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draculasfavoritewife · 3 days

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Miguel O'Hara x Reader Headcanons

Summary: How you and Miguel found yourselves in a situationship of sorts.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!Spider!Reader

Warnings: Miguel gets angry when he's worried (it's a canon event guys). A very sultry kiss and implied smut towards the end. Me using far too many of the adjectives at my disposal just to describe this man and all the things he makes me feel.

I went and saw Across the Spiderverse TWICE in a week while it was in my hometown, and immediately started drafting fic for this goddamn gorgeous problem of a man 🔥 He just gave me too much to work with and I may or may not have spent entire months watching every single compilation I could find for "scientific inspiration". For my headcanon purposes, reader is a spider-hero as well, but I left her pretty vague on purpose -- feel free to fill in her costume/powers/skill set with your own spidersona :)

*Spanish translations at the end! (I am fairly bilingual, but if I made a lil mistake here or there do forgive me)

• He would say he had no idea when or how it started -- you, on the other hand, were taken by him from the first time he gave you his whole "canon" spiel.

• How could you not be? He towered above you, body chiseled like a Greek God, angular face equal parts weary and arrogant.

• And that voice -- rich and smooth as a silky black coffee -- it would be safe to say you were pretty smitten right away.

• To his surprise, you worked your way into his inner circle fairly quickly for a new recruit. Although you definitely had your own opinions, you knew when and how to push his boundaries and when he wasn't in the mood for it.

• Soon he trusted you to handle yourself with minimal supervision from him -- and maybe that trust was the beginnings of it for him. Because even though he recognized your competence, he still found himself continually assigning you to his personal strike squad, not to look after you, but because you somehow didn't annoy the hell out of him.

• Which comes in handy for everyone else after a while, because soon that translates over to you soothing the proverbial beast when he's biting the heads off of the more sensitive Spiders.

"How could you be so STUPID -- !"

"Okay, Miguel, I think they got the point."

"But they -- !"

"I know. They know. It's okay, let's all just take a breath."

"¡Ay coño! Nadie me oye. Todos son idiotas."

But he does back off, and does take a breath, and everyone else stares at you like you're the second coming of Christ.

• Your fascination and admiration for the intense head of the Society soon turns to a genuine enjoyment of his company. He's not much of a conversationalist, but you're okay with silence, and sometimes you just...end up keeping him company in the monitor tower after missions and he just...lets you.

• You soon notice the ungodly hours he keeps and start leaving him an empanada and a black coffee at the end of the day when you leave -- you know how dangerous he gets when hangry and undercaffeinated.

• It's a bit strange for him at first (someone is actually choosing his company over the bombastic personalities of the other spiders?) but Miguel soon gets used to you hanging around, and the hairs on the back of his neck finally stop bristling at having a fellow person in the room.

• One thing he absolutely can't figure out is why the scent of fear never radiates from you, even when you witness his occasional equipment-trashing tantrums. But he somehow doesn't quite mind that he can't intimidate you.

• He would strongly deny he ever gave you favorite treatment, but some of the others do realize he's not QUITE as hard on you when you challenge his decisions.

• Sometimes you check on him late at night before you go home; you can tell when he hasn't slept in a couple days by the way his shoulders hunch and how often he pinches the bridge of his nose against an oncoming headache (though sometimes that's just from dealing with Peter (x100) for too long).

• And that turns into you staying in late to keep him company while he swipes through screens upon screens of things that require his personal attention.

• That's how you end up finally seeing the videos of him and his little girl; he probably forgot you were there and her loss hit him all over again and before he knew it you had seen what he was like once, when the lines on his handsome face were from smiling so widely instead of losing sleep over the fate of all of reality.

• Neither of you really address it for a long time, but you know, and he knows you do, and there's this weird comfort that settles between the two of you after that.

• He already knows your story of course, and your canon events, but when the pair of you finally start talking during those late nights you share the little details, and you have the feeling that he wants to care about the small things, he just can't with the much larger picture he has to handle.

• It's little things that make it past his unbreakable outer walls -- the fleeting brush of your hand across his back as you pass behind him, the way you can hold eye contact with him longer than anyone else, the seemingly flippant way you blow him a kiss every so often when he sends you off to go make yourself useful elsewhere. Casual things, but he notices.

• And you want to tell him you're in love with him, but have a feeling he doesn't want to hear those words, because once they're out in the air, it means you both can't sidestep it anymore, so you don't.

• After a particularly rough mission, he's angry and you're shaken up, and he doesn't mean to react the way he does, but he takes it out on you, scolding you for what almost happened, and you fire right back because you're emotional, and the two of you end up raising your voices and everyone else just kind of...leaves the room.

• Then silence.

• You and Miguel are breathing hard, staring at each other. And something fragile takes root in the empty space between you.

• "Could you do me a favor and maybe not get yourself shocking killed?!" he growls at last, and there's a raw edge to it you haven't heard before.

• You laugh brokenly. "What do you really care, O'Hara? There's literally hundreds of Spiders here; I think you'd be okay."

• "¡Coño! How can you be so blind?!" He's snarling now, full lips pulled back and sharp teeth on display. "I thought we were on the same page for once."

• You're totally unprepared for when he grabs your shoulders and forces you to look up, right at him. "I can't lose someone else."

• He's so close, and his angry mouth has softened. And maybe you've lost your mind, but he's already angry, so what do you have to lose, really? At least that's what you tell yourself as you take the plunge and lean in.

• And to your surprise, he not only meets your lips, he kisses you back with matching fire, and what was supposed to be a simple, singular impulse turns into an unexpectedly heavy ongoing process -- fingers raking through hair, bodies pressing together, hotly whispering things neither of you remembers.

• And then as quickly as it happened, it's over, and you're on opposite sides of the room again like sulking cats, and he sends you home.

• You don't talk about the incident for weeks. Life goes on.

• But then one night, he offers to take you home when you both stay behind late, and at your door he apologizes for his lapse in professionalism, and you admit you...didn't mind. At all. He doesn't seem in a hurry to leave, and wanting to distract him from his work for at least a little while, you invite him in.

• And somehow what was supposed to be a sweet goodbye-and-thank-you kiss a couple hours later turned into exploring touches and murmured questions and agreements and how damn good his arms feel locked around your body; and when the sun filters in through your window in the morning he's long gone but your skin still smells like him and you realize that actually happened.

• You assume it's a one-time thing. People make mistakes, after all, no hard feelings.

• Bur when Miguel holds you back after a mission several days later and wants to make absolutely sure that the other night didn't make things uncomfortable between you, you go out on a limb and admit to him that you really enjoyed it.

• And he has to take some time and process that.

• But eventually he shows up at your place late one night again, and it starts to become a bit of a regular thing. So much so that you give him the spare key to your apartment and he starts to leave some of his clothes there sometimes. You love wearing his shirts, because they're enormous as hell on you, and you sleep in his clothes whenever you can't have his skin against yours.

• (For his part, he also likes when you wear his shirts, because then your throat, shoulders, and thighs are that much easier to get at.)

• And life goes on.

¡Ay coño! = (Expletive)

Nadie me oye = No one listens to/hears me

Todos son idiotas = They're all idiots

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themyscirah · 1 month

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Thinking about current continuity Vanessa and just getting pissed off again

Like one, LET HER REST oh my god dc you ruin her FUCKING life like an asshole only to bring her back as a villain after she finally got out oh my god-

But also like its just so bad. This is a whole other woman with her name like why are we doing this. Like first you kill her mom (JULIA NOOO) and erase her YEARS of history growing up around diana (the thing that actually made her villain turn [if you can call it that w the level of manipulation involved] interesting and fucking heartbreaking) for some shitty "oh I saved you we were friends" run of the mill whatever. Then to use that and say Nessie had a crush on her OWN SISTER (Diana, so like informally adopted, but still 😡) now????

And then they took away her curls and made her a redhead but not even the realistic kind. DC SHE DOESNT LOOK LIKE THAT

It just makes me so mad. Freaking guys. They could have used another name like oh my god. She's not even the first silver swan why the fuck would they do that if they're not going to explore her history w diana (which she no longer has!!!!) or how intensely fucked up everything got for her. What is even the fucking point of this then other to drag a main character of the ww supporting cast through the mud again for genuinely no reason. They could have easily had her be Valerie Beaudry (sorry Val) instead or just MADE UP ANOTHER NAME because it's obvious that no one actually cared about her as a character they just wanted the wondy villain back so like !!!!!!!!!! Why even bother

#her entire treatment just makes me so angry #like in general it makes me mad and sad and a million other emotions #but the fucking robinson version just makes me enraged. beyond pissed off. because theres no fucking reason for it its bullshit and its the #one in current continuity right now. so i get to see tom king ww panels put on my dash that have this stupid fake vanessa and its so #infuriating. like thats NOT her!!!!!!! oh my freaking god people #her hair is BROWN and CURLY and shes dianas BABY SISTER who she lived with for YEARS like she was a MAJOR supporting ww character for the #longest time. like shes got about 100 appearances (just checked) preboot this is not a minor character #so freaking frustrating #blah #ALSO. FUCKING ALSO. THE FACT THAT THE WHOLE CURRENT VANESSA TURNED EVIL BC SHE REALIZED SHE WASNT SPECIAL TO DIANA BS. FUCK YOU THERE LIKE #OH MY GODDDDD “isnt special to diana” im going to fucking kill you. what do you mean she doesnt care about her specially. thats her FUCKING #BABY SISTER. not to sound like vanessa herself a la silver swan but those clowns at dc would never say that shit about cassie oh my god #not special my FUCKING ass. nessie and her mom were literally the first people invited to themyscira in post coie continuity #like yes diana trevor and steve trevor and even baby julia kapetelis washing ashore but like the kapetelises (and you could even say just #nessie bc again her mom had been there before) were the FIRST ones invited there like you cannot say diana didnt care about them more than #the average joe dc i fucking despise you.#this girl has been through so much why is dc incapable of throwing her a bone ever. nessie i am so sorry they did that to you sweetie.#gonna tag it bc her tag deserves the traffic #vanessa kapatelis #just makes me so mad #doing all that to the normal teen girl character in a wonder woman comic is so fucked actually like dc comics i should not have to explain #that to you. what message do you think you are sending here be serious

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whsprings · 2 years

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patting myself on the back for having my little boost as if I hadnt refused to have anything else with it 🙃🙃🙃

#see look i had snack i dont need iop (says the girl who didnt hve her entire snack)#i doubt my therapist would go for me doing iop anyway she wants me to do things myself and get out of treatment #also i am so sad and angry that a treatment center would just... give up on my friend???#it doesnt make sense to discharge the people who are struggling the most #cw// ed

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intrepidacious · 1 year

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almost believing

summary: You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: miscommunication dialled up to eleven bc it's me; friends to lovers with lots of seething in between; set around christmas, but not a christmas fic; slight spoiler warning for wakanda forever just to be safe

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

prompt: fake dating, baby 😌 title and initial inspiration for this fic were taken from "so close" from enchanted. yes. that scene.

a/n: this was written for my wonderful tiff's sweet as sugar writing challenge!! @traitorjoelite i'm so proud of you and i hope you enjoy this fic. i really thought this one would be short i swear. big shoutout and thank you to @sweetascanbee for listening to me rant about this for weeks, i appreciate you so much!!

masterlist | read on ao3

Here’s the thing: It’s supposed to be a simple mission. Just gathering intel at the hotel for one single night, the two of you pretending that everything is fine for a couple of hours more.

After all, it’s Bucky’s last mission with you before his reassignment goes through.

Well, it’s not like it’s going to make a difference to how much you’re seeing him, to be honest.

You’re not sure when he started making himself rare or why, but once you noticed it, it was impossible not to.

"Sorry, I’m heading out," when you ask him to grab lunch together seems inconspicuous enough, as does, "Ah, I’m already supposed to meet Sam," when you try asking him about that trip to IKEA you’d been talking about for ages.

But it doesn’t stop there. One excuse follows the next, and suddenly there’s always something more important than the two of you hanging out.

Of course, you try to rationalize it at first. Swallow down your hurt feelings, because Bucky is your friend, and sometimes people just need space. You’re fine. The two of you are fine.

Once he starts scheduling dates for Friday night, though—which has always been movie night, always, every week since you met him—you know that something’s wrong.

"Is he angry with me?" you keep asking Steve, who looks very uncomfortable and definitely knows what's going on.

"Just give him a little space," he suggests timidly. So you do. You let the whole thing go.

For like a week.

"I just don’t know what I did," you tell Sam over drinks, your head held in your hands.

"Nope," he answers, downing his dregs. "I’m not doing this. Nuh-uh."

"You know, too?" you cry, accusingly pointing at him.

"I don’t know anything," Sam deadpans. And then he puts his scarf on and leaves.

"Maybe try talking to Bucky about it?" Natasha suggests, either incapable of hiding her amused smile or unwilling to try.

"I would if I ever saw him for longer than a 'hi, how are you' at the gym," you mumble. Fact is, you’re getting pissed about him giving you the silent treatment without even knowing what you did wrong.

Because before this, whatever this is, things were fine. Great, even. Free afternoons were spent on each other’s couches, introducing him to your favorite tv shows and letting him teach you that stupid card game he loves so damn much. You’d even been starting to imagine that there might be something …

Clearly, you were wrong.

Now, you can’t even look at him without your throat closing up. It’s like you woke up a few weeks ago and he’s become an entirely different person around you, much more like he was at the beginning of your friendship, distant and cold.

He didn’t even tell you that he’d signed up for a transfer.

The mission call feels like your last chance.

A whole evening of teamwork and espionage, of him basically having no other choice than talking to you and finally telling you why the fuck he would get himself reassigned without even telling you beforehand. You could’ve hugged Fury for the opportunity.

That is, until you’re handed the file containing your fake identities for the op a few hours before you’re supposed to leave.

"You’re joking," you say as soon as you open the door.

"Great, you’re here as well," Steve says dryly. "Again, a) you both gotta learn how to knock, b) the whole thing wasn’t my idea or my decision, but I also think it’s the best directive for what you’re trying to do, and c) no, there’s no one else available for the mission. Anything I missed?"

Bucky deliberately doesn’t meet your eye, his arms still crossed as he stares Steve down with a look you can’t decipher. He doesn’t even acknowledge you standing in the door, but his foot is doing the tapping thing again.

You purse your lips and join the staring.

Steve sighs, rubbing his temples with the palms of his hands. "Listen, you two work well together and I know these past few weeks have been … strained"—you almost laugh at that—"but it’s just one night."

"We need to pretend we’re married," you say. "How’re we going to pull that off if he can’t stand being in the same room as me?"

"I trust that there won’t be any issues." Steve raises an eyebrow at Bucky as he says that, but of course he doesn’t get a reply. That would necessitate talking in your presence.

"One night," Bucky repeats through gritted teeth.

Not for the first time, there seems to be some sort of silent conversation between the two of them that you’re not privy to. You roll your eyes.

"I’ll see you later."

You leave with your back straight and without a glance over your shoulder, the door slamming shut behind you.

For a moment, you’re tempted to barge into Natasha’s office next, but you have a feeling like she’d just give you another one of her looks again, which really won’t better your mood. So instead, you slam another door and flop onto your bed, blankly staring at the ceiling for a while.

Surely, there’s some twisted sort of irony in this whole situation, but you’re not laughing.

Usually, before a mission, you’d get bagels together from the bakery around the corner. You haven’t done that in a while, but you’re still quietly begging your phone to show a new unread message when you look at the time however long later.

Instead, there’s just your lockscreen picture of Bucky’s grinning face that you can’t bear to get rid off, no matter how many times it stings you. It’s almost a year old, now, back when you’d taken him to go do your holiday shopping with you, insisting that "no one’s gonna recognize you, look at that great cap you’re wearing".

It’d started snowing halfway through the afternoon, and he’d kept reaching for your hand in order not to lose you in the crowd. You both gave up halfway through your list and just went to get coffee instead, strolling through Central Park and talking about nothing and everything.

