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jadepalaceyaya · 3 months

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Red Lanterns and New Year Dinner

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC x Ominis Gaunt

Rating: E

Summary: Sebastian and Ominis has been looking for their elusive third member of their trio all day. It's starting to feel like a never ending game of hide-and-seek. Hopeful their answers can be found behind the mysterious door, beneath the red lanterns.

A/N: Thank you again to the amazing @lovelysallow for being my muse and inspiration. You can also find this one shot on AO3 Here

“Jade? I saw her earlier talking to Professor Howin.”

Sebastian raked a hand through chestnut curls in frustration. Both he and Ominis had been trying to track down their friend since the morning.

Being the more perceptive one of their trio, Ominis had been the one to detect a change in Jade’s behavior at the beginning of the month. At first, Sebastian brushed it off. She was entitled to bad days just as anyone else. But as days passed Ominis’ worry seemed justified. The Slytherin boys didn’t want to pressure Jade, so they gave her space. Hoping that she will open up to them first. But she never did. Instead she seemed to become more and more withdrawn.

They had hoped to catch their companion after her Care of Magical Beasts class, but Jade must have given them the slip. Instead they found the petite Hufflepuff.

“Thanks, Poppy,” Sebastian sighed, a little put out with the failure of locating Jade.

Was she avoiding them? Had he done anything to upset her? Even if he did, he was sure Ominis would have called him out on it and made him apologize. The fact that Ominis hadn’t lectured him means that it couldn’t have been his fault. Right?

“You wouldn’t happen to notice if she was acting…strange, did you?” Ominis’ voice brought Sebastian out of his thoughts.

Poppy hummed, lips pursed in thought, “Now that you mention it’s. She does seem more distracted than usual.”

It wasn’t just them that noticed something was off with their friend then.

“Do you know what she was talking to Professor Howin about?” Sebastian asked, hoping for any information of what could be bothering their friend.

“I’m sorry, they seemed to have spoken in Jade’s native tongue so I couldn’t catch what they were discussing,” Poppy looked at Sebastian apologetically, “but I did notice that Professor Howin did hand Jade a red letter.”

“A red letter?” Ominis’ voice tightened with worry, “a howler?”

“I don’t believe so,” Poppy shook her head, “Jade actually seemed to have brightened up when she received it. The whole interaction seemed quite strange.”

“We’ll ask her about it later…if only we could find her,” the annoyance was clear in Sebastian’s voice as he huffed a breath through his nose. “Do you happen to know where our friend headed?”

Poppy shook her head, “I stayed to help with the kneazles but I did see her head to the castle with Garreth. He might know where she is.”

Both the boys tensed as Sebastian clicked his tongue and Ominis’ brows furrowed. Poppy took in the change of their body language with a knowing look. The corner of her lips quirked a small smile.

“Thank you for your help,” Ominis said cordially.

“Of course! Anything to help bring Jade’s spirit up,” Poppy’s smile softened, “she’s usually so lively. It’s disheartening to see her so down.”

Bidding the Hufflepuff girl goodbye, Sebastian and Ominis ventured back to the castle. Hoping to find either their missing companion or the red headed Gryffindor that might help in locating her.

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Luckily, or unluckily, it was the Gryffindor boy they encountered first outside the Great Hall. “How may I help you, gentlemen?” Garreth asked as the boys made their way to him.

“Where’s Jade, Weasley?” Sebastian all but demanded.

“Whoa Sallow! What’s with the animosity?” Both of Garreth’s hand raised in surrender as he took a step back from more intimidating of one of the duo. Putting space between him and the charging Slytherin. Garreth may have been the same height as Sebastian, but Sebastian had a wider frame and he was ill prepared for a confrontation today.

Ominis places his hand onto Sebastian’s shoulder. Both as a restrain and a warning to keep his temper in check. Sebastian turns to glance at him before huffing and turns to lean against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Did you walk Jade back to the castle?” Ominis asked calmly, though the tight grip he had on his wand showed otherwise.

Garreth nodded but replied after a moment, remembering that Ominis needed a verbal confirmation. “Yeah, I waited for her to finish her talk with Professor Howin. She said she wanted to join me when I had told her I was going to get a quick snack from the kitchens.”

The crease between Ominis’ brows deepened as he processed Garreth’s response. “She’s in the kitchens then?”

“Last I saw of her.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” Sebastian’s ire began to grow. Even the thought of Jade spending time with Weasley, while she avoided them, left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Why would I lie about that?” Garreth exclaimed incredulously. Before pausing to take a slow calming breath. These Slytherins are going to be the death of him. “Look Sallow. I walked her to the kitchens and thought she was also going to nab a quick snack like I was. I offered to walk her back to your Common Room but she declined. Said that she needed to chat with one of the house elves.”

“You better be right, Weasley,” Sebastian growled, glaring daggers at Garreth.

As the boys began to leave to continue their search, Garreth called out, “Gaunt!” Catching Ominis’ attention.

He slowed his steps and tilted his head toward the Gryffindor boy, indicating his attention, but said nothing.

“I’d keep that dog of yours on a leash, never know if he’ll bite the wrong hand next time.”

Turning quickly with a snarl, Sebastian tried to storm over but was stopped by Ominis’ hand pushing against his chest.

“I’d advise you to watch that mouth of yours. Lest, someday, someone silences you for good.” Ominis warned with a frosty tone, his unseeing gaze even colder. The hand he held against Sebastian’s chest reached and gripped his upper arm. Dragging Sebastian along, allowing the locating charm of his wand to lead their way.

Garreth watched as the duo continued their search with a shake of his head. “Jade really has her hands full with those two,” he mumbled to himself as he let out an amused snort.

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The kitchens proved fruitless in their search. Sebastian was so close to yelling and pulling his hair from his ire.

“Argh, are you kidding me?” he growled through gritted teeth, “it’s like a bloody game of hide and seek but we’re not any closer to finding her!”

“Oh! Mister Sallow, Mister Gaunt!” A small voice called out, “how can Deek be of service?”

Ominis stilled at the unfamiliar voice, his tone hard with wariness, “How do you know our names?”

“Miss Jade speaks of you both quite often,” Deek replied with a bright smile.

“You know where she is then? Is she here?” Sebastian asked earnestly but his hopeful mood immediately sagged when the house elf shook his head.

“Unfortunately not, Mr. Sallow,” A sound of defeat escaped Sebastian upon hearing Deek’s response, “Deek is afraid she left quite a bit ago.”

Another agitated sigh came from Sebastian as Ominis stood in silence. At this point it really felt like their friend was avoiding them and it was starting to feel discouraging. Noticing their moods, Deek offered a sympathetic smile.

“Fret not, I’m sure you’ll find Miss Jade soon and she’ll be happy to see you both.”

“Do you know where we’ll be able to find her then?” Ominis’ questioned in a small voice.

“Miss Jade can often be found near the Troll Tapestry in the Astronomy Tower. I’m sure Mister Sallow and Mister Gaunt can find her there.” Deek nodded resolutely.

Giving their thanks to the house elf, which both surprised him but also brought a smile to his face, the two boys departed again in their search.

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“Are you kidding me!” Sebastian exclaimed as he threw his hands up in irritation. They came to the Astronomy Wing as suggested only to find an empty hallway. “Deek must have played us a fool! We’ve scoured the castle top to bottom and still no sign of her.”

He began to pace the hall, needing a physical exertion as a way to vent his agitation. Ominis wasn’t too happy with their situation either and he understood how Sebastian was currently feeling, but there must have been a plausible explanation.

“What if Jade isn’t even in the castle and this has all been for naught?” Sebastian continued to rant.

“Calm yourself, Sebastian. I’m sure if she left school grounds for the highlands we would have heard whispers of it,” Ominis tried to reason, though even at this point he was feeling doubtful.

At Sebastian crossing the hall for the third time with his pacing, Ominis’ ear pricked as he heard an unfamiliar sound.

“What was that?” His head snapped to the direction of noise. It sounded like the rumble of shifting stone and wood. “Sebastian! Stop your incessant pacing!”

Turning to retort, Sebastian stopped at the sound as well. Gaping in awe at what seemed to appear from thin air before his eyes. The stone of the wall morphing, deepening as it made way for a large door to form.

“What is happening?” Ominis demanded again as something was interfering with his location spell, something with an immense amount of magic.

Sebastian tried to respond, mouth opening and closing but no sound came out, before he was finally able to gasp out, “Was there a door here earlier, Ominis?”

“Of course not, what kind of question is that?” It was now Ominis that was becoming irritated.

“Well, there’s a door now.”

Ominis paused, the crease between his brows deepening in thought. Thinking back to what Deek had told them before in the kitchens. The pieces of the puzzle clicked together in his mind.

A look of realization washed over his features as he turned his head toward Sebastian’s direction, “Deek did say that Jade could be found in this corridor. You don’t suppose?”

“Only one way to find out.” Sebastian said with renewed vigor. Feeling as if they just got closer to locating their missing friend.

Even if they didn’t find her, just the prospect of finding something undiscovered and new was enough to raise his spirits. Sebastian pushed the door open and entered, Ominis following right behind him. A noise of admiration came from Sebastian while Ominis was speechless. Red pulses from the tip of his wand letting him know how large the room was. Ornate decor covered the walls and shelves of books reached from floor to ceiling. Both the boys were so awestruck that, for a moment, they forgot their task at hand. A delicate tune drew them out of their reverie.

Deciding not to startle the room’s occupant, lest it not be their companion, the boys decided to follow the music. As they turned a corner into an adjacent room. It was there where that finally located the elusive member of their trio.

There sat Jade, an unfamiliar instrument sat on the round table before her. Her fingers plucking at its strings. Floating around her were a couple red lanterns which bathed the room in an atmospheric red glow. Jade, herself, was also wearing an Eastern red robe.

“Ahem,” Sebastian cleared his throat to catch her attention.

With a gasp, the music stopped, as Jade abruptly turned around at the unexpected intrusion. Her hand raised to press against her chest. Eyes wide and mouth opened with shock.

“Turning Gryffindor on us, are we?” Sebastian announced as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe that led into the room.

“Sebastian? Ominis? What–,” her voice pitched in shock and confusion, eyes darting between the two boys, “how did you get in here?”

“You’ve been avoiding us, little viper,” Ominis said in a disapproving tone as he walked into the room, “neither note nor notice. We’ve been trying to find you for quite some time.”

Properly chastised, Jade grimaced and ducked her head in shame. Her hands lowered to her lap as she twisted the material of her sleeves between her fingers. Teeth gnawing at the corner of her lips as her eyes averted to the floor.

“I’m sorry, Omi,” Jade’s voice soft with remorse, “I didn’t mean to.”

Ominis made his way until he stopped in front of Jade. The hand that wasn’t holding his wand raised to gently cup her cheek in his palm. With a tilt of his head he questioned quietly, “Have we done something to upset you?”

Jade’s own hand goes to press against his, tilting her head up to gaze at him as she leaned into his touch. “I promise that neither you nor Sebastian are cause for my mood.”

Ominis’ gaze softens at her words. Then a playful smirk lifts the corner of his lips. He sat down next to her, leaned in closer to Jade’s ear, and whispered loudly enough for Sebastian to hear.

“...Are you absolutely sure it’s not Sebastian? He’s the cause for my moods and I don’t have the misfortune of actually having to see his face like you do,” he teased as his eyes darted to where Sebastian was standing.

“Hey! I resent that!” Sebastian shouted without any actual anger in his voice. Pushing himself off the door frame, he struts into the room before dramatically plopping himself onto one of the stools at the table across from Jade.

“No, Omi. I guarantee that Sebastian isn’t the cause.” She snorted before turning her head to Sebastian with a mischievous look, “this time.”

“Now you’re just picking on me,” Sebastian playfully pouts, propping his chin in his hand.

“I jest.” Jade chuckled as she stood to put her instrument away.

Sebastian looked around to marvel at the room around them. “Well, what is this place? You’ve holed yourself in your own secret room without telling us. Even after we showed the Undercroft.”

“You mean, you showed her the Undercroft.” Ominis said flatly with a click of his tongue.

“It’s the Room of Requirement,” replied Jade, turning back to them after making sure her instrument was safely stowed away, “Professor Weasley showed it to me to help me catch up with my studies. It apparently changes and transforms itself to fit my needs.”

“And do your needs happen to explain why it looks like you’re changing from the noble house of Slytherin? If only you could see this, Ominis. Red everywhere! It looks like something straight out of the Gryffindor Common Room!” Sebastian’s gaze turned back to Jade. His eyes roving to take in her attire, “Even she’s dressed in red and gold from head to toe.”

“I know it’s a little…different from our Slytherin green,” Jade looked around with an amused hum before nodding, “but yes, it does. Back home we wear red for luck, for the new year.”

“New year? That was weeks ago!” Sebastian gaped at her with confusion, looking at Jade as if she were daffy.

Jade shook her head at him as she sat back down next to Ominis, copying Sebastian’s position of propping her chin up. Eyes squinted in laughter. “Not the western new year, Sebastian. We celebrate the lunisolar new year back at home.”

“As long as you’re not leaving us for better pastures,” Though Jade knew Ominis was making light with a joke, she could still hear the slight trace of insecurity beneath his tone.

Taking his hand into hers, she gives it a reassuring squeeze, her thumb tracing over his knuckles, “I promise you, I’m not. I’m a snake through and through.” Her voice is gentle but resolute.

“Now that we’ve established that you’re not planning to change houses.” Leaning back to cross his arms over his chest, Sebastian’s gaze turned serious, “What is wrong?”

“I’m fi–” Jade protested, only to be cut off by Ominis.

“You’re not fine, my dear.” It was now Ominis who squeezed her hand back reassuringly. His voice was heavy with worry and it filled her with remorse that she was the cause of it. “Tell us the truth, you have a habit of playing down your feelings just to make sure we don’t worry.”

“We’re already worried, pet.” Sebastian added on, his voice also heavy.

Jade gaped at them, struck silent. Biting her lips with apprehension, her gaze falls to the floor. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t feel touched by their caring. Which cemented her decision to be honest.

“...I’m just a little homesick,” she admitted quietly.

The boys said nothing, their silence urging her to continue without interruption.

“The new year, in my culture, is a time for family. We come together, feast together, and just spend time with each other. This is the first year I’m without them this time of year and it’s made me feel a little lonely…” she could feel the weight of their gaze as she stared down at her hands to avoid looking at them. It was difficult for her to be this vulnerable but she did owe the other two an explanation.

“Are we not your family, pet?” Ominis asked with a saddened voice.

Eyes widening, she snapped her head to Ominis and reacted frantically. “You are! But I didn’t want to bother you two with something this insignificant.”

“It’s not insignificant at all, my dear. Especially if it’s making you this way.” Sebastian quirked an eyebrow and counted smartly, leaning heavily on the table in front of him.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Jade sighed again. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have sought both of you out from the beginning.”

Humming with satisfaction, Sebastian flashed her a boyish smirk, “When am I ever wrong?”

As Ominis was about to retort a loud growl echoed through the room, startling Jade while Sebastian flushed red. Sheepishly scratching the back of his head. Though embarrassing, it was a reprieve from the tension that was hanging in the air.

“We may have missed lunch while looking for you,” Ominis’ voice light as he tried to stifle his laugh behind his hand.

“I suppose I should make up to you guys. Would you like to join me for dinner? I may have made too much for myself to finish.” After hearing their sounds of approval, Jade heads to the corner of the room to retrieve several dishes filled with food. All kept warm at the perfect temperature with a preservation spell.

Sebastian’s eyes were wide as he took in the wide array of food before him. Their savory scents drew Ominis to lean over. Trying to identify each dish from the medley of delicious aroma. Whole fish, chicken, meats, noodles, vegetables, and flaky desserts all sat on ornate plates. Jade filled bowls of rice and placed them in front of both Sebastian and Ominis, along with their settings.

“This was your reason for visiting the kitchens with Weasley?” Sebastian asked as he turned to her with excitement. You could practically see the drool on his chin as he swallowed with enthusiasm.

“Oh stars, I hope you didn’t give Garreth a hard time.” Jade rolled her eyes and pleaded with a groan. “He was kind enough to escort me there.”

They didn’t respond but the look on their faces did nothing to quell the amused frustration. She was going to have to make it up to the poor Gryffindor boy.

“What am I to do with you both?” Shaking her head fondly, Jade brought over the last plate. Once she sat back down in her seat next to Ominis, gesturing to the spread, she announced, “I worked hard for this meal. So, dig in.”

They did so enthusiastically. The air was filled with banter as well as animated praises of her cooking. Sebastian dug into every dish, taking seconds and even thirds from the ones he especially enjoyed. Ominis was more refined in his enjoyment but it did not miss Jade’s knowing look when he took more helpings of the dessert assortment. When they were finally full, Sebastian let out a huff of satisfaction. Hands rubbing over his much fuller stomach. Ominis thanked her for the meal and Jade happily accepted his gratitude.

“So…” Sebastian leaned over the table and smiled cheekily, “we heard from Poppy that you got a howler from Professor Howin?”

“A howler?” she tilted her head in perplexion.

