#reader x reader

You shrugged, shame burning on your cheeks. 

“It’s just a body. It’s… I’m nothing special.” 

Real rage flared in your eyes. A passion you thought had been killed somewhere in the neglect and the rejection and the hurt lit up eyes that were at once familiar and estranged. You wondered if you’d ever felt that protective of your own skin. 

“It is your body. It is our body. And it is everything,” the reverence in your voice cracked with your heart. “Let me show you.” 

You expected to be on your back in a heartbeat, hands on you, writhing under the attentions. The way that your imaginings had gone. As you closed your eyes and braced you were more shocked by the gentle touch - a hand through your hair. Your hair threaded through their fingers - your fingers - as they stroked it. 

“Your hair is beautiful. You put so much care into it. It’s a perfect halo to your visage.” 

Your eyes opened, an unforgiving crease in your forehead that communicated some doubt of sincerity that your mirror self smiled too kindly at. 

Their hand moved from your hair to your forehead, thumb massaging the wrinkles you’d furrowed between your eyes. 

“These wrinkles show a life lived and experienced fully. Emotions felt. Memories made. A wealth of knowledge and feelings that would drown a lesser being.” 

You couldn’t help it. You leaned into the stroking touch, pressing your face into their hand. Their hand stroked down your cheek and you tried not to flinch. 

“The marks here are beautiful as well. Not the flaws you think them to be. They are human, incredibly human. Deliciously human. How I love to take their shape.” 

Lips caressed the path their thumb stroked over your cheek and jaw. 

“Cheekbones to be caressed. A jawline to be worshipped.” They continued with their lips wrapping around the edges mentioned, teeth scraping the skin and drawing out a gasp. 

Your heart leapt. You wondered if their mirror of it leapt in tandem. 

“A throat that brings the most beautiful sounds, a spine that holds strong and steady,” they cooed. 

Their hands massaged down the back of your neck while their lips pecked kisses down the column of your throat. They reached the divot of your collarbones and dipped their tongue into it. You let out a desperate moan and their answering hum danced along your skin like lightning. 

Their hands ran over every weakness, every visual deficiency you’d berated yourself for in the mirror and their voice - your voice - praised them like your flaws were worthy of worship on their own. The squeeze of fat that you struggled to cover in outfits, the scars that you hid, the marks of a body lived in; all of them were caressed until your eyes were brimming with tears and your moans crashing over sobs stuck in your throat. 

Their lips sucked at your every insecurity, your own lips wrapping around the parts of you that you hated most and kissing them reverently. You came undone before your mirror image could even curl your fingers the way that drove you wild. 

And then your doppleganger was doing it again: was dragging you into pleasure and teasing your every flaw into a radiant mark of beauty. Your own fingers on a clone’s hand curled inside of you and you broke for them all over again. No part of you was untouched, no flaw uncomplimented, no ugly part uncaressed and cared for. 

“Tell me you love me,” they whispered in your ear as they brought you to the edge of orgasm again. 

“I love you,” you whispered to them. 

A = Aftercare

* As kinky and dominate as she is, she actually requires a good bit of after care. She’s very affectionate with you, and loves to cuddle afterwards.

* She loves to lay face to face, your legs intertwined as she strokes your hair and whispers gentle affirmations to you.

B = Body Part

* She’s proud of her body, and isn’t ashamed to admit it. Her breasts are firm and natural, and her ass Is toned and firm. The rest of her is nothing to be ashamed of either, and she’s fully confident walking around naked.

* For you she loves your neck. She loves to kiss and lick your skin, nipping at you playfully. Sometimes she’ll get carried away and leave love bites behind because she can’t control herself.

C = Cum

* It’s hot, sticky, and sweet. She’s definitely a creamy mess after she’s done, and she prefers to make you the same way.

* If you’re a guy she’ll absolutely let you cum in her.

* If you’re female she loves to trib a little bit after you’re both finished and combine both of your juices to make sure you’re equally messy.

D = Dirty Secret

* She wants to make a sex tape with you, or fuck you on one of her live streams (more about this under “wild card.”)

* She wants to see what you look like on camera together and let everyone see who you belong to.

