of you now. Do we call him Yongbok, too, or do we make up a name?”

“Felix.”

They look at the duplicate. “Felix?”

“That’s my name.”

Evelyn deadpans and looks at Yongbok. “Are you telling me that your ‘dark side’ has a name? Are you kidding me? Do you have other names for different versions of yourself in your silly head?”

“I-I-I might!." There is heavy side eye from Yongbok. "It was Chris who started it! When he performs, he becomes a different version of himself. When he’s with his girlfriend, he’s a different version of himself. But he’s all still Chris. They just have different names he calls them, even his girlfriend uses the names as a joke. I thought it would be fun to try it, too.”

“Sure, but why the hell do you have a ‘dark side’ of yourself?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I kinda wish I was more confident, or I came off as more sexy than cute, not so happy all the time. I wanted to show a different side of myself.”

“Well,” she looks at Felix, “you are certainly letting people visualize a different side of yourself. Although I’m not sure how he’s that much different other than the hair.”

There is a moment where Felix opens his mouth, ready to explain just how he’s different from Yongbok, but the blond points and glares. “Don’t you dare say anything.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything about that, but I guess you still haven't said anything based on your reaction.”

“What do I have no idea about?”

“It-It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it.” Yongbok changes the subject. “Can he stay with you until we figure out how to fix this?”

“Excuse me, you want him to what?”

Felix raises an eyebrow and purses his lips. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No, but it’s our only option because you don’t have income to get a place of your own and I can’t have you staying with me because my landlord is already up my ass trying to find a reason to kick me out. He hates me. If I suddenly have a roommate, he will throw me out on the street.”

“I get that, Yongbok, but what if my family finds out there’s a man living with me? They’ll roast me.”

“I guess they don’t know about the men you let sleep over?” Felix questions, an innocent gaze on his face while his eyes gleam in mischief.

“How the fuck do you know any of that?”

“It’s what you’ve told him. I used to live in his head, so of course I know.”

“I’m never telling you anything again in case this happens again, Yongbok.”

“Evie,” he whines. “I didn’t even know this was possible! We tell each other everything..”

“Not everything.”

“Oh my God, just shut the fuck up, Felix,” Yongbok says before turning back to Evelyn and gesturing between him and Felix. “This is some sort of freaky science fiction shit that we won’t let happen again once we fix it. I swear. No more opening up weird doors.”

A pause. Evelyn shifts her gaze between the two men. “Fine. He can stay, but we are going to fix this as soon as fucking possible. He can’t stay forever.”

Yongbok wraps her up into his arms and squeezes. “Thank you! You are the best, Evie. I swear I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, you do.” She’ll ask about what Felix meant some other time.

—

When Yongbok said they would try to fix the oddity that is Felix’s existence, Evelyn wasn’t expecting it to take months and for them to still have no answers. Yongbok told her that the next day he was at work, he tried looking for the door, but it was gone. It was as if it never existed. She didn’t believe him until he had her come by during lunch and he brought her exactly where the door was supposed to be. There was nothing but a wall. They have stewed over what they can do to fix their problem, but it doesn’t seem they’ll ever find a solution.

But despite the apparent halt in their search, Evelyn has grown oddly fond of Felix.

Maybe it’s partially because he looks like Yongbok, but he also acts so much like him. It shouldn't surprise her, yet it does.

He’s sweet in his own way, kind even, but he’s also devious. The man flirts more than anyone she knows and he has a bit of a—dare she say—sexy aura about him. He knows he’s hot and really plays it up especially to torment her. It feels weird to equate Yongbok to being sexy in any capacity, but something about Felix makes it feel like it’s just Yongbok with dyed hair. His confidence is making it harder to keep Yongbok in the cute category she usually keeps him in.

One night, Felix comes home a little tipsy from a secret venture to a nearby bar—one that had Evelyn scolding him for being so reckless.

“You have to be more careful, Felix. Someone who knows Yongbok could see you and it could cause a lot of problems.” Evelyn makes him sit on the couch before grabbing him a glass of water. She hands it over and makes sure he takes a sip before speaking. “I don’t want you or him to get in trouble for something we can’t explain. I… I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Felix rests his head on the back of the couch, giving her a soft smile. “You won’t lose Yongbbokie. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, but you’re part of Bbokie.”

He gazes at her, a warmth growing in his chest, probably from the alcohol.

Evelyn mutters something about getting him some food to soak up what he drank, but as she gets up to leave, Felix grabs her wrist to stop her. She looks at him and he speaks before he can stop himself.

“He’s in love with you, you know... That’s what he’s afraid of me telling you, one of the few things he’s kept from you. He doesn’t want you to know how much he misses you when you’re apart or how much he hates seeing you go home with some guy you met at a club. I’ve always been part of your Yongbok, but I’m the side of himself he’s been too afraid to let out. He’s always wanted you to see him more like this, confident and hot. He wants you to know he’s more than just cute Yongbok.”

She freezes. Yongbok loves her? As more than best friends? He’s never shown signs, interest. He’s just been the Yongbok she's always known.

“I’m all the flirting he wants to do with you. I’m all the secret thoughts and feelings he’s had about you when he’s alone. I’m the version of him he wishes you were taking home. I’m everything he’s afraid to show you, afraid to give you.”

“Y-You need to eat,” she says, slipping her wrist out of his hold. Evelyn isn’t sure if she should be timid, shocked, nervous or… excited? She’s so confused. Yongbok is in love with her… Was he ever going to admit it to her?”

“You can’t tell him I told you. He’ll hate me.”

Without words, Evelyn grabs some crackers and the last cookie from the batch she and Yongbok made days ago. Yongbok had such a big smile on his face while they baked, a sight she remembers each time she ate a cookie. She gives Felix the food, silently encouraging him to eat. He did, but he stared, too. Evelyn couldn’t get the courage to look at him. The one time she did, her heart beat a little too fast.

Curse him for not only being attractive, but for the smug look on his face that screams he knows he's good looking. It doesn’t matter if he’s a little inebriated. It’s second nature for him to be, well, hot.

“Stop looking at me like that, Felix.”

“You’re pretty, you know. It’s no wonder Yongbbokie fell for you so fast. I bet it eats him up that I’m here and he isn’t.”

She half wishes he was there to keep Felix in line.

“I bet he’s thinking about sitting on this couch with you, finally telling you how he feels, and then kissing you the way he’s dreamed about for years.”

“Cut it out.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Maybe he’s imagining finally getting the courage to fuck you, like I’ve seen him visualize mere hours after spending time with you.”

Evelyn’s face is burning, and her hands are shaking. “Shut up, Felix.” She starts toward her room, combating the sudden images of Yongbok that spawned in her mind. “I’m going to bed and you should, too. Maybe sleep will get that alcohol out of your system and put some sense back in your head. Goodnight.”

Felix’s teeth show as he grins toward her now closed bedroom door. He hopes he, Yongbok, or both of them taunt and tease her in her dreams. It could start the chain reaction of a confession, especially if she realizes that she’s just as much in love with Yongbok. All they need is a little more pushing.

Evelyn leans against her bedroom door to settle her racing heart. Yongbok loves her… Yongbok. Loves. Her. Her best friend is in love with her. Her knees feel weak.

Yongbok has always attracted a lot of attention for various reasons. He’s been popular since she’s known him because no one can deny that he is a good-looking guy. The dark expressive eyes, his tanned skin littered with freckles, the way his smile lights up an entire room… Evelyn has never been blind to his looks. But to hear he loves her? She’s lucky to call him her best friend.

She can’t say she loves her friend in the same way, though. She can’t say simply because she’s never thought about it. Yongbok is likeable and clearly easy to fall for. He’s kind to everyone no matter who they are or what they do, and he’ll go out of his way to help wherever he can. She would be insane to ignore his feelings.

Her eyes drift to an old photo of her and Yongbok grinning wildly at the camera, both finishing each other’s hearts with their hands. Her high school sweetheart had dumped her that morning and Yongbok came over with snacks, drinks and a ton of movies to keep her distracted from her broken heart. It mended a little that night when they fell asleep on her bedroom floor with the Tangled title screen playing on her laptop. He always knows how to make her forget what breaks her heart because he’s her Yongbok.

Evelyn smiles, two fingers running along the glass of the photo frame.

It’s easy to fall in love with him... because it seems she already has.

—

“Hey, sorry I’m late. We were finishing up a project for tomorrow’s meeting.”

Evelyn smiles at Yongbok. “No worries, Bbokie.” She stands up from the kitchen table where she and Felix had been talking when Yongbok let himself in. Her arms wrap around his middle and she presses her face into his warm chest. His cologne has faded, but he still smells good. “We waited for you.”

Yongbok hugs her back and peers at Felix, who is watching with a smirk. For a few weeks now, he’s noticed his darker counterpart acting more devious and flirty with Evelyn. Most of the time, she ignores or scolds him, but lately she flirts back. It’s getting on his nerves because it should be him. He’s wondered if Felix has tried anything more with Evelyn and if she let him. The thought makes his heart hurt.

“What’s wrong?” Evelyn cups his face, sensing his mood change. “Are you not feeling well? We can hold off eating together a different night if need be.”

Yongbok shakes his head. “I’m okay. I got a little distracted. Maybe I’m just hungry.”

She smiles. “Then I think it’s time we eat, hm?”

Felix stands. “I’ll get the table set.” Yongbok doesn’t miss the way Felix touches Evelyn’s waist as he walks by.

Her gaze follows Felix for a moment before she brings it back to Yongbok. He sees something cross her features that makes him nervous about the dark-headed man. But her palms resting on his chest bring him from his thoughts. “Why don’t you go change into some cozy clothes? I recently washed a bunch of the stuff you’ve left here. We’ll have dinner on the table by the time you’re finished.”

“Right. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Felix watches him go and chuckles. “Looks like he’s jealous. I wonder if he’ll finally tell you.”

“Stop trying to make him. This is Yongbok you’re toying with.”

“Yeah, who is also in love with you and feeling extremely intimidated by me right now.”

She silently gathers up dishes for the table, feeling Felix’s eyes on her. Evelyn stops and looks at him. “So… does this mean you feel the same as Yongbok?”

“Of course, I do.” He traps her between the counter and himself, hands resting on the countertop on either side of her. “He and I are the same person, except I’m not afraid to act on what I feel.”

Her gaze is hard when she pushes him away from her. “You’re not taking away Yongbok’s chance with me, Felix.” Evelyn may or may not have let it spill to Felix that she wouldn’t be too upset if Yongbok confessed to her the day after she decided her feelings for the blond man.

“You know, you could have both of us.” Felix leans in too close. He grabs her hips to keep her from stepping away from him. “I don’t mind sharing.”

Both? Evelyn stops the thoughts before they can go too far. “Fuck off.”

A chuckle. “Think we can convince him?”

“There will be no convincing because you are going back in his head where you should be.”

“Hmm, but what if we never find a way to put me back?”

“Well, then you can go anywhere and live how you want.”

“If Yongbok stays, I want to, too.”

“I can’t have two—That won’t work, Felix. Even if Yongbok confesses and you stay your own person, it’s gonna look fucking weird if someone sees two of you with me. And if they find out that you’re both my boyfriends? We’ll never hear the end of it.”

Humming, he reaches up and brushes some of her hair behind her ear, bottom lip between his teeth. “You care too much about what others will think. What do you think, Evelyn? What do you want?”