“I’m sure you’ve seen them in the halls. The red letters sent by families to yell at the poor recipients.” Ominis filled in the information with a small smirk, “you can’t miss them, terribly loud they are.”

That was when a look of recognition dawned on her face when Sebastian continued with his questioning.

“So what did our poor pet do to warrant one from our Beasts professor?” This had been nagging at Sebastian since Poppy told them this detail. Now that they knew that their evasive friend was fine, he was itching to soothe this curiosity.

“Oh! You mean this!” Jade pulled out a little red envelope from the sleeve of her robe. She first showed it to Sebastian before handing it to Ominis so that he was able to trace his fingers over it for him to visualize.

It didn’t at all look like the horrid howlers that the students dreaded. It was much smaller with embossed details as well as elegant characters in gold gilding.

“Not a howler, thankfully, they’re red envelopes! Adults tend to give them to children to wish them luck and prosperity,” her face glowed as a large smile parted her lips. Joy and fondness flooded her features when she gazed down at the little envelope, “Professor Howin saw how down I was and wanted to cheer me up with this tradition from our homeland.”

“Does that mean we each get one from you?” Sebastian teased. The grin he sported before only grew larger. Seeing Jade disposition return to how it normally was settled the troubled tinge in his chest.

“Get one from me?” she asked.

Ominis decided to join in Sebastian’s poking fun, “Of course, my dear. Don’t you want to wish us luck and prosperity too?”

“Ha! Unless one of you wants to marry me right now, it would have to wait,” a loud, carefree laugh escaped her.

A choking sound came from Sebastian at her declaration while Ominis cleared his throat awkwardly. Both of their ears and cheeks flushed a bright pink.

Jade looked at them with appreciation, resting her hand in her palm. Eyes misty as she smiled warmly, “Thank you so much for spending my new year with me. You don’t know how much it means to me.” Sebastian returns her gaze, full of his own affections towards her. Ominis takes her hand into his own again, feeling her warmth radiate into his own. “We snakes stick together,” said Sebastian, “we are family, Jade. Happy new year.”

“Happy new year, my dear,” Ominis gave his own warm wishes.

If silent, happy tears fell from Jade’s eyes, no one commented on it. A watery but happy smile on her face as she grasped Ominis’ hand, red lanterns continued to float around them.

“Happy new year!”

#sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian x mc x ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt x oc #sebastian sallow x oc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #fluff #slytherin mc

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st4rwon · 11 months

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for the 300 event:

glue song x jeongin 💕💕

glue song

jeongin x reader

contains: lots and lots of fluff, light angst, friends to lovers

word count: 1k

a/n: ty so much for the request, this was extremely fun to write! sorry for how long it took i’ve had a lot going on TT hope you enjoy <33

you and jeongin have been by each other's sides since you were in diapers. you don’t think you've ever been apart from him; he was always there for you, during your greatest successes and your failures. the two of you had a special bond, something you have never felt and would never feel with anyone else.

though sometimes you wished that wasn’t the case.

you loved jeongin with your entire heart, and you know he did too; the only difference is that your love was romantic while his was platonic. but how could you stop yourself from having feelings for him? he was the funniest, kindest, and most understanding person you had ever met. but you could never dream of doing anything that would harm the friendship you had with him, so you kept your lips shut.

it was a typical friday afternoon. you and jeongin typically went to a cafe together before heading to your favorite local arcade. you both ordered your usual before sitting down at a small table by the window.

"so anything interesting happen this week?" jeongin asked, tapping his fingers on the table while waiting for your drinks to arrive.

"hm nothing much really, just the usual," you answered, trying to recall anything from your week, but the only thing you could think about was the way that the sunlight landed on jeongin’s frame perfectly.

"what about you?" "well you know that one guy i’m partnered with?" you nodded, remembering his complaints to you "well he finally decided to put in some effort towards the project, but i’m still pissed. i mean, he could’ve put some work in during the start." jeongin huffed. "well at least the project is over now, and i doubt your ever gonna see him again" you said, trying to brighten his mood. "yeah you’re right" he replied, smiling back. you always knew how to make jeongin feel better. he thought about the stressful nights where he would rant to you for hours about how upset he was, but you were always there to comfort him through it all. though you weren’t aware of it, jeongin loved you the same way you did. he had been in love with you for a while, but he only realized it recently.

the worker placed the drinks on the table, snapping jeongin out of his thoughts. he said a quick thank you to the server, pulled your drink towards him, and took a sip. "i still don’t get why you buy this drink; it tastes gross" you giggled at the look of disgust on the boy’s face. "then why do you have to take a sip every time i get it?" "i don’t know, maybe one day it’ll taste good" he answered, but he knew that the words that were coming out of his mouth were false, jeongin knew that the only reason he would even put that concoction drink near his mouth was because he loved to see the smile on your face, followed by the laughs about the expression he made.

after finishing your drinks, the two of you headed to the arcade, which was conveniently just a 3 minute walk away.

once you got there, you got a card and started playing. first, you started with basketball (where you brutally defeated jeongin), followed by some space invaders.

"jeongin what are you doing? THERE IS ONE AT THE BOTTOM!" you said, frantically trying to kill it, but it was too late. "funny how we’ve been trying to do this for years but have never been able to beat this level" jeongin chuckled.

though the communication between the two of you was great, two-player games were never something you could both do together.

you took turns picking out games to play until both of you wanted to take a break, so you both found a table to sit at.

you thought about all the days you had spent here, it brought you so much joy. "kinda random, but i really enjoy spending time with you" you said, looking up at jeongin, he moved his hands across the table, placing them over yours. "i do too, even if you suck at games" he replied, earning him a playful slap on the side. "though in all honesty, i don’t know what i would do without you, without us. what we have is really special to me" he said, making your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"gosh i love you so much innie" it took him a minute to process your words, there’s no way you meant it in the way he hoped you did.

"do you love me the way i love you?" he mumbled, "what?" you questioned. did you hear that right? "oh uh, never mind" he dismissed "jeongin, do you like me?" you said, tilting your head a bit, "yeah… i do. but if you don’t reciprocate my feelings that fine, i’m sorry if i ruined our relationship-" "innie shut up for two seconds" his eyes opened wide "i like you too stupid, clearly we were both too dumb to see it" you laughed as he shoved you

"you made me so scared" he frowned, you got up from your seat and walked around the table over to him, slowly moving your face towards him before finally placing your lips over his. the kiss was short but sweet, you pulled away and saw the grin on jeongin’s face, "that make you feel better?" you questioned teasingly, "hmm i don’t know" he pondered "i think your gonna have to do it again" jeongin smirked "already hooked on my kisses?" "i missed out on years of kisses, you’re gonna have to make it up now" you giggled at his response, "we’re literally in public you baby, i’ll give you kisses some other time" but before you could pull him to get up so you could both play some more games, jeongin turned you towards him and cupped your face, giving you a small peck before getting up to go find some games to play. "ooh this one looks fun!" he pointed out, still wearing a smirk on his face. you laughed and headed over to where he was.

if you were to be stuck with anyone, you would always choose jeongin.

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detectivemarvelingcomics · 2 years

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 8]

Alternate Dimension AU

TW: Language, Mentions of Death, Descriptions of Violence, Scar Mention, Mentioned Body Horror

CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]

Genre: Angst, Light Comedy

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

(8/?) [First] | [Previous] | [Next]

[DC Masterlist] | [Not Your Classic Vigilante Masterlist]

YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Word Count: 3.8K

Notes: It's time for my bi-annual update of this bad boy LMAOOOOOOO see y'all in another half a year! (I'm kidding, I'll try to get more updates out before the year ends if my schedule permits lmaooo) Seriously, though, thanks to anyone who stuck it out even though I'm not a good updater! I really appreciate you all <3

Not Your Classic Vigilante: @gabytodd @peachydoki @marshmallow12435 @f0leysgurl @luminaaz @lolsnack @akuri-shinsou @pansinspace @time-shardz @lovely-maryj

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

28 July 2022

As you’d probably expected, your slumber did not last long, as you was reminded of why you had a hard time sleeping in the first place. Of course it’d come back to you in such a vivid way, now that you’ve returned home and back to the crime scene. You wondered how different it looked now, or if any of your belongings remained there after so long.

Your nightmares were always the same, back in that horrific alleyway. Three years, and you still haven’t forgotten. Three years, and you can still feel everything. Three years, and you can still remember looking up to the sky and seeing that all too familiar smoggy sky. You can still remember, and recite from heart, the prayer you sent out to whatever god was out there to just end your suffering there. And, as your pursuer pulled on your hair, you would always wake up, your mind sparing you from reliving all of that trauma and, usually, you’d decide to work instead, but this time the circumstances were different.

‘Another nightmare?’

‘If nightmares are all I have then I’d rather not sleep at all.’

‘Tea, darling.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I know, I just wish you were here, it’d be easier. Think you can walk me through that miracle recipe you usually make?’

‘Of course, why would I say no?’ Alex’s voice drained from your head and you made your way to the manor kitchen, ignoring the light in the library this time as you continued. ‘I’m sure you’ll have all the basics. Milk, honey, lemon, and whatever tea is available.’

You had always thought that the manor was too quiet at night like there were demons in the shadows and monsters in the closets. You remember that you used to wake up either Dick or Jason to come downstairs with you when you were younger. Dick, of course, always said yes no matter how tired he was, Jason would tease you about it and get upset but in the end, he’d follow, you always relied on them to scare the demons away, and, now that you thought of it, you weren’t sure what kind of demon would be afraid of a boy in bright spandex but that was beside the point.

Then you got older, you got older and suddenly you had your own younger siblings to watch over. You had to be the person to chase their demons away, but at that time, you had nothing aside from a flashlight. You remembered asking yourself if something were to happen, would you be defending your younger siblings or would they be defending you? You, a civilian, and them, the vigilantes. Hell, you were pretty sure your dad was friends with some demons.

‘And now the demons hide from you.’

‘Very funny, Alex. Once we’re back together no more prying into my thoughts, alright?’

‘I wouldn’t pry if you were so loud.’

‘You’re insufferable.’

'I just want to brighten up your mood a little, darling. Unclench your jaw.’ You didn’t even realize that you were until he mentioned it. You scoured the fridge and pulled out the required ingredients.

‘I’m not keeping you up, am I?’

‘Goodness, no, you could never. I’m just checking things on my end. We have what we need, when you’re ready, we can head home.’

‘I’m just worried that it was too easy. Nothing ever is with this family.’

‘Let’s just consider it a blessing, for now. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it otherwise.’

‘Right,’ you shook your head. ‘Have you located Cass yet?’

‘Cassandra is as elusive as ever. Carter and I have been keeping an eye out for her, though.’

‘Good, I think she’s the only one we really have to look out for,’ you looked over your shoulder. Your sister had a knack for stealth, one that you had been aware of since now. But, it wasn’t her famed stealth that concerned you, no, of everyone in this damned family, it will be her to find out that you’re lying. You were lucky enough to have landed here when she wasn’t at the house, otherwise, you’d be screwed.

‘We’re waiting outside for you. Whenever you’re ready.’

‘You’re outside? Be careful, I forgot to tell you both earlier about the traps.’

‘Oh, trust us, we know.’

Two Hours Earlier.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” Alex hisses to Carter, who was probably in the most uncomfortable position he’d ever been in.

“I’m not moving, dammit,” Carter takes slow breaths. “Thank god his highness made us play Twister with him so often.” He holds his position steady between the number of lasers that had suddenly sparked to life. “What’s our situation, Lex?”

“Best case scenario they’d slice one of our limbs off if we’re clumsy.”

“That’s the best case?”

“The worst case scenario is that they trip the alarm system and suddenly we’d have this Universe’s strongest family on our tails.

“Great,” Carter groans. “You know a lot about the Captain’s family don’t you?”

“I do,” Alex tries to turn slowly to a more favorable position. “You know, you could just call her (Y/N).”

“She outranks me though.”

“We worked together, she just happened to figure out the system faster than we did,” Alex sighs. “I also know you two have a certain... relation, if I may presume.” Carter nearly loses his balance, saving his position by grabbing onto a nearby flower pot.

“Fuck, wait, are you serious?!” Carter whips his head towards him with wide eyes. Alex only nods calmly, keeping his movements short as a red laser was right in front of his eyes.

“I wasn’t 100% sure, but considering your reaction, I can say that I am more confident,” he says. “You make a sweet duo.”

“Ugh… we were so careful,” Carter sighs.

"Not careful enough, hard to hide things from someone who's known her since we were seven," Alex scoffs. “Anyway, I do like you, Carter, you're one of the few people in the Brigade I'd consider a friend, so, with your best interests in mind, be sure to be on the watch for his highness. He might order for your head if he finds out,” Alex says with a teasing tone to his voice.

“Alex, please tell me that you’re not planning on using this against me, are you?”

“That depends on your future actions,” Alex grins.

“I’m so fucked.”

‘Oh, and do be sure to shut down the lasers, please, I think Carter’s getting a muscle cramp.’ You could easily picture his smirk.

Alex’s side went silent and you reveled in the quiet. You never liked this telepathy thing, it was always so violating in your mind, and truthfully in his too. You both tried to avoid it until absolutely necessary, such as now. It was a by-product of your own curious case of two souls interlinked to allow for eternal life, or, at least, until Alex dies. You paused, half waiting for him to say something, mainly to correct you, but no such thing came.

Courtesy of the ruthless queen, she always held it above your head, how indebted you were to her. If there was truly one person you hated, it was her. Even your father’s stance, as absolute as it was before, paled in comparison to the queen and the leash she had around your neck. You were certain that she was somehow keeping tabs on you even here, after all, to move without knowledge of her majesty is akin to treason.

You really should be more careful. As they say, it comes in threes. You’ve died once here, you’ve died once in the other world, and the next one is bound to be your last chance. You shook your head.

“I hope Alfred didn’t move anything since I was last here,” you mumbled to yourself. It would do you well not to think about it right now, you should be more focused on the mission. Like you said earlier, it was too easy.

“He didn’t,” Tim confirms. You glanced over your shoulder and Tim smiles softly. “That used to scare the heck out of you.” Tim and Cass were, in some ways, too similar, as much as they’d argue against it. The only difference between them was that one didn’t hesitate. Ever.

“Not anymore, I guess,” you respond. You pull out a tea packet and fill the water heater to its maximum.

“Hope you don’t mind if I join you.” He walks into the kitchen and pulls out a mug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t, let’s have a conversation, Timmy,” you nodded toward him, waiting for the water to heat. “Why are you still up?”

“Bruce asked me to go through some files, just some review stuff,” he answers. “Have you spoken to him?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m not sure if anyone told him.”

“I could tell,” you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. The water heater finished and you swiftly poured it into your and Tim’s mugs.

“Whatcha drinking?” He asks, nudging your shoulder. It was something he always used to do when you were younger. He was testing you. You nudged him back.

“Just something I saw on Pinterest.”

‘It’s like I don’t exist to you,’ Alex chides. You pay him no mind.

“Smells good,” he says. You both take a seat at the counter, silently blowing the steam away from the tops while seemingly trying to find out what to say to the other. Strange, you’d never thought that you’d feel awkward around Tim of all your siblings, yet here you were, with your words caught in your throat.

“How are you, Tim?” You finally ask. Tim taps his mug a couple of times, looking off into nothing while he thought of his response.

“I’ve been better, (Y/N), and you?” He tosses the question back.

“I’ve been better,” you repeated. “Crazy… everything that I found out today, and no doubt more, huh?” You ask. Tim could only nod.

“A lot has changed, (Y/N), I don’t even know where to start,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay though, right? We’ll have a lot of time to spend together,” Tim says with a small smile. Your chest clenched. Ah, Tim, what a horrible habit of his. You were worried that he already had you figured out. Had you slipped up somewhere? A mannerism you hadn’t done before?

‘Stop clutching your heart,’ Alex’s voice rang. Your hand dropped to your lap.

“I see there’s a new Robin,” you answered before Tim could get suspicious.

“Oh, no, Duke’s Robin trial’s over. He’s Signal now,” Tim explains.

“Another kid who fell victim to dad’s charms, huh?” You drank some of your tea, feeling your thoughts relax afterward.

“Something like that,” Tim mutters. “But, (Y/N)… there’s something different about you.” This conversation again. You had to stay on your guard, everything you say and everything you do can and will be used against you. Leave it to Timmy, always the skeptic.

“I mean… you know what happened,” you sighed. “Where’s Cassie?” You divert the conversation.

“Last I heard she’s helping out at Steel City,” Tim hums. “I should call her over,” he reaches for his phone, but you shake your head. Anyone but Cass.

“It’s fine, sounds like she’s busy, like you said, we have a lot of time to figure things out. I’m just proud,” you grinned. “I’m proud of all of you, looks like you’ve all been doing your best since I’ve been gone and… that makes me really glad,” you nudged his leg with your foot and he looks up from his coffee to you, a sudden grief in his eyes. You were telling the truth. You were worried about Tim more so than your other brothers actually, of them all, he was the most prone to overthinking.

“What do you think?” Tim suddenly asks. You freeze.

‘He asked if you feel any different,’ Alex fills in for you.