That’s when you’d realized you'd been falling in love with him, laughing and fingers freezing around your paper cup, a strange new warmth spreading throughout your body.

You need to change your lockscreen.

***

Half an hour before pick-up, you leave your room with a duffle bag slung over your shoulder and almost run into Bucky. He’s leaning against the opposite wall like he’s been waiting for you, and it stings because that’s what he always used to do, back when you were still talking. When you could still pretend that maybe, just maybe, your feelings weren’t quite so hopeless.

Now, though, his easy smile is missing. Instead, an ever-present frown is furrowing his brows again, his mouth opened just a little, but nothing comes out.

"Look, I don’t want to do this any more than you do," you sigh. "But it’s a two-person job."

He nods, his tongue poking his cheek. "I know."

"Do you think you’re gonna be alright with us pretending we’re madly in love for a whole evening?"

Bucky’s jaw tightens. "I’ll be fine."

Of course he’s going to be fine.

You grab the strap of your bag more tightly. "I wish you would just tell me what I did."

"You didn’t do anything." If he’s telling the truth, though, why does he look so numb?

For a moment, you want to shout at him, cry, beg, make him tell you when and how this went wrong, but you don’t. You just stare at him in silence, hoping he’ll get it anyway, and he refuses to notice it.

"So," Bucky finally says. "You ready to get hitched?"

There’s the ghost of a grin in his eyes, and even though it’s not enough to mask the uncomfortable tilt of his shoulders, you sigh. At least he’s trying, you suppose.

"Let’s just get fake-married so we can fake-divorce and go our separate ways," you say, walking past him.

"I’ve got something for you."

You turn around again, raising your eyebrows as he holds up a ring between the fingers of his left hand. There’s a giant stone set in its center, striking and sparkling and not subtle in the slightest. Tony really went all out for appearance’s sake. Your fingers involuntarily tighten around the strap of your bag.

Bucky drops the ring in the palm of your hand.

"Quite the present," you chuckle nervously. You don’t even want to know how much this thing costs, and you feel like they're going to chop off your head if something happens to it.

"Try it on, then."

It’s a bit too large on your finger, and it feels foreign. It’s not you at all. Then again, it’s not supposed to be you.

Before you can say anything, though, Bucky shakes his head. "What?" you say with a roll of your eyes.

"That couldn’t look more fake if you tried. Wait a sec."

He turns his back towards you and rummages through his bag for a while, his jaw still set as he holds out his hand once more. With a sigh, you pull the ring off again and return it, but before you can pull your hand back, he catches it in his own.

This one slides onto your finger perfectly, and your eyes widen at the sight of it. It’s a lot subtler, with only a small emerald for decoration, but it’s so delicate and beautiful it takes your breath away.

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes, but he swallows whatever came to his mind. "That’s better," he says instead, and his voice sounds oddly rough.

"They gave you a backup?" you say, angling your hand this way and that to see how the gem catches the light.

"Mhm."

Something is off about this whole situation, but then you feel like you don’t really know Bucky anymore. Not like you used to, anyway. It used to be so easy to get a read on him.

You stand there in silence for a moment, and it’s only then that both of you realize he’s still holding your hand. He drops it immediately, and you pretend it doesn’t sting.

"How come you don’t get a ring?" you ask.

"Says who?" Bucky says, clearing his throat and activating the camouflage sleeve Tony had installed for his arm. Sure enough, there’s a ring on his hand as well.

You grab his hand curiously. When you touch it, there’s no difference between his fingers and the pseudo-platinum band, all of it just cool vibranium in disguise.

"It’s fake," you say. "It’s not the same."

"No," he agrees and pulls his hand away. "Looks real enough, though."

You notice the red splotches on his neck and wonder what it is that you’ve said this time, but it’s pointless anyway. He’s not going to tell you even if you asked.

Maybe you should be used to him icing you out by now, but it still hurts.

***

"Yes, Steve, I know," you sigh. "We’re just gathering intel, nothing else."

"I just wanted to have you say it again so we’re all clear. You both love taking risks when it’s not necessary."

"Alright, punk, we got it," Bucky says, tugging at his tie again.

You can’t even blame him for the nervous habit; you’ve been twisting your fake wedding ring around your finger for the entire drive.

This isn’t the first time the two of you had to go undercover as a couple; hell, it’s not even the first time you’ve pretended to be married. Usually, though, you could have a laugh about the whole thing together.

Now you barely know how to act around Bucky as yourself, let alone as some made up woman.

"I think we’re going to attract a lot of attention if we don’t get out soon," you say, readjusting the collar of your blouse underneath your coat.

You notice Steve staring at your hand for a moment, a frown between his brows, but his lips curve upwards a split second later. "Ready to do this?" he asks and you smile a little in confirmation.

Bucky takes another breath and then he nods curtly. "Let’s go."

The change that goes through him as soon as the two of you climb out of the car is so stark you almost turn on your heels again and beg Steve to let you off the hook, after all. His hand sneaks around your waist and pulls you closely into his side as you walk towards the hotel, all soft smiles and charm.

"Sorry for the holdup," he tells the bellman waiting next to your bags with a wink. "The missus and I just needed another minute."

You lightly slap Bucky’s chest in fake indignation. It’s quick thinking on his part, really.

When you’re checking in under your assumed names for the evening, he keeps his arm around you, and the content look stays in his eyes. A subtle glance at your surroundings tells you some of your persons of interest have already arrived early for the event tonight, looking around the sparkling lobby with the same feigned boredom.

Bucky nudges your cheek with his nose and then smiles again when you look at him. It makes your brain shut off for a moment.

When he looks at you like this, it’s so easy to forget the past couple of months and just pretend for a moment. What if there was no mission at all, and it could simply be the two of you?

But of course, that’s not possible. All of it is fake, including the way he looks at you. You know that.

So how come it doesn’t feel fake to you at all?

***

You hate this dress, you hate these people, you hate this dinner, and most of all, you hate how much you enjoy spending this much time so physically close to Bucky.

It feels so natural when he links your hand with yours, so fucking meant to be, even though he’s just putting on a show for the band of creeps you’re tasked to keep an eye on.

But damn if he’s not good at it.

It’s amazing, really, how his eyes immediately soften when you turn your head towards him, like you’re the only person in the whole room. He looks at you during this charade like you wish he’d look at you daily, even far from prying eyes around you; especially then. It makes your breath shorten, your heart pounding erratically because it thinks it’s getting everything it’s ever hoped for.

Hearts are often stupid like that.

A full night of glances and touches and the pretence of secret whispers will do all kinds of twisted things to your feelings.

There’s a lull in the conversation, and when Bucky squeezes your hand you realize he’s no longer the only one who’s looking at you.

You chuckle nervously. "I’m sorry, I got … distracted for a moment. What were you saying?"

"Ah, newlyweds," one of the investor goons laughs. He’s a particularly vile looking man whose suit is way too big on his spindly limbs.

Bucky, academy award winning actor in another lifetime, chuckles politely while the fondness in his eyes seems to increase tenfold. "We’ve been married three years, actually," he says, sticking to your official cover story.

It’d been Tony’s idea to keep your fake timeline as close to the truth as possible to avoid any slip-ups. It’s a great move on paper, really, but in reality it just adds another nail to the coffin.

Three years ago, you were on a mission in Brussels, only the second one ever where it was just the two of you. It was mostly surveillance, so one of you usually had downtime while the other kept lookout. It became customary that you’d entertain each other during those long hours, getting to know each other intimately for the first time, taking the first tentative steps towards the friendship you now share.

That mission was the groundwork of your falling in love with him in the first place.

"You seem to be doing something right if you’re both still so enamoured with each other," Spindly Arms says.

"I’m the luckiest guy in the world," Bucky responds, still looking into your eyes. "It’s hard not to do the right thing, then."

He presses a kiss to your cheek and you smile timidly. His lips linger for just a moment, and then he moves to whisper into your ear, something you’re sure looks like sweet nothings to everybody else but is actually a, "Don’t fall asleep on me."

You tilt your head, shove him teasingly as if he’d said something inappropriate, and because he’s always been quick to catch on he winks, obvious enough so that the other people that are part of this conversation can clearly see it.

It’s not long after this that you excuse yourselves, walking around the room with apparent aimlessness. Everything is sparkling with pure gold decorations and countless little twinkling lights that have been scattered around the room like millions of fireflies. You spot an actual orchestra right underneath the massive Christmas tree.

"Kind of tacky, don’t you think?" Bucky murmurs with a sideway glance at you.

"Maybe a little," you say.

The truth is, though, the room looks oversaturated and expensive and magnificent. Something straight out of a Hallmark movie, more like a movie set than a real place.

It’s the one thing that keeps this whole thing from being completely unbearable.

He must have seen the truth in your eyes, because he ducks his head and says quietly, "I’m gonna go check out the terrace."

You just nod and smile as he kisses your cheek again and then vanishes through the crowd with a few long strides. Sighing, you take another drink from the tray a waiter offers you, absent-mindedly rubbing your cheek.

"What a lovely surprise," a voice says next to you and you freeze for a moment before forcing yourself to calmly take a sip. "Miss … Winter, was it?"

"Mrs," you say with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, Director."

"Right, of course." Director de Fontaine eyes her martini warily. "I don’t suppose these olives are fresh, do you?"

Your mind is racing. If she’s here on official business, then your entire operation might be compromised.

"So," she continues, looking rather bored. "Met any interesting people yet, Mrs Winter?"

"Oh, yes," you say lightly, clinging to your role of unassuming young wife. "It’s all rather exciting."

"I’m sure. These kinds of events are all very … shiny." She looks into your eyes and there’s an almost explicit warning written in hers. "It’s surprisingly easy to get blinded."

You swallow heavily even as she smiles. "If you’ll excuse me, I think I see someone …"

You quickly walk over to the buffet table where some of the wives have formed a semi circle of gossip, trying your best to hide your sigh of relief when the director doesn’t follow you.

For a few minutes, you lose yourself in pointless gossip, until one of the women takes hold of your forearm.

"You must tell us, what’s your secret?"

"Excuse me?" you chuckle nervously.

"Your husband!" she exclaims, earning a few nods from some of the others. "He clearly adores you," she goes on. "I don’t think he’s looked away from you once since you joined us."

You steal a look around your shoulder. She’s right. Bucky’s gaze immediately locks with yours, an almost bashful grin on his lips. You caught me, his eyes seem to say, and you feel a rush of heat go through you.

He should be nominated for an Oscar with this performance.

Quickly, you turn around again to meet several expectant pairs of eyes.

"I don’t know what to tell you," you say. "He’s just … always been like this. I mean, he’s my best friend. I really don’t know what I would do without him."

There’s not a word of a lie in what you’re saying, and it elicits a round of coos and murmurs even as your heart gives a sharp pang.

"Dance with me?"

You flinch, turning to look at Bucky’s outstretched hand, at the sad, hopeful look in his eyes, and the line between reality and fiction blurs a bit more.

You take his hand, and he pulls you onto the dance floor, some cheery Christmas song ramping up to its big finale. Then, the band switches to a slower song. To you, it sounds mournful.

"That was nice," Bucky mutters into your ear. "What you said."

"I meant it, you know," you whisper, but he turns, and you don’t think he’s heard you.

Bucky places his hand on your hip and you hide a shudder. His gloved fingers wrap around yours, and then you start moving again.

You barely know the steps, but he’s a great leader, and he doesn’t say anything when you step on his toes. In fact, his gaze softens even more when he looks at you after the third time, the hand around your waist pulling you a little closer.

"How are you doing this?" you say without stopping to smile.

"Easy," Bucky says, and the way he says it almost makes you believe it’s true.

You bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from breathing him in. "I didn’t mean the dancing."

With the last note of the song, you stumble over his foot again and he snorts. "Me neither."

The melody changes and neither of you lets go. His steps are getting slower, smaller, like he’s just trying to keep both of you in motion. Your head is spinning. The twinkling lights are starting to blur into a great mass of stars in the background, like you’re at the center of a music box and everything else is just background noise.

You wrap both hands around his neck as you’re swaying, then, your foreheads only inches apart. You could stay in this moment forever, you think, as it stretches into blissful infinity. Somewhere, a clock strikes ten.

Bucky leans in a little closer and your breath hitches again.

"It’s time," he whispers, and your eyes fly open.

You’d almost forgotten about the mission.

"Val is here," you say quietly.

His expression hardens for just a second. "What?"

"She came to talk to me earlier. She knows we’re here."

"Why didn’t you say something?"

"I … There wasn’t time."

"We’re just gonna have to be quick and discrete."

You open your mouth, but then you see the distance close in again between you two, and so you just nod.

The plan is almost laughably simple, but it’s probably going to work out just as you’ve laid out beforehand. Everyone in the room has watched the two of you staring at each other for the past couple of hours, so no one bats an eye when Bucky nudges you gently and you make your way up the stairs to the fancy elevator that’s going to take you up to a bedroom.

Or, more specifically, to a bedroom that’s being used to store all kinds of evidence, but no one else needs to know that little detail.

You notice the director talking to Spindly Arms and a couple of other people, but you force your gaze not to linger on her. Instead, you grab Bucky’s hand more tightly.

He lets go of you as soon as the elevator doors close behind the two of you, dragging a hand through his hair and messing it up. There aren’t any cameras in the elevator, but you’re both pretty sure there will be on the floor you’re going. "CIA exposure, that’s exactly what we needed."

"There was nothing I could’ve done," you say, tugging your sleeves down your shoulders.

"I’m not blaming you, sweetheart," Bucky says distractedly, loosening his tie. Your heart makes a very heavy thud. "But if Walker shows up tonight as well, I’m gonna shoot first and ask questions later."

"No, you won’t," you say with a grin, mostly because you know he didn’t bring his gun because the male attendees were all frisked at the entrance.

"Maybe I’ll throw a knife. I could say it was an accident."

The conversation lasts barely a moment, but it reminds you so much of what the two of you used to be, it hurts.

You follow him stumbling out of the elevator onto the right floor with a breathless laugh. There’s no one in sight as you subtly check the room numbers before making him follow you with a coquettish smile for the security camera.

You find the right door without much trubble, pulling the keycard out of your inconvenient little handbag. "Come on now," you murmur as the lock rejects it at the first try.

Suddenly, Bucky’s hand is on your waist again, and you gasp as he spins around. The keycard drops to the floor.

He presses you against the wall, effectively trapping you in his embrace. Your hands are laid flat against his chest, his heart thundering madly underneath your fingertips. Bucky’s eyes flit around madly, like he’s trying to come up with something on the spot and, for the first time since you’ve known him, is left without ideas.

You gasp as his nose brushes against yours.

"Sorry," he whispers hoarsely. And then he kisses you.

Your body responds immediately, lighting a fire in your core as his lips press against yours, hungry, gentle, almost apologetic. You can taste the champagne on his tongue.

You arch your back against him on instinct as his hands travel down your arms, brushing your hips, your tighs, slowly parting your dress at the slit. Your eyes fly open the moment you realize what he’s doing, even though he swallows your gasp.

In one smooth motion, he pulls the I.C.E.R. out of the garter on your thigh and fires a single, silenced shot. The guy with the earpiece barely has the time to grunt before he sacks against the opposite wall, unconscious, his hand still in the pocket of his jacket.

"Fuck," you hiss, pushing Bucky away from you. He stumbles slightly, the gun loose in his fingers. His eyes are almost black as he blinks at you. "You could have told me we’re being shadowed."

Bucky’s mouth is stained from your lipstick, and the sight of that alone makes your head swim. You can still feel the ghost of his hand on your leg.

"It’d have blown our cover," he replies, infuriatingly calm. "Hate me later, our window has just narrowed by a bit."

You swallow, blinking to try and gain control over your breath again, grabbing your gun back with a short nod. "Let’s finish this, then."

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Back at the Compound, you both give an exhausted report about the events of the night, leaving out nothing but your improvised kiss on floor fifteen.

Your lips are still tingling with it.

Finally, you and Bucky are left alone in the briefing room, and for the first time in weeks, he doesn’t just get up and leave as soon as the silence takes hold. Instead, you both sit next to each other, staring straight ahead.