She flounders under his stare, trying to find a way out of answering him, but she soon falls victim to the slight upward shift of Felix’s lips. Evelyn sighs out of frustration. “I don’t think I can have Yongbok without you or you without Yongbok. Happy? Is that what you want me to say? That I love him and since you’re part of who he is, that also means I love you?” She looks down. “I don’t know if anything will come of whatever is going on between you and me or me and him, but I can’t say I would be upset to have you both. Is it selfish of me? Maybe, but I can’t have Bbokie without you or you without him.”

Her back being pressed against the countertop barely registers in her mind. Her distraction being the soft touch of Felix’s thumb along her bottom lip. His near black eyes are glittering and focused so intently on her lips. He leans closer.

“Yongbok will be very happy.”

A feather light touch of his lips on hers nearly takes Evelyn’s breath away, but he pulls back before ever completing the kiss at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Felix studies Evelyn’s reddened face and steps away the moment Yongbok enters the kitchen again. She immediately looks at the ground when she catches the surprise and hurt on Yongbok’s face.

Yongbok isn’t stupid. He glimpsed how close Felix was to her, the bright red tint to her skin. Not a single dish is on the table. No food is in sight. Leave it to the persona he hoped would help him make a move to win his best friend’s affections. Having him live with her probably wasn’t his best idea.

Evelyn opens her mouth, clearly ready to explain away what he walked in on. She wants to reassure Yongbok that whatever just happened between her and Felix doesn’t ruin his chances. There is a single second where a thought crosses her mind and in that second, Evelyn acts.

“Fuck it,” she says, more to herself than the guys. In two steps, she stands in front of Yongbok and pulls him into a clumsy kiss.

He grunts in surprise, eyes wide initially until he feels the gentle touch of her hands on his face when she pulls away, only to go back in for another less awkward kiss, one he’s more prepared for. His hands go to her waist to bring her closer, his eyes shutting as he kisses her back. He must be dreaming.

Felix almost laughs. He was so close to kissing her the same way Yongbok is now, her hands on his face, his arms, his chest. Yet all along he knew it was supposed to be Yongbok to have her in his arms where he can kiss her like he’s always wanted. If Felix wasn’t his own person, it would have been Yongbok anyway.

“He told you, didn’t he?” Yongbok whispers, ending the kiss and pressing his forehead against hers.

Her hands trail down from his face to his chest, where she can feel his heart racing. “Weeks ago.”

“Weeks ago?” Yongbok looks between the two, mouth open. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“She had to make sure I wasn’t lying,” Felix answered. “She’s been driving herself insane trying to read into your entire friendship… and every interaction you two have had since she realized she loves you back.”

Yongbok could cry. “You… You love me?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn breathes. “Once I got away from his drunken yapping, it was pretty obvious I have been for a while. It just took me some time to figure it out.”

“Hey, I wasn’t drunk.”

Evelyn scrunches her face at him, which Felix finds ridiculously adorable.

Yongbok pulls her into a tight hug, pressing his face into her neck. Goosebumps rise on his back when she drags her hands across it. “I love you.”

“I know. Also, I love him, too,” Evelyn says, nodding toward Felix after stepping out of their hug.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Felix laughs. “Sorry, Yongbbokie.”

“Bbokie, you two might be separate people now, but he is technically you. If I love you, then of course I’m going to love him. Think of it more like I love another version of you, every version of you. If that weird room made more versions of you, I’d love all of them, too.”

The two men stare at each other until Yongbok sighs and looks back at Evelyn. “You’re right. If you love me, then it makes sense you would love him, too. So, I guess until we figure out how to fix this… you have two of us.”

“That’s not so bad, you know.”

“She is ecstatic about there being two of us,” Felix teases, his voice deepening slightly.

“Shut up, Felix!”

Yongbok laughs, grabbing her hand and bringing her back to him to kiss her once more.

—

Living a life with two men, who are one and the same… kind of, is an interesting ride, to say the least. Some days it’s harder for Evelyn to comprehend that there are two versions of her best friend that she gets to love and even more so when she’s reminded that they still have no explanation for Felix’s existence outside of Yongbok. She’s accepted at this point that she has two loves and it’s worth it when she finds herself cuddled up on the couch between them most nights. There’s no place she feels safer.

“You should leave the fucking place and just live here, too,” Felix says to Yongbok. “Your landlord is a piece of shit trying to find a reason to kick you out.”

Yongbok’s head falls against the back of the couch. “I know, but the rent is too good for apartments in that area, and it’s pretty close to my job.”

“We’ll split the rent here. I'll find a job and that becomes a three-way split. I bet it’s cheaper than what you’re paying there and you get to live with Evelyn.”

There are some days where Evelyn feels almost guilty that she lives with Felix only, getting to spend a lot more time with him day and night. Yongbok sadly can’t be over all the time and it gets difficult to make time to see each other if there’s a project he has at his job or Evelyn has to meet up with clients during his free time. She misses him when she can’t see him, even though she has Felix to combat that loneliness.

“We can make it work, Bbokie. I love the idea of you living here, too, plus my landlord won’t try to kick you out for no reason. I’m pretty sure he adores you, actually. He might even bring the rent down if you move in.” She kisses his cheek and brushes through his hair with her fingers. “We’d get to spend a lot more time together, too.”

He hums deep in his chest as he ponders his options. “What kind of job do you think you’d get, Felix?”

“I don’t know. I could try streaming or something. I have heard that being a cam boy is profitable.”

Yongbok nearly chokes and Evelyn’s eyes go wide.

“You want to… to do that on camera? You know that’s my body, too!”

“I’ll get a tattoo or something then. No one will recognize me… or you.”

Evelyn purses her lips. “What if I would rather my boyfriend didn’t do that?”

“Relax. It was a thought. I probably wouldn’t do it, anyway.”

“For some reason, I don’t believe you.”

Felix leans over Evelyn. He chuckles as she presses herself back into Yongbok’s side to keep some distance as if there was any distance to have. “You could join me sometimes. I bet they would send a lot of money to watch you fall apart for me.”

“Hey, cut it out, Felix,” Yongbok says, wrapping a protective arm around Evelyn after smacking Felix’s shoulder.

“You can join, too, Yongbbokie. I know people go nuts for threesomes.”

Evelyn’s knees press together, and she hides her face against Yongbok.

More recently, since accepting having two men to call hers, Evelyn’s thoughts have been a little far from wholesome. When both men are extremely handsome, even by society’s standards, it’s nearly impossible to avoid thinking about them in that way. It also doesn’t help that Felix constantly “forgets” to get changed in the bathroom after a shower, walking around the apartment with a towel around his waist and no care that Evelyn is getting bombarded by his half naked torso—she was speechless upon seeing the faint lines of abs when he first walked by her with a smirk. And to make matters worse, Felix cannot be bothered to shut a door properly, particularly his bedroom door, so she’s caught him pleasing himself more times than she’d like to count since they became a trio. Whereas he’s unreasonably hot letting her find him in the situation, the images of Yongbok doing the same have nearly broken her fragile brain. How easily she falls apart at the thought of being with her boyfriends in that way should disgust her, but more often than not, she shuts herself away in her room to alleviate some of her own sexual frustration. But talking so openly, teasing or not, about the three of them having sex together is too much.

“Can we just agree that camming isn’t a job you’re gonna do? It’s too risky right now and I don’t want my body shown off like that.” Yongbok pats Evelyn’s head.

Felix pouts. “You’re no fun.”

“That sort of fun is better in private.”

“Oh, so you’re into it as long as there’s no camera. Good to know.”

Evelyn suddenly stands up, face a bright red as she scampers into the kitchen. “So moving? Do you think you’d wanna move in with us, Bbokie? We can easily make space for you.”

Felix and Yongbok share a look upon realizing how much their conversation affected Evelyn. Yongbok also has slightly pink cheeks.

“Let me see what I can do.”

“I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together,” Felix says, pleased to hear Evelyn squeak from the kitchen and Yongbok exhale to get out whatever emotion is bubbling up inside him. “Also, how will your family feel about you living with two men?” He laughs upon receiving a middle finger from the woman doing everything in her power to ignore how badly she wants both men right then and there.

—

Evelyn groans upon returning home after a rough day at work to find Felix leaning against the kitchen counter while he types on his phone. Grey sweats are the only thing on his body. “Please put on a shirt or something.”

Since living with the two practically identical men, Evelyn has quickly realized that it is both a godsend and a nightmarish hell. Both Felix and Yongbok are extremely helpful around the apartment and doing their part by paying bills. Felix is streaming games as his job and became a relatively quick success—she suspects his looks and deep voice are the reason views soared—but being able to cover his side of expenses took a little time, but he’s proactive making up for the delay. Both she and Yongbok, thankfully, were okay to take over his costs until he completed his set up.

Despite the wonderful help and support from them, Evelyn’s hell began soon after Yongbok officially moved in. Felix and Yongbok decided they needed to work out to keep up their lithe and toned physique, so they go to the gym a few times a week after Yongbok gets off work. The problem stems from the fact that neither seems to care that she’s right there when they strip their sweaty clothes off on the way down the hall for a shower. It’s not like she’s never seen them shirtless, but as she notices the subtle growth of more and more muscle, Evelyn is going insane. She’s embarrassed to say the prank gift from her overseas friend of a ridiculously enormous dildo—the name Fenrir on the discreet packaging—has been extremely useful in her dilemma.

Felix sets his phone down and tilts his head. “Why?”

“Because…”

“Wow. Such a deep reason. I can’t believe I didn’t realize.”

It’s almost instant when tears build up in her eyes. “Please. I can’t deal with you today.”

The smirk that was building on his face instantly fell away. Felix stands straighter and pulls her into a tight hug. “What’s wrong, baby?” He fights back the shiver when her fingers trail softly along his lower back.

“Work was bad. I made one mistake and my boss kept yelling at me about it, so I made more mistakes. I… I don’t want to think anymore today.”

Lips press against her hair. “What can I do to help?”

“Just… don’t toy with me tonight. I can’t handle it right now and I don’t want to end up angry with you or Yongbok.”

“Okay,” he says, squeezing her tighter for a moment. “How about you take a little nap? It might help you feel better. Yongbok is in the shower, but I’ll let him know not to disturb you.”

Evelyn looks up at him. A single tear rolls down her cheek that he is quick to wipe away with a pout on his lips. “Can both of you cuddle with me?”

Those pouty lips press against hers sweetly. “If that’s what you want.”

She nods. “Please.”

“We’ll take care of you, baby. Go get changed and get comfortable. I’ll go let Yongbbokie know what’s going on and I’ll be there in a minute.”

With yet another nod, Evelyn trudges to her room, glancing at Felix as he disappears into the open door of his and Felix's room. Her movements are a little slow as she changes into some shorts and a pink hoodie that she’s “borrowing” from Yongbok. After shutting her door, she buries herself under her covers and waits. Silent tears spill down her face, dampening the pillow under her head, as the events from work wash over her, the fear of termination crossing her mind when she remembers how frustrated her boss was by the time he told her to go home. She truly tried her best like she always does, but today just wasn’t her day.

There’s a soft knock at the door, her response as quiet, letting who she assumes is Felix enter her space.

“How’re you feeling, princess?”

“Not good.” There’s no hiding the shake in her voice.