“I’m not sure, Tim,” you sighed. “I feel like myself but, at the same time, not at all. I saw the news reports already, so… do you think…?” You looked down at your hands. Now, to be perfectly honest, you’ve thought about this before, plenty of times actually. This body you’re in, is it actually yours?

“I mean… if I may,” Tim moves his chair so he can be a little closer to you and reaches for your hand. Instinctively, you pull away and Tim’s breath hitches.

“Sorry… muscle memory maybe,” you tried to cover for your actions, placing your hand on his instead. Tim holds it gently, observing your wrist in particular, but ghosting his hands around yours entirely. You gave him your non-dominant hand for a reason. You couldn’t come up with an excuse to explain the calluses on your sword hand. “You have scar marks all around your wrist here,” he says, tracing the faint outline of the jagged cut made into it. As he did so, it was like you could feel the sharp pain from before. “Your hand was the first one they found, you know,” he suddenly says, a sharp tone switch. Again, you pulled your hand away, rubbing your wrist softly now.

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered.

“They never found your torso.”

“And yet, here it is,” you said next. He’s testing your answers now. It’s too late to act afraid. “That’s why, I had a nightmare last night, a body without a torso was running towards me,” you lied. Tim frowned, taking a sip of his drink before continuing.

“I wonder… is your situation similar to Jason’s? Or is it completely different?” He says aloud.

“Well… I don’t think I turned into an asshole, so I’m pretty sure I’m different,” you laughed. Tim broke a small chuckle.

“That’s true, that’s true,” he nods. “How do you feel about this, (Y/N)? About coming back to life and all?” Tim seems to have relaxed.

“I mean… it’s strange. You know my thoughts on death,” you mumbled. “I’m a bit glad, though. Maybe this was a gift, you know? I still have to pick up my degree from the university, I wonder if they kept it,” you rest your head against your palm now.

“Your degree?” Tim asks.

“Yeah? You know I went to college, right?” You looked at him with disbelief.

“Well, yeah, of course, I know that!” Tim defends tiredly. “It’s just… did you not see it earlier? Bruce hung it over the mantle,” Tim points to the general area of the living room and your eyes widened slightly. You didn’t even notice that.

“Oh… I guess it slipped my mind, I was too busy looking at your Boy Wonder pictures,” you chided.

“Whatever, I keep telling Alfred to move those, it’s so embarrassing,” Tim grows slightly red before his smile falls again as if remembering something else. What was he thinking right now? What was going on inside that head of his?

“Tim, are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” he nods his head unsurely. He looks back down at his coffee. “No… No, I’m not,” he corrects himself. You hesitated before putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, do you want to talk about it? Is it my fault?” You asked. Maybe your sudden reappearance shocked him, or maybe you were wrong, maybe he hadn’t been holding up well.

“I just… (Y/N), I want to trust you, really I do,” he says, meeting your eyes once again. “But there’s something different about you, something I can’t really point out,” he shakes his head. He looks away again for a brief moment, as if in thought, then he looks at you, his eyes filled with the determination to solve the case that was you. “Who are you?”

“Timmy,” whatever warning tone was in your voice wasn’t intentional. Your hand moved up to his face, holding it as gently as possible. “I knew you’d be the first to find out.” You whispered. “And I’m so sorry, I love you, you’re my little brother but… I have to do this, please understand. It’s nothing personal…” In an instant, you slammed his head against the table, leaving him knocked out.

‘Well, that can only work once,’ Alex chides.

“I know,” you chugged down the rest of your drink. “Let’s get out of here.” You rushed out to the gardens. Dammit, you knew it, why did you entertain him? Five minutes, no, less. You had to get out of here as soon as possible. You spot your two teammates, both in compromising positions that they should care less about right now. “Don’t even worry about the security system! Let’s just go!” You shout, already configuring the device around your wrist. You heard doors slamming behind you, shouts or rushed speech, you didn’t have time to differentiate. The alarm system blared, no doubt a wake-up call, and the sudden lights that shot into the night sky, without a doubt, was to call the patrolling vigilantes back home.

“Ready when you are, captain!” Alex shouts. You couldn’t ignore the stares you felt. Which sibling was it?

“Count of three!” You shout. It can’t be Dick or Jason, they would’ve said something by now.

“Three!” Alex shouts. Tim was still knocked out, knowing him, he’d be hanging behind on the cams but a quick glance earlier showed that the garden cameras were fried beyond repair.

“Two!” Carter was next. Damian? No, can’t be, he would’ve reacted similarly to your older brothers, surely.

“One!” The three of you slammed your hands on the devices, a vortex quickly pulling you into your home universe.

The three of you tumbled onto the concrete floors of the Keep, your back slamming harshly against the table that, of course, Nixon finally bolted to the ground. Carter hit the wall, sending displayed weapons crashing down. And, as expected, Alex landed as gracefully as ever, standing up nearly immediately to brush the dirt off his uniform.

And, just like that, all your exhaustion caught up to you. The constant acting, the running around Gotham, running around the manor, and even the stress of your family. All in the span of two days, you deserved a vacation after even just looking at your father, that man just knew how to drain the life out of you. If you could, you’d rather sleep right where you were. Your lumbar vertebra only slightly fractured from the sheer force of hitting the table, but, give it a couple of minutes and it’ll be fine again.

As much as you hated to admit it, it made you feel better now that you were in a more familiar place. One that you felt comfortable in, at the very least. Sure, you spent the majority of your waking hours working in this place, but it was better than the stares you got over the two days you were at the manor. For once, these ugly concrete floors felt welcoming.

“Well, that went swimmingly, didn’t it?” Alex grins. You and Carter could only groan in response. You held up the flash drive regardless and Alex takes it from your hand. Then, as soon as the tingling feeling in your legs subsided, you took deep breaths.

“It almost went too well,” you shook your head against the cold floors. You pushed yourself up using the edge of the table. “Ugh… I’m beat, I’m going home,” you waved your hand absently.

“Oh, don’t forget to take lover boy with you,” Alex points to Carter.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, Carter, I’ll give you a ride,” you beckoned him with your hand.

“Oh, nah, it’s fine,” Carter shakes his hand.

“Okay, better for me, just walk,” you grabbed your keys from the counter, taking a glance at the clock next to you. “Oh shit,” you grabbed the digital device.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asks.

“It’s been two weeks here!” You shout. “Fuck! There’s going to be so much paperwork!” You ruffled your hair harshly.

“Ah, and so the captain faces her hardest battle yet,” Alex laughs, grabbing the door for you, “deadlines.”

“I can and will kill you, Alex.”

Cassandra stood at the top of Wayne Manor. Her knuckles had turned white from how hard she was gripping the chimney top. Maybe she shouldn’t have been lurking, but when Jason suddenly texted the group chat she knew she had to come immediately. But, when she saw you sitting in the living room, just waiting for your brothers to return, all the warning signals flew up in her mind.

Threat, thief, murderer, soldier, suspicious, trained, dangerous, and god knows how more. Cassandra couldn’t believe it, no, she didn’t want to believe it. You were just sitting there, how could you set off all those alarms in her head? Wait, how could you do that? You weren’t supposed to show those to her. You were supposed to be happy, relaxed, calm, excited, or maybe even worried or concerned. But, there was one signal that kept popping up over and over again in Cass’ head.

Liar.

You acted just like (Y/N), you looked just like her, you sounded just like her, but every subliminal thing about you was not (Y/N) Wayne. But, underlying all of those, was fear. Were you maybe keeping things to yourself? Was it to protect the family? Why?

Why did you steal those files from the bat computer? Cassandra saw all of it, staying hidden in the shadows just as she was taught, she watched you upload details on who knows how many heroes into a simple flash drive, and how that was possible, Cass didn’t know. The security system should’ve fried that drive and alerted Tim or Barbara as soon as you pushed it into its port but it didn’t.

Yet, you knew the password. She saw you. You typed in the correct password, but you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? Why would you? It’s not like Bruce had ever changed it from your birthday. For a computer harboring so many secrets, the password to access it was just so simple. Your initials, underscore, then your birthday. Two capitals and no spaces. Not just anyone knew that password, Cass had only found out off-hand when, surprise, she watched Bruce put it in. Perhaps it was what she read off of you when you typed in your password. Anxious, and maybe even melancholic. Why would an imposter feel sad about a password? There would be no reason.

It was that reasoning that convinced Cass that you were, truly, you. Just with different life experiences, maybe. More experiences than death certainly. She only overheard it, your story about the lab. But when you said that, all your body language indicated were lies. How different could it have been, though? What happened to suddenly change your mannerisms fundamentally?

Did it, maybe, have something to do with your heart? Why did you continue to clutch it so throughout the short time you were in the manor?

Cass had too many questions, all of which she’d know would go unanswered. Now, just as she watched you disappear with two unknown figures, she could only feel her knees buckle while she sat against the roof tiles.

She didn’t even get to say ‘hello.’

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missjuno · 2 years

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⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟa loving place ⊹ɞ ↴

⤷ xiao x gn! reader

wc: 826

a/n: it may be ooc but I just have a feeling within me that deep down inside this boy needs and wants to know how to love and to be loved because of life taking everything away that he cares about, you know?

Never once in his whole life was he able to know and cherish this unfamiliar feeling. He never had any moments to spare being so occupied by his duties to protect and defend the land of Liyue and serving their archon. All those years have been spent with not even an ounce of love both on the receiving and giving end. Though it eased him knowing that the people of Liyue felt safe when the adeptus led their land, but now at present where the Qixing are the ones who take this duty upon themselves. With that it gave him much more time to himself, though he brought it upon him to still be on lookout on the borders of their land but he wasn't as busy as he was.

The moon shines along the stars and the cold breeze felt — serene. You close your eyes as your arms support your weight on the fences of the balcony. A sudden but faint noise distracted you from your thoughts, one of your eyes opened to check but closed once more when nothing was seen indifferent.

You smile to yourself before a soft laugh escapes from your throat as you cross your arms above your chest to shield it from the cold night air of Wangshu Inn. “And to what do I owe the pleasure to be in the presence of The Vigilant Yaksha.” amusement with hints of sarcasm laced your tone as a huff came from Xiao.

“Hmmph, my presence usually goes unnoticed with others, even the traveler doesn't notice until I say something…” Xiao's hand was on his chin, head tilted down as he mumbles to himself yet still audible enough to be heard by beings that are in a close proximity.

Another laugh emitted from you. To which finally looked up from his train of thoughts and if you looked closely enough you could see the tips of his mouth twitch up into a small smile, a genuine one.

After your fit of laughter died down you finally got a clear view of his facial features, it looked softer per say. It was something you noticed whenever you were around him. It might sound like a very bold claim but anyone who has enough common sense can put the puzzle pieces together and they'll surely think the same, but then again it hurts to hope for nothing. But the look in his eyes said otherwise.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you..” the last part of his words were in a soft whisper barely audible yet it reached your ears like the all of those conversations you've had with him in the past.

Your hand reached for your chest as an awed expression adorned your face. “Awwh Xiao.. you don't know how much I love spending time with you as well..” Those words were enough to get heat rise to his cheeks.

He lifted his hand to cover his mouth and let out a cough to clear himself from the words you had just let out. You turn your head to look at him once more and your eyes are met again and a smile somehow makes its way to your lips as you take a step closer your arms find themselves around his neck and you whisper “I mean it though.. Every moment I spend with you is something that I'll treasure and will always be grateful for.” as those words left your lips you felt his own on your forehead.

“So do I. You brighten each day of my life, the dullest and darkest of times can be turned into anything but that even when it's just glance at you — everything feels warm.. and nice… and for that I wanted to thank you for it..” He suddenly confesses as he wraps his arms around your waist with such a loving look in his eyes, it was so subtle but it was there.

You and Xiao spend a moment with still silence and embracing each other. The action spoke loud enough for both parties to understand.

“Thank you for loving me, for accepting who I am, thank you for being the person who I fell in love with..” Xiao said with pure sincerity in his voice, you both close your eyes and lean in slowly and the moment your lips touch each other it gives you a feeling of security and safety within his arms.

“I love you” you told him after your lips parted from his and to that his eyes widens for a brief moment soon after he looks at you with the fondest eyes as he whispers against your ear: “I love you more”.

Love. Something Xiao never felt for as long as he lived. But when he met you he suddenly learned to know what the foreign emotion felt. You felt like home, the loving place and person he desired, for as long as he lived.

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thehuntss · 6 months

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SAVE YOUR TEARS 3/?

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Hi guys!

Another one to brighten your day (hopefully ^_^). It made sense to write one last chapter to conclude the fic soooo, I really hope you’ll enjoy it <3

Thank you so much for your support & comments they means a lot 🥹

Everyone has fears.

Emily surely had some, but now that Ian Doyle was dead she always thought she could start her new life without being haunted. But this time she developed a new fear, a very strong one, left by an invisible scar. The only one she didn’t have on her body but the most painful, the one she constantly carried with her, no matters what or where she was. And this fear started just after the loss of her baby, of their baby.

She couldn’t just walk in the street without thinking about how life would have been with a new kid, a kid of her own. She loved Jack like hers, she didn’t give birth to him but it was the same, she could never stop loving this sweet boy. But this sudden pregnancy was troubling her, because she had no ideas she was pregnant and the day she found out was also the day it disappeared. As quick as it appeared.

This day she went out for some milk because Jack always liked some with his cookies and they ran out. At the store she saw a woman pushing a stroller with a very tiny baby inside. And her heart broke in pieces. The stoic and stern face couldn’t let others people know about her actual mood but she felt devastated. It could’ve been her. The only thing she could focus on was Jack little hand in hers.

When she got back home she was on her nerves, putting the milk in the fridge after pouring a glass for Jack, then heading to their bedroom to take a nap. Day off didn’t feel that good, she hated Strauss more than anyone at the moment. It wasn’t her fault but sending her home was not the way she could heal from her loss. Working had been hard but at least she could keep her head out of the fog, focusing on cases. But after 2 weeks she started to break down when she thought no one would notice, and that’s how she ended up here on a Tuesday afternoon. Thankfully she only had one day off, but that was already too much.

Aaron had his own way to mourn, he got himself into more work but whenever he was home both of them were clingy. Like if something could just torn them appart. They had spent a few days together, staying on the couch and eating pizzas, for Jack’s biggest pleasure. He didn’t really understand but clearly saw the way how sad his parents looked.

An hour later she was about to drift to sleep, exhausted of being sad when she heard soft steps coming closer, Jack little face showing up. He was so sweet and innocent she could kill anyone who would take this away from him.

“Mommy…” he called softly, pulling her arm.

She smiled at him, ruffling his hair, before noticing why Jack had come to her. And she was shared between awe and confusion. His little hand was stuck in the glass of milk, hand still holding the cookie.

“I stuck.” his little voice was desperate and she immediately sat up, holding the glass to help him. “Pull your hand sweet boy, don’t worry I got you.”

In a swift move his hand was all free and she put the glass on her nightstand, lifting the boy so he could sit with her. He immediately hugged her, his head on her chest. “Thank you, love you.”

Her heart broke once again but this time because of the love she felt for him. “You’re more than welcome sweet boy. Careful with the cookies okay ?”

He nodded and jumped off the bed, definitely leaving the glass here, running downstairs to watch the lion king. Smiling, she snuggled against Aaron’s pillow, finding sleep quicker than expected. She woke up when she heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, and when she saw the time, almost 6pm she stirred in bed. Aaron was back, and she had never missed him that much.

She could hear from their room Jack fussing around, excited to see his dad, jumping in the living room and running to him. Aaron barely had time to put away his briefcase that a little tornado ran to him with open arms. “Daddy!”

“Hi buddy!” He kissed him, lifting the boy in his strong arms. “How was your day?”

“We forgot milky, and I watched Simba!” He happily replied, as Aaron laughed. His son had seen the movie so many times he couldn’t even count. “Where’s

mommy?”

He shakes his head, pointing the stairs. “Mommy sleepy.”

Aaron put down his son, knowing that Emily wasn’t sleepy, she was just sad and he could relate to it, her energy had been drained by this event and he couldn’t blame her. “I’ll go see mommy, and then I’ll be back to make dinner. Nuggets and mashed potatoes?”

“Yeah!!!” The little boy said, very happy about it, running to the living room to play with his toys.

When Aaron entered the room Emily wasn’t in bed, but probably taking a shower as he heard the water running in the bathroom. He changed into his home clothes and patiently waited for her to come out.

When she got out she was wearing one of his shirts, her hair still wet and dripping onto her back.

“Hi honey.” She smiled, kissing him softly. “How was work?”

“Very long, papers days, no case for now, I’ve missed you.” He resumed in a few words, looking lovingly at her. “What about you ? Jack told me you had a nap, are you alright?”

“I’m not used of having free time..” she chuckled, she didn’t want to talk about her sad mood when he was here. And he clearly got the message, knowing her mind was still assimilating the events and she needed time for herself. So he would not annoy her with it right now.

“Are you hungry ? I promised Jack some nuggets with mashed potatoes.”

She smiled at him. He was the perfect father and Jack was very lucky to have him. Emily nodded, all of her dark thought fading away as soon as her fiancé was with her. Family time would always make her feel better.

