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mapofthesea · 1 year

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forward!jimin x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: smut, fluff, porn with a hint of plot!

word count: 5.8k

summary: star forward Park Jimin is not only good at the game of hockey, but the game of life. He’s rarely faced with adversity and enjoys the perks of being admired by millions of fans between his sporting and modeling endeavors. To you, he’s nothing but a massive thorn in your side: a reminder of your past life as a puck bunny and your biggest challenge in landing your next promotion. He’s damn lucky he’s handsome.

warnings: arguing, tension from past relationship (they were never Together but they did fuck), swearing, jimin is a smug little shit, jimin with a lip piercing (!!!), hockey talk but no actual game time action, they have Feelings for each other, kind of enemies to lovers but lowkey, specific smut warnings include: penetrative unprotected sex (don’t do this irl!), dom!jimin x sub!reader, slightly bratty reader, degradation (he calls her a slut, she likes it though) and praise, making out/sloppy kissing, fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving), handjob, hair pulling, hickeys/marking, multiple orgasms, coming inside, slight overstimulation, aftercare ofc

a/n: as always my work is not proof read or edited so there may be some mistakes! Also this is clearly smut so please do not go below the cut if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with the content noted above. Happy reading!

The warmth of the hotel sheets engulfs you, the expensive feeling silk rubbing gently against your freshly washed skin. You barely know what time it is, but the sleep weighing down your eyelids negates any logic.

An involuntary sigh passes your lips as you feel your spine decompress from the cramped position you had to assume on the plane ride here. Your phone vibrates on the beside table but you skillfully ignore it, snuggling further into the comforter. A sweet lull of sleep starts to envelope you- and then your phone vibrates again. Once, twice, three times, and then the barrage of texts turns into a full blown call, rattling your phone violently.

"Fuck, what?" You yell, throwing the covers off and snatch the phone off of the bedside table. The brightness makes you squint, answering the call without seeing who it is.

"Hello?"

"Oh Thank God, Y/N. I need you to-" the sound of your boss's voice sends anger through your veins. It was his idea for you to travel to this tournament, and now he has the audacity to call you after working hours?

"No, please, Ken. It's late and I'm tired. Whatever the issue is it can wait until the morning."

"It really can't, Y/N. I need you to go talk to Park. Now." You still, heart hammering at the name. You can't imagine what the fuck he would need at this hour, but you're not a babysitter and you certainly aren't giving up your rest for him.

"No, I'm just here to do media for the games. It's not my problem if he needs a handler tonight." Ken sighs and the tension is palpable through the phone line. The silence buzzes through you like a live wire.

"If you don't go talk to him now, your job is gonna be a lot harder than it needs to be in the morning. Please, Y/N. I need someone with boots on the ground to help me. If you get it solved I'll fast track your application for the promotion." Ken's offer hangs over your head. Fuck this capitalist system and the fact that whoever takes the promotion is based more on connection than talent. As much as you despise having to continue to climb the ladder after years of hard work in college and the office, the perks of better health insurance glimmer in your mind.

"Okay, fine. I'm going." Anxiety spikes in your chest as Ken thanks you and hangs up. You vividly remember the last time you were one on one with Park Jimin, and the thought makes your cheeks flame. Suddenly your breezy pajamas feel too warm, and the slightly damp strands of your hair at the nape of your neck itch.

When you started your career in sports media, you never saw yourself working for the same hockey team he plays for. You always saw it as a near impossibility when you moved away from your hometown for the degree- but the universe works in weird and cruel ways that happen to force you into close quarters with a whole gaggle of professional hockey players. You really tried your very hardest to avoid interacting with any of the players on the team outside of working hours, not just Jimin. Although several of them had also flew in today and settled in the same hotel, you made sure to book with a separate airline and get a hotel room on a separate floor. You had no interest in mixing your business with your personal life; it’s nothing but an irresponsible risk.

But here you are now, embarrassing yourself by applying a fresh layer of deodorant before you leave your hotel room. The lavish hallways are luckily empty, and the cool elevator shaft eases the heat crawling up your neck. It’s incredibly nerve-wracking to imagine why you needed to have this intervention, and the idea of how he may answer the door makes you dizzy.

Maybe he’d injured himself? But surely you wouldn’t be the one called to his room in that case. There was always the possibility that he did something to cause a media storm- got into a fight, was spotted robbing a store, maybe it was reported that he did cocaine in a bathroom- but it had only been a few hours since their plane landed, so would he have had time for any of that? And wouldn't covering up a personal blunder be up to his personal manager, not you? Your palms slick with sweat at the possibilities of the mess you’re going to find behind his door.

You hover outside it, staring at the gold plated numbers illuminated by the nearby sconces. It's oddly intimidating to know he's just on the other side of the door; living and breathing and simply existing- perhaps making some kind of erroneous mistake that could ruin his career or basking in the aftermath of that. The wood of the door feels thick and expensive under your fingers as you knock, and it’s so feeble that you can almost guarantee he didn’t hear it. You swear and try again, knocking harder despite your shaking knuckles.

“Coming!” His voice sounds light and airy but it makes lead drop through your stomach. The urge to run away overtakes you and just as you make the decision that no, this isn’t worth the possibility of a promotion, the door swings open.

Park Jimin has no right looking this handsome at whatever ungodly hour you had knocked on his door. His black hair is mussed at the back of his head as if he had just been laying in bed. The softness of his hair is almost enough to weaken you, but the familiar narrowed cut of his eyes runs ice through you. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you blush and internally chastise yourself for the stupid reaction; you were here for a professional reason, so why the fuck was your heart hammering in your chest at a million miles an hour?

"What can I do for you, Y/N?" Jimin's silky voice filters through your hazy mind and you startle, shaking your head to clear the suffocation surrounding you. Alarm bells ring at the familiar cadence of his voice, the way he perfectly crafts the syllables that make up your name.

"Um, I-" your eyes flit around his face; the tempting golden sheen of his skin under the gold casted hallway lighting, the fullness of his cheeks and his pretty lashes and the silver gleam of his lip-ring...

"What the fuck is that?" You practically yell, pulled out of your reverence at his handsomeness as the lip ring registers. It's a bold silver curve, resting temptingly in the middle of his plush bottom lip. It shines as if tempting you to look closer, to touch it, to feel it. Your stomach stirs at the fleeting thought of how the cold metal would pull an addicting contrast between the heated press of his lips.

"This?" He licks at the metal with his tongue and you suddenly feel the need to take a seat. "Got it a while ago, honestly. Off season stuff." He waves his hand nonchalantly as if you'd asked him if he wanted chocolate or vanilla cake. "You like it?" He arches a perfectly shaped brow and leans casually on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. He's small and lithe for a hockey player, but you know that he has intimidating strength corded through his arms and the stamina to match.

Dumbly, you nod at his question. You like it a lot. Jimin lets out a heady laugh and you can only imagine how fucking stupid you look right now; slightly damp hair and a flushed bare face, mismatched sleep socks and these stupid lamb pajamas your mom got you for Christmas. Your face blanches at the sudden realization that the shorts were certainly too small for standing in a hotel hallway under Park Jimin's gaze.

"Wait, no, I'm here because Ken told me to come down and talk to you!" You backtrack quickly, pulling at the bottom hem of your t-shirt.

"Awe, come on Y/N, you mean you didn't want to come visit me for old times sake?" His electric eyes travel your bare legs. You grit your teeth and try to find the fire of anger in your stomach-the shield that's allowed you to ward off your feelings for him for so many years- but it's been replaced by the quivering attraction that never quite left.

"N-no, Jimin." You plant your hands on your hips; hoping to instill some of the social media manager persona back into your conversation. "That thing is a liability for you, and for me, it sounds like, because Ken sent me down here to take care of it. You'll have to get rid of it. It's out of regulations for the games." Jimin blinks owlishly, as if he had never considered that the piercing would be out of regulations.

"Really?" He licks the damn piercing again and your greedy eyes soak up every part; the perfect pinkness of his tongue and the way he maneuvers it around the metal in a tantalizing circle that's much too familiar. Your stomach simmers with arousal.

"Fuck, Jimin, yes. It really is out of regulations, and I would assume Ken saw some picture of you with it, and he's pissed and made it my problem because he isn't here yet. So please, for me, take it out for the games." When is this guy ever going to give you a break? You spent your entire teenage years pining for him and half of your college visits home tangled in his bedsheets, and now as a full fledged adult you're begging him to get his shit together so you can get considered for a promotion. "Please, Jimin, can you just do this one thing for me?" The exasperation of the night makes your voice whiny even to your own ears, and you can practically see Jimin's ears perk at the sound. A cheeky grin overtakes his features.

"If I remember correctly, I've done lots of things for you." You don't miss the shift in his voice; the darkened tone that haunted your dreams for months after you vowed to never speak to him again. Suddenly your throat feels dry and you choke on your rebuttal as he takes a confident stride into the hallway. You can smell the clean linen of his cologne and you instinctively close your eyes and take an inhale. Your nose flares and you swallow your impure thoughts.

"Listen." You poke a finger into his chest and immediately regret it; the firmness of his well toned muscles rejecting your jab. "Come on, Jimin. I'm begging you."

His chest shudders under your finger, and he's so close you can feel the exhale of his breath against your hair. You're frozen as he moves, clasping one of your shoulders with strong fingers. His grip makes your skin tingle as he lowers himself to match your stare.

"I seem to remember you being much better at begging, Y/N. Hmm? Want to try that again?"

Arousal lights your veins and your brain whirs into overdrive, screaming at you to follow the animal instinct clawing inside your gut. Unbidden flashes of your past with Jimin run through your mind: the grip of his hands on your plush hips as he drives himself into you, the paths of bruised kisses he left on your tits after hours of teasing them, the reddened claw marks you left on the bronzed skin of his back.

The current of dominance in his words sparks something dormant inside of you; the slumbering brattiness that you had converted into tenacity reborn. You surge up against him, closing the gap with a bruising kiss. He stumbles slightly in surprise but easily recovers, capturing you around the waist as you devour his mouth. The cool metal of the lip ring is just as addicting as you imagined it to be, wedged between the unending warmth of his plush lips. It's fucking addicting to be kissing him again as he pulls you against the hard planes of his body. There's no hesitation in his actions as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you nipples pebble in response to the liquid heat he elicits in you.

Oxygen becomes useless to you the longer you kiss him. All that matters is the connection of your bodies, the slip of your tongues against one another. Your heart stutters with yearning as Jimin helps himself to a handful of your ass cheeks and you nip at his piercing playfully. A moan reverberates through him and he uses his grip on you to pull you impossibly closer, walking your bodies backward into his hotel room.

The change of scenery shocks you enough that you finally break from the kiss, panting from the exertion. The heavy door slams shut behind you as Jimin pushes it, perhaps a bit too hard. To your wild satisfaction Jimin looks just as winded as you feel. “Fuck,” he croaks the word and you smile, unable to hold back anymore. Something in your mind loosens, and you surge forward to fumble with the tie of his sweatpants. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and for a second you’re sure that the control he never gave you had become yours: that in the years you’d been apart he had shifted into a man who let you take. After so long of playing the sexy and mysterious playboy, Jimin had finally unraveled for you.