"I guess we should talk," he says slowly, reluctantly, and you can’t help it.

Your defenses shoot up again.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you say, squinting.

"Yes, you do." He’s lost the tie hours ago, but he keeps tugging at the fabric in his hands as if it could give him the words he’s looking for. "I shouldn’t have kissed you, not with … Not like that."

"Like you said, the guy would’ve blown our cover," you say, crossing your arms.

"Doesn’t make it right."

"What do you want me to say, Buck?" you say sharply. "That you should’ve talked to me before? Well, I’m kind of used to you not doing that anymore, so just forget it."

"Y/N—"

"No, really, it’s fine. Like I said, you’re leaving, anyway, so what does it matter. Didn’t tell me you were planning to do that, either. You just did it."

"You know why I’m leaving."

"No, I fucking don’t!" There are tears in your eyes now. "I have been trying really hard, Bucky, but you’ve just shut me out. I thought you needed space, which is fine, by the way, but you just—one day you decided you were done with me and that was it."

He stares at you incredulously. "You seriously don’t remember."

"Don’t remember what?!"

"That you were talking about me. To Natasha."

The memory rushes through you so violently it’s almost ridiculous you hadn’t thought about it in months.

You’d just come back from another undercover op, and you’d called her right as the door to your room had closed behind you because not for the first time, your feelings had threatened to spill over again.

"You should talk to him. Be honest."

"No, Nat, come on, I can’t—I can’t do that to him. I can’t risk … you know, he’s my best friend. And that’s all it can ever be. I don’t want to ruin what we have. I just wish he’d make it easier."

"You’re making excuses, you know. Both of you deserve a bit of happiness, don’t you think?"

"I tried," Bucky says now, barely looking at you. "I tried making it easier. But you’re so …"

"So what?" you ask hollowly, ignoring the fact that you can feel the tears starting to trickle down your cheeks now. "So pathetic? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? That’s why you asked for the transfer, so you can be rid of me."

"Rid of you?" Bucky starts, but you ignore him.

"You know what, Bucky, fuck you if you think my feelings for you are so much of an inconvenience that you need to leave the state. Silly me for thinking we could be adults about this."

"You’re the one who wouldn’t just tell me."

"Well, now you know anyway and I’m sure once you’re off to Cairo or wherever the fuck they’re going to send you, you can have a big old laugh about the stupid girl who fell in love with you despite the fact that—"

"Love?"

"I mean, obviously?!"

"You … you’re in love … with me?" There’s something very soft and vulnerable in Bucky’s eyes.

"Are we talking about two different phone calls?"

"I thought you hated me."

You huff incredulously. "Why would I hate you?"

"That’s why I gave you space, I thought … but then …" He grabs your hands. "Sweetheart, I’ve been in love with you for years."

It punches the air out of your lungs. "What?"

Bucky’s eyes are devastating as he looks at you, then. "I’m so sorry, I—I got it all wrong, I was just—I thought you know and you didn’t see me like that and that’s why I …"

"You …?" you say, still not quite comprehending what’s going on.

His thumb caresses your knuckles, halting when it makes contact with the ring you’re still wearing. "I'm in love with you," he says quietly.

"I don’t understand," you whisper.

"Please tell me I didn’t fuck this up completely."

This time, you’re the one to lean in.

Where your first kiss in the hallway had been feverish, this one is soft, almost unbelievably sweet, both of you still breathless with the fact that you’re allowed to do this. Finally, it feels like all the pieces are falling into place and you’re home again.

You press closer into him and Bucky smiles against your lips, pulling you in with his hands on your hips just like he did when you were dancing earlier.

The loudspeakers overhead crackle. "Alright, kids, we’re gonna break this up until you’re back in your own quarters, I don’t want to expose FRIDAY to the creation of your sex tape."

You break up with a snort.

"Fuck you, Tony," Bucky shouts, but he’s still smiling as wide as you’ve ever seen him do.

You giggle as you nudge your nose against his, curling your fingers into his hair. "That reminds me, you know."

"Of what?"

"Quick and discrete," you mumble, repeating his words from the hotel. "Title of your sex tape."

Bucky groans and shuts you up again.

(A few years later, you get the ring back.)

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#sweet as sugar challenge #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfic #almost believing

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kneelingshadowsalome · 25 days

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How does Minotaur!Konig handle an argument with his wife/his wife being upset with him? He clearly avoids making her upset as much as possible because he loves her and only wants to see her happy, and she loves and accepts him as he is, quirks and all so I don't really see them getting into fights but maybe he gets way too reactive and violent with someone in town over a perceived slight and she gives him the silent treatment on the way home or something. I feel like he'd be so sad even if she only didn't talk to him for like an hour 😞 I can also see his insecurities/abandonment issues coming into play, he starts overthinking and makes it a whole big thing in his head and meanwhile she's already forgetting that she was even upset with him. These are just my thoughts but maybe you have something else in mind/see it playing out differently!

Yes absolutely!!

Minotaur!König cannot cope with this shit at all. The last time he did something “bad” ended in him being thrown into a cold, dark Labyrinth. Even as a grown man he goes straight into survival mode if he sees that he has somehow disappointed his beloved 💔

His wife knows how König is so it would take a lot for her to visibly show she’s upset with him. Our bull tries to avoid chaos as best he can which means arguments between these two are extremely rare — but they do happen! Because one thing you must know about all versions of König is that they think they’re always right. Minotaur!König is just as thick headed as the rest of them so if he thinks that “his cause is just” then he will stand his ground no matter what. He will claim that water is wine if he thinks it’s so!

Some petty perceived insult directed at his wife could get him riled very easily, could get them both into trouble because König won't cool down before he’s drawn blood. He wants to give this poor soul's head to his wife, on a plate if possible, and if he can’t do that the tension just won’t go away. How can life go on if he hasn’t done what’s right??

She has to guide König in social situations and explain later what it was all about, what different phrases mean and how he can’t just kill people if they don’t behave the way he wants them to. In some ways, she knows she is dealing with a child and has to be patient, how could this poor man know how to behave when he lived underground all those years? All he was taught was that he’s evil, unwanted and ugly, so the last thing she wants to do is hurl blame at him and scream. Silent treatment would totally be one of her ways to show him he didn’t get points home this time, but for König even the tiniest distancing looks like she’s abandoning him. Throwing him mentally into a tiny tiny Labyrinth, telling him he’s not wanted, that he’ll never be loved :(

And poor König doesn’t know what to do and how to be, for a while the anxiety threatens to take over. He reaches for her hand, then pulls away fearing she doesn’t want to be touched. He tries to talk, but nothing comes out because he doesn’t entirely understand what he should apologise for. He stands in the middle of the room and watches her blow air on the coals and just go on about her day, thinking that the time has finally come when she tells him to get out of the house.

It takes years before König takes the initiative in reconciling because he simply doesn’t know how to do it. Blunt, pained statements such as “Are you upset with me,” and “You’re disappointed in me” are common before he learns that the world is not going to end even if they’re not happy with each other all the time. His wife is usually the one who comes to him and says that everything is okay and that she was only upset with what he did, not with who he is.

Just imagine this adorable goof being both stubborn in his "I don’t have to say I’m sorry" policy and crippled by his "Are you going to abandon me" fear 💔 How can you even be angry at this man? There’s no chance, especially when he’s a jerk only once or twice a year 🩷🦬

#minotaur!könig #he's so 💔💔💔❤️‍🩹❤️

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Hii! Can we get a fic with how would it like to be if the reader was basically douma same personality appearence etc. With Alastor? I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW IT WOULD GO.

Oh my fucking god. This Duo— it’s this duo and Discord with Alastor, I think would mesh well! Haha! Anyway! I am definitely trying this out, thank you, loves! Hope you enjoy!

Alastor- Rainbow Irises

Ah… a cannibalistic murderous cult has rolled into the Pride Ring. Alastor isn’t surprised when he hears over the new Overlord being the Eternal Paradise Cult leader. He’s heard worse

Though… her eyes are a mesmerising rainbow. A gorgeous, colourful, almost hypnotic swirl of multiple colours and the way she has presented herself to the Pride Ring… menacing yet elegant and cool-headed. Dressed like a fancy old-fashioned Japanese woman and wielding golden sharp fans

You’re an entire walking-talking red flag of a person. Speaking smooth and doting to everybody you meet but raising your fangs to their neck. You’re possibly even worse than Valentino. You trick everybody into thinking you’re polite and considerate and playful but you have a VERY ugly monster under those rainbow eyes

You have that charisma and friendliness Alastor uses regularly, coming off as upbeat and you greets all the Overlords politely but the proclaims you make… the way you eat other sinner demons with no problem and even brag about putting heads of decapitated men in pots. You have everybody in the room’s spines shivering in both disgust and intimidation at how you’re like

Alastor respects the way you establish yourself and getting his full respect is hard. You are intimidating, you are menacing, it’s a sign of how strong you actually are. The second strongest Overlord in Hell’s history(right behind Alastor). You regularly loom over Alastor and enjoy sweet-talking him

Alastor can recognise when a psychopath is talking so he never falls for your tricks nor your innocent act. You’re dangerous and twisted, specifically targeting and only eating men, hence you’re only-men member cult. He won’t let you even try take a finger off him

Alastor is basically our Shinobu, except Al doesn’t beat on us

Alastor doesn’t like you just touching him. You’ll reach out and touch him, solely to annoy him. He isn’t scared of you but he can tell why the other Overlords are so tense around you… you’re the most perfect cult leader, a inviting aura and a sensual voice that screams illusionary safety

Alastor has to hold his breath around you. When you’re angry, you turn ice cold and you don’t mind making the air too frozen for anybody to breathe in. So, he is quite careful with you. Juggling inbetween cold treatment and warm treatment, he feels like he is handling a spoiled brat when he talks to you

Alastor ignores the ‘gifts’ you make or get him. The lotus ice statues are wonderful but he knows what you’re trying to do… he may compliment your work but he won’t let you talk him into anything

But that doesn’t mean, Alastor doesn’t find your work nor your power impressive. He is very impressed and he rewards you for all you’ve done with your little cult and rising up to the rank to being the second strongest Overlord ever known in Hell. It’s a grand feat that he will clap to

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Aren’t you even a little bit worried about me, Lord Alastor~?”

“Darling. Kindly do not touch—“

“You don’t know how dreadfully worried I was. Since you all are cherished comrades of mine. I’d be heartbroken if I lost any of my comrades~”

Alastor finds your Japanese voice and language irresistible in a way, since it reflects your English and ‘nature’ very well but once again… he won’t fall for how often you say you like him. He knows people like you, he’s one of them. He’ll just commend what you’ve done as a Pride Ring Overlord

Alastor HATES the ‘Lord Alastor’ nickname you give him and always address him under… yeah. You give it to every other Overlord, he isn’t the only one who is called ‘Lord’ but it feels so condescending and in reality, it is…

“Silence, my dear. The adults are speaking… now, calm down that temper of yours. We don’t need anymore aircon in this room”

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I feel TOH fails a lot with the treatment that Belos and his lore receive towards the end. I think his arc will feel so much more complete if the show was allowed to show us that he suffered in the past and wasn't like "nah he is just pure evil and he has always been like that". I don't like how the show wants you to believe that Caleb did nothing wrong or reprehensible when there's obvious implications that he abandoned Philip to go with Evelyn, it will be so much more interesting that the show recognized that Caleb was naive and selfish in abandoning his brother (who only have him as family and support figure) to his own in the puritan era, and how that action of Caleb deeply damaged Philip emotionally and mentally (kinda like Luz abandoning Camila to live her fantasy in the Boiling Isles without thinking in the consequences but we are not talking about that right now, I love Luz btw don't get mad at me). And Philip, who probably entered the Isles with the sole intention to "save" his brother who at his eyes was bewitched and seduced by an evil witch to go with her, when he finally found his brother after many years and found out that Caleb actually loved Evelyn and DECIDED to leave him behind he totally lost his mind.

A confrontation escene between Philip and Caleb (it could be a flashback or something showed in Hollow Mind even) will be so interesting to watch, something like in the third season of Infinity Train when Simon confronts The Cat for abandoning him as a child, Caleb will try to justify himself at first saying that he is sorry, that he thought Philip was going to be okay on his own, that he didn't thought that he was going to miss him or something, making Philip more angry, sad and confused.

The situation will scale to the point that Philip, (who's original goal was to kill Evelyn to bring back Caleb in the Human Realm) now that he is angry, sad and out of his senses he tries to attack Caleb with the dagger he had in his hand which triggers the knife fight in which Caleb dies.

Philip, after realizing that he killed the only person he had in the world, he tries to justify himself in an internal monologue like: "oh well, I murdered you, but in doing so I freed your soul from the union with that sinful witch. That's what the witch hunting taught me, right? That's what YOU taught me, RIGHT?". Trying to shift the blame for what just happened onto Caleb but also letting us know and acknowledging that it was Caleb who introduced and instructed Philip in the witch hunt and did nothing to reverse it.

Coming to the end, when the fight ends and Belos and Luz are face to face, the scene would play out more or less as we see it in canon but at the moment in which the first drop of boiling rain falls on his hand and begins to see his body dissolve, he enters a mental breakdown in which he realizes that he wasted his entire life on a goal that made no sense, the witches weren't evil or a threat and he knew it, but he clung to his goal because he did not want to face the reality, he did not want to accept that he had killed his brother in vain nor did he want to accept that he had decided to abandon him, and he did not want to die knowing that he wasted 400 years suffering for something that was not worth it. At the end of his collapse he would crawl a little and see Hunter in the distance (because yes, Hunter should have been present in the end even a little), he would try to extend his hand in his direction but Hunter, noticing this, would close his eyes, look away and take a step back behind Eda and Raine. Philip experienced his brother's abandonment again but with the difference that this time it is merely his fault, because even if Caleb damaged Philip deeply with his abandonment, he is not responsable of the path Philip choosed to take.

Seeing and realizing all of this Belos would stop crawling and give up, lying on the ground, breathing hard as the boiling rain finally dissolves him and dies.

Or at least that is how I liked it to happen, let me know what you think.

#toh critical #toh criticism #belos toh #luz toh #philip wittebane #toh salt #toh #the owl house #hunter toh #hunter noceda #emperor belos #hunter wittebane #luz noceda #hot takes

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Would you still love me/like me if...?

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Baizhu ✧ Animal

✧ Would you still love me if I turned into an animal? This was definitely not the question he expected to hear on a calm and beautiful evening. This amused him immensely. You, however, didn't seem happy with his laugh, so he would ask you what kind of animal exactly, to which you had no answer.

✧ He's not a vet but he's a doctor. First of all, he would promise you that he would try to cure you with all means possible. He would travel across the world to find some kind of treatment.

✧ You pushed him further. What if such a drug did not exist? Well... He has experience with Changsheng. The snake, of course, loudly protested that it was not the same but no matter how you look at it, Baizhu also had to feed him something and take care of him (Changsheng said that it was completely the opposite way and that he was his guardian...).

✧ You weren't entirely satisfied with the answer, so Baizhu took you out the next day to console you.

Wriothesley ✧ Worm

✧ Would you still love me if I was a worm? Wriothesley is prepared for anything. I mean literally everything! Even for his other half's philosophical questions. It's not like he heard about this trend from someone in the Fortress and thought that you'd definitely want to take part in it soon, so he thought of everything in advance... He immediately replied that yes, he would still love you.

✧ When you asked what it would look like, he said he would prepare a miniature room for you in his office. There are a lot of different pieces of machinery lying around the Fortress, I'm sure he could make a nice set of metal furniture out of it.

✧ He could carry you around with him in a special pocket in his uniform. He wouldn't let anyone crush you. He would even make special warning signs in places you would frequently be. Everyone would adjust to them because, as we know, Fortress of Meropide has a lot of people obeying him and their sentences would certainly be extended to stay there for their whole lifes if they didn't.

✧ When you asked if he would like to change you, he said that no, just to see your reaction. He wanted to tease you but don't be angry with him, he loves you very much.