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3 months later

Emily was bored. They didn’t have a case yet - but she was glad to know even psychopath were tired - and they were all sat at their office, trying to find a way to cut the boredom. Reid was reading few books at the same time, nothing unusual, Derek was playing with his ball, the sounds of it against the wall almost irritating, David was making coffee and Penelope was babbling about astrology next to Derek. And Aaron was clearing his desk from every files that would make him come home late.

She was about to stand up to have one of her shame cigarette, something she hadn’t done in months, maybe a year, but today was very long and 5 minutes would not change the situation. But that’s the moment JJ arrived in the bullpen, a big wide smile over her face. She hugged Emily, the brunette being confused.

“Congratulation Emily, I’m very happy for you and Hotch.” She said, as the others turned their look at them, suddenly intrigued.

“What?” She frowned her eyebrows, not getting what the blonde was clearly telling her. “I’m sorry, did I miss something ?” Emily asked, looking at Derek who just shrugged his shoulders.

“I…for your pregnancy, it’s a very good news.” JJ said, realizing that Emily was definitely not aware of it, judging by the look on her face. “I mean…the blood test…”

“What ??? Princess is expecting a mini Hotch ??” Derek almost jumped out his seat, hugging an Emily completely lost.

“Congratulations Mia Bella!” David exclaimed, abandoning his coffee the second he heard the good news.

“I’m happy for you both Emily.” Reid smiled, stopping his reading.

“Peaches !” Penelope almost yelled, making them all jump. “Another BAU baby, it’s so exciting, another little one to cover in gifts! I’ll knit something for him, or her!” She almost threw herself into Emily’s arms who had remain silent, everything seeming abstract.

“Wait, everyone.” She cut them all, trying to figure out when did this come from. “I’m not pregnant.”

JJ smile didn’t fade away and she took out a piece of paper from her bag, handing it to her. “Remember the medical appointment we had to go, the blood tests for our annual qualifications?” She nodded as the blonde continued. “I got a call this morning to tell me the results were ready for pickup. And when I saw the nurse she mistakenly thought I was you and before I could tell her I wasn’t she had already tell me congratulations, you’re pregnant.”

Silence in the bullpen, no one talked, all staring Emily and Hotch who had arrived, intrigued by this little reunion.

“Congratulations JJ.” He said with a smile. Apparently he only heard her last sentence.

“Oh non, Henry is enough for now, however I should be the one congratulating you Hotch.” She replied, the other nodding. And they all saw the same confused look on Bossman’s face. “What ?”

Emily swallowed hard, her hand instinctively caressing her stomach, a gesture they all saw and smiled about. Hotch hated being the last one to know something they apparently all knew about and turned to his fiancé, unsure of what to say.

“Are you…pregnant?” His voice was low, she knew he was being too shocked, she could tell by the way his forehead frowned.

“Apparently I am.” She whispered, finally realizing as she saw it written black on white. That was real, and couldn’t convinced herself it was not. She then gave Aaron the paper and saw the way his muscles tensed in a second.

“I….wow.” Looking at her with a lost but happy smile.

And something no one had ever seen happened. Aaron lifted Emily in his arms, kissing her before putting her back on the floor. They would celebrate tonight. He only realized afterward when he saw the team staring at them with surprise expressions on their face.

“Can’t a man be happy to have a baby ?” He smiled truly, something very rare when it wasn’t with Emily and Jack in the confort of their home.

•

They did it step by step on the evening. No rush, just them enjoying their time. They had a quick dinner, Emily still in shock, fearing already something would happens to the baby and Aaron being confident, trying his best to reassure her.

Once Jack was asleep and after a quick shower they were both laying in bed, naked and safe in each other’s arms.

Emily then decided to pull herself up entirely on him, covering his body with hers and giving him sweet kisses.

“Em.”he muttered, his hand running over her waist, already feeling his blood rushing south down. And he was sure she was doing it on purpose. This morning wasn’t enough for you ?” he smirked.

“Never enough honey…” she whispered, nibbling his ear, perfectly knowing it was a sensitive spot. She felt him shivers against her, and it only made the fire in her body grows even more.

“Emily Prentiss, when did you become that soft?”

She laughed, “Don’t tell anyone.” sitting on him, purposely on his shaft, looking at him as innocently as she could, offering him a perfect view of her breasts. And by the way his eyes were shining, her plan was working. Aaron ran his hands over her still flat stomach, slowly on the scars, then reached her breasts. He cupped one of them and got up, just enough to kiss it, his tongue playing with her nipple, leaving her breathless, unable to control her moans. She grabbed his large shoulders, eyes closed, bitting her lower lip, feeling the excitement growing bigger and painfully inside of her.

“Aaron,” she groaned, slowly moving her hips against his hardness, too impatient, unable to keep playing this little seduction show she herself started. He didn’t answered but she suddenly felt him bit her nipple, making her scream.

Emily couldn’t wait and slipped one hand between their bodies, reaching his hardness and guiding him into her hot centre. She lifted up just enough her hip to let him enter and sat down, both of them moaning when they felt the connection. They stayed like this for few seconds, Aaron loving the sensation of being inside of her, buried deep inside. “Never giving up the command huh….” He whispered, his hands on her hips, as she started to move, driving him crazy.

“You’re not my boss here honey…”She smirked and slowly started to find the good rhythm, knowing they both wouldn’t last long, it was just too perfect. The feeling of her silken wall around him and the view she was offering him were enough for Aaron and with three more moves, he spilled himself inside of her, grunting, unable to keep it quiet.

“Let go sweetheart…” he whispered with a raspy voice, still moving slowly, wanting Emily to live the same orgasm. “Come for me....” He accompanied her, his hips thrusting harder into her, feeling she was close when Jack suddenly opened the door without knocking.

“Mommy…”he cried, stopping when he saw what was going on, only seeing Emily bare’s back and his dad laying under her, the sheets - thankfully - covering their private parts.

“Jack, what did I tell you about closed doors and knocking?” Aaron said, trying to cover them as much as they could, Emily still around him. He was trying hard to calm his breathing, still not fully recovered from his violent release. The little boy’s face became red, suddenly unable to say a word, like if this scene erased the reason why he came running into his dad’s room.

“Sorry daddy.” He replied, not really sure of what was going on, still too small.

As soon as she heard the door, Emily had grabbed the sheets and was trying to cover her, still on Aaron, being extremely embarrassed to be seen like that. They were both grown up adults but it was the first time she was getting caught, and just before the release, it was frustrating as hell. Looking down, she saw Aaron’s face that appeared to be half embarrassed, half annoyed, half amused.

“Wait for me in your room buddy I’ll come in 5 minutes.” He said as Jack nodded, his little face turning into a grimace, Emily always used to confort him and the boy had grow a very big love to her, he always asked about her when he felt scared or sick. “I want mommy…”

Aaron wasn’t that surprised and simply smiled to his boy, Emily feeling her cheeks blush a bit. “I’ll come sweetie, just let me 5 minutes.”

“Monster under the bed.” She said when he left, Aaron smiling at her, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. In his world. He silently slipped out of her, kissing her one more time.

“You should go sweetheart, for sure the boy isn’t your biological one but he’s stubborn like you.”

She chuckled. “Or should I say like you, my silly honey.” She quickly grabbed some shirt and pants, making her way toward Jack’s room. “When I come back you’ll have fo show me your monster.” She winked at him, a malicious look all over her face.

She left Aaron thinking his life couldn’t be better, after everything they had been through.

#aaron hotchner needs a hug #criminal minds #hotchniss #criminal minds fic #emily prentiss needs a hug #hotchniss fic #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfic #pregnancy #miracle baby #Jack is so cute

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the first promise he ever made (mouthpiece x velma)

a/n: i definitely need to dive into other couples but velma has always been such an attractive character to me that i love thinking about her and how she would act in all sorts of situations. as requested by @findaway-anastasia, this is how i thought mouthpiece and velma’s first date would go! it’s so funny that when i posted my first ever piece of writing, i thought i would just post that and be done with it, but once you start writing, the ideas keep coming and it feels like you can’t stop. the best part about writing about the same people in one timeline is that there are little details of mouthpiece and velma’s relationship that i like to link together between each of my stories. i wonder if anyone who has read more than one of my stories spots them too? anyway, apologies for the ramble, i hope this piece brightens your day a little!

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‘Oh, c’mon Vel, it’s been so long since you went on a date. Please, just this once! I promise ya, if ya don’t like him, ya ain’t ever gotta see him afta tonight. Hand to heart.’ Mamie pleaded with her best friend.

‘Ugh, fine, but Mamie! Ya better be right that he’s funny. The last date I went on I nearly cried because of how borin’ that guy was. I ain’t ever sitting through somethin’ like that again.’ Velma threatened jokingly, with just an edge of sharpness to show that she wasn’t really kidding. It was so frustrating to waste a perfectly good night on some guy that wanted nothing more than to get into her pants. But ever since Mamie started dating Diesel, a long-standing Jet member, she’d been wheedling a yes out of Velma to get her to go on a date with one of the single Jets. Velma could only reject her best friend’s pleas for so long, especially after this new boy called Mouthpiece came into the scene. Mamie seemed to have gotten it into her head that he would be perfect for her.

As Mamie fussed with Velma’s hair in preparation for her date, they finally settled on wavy tresses with delicately done braids on both sides of her head. The way Mamie spoke about Mouthpiece had Velma’s curiosity piqued. Thanks to Mamie’s incredible detective skills, she’d fed Velma with an arsenal of background information about the boy, especially in relation to the other Jets. According to Mamie, Mouthpiece was the same age as Velma, and went to the school in the poorest part of the West Side. He was their designated messenger, though he was shaping up to be a pretty poor one.

‘Diesel’s always complainin’ that Mouthpiece ain’t ever shut his mouth and then all the important information gets lost with his blabbering.’ Mamie giggled as she gently ran her fingers through Velma’s hair.

Velma only smiled thoughtfully in response. Huh, a talkative gang member. That was pretty rare. Most of the gang members she knew were the strong, silent type. She knew Ice and Diesel certainly were.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted their gossip session. Velma smoothed her dress and proceeded to the door, opening it to reveal a waiting Diesel and Mouthpiece.

‘Have fun, you two!’ Mamie cheerily exclaimed as she linked her arm through her boyfriend’s, while Diesel happily pecked her cheek. As the two lovebirds left, Velma turned to notice Mouthpiece staring at her with a slightly dazed expression.

‘Mouthpiece? You’re staring.’

Immediately, Mouthpiece regained his senses, a slight tint of pink dusting his cheeks.

‘Oh.’ He quickly replied, too afraid to say anything else that would betray his embarrassment.

Most girls probably would have been visibly confused by his strange behavior, or at least thrown him a teasing remark. What astonished him was that Velma had simply shrugged it off and given him a small smile, leading him out of her apartment building.

As he walked beside her, he couldn’t help but sneak a couple glances at her out of the corner of his eye. He was sure he’d never seen someone so beautiful in all his life. Her brown hair framed her symmetrical face perfectly, and those blue eyes of hers. They looked so gentle yet piercing. It almost felt like he was looking at a doll.

‘So, Mouthpiece, where’re we going?’ Velma finally asked, turning to give him her full attention.

The second those blue eyes came into full view, Mouthpiece felt like his breath had escaped him all over again. It took all his strength to muster his wits enough to formulate a reply.

‘I thought we could go to this diner. It ain’t fancy, but the food’s really good.’ Mouthpiece suggested tentatively, hoping she would like his idea. He’d known the chef for quite a while now, and could get the cheapest prices for the largest portions. Frankly speaking, he didn’t know if he could afford much more than that. It had seemed like a solid idea when he first ran it through with Tiger, but looking at this high-class girl who lived in her fancy apartment building, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

A wave of relief washed over him as she offered him another small smile, nodding her head.

‘That sounds lovely. Lead the way.’

As they made their way to the diner, Mouthpiece did what he did best in uncomfortable situations — talk. But what would be the best thing to say to this wonderful specimen of a girl walking beside him? He wanted to say something clever, something insightful. Something to make her think that he was more than just a street rat.

Instead, what came out was, ‘Ya think we ever see the same bird twice?’

Velma couldn’t help the uproarious laughter that burst out. She couldn’t believe her ears, but in the best way possible. No one had ever asked her such a genuine and arbitrary question before. Instinctively, she let her stiff back loosen and her shoulders slacken. This was going to be a fun night.

If he had thought her smile was gorgeous, her laugh had to be ten times prettier. No, a hundred times more. Her smile was pretty, without a doubt. But it was guarded; it felt like a part of her porcelain personality. That laugh, however, was unbridled and liberated. He felt how sincere that chuckle was, how amused she truly had been. That melodious sound was music to his ears, and what amazed him more was that she was laughing at something he said. He had made her laugh! Even though his plan to be learned had backfired massively. It astounded him — his ridiculous self had actually started to win her over.

Nevertheless, encouraged by her delighted reaction, they struck up an easy conversation, the two of them bonding over the simplest of things like a shared love for dances, and the way the pigeons in the West Side creeped them out. With every passing minute, Mouthpiece could feel himself falling for her more and more. It was in the way she paid complete attention to all of his replies, in the way her eyes lit up as they discussed dancing, in the way that cool and composed doll-like demeanor seemed to melt away around him.

Finally, as they reached the diner, they settled in and began ordering. A first-timer, Velma instinctively reached for the menu, but Mouthpiece immediately stopped her.

‘There’s a secret menu around here. That book doesn’t have anya the good stuff ya oughta be tryin’.’ Mouthpiece whispered conspiratually.

Velma couldn’t help but grin at the excited, adorable figure before her. Conversation flowed so naturally between the two of them, and every moment with him was interesting and unexpected. Damn Mamie. She really nailed this one.

‘Ya order then. I trust you,’ Velma replied casually, smiling brightly at him.

Butterflied erupted in his stomach the second he heard that. It was ridiculous, really, the hold she already had on him on their first meeting. But when she just said those three words in that offhand way of hers, it almost felt like a promise. Like he didn’t ever want to break that trust.

All his life, Mouthpiece never understood the point of promises. Promises meant expectations, and expectations meant disappointment. No one in his life had ever exceeded his expectations. The Jets were the best thing he had ever had, and even they didn’t count. They were brothers, sure, but they were also mirrors of their broken families and traumatic pasts. All of them reminded Mouthpiece of himself, and God knows he was a disappointment too.

But this girl. She seemed untainted by the troubles of their neighborhood, of the world, really. So far she’d done nothing but pleasantly surprise him. So for the first time ever, Mouthpiece made himself a promise.

I won’t ever break this girl’s trust.

As the two of them quickly demolished their specials, Velma found herself observing the boy opposite her. If she was being honest with herself, prior to leaving the house, she had been fully resigned to sitting through a bland conversation that she would have had to carry. However, Mouthpiece had been anything but. He was witty and hilarious, and the fierce loyalty he displayed to the Jets was touching to see. Not to mention he’s easy on the eyes too, she privately thought before fighting the creeping blush on her cheeks.

‘Shall we go? I have one more place I wanna bring ya to.’ Mouthpiece asked as he extended his hand to her, their food now finished.

If Velma was surprised by his advances, she didn’t show it. Smiling at him, she easily slipped her hand in his as they headed off, lightheaded in each other’s presence.

If their conversation had been easy, the comfortable silence they had between them was even easier. Mouthpiece never felt at ease with silence; it was the perfect breeding ground for his thoughts to run wild in the quiet. It caused him to recall the depressed silence from his ma after she got a beating from his pa. It made him remember the times he had to stifle his own noisy tears on the roof in case anyone heard. But with Velma, his thoughts were miraculously grounded. She effortlessly occupied all of his headspace with her laugh and her smile and her words. It was only with her that he felt even vaguely relaxed in the silence.

Turning the corner, Mouthpiece gestured to their destination. Beautiful bouquets adorned the stall, with a couple of baskets of flowers at the foot. An assortment of roses, tulips and lavender were displayed in that little flower stand. Looking at Velma’s surprised but pleased expression, an inexplicable sense of pride filled his chest.

‘I know yous girls love flowers, so I thought you’d like this place,’ Mouthpiece admitted. Truthfully, he hadn’t planned on doing this prior to their meeting. But he’d liked Velma so much that he knew he wanted to see her again, and this ingenious little ploy of his was to suss out her favorite flower so he could bring it for her in future.

That is, if she wanted to see him again.

‘Oh, Mouthpiece, this is so sweet of you. Thank you, I love this stand!’ Velma exclaimed in a most uncharacteristic squeal, before throwing her arms around him in an excited hug. She’d been so delighted all night, and this wonderful surprise sent her over the moon. For all that Velma’s family seemed so well-to-do, she really was a simple girl, easily satisfied by the smallest gestures.

Taken aback by her forwardness, Mouthpiece momentarily froze, before quickly regaining his senses to hug her back. She was so warm, sunshine personified. He never wanted to let go.

If there was any doubt that she’d want to see him again, it was all but gone now.

Settling on a small bouquet of red roses, Velma blissfully linked her arms in his, sniffing the flowers as they strolled back to her apartment. No boy had ever been this thoughtful to her on a date, and Velma relished in this careful attention. It wasn’t practiced or rehearsed; she could feel that he was genuinely trying to do all the right things with her, and that attempt alone meant more to her than anything else.