The bed shifts as he makes himself comfortable on her bed. Felix reaches toward her and guides her against his now covered chest, where she continues to cry.

“It’s okay now,” Felix whispers, petting her head. “We’ll cheer you up and take care of you, Evelyn. Yongbbokie is getting dressed right now and then he’ll be here, too.”

Evelyn grasps the front of his t-shirt. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

A few minutes of quiet words and more tears go by before Yongbok makes his way into Evelyn’s room, Felix greeting him. The second Yongbok settles behind Evelyn, she turns and finds refuge against his chest. Felix scoots up behind her, wrapping his arm around her middle and his lips pressing against her shoulder while Yongbok cradles her head to him and does what he can to soothe the fresh tears falling from her eyes.

The next thing Evelyn knows is she’s waking up. Her sleepy gaze falls on the blond in front of her, who smiles and brushes her hair off her face. Behind her, Felix rubs her side and back, raising goosebumps across her skin.

“Sleep well?” Yongbok asks, running the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“Yeah… Thank you for staying with me. Both of you.”

Felix kisses the spot behind her ear and then the top of her shoulder. “Happy to help.”

Evelyn rolls onto her back between them to get a better look at both of their faces. “How long did I sleep?”

“Maybe a half hour?” Yongbok kisses the end of her nose. “We’re gonna take care of dinner tonight, by the way. Does ordering in sound good?”

“Yeah, thank you.” She glances between both men. “I love you.”

“We love you, too, baby.” And Felix leans in to give her a proper kiss on her lips.

She hums and kisses him back. The fact Yongbok is lying beside her while they kiss makes her stomach twist. It’s her who deepens the kiss, her hand cupping the back of Felix’s neck while her other can’t decide if it wants to trail along his sharp jawline or rest on his shoulder.

It’s not like Yongbok hasn’t seen her and Felix kiss before or vice versa, but something about being between them in her bed and him silently watching her respond to Felix’s affection so strongly is titillating.

Yongbok’s lips part as seconds go by where his counterpart and his girlfriend make out beside him. There’s a shift in the room. He’s not sure what got Evelyn eager to respond to what he thought was an innocent kiss, but he knows whatever it is, it is resting heavily around them now.

Felix breaks the kiss, leaning away with a corner of his mouth raised. “Did our baby wake up a little needy?”

Evelyn’s eyes are wide with want. “Please don’t tease.”

Yongbok to the rescue. He litters her face and lips in sweet kisses. “We won’t tease you,. Just tell us what you want and we’ll take care of you.” He means it innocently.

It was now or never. She had been struggling to push away weeks of thoughts, but now she had the opportunity to speak up. “I want both of you.”

“You have us.”

“No… I want you.”

The two men look at each other and then back at her, blushing a bright pink under their gazes.

“Are you asking to fuck?” Felix asks. No need to beat around the bush.

She nods, turning a darker pink. Yongbok also gains some more color to his face.

They all knew that one day their relationship would take a sexual turn because none of them have been sexually inactive, but aside from Felix occasionally teasing Evelyn about it, there was never any hint it was going to happen soon. There was no need to rush it.

“Are you sure?” Yongbok says.

“Yes. I… I want it to happen.”

“And you want both of us?”

“Yeah.”

Felix presses the backs of his fingers against her burning cheek to feel how much heat her embarrassment is producing. “You really want to do this, Evelyn? This is a big step.”

“I want to… if you want…”

“Oh, we definitely want, baby,” he chuckles, kissing her lips. “Yongbbokie? Care to make our sweet girl comfortable while I go grab us a few things?”

Yongbok clears his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’ll take care of her.”

“I know you will,” he winks. He rolls off the bed and strolls out the door with a little bounce in his steps.

Moving to hover over her, Yongbok timidly presses kisses along her neck and jawline, one hand running along her stomach. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Evie?”

“Yes. I’m so sure.” She pulls him close to kiss him, her tongue timidly swiping across his lips once before she’s met with the soft touch of his tongue against hers. Back arched, she presses her chest against his, pulling him closer, one leg hiked next to his waist. “Help me forget how bad my day was, Bbokie.”

“You had a bad day?”

“Work was shit,” she says, kissing along his jawline.

He brings their lips together again, nudging her nose with his. “We’ll help you forget, Evie. We’ll make sure the only thing you can think about is how good we make you feel.”

Upon her breathy plea, he reaches for the hem of her hoodie, lifting it enough to stick his hand under. His touch feels like fire on her already warm flesh, but she hums against his lips, feeling the gentle glide of his hand across her stomach. “I bet you’ll feel much better if we get you out of these clothes, yeah?”

All it takes is a nod before they work together to pull the hoodie over her head. The cool air of her room and maybe Yongbok’s heady stare causes Evelyn to shiver. The way Yongbok sits back on his heels to take in her almost naked torso is almost too much for her to take. And then his fingers are running across her stomach, up her sides and over the heather grey bra. When he barely grazes the tops of her breasts, instant goosebumps rise all over her skin.

Yongbok caresses her chest with a single pass of his hands before smiling and dragging them down to the waistband of her shorts. He takes no time untying them before tugging them down her legs, revealing a cute pair of red and white striped underwear. He bites his bottom lip over how cute she looks, gazing at him with large wanting eyes in her mismatched underwear. Yongbok leaves a kiss on her tummy above her panty line and then crawls back up to kiss her properly.

“Aw, you’re so cute, baby,” Felix coos once he reenters the room, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands.

Yongbok scrunches his nose. “Why the hell do you have those here? Were you expecting something to happen?”

“Chill, Yongbbokie. One, something is happening. Right now. And two, did you expect me to stay sexless if nothing happened? Nah. A man should always be prepared, just in case.”

“But you had that here… in Evie’s home.”

“And? Were you expecting me not to do anything if our beloved Evelyn wanted to do this? I was always pushing for you to make the first move, but I wasn’t going to turn her down if she came onto me first.”

Yongbok argues with Felix, unaffected by the touch of the woman under him when she grabs his waist. He doesn’t see the needy gaze she holds on his profile while he scolds Felix. But when she looks at the brunette, silently begging for them to stop arguing, Felix notices immediately.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. We’re completely ignoring you, aren’t we?” He sets the items in his hands on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the bed to caress her warm face. “No more arguing. We’re here to take care of our princess here. Right, Yongbbokie?”

They recognize the annoyance on the blond’s face, but he pushes it aside as he sits beside Evelyn to give Felix room to coddle Evelyn. “Right,” he says. “This is about making you feel better, Evie. Do you want us to take the rest of this off now?” A single finger snaps the elastic of her underwear against her skin.

She nods eagerly, sitting up on her elbows. “And you, too. Both of you. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Felix stands back up and tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in her room. He chuckles when her palm presses against his stomach, feeling the firmness of the muscles there, especially when he flexes his abs for her touching pleasure. “Touch all you want, princess.”

“Show off,” Yongbok mutters.

“As if you don’t look exactly the same.”

Evelyn turns her head, one hand still touching Felix’s abdomen, the other grasping at Yongbok’s shirt. “Bbokie, lemme see.”

At her request, Yongbok doesn’t hesitate to rid himself of his shirt as well. He stares at her hand that runs across his stomach to feel the same dips and planes that sit under her other hand.

“So cute,” Felix says. “Shoulda known by the men Yongbbokie was so jealous to see you go home with.”

“Stop,” Yongbok whines.

A laugh leaves Felix. “Yongbok, please help our sweet girl out of that bra.”

“Is that okay, Evie?”

She nods, lifting her hips when she feels Felix tugging her panties down her thighs. “Please...”

He calmly reaches behind Evelyn to unclasp her bra and he pulls it away from her. Both men cuss, taking in her fully nude body.

“Always knew you were gorgeous, princess, but holy fuck,” Felix says.

Yongbok chimes in, too. “You’re so pretty. So fucking lucky to have you.”

She whines. “You’re supposed to be naked, too.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Felix tugs off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, grinning at Evelyn’s unwavering gaze on his naked form. “Your turn, Yongbbokie.”

Evelyn is quick to turn and watch Yongbok pull his sweatpants and underwear down, albeit less gracefully, sitting on her bed.

Once he is as bare as the other two, he smiles weakly at her. “Now we’re even.”

“Why are you nervous?” Felix tilts his head. “She likes you. She likes us. She likes the way we look, too. Stop doubting yourself.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” she says, sitting up to kiss Yongbok deeply. Evelyn straddles his lap, sitting directly on his erection, which makes him moan into the kiss. “So hot… My beautiful, Bbokie.” She rolls her hips and gasps against his lips from the delicious friction.

A second pair of hands rest on her waist as Felix presses a kiss to the side of her neck. “Slow down, baby. We haven’t even discussed how you want us.”

She looks over her shoulder at him. “Inside me.”

“Yes, we know, but where? How? We have to make sure we’re all on the same page before we put anything in you.”

“I… I don’t know.”

Felix smiles. “No, I think you do know. You’re just too shy to tell us.”

She hides her face against Yongbok’s neck. “No… I don’t know.”

“Do you want us at the same time or not?” Yongbok’s voice is softer, doting.

A pause. “Same time. Definitely at the same time.”

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Mouth? Cunt? Ass?”

“Jesus, Felix,” Yongbok scowls. “Could you try to be more gentle?”

“That’s your role. You made me this way.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would exist outside of my head!”

“I want you both to fuck my pussy.”

The men freeze at Evelyn’s words, more shocked to hear that sentence leave her mouth.

“Are you sure, Evie? That’s… That’s probably going to hurt.”

“I can take it.” She grins, pushing on Yongbok’s chest to make him lean back onto her pillows. She follows an invisible path with her fingers down his chest, down his abdomen, to his cock where she barely touches him, teasing. “I’ve fit bigger than the size of your cocks in me.”

“F-Fuck…”

Felix groans, biting the flesh of her ass since she so kindly didn’t sit back down on Yongbok, giving him the perfect few of her ass and cunt, causing her to yelp. “Fuck, baby. Gonna take us both like it’s nothing, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll take you both so… so well.”

Yongbok pulls her into a kiss, sweet and deep, one hand reaching up to grab one of her breasts to squeeze just enough to make her whine into his mouth. “We’ve gotta get you ready for us if you want us both. We don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Bbokie…” she whimpers against his lips. A sudden “ah” followed by a moan comes from her at the sudden intrusion of two fingers in her cunt. “L-Lix, oh my God.”

“You couldn’t wait?”

“She’s practically dripping, Yongbok.” Felix pumps his fingers in and out, causing her to arch her back to present herself better to him. “Such a good girl letting me take care of you like this.” All three moan when the wetness pooling around his fingers makes a sound.

Yongbok pulls Evelyn’s hair out of her face, watching the bliss on her face while she moves with Felix’s fingers. His grip tightens when she wraps her hand around his cock and squeezes. “Fu-uck, Evie.” He breathes heavily, watching her tremble enough that she lets herself collapse on him, her face pressed into his stomach. But her hand doesn’t let go of his dick.

“Feel so good you can’t give Yongbbokie proper attention? Are you going dumb on my fingers?”

She attempts to jerk Yongbok off—an action that gets his hips moving for more friction—but the second Felix pulls his wet fingers out to rub her clit, her orgasm sneaks up on her. She can’t even warn them.

“F-Fuck!” Her grip on Yongbok is almost too tight, his tiny yelp making her let go to focus on letting the ecstasy roll across her body.