Nahida ✧ Fungus

✧ Would you still like me if I were Fungus? This question did not raise a trace of surprise from the archon. To her, it sounds like any other. After all, it is not for nothing that she patronizes wisdom. She has to consider many concepts. Nahida would think for a moment with a finger pressed to her cheek. And then she would say yes, of course. She would also list every possibility.

✧ First, she would try to communicate with you. She can connect with living things, so why not with you? If you didn't like your condition, she would want to change it. By any means available. You can be sure that the students at the Akademiya would be wondering about your condition. Someone would eventually come up with some cure... or not.

✧ If your new form suited you, she would leave you in the forests of Sumeru in a safe place. She strongly believes that Fungus would be a different form that should be treated accordingly and would like to befriend you with other shrooms so you can settle in.

Nilou ✧ Slime

✧ Would I still be your best friend if I was a slime? Of course you would, she said, grabbing your hands to emphasize the importance of her words. She didn't even have to wonder.

✧ She just hopes you wouldn't be a pyro slime, because she'd have to be very careful with her hydro vision. She wouldn't want to hurt you. Apart from this fact, Teyvat's laws are thrown out the window! She didn't think about anything that made sense or was logical.

✧ In her mind, it looks like she's taking care of the absolute cutie patootie, which is you as a slime. Her friend would still go shopping with her, spend all day together and perform on stage. Now you could create a one-of-a-kind performance or, preferably, a whole spectacle. Did she leave out the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to understand her? Of course but it didn't occur to her because she was too excited.

✧ You have to forgive her, over the next week she will come back to this question at various times and tell you how cute it would be if, in the form of slime you would... Ate cake with her, danced with her, wore a tiny dress? Finish it yourself, there are many options.

#genshin impact x reader #baizhu x reader #wriothesley x reader #nahida x reader #nilou x reader #headcanons #would you still love me if i was a worm #over teyvat #baizhu #nahida #wriothesley #nilou #headcanon

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underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring, Chapter 2

Summary: The trio have a threesome....do I need to say more?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: Obviously contains sex, 18+

Parings: I feel like this is covered in the summary... Sebastian x MC x Ominis

A/N: I cannot believe this is finally finished, it feels like it took forever. Want to tag a couple of absolute babes who really helped me with this: @accioquill, @freesiriusblack, @cranetreegang, @roohuh, @nightlydream, @sebastian-and-ominis-share-me

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You had no idea how Sebastian had done it, but a week later Ominis sat across from you at breakfast. You felt Sebastians leg shaking under the table, sharing your nervousness, the silence between the three of you awkward for the first time in your friendship.

“So, are you boys ready for the charms test tomorrow?” You would say anything to break the silence at this point. “Maybe we could study in the library later?”

“I could go for a review of the materials.” Sebastian chimed in. You both stared at Ominis anxiously, hoping he would say something, anything.

“Yeah, okay.” He got up and left without another word.

You looked at Sebastian, feeling defeated, tears welling up in your eyes. He wraps an arm around you pulling you into him, his other hand coming up to wipe away the tears. He gently positions your head on his shoulder and kisses your forehead.

“He’s hurting, love, it's going to take time for him to be himself around us again.”

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As the weeks passed Ominis finally started to feel comfortable around his best friends again. Things were almost back to normal. Almost. He still longed for MC in a way he knew he shouldn’t, but he pressed the feelings down inside him, determined not to let them come between the trio.

He still couldn't be alone with her though. He tried his best to be sociable but whenever Sebastian wasn’t there to carry the conversation, he found it easier to distance himself. The few times they had accidently touched left his head spinning, an incredible ache in his pants and every even slightly sexual thing she had ever said in front of him playing in his head.

He hadn’t touched himself in weeks, not since the day Sebastian had come to him, confessing he knew why Ominis had been acting so cold towards him and MC. An immense shame washed over him as he listened to his best friend in the world tell him it was okay, he wasn't mad, just curious when it began and wishing there was something he could do for him, any way to make it easier for Ominis to be around them.

History of Magic was an absolute nightmare these days, forcing himself to take up the smallest portion of the desk they shared as he could, thinking it best to limit the chances of anything happening. He knew he was hurting her, Sebastian coming to him more than once telling him she had cried at his cold shoulder treatment. Worse than knowing he had made her cry was knowing that Sebastian wasn’t truly angry with him for it. He understood, asking only that Ominis do his best.

The last time Sebastian had come to him, nothing but love and worry for them both in his voice, Ominis swore he would try harder, do better. When Sebastian asked if he wanted to join them in Hogsmeade in a few weeks he quickly accepted, eagerly asking if they could go to Honeydukes. In his next History of Magic class he sat normally, taking up his full half of the desk. He even talked to her.

“MC, I’m sorry I yelled at you a few weeks ago. I was angry with myself and took it out on you. It was wrong of me. I apologize.”

The smile he heard in her voice as she forgave him made him feel as though he had accidently fallen asleep in the sun by the lake, the warmth spreading over his entire body, piercing his heart. So overcome by her graciousness, he sought out her hand and gave it a little squeeze, a smile spreading on his own face.

Still smiling as he left the classroom, he was greeted by a familiar voice.

“What has you so happy, Ominis? Did Leander fall out of his seat again?”

“Forgiveness is a powerful thing, my friend.” Ominis assumed he understood as a hand clasped his shoulder, a soft “Thank you, Ominis” reaching his ears.

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Today is the day, it’s going to happen today.

Sebastian woke, a nervous excitement filling him, barely able to keep a giddy giggle from leaving his mouth. Finally, after months of hard work and patience, the trios friendship was back to normal, or normal enough for him to risk putting his crazy plan into motion.

The more he had thought about Ominis’ confession of wishing he could be with MC intimately, the more Sebastian had come around to the idea of sharing the love he felt for her with him. His mind had often wandered back to fourth year, when one night in the Undercroft he asked Ominis if he had ever kissed anyone.

“You know I haven't, Sebastian.” The pressure of a first kiss was one that Ominis had struggled to overcome, even though there were a few girls he might consider kissing.

“What if we kissed? That way we could at least say we’ve kissed someone.” Sebastian had meant it as a joke but deep down he wasn’t sure it was one. There was on one else he trusted like Ominis, on one else he was close enough to.

“Sebastian, you really think I want to ki-”

Sebastian crushed his lips against his bestfriends mid sentence, before either of them had time to think about it. He pulled away just as quick. “There, now it’s over with, no pressure to have a perfect first kiss.”

“You do realize every time you kiss someone new it counts as a first kiss, don’t you?”

“Then I guess you’re stuck being my one and only Ominis.”

Both boys had doubled over laughing at the idea.

Sebastian let out a little chuckle thinking about it now, almost three years later, and got out of bed, no longer nervous. Either this day would go the way he hoped or it wouldn’t, but at the end of it he would still love Ominis and MC, nothing would change that.

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Waiting at the gate of the castle, you fiddle with the fringe of your scarf, nervous about the day ahead. You hoped Ominis would be in a good mood today, having only recently started speaking to you again, desperate for a few hours of fun together, missing the usual witty banter that flowed so easily between you two.

Hearing Sebasitans loud laugh, you look up, dropping your scarf back into place. Turning around you saw them. Your boys. Sebastian looked insanely cute as always, his large smile making your cheeks flush. Ominis looked handsome, he always did, but today it was different somehow. The flush in your cheeks turned into a full blown blush as he greeted you.

“Good morning, MC. Are you excited for our outing?” His voice held sincere joy, a small smile even breaking out on his face.

“Of course! I’m guessing our first stop will be Honeydukes?” You respond, taking his arm.

“Hey, don’t I get a hello, MC?” Sebastian grabs your waist, tickling you and placing a quick kiss on your cheek, taking your empty hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Good morning, Sebby.” You return his kiss, standing on your toes to reach his cheek. “Should we get going?”

You slowly make your way to Hogsmeade, enjoying being between them, chatting about classes and students, Ominis sharing the gossip he’s heard. By the time you make it to Hogsmeade Square, the sugary smell from Honeydukes already reaching you, it feels like the rift between you never existed.

An hour later, your arms overflowing with treats, you stumble into The three Broomsticks, Sebastian guiding you to an empty booth in the corner.

“Butterbeers all around, coming right up.”

As he walks off you scoot closer to Ominis, taking his hand. “I’ve missed this, Ominis. I’m glad we’re friends again.”

“MC, we’ve always been friends, I just haven't been a very good one lately. I am truly sorry for that, I hope you know how much I mean that.”

“Of course I do, Omi, and it’s understandable given how you feel about me.”

You knew you’d said too much, but there was no taking it back now. Ominis’ brows shot up, opening his mouth to respond, a deep blush spreading across his face.

“MC, I...”

At the same moment, Sebastian returned, placing three Butterbeer mugs in front of you along with three shots of Firewhiskey. Ominis closes his mouth, pulling his hand from yours. You frown at the action, looking over at Sebastian as he slides in next to you.

“How did you get the Firewhiskey?”

“You of all people should know how good I am at sweet talking, love.”

His hand lands on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze as he smirks at you. You pick up the small glass of Firewhiskey, downing it before you have time to think twice. It burns its way down your throat in a pleasant way, much more pleasant than the embarrassment and annoyance coming off of Ominis. Sensing something was up between you two, Sebastian gave you a look before speaking.

“Everything alright?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Ominis responds, spitting his words at Sebastian.

“I can’t believe you told her how I feel, Sebastian! I told you that in confidence.”

“Ominis, I’m sorry, but we would never have resolved it if I hadn’t. She took it a lot better than you think, anyways.”

“Wait, what? You don’t hate me now, MC?”

“No, Ominis I don't hate you. I don’t even feel awkward about it. In fact....fuck, this is hard to say...Maybe, if you’re down for it, there’s something we could...do about it...the three of us, I mean.”

Ominis’ jaw dropped open. You reach for your Butterbeer, your face turning red, and chug the whole thing before speaking again.

“Sebastian, would you get me another one, love?” You look over at him, his eyes wide. “Sebastian!” He shook his head, breaking out of his stupor. He gets up without a word and walks to the bar. Turning to Ominis, you quietly ask if he’s okay.

“I’m...what exactly do you mean, MC? Please, I need you to be clear with me.”

“I mean what you think I mean, Ominis. Finish your drink, and maybe another, we’ll head back to the castle, and see what happens. That’s the best answer I can give you.”

“Sebastian, he knew about this before now, surely? Was this his idea?”

“It was a mutual idea, we came up with it together. Now, please Ominis, let's not talk about this anymore right now. I just want to enjoy your company, a girl and her best boys out for some fun on a lovely day.”

He flashes you a smile, taking your hand as Sebastian returns to the table, another round of Butterbeers in his hands. “Okay, Little Dove.” Your eyes widen at the pet name, having never heard him call you that before.

The three of you spend the next hour drinking and pretending your minds weren't on what you had confessed. As you finish your third round, a nice buzz having set in, you sigh, letting your head fall onto Sebastians shoulder.

“I’m ready to go, boys.” Sebastian rips you out of the booth, his eagerness for what might happen showing. You gather your goodies, taking Ominis by the hand. As you silently make your way through the crowded Hogsmeade streets, your mind wanders and you study the boys. You can feel the excitement and hesitation coming from both of them, settling around you like a dense fog.

“Are things awkward now?” The words come out louder than you meant, startling them.

“No.”

“Of course not.”

Their tone betrays them, and you chuckle as you respond. “Liars.” You pull them to the side of the path. “Talk to me, loves, what’s wrong?”

Ominis turns his head away from your voice, a frown on his face. You bring your hand up and gently turn his head back to you, lowering your voice.

“What is it, Ominis?”

“Are...are you sure you want to do this, MC? What if -”

You interrupt him as you bring your lips down on his, your hand tightening around his jaw, holding him in place.

“What is it with the two of you and kissing me before I can finish my sentence?” His voice is slightly raised but there’s a smile on his face. He lowers his voice, a touch of caution in his tone, trying not to get his hopes up. “I’m still not sure about this, but I’m willing to go along for now.”

Sebastian steps closer, gently bringing his lips down on yours, hugging you to him, whispering in your ear. “Don’t forget you have the power to stop this at any time, MC. It's all up to you and I’ll support you no matter what, love.”

You break away from him, a loving smile on your face. Reaching for Ominis’ hand once more you pull them both in the direction of the castle.

“Come on boys, let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.”

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Sebastian leads you through the passage to the Undercroft, his hands on your waist, kissing you passionately. He knew the effect drinking had on you, taking full advantage of your needy state to spur on Ominis’ desires, hoping it would entice him to stay. Your hand never left Ominis’, ensuring he couldn't get away, until you heard the gate close behind him. Dropping his hand, you bring your arms up to wrap around Sebastains neck, moaning against his lips. His hands grip your thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping around him instinctively.

“Fuck, I want you, Princess. I love when you get needy like this.”

He walks you over to the sofa a few feet away, setting you down gently, pulling at your shirt. “Take this off.” He rips his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor with yours, hands eagerly tracing over your exposed skin. “Take your skirt off too, I want to see more of you.” You shuffle around on the sofa, trying to get your skirt off, letting out a frustrated sigh. Sebastian pulls you to your feet, nimble fingers slipping under the waistband, pushing the skirt down until it falls to the floor. You kick off your shoes, dropping them next to Sebastians, quickly pushing the pile of clothing to the side with your foot. Sebastian spins you around, pressing your ass against him, a low groan escaping him at the contact. His cock bulges in his pants and he rocks his hips, seeking out friction.

“Baby, you’ve got me so hard. If I don’t get out of these pants soon, they're going to rip.”

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you hear a chuckle come from Ominis. You turn your head to look at him. He’s leaning against the closest stone column, only three feet away, his wand in his hand, its tip glowing red.

Sebastian sees you looking, and pressing his head to your shoulder, speaks in a voice just loud enough for Ominis to hear.

“He’ll join when he’s ready. In the meantime, will you suck my cock, Princess? You look so fucking beautiful when you do.”

He takes a step back, quickly undoing his pants, pushing them to his ankles, his thick cock springing free. You’ve seen it close to a hundred times before, but you still got excited, dropping to your knees, ignoring the chill of the stone floor in your anticipation. He pulls the pants off, tossing them with your growing pile of clothes, coming to stand in front of you, hands tangling in your hair. You lean forward, giving his pink head a little kiss, something he always told you only made him harder, before opening your mouth all the way. He lets out a low groan as you take him into your mouth. You bob your head, sucking him for a few minutes, moaning around him, knowing he loves the feel of the vibrations., when you hear footsteps behind you. You think it’s Ominis finally coming closer, but instead he’s pacing, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Ominis, what’s wrong?” Sebastians voice is soft with concern.

“I shouldn't be here for this. I-I'm sorry I just can't.”

“Ominis, wait, please.”

“No, Sebastian, I can’t - you know how I feel - I shouldn't have even come down here with you two. We’ve all been drinking, we’re not thinking straight.”

You pull your head back, Sebastians cock coming out of your mouth with a wet pop. “I’m thinking straight” you say, feeling a lot more clear headed than you did moments ago.

His head turns towards your voice as you stand and walk to him. “Please, MC, don't tease me about this, you’re absolutely sure you want this?” he whispers softly, sensing you in front of him, head dropping. “I couldn’t take it if you changed your mind.”

“I would never, Ominis. I think we all want this.” You stand on your toes to press your lips gently to his.

“We do.” Sebastians breathy voice sounds from behind you as he presses his body into yours. His hand reaches for Ominis’ arm, traveling to his neck. Gently leaning over you, he presses his own lips to his best friends with a softness you didn't expect. Ominis lets out a small muffled gasp. His face reddening, he pulls back, a shocked look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Ominis, I shouldn’t have -” He’s cut off as Ominis leans in, bringing his lips back to Sebastians hungrily. A small chuckle escapes him as they slowly break apart after a few long moments, a soft smile on his face.

“That was much better than the last time we kissed down here.” He lets out a small sigh “This day is taking quite a few interesting turns, isn’t it? Well then, if my ears haven't deceived me, I’m wearing far too many items of clothing compared to the two of you.” His voice drops, his lust rising to the surface. “Help me fix it?”