Night had fallen, and though Velma wasn’t truly cold, she delighted in the excuse to lean on Mouthpiece’s shoulder just a little more, to hold his arm just a little tighter, and to walk just a little slower.

Mouthpiece, on the other hand, struggled between getting his brain not to short-circuit and actually enjoying the date. She was perfect, so perfect, that the broken part in him couldn’t see how she could ever enjoy his company, never mind like him. But there she was, her head gently resting on his shoulder as they took a detour back to her apartment, and he had to pinch himself to remind him that it was all real.

Inevitably, as they finally got back to her home, she slowly turned to him and looked at him longingly.

‘I had a great time tonight, Mouthpiece. Thank you for taking me, and for the flowers.’

‘No, yea, sure. I had a great time too,’ he stammered. His palms started to become clammy, as his mind ran a mile a minute in anticipation for what he wanted to do.

Kiss her now. Hurry up.

But he stood there frozen, paralysed by apprehension and hesitation. Would this scare her away? Would she slap him for moving things too fast? What if her parents opened the door and saw their daughter standing there with a juvenile delinquent?

For a few seconds, Velma kept her gaze on him. But seeing his outwardly blank stare, she tried her best to mask her crestfallen expression, and turned away to head into her apartment.

As if broken in his trance by her turning away, he hurriedly grasped her wrist. This was now or never.

Do it, you idiot.

Before he could overthink any more, Mouthpiece pressed his lips to hers, his emotions of the night all poured out in that one action. Excitement, comfort, gratitude, infatuation, and the beginning of an overwhelming feeling he couldn’t quite identify yet.

He felt her kiss him back gently, relief coursing through his veins as he confirmed her feelings.

And she’s a good kisser too. How perfect can one girl be?

Finally pulling away, she shyly asked, ‘Does that mean I’ll see you again?’

Her irresistible expression compelled Mouthpiece to pull her into a warm hug. God, she was just perfect.

‘You can count on it, sweetheart.’

#west side story #west side story 2021 #west side story fanfic #mouthpiece #mouthpiece x velma #velma #ben tyler cook #maddie ziegler #my stories #writings #rambling

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Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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You and Andy were highschool sweethearts and ended up having a kid young, a marriage young, and a divorce young. Your mom runs into one of her friends in a grocery store and her friend brags about her daughter and how she’s gonna marry a doctor and your mom slips up and says “my daughter is married to a district attorney” next thing you know you and Andy are at said mothers friends Christmas party pretending you’re still together (well, pretending up until you get caught hooking up in the bathroom, your mother seeming more than thrilled as if she had planned it the whole time…)

𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3,4k

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: ex-husband!Andy Barber x ex-wife!Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language; some fluff; shitty trying to flirt; young pregnancy (reader is 20 then); divorce; your mum being the matchmaker; getting back with the ex;

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𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!

Andy was your everything. He always has been. From the right beginning, he was nothing but wonderful. Not only with you but your twins as well. But everything has its end…

------------------------ your teenage days ------------------------

You were new in Newton. Didn’t know anyone but your mum. The first few days in the new city weren’t easy. Even more when you’re going through your parents' divorce and changing school. You felt different from others and had no idea what to do about this situation.

You were going down the stairs when someone stumbled and knocked you over. “Oh, my god!” The boy, as it turned out, seemed to be really worried. He helped you stand up and then, you looked at him.

He was beautiful. The piercing blue eyes were the most beautiful you have ever seen. You couldn’t stop but watch him carefully. Didn’t want to miss anything from his behaviour or appearance.

“I’m Andy by the way.” The boy smiled at you and you felt weak in the knees. How someone you had just met, can make you feel this way? You didn’t know. “And what’s your name, beautiful?”

His smile faded immediately. “That sounds cheap, shit.” Andy murmured to himself, but you heard him perfectly well. You giggled at his words, he was funny though.

“I’m y/n.” Andy’s smile could brighten your worst days. “It’s nice to meet you, Andy.”

“Are you new here?” He asked. He looked really curious. “I have never seen you before.”

You smiled at his question. Maybe it wasn’t as bad, after all. It looked as if you found your first friend. “Yeah, just moved to Boston. My mum has to change her job.” You explained briefly, didn't want to tell your whole life story to a new boy you have just met.

“Maybe you would like to go for a coffee sometime?” Andy looked full of hope for you to agree.

“Yeah, why not!” His smile was even bigger after your words.

------------------------ a few weeks later ------------------------

“God, you’re so pretty, y/n.” Andy confessed. Your cheeks had reddish a little but you wouldn’t amid it to yourself or Andy especially. “And blush so cute…” He sounded dreamy.

“Oh, just shut up!” You hid your head in your hands. “I’m not blushing!” Andy just laughed at your behaviour.

He felt wrong about his crush on you. Even though, he needed to accept it. Spending most of his days with you was like a dream and nightmare at the same time.

You were good friends, so he didn’t want to fucked this up. Andy gave you all of his attention. He was affectionate, told you a lot of compliments, always made your days better. He never felt like this with anyone. Sometimes, he was thinking that you could be his first, true love.

And you were thinking similarly. The things he made was making you shy. With him, you felt like a better version of yourself.

The flirty atmosphere between you both almost felt innocent. He would tell you some not so good pick-up line and you would try to hide your blushing. The way you smiled at Andy, made his heart beat faster.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” He asked one day. You could swear that his sweet-talk was getting worse and worse every day.

“It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt.” You answered. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.” You said to Andy one day. Then, he was the one with reddish cheeks. You couldn’t stop but laugh at the cuteness of him.

There were a few things that made him go crazy. Like when you hugged him with so much passion he could feel butterflies going alive in his belly. Or when you both lied under the night sky - watching the stars carefully. Once you saw a falling one. “Andy look, look!” You were so fascinated by it, that you weren’t able to notice the way he looked at you. “Fast! We have to make a wish!” He didn’t need to think long. I wish you were mine.

You looked at him like there was no one else in the world. The admiration in your eyes was almost too obvious for him to not catch it. Wel… He didn’t.

------------------------ six months later ------------------------

It took Andy six months to finally ask you out. Both you and he were too scared to do it earlier.

“We’ve known each other for so long. I can’t imagine my life - myself - without you anymore. And I really don’t want to.” He said that day. His hands shaking and sweaty. The whole situation was making Andy stressed like never before. But god! Wasn’t it all worth its price? “You and I together… would that be weird?” He asked after a while.

“No. No, I don’t think so.” You were so happy, you ran into his arms - almost knocking over both of you. “We’re already basically an old married couple. What harm could it be to try it out for real?” Andy laughed so hard at this, butterflies appearing in his stomach again.

“So…” He started teasingly. “Will you give me the honour and let me take you to the fancy restaurant I can afford just because momma gave me pocket money yesterday, Mrs Barber?”

“With pleasure, Mr Barber.” The kiss Andy gave you after this felt so unrealistic. It was a loving one, lips brushing against each other. The feather-light touch made them both feel at home - signalling how deep they have already fallen.

------------------------ 20th birthday of reader ------------------------

Everything happened way too quickly. You were supposed to spend your birthday drinking cheap alcohol and dancing with your boyfriend until dawn in your new, small apartment.

But there you were… Sitting on the cold bathroom's floor with a pregnancy test in one hand, the other was covering your open mouth. You felt like you were about to die. Two the two distinctive lines nearly got you a heart attack. You weren’t prepared for that.

Both you and Andy just moved to a new place (too small for a baby) - wanting to plan a life together. But children weren’t a part of that. Not yet. You were way too young. He hasn’t even graduated from college yet. You were sure he wouldn't be ready to be a father any more than you were unprepared to be a mother.

You didn’t know how long you were sitting there. Andy made it already home, and you still were in a god damn bathroom.

“Honey, I’m back!” You heard from the door. Andy took off his coat, shoes as well and made his way into the house. He was so excited to tell you about his day at the university. “Honey?”

You took a deep breath and said with a sharp from crying voice: “ Here!”

Andy went to the bathroom, where he thought you were. The grimace replaced his smile. “Princess…” He crouched down. “What’s wrong?” He asked with a frown.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes. Not when you squandered both yours and his future. “I-I…” You weren’t able to find the right words to announce that. “I’m pregnant.”

Andy froze in place for a moment. But then he took you into his arms and lulled you like a baby. “It’s okay.” He whispered inside your ear. “We’ll figure it all out. You don’t have to worry, sweetheart.”

“You still love me?” You asked with fresh tears in your eyes. Andy felt something breaking in himself at that image. He was supposed to make you the happiest girl on the earth. And here, his princess was crying her heart out.

“Of course, I still love you, baby!” He said. “I will always love you.” The kiss onto the forehead he just gave you was the thing you needed the most. “No matter what, sunshine.”

------------------------ 2 years later ------------------------

Your wedding with Andy wasn’t big. There were only a few people there. But you didn’t anyone but him. He, and your little baby boy - Jacob, were your everything. You believed that he was feeling the same. Well… How wrong you were…

Andy was still at work. It wasn’t a surprise though. Lately, he’s been so inattentive it really was hurting you. He spent most of his time at his office, too preoccupied to notice his little family in the first place.

Your bed was too cold for your liking, he would sleep on the office couch instead. It put a strain on your once strong marriage. You didn’t feel loved anymore. Andy hasn’t said even one compliment to you for at least four months. He didn’t say “I love you” before falling asleep when one in some time he would sleep in your bed. You felt like strangers.

He was pulling you away, you felt that. Everything was important but you. Even Jake felt off these days. Even though he just had his first birthday, your little boy could tell something was happening between his mommy and daddy.

Even with him, Andy didn't spend as much time as he used to. It was tearing you apart. You tried to work things out, but couldn’t do it anymore. Your marriage was going to an end.

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You heard him tossing his briefcase aside. He was way too loud. You made your way to the hall when your ‘husband’ was.

“Can you be quieter for a god’s sake?” You asked with obvious anger. ”I’ve just put Jacob to sleep. He’s really uneasy those few days, but would you know?”

Andy was taken aback because of your disapproval. “What do you try to say?!”

“I told you to be quiet, Andrew!” You whisper-yelled at him. He really was making you see red. How can he pretend he doesn’t know about his absence?! “You’re rarely here, Andrew.” That was the right time to tell him. “And I’m sick of that.”

“Can we not talk about this right now?” He seemed irritated. But the whole thing was his fault. How can he act like that? “I would really like to just go to sleep and…”

You interrupted him. “And what?” He was pissing you off so, so much you thought you’re going o tear him apart. “And what, Andrew?! “It’s like you never really see me for god’s sake. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t fucking see me, Andrew!”

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t know what to say to make it better.

“I want a divorce.” You finally say.

------------------------ sometime later ------------------------

It was over. Your fucking marriage was over and you felt so empty. It was like some weight was taken off of your shoulders but it hurt. It really hurt, because he was everything he needed and wanted this whole time.

The only thing that was keeping you alive was your little baby boy. You had to make it for him.

Even though, you weren’t together anymore - Andy was an amazing dad. He helped you a lot with raising this bond of happiness. But seeing him was making you feel so devastated, you had to make your mum the person who would pick Jacob up from Andy’s.

She didn’t mind that. Y/m/n loved his grandson like nothing else. He was her everything - just like yours.

She couldn’t believe it when you told her about your plans. For her, your marriage was perfect. She knew perfectly well how much both you and Andy loved each other and she was sure that that feeling was still there. She would make sure of that.

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The idea of how to make you and Andy get back together appeared in your mum’s head at the freaking grocery shop. She needed some more stuff for dinner. Y/m/n was walking down the aisle when someone said her name. It was old lady Mrs Walker - the worst gossip girl in the whole Newton. “How lovely. It’s good she moved from here” - your mom thought.

“It’s so good to see you, y/m/n!” She said with a fake smile plastered on her wrinkled face. “I have some news for you!”

“Oh, really?” Your mum pretended to be curious about it. To be truthful, she didn’t give a shit about it. “I can’t wait to hear it!”

“My daughter is getting married to some doctor!” Mrs Walker said with enthusiasm. “Monica got engaged last Friday!”

“Oh, how lovely!” She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous about it. The words just slip up… “My daughter is married to a district attorney!” Who is better now, bitch?!

“That’s so good to hear! Y/n must be lucky to have a husband like that.” Y/m/n knew lying was anything but good, but hearing the envy in this bitch voice was a pleasure to her ears. It was worth it after all.

“Sure she is!”

“I have a great idea!” Mrs Walker spoke again. “I’m throwing a Christmas party! How about you, your daughter and her mysterious husband come as well?”

“Yeah!” Your mum felt like kissing this old cow’s feet would be good then. It was a brilliant idea! “Why nor?!”

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“You did what?!” You couldn’t believe the words she said. She was your mother, but you could swear she was acting like a child sometimes. “Mum! How am I supposed to ask him about it?! Maybe you didn’t notice but we’re divorced.” You said bitterly. There was no way you would do that. Even for her.

“Y/n look!” Your mum was serious like never before. “Do it for me, okay? I want to make this stupid bitch jealous!” That was another lie. She wanted nothing more than you and Andy being together again. “You know how she is!”

“God!” You yelled. “I hate you sometimes, mum!”

She wasn’t offended at that. Y/m/n took you into her arms, kissing your cheeks like once you were five. “I love you so much, baby girl!”

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“You’re kidding, right?” Andy laughed at your plea.

“Look…” You breathed deeply. “I know it sounds like a joke, but my mum really wants us together at this stupid party. I can do nothing about it!”

“No.” He couldn’t pretend to be your husband. Andy knew it would make feelings grow even bigger than they were.

“Great.” You said with irony. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” You stood up and tried to make your way from the coffee you used to go with Andy so often. The old good times.

The look on your pretty face made Andy feel strange. He stood up as well and went after you. “Y/n, wait! Wait for me please!”. You couldn’t help but stop as if dead in your tracks. Your breath was shallow and you wondered why his voice still made you feel this way.

“Okay…” Andy said finally. “I’m gonna pretend to be your husband.

“You still have your ring, right?” You asked after a minute or two.

“Yes, of course!” He seemed almost offended at your question. “How would I throw it away?”

------------------------ Christmas party ------------------------

Everything was beautiful. You felt like you were in some kind of a Christmas film. You sat at the large, beautifully decorated table, your hand in Andy’s. You could swear it felt like the old times. When you both were just a couple of teenagers stupidly in love. It felt so right to be touched by him again. It was perfect.

You’ve almost ended your dinner when Andy escape his hand away from you and put it on your tight instead. You choke on your portion of mashed potatoes when he started making some circles on your skin.

The smirk that appeared on his stupidly handsome face told you everything. Little did you know about your mum, that was watching carefully every yours and Andy’s move. She was so happy when she saw how connected you still were. She knew that from the beginning. You and Andy were meant for each other.

After a few more minutes you excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Your ex-husband went right beside you. Y/m/n couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face at that sight. She did it! Everything was on the good path.

You were just about to close the bathroom’s door when someone put his foot between it. You wanted to scream, scared that someone was trying to hurt you. “It’s me.” A very well-known voice made it obvious who it was.

“Andy!” You hit his shoulder. “You scared the shit outta me!” He only laughed at your words. He went closer, pulling you to his body by the waist. “What are you doing?”

“What I should do a long time ago, honey.” He whispered into your ear before kissing you passionately. You made out for a few seconds but then it hit you. You pushed him away.

“We can’t!” You said. “We can’t Andy!”

“Why?” He was confused. He thought you wanted this as well.

“It won’t work.” The sadness in your voice was tearing his heart apart. “We tried, but it just didn’t work out. You know it!”

“Why not try again!” He needed you near him, you and Jacob. Not just for short visits. He wanted and needed it all the time. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I have no choice.”

Then, you were confused one. “Tell me what, exactly?”

“God! I can’t act like this anymore… We can’t ignore our feelings any longer! Both you and I or even your mother know that we still love each other.” He wasn’t scared anymore to talk about his real emotions. “Don’t deny it, please…”

You looked at his plump, just asking for some attention lips. You were standing so close to him, that you felt his chest touching yours. “I missed you, Mr Barber.” You latched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“And I missed you, Mrs Barber.” He pulled you even closer by your neck, connecting your mouths together. This time, the kiss was more passionate, full tongue and teeth.

You were so preoccupied with yourselves that didn’t hear the door opening. Your mum stood in the entrance happier than ever.

“I was right!” She screamed. You and Andy you broke off from each other. You didn’t see her this happy for a long, long time.

“Mum!” You couldn’t believe she has just interrupted such a moment.

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kyovtani · 3 years

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𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆

࿏ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x chubby female reader ࿏ genre: fluff, smut, angst; best friends to lovers!AU ࿏ word count: 11.6k (at this point i have no explanation, im sorry) ࿏ warnings: swearing, mentions of body image issues, self doubts, anxiety, bullying, fat shaming; as well as violence and blood (iwa gets into a fight mwah); ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamics, soft dom!iwa, body worship, praising, sugarcoated degradation, spitting, choking, fingering, face riding, unprotected sex

࿏ Summary: After four years of trying to get over your stupid crush on your best friend, said male finally comes back home and all of a sudden all of those plans are thrown overboard...