“Look at how you clench,” Felix says, fingers still caressing her folds to help her through her pleasure. “Can’t wait to feel that around my cock.” And in a bold move, he leans in to swipe his tongue over her hole, humming, when a line of her slick breaks from his tongue as he pulls away. He licks his lips and then his messy fingers. “Fuck, you taste good. Yongbbokie, why don’t you have a taste?”

Yongbok tries to move away from Evelyn, but her hand goes around him once again. He groans and kicks his head back from the feeling.

Felix laughs, reaching over to detach her from Yongbok. “It’s okay, princess. Let’s put you on your back, yeah? Let your Bbokie eat you out and you can have my cock in your hand instead. Come on.”

With needy whines, Evelyn lies on her back, head resting on her pillows. Yongbok settles between her thighs and Felix lounges beside her, his head held up by his hand.

“Go ahead, Yongbok.” Felix takes Evelyn’s hand and wraps it around himself before caressing her stomach and her breasts. When he pinches a nipple, her grip tightens, and he chuckles. “You can do that all you want, baby. Yongbok is going to make you feel so good.”

Yongbok’s lips trail across her thighs, making her whimper. She grasps at the sheets and Felix the closer he gets to her heat. Felix laughs from her grip and returns the favor by leaning in and biting her breast hard enough to make her whine in a high-pitched tone that they both file away in their heads. But the first moment Yongbok connects with her cunt, his tongue licking a fat stripe from her slick entrance to her clit, Evelyn begs to come again. “Want you both… so bad,” she cries, blindly grabbing and scratching at Felix when Yongbok goes in again for another taste.

“Fuck.” Felix watches the immediate red marks show up on his skin from her nails. “Can’t even focus on my cock, huh? Yongbok already making you feel good?”

“Wanna… Wanna come… n-now.”

“Oh, but you’re not ready, baby. Your Bbokie has barely had his fill. He’ll get you there once he’s satisfied, okay?”

“B-Bbokie, please.”

“Be patient, love,” Yongbok says, dragging his tongue over her clit. “I’ll take care of you. I won’t tease.” He puts her legs over his shoulders and spreads her thighs farther apart. “Gotta make sure you can take both of us.”

“I can,” she pouts, peering at Felix with her pupils blown wide and her bottom lip jutting out.

Felix doesn’t waste time leaning in to capture her bottom lip between his teeth, followed by a long kiss where their tongues meet in a desperate and messy way as Yongbok works her up to her second climax of the evening. “Should’a fucking done this sooner, huh?” he says against her mouth. “Could’a had you like this months ago… that first time I mentioned it.”

Yongbok gazes up at the two, his tongue dipping into her hole several times before he takes her swollen clit between her lips and sucks on it. He groans against her, watching how her stomach contracts and her kiss with Felix pauses to allow the prettiest moan he’s heard from her yet fill the air. His response is a sweet kiss to her clit, but then he goes back to devouring her.

Felix lets her catch her breath, gazing at the blond between her legs, his hair messily falling over his face. He sits up, combing Yongbok’s hair to one side to not only help clear his face, but to get a better look at the way he eats Evelyn out. “Baby, why don’t you help Yongbbokie with his hair, hm?” Felix takes her hand and places it in Yongbok’s hair, grinning when she grasps so tightly that he moans into her. Felix’s deep chuckle resonates around them, watching Evelyn roll her hips against the blond’s face. “There you go. Why don’t you use his face to get yourself to come? He’ll keep his mouth on you. You move how you need, baby.”

Evelyn rolls her hips again… and again until she finds a rhythm that brings the knot inside her taut. Her hand in Yongbok’s hair keeps him against her, not that he’s interested in parting from her while she desperately uses him. Felix watches in delight, lazily drawing shapes around Evelyn’s neck and chest, and oh how he could watch her lose herself like that for the rest of his life. The sounds he’s heard from her room in the late hours of the night when she thought he was asleep do not compare to the beautiful whines and whimpers from her now.

“Ah, Bbokie,” she breathes, a whiney sound. “Gonna—” Her back arches and a moan from the depths of her chest fills the room.

Yongbok takes back over then, giving kitten licks to her clit to help her through her climax yet not overstimulate her so soon. He watches her slow descent back to Earth, just as enraptured as Felix. She looks so beautiful in front of him. It isn’t until her hips jerk away from his tongue when he stops, peppering kisses across her thighs.

“You did so well, didn’t you?” Felix coos, brushing through her hair while she catches her breath. “And you did better warning Yongbbokie you were coming. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Felix,” she whines, embarrassed by his babying. At the same time, she feels proud of doing well for him and Yongbok.

He leans in, leaving open-mouthed kisses to her neck and collarbone. He knows why she’s whining his name. “Aw, you like it when I praise you like that. You like it when I say you’ve been so sweet to us, so good to us. You blush so cutely every time. Now I wonder how you’ll react if Yongbok praised her. Would you get even more flustered hearing your best friend call you a good girl?”

Yongbok is blushing now, sitting on his knees between her thighs and rubbing his hands across her skin lovingly. “Felix, we said we wouldn’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m raising a point.” He kisses her mouth. “Do you want him to tell you how good you’ve been, too?”

Evelyn would have begged Yongbok to tell her, except said man hovers over her to kiss her skin along her jaw and up to the ear opposite of Felix. Her breath catches in her throat, feeling his teeth nibble on her earlobe for a second.

“Is that what you want, Evie?”

She can’t think. Not with his voice reaching such a depth right in her ear. She swears she can still feel the vibrations of his voice after he quiets.

Yongbok, on the other hand, turns a darker shade of red when the only response to his question is a quiet moan that is just as close to his ear. And the way Evelyn grabs his sides, sliding her hands across his back in want… He wishes he was already inside her.

“Go on, Yongbbokie. Tell her what a good girl she’s been.”

Her nails press into his back. He grunts in her ear from the feeling. At the soft whisper of her nickname for him, he can’t hold back the affection and lust and smashes his lips to hers. He’ll tell her in a minute.

Felix chuckles, watching them have their moment. Whereas he is involved in their sexual escapade, he’s always known that everything has been between Evelyn and Yongbok. Felix is important to her, too, but what happens between her and Yongbok means so much more than anything he’s involved in. And Felix is happy to sit back so they can have their moments; a silent encouragement for the less confident Yongbok.

“You’ve been so good,” Yongbok finally whispers against her lips. “Perfect for me—us. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Bbokie.” She kisses him, arms going around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair.

With a grin, Felix pushes down on Yongbok’s lower back to make him rest on top of Evelyn. The closer they’re pressed together, the sooner they can get to the best part of their evening.

Yongbok grunts and Evelyn hums, feeling his cock pressed snuggly against her abdomen.

Felix pets her head after she kisses Yongbok again. “Think you’re ready, princess?”

“Please.”

He reaches over the couple’s heads to grab the condoms, chuckling when her hand press against his abs in an exploratory manner. After he sits back on the bed, he taps Yongbok to get him to sit up, but he hands Evelyn the foil packet. “Go ahead. Put it on him.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I wanna help you, too.”

Felix stops opening his, eyes heavy on her pretty form. He lies down on his side beside her. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Evelyn leans in to kiss Yongbok then, her free hand seeking out the hard appendage between his legs. Once she finds it, he groans into her mouth as she wraps her hand around him and slides her hand up and down a few times before breaking the kiss. She focuses on getting the condom out and rolling it down his cock, staring at him with big pleading eyes when she’s done.

“G-Good job, love,” Yongbok mutters, feeling a little lightheaded from her touch. “Take care of Felix now, yeah?”

Feeling confident after Yongbok’s praise, Evelyn takes the packet from Felix and silently pushes him to lie on his back. Much like she did with Yongbok, she sweetly jerks him off a moment before rolling the condom down until it’s secure. She finishes by leaning over and kissing his mouth, tongue sweeping across his lips until he parts them for her. The kiss deepens instantly.

That’s when Yongbok makes a bold choice, at least for him. While she’s busy loving on the brunette under her, he gets behind her, cunt still swollen and glistening from her previous orgasms. He runs his hands across her hips a few times to let her know he’s there. In the next moment, he’s guiding his cock into her warmth. She takes him with no resistance.

Evelyn gasps, heading falling on Felix’s shoulder from the stretch that feels too good to be real. “B-Bbokie,” she says, instinctually pushing her hips back to get all of him inside her faster.

Felix grins and brushes her hair out of her face. He lifts his head up enough to see the absolute bliss on Yongbok’s face when he bottoms out. “Does Yongbbokie feel good, princess? Is he filling you up nicely?”

“Yes…” she breathes against his skin, moving her hips to find some sort of friction. “Touch me, please.”

“Aw, you asked so sweetly, too.” He reaches between them to rub her clit with two fingers. “Better?”

She hums.

Yongbok finally moves, pulling out a little and pushing back in until he finds a comfortable rhythm that has Evelyn whining and meeting his gentle thrusts.

“F-Faster, Bbokie.”

“If he goes too fast, he might come before we both stuff you full. Let us help you come again like this, okay? Then we’ll fuck you however fast you need.”

“Wanna come…”

Felix picks up the pace with his fingers, grinning when her body trembles out of pleasure and weakness. “You will. Just keep using Bbokie and we’ll get you there. Don’t change your pace, Yongbok. If you can’t hold out, then use your fingers.”

Yongbok nods, but continues what Evelyn deems is a torturous pace until she squeezes him so tightly that he has to pull out before he loses it. At her whimper, he speaks soft words and shoves two fingers into her cunt. There’s a small smile that comes up on his face from her moan.

Felix laughs, seeing Yongbok so enamored by the woman between them. “Make it fast, Yongbbokie. Just like she asked when it was your cock.”

Evelyn is surprised by the sudden and relentless way Yongbok's fingers fuck her. She nearly collapses onto Felix, her limbs wanting to give up when he continuously hits that spot inside her that takes her mere seconds away from the edge. She can’t even hear the words Felix says to her as a burning heat she’s never felt before starts in her toes and makes its way straight to her core where it turns into something scalding. A loud and unsuspecting “ah” spills from her lips at the same moment she spills around Yongbok’s fingers, and wrist, and Felix’s lap, and the sheets. Her silent cries turn into heavy pants when her limbs finally give in and she falls onto Felix, both men still using their fingers to help her ride out the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she’s ever had.

“Fuck,” Felix grunts, feeling her release drip off his skin and onto the sheets below them. “If I knew you were gonna make her squirt, I would have had you put a towel down.”

Yongbok pulls his fingers from her, a pathetic sound coming from her, and he spreads his messy fingers gently around her cunt just to hear the sound again. “Didn’t know she’d do that. She said faster, so I gave her faster.”

“I think you did too good of a job.” Felix kisses the side of Evelyn’s head while she continues to catch her breath atop him. “Do you need to stop, baby? I bet you can’t even move right now.”

“M’okay. Wanna still… please. Gentle.”

“We’ll be gentle, sweet girl. Think you can sit up and help us make this work for you?”

"Gimmie… a minute.”

Felix kisses her head again. He looks at Yongbok. “Care to hand me the bottle over there?”

Yongbok gets the bottle of lube and passes it to Felix. “Should I… also use some?”

“Probably. C’mere, baby. Let’s sit you up real quick.”

Evelyn groans as both men help her sit back against Yongbok, allowing Felix to spread lube along his length, wiping the excess carefully around her sex, especially around her entrance. He smiles when she moans from his touch.