You quickly reach for the top button of his shirt, Sebastians arms squeezing your sides as he reaches around you for the lower buttons. As Ominis’ shirt falls open you lose all focus, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, drinking him in.

“You're staring, love” Sebastian chuckles in your ear, happy to tease you for Ominis’ pleasure.

“I don't mind.'' Ominis says softly, hands coming up to search for your bodies, one landing on your hip, the other on Sebastians chest. He seems content to stand this way forever, but you want more. You need more. Standing on your toes you place kisses on his shoulders, working your way down, you pepper his soft skin with increasingly needy kisses, stopping only when Sebastian presses himself even closer against you. You can feel his need, his hard cock poking your back.

He reaches for the clasp of Ominis’ belt as he brings his lips down on the blondes once again, moaning with need. You shoo Sebastians hands away and undo Ominis’ pants yourself, pulling them down to release his cock. You let out a loud gasp as you lay eyes on him. Above you the boys break apart, Ominis’ eyes going wide.

“What?! Is it okay?!”

You press your butt against Sebastian, hoping he’ll get the hint to back up, you need to see this new toy at eye level. Sebastian laughs as he backs up, giving you plenty of room. You drop to your knees enthralled by Ominis, even tilting your head to check out his balls.

“Will someone please tell me what is happening?!”

“Everything's fine Ominis, MCs just too busy falling in love with your cock to speak at the moment.”

“Oh, really? Is that so, MC?”

You answer his question by taking him into your hand, squeezing his length softly before tilting your head and running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The moan that comes from him is everything you hoped it would be, slightly high pitched, a little whiny, and not at all like the proper, buttoned-up boy you had come to know.

You feel a tug in your chest and look back at Sebastian, your hand reaching for his. You loved him so much, could never do this without him, and no matter how the day ended you knew this would only bring you closer, make you stronger. He takes your hand, squeezing it to tell you he understands and feels the same. You share a soft smile before turning back to Ominis.

Your arms snake around his thighs, giving his ass a quick squeeze purely because you can, you lick your lips and greedily wrap them around his cock. While you bob your head on him, his hands find their way into your hair, running through the strands softly as he moans. Within minutes his hands slide down to grip your jaw, holding your head still as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth at a rapidly increasing pace. You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue, trying not to gag when he hits the back of your throat, his moaning getting louder.

“Fuck, Little Dove, your mouth feels incredible.” His warm cum fills your mouth, slipping down your throat as he slows his thrust, letting go of your jaw. You pull your head back, taking large gasps, desperate to fill your lungs again, the sound of it clearing Ominis’ lust fogged head.

“Oh, god, MC, I’m terribly sorry, are you alright? I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m alright, Ominis, don't worry. You lost yourself in the moment, it happens.” Standing up you kiss his lips gently, but he pulls away, still unsure.

“I’ve wanted that for so long but that wasn’t at all how I imagined our first time going. MC, I’m truly sorry.”

“Ominis, I think we’re all going to have a moment like that today, losing ourselves in an action we’ve wanted to happen for a while.” Leaning forward, you say softly in his ear, “Mine will be when I finally have your cock inside me. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”

“Oh, yeah?” he replies playfully, a deep blush spreading over his face, before kissing you deeply.

Sebastian stands a few feet away, watching you, thinking about the moment he hoped to lose control of himself in. He didn’t dare speak it aloud, knowing it wouldn’t happen today, if at all, but he still clung to hope that one day Ominis might let him have his body too.

Not one to be left out of any sexual activity, he steps forward, coming around behind Ominis, wrapping his arms around him, warm hands running up and down the other boys chest. Ominis moans at the sudden contact, leaning back against him. You watch them intently, enjoying the sight of their boundaries being shattered, their friendship turning into something more.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she, Ominis? You want to go another round, maybe return the favor for her?” As he speaks the words, Sebastian slides his hand down Ominis’ body, gently brushing it over the other boys now slightly soft cock before reaching for you. His hand traces over you, expertly navigating your body, before slipping a finger into your wet folds. You moan softly as he pushes a second finger into you, pumping his hand slightly before pulling them out and bringing them to Ominis’ lips, gently pushing them into his mouth, whispering “taste her” into his ear.

“There’s more where that came from, Ominis, she’s sopping wet for you.”

You watch as Ominis’ eyes close slowly, reveling at the taste of you, a soft moan coming from his lips as Sebastian pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

“Right, I think it’s time we got more comfortable.” You watch Sebastian search his discarded clothes for his wand, pulling it out and saying the spells to transform the room into the haven you two had built together for moments like this.

You take Ominis by the hand, leading him to the large bed now in the middle of the room. You sit on the edge then fall back onto the cool silk sheets, hair flying out behind you, arms raised up next to your head. Sebastian lies next to you, gently resting his head on your arm.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby.” He runs his hand over your abdomen and chest, unable to resist squeezing your breasts. “Ominis, get in here and touch her before I lose control and need to have her all to myself.” His last few words come out as a growl. He's desperate to have you, only holding out to let Ominis go first.

Your eyes flick down to where Ominis stands at the end of the bed. You bend your legs, resting them on the bed in front of him. He leans forward, hands finding your knees. His hands run down your thighs, his touch featherlight, before slipping under your ass and pulling you closer to him. He takes a minute to enjoy the feel of your soft skin on his before getting to his knees, his nose less than an inch from your folds. Next to you, Sebastian lifts his head to watch your reaction to Ominis’ first move, but the move doesn’t come.

“Ominis?”

“I’m sorry, my dear, I’m a little nervous, truth be told.”

As he speaks his breath hits your aching folds and you moan, your back arching, your hands seeking out Sebastians hair. You grab a handful, pulling his head closer. “I need him, Sebastian. Help him.” you say in a desperate whimper.

Sebastian lets out a laugh at how needy you are, gently prying your hand out of his hair. “Don’t be nervous Omi, the worst that MC can do is suffocate you between her thighs, but even that's quite enjoyable.” You roll your eyes and smile at him as he laughs. “Bring your face closer to her, just start by kind of kissing it, then add a little tongue to the mix. You’ll know what she likes by the delicious sounds she makes.”

Ominis follows his advice, pressing his lips against you, the feeling enough to make you see spots. You lay your head back on the sheets with a sigh, quickly followed by a loud moan as Ominis’ tongue runs over your clit.

“Oh, she liked that” comes his muffled voice, before he eagerly does it again.

“Fuuuucck, Ominis.” Your hand slips between your legs, settling in his soft blonde hair, tugging at the strands and gently pressing his head closer. He lets out a soft moan at the sensation. Beside you Sebastian shifts around on the bed. You turn your head to face him, a questioning look on your face. He bends and kisses your forehead “I’m okay love, but I’ve got to see him eat your pretty pussy.” He moves to the edge of the bed, leaning against your leg, his head bent to see Ominis’ ministrations. As Ominis’ tongue laps at your soaking folds, you hear Sebastian whispering to him, all thoughts of what he could possibly be saying at a time like this disappearing a moment later as Ominis slips a long, slender finger inside you. You let out a surprised gasp, followed by another low moan as he adds another finger and immediately curls them. You can’t help but moan his name as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his tongue swirling around your clit.

With the few brain cells you can pull away from the fog of your coming orgasm, you wonder if this really was a good idea, Sebastian and Ominis pleasuring you together might just kill you. As your legs begin to shake, you decide it would be the best possible way to go. You grip Ominis head, pulling him closer with need, your hips bucking, you let out a string of incoherent moans and curses, begging him not to stop. You hear Sebastian moaning loudly too and look down to find Ominis’ free hand wrapped around his cock, absentmindedly stroking it. The sight is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard. You tremble under Sebastians heavy arm, not knowing exactly when he rested it on you, your back arching, Ominis’ name tumbling from your mouth in a pleasure filled scream, joined by the low groans of Sebastians release.

As your orgasm subsides, you reach out to stroke Sebastians hair, his head suddenly appearing within reach, still softly moaning. As you lay in your post orgasm high, Ominis pulls his fingers from you, eliciting a soft whimper from you. You watch through heavy eyelids as he stands, making it no more than two steps before Sebastian is up, arms wrapping around Ominis, bringing his lips down upon the other boys. You watch them kiss, Sebastian moaning into it, Ominis opening his mouth, letting Sebastians tongue in for a minute before they break apart.

“Sebastian, as surprised as I am by how much I'm enjoying kissing you, you’re not the one I want to be kissing right now. I need her, Sebastian. Please say you’ll let me have her.” His voice is heavy and needy, almost begging for permission. Sebastian presses another small kiss to his lips, a soft smile on his face.

“It’s her you really need permission from, not me, but I appreciate you asking me, Ominis.” He untangles his arms from Ominis’ waist. Ominis comes to lay down beside you, taking you into his arms, kissing your face, he presses his forehead to yours.

“Well, Little Dove, what do you say? Do you want to continue?” His voice was sweet, genuinely concerned for your desires.

You shift around in his arms, climbing on top of him, your dripping slit perfectly situated above his cock. You chuckle softly at the groan that escapes him as you grind your hips against him.

“You’re not leaving this room until you’ve been inside me, Ominis.”

That was all he needed to hear. Pulling you down to him, he runs both hands over your body, memorizing you, before lining himself up with your entrance. He kisses you softly as he slowly pushes into you, his low groan mixing with your breathy sigh.

“Fuck, Ominis...” The rest of your words melt into moans as he begins to thrust his hips slowly.

“Does he feel good inside you, baby?”

You let out a small gasp, having almost forgotten Sebastian was here. You nod your head, your eyes struggling to stay open as you look at him, unable to control your moans, a slight blush overtaking your face at how much you're enjoying being fucked in front of him, by his best friend. He laughs at your reaction.

“Don’t be shy now, love, I’m enjoying it too. Tell me how he feels, find the words for me, Princess, I need to hear them.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing them too.” Ominis’ words are muffled as he kisses your neck, gently running his tongue over your skin.

All you can get out between your moans is “more”, Ominis’ deliciously slow pace emptying your mind. You know that isn't enough, but Sebastian will understand what you want, you look him in the eyes and repeat the word, letting out a sigh of relief when a look of understanding flashes across his face. He chuckles, leaning down to Ominis, whispering in his ear. He gives you a wink as he sits up again, scooting closer to the edge of the bed behind him. Ominis wraps his arms around you tightly, suddenly rolling over, pinning you to the bed underneath him. You let out a loud moan as his cock slips further inside you, Sebastian reaching out to put your leg over Ominis’ shoulder, the way he knows you like it. Ominis increases his pace, little moans slipping from his lips.

“Little Dove, you never did tell us how my cock feels.”

He punctuates the last few words with harder thrust earning him a few pleasurable whimpers as he hits that perfect spot inside you.

“Exquisite, Ominis, it feels fucking exquisite. Keep going just like that, Merlin, that feels so good.” You weren’t sure exactly how much of that had come out coherently, you were moaning so much, the new sensation of his cock in you quickly propelling you towards another orgasm.

“Exquisite perfectly describes you as well, Little Dove. Gods I never want this to end, but you feel so good I won’t be able to hold out much longer I’m afraid, darling.” His words came out breathy around his own moans, slightly muffled as he bent his head to press little kisses to your leg on his shoulder. He kept on with his steady pace and hard thrust, quickly losing control. As his pace stutters, you wrap your leg around him.

“I want you to cum inside me, Ominis. Will you do that?”

The question alone is enough to take him over the edge, a wish he’s had for almost a year now coming true, a high whine slipping from his lips as he thrust, his load spilling inside you.

“Fuck, Little Dove, that was incredible. Did you finish, darling? No, well let me fix that.”

You reach up, cupping his face in your hands, and pull him all the way down to you. Both legs now wrapped around him, you kiss him deeply as he resumes his soft thrust. As your orgasm hits, you moan his name into his mouth, arching your back as much as possible with his weight on you. When the last waves of your orgasm subside, he rests his head on your chest, breathing heavily before pressing soft kisses to your chest and stomach. He slips himself from you, both of you sighing longingly, wishing he hadn’t, and collapses face down on the bed next to you, an arm thrown over your waist.

You lay between your boys as your breath calms. You know Sebastian is beyond ready for his turn, his hard cock pulsing against your thigh as he kisses your neck, groaning in your ear.

“Baby, I can't wait any longer, I’ve got to have you right now.”

You nod against his roaming lips. “How do you want me, lover?”

“I think you know, MC.” He gives you a wink, a huge grin on his face as he shoots out of the bed, coming to stand behind you. You roll over, sticking your ass in the air just the way he likes, and wait for the spank you know is coming. Confusion rocks through you as the sound of his hand hitting flesh reverberates around the room, but you don’t feel anything. You look over as a startled “What the hell, Sebastian” comes from the blonde next to you.

“Yeah, what the hell, Sebastian, that was my spank.” You stick your lip out in a pout as he laughs.

“Sorry, Princess, you’ll get yours next. I didn’t want Ominis to fall asleep before the show was over. I think he’s going to enjoy this next part.” He hands Ominis his wand, wanting him to get as full of an experience as he can. “Come get in front of her, Ominis. Yeah, just like that. MC move forward a little, I want your face right above his cock.”

You crawl towards Ominis, settling between his legs, your breath blowing across his cock, making him smile. You let out a low groan as Sebastian brings his hand down hard on your ass, a smile spreading across your face as he calls you a good girl. Sebastian gets into place behind you, lining himself up and pushing into you without another word, a loud moan coming from both of you. You adored the way Ominis’ slightly lengthier cock felt inside you, but there was something about the way Sebastian stretched you that felt like utter bliss. You were only slightly embarrassed to be moaning his name before he even started moving. He brings his hand down on your ass one more time as he begins thrusting hard and quick, his thighs slapping against you, his grip on your thighs hard enough to bruise. You bend your head as he continues, moaning softly, now realizing why Sebastian wanted Ominis in front of you. He must have the perfect view of the two of you. With your head buried in Ominis’ hip, you both knew it would only be a matter of time before your hand came up to stroke his cock. You curse under your breath, sometimes hating how well Sebastian knew you. Sebastian lets out a low groan as you take Ominis into your hand, unable to resist the temptation.

“That’s my girl, my little slut.” He chuckles but his tone holds nothing but love and devotion for you. “Stroke his cock, MC. Is it everything you imagined it would be?”

Though he was pounding into you hard, making it difficult to think about anything else, you knew from experience he expected an answer. “It’s better. Bigger than I thought it would be, I like the curve it has...Fuck, Sebastian, that feels so gooood.”

“Your pussy feels amazing, Princess, so slick from Ominis’ cum. Come here, I want you closer.”

You let go of Ominis’ cock, his quiet moaning stopping with a sigh, pushing yourself up as Sebastians arm wraps around your torso, pulling you to him. His other hand leaves your hip, tangling in your hair, pulling your head back onto his shoulder. He leans down, sucking at your neck as he speaks to you, his thrusting slowing only a little.

“Are you glad we did this, love? Me too. Should we do it again? I agree.” He raises his head, smirking at the large red mark already blooming on your neck.

“And you, Ominis?” You both look at him, stroking his cock to the sounds of your fucking, clearly enjoying himself, a large grin on his face.

“If you’ll have me, I would love nothing more, my dears.” Still holding his wand aloft, he waits patiently as Sebastian untangles his limbs from you, pausing his thrusting, much to your disappointment.

“Come here and kiss us, Ominis.” At his words you stretch out your arm to pull him to you. When he is steady in front of you, Sebastian leans forward to kiss him, whispering “Of course we want you” against his lips.

“We��re really doing this, aren’t we. There’ll be no going back now, I suppose, not that I want to go back.” Ominis’ voice shakes a little as he speaks and you bring your hand up to cup his cheek.

“We’re really doing this, Ominis.” You lean in to kiss him, the kiss somehow making it feel official.