Even though you‘ve known about it for so long now, you still feel your heart skip a beat when Matsukawa mentions his return to Japan and no matter how hard you try to, you can‘t help the way the disgusting mixture of anxiety, nervousness and excitement starts filling your veins.

After all it‘s been literal years since you‘ve last seen him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, former Seijoh Ace, now freshly majored athletic trainer, your best friend of ten years and — love of your life.

However, of course he doesn‘t know about the latter and as pathetic as it may sound, you‘re quite proud of yourself for hiding your feelings for him so well that he hasn‘t suspected anything in all these years the two of you have been friends.

Of course it‘s painful and basically nothing but literal torture to watch the guy you‘ve lost your heart to years ago, move on with his life thinking he‘s nothing but a friend to you, but you know you‘d always choose this pain over the one of rejection and shame.

Because after all you‘re not his type or what he looks for in a partner and you're very much aware of it.

And no matter how many times you daydream about a life as his girlfriend, you won’t ever forget about the fact that Iwaizumi Hajime, basically a literal athlete, would never date someone who looked like you.

Growing up on the bigger side, physically wise, has always been difficult and something you're struggling with to this day. You had always hoped for those extra pounds to disappear once you hit puberty, just like it had happened to all of your friends but those hopes were quickly destroyed when you still found yourself hiding from full length mirrors to avoid having to look at your own body in your third year of High School.

By the time you turned eighteen, you had tried every kind of diet in hopes of losing weight but all of them just ended with you losing motivation and every bit of your happiness and even though you still struggle with it in your mid-twenties, you‘ve come to terms with it.

This is who you are and despite taking literal decades to realize it, you‘ve slowly but surely started accepting it.

However, when it comes to relationships, you‘ve given up completely.

After years and years of being rejected, hidden, fat shamed and disrespected by men who hated their own attraction to bigger women, you stopped wasting your time and energy on dating. If you wanted to hear someone shame you for being big, you could just go home to your family or back in your memory to remember all those mean things the skinny girls in your school had thrown at you.

Or you could just look in the mirror and let your brain do the job after eating literally anything.

Just thinking about a guy like Iwaizumi looking at you in that way has you chuckling coldly and every time you imagine confessing to him, it ends with a broken heart on your side because your brain loves to keep things realistic and never once have you considered the possibility of him liking you back.

It‘s not that Iwaizumi, or any of the Seijoh Volleyball boys, have treated you badly or even slightly differently in the three years you were their manager, but after having to deal with fat shaming your whole life, it has become quite difficult for you to believe that anyone found you attractive at all.

Especially people like the widely known Seijoh third years who also happen to – still – be your closest friends.

And unfortunately, as glad as you are that Iwaizumi remains rather oblivious to your year-long crush on him, the other boys, including the professional athlete to be, Oikawa Tōru who’s currently living his best life in Argentina are pretty much aware of your feelings for the trainer.

So, just as usual whenever the topic of Iwaizumi Hajime enters the conversation between the other two, you’re met with pitying stares from Takahiro and a lot of teasing coming from Issei. But at this point you’ve gotten quite used to it and don’t mind the brunette’s words, whereas you still find yourself growing absolutely annoyed at the way Makki stared at you.

“Stop staring at me like that, Hiro!”, you hiss and roll your eyes, the pity in his face so evident, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s mocking you.

“Just confess to him already!”, the strawberryblonde hisses, running one of his pale hands through his locks before he takes a big sip from his beer.

“Yeah, sure!”, you spit back, your words dripping in sarcasm and annoyance as you try to avoid your chest from growing even heavier at the thought of your best friend coming back after all those years.

“He broke up with that blondie months ago”, Matsukawa begins, his naturally sleepy gaze roaming your face attentively, “and he’s coming back to Japan. Now you really have no excuse left, Y/N”, and just as usual his words hit the right spot and all you can do is let out a shaky sigh before the intensity of your insecurities breaks down onto you like a huge wave.

“I‘m not his type, Mattsun”, you hiss, the bitter taste of reality coating the muscle of your tongue in the worst way possible, “and I‘ve had enough males reject and– or fat shame me. If I have to add Hajime to that list as well, it’s going to break me.”

You feel the two males’ soft gazes on you, whereas you can‘t help but focus on the napkin in between your fingers in hopes of distracting yourself from all those dark thoughts by nervously pulling at it.

“Iwa‘s not like that, Y/N”, Makki replies, brows furrowed in irritation; something you've grown quite used to seeing whenever the topic of your body image issues occured.

“Has he ever dated a big girl before, hm?”, you reply and look at him with arched brows and your lips pressed into a thin line. At the lack of response from the two men in front of you, you just lean back and nod.

“That‘s the point”, you take another deep, shaky breath; the tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes at the thought of your pretty faced best friend and only men in your heart, “nobody likes women who look like me in that certain way, my loves. Every guy I‘ve been and slept with wanted to hide me or the relationship we had because they didn‘t want to be seen with a big girl.”

Suddenly you‘re hit with the memory of all those times you went home after any kind of intercourse with a male who had brought your hopes up with sugarcoated lies. Only to receive a harsh reality check when they asked you to not tell anyone about it, knowing it‘s simply because of the fact you aren‘t part of society‘s beauty standards.

“Y/N, we-”, “I‘m not talking about you two”, you‘re quick to interrupt Hanamaki, giving him a soft smile, “I know you don‘t care about it and sometimes I find myself wishing I would have fallen for one of you instead of the professional trainer”, you let out an empty, coldhearted chuckle before you finish your glass of wine in one go.

“I would fuck you without hesitation”, Mattsun shrugs, his plump lips stretching into a playful smirk and the tiny hint of seriousness in his gaze has you rolling your eyes with a soft scoff.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Issei”, Makki hisses and gives his best friend the same reaction as you.

“What? I‘m being serious! You know this isn‘t the first time I‘m offering this to you, pretty one”, the brunette replies and this time you can‘t help but chuckle softly at his words, showing him your appreciation for his ability to make such heavy topics vanish from the surface so easily.

“Thank you, Issei but that guy I met on Tinder has been ghosting me for two weeks after we fucked and that‘s why I‘ve had enough dick for now”, and just when you let your gaze roam over the brunette‘s handsome face, you watch Hanamaki‘s face brighten up suddenly and furrow your brows in confusion.

“Hearing Y/N talk about dick is definitely not what I was expecting to come back to but it‘s surely a surprise!”

And upon hearing the familiar voice of your best friend, you understand the reason behind the change in Makki’s expression.

You watch the other two get up from their chairs, approaching the freshly majored trainer with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces whereas you try your best to stay as calm as possible.

However, the simple thought of Iwaizumi coming back had already stressed you out and having him stand behind you in all his glory made the tightness in your chest and the struggle to take proper breaths intensify just like that.

After what feels like an eternity you finally get yourself to stand up as well, turning around literally convinced you‘re ready to see him again after all these years only for it to be the exact opposite.

Your heart skips a whole beat at the sight of Iwaizumi and for a quick second you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

“Hey”, he mumbles, his voice deep and raspy, something you‘re used to since the two of you have been talking regularly on the phone over the time yet hearing it in person again sends a jolt of hot arousal right into your core.

You nervously let your eyes roam his face; taking in the sight of his features, which have become even sharper during his absence. A soft sigh falls past your lips when you find the little scar right underneath his eyebrow which he had gotten back in middle school during one of his volleyball practices. The familiarity and feeling of security in the soft expression of his pretty, dark green eyes calms you down in an instant and by the time you feel your muscles ease up a bit, he‘s already approaching you with open arms.

Different than you’ve expected from yourself, you‘re quick to wrap your arms around his slim waist, taking him into your embrace with the intention of never letting him go again and at the feeling of his big hands on your body, you can‘t help but tear up a little.

You sniffle softly against the crook of his neck, Iwaizumi letting out a breathy chuckle at your sweet reaction as he caresses your back gently, subconsciously massaging your soft flesh to calm you down even more.

“Seems like someone missed me a lot more than she wanted to admit on the phone, hm?”, Iwa mumbles softly, placing the sweetest kiss on the top of your head as he holds you tight.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki let out a row of deep chuckles, partly laughing at your obvious reaction and partly because of their best friend‘s blatant oblivion.

“Shut up”, you reply with a sniff, taking in the light yet intense smell of his aftershave as well as the scent of detergent you had missed oh so much.

“Enough now, Y/N”, Mattsun huffs, “you can cuddle his stupid ass some other time, let‘s catch up with Mister America”, he adds and you know too well the tall brunette simply does it to stop you from falling even further into this dark hole you‘ve dug yourself; all those years ago.

Throughout the whole night, you stay rather quiet; listening to Iwaizumi‘s stories, more so to his voice but definitely his stories, too.

And every time he mentions some random girl he hooked up with or one of his ex girlfriends, you can literally feel the way he‘s avoiding your gaze; his eyes moving away from your face to focus on the guys as his voice turns a little less enthusiastic. You try your best not to read anything into it, knowing he‘s always been more hesitant towards you when it came to topics like this and in some way you find yourself appreciating it because it definitely helps to make the pain in your chest a little less heavy.

The atmosphere between the four of you remains calm; the familiarity something you‘ve always missed despite you and the other two boys spending just as much time together as you used to back in High School. Having Iwaizumi in your little circle again definitely has changed the air and it‘s in times like these you realize just how close you all actually are.

However, when Hanamaki and Matsukawa both stand up, cigarettes firmly placed between their plump lips, telling the two of you to give them a few minutes, you feel yourself slowly wandering into a state of anxiousness and slight panic.

It‘s not like you haven‘t talked to him alone during his stay in America, but the thought of having to look him in the eyes as you speak has always been something you‘ve struggled with.

Iwaizumi has this certain expression in his beautiful, dark green eyes, which makes it so much harder to not fall for him even more.

You don‘t know if it‘s the confidence and lack of insecurity or the mixture of softness and home which have the butterflies in your stomach go absolutely crazy.

Neither of you say anything for a good minute, your eyes glued to your phone screen which continuously lights up; Oikawa‘s name appearing several times.

You excuse yourself to give the professional athlete the responses he‘s waiting for, rolling your eyes at his way of telling you to shoot your shot at Iwa and “get that D”.

“Are you still talking to that one guy you told me about?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his eyes never once leaving yours and with a soft chuckle, you shake your head; enjoying the amount of protectiveness dripping from his words.

“We fucked and then he ghosted me”, you say casually, not realizing that it‘s not one of the other two boys you‘re talking to and with a soft gasp of embarrassment you try to mumble your way out of the situation.

“Iwa, I‘m-”, “Why the fuck would he even do that? Give me his fucking address so I can introduve his kneecaps to my baseball bat”, he‘s quick to interrupt you harshly, his tone filled with anger as his eyes gleam with wrath.

“It‘s okay”, you smile softly, placing your hand on his balled fists to calm him down again, “he told me not to tell anyone that we did it so his intentions have never been good. And on top of that – his dick game was so bad, I didn‘t even get to finish but had to take care of it myself, so it‘s definitely not worth the headache.”

You watch Iwaizumi‘s expression darken even further, his beautiful dark green eyes roaming your face with irritation oozing from his gaze and for a second you like to believe that there‘s even a hint of jealousy in between all those intense emotions but just as usual you find yourself shaking it off rather quickly.

“Why did he ask you not to tell anyone? What the fuck is even wrong with that guy?”, the brunette spits, downing the rest of his beer in one go.

You know why he‘s this angry and at this point you can’t even blame him anymore. Iwaizumi has never really understood why you put up with guys who treated you like absolute shit; continuously telling you how you deserved so much better and even though you wanted to agree, you simply couldn‘t. Because in your head, all those men who were ashamed of being with you yet still found their way to your door were exactly what was meant to be your life.

“Because being with a woman like me isn‘t anything he‘s proud of, Iwa”, you sigh, the words heavy and bitter on your tongue as you struggle to voice the hard reality.

“A woman like you?”, he replies and you see the genuine confusion on his handsome face, making his oblivion sweet almost.

“A big woman, Iwaizumi. Guys don‘t date big girls because we don‘t fit into society‘s beauty standards so being with us is something they‘re ashamed of because God forbid someone thinks they find us attractive“, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt, not having the courage to look into his face as those thing leave your lips, too embarrassed to meet his usually so welcoming and soft, but now wrath-filled gaze.

“That‘s bullshit”, Hajime is quick to spit back, hating the way you belittle yourself like that because of a random guy.

You smile, a soft scoff falling past your lips before you take a sip from the glass in front of you and even though you know you‘re going to regret those words, you still can‘t get yourself to stop from leaving you.

“Then why have you never dated a big girl, Haji?”, your voice is slightly shaky yet you remain the eye contact like a champion, never once averting your gaze from his handsome face even though the thrumming of your heart in your throat makes it so much more difficult to stay focused.

Iwaizumi seems taken aback; your words obviously hitting a place he wasn‘t expecting and that‘s when the feeling of guilt reaches its peak.

“I‘m not- It‘s not because I don‘t find them attractive I just- I uhm-”, the freshly majored professional trainer stumbles over his words like a two-year-old who just started learning how to speak and at the sight of a deep blush covering the apples of his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose and the whole of his neck, you let out a soft sigh.

“You don‘t have to explain yourself, Iwaizumi. I wasn‘t trying to accuse you of anything or offend you in any way, I promise. It’s just a topic I‘ve grown really tired of in the past few years”, you explain, making sure to choose your words carefully and when the tall male suddenly starts calming down again, you know you‘ve got him.

“Y/N, look-”, “Hey, Y/N the weak-dick-game guy is sitting at the bar with his ugly friends, just for your information”, Matsukawa‘s deep voice quickly cuts Iwaizumi off, his words sending shivers down your spine in the most disgusting way possible and with an almost painful roll of your eyes, you down the rest of your best friend‘s beer.

“Wait- What? Which one is it?”, Iwaizumi grunts, the calmness from a few seconds ago completely gone as you look at him with brows furrowed in slight irritation and annoyance.

“It doesn‘t matter, Iwa”, you say and wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, making him look into your eyes with another soft exhale, “he‘s not worth it. Just let it go.”

“Y/N, I said”, Iwaizumi is quick to place one of his big hands on your cheek, the dominance in his aura and the authority gleaming in his eyes has you gasping for air and just as usual you feel your panties growing wetter by the minute, “which one is it?”

His words don‘t leave room for protest; so strict and demanding, no matter how hard you try to think rationally, his naturally dominant persona has you submitting to him in a way no other guy has ever managed to.

“T-The one with the long, dark purple Hair”, you quickly reply, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s anger and determination.

“Good girl”, he mumbles and pulls away, not even aware of the way his praise has your cunt throbbing like crazy and you absolutely hate him for it.

For a second you can‘t even get back to reality, the haze of arousal and longing for the tall male standing in front of you completely taking over your consciousness.

However, as soon as your brain registers Makki‘s panicked voice, you‘re quick to snap back and without missing another beat, you grab Iwaizumi‘s arm and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please don‘t make a scene”, you whisper, knowing oh too well how much he loves to get himself in trouble because of his friends.

“He fucked then ghosted you all that while saying he doesn‘t want anyone to know he was with you because you're a big girl? That ugly fucker needs a fucking reality check because he can count himself hella fucking lucky to ever get a go with a woman as amazing and hot as you”, Iwaizumi hisses, his words filled with anger yet so, so sweet that without giving it another thought, you simply let go and try not to show him just how flustered he‘s gotten you.

“Are you guys about to kiss right now?”, Matsukawa suddenly says and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you lift your hand up, showing him your middle finger before you watch Iwaizumi‘s brows furrow even further with visible irritation.

“Then don‘t fight him”, you sigh, “please, Hajime, don‘t get yourself in trouble for a guy who‘s not worth it.”

“We‘ll see about it”, is all he says before he moves out of your tight grip, leaving you to stand at the table like that.

You feel your heart picking up its pace at the sight of the love of your life approaching your ex-hook up; several worst case scenarios popping up in your head within a few short seconds. And unfortunately every single one ends with Hajime throwing his fist into the guy‘s face because of his raging anger issues; something he‘s been trying to handle throughout his whole life.

“Makki, please do something”, you whimper and look at the strawberryblonde with glossy eyes; shivers running down your spine at the sudden sound of Hajime's deep voice cutting through the music of the bar.

“Not into you my fucking ass”, Takahiro hisses and follows Iwaizumi with quick steps, whereas Matsukawa remains next to you, watching the scene unfold with the fattest, shit eating grin on his face.

And while you‘re worried about Iwaizumi‘s well-being, said male can‘t even seem to think straight. The only thing he manages to focus on is the raging anger and hot wrath rushing through his veins at the thought of some random, small dicked guy treating you like dirt. With every step he takes, it seems to get worse and at some point the professional trainer is worried about his physical health because of the pace his heart is hammering against his rib cage with.

Iwaizumi has always struggled to understand why you put up with males who are literally unworthy of your presence yet every time he had asked, you simply shrugged and told him that this was how you were meant to be loved. Behind closed doors, hidden away from the world by people who literally worship the society‘s beauty standard.