Felix takes her into his arms and helps her straddle his waist. “We’re gonna help you sit down on me, okay? You tell us if we need to stop.”

“But you’ll… you’ll fit the same,” she says.

“You’re tired. We don’t want you to hurt yourself. Just take it slow.” Felix lines up at her entrance, his tip pressing into her. “Ease yourself onto me, okay? Yongbok’s got you. I’ve got you.”

The two men help Evelyn sit on Felix’s cock, her head falling back onto Yongbok’s shoulder the deeper he slides in. She pants from the overstimulation, but continues until he’s fully sheathed inside her.

Felix momentarily loses his breath. “God, you feel fucking amazing,” he moans, hands gripping her waist. “Okay, baby. Lie down on my chest. You don’t have to move anymore. We’ll take care of you now. Just relax.”

She gladly settles on him, relishing in Felix’s sweet touches across her back and shoulders. She mutters a soft “I love you” to him with a soft press of her lips to his neck. He chuckles and returns her love just as softly.

“You sure you want us both in the same place, Evie?” Yongbok asks, covering his cock in lube as well. “It’s gonna be tight.”

“S’what I want.”

“It’s what she wants, Yongbbokie. Take it slow and let her tell you when she wants more.”

“Okay.” Like Felix, he presses his tip against her already stuffed entrance and slowly pushes in.

A choked cry falls from her lips. Both men freeze, but she begs for Yongbok to keep going, forcing herself to relax to let him in.

The push is unbearably slow. Yongbok goes in a centimeter and Evelyn has to relax. Another centimeter, another few seconds to breathe and relax. And each bit of Yongbok that gets in presses against Felix’s cock, which makes it harder for him to keep still. Her gorgeous whines and moans in his ear are not making it easier for him, either.

When Yongbok finally fits all of him in, he leans over and kisses all over her back and shoulders. Both men shower her in praises and love while her walls flutter around them, attempting to get used to the intrusion. But soon enough, Evelyn completely relaxes.

“Hm… I could sleep like this,” Evelyn breathes. Her eyes close. “So warm… full.”

Felix chuckles. “Yeah? Do we make you feel that good? You wanna nap with us buried deep in your cunt?”

She stretches between them, all three moaning from the movement. “That’d be so… nice.”

“Maybe next time we’ll stuff you full and let you fall asleep. But I think Yongbbokie has held on for too long for that. You don’t want him to be in pain any longer, right?”

Evelyn looks over her shoulder. “It hurts?”

“I’m okay. It… It doesn’t hurt that badly.”

“It’s a good hurt, baby,” Felix says. “You just feel so good and he’s been inside you twice. Think you’re ready for us to move?”

Nodding, her head falls back onto Felix’s shoulder as she braces herself for what’s coming.

It’s awkward at first trying to find a rhythm that works between them. Evelyn enjoys the movement all the same, but they have to work together not only to please her, but to get them across the threshold. At first they move the same way, but when they almost fall out of her, they alternate their thrust. After a few experimental shifts, they finally get something going that has all three of them feeling good, their cocks rubbing against each other so snugly in her.

“So full…” she moans, her hips twitching.

“Do you… Do you wanna come again?” Yongbok asks, voice breathy even when he straightens up to get better leverage.

“I don’t have to. Just wanna feel you both.”

“You like having your boyfriends use you? Want us to feel good even if you don’t come?”

“Mmhmm.”

Yongbok’s thrusts get a little sloppy, but he keeps up his rhythm, a low whine falling from his lips.

“Sounds like your Bbokie is close,” Felix says. “I’m not, though.”

“S’okay. Come when you want.” She hums when Yongbok’s cock slides a little deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pounding into her harder, trying to reach that depth again.

“Ah, Bbokie… feels… mm, good.”

Felix lifts her head up and pulls her into a fervent kiss. He nips at her lips. “Think about how our cocks are rubbing together as we fuck into you, princess. I bet you find that so hot, don’t you?”

“S-So fucking hot, Lixie.”

He grunts at a hard thrust from Yongbok. “Mm, I like when you call me that. It’s cute, like when you call him Bbokie.”

Evelyn, not quite paying attention to Felix’s words, whimpers and a deep sense of desperation bubbles up in her chest. It brings tears to her eyes. “Wish… Wish you would fill me with your cum. Want it so bad…”

As much as Yongbok wishes he could stop himself, her words throw him over the fictional cliff into the best orgasm he’s ever had. His deep voice disappears in his moans and whines as his hips slow, cum filling the condom.

Felix, on the other hand, stops and waits for Yongbok to come back to Earth before he speaks careful words to the woman now silently weeping against him. “Why’re crying, princess? Did we hurt you?”

She shakes her head.

“W-What… What is it then?” Yongbok, still snug inside her, rubs her back.

“I said it too late.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” Felix holds her head to his chest. “Did you want us to not use protection? We wanted to be safe for you.”

“I know…”

“Tell us what you’re thinking.”

A deep sigh leaves her. “I kinda… like the idea of you… fucking each other’s cum into me.”

Both men cuss.

“But what if you get pregnant?”

“I have both of you to take care of me…”

Yongbok and Felix share a look, both continuing to soothe her with their touch.

“Felix didn’t come yet,” Yongbok offers.

“I want you both.”

“Our greedy baby can’t get enough from me, can you? You wanna make sure you’re good and bred by us both?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“I’m… I’m still hard, so… I could take the condom off and, um, put it back in. There’s cum all over me.”

“Do you like that idea, baby? He can fuck his release back into you before he gets soft.”

“Mm, please. Please, Bbokie.”

“Okay, we’re gonna pull out really quick, and he’s gonna take care of you until I get back. Think you can be a good girl and be patient? It’ll take a few seconds,” Felix explains. “We gotta move fast.”

Yongbok laughs sheepishly. “Actually… talking about getting her pregnant has, um, made me kinda, uh, horny again.”

“Did you hear that? Yongbok likes the idea of fucking a baby into you. Think we can get him to come again? Double our chances?”

Tears still rolling down her face, Evelyn laughs. “Can you do it again, Bbokie?”

“Maybe? But nothing might come out.”

“That’s okay, right, baby? Just as long as we both work together to breed you, yeah?”

Evelyn hums, nodding with bright eyes as she looks back at Yongbok.

Together, the two pull out, grunting with her, and hastily remove their condoms. Yongbok does his best to keep whatever cum he can on him.

“Come sit on me, Evie.” Yongbok taps her side as he takes Felix’s spot, except he sits up, leaning against her headboard.

Felix grins, watching Evelyn clumsily climb onto his lap and sit on his messy cock. Both of the moans they release in tandem bring a chuckle from his chest. “Look at your Bbokie, taking the lead, letting you take his cum while you wait for me. Would you say he’s being good to you?” He takes more lube and covers himself with it, even though he’s sure there will be little resistance.

She rolls her hips, brushing back Yongbok’s messy hair as he gazes up at her watery eyes, lips parted in awe of how pretty she looks. “S-Such a perfect boyfriend,” she gasps, feeling him deep inside her. “You treat me… so well. Wanna-Wanna marry you… have your baby… be with you forever.”

“Ah, Evie,” he groans, pulling her into a heated kiss and whispering that he wants that, too, against her swollen lips.

Felix comes up behind her, hands on her hips since Yongbok’s are busy holding her face. “What a sweet story of best friends to lovers. You’ll be the cutest couple around.”

Evelyn turns her head to look at him, eyes full of lust and need. “Wanna marry you, too, Lixie. Want you both forever.”

“You’ll have us both, sweet girl.” He kisses her. “Ready to do this again? We gotta get back in position so we can fit.”

She nods. “Need you.”

They shift around into the same position as before, but Felix is behind her now, cock drilling into her without the barrier of thin latex. He’s not nearly as careful as Yongbok was, but he still takes it slow more to let her feel every ridge and bump of both their cocks.

“Bbokie, pl-please touch me. Changed my mind... Wanna come again.”

Two of his fingers quickly find her clit despite how close they’re pressed together, and he sets a pace that has her squeezing both of them tightly.

“Fuck, keep squeezing us like that and I’ll fill you up right now,” Felix moans, grabbing her hips to pick up speed.

That time she clenches around them of her own volition. “Please come, Lixie. Fill me up… Breed me.”

Yongbok’s lips attach to her throat before he speaks against her skin. “You talk so dirty to Felix.”

“Mm, I want you to fill me up, too, Bbokie.” She clenches again, feeling that sweet buildup of her orgasm coming so close to bursting. “Are you close?”

“So close,” Felix moans behind her. “Can’t hold out much… longer.”

Yongbok shakes his head. “M’hard, but I don’t think I can come again.”

“S’okay. I asked, ah, for… too much.”

“No, no, you didn’t, love.” He cups her face again and kisses her lips. “Our timing was off. We’ll… We’ll try again next time.”

“You’ll come inside me?”

“Y-Yeah,” he breathes at the thought. “I promise.”

“Ah… fuck,” Felix grunts. His thrusts get erratic and sloppy. There's a single breath from when he says he’s coming to when he’s filling her up.

Yongbok’s thrusts intensify to help Felix fuck his cum deeper into her. “Let go, Evie.”

Although he’s still catching his breath, Felix pulls out and brings Evelyn to a sitting position where Yongbok can get better access to her clit while he squeezes and tugs at her breasts to bring her to another orgasm, one that is quieter and sweeter than the others. Felix litters her neck and face in kisses, praising her for how well she did.

“Mm, both… so good… too,” she mutters, nuzzling into Felix’s neck while Yongbok eases himself out of her. “Wish it didn’t have to end.”

Felix laughs. “Baby, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“I just feel so loved and content.”

“Exactly what we wanted. Let’s go get you cleaned up now. We still have to feed you and continue to take care of you.”

Her gaze falls on Yongbok. “Are you okay, Bbokie? You’re… still hard.”

He smiles. “I”m okay, love. I just need a minute to come down from everything. It’s not every day your best friend asks you to fuck her raw while you’re showing her how much you love her. I’m a little thrown off, but I’ll be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she giggles, a fluttering in her chest at the reminder that they are best friends first.

“Hey, why don’t you two go start a shower while I take care of the sheets? I’ll join you once I’m done,” Felix suggests. It’s different admitting feelings between two friends versus showing those feelings in one of the rawest forms of intimacy, and it’s time for those two to talk, to process everything as a couple. He can sit this one out for now.

“Will you help me, Yongbok? My legs kinda feel like jello.”

“Yeah,” he smiles. Slower than usual, Yongbok climbs off the bed and gently takes her from Felix’s hold, holding her in his arms like he would a princess. “Let’s get washed up.”

“Don’t take too long, Lix,” Evelyn says with a dreamy smile toward the brunette.

“I won’t, princess. I’ll be there soon.”

In the master bathroom, Yongbok helps Evelyn sit on the toilet while he gets the shower going. He blushes and turns away immediately when he goes to move her to the shower and she’s sheepishly looking up at him while she relieves herself. Of course, she reminds him he’s seen everything, so it shouldn’t be as weird anymore for them. But he still keeps her back to him until she mutters that she’s done and he helps her stand to wash her hands before leading her into the warm shower.

“Can you stand on your own now, Evie? Or do you need a little more help?”

“I’m okay.” She gazes up at him with round eyes and a small smile. “Can you hold me for a bit?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.”