But his sudden strength re-emerges just as you begin to wiggle the fabric down his hips, and he captures your wrists under his palm. Forcing your wandering hands away, a familiar gleam of delight at your pliancy shadows his eyes.

“Oh, little girl, you know better than that, don’t you? Or did you forget how this goes for us?” He tuts dismissively but the passion on his face makes your knees weak. “You-“ he shuffles you closer to the king sized bed, “do what I want you to, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Arrogance colors his tone, and you have half a mind to tell him to shove it, but he guides your hands back to his cock and your brain shorts.

He’s hard, twitching under your touch as he holds your hands there, controlling the pressure of your touch. From your seated position on the bed you get a glorious view of the vein in his neck throbbing, and you regret not plastering any bruises onto his neck earlier. “You always were so good with your hands, Y/N. Fuck. Used to drive me crazy thinking about your hands on my dick.” The husk of his voice makes wetness pool between your thighs. It had been so long since you heard him like this but it was just as delicious as before. The pressure he holds on your hands relinquishes but it’s clear what he expects of you so you snake your hands under the layers of fabric dutifully.

You can’t help but tease him a bit, tracing the curve of his balls through the fabric of his expensive boxers. His hips jump forward and he bites out a warning that has you eager to feel the firm hotness of his bare cock in your hand. You shift forward to pull him free, and you keen at the sight of his cock.

A thatch of welcoming dark hair at the base, the length that puts your last boyfriend to shame, the pretty red-tinged head pulsing with a pearlescent shine of precum. Suddenly, you feel extremely empty.

The seam of your pajama shorts presses right where you need it, so you settle for rubbing your thighs together subtly for now. Your hand encases his length, starting with small gentle strokes that you know are doing nothing but driving him crazy. His stomach clenches and trembles as you start pumping him faster, relishing in the little jumps of his cock as your grip gets firmer.

“Feels so good,” the praise falls from him without thought and strikes a hot iron in your stomach, thighs rubbing together without much thought. “Pretty little hand on me like that, fuckin missed that.” The haze of arousal occupies you enough that you don’t allow yourself to overthink anything: instead taking the liberty to rub your thumb firmly over the tip of his cock. The precum aids your glide but you feel a devious idea sneak up on you and you promptly lean forward to spit directly onto his cock. The sound he makes is inhumane and you adore it, gobbling up the strained whimper of your name as he grasps your hair, hard.

Pleasure shoots down your spine at his grip and he grins slyly, calculating eyes shooting down to the quivering of your thighs. You don’t cease your hands, only adding the second to cup at his balls again while he appraises you. “My pretty little slut, spitting on my cock without me even asking.” He holds your hair harder, cocking your head just enough that you can’t look away from his smoldering eyes. “Are you my pretty little slut?”

You were expecting the question: a relic of your college aged trysts, but it still bowls you over like a semi truck.

“Y-yes, Jimin. ‘M your pretty little slut.” He grins so hard that his eyes scrunch and an approving sound rolls out of him. Your pussy throbs at that, hips canting forward as you mindlessly work your hands over his cock. “Do you need some help?” The grip on your hair disappears and you immediately miss it, the sting of your scalp serving as a beautiful reminder. It takes you a minute to decipher what he means, but the way his penetrating stare flickers between your eyes and your center clues you in. The seam of your shorts had been consistently stimulating you but not nearly enough for any kind of relief: you had soaked through them and your panties while Jimin spoke to you.

You pout at him and nod even though he really didn't need more persuasion. Jimin's quick to cup your pussy in his hand, rubbing his palm over the soaked fabric. Your grip on his cock tightens at his touch and he hisses approvingly, pressing harder against your pussy. You grind your hips upward in a bid to get him closer to your clit. The dull pressure of him cupping you entirely only heightens the neediness in your veins.

"Please, Jimin," you whine and petulantly drop your hands from him when he doesn't get the hint fast enough. Jimin arches a brow at you.

"Is this the game you wanna play, Y/N?" Only now do you realize that his hand has stilled as well, the heat of his palm radiating against your wetness. You shake your head, unable to bear the idea of being denied his touch any longer. "That's what I thought," he tuts. "Now be a good girl and keep touching me, and maybe I'll return the favor."

You immediately grasp for him again, making quick work of thumbing the vein running on the underside of his cock. Jimin returns the favor by honing in on your clit through the fabric of your shorts. You work each other in a lustful tandem, sharing moans until Jimin slips his fingers underneath the soaked layers of fabric on you. The feeling of his fingers on your bare pussy sends you reeling, hands doubling their work on him as he circles your clit with a nimble index finger.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're gonna make me fucking cum," his hips stutter wildly under your grip and you smile, dopey on the satisfaction and the energy building in your core.

"Wanna make you cum," you supply, squeezing the head of his cock lightly. Jimin grunts heartily, head tipping back against his shoulders and you know you have him right there. Triumph squeezes your heart as you make quick deliberate strokes across his cock.

You hear him cum before you feel it, the beautiful tone of his voice husked with arousal. His hips stutter and buck against your hand as his cum paints your top and your palm, the sticky wetness oddly satisfying to your lust addled brain. A laugh of disbelief leaves him as your hand finally loosens. His own hand comes back to life and you gasp; surprised by his renewed energy so soon after coming.

His chest heaves as he bares down over you, leaning your body back onto the plush mattress. His eyes skate down to the mess he made of your shirt and a devious smirk decorates his face.

"Hmm, maybe we should get you out of this messy shirt?" His voice is invariably playful again and you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you.

"Oh, I guess if you insist..." you bat your eyes playfully as he dislodges his hand from your pussy. It leaves you feeling oddly cold, but the gentle tug at the bottom of your shirt distracts you.

"Can I?" The sheepish look on his face stuns you. After everything that had happened tonight, and all of the times he had taken the liberty of stripping you naked before, you're surprised to see the hesitation on his face.

"Yes, Jimin, if you're sure." You cup his face gently, thumbing the delicate metal of his lip ring. He nips at your fingertip and laves at the spot with his sinful tongue. The flush that stains your face is blocked by the fabric of your shirt as he shucks it off; and Jimin's gaze finds your tits immediately.

"So pretty," he pinches a nipple in reverence. "I missed these tits, Y/N. Missed you." You can't be sure if he meant to admit the last part, but hope strikes your heart regardless. He squishes your tits together and jiggles them, and for a second he's transformed back to the boyish college freshman he was when you first started to hook up; high on his new career as an athlete and the fame that came with it.

His tongue laves across the curves of your breasts, biting a bruise into the supple flesh right above your nipple. The pain transforms into arousal in a second, and your hips buck against him in silent question.

"Oh, can't have just half the outfit on, can we?" He dances his calloused fingers along the waistband of your tiny shorts before yanking them clean off, underwear easily going along with them. The rush of cool air that meets your pussy raises goosebumps along your skin.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll get you nice and warmed up again." Jimin cracks a feline smile and settles comfortably on his knees before parting your thighs. Wetness slicks between them and he hums in satisfaction.

His long hair tickles your legs and you already feel so overwhelmed that by the time he puts his mouth on you, your back is arching toward the ceiling. He presses a kiss to your pussy and the cold sting of his lip ring brings tears to your eyes. Jimin parts your lips with his fingers and allows himself to feast, licking you so thoroughly that you think this must be a holy experience.

Surely this is what divine intervention feels like: Park Jimin feasting on your pussy like a man starved, circling your clit with his tongue and teasing your throbbing entrance with his deft fingers. Your body is honed into every move he makes, and each twitch of his tongue and push of his fingers brings you closer to the sweet, blinding edge. Your hips squirm at the overwhelming sensations and Jimin nips at your clit in retaliation, throwing a strong arm over your lower stomach. Effectively holding you in place, he redoubles his efforts and slides two fingers home, stretching your walls at the same time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

The hot wetness of your arousal, his mouth, the slip of his tongue against you, and the shockingly chilled press of that god damn lip ring send you into happy oblivion. An inhumane string of noises rips from your throat as you come, writhing against the sheets as white heat flashes behind your eyelids. You vaguely register Jimin's fingers pushing you through the high as he laps the last bits of arousal out of you.

"There's my pretty little slut," he purrs as you settle. Your thighs twitch as he pulls his hand away to smooth down the hairs sticking to your face. It takes you a few blinks to register the pretty grin on his face, but you return it with ease.

"Never get rid of that thing." You gesture vaguely to his mouth and a puff of laughter runs across your face. He tongues at it thoughtfully, and even though you had just come, your pussy throbs again.

"Funny, about an hour ago you were begging me to take it out."

You slap his chest noncommittally, still weakened from your explosive orgasm. Jimin pecks your forehead and you keen. A softness appears around his edges as he looks down on you; and even in your bare faced, sweaty state you feel adored.

"I missed you too," the words burst forward before you can rethink it. It'd been swimming around in your mind since you accepted your job offer and caught sight of him for the first time in years. Although neither of you were ever bold enough to make it official, there was no denying the magnetic attraction you shared.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you said that. I have so much I wanna talk to you about-" he presses another delicate kiss to the corner of your lips and you grin. "But I am so hard right now, can we please talk later?" He rolls his hips against you and the evidence is clear. Your brain blanks, replacing the fuzzy adoration with sharp, demanding need.

"Uh huh, talk later. Need you now." Jimin makes short work of his shirt at your approval. His instagram modeling presence has made you no stranger to the sight of his bared chest; but the toned muscles of his pecs and abs scramble your mind. His skin nearly twinkles under the light, and whether its a trick of your mind or the evidence of a very fancy moisturizer, you're just happy to be in his presence.

"Flip," he orders, voice devoid of the sweetness it held just moments before. A shiver wracks your spine as you follow his instructions, flipping onto your hands and knees and obediently curving your back. Jimin hums in praise and you feel renewed energy course through your veins.

He traces the curve of your ass, ghosting his touch around the sensitive skin. You can't see him but you can picture the self satisfied grin on his face as he relishes in the smooth skin. The touch of his lips against your full cheek shocks you and you rock forward into the bed. Jimin bites into the flesh firmly and you moan at the feeling of his sharp canines. You can imagine the blooming bruise that will be there by the morning, and the mere idea of the sore reminder of this night makes your core throb.

"Do you-" Jimin's words die in this throat. "Do you have any condoms?" The punch of reality has you sagging into the sheets. Of course you didn't. The last thing you expected was for this night to unfold like it did. Heavy disappointment weighs your heart.

"I didn't bring any, I haven't..." he trails off again and you wait a few breathless seconds for his words before you twist your upper body so you can see his face. His cheeks are flushed a rosy red that's so endearing your heart squeezes. If it weren't for his evident arousal you would think he had just woken up from a long, restful sleep.

"I haven't been with anyone in a while." He gives you a sheepish smile and you nod in understanding.

"Me either." The admission passes between the two of you like calm water, cooling the tension until a storm whips up in Jimin's eyes. His cocky grin returns as he palms himself.

"I'm clean, are you?" You nod, body reacting to his insinuation before your mind can fully catch up.

"I'm on the pill," you breathe the words as if you can't believe them, and Jimin looks absolutely ravenous. He runs two thick fingers up your pussy, gathering the heady arousal that already has you slippery and stretched for him.

"Gonna let me get in you raw, huh?" He shuffles forward until you can feel the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. He holds his cock against you with his thumb as he glides, careful not to enter you prematurely.