And all of that when you‘ve had him right in front of you for all those years, ready to love and worship every bit of your body and soul.

Of course for you to let him love you he might have had to tell you about his feelings but as the years passed by, Iwaizumi slowly started to lose every bit of hope he had left. During his four year long absence you‘ve had your fair share of boyfriends and after the third one, the only choice he had left was to force himself to move on or else he would have lost his mind.

It‘s not like he never wanted to confess during High School but there was just something holding him back. The thought of losing you was heavy on his chest especially because Iwaizumi was very well aware you didn‘t feel the same. So for his own sake he chose not to tell you about his feelings for you; not even bearing the mental image of going through such rough times without you by his side.

He‘s already lost count of the amount of times he wanted to scream at you about how he would treat you just how you truly deserved to be treated and not like those douchebags who liked to use you for their own pleasure just to throw you away like a used tissue once they were done.

And after not being able to physically do anything for you because of the distance, he‘s finally got the chance to show you that no, those guys‘ behavior is not okay and yes, putting them back into their place is absolutely worth the headache.

“Hey”, the trainer hisses, coming to stand directly in front of the tall, purple haired guy, Rin Matsuoka, who‘s quick to harden his expression upon seeing the brunette.

“What can I help you with, big guy?”, Rin mumbles, placing his bottle of beer on the counter with his brows raised in curiosity.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even waste another minute as he harshly grabs the collar of Rin‘sblack leather jacket, pulling him closer to himself. His friends rather quickly, yet Hanamaki and this time even Matsukawa are faster, coming to stand right next to each one of them with their arms firmly placed in front of their bodies to stop them from intervening.

“You‘re gonna listen to me and you‘re gonna listen good, did you fucking hear me?”, and just like a few minutes ago, Hajime‘s voice is cold and distant, not leaving room for discussion all while making sure to keep his tight grip.

The confusion and immense irritation is clearly visible on Rin‘s features; brows furrowed, jaw tensed and eyes gleaming with some kind of unnameable anger.

And the longer you watch the situation unfold, the heavier the anxiety in your system becomes and as you struggle to take proper breaths, you find yourself approaching your best friends; not wanting him to get his hands dirty on a guy like Matsuoka.

“What the-”, “Iwa please, he‘s not worth it..”, you say and wrap your fingers around his wrist, trying to find his gaze with desperate eyes only for him to gulp harshly and calmly tell you to take a step back.

“You?”, Rin spits, his dark eyes boring into your side as you try to ignore him; the amount of humiliation and shame washing over your body way too overwhelming to handle.

“Haji, let‘s just go, please”, you whisper, taking his face into your hands, his skin literally burning underneath your fingertips.

“No, Y/N, this stupid bastard has to understand that you can‘t just go and treat women like absolute dirt and get away with it”, Iwaizumi moves out of your soft touch, making Rin shift his attention back on you before the deep voice of one of his friends cuts through the tension.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Rin? Do you know her?”, the blonde says, his tone rather degrading when talking about you and at the way his eyes roam your body with a rather opposed expression show you exactly why that‘s the case.

“N-No, I don‘t!”, he‘s quick to defend himself, his eyes shifting to his friends with sheer panic filling the dark color and you feel your heart sink and the disgusting feeling of shame rushing through your veins.

“You‘re such a fucking piece of shit, Rin”, you hiss and swallow your tears; the taste bitter as the realization of being sometjing to be ashamed of hits you yet again.

“You definitely weren‘t acting like this when you fucked me”, you add and roll your eyes, taking a step back as the anger overcomes you and you basically give Iwaizumi a silent free pass to do whatever the hell he needs to, “or better said – when you tried to. It wasn‘t like I came with your weak dick game anyway so..”

“You fucked that fat bitch? Oh, yikes”, the other friend suddenly says, his words hitting you in the face like literal bricks and before you can even take your next breath or shift your eyes to the face the voice belongs to, the guy suddenly falls to the floor, holding his bloody nose.

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes falling to Hanamaki who‘s busy shaking his hand, his knuckles already reddened and slightly bruised as he looks at you with a satisfied grin, “no one gets to call my best friend a bitch.”

“I was full on drunk and- do you really think I‘d fuck her sober?”, Rin tries to talk himself out of it and with a cold chuckle you throw your head back.

“How the fuck dare you talk to her like that”, is the last thing Iwaizumi spits before he throws his fist right into Rin‘s face with a deep grunt.

Another loud shriek escapes your lips and suddenly the anger and anxiety seem to leave your body and a huge wave of adrenaline hits you at the sight of your ex-hook up falling to the floor and Iwaizumi quickly moving with him.

For what feels like a whole hour but is probably nothing longer than a minute, you‘re literally frozen; your eyes the only moving part of your body as you watch your best friends break their knuckles on the jaws of literal strangers to them.

The following hour passes by in a blur. You can‘t really remember how or who separated them from those guys, or how you got yourself to call an uber and manage to get the four of you to your flat.

By the time the adrenaline stops making the blood rush in your ear, you‘re taking care of Matsukawa‘s wounds with shaky hands; the two others holding ice packs to their faces to ease the swelling of their bruises.

“Stop sighing so much”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his dark eyes focusing the movements of your hands before he looks at you with a slightly softer expression, “we did what we had to do. And I‘m glad we did it. Those guys already looked so fucking punchable”, he explains and with a scolding scoff you press your lips to a thin line.

“You‘re back in Japan for how long? Two days? Yet already got yourself in trouble, a physical fight at that, Hajime. You‘re not your High School self anymore, start behaving that way, please”, you reply and hand Mattsun a plastic bag filled with ice cubes, softly caressing his bruised cheek before you stand up from your place on the floor.

“You got yourself one hell of a mouth while I was gone, huh?”, he replies cockily, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he follows you into the bathroom.

You feel your body heating up at his words, the sexual tension laying underneath the surface slowly finding its way to you again and with a soft sigh, you ignore the brunette.

“How was I supposed to let him say all those things to you and not do anything, Y/N?”, Iwaizumi replies, a pouty word of gratitude leaving his lips when you take his big hand into yours and start cleaning up the blood on his bruised knuckles.

You try your best to stop your thoughts from wandering to sinful places yet images of those pretty, tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat and knuckle deep buried inside of your cunt have already filled your mind by the time you lower your gaze from his face.

“I‘m used to-”, “That does not make it okay, Y/N”, your best friend suddenly says, taking your chin in between his fingers to lift your head and look at you with those beautiful, dark green eyes.

“You deserve so, so much better and I‘m glad I can finally tell you this in person after all those years. Please stop letting douches like him take advantage of you”, he sighs, taking your hands into his and pulling you a little bit closer to himself.

“It‘s that or Matsukawa‘s cock and I‘d rather have a stranger emotionally pain me than my best friend, so-”, “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”, Iwaizumi interrupts you harshly, your words obviously irritating him.

“After my last boyfriend dumped me a year ago I‘ve only had casual flings because I got tired of using my hand to get off and Matsukawa offered to take care of it instead. But then again, it‘s just a lot less complicated with a stranger than it is with your best friend, that‘s why I‘m putting up with shit like this”, you explain to him and walk back into the living room where Mattsun and Makki are currently busy with your leftover take out from the previous night.

“So if it wasn‘t for that, you‘d let him fuck you?”, Iwaizumi‘s tone has turned cold again, the softness gone and replaced by something a little thicker and more intense than anger. And when you turn around to look at him, you see literal jealousy gleaming in the green color surrounding his iris, basically leaving you speechless.

“Why do you even care, Iwa?”, you reply, dramatically throwing your hands into the air as his tensed demeanor sends you in some kind of haze of irritation.

“Answer my fucking question, Y/N”, is all you get in response; the brunette closing the distance between the two of you with a few small steps and it‘s the lack of space between your faces that has you realizing just how unevenly he‘s breathing.

Your heart starts slamming against your rib cage with rather brutal pace, your head spinning from the sudden adrenaline shooting through your body and on top of all of it you feel your cunt clenching around nothing like crazy as Iwaizumi’s heavy scent fills your nose.

“Yes”, you say and feel your voice breaking, “yes, I would fuck Matsukawa because why not? Hm, Iwaizumi? There‘s nothing else stopping me from it other than-”, “You can‘t and won‘t fuck him”, he suddenly interrupts your outburst, his expression as dark as ever as he softly pushes you against wall.

“I think this is the moment where we‘re supposed to leave”, Makki mumbles, pulling Mattsun from the couch before they gather their things and leave the two of you to yourself.

As the silence surrounds the two of you, the tension grows even thicker, heavier, more present than before and with every breath you take you feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

“And why is that, hm? I can and will fuck whoever I want”, you spit back, trying so hard ot not let the arousal get to your head yet the disgusting urge to submit to Iwaizumi‘s naturally dominant personality slowly starts overwhelming you.

Hajime chuckles deeply, his eyes lazily roaming your face, pressing his strong body even further against yours as your head starts spinning more and more with every second passing by.

“Iwa…”, you whimper softly, throwing your head back and harshly digging gripping the soft fabric of his shirt; the close contact makes you a lot more nervous than before.

He slowly takes a deep breath before he bends down to let his nose graze your jawline, and eventually letting his mouth find its way to your ear.

“Because no one can fuck you like I can, pretty one”, Iwaizumi whispers, his voice a whole octave deeper than just a few seconds before and you hate the way every single one of his words sends a single, hot jolt of arousal right into your core.

“And”, you hear him inhale sharply, his hands finding their way to your hips, groping the soft flesh firmly in his palms before he takes a short break and then pulls away to look at you again, “no one can love you like I can.”

At the sound of those words, your eyes snap open within a second your heart skips a literal beat.

“W-What?”, you whisper, your throat completely dried up, your head desperately trying to process what he’s just said and just as your body is about to fall into some kind of haze, you feel yourself drowning in a wave of anxiety at the thought of having misheard him.

“I love you, Y/N”, Iwaizumi says just when those thoughts are about to take over you.

“Ha-Hajime…”, you mumble; your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears pricker at the corners of your eyes, the first few finding their way down your cheek in an instant.

A few seconds of silence pass in which you two just look at each other, Iwaizumi’s pupils blown out, cheeks tinted in the deepest shade of red and plump lips parted as he also tries to understand what just happened.

After all these years of imagining what it might be like to hear these kind of words from the love of your life, it’s finally become reality and the longer you look at him, the lighter the weight on your chest becomes.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship with this but I just – couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. When I was in America I had promised myself to confess as soon as possible when I’m back so here I am. Those men don’t deserve you. Neither do I but I would have hated myself forever if I didn’t at least try. So”, he finishes his sudden explanation with another deep exhale before he takes a step back, his glossy eyes wandering from yours down to the floor, “thank you for everything and please take care.”

And fortunately your body acts a lot faster than your mind because while you still try to process his soft, sweet words – the words you’ve been dying to hear for so, so long – you find yourself tightening your grip on his shirt and pulling him back into you with a soft sob.

“I love you, too”, you whisper against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming warmth coming from his body.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi chuckles breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your body and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?”

You smile brightly at his genuine and soft words, the feeling of coming home – a place you’ve longed for literal years – slowly breaks down onto you in the form of waves and for the first time in a really long time, you don’t mind being overwhelmed like that.

“So that means that you’re mine now?”, Iwaizumi whispers, pulling away and taking your face into his big hands, the smell of blood grazing your nose yet easily gets overshadowed by the way he’s looking at you as if you were holding the whole world in your hands.

You nod and move further into his touch, enjoying the feeling of being so safe and secure in one’s hands after not even feeling comfortable with anyone in years.

“T-Thank you for loving me, Iwa”, you gulp harshly, looking at him with teary eyes at the memory of all those who had managed to break your heart in the past years.

“No, baby”, he sighs, pressing the softest kiss right onto your lips, “thank you for letting me love you. When I say you’re literally everything I’ve ever dreamed of, I’m not even exaggerating because that’s what you are to me. A dream come true”, those are the last words Hajime mumbles before he pulls you into a proper kiss; not giving you the opportunity to reply.

The kiss starts off slow and calm. As if both of you were still trying to understand that this was actually happening because despite the hesitant movements, neither of you can hide the intense hunger lingering underneath every soft peck.

Iwaizumi, just as usual, lacks the patience to keep it going like that, not even trying to take it easier for even longer as he pulls your chin down and calmly pushes his tongue into your mouth, easily eliciting a soft moan from you. Your fingers find home in his brown curls, pulling at the thick strands and finally making him grunt right against your tongue; the deep sound sending vibrations and sweet little jolts of excitement through your whole body.

You slowly feel his hands wander; first starting off caressing your back, groping the soft flesh of your waist as well as the fingers of his right hand softly digging into your skin and for a second. You allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the perfect feeling of his touch until suddenly a mental image of his most recent ex-girlfriend pops up in your head and you stop functioning completely.

Iwaizumi lets his lips wander down your chin, placing a row of open mouthed kisses on your jaw before he moves to your neck and pulls the sensitive skin into his mouth without wasting another minute. The feeling of his hot tongue on your skin has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you desperately try to distract yourself from your anxiety‘s attempt to ruin this for you.

You let out a soft whimper when Hajime wraps one of his big hands around one of your tits, harshly groping the flesh while rubbing his hard, clothed cock against your thick thigh.

His deep grunts and needy touches have you ruining your panties in no time to the point where the lacey fabric is literally sticking to your hot flesh in a rather uncomfortable way.

“Need you, baby”, Iwaizumi grunts, the movements of his hips rather sloppy and rushed yet so, so genuine and sweet, you can‘t help but smile softly.

“You got me, Haji”, you reply and take his handsome face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, “I‘m all yours.”

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and suddenly pulls away, his hands finding their way to the hem of your dress before he meets your eyes and wordlessly asks for your consent.

You give him a quick nod, pushing the voice of your anxiety all the way to the back of your head as Hajime slowly pushes the fabric up your thighs, revealing more and more skin before his eyes roll into the back of his eyes at the sight of your black lace panties.

He doesn‘t waste much time; quickly pulling the rest of it over your head and then taking a whole step back to let his greedy eyes roam your body with lust and nothing but adoration.

And when you realize your current, exposed state you take a deep breath to hold those insecurities back, however they‘re a lot faster than you are.

You nervously try to cover your naked body with your arms. Just the thought of him finding you and your body disgusting breaks your heart into pieces and with shivers of shame rushing down your spine, you lower your gaze.

“L-Look, I know it‘s not what you‘re used to and I- you don‘t have to touch me. I can just suck your cock or give you a handjob if you feel more comfortable that way”, you say, your voice a mere whisper and eventually breaking at the end when you give in to the tears.

“Baby…”, Iwaizumi sighs, pain evident in the tone of his voice. He calmly takes your wrists into his big hands before he pulls your arms away from your body, softly asking you to look at him and after what feels like an eternity, you manage to lift your head only to be met with nothing but warm, dark green eyes.

“You‘re fucking perfect”, he whispers and places a tiny little kiss on your lips, leaving you longing for more as he pulls away right afterwards, “there‘s literally nothing I would change about you.”

At the sound of those sweet words, you simply cannot hold back your tears any longer. You look at Iwaizumi with a quivering bottom lip as you let out a row of soft sobs; digging your nails into the skin of his wrists because you simply don‘t know what else to do.

For the first time in your life, your brain isn‘t protesting against a compliment and you know if it wasn‘t for him, there would be no way you‘d believe it.

“B-But your ex-girlfriends are the exact opposite and-”, “They don‘t matter, baby. You‘re you and it‘s all I could have asked for. I‘m in love with every part of your body and that has never been any different”, Iwaizumi interrupts you with his calm voice, placing his hands on your waist before one of them finds its way to your barely clothed ass.

“But-”, “No more buts”, the brunette says, a lot sterner and more determined, groping the flesh of your ass and then landing a firm spank on the soft flesh which has you whimpering into the crook of his neck.

Iwaizumi chuckles and pulls you into another deep kiss, sucking at your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip all while his hands make sure to graze every bit of naked skin they can find. He pushes his leg in between your thighs, pressing it right against your cunt and without even wasting another second you find yourself grinding against the strong muscle. The fabric of his jeans rubs your throbbing clit in the best way possible, eliciting a row of needy whimpers from you.

You feel yourself soaking through the fabric of our lace panties and you know you‘re currently leaving a huge stain on Iwaizumi‘s pants but the pleasure clouding your mind makes it so easy to just ignore it.

“What a needy girl you are, baby”, Hajime mumbles, caressing the slightly dampened skin of cheeks with his thumb before he moves to graze your bottom lip and eventually pushes the digit into your open mouth.

Your lids fly open at the taste of his skin on your tongue, twirling the muscle around his thumb and then sucking on it softly, followed by some muffled moans of his name.

Iwaizumi watches you attentively for what feels like an eternity. His beautiful eyes wandering from the way you‘re rubbing your clunt against his clothed thigh to your perky nipples and then up to the way your lips look wrapped around his thumb like that and from the way his expression keeps growing darker and even hungrier, you know he‘s more than just enjoying your despair.