“Right, now that we’ve settled that, do you mind if I finally cum in you, MC? I thought we should talk things over before the post-orgasm haze overtakes us, but I can’t hold it in much longer.” He kisses your cheek as he begins his hard thrusting again, not waiting for an answer, his arms wrapping around you.

You pull Ominis back to you for more kisses as Sebastian pounds into you, your moans getting lost in his mouth. As Sebastians pace begins to falter, his head on your shoulder, you break away from Ominis.

“Cum for me, Sebastian, cum inside your princess.”

He lets out a deep groan at your words, letting go as his orgasm rocks through him, your name coming from him in a high-pitched whine, the highest you’ve ever heard from him.

“Fuck, Sebastian, I’ve never heard you hit that note before.”

“I wanted Ominis to have you all to himself the first time, but the waiting nearly killed me, watching you with him only making it worse. I’m going to be more involved from the get go from now on, Ominis.”

He was breathing heavily on your shoulder, still squeezing you to him, planting small kisses on your skin. “You’re so sexy, Princess. I love you. I know you didn’t finish, but I’ve got to lie down. Give me five minutes and I’ll have you coming on my tongue. Did I mention I love you?” He pulls out of you and falls onto the bed next to you. You gently push Ominis down the opposite way of Sebastian, before crawling in between them, the three of you snuggling close together.

“So, you call her Princess?”

You let out a laugh as Sebastians face grew red, thinking it an odd thing to be embarrassed about after everything that just happened.

“Yes, Ominis, I do. Because that’s what she is. My goddamn princess.”

“Well, your goddamn princess is ready to cum again, so let's go, Sebastian.”

“Something else to know about MC, Ominis, she’s insatiable just like me. You’re in for a wild ride with us.”

“I’m starting to realize that, Sebastian, and I’m more than ready for it.”

#sebastian x mc x ominis #ominis x mc x sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis smut #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sharing is caring

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kthulhu42 · 6 months

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After high school, I started working for women's refuge. I worked with abused, distressed, angry women. Some of whom had substance addiction. Some were fleeing with their children. Some had nothing but the clothes on their backs. Some were badly wounded and didn't want to seek treatment. A lot of them had been raped. All of them were scared.

We had processes to keep the safe houses safe. We had to make sure we weren't followed. We had to deal with men who were angry that they no longer had access to their victims. We constantly went along as personal advocates with women who needed to give statements to the police.

We helped women get to clinics when their partners were trying to deny them access to Reproductive medicine.

We helped women leave the sex industry, which was rife with drugs, violence and coercion.

We helped. But here I am, on tumblr dot com, with a bunch of young libfems telling me that I'm evil, that I've never done anything good, that I'm not a "real" feminist. Because I believe in the reality of oppression based on sex.

I worked so hard, and saw so much during my time, that I burnt out. I was horrified. I was scared. I was scared that when I went to work I would catch the attention of an angry, violent man, and what he could do to me, or any of the women I wanted to protect. I was disheartened every time I knew a woman was slowly deciding to go back to a horrible man. I was angry every time I had to bandage up a woman who was telling me that "he didn't really want to hit me, it's my fault".

And I'm supposed to just forget that now? I'm supposed to ignore all the historical and contemporary violence committed by males, the sexual abuse, the child abuse, the financial control, the belittling, the aggression. Because if I speak out about misogyny it's mean? It hurts the feelings of males, and males who feel like they aren't males, and want access to women's spaces and opportunities?

After the oppression and violence we've faced, to fight for our own spaces away from our abusers is mean?

You know what is mean? Making a crying sex worker dance on broken glass while you masturbate. You know what is mean? Violently abusing the woman you married for years. You know what is mean? Messaging a girl on a dating app, and when she rejects you, you send her a tirade of misogynistic abuse. You know what is mean? Making and accessing entire genres of pornography that dehumanise women, and make them feel sexually broken. You know what is mean? Telling lesbian women that their sexuality is harmful and hateful.

You know what is mean?

Refusing to allow women to have opportunities, events, and spaces to be safe, joyful, free, and female.

That's mean.

#sexism #radblr #terfblr #radical feminism #gender critical #radical feminists do interact #terfsafe #women's rights #female separatism

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jihyocentric · 2 months

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domestic nahyo! this is 5.1k words so have fun :)

as a result to finding out jihyo was expecting their second baby, and that everyone knew but her, nayeon spends an hour without talking to her wife.

nayeon would decidedly give jihyo the cold shoulder — if she wasn’t rashly dismissing the fact that that was jihyo she was trying to be upset with. jihyo, her wife, who nayeon couldn’t bear not to have in her arms to sleep every night, who gave her the most precious gifts she could have earned, and who nayeon has loved dearly with her entire being from the very moment they met until now.

as was foreseeable, nayeon couldn’t, and didn’t want to ignore jihyo, although jihyo did deserve silent treatment at that time. what even would nayeon do if she couldn’t talk? she wanted to talk more, talk to her wife about them, about their growing yet small family, and, wholeheartedly, she wanted to confess to jihyo what jihyo knew back to front: nayeon loved her. deeply, endlessly, without rest to her poor heart — which was about to burst upon receiving the news.

there was another baby on their way to their lives. an extension of the love nayeon has impulsively nurtured over the years for jihyo. so, how could nayeon ignore, or even be angry, when jihyo, despite hiding it from her, carried the extension of them? nayeon can’t resist her, and then all it takes for jihyo to make her speak again is the sweet promise that, if nayeon talked to her, she’d receive an even sweeter apology. of course jihyo appeals to nayeon’s weaknesses: her voice drips like honey against nayeon’s ear, and she’s beautiful. dolled up for nayeon, because nayeon deserved it. an hour without hearing nayeon’s voice had been just enough for jihyo to get ready for her.

moving backwards, to when nayeon had deafeningly rushed down the stairs with jisoo in her lap, nayeon was thrilled. she had cried and hugged jihyo tightly then, squishing jisoo between them, and only stopping when their angry baby (she definitely got that from jihyo, nayeon thinks) bit her. the pain was, in no way, felt by nayeon, who was numbed by sheer happiness. still, nayeon pulled away, only so to avoid jisoo from biting her again, as the grown baby’s tiny bunny teeth had already left scars on her before.

it was only after putting jisoo to bed that nayeon suddenly gave jihyo the cold shoulder.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

jisoo is fast asleep at that time, and the both of them were ready for bed. words don’t instantly come out from jihyo at nayeon’s grumble of a question, instead she presses her lips to nayeon’s puffed cheek and straddles her, perching on her lap prettily, because that was what she had promised nayeon she would do. give her a sweet, sweet apology that would make nayeon feel everything — but betrayed.

“should i be honest?” jihyo’s head tilts slightly to the side, like the angle was better to inspect nayeon’s face. it wasn’t, jihyo convinces herself it was, but she was all but preening for nayeon, with her hair down and big, doe eyes staring into nayeon’s. both devilish desire and intrinsic innocence were in jihyo’s eyes — she was beautiful, even without makeup. especially without makeup. nayeon loved to stare at her bare face, instantly fixated on the mole at the center of jihyo’s nose.

“yes. why does everyone know? even soo knew before me!” nayeon grunts, irritated. or she pretends to be — she definitely does, jihyo knows, because nayeon’s hands on her waist are as soft as they always were, showing no signs of imminent anger. nayeon is exhilarated. “it’s not fair, ji, they got to meet our baby before i did.”

jihyo is left out of words then, taken aback. “im nayeon,” jihyo calls. she exhales, the corners of her mouth raising in a subtle smile. “you are so cute.”

as quick as a blink, nayeon forgets about the main topic of their conversation. “well, that’s obvious.” nayeon brags, her ego hitting the sky at jihyo’s smallest praise. instead of rigid, the way her body had stayed when she was aiming for a serious talk with jihyo, nayeon becomes soft, arms readily encircling jihyo’s thin waist. “you fell for me because i’m cute.”

“no.” jihyo promptly denies. that too, im nayeon, jihyo thinks. if jihyo wasn’t ready for something else, something other than the pillow talk — that could happen later — she would’ve told nayeon that she was, in fat, the most incredible person she’d ever met. not to feed nayeon’s already big ego, but because nayeon was, truly, the best person in her life. but the pregnancy hormones were starting to be a bother, and jihyo almost can’t hold herself back when nayeon frowns and her bottom lip sticks out. nayeon was so cute that it aroused her. “i fell for you because of this.”

nayeon groans, not expecting jihyo to palm her so abruptly over her pants. looking down, nayeon confirms that jihyo’s hand was there. she was feeling the tight grip well enough, but looking at it seemed to make the feeling even better.

“ah, that’s a lie!” nayeon pulls away, hands finding support on the mattress, right behind her. the way she poses makes jihyo fall again — because, as shameful as it was, she loved how convinced nayeon was, how much of a show-off she could be, charmingly arrogant on that matter. with a sly smile and her tongue between her teeth, nayeon looked like a dream. “you said ‘i love you’ way before you even saw it.”

“did i?” jihyo asks as she makes her way off nayeon’s lap. nayeon doesn’t have to answer her question, it is nothing but jihyo’s way to dismiss the sudden topic, but as jihyo kneels in front of nayeon, nayeon thinks about many ways she could proudly tell jihyo that her cock was great, but she had definitely fallen for her cuteness first.

the answer never comes out, because soon the very subject of their conversation is in jihyo’s mouth, making nayeon forget once again where they should have been going with their late night talk — what was once a discussion about pregnancy. it doesn’t matter anyway, because nayeon would rather have her cock sucked, keeping her eyes on jihyo’s with rapture as she received her deserved apology.

so far, their youngest baby was doing well, resting calmly in their warm nest, not giving jihyo any trouble. compared to when she was pregnant with jisoo, not a lot had changed. the baby growing in her womb didn’t seem like they were going to be troublesome, and jihyo hoped things stayed like that until the end — she was still prepared for further turbulences, pregnancy was unpredictable, but up to that point, both jihyo and their baby were getting along well.

with pregnancy, some things change for the better, while other things leave jihyo with mixed feelings. if nayeon was already overly protective over her, it gets twice as worse. it’s cute, jihyo wouldn’t contest, receiving nayeon’s calls randomly throughout her days, having nayeon constantly checking up on her, wanting to be sure that jihyo was doing well, that the both of them were doing well. at times it becomes a nuisance: when nayeon forgets jihyo had already been there and that she knew how to take care of herself.

‘so far, so good’ is what jihyo answers as a reflex when she is asked about her pregnancy. the things that bothered her, she kept to herself and to nayeon, though some of her worries were still be sealed for herself only.

it was still too early to tell if her body was going to change the way it did with jisoo. jihyo worried, not about the eventual stretch marks that would appear on certain spots of her body or the weight gain, but about how she would feel when those things became her reality again. she wasn’t prepared for another baby — her body was, jihyo had never felt more whole, sincerely fulfilled with her small family, but the pregnancy was still sudden, and jihyo still had a lot to think about her current situation.

it’s overthinking, jihyo knows, she should be happy, and she was happy. at the same time, small things about their routine start to bother her.

the first time it happens, jihyo is dressing jisoo up for a birthday party, while she herself is wearing what she deemed being rags. the twins had been invited by a friend, and the chances of them going without their best friend jisoo were shallow — it was even better if they could bring more kids, the parent organizing the party had told jeongyeon.

“baby,” jihyo calls, gentle as she brushed jisoo’s hair. to jihyo’s relief, jisoo enjoyed having her hair at a shoulder length, short enough for jihyo not to have a hard time brushing it, but long enough for it to be styled diversely. “will you want pigtail braids or buns?”

jisoo is teetering between jihyo’s knees, standing just like nayeon — unable to keep still. jihyo had tried to convince her to sit down on a chair, with the argument that it would be better for brushing her hair and styling it, but jisoo was full of energy early in the morning. she’d been babbling to jihyo about what she and the twins had been up to at school while still deciding if she wanted her mom’s lap or to stand up and keep swaying back and forth.

“buns.” jisoo answers shortly after being interrupted in her little vent about how kyungwan, no, wannie, had learned how to fish after a camping trip with his moms and beom, and that she wanted to learn too. “why don’t we go camping too? mama told me you used to do that a lot, but you never took me with you!”

jihyo laughs, sensing jisoo’s pout despite not being able to see her face. “we did. you were an even smaller baby back then.”

jihyo wonders if she should break it to jisoo that they couldn’t fish at all. maybe nayeon would attempt to learn if jisoo really wanted it, but there were other activities, easier ones, that jisoo could engage with when they were camping, especially now that she had grown. she’d grown only a tiny bit since they last went camping, but a considerable bit. enough to help on basic tasks.

“can we go again?”

jihyo frowns at what she’s looking at — she could have sworn she’d do a better job with the buns, but while one looked perfect, the other bun wasn’t coming out the way she wanted.

“we can, baby. i bet your mama wants to go too. it’s been so long,” jihyo sighs, knowing that she wouldn’t achieve perfection for as long as jisoo kept standing unsteadily. “can you sit on mommy’s lap, baby?”

jihyo eventually gets what she wants, and jisoo looks like the cutest baby jihyo had ever seen — and the fact that she was her baby had nothing to do with it. even jeongyeon melted when jihyo showed up at the party with jisoo, and she only didn’t squish jihyo’s baby and filled her with kisses because jihyo didn’t want jeongyeon to ruin her hard work.

nayeon wasn’t there with them because she had to work. it wasn’t often that jihyo got a lighter schedule than nayeon, and jihyo wasn’t acquainted with hanging out with other parents. not as much as nayeon was, at least. perhaps she should have let jeongyeon take jisoo along with the twins and avoided the party, because it’s then, when they’re already there, that jihyo realizes that all of the other kids’ moms were terribly well dressed for a kid’s party, while jihyo had barely any makeup on her face and wore the simplest clothes she could find.

that is not what jeongyeon pays attention to, or anyone else but jihyo.

how the moms holding their newborns looked pretty, dolled up even, when jihyo hasn’t thought about ‘looking pretty’ in a while. what shouldn’t be a problem becomes one when jihyo realizes it had been weeks since she last wore makeup, which was something she liked to do, but had neglected because her time was short. impulsively, she had been paying more attention to jisoo, nayeon and her worries to realize that she had been repeating a situation that had already happened — when was pregnant with jisoo.

jeongyeon’s voice takes her back to the party. jihyo, who once had been quiet and observant, stuck in her own thoughts, looks at her friend, who had made her a question.

“for how long do you think she is going to take that bunny everywhere with her?” jeongyeon sounds interestingly curious as she looks at jisoo, who was playing with the twins and the birthday kid.

jihyo’s worries are no longer there when she catches her baby with a concentrated frown, small knuckles squeezing the blue bunny hard by its ears. jisoo was starting to hate losing, indicating jihyo and nayeon’s failure as mothers on that matter, but she looked adorable when she was upset with her scores. memory games have never looked so thrilling as it did when jisoo was playing them.

jihyo smiles, both at jeongyeon’s question and because of jisoo. “until nayeon gives her another bunny.”

it’s christmas when the first week of jihyo’s fourth month of pregnancy is starting.

at the living room of the house of the ims, there was jihyo and jeongyeon, who were both taking care of the decoration. at some point, jeongyeon asks to see how her youngest niece, or nephew, was doing, and so there jihyo was: standing with her (nayeon’s) hoodie lifted up to her ribs, showing jeongyeon her growing (barely) tummy.

“it’s uncomfortably small.” jeongyeon rants, kneeling in front of jihyo, face to face with her bare tummy. she doesn’t touch it, instead inspects it, like jihyo had an odd irregularity, doomed to having small bumps during her pregnancies. the cooing makes jihyo embarrassed and her lower lip puffs out — out of everything jeongyeon could have brought up to poke fun at her, she uses the one thing jihyo can’t control. “are you sure they’re im nayeon’s baby? they’re so shy!”

“did you come early to make fun of my bump again?” jihyo lets out a huff of an answer, covering her stomach again. she watches as jeongyeon gets up, with an annoying smile, and almost bites jeongyeon’s hand when she reaches for her head, patting it softly, proudly, tender in a way that makes jihyo lose the pout.