Together they stand under the showerhead, arms wrapped around each other to keep them close. A minute of this goes by before Yongbok finally speaks.

“Did you mean what you said out there, or was it just a heat of the moment thing?”

Evelyn knows immediately what he’s asking about. She tightens her hold. “Yeah, I meant it. I do want to get married to you. I want to start a family with you, too. If the family happens before the marriage, that’s okay… I just love you a lot. Sorry if it was a lot to take in…”

“Don’t apologize. I want that, too… Whenever it happens.” Yongbok cups her face between his hands. “I love you so much, Evelyn. I’ve loved you for so long.” He kisses her shortly. “I never thought I’d ever get to be with you like this… that I would ever call you my girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“I never thought I’d have the guts to admit my feelings to you. Never in a million years did I think you would see me as more than your best friend. Those guys I watched you go home with? They were all big and muscular, so I just assumed I wasn’t your type.”

“Honestly, Bbokie… it never occurred to me I could be with you,” she admits, caressing his back and hips. “You were my best friend—are my best friend—and I didn’t picture us as more. When Felix told me how you feel... I was shocked because I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of you in that way, and then it was so easy for me to accept that I love you just as much.” She runs her hands over his shoulders and to his biceps where she squeezes them. "I like you for you. Muscles or not."

“I guess our freak accident turned out for the better.”

“Do you think Felix will always be around? It’s been so long since we’ve looked for any answers.”

“He might. I honestly half expected us to merge after all that.”

She giggles. “You mean after having sex?”

“Yeah… like some crazy sci-fi thing or something.”

He is so cute and still her Yongbok. She gazes at him fondly.

“Will you miss him if we find a way to put him back?” he asks.

“Well, yeah. I understand that he is you, but he’s also himself. I love him as Felix and as you. I love two separate people, but I also only love one. I’m sure I’d eventually stop missing him as much because I will still see him in you. But it will be hard to say goodbye.”

“Should we… stop trying to figure out how to fix it, then? Will it make you happier if he sticks around?”

“Does it matter when he’s part of who you are?”

Yongbok responds by kissing her, one hand tangling in her hair and the other gripping her waist. “Your happiness means a million times more than getting that part of myself back.

“Yongbok,” Evelyn sniffles, her heart swelling to a point it could burst. “Make love to me, please.”

His lips part with a sharp inhale, his eyebrows pitching in and up. “But you just… I-I-I don’t know if I… Now?”

“Please. I know we’re both exhausted… and you might not… you know, but… I want to know what it feels like when you alone love me. And I want to love you the same way. Just us.”

Just the two of them. How it would be if he hadn’t walked into that room… if had the courage to say something on his own. The effect is immediate. “You’re not too… sensitive?”

“Doesn’t matter. Are you still hard?”

“I wasn’t really, but now I am. It’s… It’s kinda embarrassing, actually.”

“I think it’s cute and really fucking hot.”

His exhale is shaky. “What if Felix walks in?”

She smiles. “Somehow I think he’ll understand.” Evelyn kisses him with an exaggerated smack of her lips when she pulls away. It makes her giggle. “I love you, Yongbok.”

His heart flutters, knowing that out of all the times she’s told him that, this time means so much more to the both of them. “I love you, too.”

Without words, Evelyn jumps into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, and starts kissing his lips and around his face. She can’t keep her laughter at bay when he returns the favor, pressing her against the cool shower wall—they both chuckle at her shocked gasp—her back arching away until her body heat warms the tile. They kiss, they caress and they share little grunts and hums. They learn about each other differently, without words and without a viewer. It’s only them in that moment.

When Yongbok finally sheathes himself inside her for the fourth time that night, Evelyn unexpectedly starts tearing up. He pauses, hoping she's okay. When he notices the subtle shake of her head and the needy way she kisses along his neck and jawline up to his ear, where he hears every sound she makes amplified, he realizes that they're tears of joy. They’re nothing for him to ease. They’re for him, for what they have.

Yongbok can’t remember what his life was like before he met Evelyn. Frankly, he doesn’t want to think of those years where he didn’t have her beautiful smiling face in his life. And now, as he thrusts so surely into her, listening to her gasps and whines and moans of his name, he doesn’t want to waste the time thinking back. He wants to be in the now, to think of their future as not only best friends, but lovers. When he reaches between them to circle her sensitive and swollen clit and she breathes out his name, he can’t believe he’s so lucky.

He presses his face into her neck, his teeth nibbling on her skin as he moans, feeling that second orgasm he couldn’t reach before creeping up on him the harder she squeezes him. Her airy “please” and professions of affection also push him deeper into that bliss. He hopes he’s doing enough to bring her to another orgasm despite her exhausted body. It didn’t take her long to slump over his shoulder from a lack of strength, but she begged him to keep going. Of course, he’s going to use every ounce of his energy to do just that.

“Bbokie… love you,” Evelyn mutters, suddenly clenching so tightly and then spasming against him, a long drawn-out and shaky moan spilling from her.

It’s the final straw he needs to reach his own peak, a feeling that lasts a few seconds more than what he’s used to. It actually brings some tears to his eyes as he tries not to drop Evelyn.

Yongbok's shaking from his orgasm traps her between the shower wall and himself. Evelyn wants to get out of his hold to let him recover, but his grip is still so tight on her. Instead, she brushes her fingers through his hair until he lets her down. But he doesn’t let her go.

The water isn’t as hot anymore. Both realize the silent tears falling down their faces and try kissing them away. Soon enough, soft laughter spawns between them, changing the atmosphere into something silly.

Felix lies back on Evelyn’s freshly changed bed. His lips turn up, hearing the two giggle in the shower like a couple of teenagers in love. He fully intended to join them once he took care of the sheets, but when he heard the sounds of their lovemaking, he lay down until they finished. It is a time they needed alone, and he is happy to give that to them when they need it.

“It worked then?”

Felix turns his head to see the being that allowed him to become his own person. The man-like entity sits on the edge of the bed in a loose white button up and black slacks, his almost black eyes alight in curiosity as he brushes back his lengthy black hair.

Felix looks at the ceiling. “Yeah. They get it now.”

“Good, good.” The being glances around the room with a smile. “I suppose you want me to put you back in his head now?”

The soft voice of such a powerful creature brings a different smile to Felix’s face. “Actually, I wanna stick around for a little longer. Maybe forever.”

“She’s that special to you?”

“You don’t know that half of it. She loves him. She loves me because I’m him, but she also loves me. I’m not just Yongbok, I’m Felix in her eyes. She didn’t hesitate accepting both of us when she realized her feelings for Yongbok. Now here we are.”

The entity tilts his head, eyes fixated on the door, when Evelyn shrieks and Yongbok laughs, clearly a playful incident between the couple. “Will you not join them?”

“I was about to, but then you showed up. I’m starting to get a little chilly, actually.”

“I suppose putting on clothes was unnecessary?”

Felix shrugs and sits up. “Not really. I’d have to take anything I put on off to shower, plus there’s no reason for modesty after what we just did.”

There’s another shriek, but from Yongbok followed by Evelyn’s cackling.

“You should get in there. Sounds like fun.”

Humming, Felix stands and stretches his already sore muscles. “Yup. I guess I’ll see you when I decide it’s time to go back, huh?” He turns to look at the being, but he’s already gone as if he was never there. “What the fuck? Did I just get Batmanned?”

In the shower, Evelyn massages Yongbok’s scalp, sudsy shampoo all over her hands. She coos over the dreamy daze her fingers put her beloved Yongbok in. She leaves a kiss on his nose that he can’t help smiling about.

The bathroom door opens and Evelyn’s face lights up. Yongbok’s heart warms seeing how her eyes brighten when Felix finally steps into the shower behind her.

“Tight fit,” Felix smirks, hands snaking around Evelyn’s waist. “Sounds like you two had some fun.”

Evelyn helps Yongbok rinse the soap from his hair, her eyes full of stars as she gazes at the blond. “Yeah. It’s a shame you missed out.”

His lips find her neck. “Nah, you two needed time alone.”

She turns in his arms, sighing when Yongbok starts washing her hair. “Thank you, Felix.” She gives him a long kiss. “I hope we can be alone some time in the future, too.”

“Anything you want, princess. I’m at your beck and call.”

“Can I help clean you up, Lixie?”

“You can. Make me as squeaky clean as Yongbok, okay?”

Evelyn giggles, and then Yongbok sticks his finger in her ear. “Bbokie, stop it!”

With some playfulness and laughs, eventually all three are adequately clean and they get out, finally ordering some dinner. It isn’t until they start a movie after when Evelyn finally crashes from the day, snug between Yongbok and the back of the couch. Their heads rest on Felix’s thigh as he remains sitting up. Felix combs through her hair, her face pressed into Yongbok’s chest.

“Thank you.”

Felix glances at Yongbok who’s staring up at him. “For what?”

“For telling her how I feel, for helping her realize her feelings… for giving us time alone earlier.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“No, it’s everything, Felix. I don’t know if I would be so gracious to help you like you’ve done for me.”

“You would. I only know how to be this way because of you, Yongbokkie.”

Evelyn hums and sighs, moving her head to breathe fresh air. Yongbok kisses her forehead.

“You’ll always take care of her, right?”

“Of course. That’s silly to ask, Felix. I expect both of us to take good care of her whenever she needs us.”

“Even if I’m not around like this, will you take care of her?”

Yongbok peers up at him. Felix isn’t looking his way, but at the sleeping woman they both adore. “I’ll always take care of her, Felix. I’ll keep her happy and safe for as long as I’m alive.”

“Good.” Felix looks at him and then smirks. “Just gotta make sure you aren’t in it just for a good fuck.”

“Yah! Of course not! What the fuck?”

Evelyn stirs and pouts. “What’s wrong, Bbokie?”

Felix chuckles. “Go back to sleep, baby. Your Bbokie just got a little heated.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Evelyn’s back in dreamland with a mumble and a deep sigh.

“Why the hell would you ever assume that’s all I want from her?” Yongbok’s voice is a harsh whisper.

“Well, you did think about her a lot when you were—”

“That doesn’t mean I only wanted her to love me back for that! Sure, it’s nice… amazing really, but I always wanted to be her person. I wanted her to get all dreamy-eyed over me and not the beefy bartender down the street. I just wanted her to love me back.”

“I know, mate. You’ve always been head over heels for her. I just have to make sure and tease ya, ya know?”

There’s a brief moment of silence between them.

“You love her, too, right?”

“Yeah.” Felix gazes at her, her hair slipping through his fingers as he continues to brush it. “Yeah, I do. Loved her the moment you conjured me up. Hard not to seeing her through your eyes. Didn’t change when I saw her through my own. Feels like we’ve won the lottery with her.”

Yongbok hums in agreement. “I hope she feels the same about us.”

“You don’t see the way she looks at you. She definitely feels that way about you.”

“What about when she looks at you?”

Felix shrugs. “Well, I am you, so…”

“But you’re also yourself.”

“Then maybe… I’ve only cared that she’s happy with you, Yongbok.”

“I think you make her happy, too. Her entire face lit up when you joined us in the shower.”

A little smile appears on Felix’s face. “I like that I can make her light up the way you do. That feels good.”

Yongbok also smiles, kissing Evelyn’s forehead again.