“I want to spit in your mouth”, he says, using the dominant tone you‘re oh so used to at this point and there‘s no way you‘d ever say no to him.

Something about being claimed in such a lewd way by the man you‘ve been dreaming of for years has you grinding your pussy into his thigh even harder; making sure to hit your clit with every rushed drag of your hips.

“Yes, p-please, Daddy”, you beg, not even overthinking any of your words as you part your lips and look at him with big, needy eyes.

When you notice the rather shocked and slightly overwhelmed expression on Iwaizumi‘s face, you gulp harshly, tilting your head to the side with your lips pushed into a concerned pout.

“What‘s wrong, Iwa?”, you whisper, way too scared of his response.

“You called me Daddy”, he replies and licks his plump lips, whereas you freeze completely at his comment.

“D-Did I? I‘m so sorry, Iwa”, the apology falls past your lips almost instantly at the realization because you know that not every guy is comfortable with such dynamic and even if Hajime definitely has a natural dominance to his personality, you should have waited a little longer before bringing this particular kink up.

“None of my boyfriends liked it and I don‘t like using it with completely strangers so I g-guess I just feel really safe with you and it slipped and I- oh, God, I‘m so sorry.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi with shaky hands, tears threatening to spill for the nth time within such a short period and you try your best to look everywhere but his eyes.

However, Iwaizumis seems to have other plans.

He takes your chin into his hand and pulls your face closer, nudges your nose with his own and then sucks your bottom lip into his mouth; making you whimper rather loudly.

“Say it again, baby”, he whispers, “tell Daddy how badly you want his spit.”

As his words echo inside of your brain, you let out a loud, high pitched whine, harshly trying to press your thigh further together ss the throbbing of your cunt becomes unbearable.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply, pushing his hand down to your neck and smiling softly when he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat, feeding right into every single fantasy you‘ve been imagining for so long, “spit in my mouth and on my cunt, I don‘t care. I just need it.”

“Good girl”, Iwa growls softly, “open up then, pretty one.”

You part your lips almost automatically at the sound of his demand, sticking your tongue out slightly and looking up at him with anticipation and such eagerness, if it wasn‘t for him, you would have never been as comfortable as this.

Iwaizumi smirks at you, keeping his grip on your throat firm but not too tight as he gathers his own saliva and spits into your mouth with a loud, lewd sound that sends shivers of pleasure straight down your spine and right into your core.

You can‘t stop your lips from stretching into a big smile when his taste coats the muscle of your tongue, swallowing it all in one go before you open your mouth yet again to show him it‘s all gone.

“Good fucking girl”, Iwaizumi praises you softly, caressing your cheek before he lets fo of your throat, “I got myself a perfect little doll, hm?”

“Thank you, Daddy”, you reply quickly, the intense urge to obey to his every word and submit to his every move absolutely overwhelming at this point, but you would never want it any other way.

“Look at you, using your manners for me. You‘re welcome, princess. What about a little reward for being so good for me, baby? Wanna sit on my face so I can eat that pretty pussy of yours?”, Iwaizumi takes you hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours before he guides you to the couch, letting himself fall into the soft cushion whereas you try your best not to panic at his words.

Of course the thought of having his mouth on your cunt is more than just tempting but you've never sat on a guy‘s face before; the fear of literally suffocating him with your weight making it impossible for you to even think about it.

“C-Can‘t you just eat me out like this, Daddy?”, you whisper, looking down to meet Iwa‘s hungry gaze and stopping him from pulling your panties any further down your thighs.

“I‘m too heavy”, the explanation follows right away, not wanting him to think it has anything to do with him or his wishes, “I don‘t want to hurt you.”

“Baby, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pretty pussy. That‘s it”, Iwaizumi says, his right hand finding the clasp of your bra and quickly getting rid of it before he takes both of your tits into his big hands; toying with your nipples and attentively watching the way your gasps grow louder with every pull on the perky buds, “you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to but don‘t you dare worry about me because this has been a dream of mine for literal years. Oh, how badly I want to be squished by those pretty, thick thighs of yours – you have no idea.”

“I want to! It’s just that I’ve never done this before. A-Are you sure? Please don‘t think you have to want this to make me feel better, I‘m okay with whatever you‘re comfortable with”, you whisper, not trusting your voice when you suddenly feel Iwaizumi‘s fingers tracing patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“Enough of this, pretty one”, his words are accompanied by a firm spank on your naked ass cheek; the pain of the sting leaving your pussy a spasming mess and with a soft moan you tighten your grip in his hair, “now sit on my face or I won’t fuck you.”

“N-No! Daddy, I‘m sorry, I promise I‘ll be good”, you whine quickly letting go of him so he can lay on his back only for Iwaizumi to get rid of his black shirt; revealing his strong, well trained body and all those dark lines adorning his tanned skin to your hungry eyes.

It takes you a few good seconds to gain enough confidence to actually spread your legs over his face, your whole body shaking with nervousness. But once Iwaizumi wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your body even further down to his face, you slowly start easing up.

The feeling of his hot breath fanning against the wet flesh of your cunt sends goosebumps down your back. And the sight of his pretty face between your thick thighs, something you‘ve always been so insecure about, seems to slowly take a place as one of your favorite images to ever exist.

“Look me in the eyes, baby”, Iwaizumi mumbles and sucks at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue on your skin making more and more juices gush out of your already drenched cunt as you allow yourself to meet his hungry gaze.

And just when your eyes meet, Iwaizumi sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe over the hor flesh of your pussy before he gently pulls your little clit into his mouth and starts sucking on it.

You let out a loud groan; the sudden stimulation on your needy clit sending literal shock waves of pleasure through your body and without even realizing you slowly grind yourself further against his mouth.

Iwaizumi moans into your flesh, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations right into your core, making your cunt clench even harder around nothing and if it wasn‘t for the intensity of his stare, you would have looked away already. Yet just as usual, there‘s something about the way he looks at you which has you feeling at literal ease – even in such a situation.

“Come on, baby”, Iwaizumi suddenly grunts, letting go of the sensitive bud with a loud sound before placing an open mouthed kiss on your clit and landing a harsh spank on your ash which has your body jolting in antica, “don’t be shy now. Ride my face like the good girl you are, make me proud…”, he adds softly, his words encouraging you easily and with a sound of affirmation, you start grinding your hips to meet the hot muscle of his tongue.

The following minutes are filled with loud slurping noises, high pitched moans and deep grunts as well as more words of affirmation and encouragement all while Iwaizumi continues to switch between thrusting his tongue into your tight hole and sucking on your clit before he eventually starts fingerfucking you with two of his thick digits.

You can't help but throw your head back at the immense amount of pleasure; your body and mind slowly reaching a point of complete haze as you lose yourself in the feeling of his touch.

And by the time you finally feel the taste of your high coating the tip of your tongue, your grip on Iwaizumi‘s hair tightens and a row of loud, choked out begs fall past your bit swollen lips.

“Look at your greedy little pussy clenching around my fingers like that”, Iwa chuckles deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he keeps his mouth way too close to your throbbing little clit, “and those pretty begs. Gosh, baby, you‘re going to drive me insane.”

“S-So close, Daddy”, you choke out, your eyes flying open when you feel a third finger joining the two inside of your tight cunt, the pain of the stretch in combination with the pleasure of your upcoming high making your head spin.

“There we go, that‘s my baby”, he takes a deep breath and starts kneading the soft flesh of your ass in his palms, “want you to cum all over my fucking face. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”

And those are the last words your brain manages to register before you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. Your sight turns pitch black and then white for a good second, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of coil in your core finally snapping.

Your thighs are shaking, your breath continuously hitching as you desperately try to regain your composure and if it wasn‘t for Iwaizumi‘s touch on your sensitive pussy, you‘d stay in the beautiful haze of your orgasm.

“You came so hard for me, baby”, Iwaizumi grins and pushes his fingers into his mouth before you finally find enough energy to get off of his face.

“W-Want more”, you whisper, your voice raspy and breathy as you tell him your request; low-key scared of being too greedy yet at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s eyes sparkling with excitement, you know he‘s not one to deny you anything. He‘s never been, after all.

“How about we move this to your bedroom, baby? I‘ve been dying to press your face into the mattress and ruin that little pussy of yours.” You feel a jolt of excitement blooming inside your chest at his words, nodding eagerly before you reach for his hand and guide him down the hall to your bedroom.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”, you say when the two of you come to stand in your room, your eyes focusing on the huge bulge in his pants, which manages to scare you slightly with its impressive size.

You always knew your best friend wasn‘t on the smaller side when it came to size yet you still can‘t hide just how surprised you are by its actual size. And suddenly the three fingers make a lot more sense to you.

“Let‘s save that for another time, pretty one. I‘ve been dreaming about pumping your cute little hole full of my cum for way too long. I can‘t wait any longer”, Iwaizumi replies and finally starts unbuckling his belt.

You take the few seconds he‘s busy to let your eyes admire the beauty of his perfectly sculpted body. You follow the dark lines of his chest tattoo, take in the sight of his stone hard abs and veiny arms as you press your thighs even more together to ease some of the pressure on your cunt.

“Are you done eyefucking me, pretty one?”, Iwaizumi suddenly chuckles, casually pushing his jeans as well as his boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and exposing his hard cock for your hungry eyes to devour.

He wraps his pretty fingers around his throbbing length, the tip an angry shade of red as precum continues to leak out; making your mouth water at the mere thought of having him in your mouth.

“Everything about you is so pretty”, you sigh and look into his eyes, the genuine appreciation in the green surrounding his iris making your heart grow warmer before he comes to stand in front of you in all of his glory.

“I love you so much”, Iwaizumi replies calmly, taking your face into his big hands before he places the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too”, you mumble and get up, pressing your lips against his and sighing into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips without missing a beat.

Just when Iwaizumi starts letting his hands wander over your naked body, he halts his movements and pulls away slightly, “my pretty little baby, make sure to face the mirror so you can watch while I fuck your brains out. I want you to see just how perfect you are.”

“Yes, Daddy”, you whisper, your lips stretched into a big, big smile as you move out of his strong grip to position yours on your knees just as you were told.

Your heart suddenly starts racing again when you bury your face in your arms, making sure to push your ass as high as possible to give Iwaizumi easy access to your glistening cut. The excitement in combination with the pleasure and deep, deep longing finally manage to take over your brain; shoving the anxiety alongside all those insecurities to the very back of your head and making it easy for you to put your whole focus on the tll male behind you.

Iwaizumi’s rough hands caress your bare ass softly, kneading the flesh and lightly spanking it a few times before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall right onto your clenching pussy; sending goosebumps down your back at the feeling of it sliding down your flesh and mixing with your leaking juices.

You feel the tip of his thick cock nudging your entrance, the memory of his size making you tense up subconsciously and just when you’re about to hold your breath, Iwaizumi’s deep, calming voice echoes through the silence of your room.

“Take a deep breath, baby”, he whispers, knowing you’re going to follow his orders just like the good girl you love to be, “Daddy’s got you, okay? I’m gonna go easy, I promise.”

You lift your head to meet his comforting gaze through the mirror in front of you and without another beat passing, you feel yourself calming down again; the feeling of being absolutely safe and secure in his hand making it the easiest task.

And when Iwaizumi feels the tension in your body easing up, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes his thick tip into your tight hole. You whimper at the delicious stretch, the pain easily overshadowed by the sound of Iwaizumi’s heavy breathing and little moans.

“I’m gonna go all in, baby or else it’s going to hurt a lot more”, you appreciate his warning because as he’s saying it, Iwaizumi thrusts the whole of his impressive length into your spasming cunt; pushing every bit of air out of your lungs and pushing you way too close to your second high of the night. You can’t help but whimper loudly, tears already streaming down your cheeks because of the beautiful feeling of pain and pleasure mixing inside of your veins from the intensity of the stretch.

Iwaizumi, as always the gentleman, gives you all the time you need to adjust to his size; only growing slightly impatient as you still whine softly after two whole minutes yet you’re quick to lift your head again with quivering bottom lip and teary eyes, begging him to just fuck you.

“Please, Daddy”, you sob, moving away from him in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction; your cunt spasming around his thick cock like crazy and you know you’re only a few thrust and some clit stimulation away from your next high, “please, fuck me.”

“My greedy little whore”, Iwaizumi grunts, pulling his cock out of you astonishingly slow with the sole purpose of teasing you, “you’re going to take what Daddy gives you, did you hear me?”

You moan as the feeling of his tip dragging alongside your spongy walls, your eyes rolling into the back of your head only to find your way back to reality with a couple of harsh spanks on your already sore ass.

“Good sluts answer when being talked to, pretty one”, he warns, thrusting his cock back into you with one quick snap of his hips; burying himself balls deep inside of your overly sensitive cunt.

“Yes, Daddy, yes”, you cry and look up at him with glossy eyes, “just please, fuck my stupid little cunt, please.” Iwaizumi lets out a row of deep chuckles followed by raspy groans in response to your perfect answer before he nods at you and mumbles a few soft praises right into your ear and then straightens himself again.

“Alright then, pretty one.”

Loud grunts fill your ears so beautifully, echoing through the thick air of your bedroom and in combination with the sound of skin meeting skin in a constant rhythm, you feel the exact way your body is slowly falling into the beautiful bliss of another high.

Iwaizumi fucks you fast, harsh and rough. There’s nothing soft and romantic about the way his hips are meeting yours in a steady rhythm; making sure to hit that sweet spot deep inside of your pussy with every single one of his thrusts as he continues to use his whole strength on your burning ass.

But not once do you even think about telling him to go easier on you; this iwaizumi the one you’ve been imagining for all those years.

It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his strong arm around your chest to pull you up, his fingers also finding their way back home around your delicate throat.

“Look at you, baby”, he groans right into your ear, making you open your eyes and meet your own reflection in the mirror, “you’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t comprehend it.”

You stare at yourself with your lips parted in awe, eyes falling to the sight of Iwaizumi’s thick cock stretching your tiny cunt before you go back to trying to recognize yourself.

Because for the first time in literal years, you don’t hate what you see and even if it’s because of IWaizumi’s strong body right behind you, you still feel this certain type of warmth blossoming in your chest.

"Feels so good, baby", he groans, throwing his head back as the movements of his hips start to become slightly sloppier, a little more uncontrolled, "so tight and warm, so fucking perfect", Hajime’s voice breaks at the end of his soft praise because of your walls clenching around his cock even more the closer you get to the edge.

You start feeling dizzy, your sight turning into a blurr and at some point you can’t even in- or exhale without letting out a shaky moan.

Iwaizumi looks at you with wide, hungry eyes, the feeling of your walls gripping his cock like a goddamn vice sending him into an ecstatic state and the longer he watches you getting lost in the pleasure, the more he struggles to keep his rhythm.

You’re mumbling incoherent sentences, desperately trying to tell the brunette about how close you are whereas the pleasure makes it absolutely impossible for you to form a proper sentence.

“Are you going to cum for me again, baby?”, Iwaizumi grunts, tightening his grip on your throat, making you gasp for air as you nod in response to his question.

“My perfect little slut”, he sighs, his hand reaching down to rub your hard, throbbing clit with two of his rough digits, “fucking do it. Cum for your Daddy like the good whore you are.”

And just like a few minutes prior, those words are the last straw and eventually make you stumble over the edge head first. Your walls start spasming around Iwa’s cock like crazy, your loud moans and soft cries are the only thing he can focus on and without missing another minute, Iwaizumi also lets himself get consumed by the beautiful feeling of relief.

Iwa hips still, his cock buried deeply inside of your tight sex as he coats your walls with his creamy cum. Your new boyfriend gets lost in the feeling of finally getting to cum inside of you after waiting for so many years; feeding the fantasy of getting to claim you in the most intimate way possible. He buries his face in the sweaty crook of your neck, his rapid breath fanning your skin as the two of you try to calm down from your intense highs. Your hand finds its way into his dark hair, massaging his scalp with your eyes closed and your legs still shaking from the aftermath of your breathtaking orgasm. Without pulling out of you, despite his own release leaking out of you and down the sides of his cock, Iwaizumi makes you lay down with him; just tightly holding you in his arms.

A few minutes filled with nothing but soft breathing pass by before you finally find the strength to move again; the sudden need to look at Iwaizumi’s completely fucked out face overwhelming you in the best way possible. And when you turn around to look at him, you’re met with a breathtaking sight.

Messy strands of sweaty hair falling into his flushed face, swollen lips and glossy eyes sparkling at you in a way you’ve never seen before and in that moment you feel yourself falling in love with Iwaizumi all over again.

“I’m so in love with you”, you whisper and caress the soft skin of his cheeks, loving the way he moves even further into your touch.

“Always and forever only yours, pretty one”, Iwaizumi sighs and presses his forehead against yours.

࿏ A/N: And here it finally is! My first x chubby reader fic!! As a chubby someone who’s been reading fanficion for a long time, I’ve always craved some kind of representation and now I finally got to join this side of the community and I’m more than just happy about the way it turned out. I genuinely hope you guys will enjoy this and find comfort the same way I did while writing this. Please feel free to leave any sort of feedback if you enjoyed it and thank you so much for everything.

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