"If I woulda known all it took was a few years apart..." you huff a rueful laugh that transforms into a moan as he slips the head of his cock into you.

"Oh fuck-" Jimin wastes no time in sliding in until he is seated fully inside of you. Your walls pulse around him and you can feel drool pooling in your mouth. He takes a handful of each of your asscheeks and pulls your body against his own, a little experiment to see just how greedy your pussy is for him.

An obscene squelch sounds between your bodies and it only spurs Jimin into further action.

"Fucking perfect little ass and pussy swallowing me up." Jimin moves impossibly fast, taking care to sheath his entire cock inside of you hard before pulling out. Your finger nails rake through the comforter as the waves of pleasure ripple through you. Jimin's body encases your own, trapping you under the strength of his muscles and heat of his sweaty skin. With his chest pressed to your back, his cock drives into you at a brand new angle that makes your toes curl with delight. Jimin's sinful lips find a home at the juncture of your neck and he seems more than happy to decorate you with hickeys to match the one on your ass. The addicting drag of his cock pairs with the tickling cold of his lip ring each time his mouth lands on you, and the sensory overload has your stomach clenching.

You have completely lost control of your mouth and allowed the animalistic sector of your brain to take over as Jimin fucks you stupid. His own incoherent grunts vibrate against your neck in fragments. "Pretty...good little slut...fuck..."

Your eyes roll as he slows his thrusts, aiming for the perfect spot that makes your legs jelly. It only takes him a few moments to find it, and the world quickly becomes washed with tears.

You hiccup his name as he steadies a hand around your abdomen, sneakily playing with your clit.

"You gonna come for me, Y/N? Get my cock all nice and wet just like you're supposed to?" He braces his unoccupied hand overtop of you, clutching the headboard with flexing muscles. His presence is suffocating in the best possible way and you feel like you're drowning in Jimin.

"Such a perfect little pussy. So hot and wet for me all the time." His voice wavers and his thumb catches your clit just right. A dark chuckle graces your senses just as you tip into oblivion.

Your entire body contracts and shivers under him as you cum, Jimin's hips driving you forward until you collapse into the comforter in a fit of cries. It feels like you come forever, leaking waves of arousal around Jimin as his hips slap against your own.

"Good job, baby. I-I'm gonna come, you feel so good." You whine and plead for him, ready for the electric feeling of him filling you with his cum. You're still feeling shaky when he comes, driving his hips as far forward as possible as he fills you. Beautiful airy moans leave him as he grinds against you, relishing in the sloppy warmth of your mixed cum.

His hips slow their movement but his mouth never ceases, spilling praise and planting kisses along your back until he's spent. When he pulls out you instantly feel empty, whining as his cum slides out with him. Both of you are too spent to do anything about it, but Jimin watches with hooded eyes from beside you as it leaks onto the comforter. It's scary how suddenly the sleepiness hits you, and you reach near blindly for the man next to you.

You must look exhausted because he coos and pecks a kiss over your nose. "You can sleep here." You giggle and crack your eyes open and find him so close that you can see the irregularities of his teeth as he grins.

"Good, cause I'm not walkin' back to my room now. Even if I could walk, my clothes are ruined." His face flushes at the reminder of your debauchery. He licks his lips and your eyes catch on that damned lip ring again.

"You really will have to take that out for the games," you run your thumb across it again, obsessed with the feeling.

"I know," he whispers, and then his lips are ghosting over your own for permission. This kiss is nothing like the one you shared at the top of the night. It's gentle and slow and punctuated with a deep connection that runs years deep. Despite how much you had done tonight, this kiss feels the most intimate of all.

No more words need to be exchanged as he helps you sit up and walks you to the bathroom with some pajamas from his bag. He patiently waits outside as you pee-both of you agreeing that you weren't quite ready to be that available with one another- and he lends you a bit of his face wash in earnest.

The comforter is stripped from the bed by the time you're back, and he's pulled the extra pillows from the linen closet to accommodate for you. You shuffle under the sheets and are happy to find them just as silky as your own were. Jimin slips in next to you, fully clothed again, and promptly kills the bedside lamp.

Sleepiness overtakes you almost instantly then, and it's so dark that you rely on the pattern of his breath to gauge if Jimin is still awake.

"I'm sorry if I made things weird for all that time, I- I was just scared that I would say the wrong thing." You speak to the surrounding darkness, and for a minute you think that maybe you missed the short window of opportunity. But then Jimin gives a thoughtful hum, shuffling so that he can tuck your body against his chest. His response is muffled by your hair.

"It's okay. We were young and stupid last time. I hope you'll let us try again." Your heart swells and you hum in affirmation and snuggle back against him. "Tomorrow?" You offer, the hazy edge of sleep just seconds away.

"Tomorrow." Jimin agrees before your consciousness drops easily into dreamland.

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alessiathepirate · 1 year

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Resident Evil 4

NIGHT TERRORS: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: Waking up from a nightmare and feeling afraid isn't easy get through - unless you have someone who can comfort you.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish is horrible, so I apologize if something isn't written the way it should be written or if the word is used in the wrong context.

Warnings: swearing, references to PTSD, hurt/comfort

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Her eyes snapped open as she sat up quickly, almost rolling of the bed while doing so. Her forehead was shining from drops of sweat, her legs were shaking from fear. With her heart pounding faster than usual she looked around the still dark room and when she recognized it as her own, she tried her best to calm down and settle her heartbeat and breathing back to normal.

Nightmares like this weren't anything new, she got used to it by now, but it didn't mean they got less scary or uncomfortable. She woke up like this many times, late at night or at dawn finding herself unable to go back to sleep.

She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugged them and rested her head on her knees. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

Ever since Spain the nightmares became worse and worse. She was already a mess during the night before the events there, but now it sometimes became unbearable. Too many horrible events accured in Spain while looking for Ashley Graham with Leon. Too many close calls, too many wounds that scarred. Too many accidents involving almost loosing a loved one.

The last one was the worst and with that was the main plot of her night terrors. She often envied the people who can forget these kind of things easily, the people who can let go. She can't.

" 'Everything all right, cariño?" the voice sounded sleepy, but was gentle regardless. Her heart jumped at the sudden noise as it broke the silence, but immediately settled back down when she recognized who it belonged to.

"Yeah, it was just a nightmare."

Sometimes it was still weird, knowing she's not alone and knowing she isn't sleeping alone in her bed. It was also comforting, really comforting - especially when the person she was dreaming about, the person she lost in her dream started to draw gentle circles into her back, then into her shoulder blades.

She heard movements and then felt a presence next to her. Luis sat up and put his right arm around her, using the other to make her look at him while also being as tender as possible. She looked at him, examined all of his features and gestures, trying to memorize the way his lips are moving and the way his eyes are shining.

He was all right, he was next to her and they were far-far away from Spain.

"Do you want to talk about it, querida?"

She hid her face in his neck and closed her eyes, enjoying the way he feels and the way he smells. It felt nice - having someone for comfort like this, a lover who hugs her and talks to her softly.

"I dreamt that I lost you." she said quickly, wanting to get the sentence out as fast as possible to get through the pain it brought. "I don't want to loose you."

"You didn't loose me, cariño, I'm here thanks to you. I owe you my life." his grip on her tightened and she pressed a kiss to his neck.

"You helped me get the damned plaga out of me and the others. We are even."

He brushed some hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you want to get back to sleep?"

"I just wanna lay down with you." she started, then quickly added: "Please, corazón?"

He let out a small laugh before lying down with her, making sure she was as close to him as possible.

"Your Spanish improved."

"Yeah, it had to improve. I didn't understand half the things you called me."

"I can always translate it to you if you ask."

She just chuckled. "Yeah, the last time I asked what something meant you lied to me."

They left it at that and just laid there close to the other. She rested her head on Luis's chest while she caressed his shoulder. Meanwhile, he continued to draw patterns into her skin where her shirt didn't cover her back.

Her uneven breathing finally settled down and the only reason her heart was beating faster than it should, was the fact that Luis was the one lying next to her. It was nice to experience how tamed and actually romantic he could be when he was with her. Sure, his flirting was still there sometimes and the pet names he called her were getting out of hand, but now she wasn't just a señorita.

Her hand touched the scar on his chest, what got there when the plaga was removed. She loved that scar, even if it brought back some unwanted memories. The scar meant that without Luis she and her companions would've never got out of Spain alive. It meant that he was a good guy even if he acted like the man her mother warned her about. To Hell with her warning, nothing in the world will take this man away from her.

The scar also made her remember that he has another one on his back. It's still a darker shade of red and it'll never heal perfectly. The wound was way too deep for it to look like a tiny cut. That damn scar was the reason she had nightmares about loosing him. That was the reason why she was afraid to look at the other side of the bed in the morning, afraid that she'll see no one, afraid that she'll have to realize Luis is dead.

Sometimes she thought about what would've happened if she wasn't there with them - with Luis and Leon - that day. The knife Krauser threw made a nasty wound and when he pulled the piece of metal out, her lover was very close to dying - either from blood loss or from pain. She didn't even dare to think about it.

She climbed closer to Luis and hugged him tighter. She shouldn't think about 'what if's. To put and end to her train of thought, she kissed the scar he had on his chest.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"For what?"

"For being here with me."

"You should say a thank you for yourself as well, querida. You were a real nice doctor."

"Yeah, I managed to keep the ladies' man alive."

"I was only your man long before that."

"Yes, you were." she said with a small, happy smile, not even trying to hide it from him. "I was probably the only woman your flirting was working on." she teased.

"I achieved my goal, it seems."

Her cheeks became a lighter shade of pink, the thoughts about 'what if's long forgotten. He succedded in comforting her and making her forget about the fear she felt after she woke up.

She leaned up to give him a kiss, doing her best to put an honest thank you and I love you into it. Then she closed her eyes and let the soft patterns, what he was still drawing into her skin, put her back to sleep, this time being a hundred percent sure he'll be next to her when she wakes up.

#resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #luis sera #luis sera x reader #luis sera x fem!reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #ashley graham #hurt/comfort #fluff #resident evil #resident evil x reader #luis serra #luis serra x reader #luis serra x fem!reader

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lovifie · 2 months

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A little update for everybody for my current and future updates 🩷: (please read it ❤️)

Her Royal Highness: Hiatus. Trust me, I am the saddest about it. It is the first thing I wrote and what made me want to start the blog, but I have kind of lost the vision I had for it and I can't write anything without hating it. Don't worry too much about it because I am really dramatic and might just keep it going on a month 🩷.

Lift me off my feet: Around 4 chapters left. It would make it a 13 chapter series, taking in consideration I started because of a fanart I'm quite impressed with. Still, the little plot that it has is starting to run out and I feel like it is just unnecessarily stretching it, especially since there are other series I want to work on and I can't until this one is finished. I wanted to ask, would you rather have me finish this one “fast” or alternate it with other posts? Fast would be as in focusing on writing only this fic until I finished, and I believe I could have it done next week most likely.

Switch Bodies: Plot wise, around 2 chapters. After that, it would just be random scenarios that I would think of or that you could want me to write. Still, this one doesn't really have a schedule as it is mostly jokes so I can't tell when I'll update.

Spidey: This one will have a slower than usual post schedule since it is going to be interactive and I'll need to leave time between chapters to let everyone vote their favorites. So I'll be a bit more relaxed rhythm of updates.