“that was one of my goals,” jeongyeon teases. she leaves one last pat at the top of jihyo’s head, like jihyo was a baby cat who had done an adorable thing and deserved praises and pets. she’s like that because jihyo is pregnant, surely. jeongyeon definitely wouldn’t be that soft otherwise. it was not like she found jihyo genuinely cute and deserving of such treatment. “i think you’re becoming an adult, park.”

jihyo crosses her arms under her chest, eyes narrowing as she studies jeongyeon’s face, searching for any hints of sarcasm.

“i’m 30.” jihyo replies, categorically. there is a box with the decoration left sitting on the ground. jihyo kneels and searches for tree ornaments inside the box, and soon golden and white decoration is suddenly thrown at jeongyeon. “do something useful, yoo jeongyeon.”

nighttime arrives along with sana and tzuyu, who were the last guests to make their appearance at jihyo and nayeon’s house.

they didn’t always have their friends around on christmas, but that year jihyo figured dahyun and mina would like to have them around at that date. with that, she also invited the rest of her friends. thankfully, nayeon was too busy with dahyun and mina’s baby to pay attention to the fact that she was, once again, in the same room as minatozaki sana.

“how can she be so calm with you?” dahyun lets out a frustrated noise. kazuha had been irritated since the night had arrived, refusing to eat but pouting at the discomfort of sheer hunger. not even mina managed to get her to feed and they were starting to worry, until nayeon became aware of their problem and solved it as easily as she did everything else.

“she just loves auntie nayeon,” nayeon brags.

nayeon is standing as she keeps kazuha held firmly with one arm, the other guiding a bottle filled with warm milk to the baby’s hungry mouth, cooing at the little sounds kazuha made of content, lips wide as she smiled. nayeon had missed that experience — she thinks about jisoo, remembering the time when jisoo was as small as kazuha, her chest burning when she realizes that she would soon have that again in her life.

“no, i’m serious, unnie, what did you do to make her like this?!” dahyun asks, almost desperately. kazuha looks at her mom while vigorously sucking the silicon material at the top of the bottle that replaced mina as a food source, unaware of dahyun’s frustration, enjoying being held by nayeon so much that she accepted the food.

“i’m just too good, hyunie.” nayeon boasts about her baby whisperer abilities, laughing when dahyun lets her body weight fall fully against the couch, releasing what would be the cutest ‘unnie!’ nayeon had ever heard if it wasn’t for jihyo. “all you need to do is hold her right. as a fluent speaker of the baby language, i can translate what this little girl was whining about to you earlier. it went something like this: ‘mom, quit being a dumbass and hold me like pretty auntie nayeon does!’”

mina laughs, resting on the couch next to dahyun — she’d been quietly watching their interaction. mina earns a frown from dahyun, and in order to make up for laughing at nayeon’s silly antics, she holds dahyun’s hand, kissing her temple softly after muttering a small apology.

“do you want to hold her?” nayeon offers before dahyun gets to sulk, despite not really wanting to let go of the baby in her arms. as kazuha was dahyun and mina’s, the question had to be made, but if nayeon could, she’d gladly borrow kazuha for until jihyo was in labor.

“won’t it bother her?” dahyun asks, reluctant after spending minutes trying to get kazuha to feed. “she looks so peaceful.”

nayeon shakes her head. “she will be fine. come on, stand up.”

while nayeon busies herself giving mina and dahyun the ultimate baby guide, at another corner of the room, jisoo is distracted with jeongyeon, momo, tzuyu and the twins — much to nayeon’s relief, because jisoo could be jealous when it came to her or jihyo with other kids, unless they were interacting with the twins.

jihyo is talking to sana somewhere else, not joining the others, because sana had questions for her. they were mostly about pregnancy, like sana was trying to get her information from the best person, but jihyo was far from being an expert regardless of having had jisoo and being currently pregnant.

what was once an in-depth conversation about what pregnancy felt like and how it affected her physically turns into jihyo sharing worries about having a depressive episode again. with sana, jihyo can talk about it without being pushed to tell nayeon whatever she was feeling, unlike jeongyeon, who would make jihyo open up. jeongyeon would do it only for jihyo’s best, of course, but sana allows jihyo to talk before she gets to say anything, which jihyo appreciates.

“i’m trying to prevent that from happening,” jihyo explains, trying to find the right words to express what she felt. “i’m not bothered with anything right now, because this time i was able to detect my mistake soon. like, a couple of weeks ago i was getting lazy with things i like to do, so i watched out for that, and i’m no longer forgetting to take care of myself too.”

“so there’s nothing wrong, right?” sana asks, careful as if she was dealing with a bomb that could burst at any second. nobody except nayeon knew what it was like when jihyo was at her worst while pregnant with jisoo, but their friends knew that it had a lot of impact on her. so sana is careful because she’s afraid of the answer she could get. her kind hand squeezes jihyo’s shoulder, as if giving her support, encouraging her to talk.

“nothing is wrong.” jihyo replies, her answer carrying certainty, honest as she speaks. “it’s just hard to think about the past knowing it could happen again. i don’t want to go through that again.”

“you won’t,” sana assures. like a magnet, she hugs jihyo. it’s as protective as when she hugs tzuyu, because that was sana’s way to comfort people. jihyo nods in her embrace, trusting everything sana told her. “it’s normal to worry, but you shouldn’t keep thinking about that. just keep being jihyo and you will be fine. and talk to nayeon. always.”

“it’s hard,” jihyo lets out a whine of an answer. “she will be worried too.”

“that’s what a wife is for,” sana pulls away, with a smile on her face. “better than anyone else, you know nayeon would want you to share what you’re feeling with her. so do that.”

jihyo sighs in defeat, about to say something when she feels a pair of arms around her waist. it was nayeon, of course. jihyo knew by heart.

“do what?” nayeon asks, holding jihyo protectively in her arms.

sana bites her lip mischievously before answering. “leave you and marry me, im nayeon.”

nayeon frowns at that, attempting to let go of jihyo, but jihyo grips nayeon’s arms before she gets to intimidate sana. “jihyo!”

“sana, i think tzuyu is calling you.” jihyo says, ignoring nayeon’s irritated whine. sana winks over nayeon’s direction before she leaves, and only when she joins the other girls does jihyo lets nayeon set herself free. “she was just playing around. it’s christmas, don’t sulk, im nayeon.”

“you let her tease me but you don’t let me fight back.” nayeon mutters grumpily, circling jihyo’s waist with her arms again once jihyo turns around to face her. “you’re lucky i’m madly in love with you, or else i’d be hurt.”

“i am very lucky.” jihyo bumps her nose into nayeon’s. her arms found themselves wrapped around nayeon’s neck the moment she was embraced by her, like it was her body’s nature to be with nayeon in that way. “will you build gingerbread houses with me, unnie?”

nayeon feels like her heart wouldn’t resist and erupt in her chest the longer she stared at jihyo and her big, starry eyes, which blinked adorably to persuade her. the sweet question is followed by a word she hasn’t heard from jihyo in way too long. unnie. jihyo does that on purpose, in order to make nayeon susceptible to be easily manipulated, and nayeon doesn’t attempt to fight it.

“i’ll do anything with you, babygirl.” nayeon relents.

“unnie,” jihyo does it again.

it’s late then and their friends were already gone — nayeon had a hard time giving a sleepy jisoo a shower, and she only did it because jihyo wouldn’t let her baby sleep unless she was clean. as a reward for her hard work, nayeon able to join the jihyo in the bathtub.

jihyo’s back is against nayeon’s front. there’s a silly duck floating on the water of their bathtub because nayeon had mistakenly taken it to their bathroom instead of putting it somewhere else to dry. jihyo was entertained with the toy, so nayeon wasn’t bothered enough to take it out of the water, letting jihyo stare at it as she rubbed her tummy.

the warmth is comfortable — the water is warmer than nayeon expected it to be, and allowing her muscles to relax felt like a prize. having jihyo in her arms made it all better, truly the best alternative to taking a shower by herself.

none of them wanted to leave the cozy place and jihyo didn’t want to disturb their silence, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep unless she spoke to nayeon about a certain topic. so jihyo moves her hands to nayeon’s knees. she’d been sitting snugly against nayeon, between her legs and the tender touch makes nayeon lay a kiss over her head.

“unnie, we need to talk.”

nayeon sighs. the tone jihyo uses leads nayeon to think she might have done something wrong — it’s the same voice she uses when she has to talk to jisoo about her behavior.

“before you say anything, i didn’t mean to snub momo and jeongyeon’s house,” nayeon refers to when they were playing with shaped biscuits and candy earlier, building their gingerbread houses. “i know you don’t like it when i, uhh… teach? these things to jisoo. but they were making fun of our house too!”

jihyo can hardly stop herself from laughing. what nayeon says takes her by surprise, as she didn’t remember nayeon saying or doing anything bad towards their friends — nayeon had just turned herself in, willingly. but jihyo doesn’t lose her focus.

“it’s not about that.” jihyo reassures. only then, jihyo notices nayeon had tensed up upon her call, because nayeon relaxes once she knows she’s not going to be scolded. “i wanted to tell you…” jihyo stops, and reformulates what she wanted to say. “share with you something that you should know.”

“is everything alright?” is the first thing nayeon asks, moving back just slightly to fix her posture. jihyo lays her head against nayeon’s shoulder, the position too comfortable for her to change it.

“mhm. it is. i figured i should tell you that i was feeling down recently,” jihyo continues. nayeon’s hand on her belly makes her feel safe to say anything — and it’s not like she’d ever not be safe with nayeon, but feeling nayeon that close, protecting her diligently, encouraged jihyo to speak. “i noticed that i was keeping myself busy with work, and jisoo, and you, so much that i was starting to stop doing basic things that i like to do.”

“baby,” nayeon says suddenly, tensing up again.

“it’s not what you’re thinking.” jihyo says in a hurry. she is forced to change her position to sit on nayeon’s lap, because that would be the only way she’d be able to look at her. there was nothing but care in nayeon’s eyes, jihyo observes as she fixes herself in a better position. “i’m talking to you about this because, in the future, i might forget that this pregnancy isn’t everything there is about me. i need you to check up on me, make sure i won’t go back to that place.”

nayeon nods, like she was letting jihyo know she understood her. nayeon was still concerned, her face no longer relaxed the way it was before. “are you sure that’s all?”

“that’s all.” jihyo answers sincerely. “nayeon, i don’t need you to worry.” warm fingers find themselves against nayeon’s neck, thumbs supporting nayeon’s chin, making nayeon look at her. “what i need is for you to make sure i won’t stop being me.” jihyo sighs, frustrated when she can’t find better words to tell nayeon to take care of her. “just… be im nayeon and make sure i’m park jihyo.”

“im jihyo.” nayeon corrects.

“im jihyo.” jihyo gives in. “do you understand what i’m trying to say?”

nayeon knows exactly what jihyo is trying to communicate to her — she will still be worried, that’s how nayeon was when it came to jihyo, but she wouldn’t let her worries consume her. that was just what nayeon was. she made things easy, which was exactly what jihyo needed in her life. someone to look at things from a brighter perspective.

nayeon lets out an agreeing hum. “do not worry. praise the babygirl. encourage her to do the activities she likes.” she makes a list, counting on her fingers the tasks she had to complete starting from that moment.

“that’s a way to put it.” jihyo smiles softly. “i love you, nayeon.”

“not more than i love you.” nayeon mutters, inching forward to kiss jihyo’s lips — she knows that once jihyo pulls away, they’d argue about who loved the other more, so nayeon makes the kiss longer, drowning in the sweetness of jihyo’s lips when there’s nobody (but a goofy yellow duck on the water) to witness it.

“minji.” nayeon says, suddenly, when they’re in bed and ready to bid their goodbyes to christmas. “i want our baby to be called minji.”

jihyo shakes her head in disapproval, her head against nayeon’s chest. the baby bump hardly prevents her from cuddling snugly with nayeon — what jeongyeon liked to constantly remind jihyo was true, it was small, barely noticeable, but the baby was healthy regardless of that.

“no. we already have a ‘ji’.” jihyo argues.

“but i like the ji!” nayeon whines. “how about yunjin?”

“we can have the yun, but not the ji again!” jihyo says, fatally determined. “what about yuna?” jihyo suggests. “wait… why are we fighting over girl names if you wanted a boy?”

“we need to think about two names. so if they’re a girl, i want them to be called either minji. or yunjin. oh, how about kyujin? i like that one! there’s also jiwoo…” nayeon rambles as fast as she possibly can, excited with the idea of collecting ‘ji’s in her life. “if they’re a boy, his name can be just jin! or jinyoung, if we want something more elaborated. woojin is another option…”

jihyo yawns, giving up on her attempt to keep up with nayeon’s blabber.

“now you’re just copying my name. and jisoo’s. jiwoo? be a little original, im nayeon.” jihyo mumbles, closing her eyes after giving nayeon her last reply.

“but i don’t like the yeon variants.” nayeon grumbles, fingers lost in jihyo’s hair as she caressed her scalp. she pouts, knowing it would be hard to convince jihyo to name their baby with the ji as an integrant syllable, but she wouldn’t give up. “just think about how cute it would be if we had a baby ji. you’re my jiji, jisoo is a mini ji, and the baby… are you sleeping?”

nayeon pokes at jihyo’s waist, receiving no answers from jihyo. all nayeon hears is the sound of her calm breathing, indicating that jihyo had, in fact, fallen asleep while she was talking to her. nayeon’s pout is even bigger then — she feels like jihyo is betraying her when jihyo doesn’t hear the things she wanted to say until the end, though it was only her fault, because she could never be straightforward, and jihyo was the only person patient enough to listen to her.

nayeon decides that she’d bring the conversation to the table again once they woke up, committed to the idea of naming their second baby after the first syllable of jihyo’s name.

#nayeon #jeongyeon #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #nahyo #satzu #mihyun #jeongmo #if you squint #domestic!nahyo #sfw-ish #non rq #forgive me if there's a mistake with the timing of the events or mina and dahyun's baby bc i totally forgot if i had named their daughter #i'm bad at remembering things.#correct me if her name is wrong but i'll keep it as kazuha regardless of any mistakes from now on!

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Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 4

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: violence, smut (oral - f receiving)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

You sat on the edge of Alex's bed, remaining completely silent and as still as a statue as Alexa and Miles practically tore his room apart, trying to find clothes that would fit you. Although his room looked exactly like yours, his closet and chest of drawers had been tailored to his exact tastes and were filled with entirely different clothes that were all too big and too fancy. You couldn't help but marvel at how many different suits that man had.

"He has joggers," Alexa finally announced, practically yanking a pair of black joggers from one of the drawers. She tossed them onto the bed, careful to not hit you with them, and resumed her search for a suitable top.

Emerging from the closet, Miles groaned. "What kind of sick bastard doesn't even have a comfortable tee to wear?"

"The kind of sick bastard that builds a hotel on the moon," you mumbled, hugging your arms a little tighter against your chest. You'd been in that position for the last fifteen minutes, at least. Your arm was now wrapped up in bandages, and the bleeding had stopped, but there was still a dull ache reverberating from the wounds.

“Fuckin’ finally!” Miles exclaimed, taking a plain white tee from Alexa. He held it out to you, seemingly for approval, and you nodded quickly. You were desperate to get out of your dress; it was pretty, but now it only reminded you of the terrible events that had just unfolded. “I’ll step out.” He handed the shirt back to Alexa. “Just holler if you need me.”

You watched as he opened the door, stepped out, then shut it behind him. You glanced over at Alexa, who gave you the same warm smile she had in the lift. “Can you stand up?” she asked. “Let’s get that damned dress off of you.”

You stood and turned, facing the door as Alexa walked the short distance to you. You felt her hands land on the back of your dress, and you felt one of her rings brush against your back as she began unzipping the dress. Miraculously, you’d been able to get it zipped up on your own before the party, so you knew you could do it yourself; you appreciated the help that you were being offered, though, and you didn’t say a word. When the zipper hit the bottom, you wriggled your way out of the tulle straps that had rested around your shoulders and let the dress hit the floor. You stepped out of the circle of fabric, then turned once more to face Alexa as she passed the white tee over to you.