Both men quietly dote on their sleeping girlfriend while the movie continues in the background. They both hope their tender touches transfer their affection into whatever dreams she’s having because maybe in her dreams she can truly see the vastness of how much they love her.

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“ah-ah, look at me, look at me.”

“definitely not, i cant.”

abby let out a playful laugh once she detected how flustered and jittery you seemed to be. your lovely mean girlfriend had been teasing and complimenting you for all of thirty minutes and she just knew you were a hot mess. you were trying to evade any physical contact with her, quickly ending any sensual conversations she started, and, of course, avoiding any eye contact she was so determined to have.

“im doing my crossword puzzles, abs. i need to focus,” the little booklet rose up to conceal your face from abby who was wanting to peek over. she just wanted to catch sight of that tense grin that lurked on your lips, “youre making it difficult to do so,” your eyes flicked from the chaotic box of letters, to abbys baby blues, and back to the messy letters.

“oh, yeah?” her hand was now gently rising to the soft skin of your thigh, roaming up your body— more specifically up the dress you had decided to wear today—, “how can I help my pretty girl, hm? whats gonna help her focus?”

abbys head dipped down, sweet, slow kisses trickling up your thighs. your focus was now going in and out, wanting so badly for abby to give you what you both wanted but at the same time hoping she would quit her actions and let you finish finding the last three words you searching for.

but lets be honest. were you really going to ask the love of your life to cut the bullshit to let you focus? or were you going to sit and hold eye contact with her as she sunk her tongue deep into your cunt and sucked on the bundle of nerves that made you hit those high notes?

“tell me to stop and ill stop, swear.”

“and if i dont?”

abbys face contained a hint of surprise, glancing to your fully uncovered face, taking in your shy, feeble attempt at trying to seem in charge. she shrugged before answering, ready to just start eating until her hearts content, “then i hope you can find an exact duplicate of this dress.”

“oh, please, i—, im sorry? you said what?”

“that dress isnt going to be in one piece in the next twenty minutes.”

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Day Fourteen: Fresh Sheets | Sicktember 2024

skipped day 13 because there weren't enough alternative prompts and i wasn't sure if i could duplicate an alternate prompt and i didn't really want to write a mono fic.

anyway, heres some more wlw emeto fics.

if you have any requests, questions, comments, etc., send them my way!

tw emeto, throwing up in bed

The fading light of the evening cast a soft glow over the driveway as Willow pulled up to the house, her headlights cutting through the growing dusk. Her eyes fell immediately on Vanessa’s car, parked in its usual spot. That sight alone made Willow pause.

Vanessa wasn’t supposed to be home yet; she had mentioned working a later shift. Willow frowned as she turned off the engine, a faint sense of unease settling over her. She grabbed her things, the hum of the car’s engine fading as she stepped out into the cool evening air. Her mind raced through the possibilities. Maybe Vanessa had swapped shifts or finished early.

As Willow unlocked the front door, she was met with an eerie silence. No music, no TV. Even the usual mess Vanessa left behind—her jacket draped over the couch or her boots kicked off in a rush—was missing. The house was unnaturally still, as if Vanessa hadn’t been moving around at all.

“Vanessa?” Willow called out, her voice breaking through the quiet as she dropped her bag by the door. She listened for a response, hoping to hear Vanessa’s voice calling back from another room, but all she got in return was the soft creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. A strange knot formed in her stomach.

Willow made her way through the house, her eyes scanning the living room, the kitchen, each corner of the space. Still nothing. No sign of movement. No sign of life. She turned down the hallway, her footsteps quieter now as the growing unease took hold. There was only one place left to check—the bedrooms.

The door to Vanessa's room was ajar, just slightly, and Willow pushed it open gently. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes landed on Vanessa, and the tension in her chest tightened further. Vanessa was curled up in her bed, still wearing her police uniform. Her strawberry blonde hair was disheveled, tangled against the pillow, and she hadn’t even bothered to pull the covers up around her. She looked like she had simply collapsed there, too tired or too ill to care about anything else.

“Vanessa?” Willow whispered, her voice soft with concern as she moved closer to the bed. Her girlfriend didn’t stir, her breathing deep and labored as she lay curled on her side, her body tucked in on itself like she was trying to block out the world. Willow’s heart sank at the sight—this was not like Vanessa at all.

Willow reached out, placing a gentle hand on Vanessa’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her uniform. There was a faint clamminess there, a dampness that spoke of fever or sweat. She frowned, brushing her fingers lightly across Vanessa’s forehead. She wasn’t burning up, but the coolness of her skin, combined with her being in bed so early, sent another wave of worry crashing over Willow.

At her touch, Vanessa stirred, blinking groggily as she tried to focus her tired eyes. There was a split second of confusion, followed by recognition, but no smile greeted Willow this time. Vanessa looked drained, her face pale, her eyes clouded with exhaustion and something else—discomfort, maybe even pain.

“Hey,” Vanessa croaked, her voice rough and hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken in hours. She shifted slightly under Willow’s touch, wincing as she did.

“Hey,” Willow responded softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, her brow creased with concern. “What’s going on? Why are you home so early?”

Vanessa swallowed hard, grimacing as she tried to sit up a little. “I got sent home,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t stay at the station. I got sick.”

The words hit Willow like a punch to the gut. Vanessa never let herself get sent home, no matter how bad she felt. For her to leave work early—still in uniform, no less—meant that something serious had happened.

“What do you mean, sick?” Willow asked, her voice soft but urgent. “What happened?”

Vanessa’s expression twisted slightly, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort flashing across her face. “It just hit me out of nowhere,” she mumbled, rubbing a hand over her stomach as if recalling the sensation made it worse. “I was fine one minute, and then... God, I just started throwing up. Like, couldn’t stop. It was awful.”

Willow’s heart clenched at the thought of Vanessa, normally so strong and in control, reduced to this—curled up in bed, still in her work clothes, after being sent home from a job she loved. The sight of her girlfriend looking so pale and vulnerable tugged at something deep inside her.

“Oh, Vanessa...” Willow whispered, brushing a lock of Vanessa’s hair behind her ear. “Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come home.”

Vanessa gave a weak smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Didn’t want to worry you. Figured I’d sleep it off.”

Willow sighed softly, stroking her fingers through Vanessa’s hair. “And how’s that working out for you?” she teased gently, though her heart was still heavy with concern.

Vanessa let out a breathy laugh, but it quickly turned into a wince as she pressed a hand to her stomach. “Not great,” she admitted, her face pinching in discomfort. “Still feel like hell.”

Willow’s gaze softened, her fingers tracing calming patterns along Vanessa’s arm. “Okay, let’s get you out of this uniform, at least,” she said, her voice full of quiet resolve. “You need to rest properly. I’ll grab some water and something light for you to eat, okay?”

Vanessa nodded, though the movement was slow, as if even that small effort took too much energy. “Yeah... okay.”

Willow helped Vanessa sit up just enough to peel off the stiff police uniform, the fabric damp from where her body had been sweating through bouts of nausea. It clung uncomfortably to her skin, and Vanessa let out a soft groan as Willow carefully pulled it away, replacing it with one of Vanessa’s worn T-shirts and a pair of soft sweatpants.

"You know, this isn't what I meant when I said I would happily let you take my clothes off," Vanessa joked softly.

It was a familiar routine between them—one of the many ways Willow took care of her after a long day—but this time, there was something deeper about it. Something more tender, more necessary.

Vanessa sank back into the pillows with a tired sigh, her hand resting protectively over her stomach as it gurgled unhappily beneath her palm. Willow could see the tension in her body, the way she tried to lie still but couldn’t quite relax, her discomfort evident in every slight movement.

“I’ll be right back,” Willow promised, pressing a soft kiss to Vanessa’s temple before slipping out of the room.

As Willow padded down the hall toward the kitchen, her mind raced with worry. She couldn’t shake the image of Vanessa curled up in bed, still wearing her uniform, pale and weak from the nausea that had struck so suddenly. Vanessa was always the strong one—the one who handled everything without breaking a sweat. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and sick, felt like a punch to the chest.

In the kitchen, Willow quickly filled a glass of water and rummaged through the cabinets for something simple, something that might settle Vanessa’s stomach without making things worse. A few crackers, maybe. Ginger tea. She knew Vanessa hated being fussed over, but this wasn’t about fussing. This was about making sure she was okay.

When Willow returned to the bedroom, she found Vanessa in the same position—curled up on her side, her eyes closed but her brow still furrowed as if she was fighting off another wave of nausea. Willow set the water and crackers down on the nightstand and sat back beside her, brushing her fingers lightly through Vanessa’s hair again.

“Here,” Willow said softly. “Try to drink some water. It’ll help.”

Vanessa cracked her eyes open, her face pinched with discomfort as she sat up just enough to take the glass. She sipped slowly, grimacing as the cool liquid hit her unsettled stomach, but she managed a few swallows before setting it back down with a tired sigh.

“Thanks,” she muttered, leaning back into the pillows. “I feel like such a mess.”

“You’re not a mess,” Willow said firmly, her voice full of quiet affection as she stroked Vanessa’s hair. “Your stomach is just upset. It happens.”

Vanessa let out a breath, her eyes fluttering closed again as she rested her head against Willow’s shoulder. “I hope it doesn’t last long,” she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion. “I just want to sleep…”

Despite every instinct in Willow’s body telling her to stay and take care of Vanessa, the gentle but firm insistence in her girlfriend’s eyes was hard to argue with.

Vanessa had always been stubborn—especially when it came to showing any sign of weakness. The fact that she had come home early at all was a testament to how bad things had been at work. But now, tucked into bed, her expression pinched with discomfort, Vanessa gave Willow a tired, pleading look.

“Wills,” Vanessa mumbled, her voice hoarse, “I just need to sleep this off, okay? You don’t need to hover. I’ll be fine.”

Willow frowned, her fingers lingering in Vanessa’s hair. “You don’t look fine, babe,” she replied softly, her voice laced with concern. But Vanessa’s resolve remained unbroken.

“Please,” Vanessa insisted gently, shifting slightly under the blankets, though even that small movement made her wince. “I’ll be okay. I promise I’ll call for you if I need anything.”

Willow hesitated. She hated leaving Vanessa alone when she looked this pale and unwell, but she also knew that Vanessa valued her independence—especially when she was sick. Pushing too hard would only make her feel worse.

“Alright,” Willow finally relented, though the worry in her chest didn’t ease. “But I’m checking in on you soon, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Vanessa gave her a faint, grateful smile, her eyelids already fluttering closed as the exhaustion took hold of her again. Willow kissed her forehead softly before slipping out of the room, a quiet sigh escaping her as she made her way back to the kitchen.

She couldn’t just sit around and do nothing, not when her girlfriend was lying there, looking so vulnerable. The silence of the house felt heavy now, the absence of Vanessa’s usual presence unsettling. So, to keep herself busy—and to soothe the gnawing worry building in her chest—Willow busied herself in the kitchen, prepping some soup and tea for when Vanessa woke up. Even if Vanessa insisted she didn’t need help, Willow could at least make sure something was ready for her when she finally felt up to eating.

The kitchen was bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights, the faint smell of broth simmering on the stove filling the air. Willow worked quietly, chopping vegetables, heating water for tea, doing everything she could to keep her hands moving and her mind occupied. Still, every few minutes, she’d glance toward the hallway, listening for any sign from Vanessa’s room. But the house remained quiet, save for the gentle bubbling of the soup.