Poll Fic: Whichever wins the poll (I can't see the results until Monday unless I vote and I'm edging myself like a moron), I won't probably write anything until I finish Lift Me Off My Feet, plus I want to organize a bit the plot so the thing that happens with Her Royal Highness doesn't happens again and I have something to support myself on to finish it. So I'll be a bit of time still.

Those are the series, I'm also working on oneshots and just silly stuff that genuinely I'll post randomly.

Aswell, I wanted to let people know that the on taglist form I removed the option to choose on which fic to me tagged because I was getting everyone mixed and it was becoming too chaotic so now there will be one single taglist. I hope you guys don't mind too much and thank you for understanding. If you would prefer me to remove you from it you can also tell me on the taglist form without a problem. 🩷🩷

There are going to be a couple of days without updates because I'm going to work on tidying everything up a bit so it is easier to navigate the blog. And I'm also going to slow down a bit as well, because I don't understand why I have pressured myself into uploading as soon as possible to the point I'm burning myself out instead of enjoying writing like I should.

That being said, I'm done rambling and complaining. I'd love any kind of feedback, as comments, asks or DM, I always love to read you guys opinion and ideas so feel free to do so ❤️❤️

Sorry for the disappointment of this not being an update let me know what you would rather have happening on the Lift me off my feet fic 🩷

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arandomaewblog · 5 months

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this is my first time posting anything in the AEW fandom so please be nice! this is also just me trying to not lose my mind while being around my family for the next three days so if it's not good I blame it on that

basically this is a situation in which you've been friends with the AEW roster for so long that even though you're not a wrestler yourself you still get invited to hang out with them or whatever; I'm trying really hard not to overthink the plot because if I do that I'm never gonna write anything so just like take it with a grain of salt and tilt your head and squint or whatever

I'm rambling so here's you and Hook making out in a closet. enjoy.

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"Name of the game is Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

Everyone in the room groans.

"Stop trying to get everyone to make out, Max!" Bowens shouts, but Max ignores him.

"It's not me!" he swears, holding his hands up in front of himself defensively. "It's all up to the bottle!" Max gestures to the empty Tito's bottle in the middle of the table. Bowens just rolls his eyes and lets it happen.

You start by just watching everyone else play - some of the pairings are ridiculous and would probably be do-overs if Max wasn't in charge, but he is, so there are no do-overs. Whoever the bottle lands on is who it lands on. No exceptions.

It's fine and fun and you're having a great time until it's your turn and the bottle ends up pointing at the guy you've had a crush on for months but haven't really spoken to all that much because he keeps to himself most of the time: Hook.

"Shit," you say to yourself, knowing nobody else in the room could have possibly heard it because Max is YELLING, all but shoving you and Hook into the closet himself. (Well, he tries guiding Hook, but Hook snatches his arm away and turns to face Max so fast that Max immediately takes his hand off and backs up a couple steps.) You open the door and step in, thankful that it's more of a walk-in closet situation so you have more room to back up and let Hook in after you. The doors must have some sort of soundproofing on them, or just be really thick, because when the door closes behind him, it's almost completely silent. You don't know what to do, mostly because being this close to the man you've been crushing on for months is...overwhelming, to say the least.

"So, uh..." Hook starts, his voice softer than you were anticipating, "what do you wanna do?" He looks up at you, hood still up and hair all in his face like normal, and fuck so handsome.

Not freak out and make you think I'm a weirdo, you think, but say something completely different and totally unexpected, even to yourself: "Can I say something?"

He nods.

You take a deep breath. "I know we don't know each other that well because we never really talk but I've had the biggest crush on you for months now and I don't know if you're that kind of guy, we can definitely talk about it later if you want, but all I want right now is for you to grab my face and kiss me until neither of us can breathe and I forget about all the people out there."

It's dark in the closet, so you have no idea what expression Hook has on his face right now, but he doesn't say anything right away. You're about to backtrack when he speaks.

"Too many people for you, too?"

His answer catches you by surprise, but it makes sense that he'd also be overwhelmed by it all. "Yeah," you say, softly, and you gasp when he steps into your space, your faces so close but still so far away.

"You wanna forget about 'em?" he asks, softly taking hold of your chin and tilting your head to look at him. All you can do is nod and try not to buckle at the knees when he cups your jaw and moves in closer.

"Let me help."

Thinking back on it later, you were expecting him to kiss like he fights: methodical, calculating, always three steps ahead of his competitor - but it's the exact opposite. He's methodical and almost cautious, yeah, but there's an uncertainty in the way he leans in, a small gasp of surprise when his lips finally meet yours, something that feels like relief when you start kissing him back.

Honestly? It's better than you'd imagined, and boy have you imagined it a lot. His lips are soft, his hands gentle, one holding your jaw and the other slipping around to your lower back. It starts as little individual kisses, and you'd be cool if it stayed that way for the whole time but something happens that makes you gasp, which leads to Hook softly biting into your bottom lip, and at that point all bets are off. The mild sting makes you groan, which makes Hook chuckle, a rumble deep in his chest like he's amused.

"Oh, you like that?" he asks teasingly, and again, all you can do is nod.

#I wanted to write something and I had an idea and it left my brain SO FAST so this is what I remember of my original Thought #hello it is January and I wrote this on Thanksgiving and immediately forgot about it #mental illness is fun because it makes things just........disappear from my mind sometimes #anyway #my writing #aew fic #hook fic #aew fanfiction #I just want Hook to kiss me in a closet is that too much to ask?#I'm nervous to post this but here we are

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gravityglitch-blog · 7 days

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The Amazing Digital Circus, as seen by a Murder Drones fan

("Candy Carrier Chaos" inspired me to write this. Fair warning, it's a long one. Potential spoilers ahead)

I stumbled into the indie animation scene on YouTube by accident. It was like finding hidden treasure. I have no hate for the big-name studios, but everything I'd been seeing up until then seemed...homogenized...over-processed, somehow? It's hard to describe. Like eating fast food when you want a home cooked meal.

Now here were stories that were all wonderfully different, in subject matter and style. I started with "Lackadaisy", which was so beautiful, it left me stunned.

(The only reason you don't see more Lackadaisy fanart from me is because it's difficult drawing cats. I'm practicing, though.)

A few more clicks brought me to "Murder Drones", and it was love at first sight.

I connected to Uzi's character within her first minutes on-screen. Despite the dark tone of the story, I still hold out hope for a good ending.

Then I started seeing teasers for a new series, "The Amazing Digital Circus".

The art style and bright colors weren't my usual speed, but I decided to check it out anyway.

Personal confession, "Digital Circus" scares me more than "Murder Drones". While "Murder Drones" wears its horror inspirations on its sleeve, to me, it's more the "cool" kind of horror that I would scribble on my notebooks between classes.

Vampires, monsters, battling the forces of darkness while jamming to nightcore, you get the idea.

I have legitimately had nightmares that look like the "Digital Circus". Strange worlds of twisted colors and shapes, people I don't know, doors and staircases that lead nowhere.

All that said, I did enjoy the pilot, I found the setup and the characters interesting, and wanted to see more.

Side note, I know the studio sometimes seems to favor "Digital Circus", and it causes some resentment between the fandoms.

For myself, I see our fandoms as siblings. Let us watch our faves (hopefully) triumph over the horrors together.

This brings me to "Candy Carrier Chaos".

It happened to debut on one of my bad days, when I was feeling down, to put it mildly.

Like I didn't matter. Like no one would notice or remember me if I were gone.

And so that opening scene of Pomni's nightmare hit me like a punch in the gut.

I won't go into the episode's plot too much, as I'm sure others here have already done that and better than I ever could. The whole reason I'm writing this is because of that ending.

The members of the Circus take the time and care to remember the friend they lost in the pilot, apparently the latest of many.

They all feel the pain of loss, of being trapped in this strange world. But they still have each other. For now, at least.

The look on Pomni's face when she realizes she's not alone. When her vision replays, it has changed.

Now, there are helping hands to take hold of her. To pull her back up out of the darkness.

I honestly became a little teary-eyed at that scene. It got me thinking, "maybe the bad days are liars. Maybe I would be missed, after all."

The power of storytelling through animation. With all my heart, I hope this medium continues to grow and flourish. To any aspiring animators and artists out there, this random Tumblr person asks, please don't give up the dream. There are people out there that need to hear your stories.

In the meantime, Pomni remains where she is...and so do I. Thank you so much if you've read this whole thing. I really appreciate it.

#the amazing digital circus #murder drones #lackadaisy #fandom thoughts #indie animation #long may it shine #tracy j butler #liam vickers animation #gooseworx #thank you for sending your stories out into the world

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sleepymccoy · 3 months

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Still thinking about a Star trek TOS Firefly au. So I'm gonna have fun writing it out.

I love the dynamic between Mal, Zoe, and Wash, so that's certainly becoming the triumvirate. Mal > Jim, Zoe > Spock, Wash > Bones. However Wash's job doesn't make sense for Bones so he's going to change to doctor.

Jim was on Tarsus 4 and suffered the same as in canon, famine leads to who lives lottery and he wasn't chosen but survived anyway. I think that makes perfect sense in the Firefly universe too, but I think unlike in trek Kodos is celebrated by the federation in Firefly for making tough choices and leading in a strong way. So he's not on the run, he's a constant background side threat who's still in power. The face of the federation in this version, but not the head of it. You feel me

After Tarsus, Jim and Bones met and became mates. I think Bones moved to a big fancy planet for his wife and child after a bit. In the meant time, we have Spock!

This got massive, have a readmore

Spock is the result of eugenic experiments (there's no aliens in Firefly 😢) like the serenity thing that the og story is about (but generational eugenics not brain poking)(because I want there to be many others, just also in hiding and with their own political factions and opinions) but his resulted in Vulcan-like stuff. I think he's still got the pointy ears and has excessively strong emotions that he's learnt to hide completely cos he was raised in a medical facility by cold scientists instead of parents and love. There's schools of thought about them, some want to integrate, some want them exterminated, some want them to form their own society. The federation stance is these eugenic things don't exist and if you see one kill it because it officially doesn't exist. So Spock is forced into hiding and hasn't really had a chance to form his broader opinion, cos it's academic anyway. They're all hiding now.

So, Spock's escaped (more on that later) and in hiding. He meets Jim and they click, probably meeting in some silly battle. I reckon Spock has ways to get away from the feds that Jim wants to learn, so Jim pushes for them to team up. They spend some time together either on someone else's ship or on a smaller ship just them two.

After a while that comes to an end and they put together a crew and buy a ship together. They hire Sulu and Chekhov who are a criminal team who need to get off this rock very fast please. Chekhov can fly wonderfully and has enough engineering knowledge that they're like hey we maybe don't need someone in the engine room!

Sulu is a jack of all trades. It takes a few months for them to realise how useful he is, he always has a skill they need and always knows someone who'll play as a contact. Absolutely invaluable.

Eventually the engine breaks beyond Chekhov's skill to fix and they've all heard of Scotty. Everyone knows about Scotty. I think this would make a good episode one.

They work Sulu's contacts and find Scotty who is, lo and behold, having a drink with his mate disgraced Doctor McCoy. Spock, immediate dislike, this guy is a doctor. Jim, holy shit! Bones! Why the fuck aren't you emailing me back!?