E = Experience

* She knows her way around a bedroom, and around a body.

* She’ll never tell you the exact number she’s been with and unless you’re a virgin she doesn’t want to know your body count either (she has a bit of a jealous side.)

F = Favorite Position

* Tribbing for a female partner (with her on top)

* Reverse cowgirl.

* The captain.

G = Goofy

* She loves to laugh during sex, even if it’s a bit serious.

* She’s perfectly capable of being intense while breaking it up with a little fun.

H = Hair

* She rocks a landing strip.

* The hair below is just a shade darker than the hair above.

I = Intimacy

* She actually finds sex with you to be very intimate. Regardless of what you are doing, she loves you and that makes anything you are doing intimate.

* She’s fully capable of having sex without any emotional attachment, but with you that’s not the case.

J = Jack Off

* She’s not shy about it, it’s a key feature of her OnlyFans content. But she really only enjoys when she gives you a private show.

* She loves to watch you as well, and likes to boss you around a bit while you do it.

K = Kink

* She likes choking. Mainly she likes choking you, but if you’re really really good she MIGHT let you take control for a while. Maybe.

* Hair pulling, biting, scratching, spanking (to you), pegging (if you’ll let her).

* Bondage.

L = Location

* In front of a mirror. Rather bent over the bathroom sink and looking on the mirror, or having one placed over your bed.

* She loves making you watch yourself as she fucks you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at yourself.

M = Motivation

* Seeing you standing in the hot sun, your body slick with sweat after working in the field and dumping water over your head never fails to get her going.

* She also loves seeing you come out of the shower wearing only a towel.

N = No

* She’s fine with some mild degradation but don’t ever tear her down or make her feel inferior to you. She has some serious baggage from Kel and doesn’t ever want to feel that way again.

* In turn, she’ll show you that same respect. She’ll call you a whore but she’ll never call you stupid.

O = Oral

* Fuck yes.

* She loves going down on you, and lavishing you with praises. “You’re so big” or “you’re so wet for me, you taste so good” and “that’s it you’re so good for me, you deserve this” are some of her favorite phrases.

* If you’re really good she’ll let you taste her as well but you need to earn it.

P = Pace

* She can be hard and rough, but she also has a soft and tender side that’s reserved just for you.

* She really follows your lead on this, and is willing to be however you need her to be.

* She’s dominate, but you call the shots with this part.

Q = Quickie

* Definitely not her first choice.

* She prefers to take her time and drag it out as long as possible as the foreplay is all part of the fun.

R = Risk

* She’s totally open to try anything, and isn’t necessarily worried about getting caught especially since she’s broadcasting on OF.

* She hasn’t found anything that she would deem “too risky” but she’ll be open and vocal if she does.

S = Stamina

* She has plenty, and it all comes down to how much you can handle. She usually prolongs getting off until you do so she makes sure she doesn’t push you too far.

T = Toys

* She has quite a few and likes to have a bit of variety.

* She likes using them on you, and having them used on her. Bonus points if you can use them together.

* She loves to be double penetrated, so an anal plug while using a rabbit is mind blowing for her.

U = Unfair

* She will tease the fuck out of you and not think twice about it. She’ll send you nudes, whisper filthy things in your ear while out in public, and grab your ass when nobody is looking.

* She acts like your advances have no effect on her, but it makes her wet when you reciprocate her advances.

V = Volume

* She does not give a fuck who hears her (or you).

* She likes to make you scream her name, and likes that people are aware of what she’s capable of doing and what they will never have.

W = Wild Card

* She has an OnlyFans that she operates from her “business phone.” She needed a way to get funds for her art supplies and makes a decent amount with it.

* Sam and Sebastian subscribe but not because they are into her. They do it to support her and hype her up.

* When she is live, they will comment things like “get it girl!” and “hype train!”

X = X-Ray

* She has her clit pierced.

* Her nipples also have rings in them and loves when you gently tug at them with your teeth.

Y = Yearning

* She’s not shy about how much she wants you. She’s always undressing you with her eyes, and imagines you naked all the time.

* You have a very healthy sex love and both of your needs are met in this area.