You got changed relatively quickly, and Alexa even gave you a pair of black socks she’d found in one of the drawers. You thanked her quietly; you’d always been abnormally particular about not letting things touch your feet, and the thought of some hidden particle or crumb being buried in Alex’s carpet for you to find unsettled you. The joggers were a little loose and a little long, but pulling them up to your waist and a tug of the drawstrings did the trick. You even knotted the drawstrings to be sure the joggers wouldn’t come off in the middle of the night.

Not long after you were dressed and sitting on the edge of Alex’s bed again, the door all but swung open to reveal him. He didn’t look as angry as he had before, but it was clear he wasn’t perfectly calm, either. When his eyes landed on you, though, his expression seemed to soften a bit. He quickly looked over at Alexa and nodded once. “Thank you for helping.”

“Girls have to help girls,” she said with a small shrug, smiling at you again. It seemed there’d been an unspoken request in Alex’s words, for within the next few seconds, she was across the room and out the door.

Alex gently shut the door, then turned to look at you again, letting out a heavy sigh. He walked over slowly, his footsteps muffled against the carpet. When he reached you, he sat down beside you, careful to leave a little bit of space between the two of you. He stared down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. His jaw shifted, much as James’ had, but even when its movements ceased, no words came out. You decided to take the initiative. “What happened?”

“I almost beat the fuck out of him,” he mumbled, reaching up to scratch at his chin. He still wouldn’t look at you. “I asked him what you could’ve possibly done to warrant being injured, and at first, he didn’t answer. When I threatened to throw him out of the airlock and let him suffocate, though, he was quick to start talking.” He let out a low, wry chuckle. “He knew his connections and status couldn’t save him out here.”

He finally looked at you, letting his hands rest limply between his legs, which were spread apart- the way they always were, if he didn’t have them neatly crossed. Your own hands were nestled between your thighs. His expression was unreadable, something you found almost painful. “He said you’d rejected him,” he murmured. “He’d tried to be nice, but you weren’t.”

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. You hadn’t anticipated Alex believing him. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammered out, “I wasn’t trying to-”

He shook his head, making you shut up instantly. “I knew he was full of shite.” He visibly hesitated before reaching over and resting his hand on your knee. His touch was light, giving you plenty of room to move your leg if you were uncomfortable; you didn’t, though. You quite liked how borderline comforting his touch felt. “What really happened, Y/N?”

His thumb began to trace small circles against your knee, crumpling up the fabric of his joggers and then smoothing it back out. You took a minute or two to try and find the right words to explain what had happened, and he waited patiently. “I rejected him,” you finally said, “because I wasn’t interested.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Alex’s thumb, and in your periphery, you saw him nod. “Then what happened?”

“He asked if it was because of you.”

His thumb stopped in its tracks. “Me?”

You nodded. There was a lump trying to form in your throat, although you had no idea why. “He asked if he wasn’t good enough for me because I wanted to be with you instead. Then he … he accused me of having sex with you.”

Alex let out a breath, and his hand lifted from your knee, returning to his lap. You could see both of his hands clenching into fists, then relaxing, then clenching again, as if he was trying not to punch something. It continued for what felt like an eternity, but had really been no more than a couple of minutes. When he finally spoke again, his voice was low. “I’m getting him sent back to Earth.”

That wasn’t what you’d anticipated him saying. “What?”

“For my sake and everyone else’s. God knows he’ll probably try to pull that shit with someone else … and if I have to keep seeing his stupid fucking face for the rest of this trip, I’m throwing him outside and letting him die.”

You remained quiet, understanding where Alex’s rage came from. It was a poorly timed feeling, but your stomach fluttered a little at the thought that he was so upset on your behalf. It made you wonder if James was telling the truth. A sigh escaped him, and he turned his head to look at you. “You look exhausted,” he mumbled.

You shrugged. “This isn’t so bad, really. Just an average shift.”

He chuckled and nodded, but then his expression slipped back into one of concern. “You should rest,” he said quietly. “You can sleep here for the night.”

“I really shouldn’t-“

“Y/N.” He gave you a look, then jerked his head in the direction of the rest of his bed. “Rest.” It was less of a suggestion and more of a command, and although you knew sleeping in his room was probably a terrible idea, you were absolutely exhausted. It hadn’t hit you until now; knowing you were finally away from the danger of before, your body came out of fight-or-flight mode and adrenaline was no longer coursing through your veins.

You stood and went around the bed, slipping beneath the covers on the right side. Your head hit the pillow, and you were half tempted to fall asleep right then and there; you didn’t, though. You wanted to talk to Alex for a little longer. He stood from the edge of the bed and approached the window, drawing the curtains shut. He then crossed the room and flicked the light switch, encasing you both in almost complete darkness. You could just barely hear him as he went around the bed to the other side, and you felt the mattress sink beneath his weight as he sat down beside you. He didn’t dare get under the covers with you. Mustering up the courage to say something, you asked, “Why do you wear so many suits?”

You could make out the faint tremble of his body as he silently laughed at your question. “Out of all the things you could ask, that’s what you wanna know?”

“It’s a valid question.”

“I suppose so.” There were two thumps as he kicked his shoes off, then his legs lifted, stretching out in front of him on the bed. “I just like wearing ‘em.”

“No other motives?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “Plus, I mean, I don’t think I should come into work looking like I just rolled out of bed.”

That drew a small laugh from you. “Well, your hair kind of looks the part.”

“I believe it’s fashionable to have messy hair.”

“If Miles had messy hair when he went into work, I don’t know how kindly his boss would take to it.”

“Miles is bald,” he retorted, making you both burst into laughter.

When your laughter died down and you were left in a soothing silence, you could just barely make out Alex turning his head to look down at you. “Go to sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That comforted you more than words could ever describe.

•••••

“You fucking bitch!” James yelled, lunging for you.

You were back in that accursed dress, and you didn’t know why. You were back in the main lobby, once again a part of the party, except everyone else was gone and it was just you and James. The lobby had become a sparring ring as you ducked and dodged each of James’ jabs; his hands felt more like the claws from crane machines, attempting to mercilessly dig into your skin and pull you closer. Much like the prizes in the machines, though, you evaded him every time.

“James, please!” you shouted. “Let’s talk about this!”

“I fucking knew there was something between you and him. I fucking knew it!”

“Please, just leave me alone!” Your cries fell on deaf ears. As you ran, you stepped on the bottom of your dress and tripped yourself, tumbling to the floor. You tried to scramble back up, but James was already on top of you, straddling you and squeezing your throat. You clawed at him, your nails digging into his flesh, but it did nothing.

Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around your neck, he reached down with the other and pulled a pocketknife from the pocket of his trousers. Your eyes widened in fear, and you let out choked screams as he flicked the blade out, only lifting his hand to drive the cold metal into your throat.

You shot up in Alex’s bed, gasping for air and clawing at your throat, fending off hands that weren’t there. You felt for blood; there was none. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dark room, and a few seconds longer for it to register it had all been a dream. You ran a hand through your hair as your breathing finally began to slow, although you could still feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, threatening to break free of the confines that were your body.

You looked over, expecting to see Alex, but he wasn’t there. Light slipped through the crack beneath the bathroom door, and the levels of anxiety that had been rising at the thought of not even having him for comfort quickly began to lower. You figured all you could do was sit and wait until he returned.

A couple of minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom. Before he turned the light off, you could make out his clothes and realised he was still wearing what he had been before, making you wonder if he planned to change at all that night. Probably not. He looked over at you, and concern immediately coated all of his features at the state you were in. Even in the darkness of his room, he could tell you were pale as a ghost, and despite having calmed down for the most part, he could just barely make out the fear in your eyes.

He walked back over to his side of the bed and sat beside you, not once letting his eyes leave yours. “D’you wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly. You hesitated before shaking your head, and he nodded, not saying anything else.

You both sat in silence, much as you had before you’d fallen asleep, but this one felt much more tense and awkward. The nightmare was (understandably) still gnawing at your mind, and with it, the things James had actually accused you of. Both you and Alex. Keeping your head down and staring at the blanket, you finally asked, “Is what James said about you … true?”

You heard him shift, then sigh. “Is this really what we’re gonna talk about?”

“Alex.”

“Do you want the truth?”

You lifted your head to look at him, and he was staring dead at you. You wondered if he’d looked away at all since he’d sat down. “Yeah,” you answered quietly.

He nodded and let out another sigh, finally turning his head to look away. He stared down at the blanket instead, reaching up and toying with his gold chain. Did he mean to sleep with that, too? “In some ways, yeah, he was right.” That made your heart twist in a way you weren’t used to. Had you wanted him to be right?

“What do you mean?”

“I stare at you. I always go out of my way to speak to you. I invited you here, when you’re not even a journalist. You were just … the girl that took my order. But you’ve always been so much more than that.”

Your face paled for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What?”

“I guess I’m kind of obsessed with you.” His fingers stopped, having tangled themselves up in his chain. “More than kind of,” he finally added. “I’m proper mad for you.”

For a long time, neither of you said anything. Alex remained silent, patiently waiting for your response- and what he expected to be a swift rejection- and you sat there, trying to figure out how to respond. You didn’t want to reject him; not at all. It was easy to reject James because you knew you didn’t feel anything for him, and now you were certain you never would. But … Alex?

If you were being honest with yourself (again, you did so hesitantly), he had been the highlight of every shift since he’d started frequenting the café you worked at. You always looked forward to seeing him, even if your interactions were limited and never crossed the border of politeness. You’d always been intrigued by him, wanting to get your hands on those documents of his and see his mind laid out on paper. Plus, his innate awkwardness was kind of nice, considering you were equally as awkward most of the time. He looked assured, confident, but the moment he started speaking, that seemed to go out the window.

“Your silence is making me nervous,” he mumbled, snapping you out of your internal debate. His fingers had resumed their movements, and if he fidgeted any harder, you were convinced he’d yank his chain off.

You took a moment to respond. “Why me?” was the only thing you could think to say.

He nodded, though, as if to reassure you it was a valid question. But then he said, “Why not you?” His gaze finally found yours again. “You’re always so nice to everyone, even the pricks that don’t deserve it. You’ve got the cutest smile and the sweetest laugh, and when I hear you speak, I’m convinced I’m listening to a congregation of angels.” Slowly, hesitantly, his free hand found yours, his thumb lightly pressing into your palm. “Why not you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Finally, slowly, you asked, “Can we … I don’t know … kiss or something?”

A breathy chuckle escaped him. “Or something?” he echoed, clearly amused.

Your cheeks flared red with embarrassment. “Look, I’ve never done this and I-”

He shut you up with the kiss you’d asked for. His lips were hard, almost desperate, against yours, like a man in the desert finally finding water. His hand slipped from yours and instead curled around the base of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair as he pulled you closer. For a first kiss, you thought this was pretty stellar- no pun intended.

His mouth left yours and forged a warm trail across your jaw, then onto your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and his teeth lightly nipped every so often, as if to keep you on your toes. “You’ve never done this before?” he mumbled against you.

You shuddered at the sensation it gave you and nodded. “Is that bad?”

He planted one last kiss against your neck before lifting his head to look down at you. His expression softened. “Course not. If anything, I like being your first.”

“Why?”

“Because it means no one else has touched you.” He kissed you again, somehow harder than before, and slowly pushed you down onto your back, his desire growing untamable and his mind growing cloudier. His kisses followed the same trail he’d made before, except they didn’t stop there; they moved down to your collarbone, his fingers hooking around the neckline of your tee and tugging it down so he could kiss more of your skin. Your whole body suddenly felt uncomfortably warm, and you knew it wasn’t a matter of temperature.

He readjusted his position so he was on his hands and knees, holding himself up above you. “I need you to tell me if this is okay,” he said quietly. “If you want me to stop, I will in an instant. I’m not going to fulfill my desires at the expense of your comfort.”

“It’s okay,” you said, a little too quickly. You weren’t exactly being coy about how much you wanted whatever he was about to do to you. He could sense your excitement and offered you a small smile, kissing your lips one last time before heading downwards. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it was stupid or crazy (or both) to do something so intimate with the person you’d only just confessed to; at the same time, though, you couldn’t care. Alex Turner, arguably one of the most attractive people you’d ever met, was attracted to you. You were going to ride off of that high and let it cloud your judgment for days.

You were snapped out of the trance you were in by the feeling of him pulling down your joggers. Despite it being dark and making most everything difficult to see, his eyes still widened at the sight of your underwear and the current state it was in. Your cheeks flushed.

His hands crept up to the band of your underwear and tugged, tugged, tugged until it was off of you completely. “Open your legs for me,” he murmured, pushing your legs back so your knees were in the air. You did what you were told, parting your thighs and allowing him to see your center in full. His grip on your thighs tightened a little, and he began to press kisses against your inner thighs, slowly working his way closer and closer. Your hands anxiously crumpled and smoothed out the fabric of your shirt.

After what felt like ages (you were extremely close to telling him to get on with it already), you felt his tongue press against your clit, slowly swiping up and leaving as soon as it had arrived. “Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, ducking his head back down for more. You thought he’d maybe intended to be slow at first, but if he had, that seemed to go way out the window the second he tasted you. His tongue swirled against your clit, lapped eagerly at it, and on more than one occasion, he sucked it into his mouth, making your legs twitch and your thighs clamp around his head, locking him in place. The entire time, you were moaning, and there were points where you thought he was, too.

Rarely did his tongue delve inside of you; he focused the vast majority of his attention on your clit, making you twitch and writhe on his bed. That small voice in the back of your head was still in denial that any of this was even happening; maybe it was all some crazy wet dream. Getting eaten out by the man that visited your café daily and had invited you to the fucking moon was certainly not on your bingo card this year. Still, despite those nagging doubts, the pleasure you felt slowly building up inside of you was all too real.

“Alex,” you whined, “I think I might-”

“I know, princess,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice making your hips buck. “Just relax for me.”

It was as if your body was completely under his command; your thighs did loosen around his head, but it was only momentary, and the second his tongue flicked against your clit from a certain angle, they tensed up again. His fingers began to absentmindedly massage your thighs as his mouth worked wonders on you.

You wondered if he knew you were coming before you knew, because only a few seconds before the final wave of pleasure crashed against you, the speed of his tongue increased. Your hips pressed up against his face, and even with how dark the room already was, your vision was getting darker and you thought you’d black out with how intense your orgasm was. His tongue slowed, but didn’t depart from your center until your hips finally came back down to the mattress and your body stilled.

His head lifted, and you looked at him, feeling utterly exhausted despite not doing a thing. Seeing how tired your orgasm had made you, he just smiled and pressed a kiss to your inner right thigh. “How did I do?”

“Oh my God,” you breathed. He laughed. “Do you think they heard?”

He seemed to genuinely ponder on that for a moment or two before shrugging. “Let’s hope our beloved Mr. Schwartz did.”

“I might be more embarrassed if he did.”

He slowly rose from his bed and walked around, heading for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, “just gonna wash my face.” You wondered if he was reassuring you because of the nightmare you’d had, even if he didn’t know of its contents. This line of thinking was only solidified when he left the door open. You could hear the sink running, as well as the occasional splash.

You forced yourself to pull your underwear and joggers back on, getting comfortable again beneath the blanket. After about a minute, Alex came back out of the bathroom and rejoined you in the bed. He looped his arms around your waist and pulled you snugly against his frame, burying his face into your hair. Without giving it much thought, you shifted to fit better against him, your left cheek pressed against his chest as your right arm draped over his torso. “Thank you,” you finally mumbled.

“For what?” You liked being able to feel his chest rumble beneath you as he spoke.

“For inviting me here.”

His thumb began to rub comforting circles against your back. “You were the first person I thought of,” he said quietly. It was the same thing he’d told you when he’d first invited you. At some point, you fell asleep in his arms, and your heart felt full.

•••••

tags: @elexnorislingtxn / @edandmollydeservebetter / @sagegreensimmr / @not-a-big-slay

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbhc era #arctic monkeys #fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

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