Turns out Bones has gotten divorced and threw a bit of a fit in a hospital and can't work on a core planet anymore. He agrees to join the crew and Scotty has some issue that forms most of the episode plot and joins too cos hey, crims gotta keep moving

The ep ends with meeting Uhura, who manages a lot of the residual resistance movement's comms. She's the most political of the bunch, but Jim is absolutely in agreement and so chuffed to meet her even tho he's never been too war-y before. Scotty and Sulu already know her. She takes a kind of Inara role on the ship, but she's not companioning, she's boosted the comms in the shuttle and is continuing this work. It's great for her cos she gets to move around and be hard to catch, and it's great for the ship cos it gives them access to loads of underground people who aren't the hated federation

I also think she helped Spock break out back in the day. I'm not sure if she was part of it and they've met, or if she helped run things so she knows Spock but he doesn't know her. She's gonna be their reason for getting accidentally involved in larger things in the story and why they get more altruistic with their jobs. Spock also pulls them into some of the eugenic stuff

I reckon episode two needs some Spock eugenic stuff to happen so that Bones can solidify himself as on team Spock in action even if he has a go at Spock. Cos everyone else follows Jim's orders and Jim is team Spock, so I think Bones needs a chance to prove it. To great danger to himself ofc.

Repeat characters (like in Firefly they have Badger and Saffron who rock up as major non crew characters) are Chapel and Rand. I think Chapel is still on a core planet as a nurse. I would have her join the crew in season two, to look for her missing husband. But in season one she can be an insider informant for the hospital heist episode, which they do mainly for the medical equipment cos Bones has like nothing to treat people with. And maybe Spock has some additional medical needs that Bones needs to learn (Spock hates this)

Rand is like a bit of Saffron energy but less totally untrustworthy. I think she works them for her benefit but in a way where when they meet again they're like hey Janice you're not allowed on the ship but it's great to see you! Like, maybe she hijacks them to get her somewhere or stows away super inconveniently. Or maybe she just steals from them old school style and has a very all's fair in love and war vibe about it. She just doesn't hold any resentment, so it's hard to resent her

If I were to cast this show I'd cast Bones and Jim and women because I think it needs more women, might as well put them in positions of power, and honestly I think Spock's character with the emotional repression and all would change being cast as a woman whereas the others wouldn't. Spock's character in this is gonna be playing into stereotypes and expectation to stay in hiding, and those change as a woman

I've definitely got less tension on board than Firefly. There's no Jayne equivalent making life hard for everyone, but you could write an arc in for Chekhov like that if you wanted to. He could go from disliking the danger Spock and Uhura bring to absolutely admiring them over like two seasons. Could be interesting, but it's not got much to do with trek really

There's no shipboard romance here either. There could be something cool in the Scotty/Uhura that happened later in trek canon. Maybe they've got romantic history, so when she joins the ship there's tension and they just fall into bed together pretty quickly. But I'd only put that in if it added something else to the story, which it might! I'm not actually writing, I'm brainstorming

And similar to what the did in Firefly I think Spock/Bones makes the most sense. Cos we don't need proof that Spock and Jim understand each other, they're captain and first officer. They have each other's back absolutely. And similarly with Jim and Bones, they'd have old loyalty and friendship to draw on. And I think they also just obviously get along. But Spock and Bones could do with some plot prodding along, so I'd do something like the Simon/Kaylee romance where there's tension and clear desire but they're bad at making it happen. There's too much in the way. But it adds reason for Bones to have Spock's back (cos we're coming at at the start of their friendship, not years into their five years mission) and you can occasionally see Spock relaxing the emotional wall with someone other than Jim as he develops more serious a crush

I want to see! The Niska episode where Jim and Spock get nicked and tortured, and Bones goes in to trade for them back. He can only afford one but true to the Empath ep he just trades himself and volunteers for the torture.

I also want to see a Jaynestown style ep where Scotty or Sulu are the hero. I think probably Scotty. He'd be easy to write as selfish in a he only cares about tech kinda way and then to find that he accidentally did this would be funny. He also likes to keep a low profile generally so it's extra hilarious

Hospital heist ep, with Chapel cameo. I don't think anyone's handing Spock over to the feds, but maybe they get caught and Chekhov tries to trade Spock for their freedom? Not in a pre planned malicious, but more that he just doesn't prioritise Spock's safety over everyone else's. He sees it as a last ditch leverage effort, for the greater good. Could be good drama

Saffron style ep with Rand but she steals from them. I do think that's hilarious, showing them be the mark. And I'd let her win, leave them stranded without whatever thing it is she fleeced and having to find a new magical tech engine bit. But hey she left some booze as an apology and made out with Jim so it's not too bad

I really like Firefly

#star trek #star trek tos #firefly #uhotty #spones

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tempenensis · 8 months

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I know you don't usually weigh in on non-canon content, but I've seen a lot of people say 236 was a bad ending, or like gege joked, that things are moving too fast or he's missed a chapter (or 20, I'm personally annoyed that we jumped from Nov to Dec 24, I know gege wants the manga to end for some reason, but those three weeks of training/preparation would have been a great time to let us get re-invested in the student characters since the culling game arc felt like it was missing so much)

Do you have any feeling for what could have been a better way to end things, if indeed things are ended, for Gojou Satoru? Or do you agree that things have been moving too fast?

Sorry for this and please feel free not to answer if this is not the kind of question you want to entertain, I am just curious if you have an opinion you're willing to share since I feel you have a very good grasp of the jjk's plot and themes! I trained as a literature major, so my interest is always in whether character consistency is maintained and what a story is saying and whether that message is carried successfully or not and what that might mean for us as readers. I'm personally still on the fence about this particular twist because I'm trying to withhold judgement of the piece until we actually see it as a whole, but I am starting to feel that the narrative started to unravel a bit after Shibuya, like somehow we didn't see a lot of the characters to their full potential (like Nobara T.T my baby Nobara). Maybe this is just part of gege's notorious fast pace.

Some of this I believe is due to JJK's titular meaning of the issue of curses and what they represent being an "endless battle" but there's only so many times one can show hopelessness and loss I think before it becomes almost redundant. We actually haven't seen that many on-screen sorcerer deaths, but somehow it's been two of the most popular adult characters so far, and only direct mentors, which is a frequent trope of the hero's journey in western literature. I think that even though I really wish it hadn't happened, Nanami's ending made a lot of sense. Power-wise, Gojo's current death also makes sense, and he's not the kind of character who instantly changes his mind or learns something in his heart from a single experience, but I think it feels somewhat frustrating from my point of view because despite the bodhisattva imagery, he had more to learn as a living person, rather than continuing to believe he was like a flower and maybe no one had the right to ask him to understand. I don't know, it's just a bit frustrating for me because I think it feels character consistent (which I think gege tends to be pretty good at) but somehow incomplete too.

Again my apologies for the long ask, you're always the one I wish I could sit down and have a conversation about these things with!

-raindrop anon

Hi, raindrop anon,. Good to see you again.

First of all, I don't really think Gojou's death is particularly bad, but yeah, as you said, there might be something leaves to be desired in the plot - if jjk is a traditional shonen manga, that is. But jjk is different, which is also the reason for its popularity. I feel that jjk storytelling has always been fast-paced, and one thing that Akutami-sensei does really well is to stick to the main points that he wants to tell with his manga. The last time we have a non-serious non-battle chapter was probably chapter 64 lol - but at the same time, this also shows how jjk departs from the traditional shonen jump manga custom where the mangaka tends to drag the story to make the manga runs longer. Gege on the other hand, seems adamant to want to end the story sooner than later (if his last estimation is to be believed, only a few months left for jjk).

I don't actually have a strong feeling of how gege should end thing with Gojou, but it's been a habit of him to get to the.. shocking side of things; we see this with Gojou getting sealed back in Shibuya. Nanami's death. Then we see the Culling game, and Tengen getting killed. And lastly for Gojou to die. The longstanding status quo is going to be changed eventually. And the next one with status quo is already targeted; Sukuna himself.

As I follow this manga, "things moving too fast" has always been the opinion I saw a lot discussed here in my askbox for many, many developments in the manga. And this is more of a personal preference, but I actually like the fast-get-to-the-point-storytelling that Gege uses with jjk, exactly because how it breaks away from traditional jump manga. I feel that this fast pace is just how gege do his storytelling since the beginning lol

tldr is all I can say is jjk has always been different and fast-paced, gege is unpredictable, and I'm in the opinion that Gojou's death does make sense, unfortunately :')

#le-ask #jjk #jjk manga spoilers #jjk236 #gojou satoru

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Two of a Kind (Double!Felix x OFC)

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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.

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“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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Law & Robin analysis: Punk Hazard

I finally have some free time to re-read punk hazard and write my analysis. (have been busy with life in general :/) Someone on twitter asked me to write a chronology of lawbin's relationship, so I will just do it arc by arc.

Again, if you don't like lawbin, just don't read it. Please be civilize and respect each other.

As usual, I blab a lot in my analysis so just skimming if you want to. I will use purple to indicate my delulu thoughts.

~LAWBIN STRANGER PHASE~

Chapter 503: Law & Robin first met

When I read this chapter or even when I watching punk hazard for the first time, I didn't really associate Law and Robin together. I just think they are both really cool and rational. But after I ship them, as I re-reading these chapters, my only thought is - they are really similar in so many ways.

The first time law appeared in front of luffy resemble Robin first appearance on going merry so much. I mean did you see their aura?! did you see the both cross their leg?! did you see them saying "we are bad ass" on their face?! did you see they are both wearing their signature hat?! Bepo is even doing Robin's pose (face resting on their hand) They are both so cool T-T

If I'm Law here, seeing Robin falling from the sky like an angel, I will 100% falling for her. Plus, she's the only person from straw hats recognize him. He probably recognize Robin right away too he just didn't say it because straw hats got famous after Eneis Lobby. And Robin is the devil child for 20 years, so he probably already know her and her background. Maybe he alliance with straw hats, just to get closer with Robin (jk)

Let's fast forward to Punk Hazard! Chapter 663: Reunion two years later

Tashigi probably asked herself: What's wrong with this couple?! Why they need to threaten me like that?! LOL Again, they are really similar when the marine gets in their way. Show no mercy. Reading this makes me feel like Law (Sabaody -> Punk Hazard) = Robin (Alabasta).

Law also saves Luffy in Marineford like Robin did in Alabasta, it also happends before they join or alliance with Luffy. They both save Luffy because he's a D. (I just assume, they both said something about D after saving Luffy).

I always think did Oda make them similar on purpose? I think Oda didn't make them similar on purpose before Dressrosa. He probably just reusing some of the plots but accidentally make them so compatible together. Why would I think that? one of the reasons is there are so many Franky x Robin moments in Punk Hazard. If the source I read is correct, Law and Robin get popular during and after Dressrosa and I think that's the reason why there are more lawbin interactions later on. Not that I think Oda really care popular opinion, it's more like why not since they are so similar?! just my opinion tho.

I blab a lot again, I will show more moments later on about Law Punk Hazard vs. Robin Alabasta!