Z-Zzz

* She doesn’t fall asleep right away, preferring to spend extra time with aftercare. She wants to make sure that you’re taken care of, and wants you to know you’re important to her so she doesn’t like to fall asleep right after.

“You never mentioned you had a long lost twin, (Y/N)” your coworker comments playfully. You return a hesitant laugh without looking away from your monitors. He has a point, the resemblance is uncanny. Save for the impressive size difference, every other feature down to the finest detail is eerily similar…no, more like identical to yours. There has to be a rational explanation but your mind is blank. Who the hell are you looking at? One of the screens flashes a loud notification and you jolt at the sudden disturbance. They’re waking up.

Your eyes are burning and the surroundings are blurry. You can almost feel your bones creaking as you groggily lift yourself up. There’s a faint tug at your skin and you touch around for the source. Long, thick threads seem to be attached to the surface of your body. Roots? Some sort of creature? You’d rather not wait to find out, so you swiftly rip them off. You hear a groan next to you and as you turn, your vision begins to return some clarity. Pickle is rubbing his face in irritation but immediately calms down once he sees you’re with him. At least you’re not alone. Although it doesn’t change the fact you don’t know where you are.

“Amazing”. Several people murmur in chorus as you stare down, towards the ancient creatures. You’d share their excitement if you weren’t so entranced and afraid by the view of a person that’s almost a perfect copy of you. You touch the double glass and wonder if perhaps you’ve been glancing at your own reflection all along. You don’t have to mull over it too hard, as the prehistoric man begins to lose his patience and the security window becomes a frail obstacle in the path of his massive fists. Within seconds you’re on the ground, scrambling to avoid the shards that now spread across the lab tiles. Is this how you die?

Pickle scans the room, completely baffled by the strange machinery. He doesn’t recognize anything. Not even the humans cowering in fear before him. He would like some answers, but doesn’t know where to obtain them. Frustrated, he grinds his teeth and considers his options. He turns to search for you and his head freezes. Did you…become smaller? What are you doing on the floor? He rushes to help you up, but you yell out in fear and try to shove yourself away. A familiar growl erupts behind him. It’s you. Confused, he checks the person he’s still holding. Wait. What?

Your wrists are aching and you’re panting. You can feel your knees giving up. Is he trying to kill you? Why you, out of all the people? The Jurassic man pauses in his movement and you shyly peep over towards the commotion that distracted him. You lock your eyes with the woman and she seems to be in disbelief. Can’t blame her, really. You’ve had plenty of time beforehand to process the similarities, but it’s her first time meeting you. Is she as shocked as you were during the first encounter? And then it hits you: the man thought you’re her.

You’ve often observed your reflections in the water and have always been fascinated by the phenomenon. As far as you can tell, however, there’s no pond or river around this time. Who is the person standing next to Pickle? You exchange a quick look with your equally bewildered mate. Oh, how exhausting. This isn’t your home and that isn’t you. You don’t understand. Maybe this stranger has some answers to all this. You step forward and squat down to the level of this smaller version of you. You’ll get to the bottom of this.

The wall crashes and you slap the emergency exit button. You crawl out of the cockpit, coughing out the dust particles and fumes caused by the explosion. Did the Time Machine work? You survey your surroundings and gasp involuntarily. Is it…you? There’s a tall, toned woman kneeling before a much smaller human, but they both bear your appearance.

My partner (that proofreads everything) absolutely lost it when he saw the request and found the idea so wild he wanted to write his own thing. So hereby attached are his own headcanons. Enjoy! This was a crazy ride.

Bonus: Baki Characters but it’s all You, the Reader

You reminisce about you fighting you. How you challenged you, met you in your underground fighting arena, how you circled around you, looking for an opening into your defense. How glorious when your fist hit your face, and how your blood splattered on the ground of your arena.

You are preparing to fight you. The strongest fighter in the world is you, and you are your son. If you want to have any chance of defeating you, you will have to become even stronger than you. So you train, every week, every day, every hour. In your basement you are facing yourself, so that one day you can stand in front of you instead.

You couldn’t believe your ears when you called from the survey site. In the salt, you found you fighting yourself, in the shape of a T.Rex. Reviving you after millions of years would further prove your spot as the number one scientist.