After some time, the tea was ready, and Willow set it aside, letting it cool slightly. She checked her watch, noting how long Vanessa had been sleeping. She was just about to head down the hall when a faint, unmistakable sound reached her ears—the sound of movement from the bedroom, followed by a muffled groan.

Willow’s heart clenched. Something wasn’t right.

She hurried down the hallway, her steps quick but quiet, and pushed the door open carefully. The sight that greeted her made her heart drop.

Vanessa was still in bed, but now she was half-curled over herself, her body tense and trembling. Her face was pale, and the sheen of sweat on her forehead had returned, making her hair stick to her skin. But what struck Willow the most was the look of panic in Vanessa’s eyes—eyes that were wide and unfocused as her stomach roiled violently, betraying her once again.

“I...I couldn’t...I didn’t—” Vanessa choked out, but before she could finish her sentence, her body heaved uncontrollably, and she was sick right there, in bed.

Willow’s breath caught as she rushed forward, kneeling beside the bed, her hands instinctively reaching for Vanessa even as her girlfriend struggled to catch her breath between bouts of retching. Vanessa had barely been awake for a few moments, and yet it was clear her body hadn’t given her any warning before it turned on her again. The smell of sickness clung to the air, and Willow could see how mortified Vanessa was, her body trembling, her lips parted in shallow breaths.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa gasped, her voice thick with nausea and embarrassment. “I didn’t... I couldn’t stop it.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Willow whispered, her voice soothing but firm as she gently brushed the damp hair away from Vanessa’s face. “Don’t worry about that. Just breathe.”

Vanessa let out a shaky breath, her body still convulsing slightly as the nausea refused to ease. Her stomach gurgled angrily, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back another wave. She hated this. She hated feeling this weak, this out of control. She was used to being the strong one, the one who handled everything without flinching—but here, in the quiet of their bedroom, she was helpless against her own body.

Willow could feel the tension radiating from Vanessa, the way her muscles clenched involuntarily with every heave, the way her breath hitched as she tried to fight off the nausea. But there was no use fighting it now. Her body was determined to purge whatever was causing her such distress.

“Just let it out,” Willow murmured, her hand resting on Vanessa’s back, rubbing slow, gentle circles. “Don’t try to hold it in.”

Vanessa barely had time to nod before her body gave in again, and she was heaving once more, her stomach twisting in agonizing knots. The sound of it was harsh, the retching relentless as her body tried desperately to rid itself of whatever was left. Tears pricked at the corners of Vanessa’s eyes, not from the emotion but from the sheer physical strain of being so violently ill.

Willow’s heart ached for her. She kept one hand on Vanessa’s back and the other gently brushing her hair out of her face, whispering soothing words between each wave of sickness. “You’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” she murmured, though the sight of Vanessa like this made it hard to believe her own words.

Eventually, the heaving began to slow, leaving Vanessa gasping for breath, her body trembling with exhaustion. She slumped forward, too weak to move, her forehead resting against the pillow as her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.

Willow was quick to act, her hands moving carefully as she helped Vanessa sit up just enough to prop her against the pillows. Vanessa’s skin was clammy, her face pale and drawn, and her lips were chapped from the constant retching. But it was the look in her eyes that worried Willow the most—there was a quiet desperation there, a mix of shame and frustration that Vanessa couldn’t hide.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa whispered again, her voice barely audible as she leaned back against the pillows, her body limp with fatigue.

“Vanessa, stop,” Willow said softly, shaking her head as she stroked her girlfriend’s hair. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re sick. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

Vanessa closed her eyes, swallowing thickly as another wave of nausea rippled through her, though this time her stomach seemed to have calmed enough that she wasn’t on the verge of being sick again. Still, she couldn’t shake the discomfort, the lingering unease that sat heavy in her stomach.

“I just feel... awful,” she mumbled, her voice shaky. “I didn’t even realize I was going to be sick until it happened.”

Willow’s expression softened as she continued to stroke Vanessa’s hair, her heart aching at the sight of her normally strong, capable girlfriend reduced to this. “I know,” she whispered gently. “You’re going to feel better soon. Tell you what... why don't you try to take a shower, I'll pull these sheets off and get some fresh ones... and then we can lay down and I'll rub your stomach, if that'll help... maybe you can try and take your medicine?"

Vanessa nodded slowly. She was still undeniably mortified. She was terrified. Willow could see she still felt sick, but felt all the more guilty she was feeling sick.

While Willow quietly worked to strip the bed and replace the sheets, Vanessa mustered the energy to move. Her body still ached with exhaustion, her stomach a roiling pit of discomfort, but the stickiness of the sweat and the mess from being sick had made her feel even worse. She needed a shower—something to wash away the remnants of her rough evening and help her regain some sense of control over her body.

Pushing herself to sit up, Vanessa felt the room sway slightly, her legs weak beneath her as she stood. Her muscles protested the movement, her stomach giving another uneasy churn, but the worst of the nausea seemed to have passed for now. She made her way to the bathroom, her steps slow and deliberate as she leaned against the wall for support.

The moment she stepped under the hot spray of the shower, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The warmth of the water cascaded over her skin, washing away the clammy sweat and soothing some of the lingering discomfort in her muscles. It was as if the steam was lifting the weight off her shoulders, even if it couldn’t settle her stomach completely. The tension began to drain from her body as she stood there, letting the water work its magic, even though the unease in her belly remained a constant, dull reminder of how sick she still felt.

After a few minutes, Vanessa slowly turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, padding back to the bedroom where she could hear Willow quietly working to make everything comfortable again. The soft sound of sheets being smoothed into place and Willow’s familiar presence brought a small sense of calm to Vanessa’s frayed nerves.

She walked to the bathroom mirror, her reflection staring back at her—her hair damp and wild, her face pale with dark circles under her eyes. She looked worse than she felt, which was saying something. But she wasn’t ready to go back to bed just yet. Her stomach was still unsettled, a faint but persistent queasiness lingering in her core. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet, finding the small bottle of anti-nausea medication she kept on hand for times like these.

Vanessa swallowed them with a handful of water. The medicine wasn’t an instant cure, but she knew it would take the edge off the nausea soon enough. She clutched the sink for a moment, breathing deeply, willing her stomach to settle.

When she finally reentered the bedroom, Willow was just finishing up with the bed, pulling the fresh blankets into place. The room smelled faintly of lavender now, clean and comforting. Willow turned to her, her gaze immediately softening when she saw Vanessa standing there, looking a little steadier but still clearly not herself.

“How are you feeling now?” Willow asked, her voice low and full of concern as she approached, her eyes scanning Vanessa’s face for any signs of improvement.

Vanessa gave a small, tired smile, though the lingering queasiness made her expression tight. “A little better,” she admitted, her voice hoarse. “I took some of the meds, so... hopefully that helps soon.”

Willow nodded, reaching out to touch her arm, her fingers tracing a soft, soothing line up and down. “Good. Why don’t you get back into bed? You still look exhausted.”

Vanessa didn’t argue. Her legs were trembling slightly from the effort of even standing in the shower, and now that the worst of the nausea was subsiding, her body felt heavy with fatigue. She climbed back into bed slowly, careful not to jostle her still-sensitive stomach as she sank into the fresh sheets. The coolness of the clean linens was a welcome comfort, and she let out a quiet sigh as she lay back against the pillows.

Willow sat beside her, her touch gentle as she pulled the blanket over Vanessa, tucking her in like she always did when one of them was feeling under the weather. Vanessa closed her eyes, her body finally beginning to relax, though the dull ache in her stomach remained.

“You’re still feeling sick, huh?” Willow asked quietly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from Vanessa’s face.

“Yeah,” Vanessa admitted, her voice soft and tired. “It’s not as bad as before, but... I still feel like I could be sick again at any moment.”

Willow nodded, her brow creased with worry. “Just rest. The meds will kick in soon, and if you need anything, I’m right here.”

Vanessa nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on her breathing. The nausea was still there, lurking just beneath the surface, but the warmth of the bed, the softness of the sheets, and the gentle presence of Willow by her side were enough to keep her grounded. She was so tired—her body heavy with exhaustion, her mind foggy from the day’s events. All she wanted now was sleep.

Willow stayed by her side, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, her hand resting lightly on Vanessa’s arm. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stayed there, offering the quiet comfort Vanessa needed without overwhelming her. It was a delicate balance—being there without crowding her, giving care without smothering her—and Willow knew it well.

Minutes passed in silence, the room dimly lit by the bedside lamp, and gradually, Vanessa’s breathing began to slow. The tension in her body eased, and though the nausea still lingered, it was no longer the all-consuming force it had been earlier. She drifted in and out of sleep, her body finally giving in to the fatigue.

Willow watched her quietly, her heart heavy with concern but relieved to see Vanessa resting more peacefully now. She brushed a soft kiss to Vanessa’s temple, careful not to wake her, and stood up slowly, making her way to the kitchen where the soup and tea still waited. She wasn’t sure if Vanessa would be up for eating anytime soon, but it would be there when she was ready.

By the time Willow returned to the bedroom with a mug of ginger tea and a small bowl of broth, Vanessa had stirred slightly, her eyes blinking open as she adjusted to the room around her. She still looked pale, but there was a little more color in her cheeks now, and though she grimaced slightly as her stomach gurgled uneasily, she didn’t seem to be on the verge of being sick again.

“I brought you some tea,” Willow said softly, sitting down beside her again and offering her the mug. “It’s ginger, so it should help settle your stomach a little more.”

Vanessa gave a small, grateful smile as she took the mug in her hands, her fingers trembling slightly from the weakness still clinging to her body. She took a tentative sip, the warmth of the tea soothing her throat and calming the lingering nausea just a little.

“Thanks, Will,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse but filled with quiet affection.

“Anytime,” Willow replied, reaching out to rub her back gently. “Do you think you could eat a little something? Just some broth, if you’re up for it.”

Vanessa hesitated, her stomach still unsettled, but she knew she needed to eat something. The thought of food made her stomach churn slightly, but the gentle pressure of Willow’s hand on her back was enough to convince her to try. She nodded slowly, taking another sip of tea before Willow handed her the small bowl of broth.

It took a few slow, careful spoonfuls before Vanessa felt confident that her stomach could handle it, but the warmth of the broth helped ease the remaining tension in her belly. She ate slowly, her body still heavy with exhaustion, but with every bite, the nausea receded just a little more.

When she finally set the bowl down, Vanessa leaned back against the pillows, her body relaxing fully for the first time since she had come home. The medicine was working, the tea was helping, and most of all, Willow’s quiet, steady presence had kept her grounded through the worst of it.

Willow slid back into bed beside her, pulling the blankets up around both of them, her arm wrapping around Vanessa’s shoulders. Vanessa curled into her, resting her head on Willow’s chest, listening to the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing.

“I’m sorry I made such a mess of things,” Vanessa mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as sleep began to pull her under again.

“Stop apologizing,” Willow replied softly, her fingers running through Vanessa’s hair. “You didn’t make a mess of anything. You’re sick, and that’s what I’m here for.”

Vanessa smiled faintly, her body finally at peace as she drifted off to sleep, her head nestled against Willow’s chest. The nausea had faded to a dull whisper now, her stomach no longer the storm it had been earlier. She could rest, knowing that Willow was there, holding her close, and for now, that was all she needed.

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