Once they met again, Robin is again the first one know his name and know he became a warlord. She also probably read the news that how he became a warlord. Hence, that's why she is worried when Luffy alliance with him. But as time passed, she definitely changed her perspective on Law gradually. As you see here, she is still very cautious about him. But once she learned that he healed Luffy, she surprised, a pirate treated another pirate without purpose?! maybe in Robin's mind, Law isn't a really bad pirate to her anymore.

Chapter 668: Alliance

Robin looked super worried here. Although maybe Law isn't a really bad pirate to Robin, she probably thinks he is still a very dangerous pirate that's why she warned Luffy about him. It's kind of funny to me though, she just says it in front of him, screaming "I don't trust you bro" lol Luffy is even funnier - "Are you gonna betray me?" "No" Ok we good haha To be honest, I'm not against with the Luffy and Robin are siblings theory because they are really similar in some way. Anyways, Robin still trust Luffy no matter what, so I think from this moment, she is also trying to trust Law like Luffy did. This scene also reminds me so much when Robin joins the crew. The crew is very cautious and Luffy just said "She isn't a bad guy" - The coincidence LOL. Ok I changed my mind maybe Oda made them similar on purpose. Law & Robin also are the ones who initiated a relationship with Luffy. And it happens rarely to Luffy since he is always the one who picks his crew. And Robin is the only straw hats who asked to join the crew and not Luffy asking her.

~LAWBIN ALLIANCE PHASE~

Chapter 668: Alliance Starts!

Law and chopper moment and mammy Robin didn't against with it haha. She is giving me the *Please take my son carefully* vibe and Law *panics*.

From here, Law and Robin starting to show their similarities in personality and experience wise. They both paid a lot of attention to what the world government do and both very analytical. One of the optwt accounts also comment about lawbin “it’s not about how many scenes they are together, it’s mainly about what they have in common” which I agree a lot!

Chapter 669 ~ 677: Same cage as Alabasta

Again - angel fallen from heaven?! How can you not fall for her?! Robin also told Luffy to be quiet about the kidnap, seems like she accepted their alliance and starting to follow Law's plan. From scale 1 - 100%, I would say Robin trusted Law 20% here.

Rare scene of Robin calling "Law" instead of "Tora-o". When I read this, I feel like Robin is impressed of Law's ability already. Feel like she always has been (in Wano too), it's definitely a handy ability for her in so many ways.

Robin and Luffy reminiscing Alabasta moment - one of the proof that Punk Hazard is so similar to Alabasta even they said so haha. If that's the case, I think Oda really make Law so similar to Robin on purpose (scratch the part I said earlier). Even their clothes are similar in some way. Robin's jacket is leopard pattern which is similar to Law's hat, jacket and jeans pattern. Also, Law's animal resemblances are spotted seal and snow leopard. (but this arc released before Law's animal revelation so probably just coincidence)

Law, I know this woman is really pretty, you don't need to keep looking at her. (jk I think he's looking at franky haha)

And Law cares about Chopper even they just met T-T he used his power to throw a paper to Chopper and remind him to not risk himself. Seriously, who the hell say he is mean to chopper? (i'm gonna have my rage again)

Chapter 694 ~ 696: Party

This scene really reminds me of Robin a lot haha saying scary things in a clam manner. If I really need to pick a difference, Law dark thoughts are more logical though, he is just stating the fact. Robin dark thoughts are more creative haha.

Law this moment also reminds me of skypeia Robin - when she suggests Luffy to be careful but of course turns out he didn't listen to them anyways. and Law & Robin panic hahaha.

That's why Punk Hazard Law is basically Alabasta Robin + when Robin trying to blend in with the straw hats. He is still trying to learn how Luffy acts and building trust between them just like what Robin did back then.

That's the end for Punk Hazard! I thought it would be shorter because they only have a few moments but yea I blab a lot LOL In conclusion, I would say Law and Robin is still in Stranger -> Ally phase. Robin and Law barely trust each other in this arc. But I think during this arc, they found out their personality and thoughts are similar. Hence, that's lead to the huge development of their relationship in the next arc. At least, Robin saw Law did what he plans, helped them save the kids even he didn't need to and didn't betray them after they caught Ceaser. She definitely started trusting him more, maybe 40%? haha

I definitely need a bit time to re-read Dressrosa. So the next analysis probably take some time! anyways, thanks for reading again!! always feel free to let me know your thoughts <3

#trafalgar law #nico robin #law #robin #punk hazard #one piece #lawbin

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Ask Comp 25/8

Aw, thank you! Sometimes I actually think I overdo it a little - that my dives are a little too deep. This is how I consume media IRL, though, so if nothing else, it's authentic.

The Battlefield is definitely growing. The spatial warping makes it hard to measure how much it's growing, so it could definitely be exponential, especially if we keep adding higher dimensions.

As for how Jack matches up against Bec - Jack is definitely smarter, but he's also a lot more vulnerable, since losing the Ring will render him powerless. He'd have to be incredibly careful in a fight, especially against someone just as fast as he is.

I still think Bec has the edge, but his victory is far from guaranteed. I totally understand why Jade wouldn't want to risk it.

Imagine what Eridan would have said to a 'lowly greenblood' like Jade.

Yeah, there's no way trolls have therapy.

I hate to say it, but the Alternian version of therapy is probably moirallegiance. You're supposed to rely on this one person to keep you emotionally stable - and if you're not outgoing or charismatic enough to find a moirail, you don't even have that.

Of course, this system has nothing in common with the relationship dynamics of any culture on Earth. We really dodged a bullet there!

Gamzee really leans into the 'court jester' aspect of being a bard. He doesn't take anything seriously, nor is he expected to do so - he's just off to the side, dancing.

Yeah, my prediction is that Vriska is going to use him.

If she can manipulate Tavros into trying to control Jack, she might actually be able to remove his Ring. I speculated that she might use some sort of cheat to gain an advantage in their fight, and I think we may have found it.

He casually controls Becsprite later on, so I don't think he needs their goals to align.

As for why Bec didn't try to save Jade - I think he knew instinctually that someone was going to make him save her, so he didn't need to do it manually. That's Alpha, baby!

I can't tell if I've reached the controversial part, to be honest. Was there discourse about whether Tavros had done anything wrong?

Personally, I think it's hard to argue that he didn't, but other characters have done much worse - and in much more ambiguous scenarios, too.

Lord English is coming, send help plz

Thank you! It's kind of funny actually - I know that Homestuck's irregular update schedule used to drive people mad, but I'm reading it at a similar pace, with similar irregularities, and it really has been a chill experience on my end.

Maybe it's because I'm not participating in the fandom the way live readers were, and therefore, I'm not subject to the weapons-grade hiatus brain that Cat has war stories about.

Poor Kanaya - she really knows how to pick 'em. Rose is definitely less stressful to crush on than Vriska, though.

I recently saw this quote for the first time in a while. Excited to learn which of the comic's several thousand plot points it's referencing.

@spyril4132 asked: i have seen this in my youtube recommendations and must now share [s] descend but with silvagunner's high quality nuclear rip - YouTube

Legitimately amazing, and perfectly timed.

For anyone doesn't know about Silvagunner, please take a dip down this rabbit hole.

I do wonder how she's getting physical details about the Sun. Isn't it, like, fully outside of conventional reality?

Maybe the Sun is physically real, despite being in an unreal location. Technically, that's also the case with sessions.

I do like the 'music player' metaphor from an earlier ask. You don't necessarily have to use discs - a cassette player is also a good choice, or maybe an older variety of music box.

If you want to stretch the symbolism a little, your Time Player could wield something really kooky, like an iPod Nano, MIDI keyboard, or analog radio.

(Sally the Time Player would wield Rhythm Heaven for the Nintendo DS.)

It's been years since I've watched Primer, actually. I remember enjoying it, but I don't recall enough to give a proper review. Rewatch time!

Yeah, the rules for Captcha codes are all over the place. This example implies that they hold the general idea of an object, without any 'corruption' - but when John's Ghost Dad poster was defaced, its code did change.

The implication, I guess, is that defacing a poster counts as changing its nature, but spilling oil on a pogo ride does not. It's weird.

It is odd that it's marketed as a beta. Sburb and Sgrub seem almost identical, the latter's bifurcated session notwithstanding.

The human session failed, yes - but it failed due to manipulation, sabotage, and a generous helping of terrible luck. If Gamzee prototyped one of his clown posters, Jack's regicide could just as easily have happened in Sgrub.

All that said - when it comes to software development, I'd trust Sollux over Grandpa any day. If one of those games is more stable, it's Sgrub.

Alright, that one's actually pretty great lmao

#asks #full liveblog #act 5.2

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Only Bones

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Alastor x ReaderOC, Vox x ReaderOC, Future Lucifer x ReaderOC

Second Person POV, Change of POV, Slow burn (or fast burn - really moving through the plot quickly), please forgive the typos.

Warnings: Dark Themes: Altered state of consciousness, possessive behavior, mention of dv, non-con elements in the future, cannibalism and just things not being nice--it's Hell.

General Notes: Still not sure if Alastor will remain ace within the confines of my story. Also, operating under many assumptions for Season 2 so walk with me on this one.

Ch 2 Notes: I know nothing about TV production so I'm just winging most of this bit. Also Kudos to you if you know the song used on this chapter. Continuing with the breakneck pace bc otherwise I'd spend 5 more chapters setting shit up.

Chapter 2:

You're packaging the last bit of the pies into neat little boxes. These are smaller than the regular size you sell at the shop, they were a pain to cut but the buyer did offer to pay extra for the commission and well, how could you say no to that? They ordered every kind you had too, including the herb and cheese ones - had to pay Kory, the local smuggling succubus, extra to get the three different kinds of cheeses you needed.

The water with the devilfoot root comes to a boil, you hurry over to take it off the stove before the root disintegrates making the whole thing undrinkable. Pouring it on a separate container to sift the bits that did come off, you then add the crimson scarab from the jar of crimson scarabs Jo catches for you—and that should do it: Your very own calming remedy!

You close the old almanac gifted to you, placing it back into your tote bag to close shop too. Jo was long gone for to rest as instructed to be up for an early start tomorrow.

Covering yourself with your old worn shawl, you adjust your tote bag underneath to brave the elements for the short trip back home. This part of the city was usually quiet compared to others, but you could never be too careful. The dagger in your bag is always accessible if you needed it—and you had needed it before.

As you walk you’re already thinking of tomorrow, of the financial possibilities if the buyer likes the pies and they ask you to keep coming back. You might be able to reach your goal sooner than you think and though you know you shouldn't get too excited, a glimmer of hope still shines within you.

Your steps feel that much lighter over the filthy city concrete below.

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You hold on as Jo makes a sharp turn. “Are you sure you don’t want some of my tea? You seem nervous.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He replies. You know he's a bit of road demon but today he seems more on edge, he’s also way more chatty than usual. “So anyway, I told her she needed to get real for once and… “

You take a big gulp from your thermo letting him talk through his nervousness as VoxTek Tower comes closer. It was visible from the third floor of your apartment complex and it always seemed like such a distant aspect of life here in Pentagram City, so inconsequential to your own afterlife—but up front? You can literally feel the corporate presence sucking away your soul.

You’re directed towards the back once you pull up, and are given directions to the studio coordinator who made the order.

There’s chaos all around you when you pull up, huge props and costumes wheeled to and from. Groups of technicians with lights and camera in tow. People with phones and clipboards shouting orders. Your van and cart of pies oddly fit right along the organized mayhem.

“This is kinda cool.” Jo says hauling down one of the carts.

“Right?”

Both of you do your best to avoid running into anyone on your way to the elevators, which are thankfully big enough to accommodate the carts.

The 13th floor is just as busy as the ground floor, maybe even more. You attempt to follow the sign that reads: SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE WITH FYTOR when a horde of demons rushes past you.

“He’s here!” “Shit, do we have everything ready?” “If anything goes wrong, I … !”

Jo glances at you and you shrug until you see him.

Vox, the CEO and owner of the VoxTek Enterprise.

He made sure his image was unavoidable if you resided in any part of the Pride Ring, more so than any of the other Overlords if you were one to keep up to date.

“Wow.” Jo says.

And he’s right, the Overlord has so much more presence in person, towering over those crowding him.

“Woah there, no pictures, no pictures.” He says while fixing his coat, all long limbs and charisma. “I’m here on business, my valuable employees.”

“And so are we.” You remind Jo, who continues to gawk at the Overlord.

“I’ve seen two Overlords in less than a month, it must be a sign or something, Nuria.” He says, glancing back.

“I hope it's a sign for wealth.” You reply.

Soon you’re at the back of the set, speaking with Myrna, the bizarre horse-snake chimera mix. “This all of them?” She asks with the same thick southern accent you heard on the phone.

“Yes, ma’am, all hundred of them.” You answer. Jo is ready with receipt and pen. “Now if you could sign here just to verify our delivery.”

She ignores you as she grabs one of the pies, taking it out of its tiny box eating it all in one bite. You and Jo look at each other, unsure now if you’ll be paid. This wouldn’t be your first time, not because of the quality of the pies but because it was Hell and people were generally assholes, specially when it came to paying up sometimes.

“Oh Goodness Gracious!” She finally says, turning around to sign your form and grabbing another pie from the cart. You breathe easy again. “Set them over there, sugar.”

“A pleasure to do business with you!” You offer a smile and a handshake. “We hope we can continue catering your events!”

“Of course!” She responds already walking away ignoring your hand. You sigh, so much for networking.

You get busy anyway, moving some things around in the already lavish snack table to make room for your delivery Upon seeing who was visiting, the elaborate set up made sense. “I think we’re going to need another table.” You finally admit defeat after playing tray tetris, some stuff looked too expensive to touch.

“Let me see if I can find someone.” Jo offers.

And you’re left there to wait while he does that, that's what you liked about Jo an observant self-starter, you should look into increasing his pay soon. You're thinking that watching the crew work, it really does take a lot of manpower to get production on air. You kind of wish you had been invited to the ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister So What?’ Set instead. It was your guilty pleasure, putting it on as background noise while you worked on the pies for the following day. Maybe you’ll get lucky and see one of the actors on your way out.

“Homemade pie?! It’s been decades!” A crisp male voice says from behind.

Great, a potential customer! “Oh, our shop has been op— “ It’s Vox, the very CEO you saw on the halls before. He's leaning over the table taking in the smell.

“Are you the owner?” He asks sizing you up, his eyes going from your horns, face, body and finally settling on the wings at your hips. He quirks a brow at the sight, you hide them further back, a knee jerk reflex whenever people looked at them too long. You hated them.

“I sure am, sir. A pleasure to meet you.” You extend a hand out before he comments on the wings.

He takes your hand, doing a little bow to meet your eyes. “Well I do love a woman that can cook!” You do your best to keep the frown off your face. But aside from that, it was truly impressive to see the Overlord up-close. The light from his screen engulfs you in the low light of the set as his upper body tilts closer and you have to squint to keep the light from hurting your vision. “One so pretty as well. Are you one of the guests. What do you go by, doll?”

“You’re too kind, sir. Nuria is the name. And no, sir, we're just here for delivery.”

“Vox, Sir! We were looking all over for you. The producer is eager to meet you.” A crew member emerges from one of the curtains. “Follow me, please.” They urge.

“Of course, of course. My apologies.” He answers, brilliant smile back on. “But I hope to see you around, Nuria.” He says letting go of your hand with a wink and a light sting of electricity from his body to the underside of your wrist. Your hand pulls back startled, he chuckles as he struts away.

Jerk, you murmur under your breath.

Jo comes back a few moments later dragging a large folding table borrowed from somewhere.

“Let me give you a hand!”

You finish fairly quickly after that, when Myrna comes back again, taking the last bite of her second pie and seemingly ready for a third one. “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

“Really?” Jo chirps. And you don’t have the heart to say no, your wrist still tingling from her boss' "greeting."

You’re herded to a corner though, where several screens show different angles of the set. One screen dictates what’s to happen at which times intervals during the show. One segment draws your attention. Special Guests, it reads, the name of the performing musical group - and then a live performance of a song you immediately recognize.

Sudden screaming from one of the hallways leading to another part of the studio has you and Jo glancing around. There’s the sound of slamming doors and objects being thrown around followed by a string of swears accompanied by several footsteps running towards the source of the screams.

“What the fuck is going on now?!” Myrna screams into her headset as she follows the chaos.

“Maybe it’s time we skedaddle?” Jo suggests scratching his cheek in mild concern.

But now it’s you who doesn’t want to leave. “We’ll be fine, Jo, besides I really want to see this.” You point to the screen. “Mamá Tozi, my grandmother, used to play this song all the time when I was little. It’s an oldie but a goodie, didn’t expect to see it here of all places.” You explain. “Want me to teach you how to dance cumbia?”

“No?“

Too late you’re already grabbing his hands, placing them in position. “Let’s see, it goes 1, 2, 3… Nunca es suficiente para mí… ” You step forward, tilting one hip to the side and then to the other. It’s a bit difficult without the actual beat of the song but you manage following your own, “Tan-tan-tan, tan... “ Jo tries his best to follow along. “Porque siempre quiero más de ti. Yo quisiera hacerte más feliz.” And then a hum for the parts there’s no words for. You move his hand while keeping the other in a loose grip so you can do a half twirl and return to position, then motion with your hand for him to do the same. He follows through and you giggle as Jo rolls his eyes but continues to follow along. “Mi corazón estalla por tu amor. ¿Y tú que crees que esto es muy normal? Acostumbrado estás tanto al amor.”

“You know the song?” Myrna asks out of nowhere, you let go of Jo's hands (you hadn't notice when she came back.) “Have you performed before?” She presses.

“No… ” High school and karaoke performances didn’t count, though you had been told you weren’t half bad.

“Well there’s always a first time for everything.” Oh you did not where this was going.

“Turns out the vocalist for our scheduled group is feelin’ a little under the weather t’day, and by that I mean she’s too fucking wasted to even stand up, so we’re gonna need to improvise.” We? Who’s we? “Our CEO is here.” Our?

“Well I do wish you the best of luck and would you look at the time, Jo, we should be driving back soon.” You say looking at the black screen of your phone, then search for Jo’s hand again to get out of there as quickly as possible. But Myrna’s talons snatch your arm first.

“Hey!” Jo tries to reach for you, but she easily pushes him back with the other hand.

“You’ll do just as well.” She sneers.

“There’s no way you think I’ll get out there to put on a professional performance! Are you nuts?!” You drop the professional act, glaring at her instead - trying not to wince in pain, her grip hurts.

“I don’t think - I know you will.” She says, you’re standing on the tip of your toes with the way she continues to hold onto you. “Or there won’t be any payment for the order, AND I’ll make sure to run your little shop’s reputation to the ground. Would that be enough motivation for you?”

“Oh yeah?” Jo speaks up, “You don’t know who you’re messing with!” Myrna hisses at him as response.

“I want triple the pay for the pies.” You say before Jo says anything else. There’s no need to involve Rosie.

Her eyes narrow. “Whatever.” She says and calls for a dressing room assistant.

“Nuria, but… “ Jo whispers.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine, and we’ll make a killing on this one.” You smile as Myrna drags you further back.

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He sits right on the front row.

Fights the urge to yawn while waiting for the next section as his employees scamper behind the camera. Someone offers him a second cup of whiskey which he takes without even looking to see who is offering it, he should really try to make an effort to actually engage with them. It was easier to win them over with feigned kindness than by force (though his peers would disagree). Especially now that they had the entire playing field to themselves.

It was the reason why he was there at all. To ensure the 'magic of TV' ran smoothly for captivating quality content. Their plan to monopolize Hell depended on them capturing as much support from the public as possible, by any means necessary. Indeed, with the battle against heaven broadcast he could feel himself growing in influence and power as every wretched sinner tuned in to watch. So strike and improve while the iron is hot was one of his many mottos.

It’s all he thinks as he watches the Host announce the next performer.

The lights dim as the cameras focus on the stage.

The lively melody of a trumpet is followed by the rest of the band’s instruments as flood lights cast over the vocalist at the center of the stage.

A tight sequin dress glimmers with the curve of her swaying hips, her shoulders also moving to the beat of the music.

But then she sings and suddenly it's the most interesting thing he’s seen all week.

“Oh thank fuck!” Vox overhears one of the producer’s heads loud-whisper to someone on his right.

“ Y tú te vas jugando a enamorar. Todas las ilusiones vagabundas que se dejan alcanzar.“ Her voice young and smooth in Spanish, he understands very little but knows them to be of a romantic melancholic nature. She spins, grabbing one of the trumpet players to accompany her on her dance and her solo dance from before flourishes with the new companion.

“Who’s that?” He finally asks, curious.

“She’s ah… an up and coming artist.” The producer’s heads answer in unison, then go over his notes to look for her actual name. The CEO watches as the ratings are directly sent to his screen.

“Oh yeah?” He says taking a swing of his whiskey, liking the data he’s receiving.

“Nunca es suficiente para mí. Porque siempre quiero más de ti.” Her voice rises without losing the harmony in it, the musicians behind her faithfully follow her rhythm, nearing the end of the song. The numbers on Vox’ screen hit are all time high for the month, impressive considering this show’s underperformance in ratings.

“Wowowee!! How do you like them apples?” Fytor, the Host, gestures for a round of applause that goes on for some time. Someone whistles in admiration. “Los Demonios Azules!! Premiering our cultural segment, everyone.” He says for one last round of applause before the cut.

And just like that, the vocalist who sang with such charm and charisma only moments prior drops the microphone and yanks the colorful fur wrap off her shoulders to throw it on the floor as well. Vox barely catches the moment she also yanks the gloves off her hands, stomping off the stage in a petty tantrum that could rival one of Val’s.

“Well, looks like your little variety show gets to survives another year!” Vox remarks as he gets up from the chair. Both of the producer’s heads beam at the news. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He says, adjusting his clothes in place before zapping himself away from the set to the dressing rooms.

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You’re taking off the gaudy and incredibly heavy earrings you were made to wear when a spark of electric blue appears behind you and you get up alarmed holding onto the dresser behind you. “Holy— “

VoxTek’s CEO materializes before you.

“Greetings, my dear!” He smiles, “I don’t believe we were introduced.”

The initial shock wears off quickly. “Yes we were!” You tear the humongous blonde wig off your head, then smear part of the makeup off with one hand.

There is a pause where only the muffled screaming of the neighboring dressing room is audible. The band you performed with was infighting over the close call they had thanks to their drunken vocalist.

“The pie girl?!” He asks incredulous after a moment before doubling over in laughter as if you just told the funniest joke he'd ever heard. Your fists tighten at your sides.

“Is everything ok in there?” Jo asks knocking at the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Be there soon, just taking care of a new fan.” You shout, voice dripping with sarcasm. You’re angry at being made to perform like a little wind up monkey but him laughing over it infuriates you even more. “Your bitch of an employee, Myrna, threatened to withhold my pay for the pies if I didn’t replace the singer.” You struggle to untie the gladiator shoes. How the fuck did they tie these damn shoes on you?! “Your guests suck, by the way.”

“My sincerest apologies, my dear. I’ll make sure you get paid, money is not an issue.” He says going on knee to undo the knot. You pause, surprised by the gentleness in the sudden action. He takes all the time in the world taking off the shoe, then motions for the other foot placing it over his knee, no minding soiling his very expensive looking trousers.

“Ever thought about a career on television?” His tone is casual as he works.

“No, sir,” You reply, all anger fizzled out, but quick to take your foot back, “I already have a contract with someone.”

The expression on the screen changes, now intrigued. “Oh? And may I know who the lucky demon is?” Hoping the answer will deter further questions you answer truthfully.

“Rosie.”

His screen glitches for a second, distorted static repeats the name. “Ro-rosie? Cannibal Town's Rosie? You don’t say!”

You immediately sense that might have been the wrong answer, having forgotten the intricate web of relationships Hell’s Overlords maintained - and if his reaction was anything to go by, Rosie might not be someone he particularly cares for, for whatever reason.

You reach for your clothes inching towards the door with the sequin dress still on, you don’t want to find out what else he might say. Or do over the new information.

“Yes, sir, now if you’ll excuse me.”

He slams the door shut when you open it and for a moment prickling fear overtakes you. Shit. You’re too scared to meet his eyes, feel him instead stand very close to you, but then the tie holding your wings together at your back to hide them comes off.

“This one hid from me.” You don’t need to see the cocky smile displayed on his screen as he speaks, “Here’s my assistant’s contact if you ever get tired of making pies, doll.”

“Thank you, I appreciate the offer, sir” You whisper, tone calm despite the lump in your throat, taking the card offered.

Jo straightens up when the door opens. You school your face into neutrality so as not to freak him out.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

Though you’re sure he catches a glimpse of the CEO as the door closes behind you.

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You work in silence for the rest of the week, the small tv in the shop’s kitchen remained disconnected, missing several episodes of Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What? Testament of the bad taste the trip to VoxTek Tower left in your mouth. But it was nothing a good bath of crushed roses and herbs couldn’t fix. You had Jo do the bath too to make sure las malas vibras didn’t linger, even if “This is Hell, Nuria, we are all made of bad vibes.”

And before you knew it, Rosie’s new shipment arrived and that occupied your mind instead.

“No heads this time, Theo?”

“Nah, old hag Susan got it in her head that she wanted to start a forever soup business. Rosie would only let ‘er have the heads though.”

“I see.” Works for you, that was the least favorite part you liked to work with, all that hair and eyeballs… made it hard to pretend it was sinners—not just regular game meat. Some things you don’t think you’ll be able to get used to no matter how many years passed down here.

You worked quickly, more than usual, finding yourself eager to see Rosie. Maybe out of some odd need to feel reassured under her protection. Which is how you found yourself at her place in less than two days.

You’re almost done at the Town’s plaza uneasily distributing the pies, without major incident. They listen, for the most part, Susan giving you a bit of a hard time but Theo was there to reinforce authority where usually Rosie would be the one overseeing the distribution. Today though, you were told, she was entertaining important company.

“Well, that’s the last of them.” You keep one for Rosie. Theo walks you to her place, chatting about the colony’s new found reputation from dangerous bloodthirsty savages to dangerous heroic bloodthirsty savages.

“I’m sure that’s gotta count for something, Theo.” You nod along as you walk up to Rosie’s.

“Nuria, my precious girl!” Rosie calls out as soon as you enter her place. She’s coming for a hug, you barely have time to move the pie out of the way as she smothers you into her bosom. She seems more cheery than usual. “Come, come. I want you to meet my friend.” She says pulling you along to a table at the back. You don't think much of it this time either - as she's always trying to get you socialize more.

“Alastor, honey, this is Nuria! The girl I told you so much about.”

Her long fingers wiggle as she motions to the man sitting by the table.

Alastor? Oh but that can't be...

You're frozen, pie in hand as the Radio Demon himself stands, the shadow covering his form dissipating to reveal his tall slender form.

So this was The Important Company.

“Charmed!” He smiles, the crackling static of his voice immediately setting you on edge.

Rosie's hand at your back gently pushes you forward to respond.

“Likewise, sir.” You manage, taking his hand in greeting. The handshake is solid and unexpectedly friendly.

"Oh now, Nuria, is okay—he doesn't bite, for the most part!" They both chuckle at the shared joke. You force yourself to chuckle along too.

“I stopped by your pie shop the other day, but it was about to close I’m afraid.” Of course, you heard all about it from Jo.

“Ah y-yes, my assistant did mention it. But please do visit again, we do make a couple of extra pies for special clientele.” You had to, some people didn’t take no for an answer.

“It wasn’t necessary, I was just passing by and the smell got my attention. It worked out for the best, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to try them in such good company.” He motions to Rosie.

“Oh Alastor, there you go again.” She says absolutely smitten. “Let me make us some more tea now that the refreshment is here. I mean the pie, Nuria, don’t fret.” You laugh; ha-ha! Yes, funny.

“Well then,” Clearing your throat you set the pie on the table, “it’s been a pleasure— “

“Aht, aht aht! I know what you’re about to do, dear, and I’m not having it.” Rosie’s hands rest at her hips. “Sit down, you’re a guest today.”

“Oh but I… “ You shut up when she levels you with a look, not quite threatening yet, but getting there. You have never taken her there. Still, “I can help prepare the tea, I know this great recipe— “

“Sit down.”

You sit on the nearest chair.

“Be right back~!” She shimmies away to her kitchen.

So you’re left alone with her friend. You knew at the periphery of awareness of the rumors about Rosie and the Radio Demon being close, but you never expected, nor in all honesty wanted, to run into him or any of her acquaintances. In and Out was your tried and proven method of operation. It had kept you safe, figures the one time you decided to stay at the VoxTek Tower you would—

“Lovely weather we’re having today.” His static voice takes you out of your thoughts.

“Hm? Oh yes, quite nice, I mean as nice as it can get.” You answer.

“My, Rosie was not kidding when she said you were a very new here.” He observes, and you’re not sure how to take that. “How are you finding the new lifestyle?” He asks, tone polite.

What an odd thing to ask, miserable of course - everyone was miserable down here, but you get the feeling he wasn’t looking for honesty as much as just conversation. So you oblige. “Well, all things considered. It’s not too bad I suppose. I haven’t been purged yet so there’s that.”

“Ah, an optimist, a rare breed. My cat could learn a thing or two from you.” He says crossing his legs.

“Your cat, sir?”

“Please, call me Alastor, we can’t be that far apart in age when death came to us.”

True, but calling him solely by his first name felt odd with the way he talked and just his general seniority over you in hell. “Um, what year did you… erm pass? if it’s not too rude to ask of me?”

“1933! And what a year it was.”

Oh wow. “That was during the Great Depression, am I correct? My grandmother was born during that period in history, quite amazing when you stop to think it.”

“Well I have been called old in nastier ways I suppose,” He laughs, your hand covers your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult.”

“Oh it's quite alright, I was merely messing with you!” He chuckles, “It sounds like your grandmother was very precious to you.”

“Of course, my grandmother was a very wise woman, though I think most would say that about their mothers.”

“And you would be right, my dear, mothers, grandmothers, matriarchs—all irreplaceable pillars of support in a decent society.” He responds and maybe you were being way too dramatic when Rosie introduced you to him.

“Tea is ready~! I hope both of you are getting along.” Rosie sings-songs with a tray of freshly brewed tea.

“We’re getting along just fine.” Alastor replies.

“Good, good.”

You busy yourself with helping Rosie cut the pie, serving two slices, relieved Rosie thought to bring cookies alongside the tea so you would have that instead.

“I hope it’s to your liking.” You serve Rosie’s guest first as she watches on, pleased.

“I’m sure I will, dear.” He replies. And it’s so strange how different, how normal, he actually is from the rumors on the street. They made him seem almost otherworldly even by hell’s standards.

“Delicious as always, Nuria.” Rosie exclaims at the first bite. You smile in response. “Go on, Alastor, give it a try.”

He follows suit. “There has yet to be the occasion where you have been wrong, my dear friend. One can still taste the panicked screams.”

Now that made him sound closer to the stories about him. “Thank you, sir.”

“Oh she calls you ‘sir,’ Alastor, isn’t she precious!” She says pinching your cheek.

“I already said there’s no need. But I do appreciate the good manners.” He replies before taking another bite of the pie. “You know Charlie has been talking about a Grand Re-opening ceremony for the Hotel. I think these tasty treats would do a wonderful addition to the event!”

You almost choke on your tea.

“My Goodness, you are right!” Rosie’s dark eyes set on you expectantly. “What do you say, Nuria?”

Clearing your throat, you think of the nicest way to refuse. “I’d love to but I think we’ll be taking a break from commissions for a bit.”

“Oh? But didn’t you just get a really big one from VoxTek?”

You cough to clear your throat, oblivious to the way her guest’s eyes narrow at the mention “Yes, well… “

“Don’t tell me they didn’t pay you!” You can hear Rosie’s mood quickly souring, her demeanor darkening.

“No, no! On the contrary, they paid me thrice as much but—hm. I should, maybe I should start from the beginning.” So you tell them how your little jokey-joke dance forcefully landed you in front of the cameras and consequently with an offer by VoxTek’s CEO himself to work for his company, omitting the specific detail of how the offer was extended to you. “The whole ordeal was very degrading to be completely honest. I’m just thankful Jo and I were able to leave in one piece.”

“Ha! Why this sounds like the plot of a spicy novel!” The Radio Demon chuckles bemused. “A regular girl’s break into stardom by a sudden twist of sheer luck!” Rosie swats at him with her fan when she sees you’re not laughing along this time.

“Alastor, can you not this once?” After glaring at him she turns to you. “That’s terrible, darling! I’m sorry that happened. But do let me know if they ever give you any more trouble.” She says placing a hand over yours.

“Thank you, Rosie.” You already feel better about telling her about the ordeal, all you needed was to feel safe. “I think I got it for now.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Well rest assured, Nuria, Charlie has far more class than the demons at the Vee tower. I can arrange for a visit if you’d like. I think it would benefit you as Rosie tells me you're saving up to move out of Pentagram City, though I can't imagine why anyone would want live away from such wonderful daily entertainment.” Oh wow, Rosie really did talk a lot about you. “Think of it as helping a friend of a friend.” His face and eyes are all sweet charisma, they look almost genuine. And you wonder if he’s only nice to you due to his friendship with Rosie or because he really is just like that with some people. “The reward could be handsome, she is the Princess of Hell after all, I’m sure you’ll be able to name your price once you charm her.”

Oh boy, the delivery van will be due for maintenance soon too…

“Does she have a date for the re-opening yet, sir?”

Both Rosie and her guest share a smug look of triumph.

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