#MY FIANCÉ IS IWA

[iwaasfairy]

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tw. noncon, yandere, explicit gore, lobotomy, blood, pain, power imbalance, doctor kink, badly aged terms about mental health, domestic abuse mentions, somno implications, praise, choking wordcount. 4.7k

a/n. ♡ i realized all my iwa fics were mostly really fluffy and sweet, so here's a gross one. gotta keep up my reputation yk! tysm to the betas ily ily ily

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

The doctors have been standing around in a circle for what feels like hours, scraping their pens against the paper. Each check, each prodding, probing touch feels like it’s going on for the sake of going. Hours today, hours yesterday, on and on into infinity. Your skin feels cold, and you fidget by rubbing your fingers against each other for the briefest spark of warmth, before that too fizzles out into nothing. Because that’s what this is, right? A cold, barren nothingness that swallows up every inch of your body.

You can barely remember the look of the sky outside the metal barred walls that keep you, only catching glimpses that pass too quickly. Or the feeling of warm sunlight shining on your face as you rest against the windowsill, watching cars go by. The brief flash of a memory crosses over your view, a hot summer day and your hair sticking to your neck. Hands winding down your shoulders to keep you in a comfortable embrace, and a kiss to your cheek.

It’s nothing like the cold, sterile walls that you’re looking up at now, sitting on the cold metal stretcher with your wrists wrapped in leather. This is all you are now. This is what keeps you separate from the nutcases in the other wing. Little threat of re-offending.

One of the older men pushes his small, round glasses higher up his nose as he approaches, and waves a light past your eyes a few times, snapping his fingers all the while. “Any lightheadedness? Dizziness? Spots in your vision to be concerned about?” You wouldn’t know it with the callous way he regards you, but apparently they’re trying to help. That’s what they say, when they drag you out of your cage. The burning of the light makes your eyes water, but you blink that wetness away as best as you can.

“No, Doctor.”

The graying man runs his eyes along the sheet on his clipboard, and then his mouth corners pull down, as a few of the other equally graying men start mumbling among each other again, feeling far off. Everything feels far off with the stuff they’ve been putting in you lately. More drugs. More tests. It all feels like a never ending cycle — even though the sane part of you knows it isn’t. Or, wasn’t, until you bit one of the men who tried to lead your face to his crotch with the threat of beating you to death. You bit so hard that they had to amputate, is what you heard, before they shot you full of cotton.

And you’d cry, if you were any more awake. The tears don’t spill, they just sit on your vision and wobble at best. What all of the men in this room see when they look at you, is a violent young killer. They ask you about it when you’re shot up with fluids until you can barely hold your eyes open, and you have to pretend to really hear them. To be remorseful. How can you, when you can’t even remember your own face? You forget your name seconds after they call it. And most frustrating of all, is that you do remember that you can’t remember. This is forever, no matter how little threat there is of re-offending now that they’ve ‘found’ the right mix of chemicals to knock you out like a light.

They say you killed your fiancé with a kitchen knife.

You might have… the honest truth is that you don’t know. The pictures look entirely foreign, even though that face, that mouth, that tear-stricken expression is supposedly you. You don’t remember getting your head smashed against the kitchen counter until blood coated the entire bottom half of your face, and trying to get away. You don’t remember grabbing the knife and plunging it into your fiancé’s collar, or anything that came after it either. It’s like the blood running out of your nose got clogged up and now, you can’t recall anything at all.

Just these gray walls, and the cold floor of your ‘room’, and the brief walks you’re allowed to take outside under the cloudy weather that always surrounds the criminal hospital. All these men standing before you know more about you than you do yourself. More wetness wells up in your eyes, but it doesn’t spill. You don’t feel violent. But you also can barely hold your head up without the support of the metal brace, and they say you did what you did. At this point, your thoughts are too heavy and slow to disprove any of it, pooling in your mouth with your spit— and gliding down your throat each time you risk choking when you swallow.

“How about we call it for today?” A coarse voice sounds from the far off confines of the cloudiness that the drugs leave you with. But it’s a voice that sparks something yet, accompanied by the only young face that you’ve seen in a while. He’s tall and dark haired and intense, but looks too at ease when he walks along, stopping a few feet short. Everyone else looks like you’re a wild animal. But he’s warmer, like sand after a long day of baking in the sun. “You’ve done well,” he almost smiles at you, then turns to them. “That’s alright, isn’t it? My patient’s been awfully accommodating with all the tests.”

He carries this air about him that’s more familiar, where his hand lands on the top of your head and he gently brushes your crown in circles. You feel your head bobbing because of the pressure, and your eyes heavier than before. When you gain more awareness again, you’re already back in the small four walls that keep you enclosed— and the Doctor is crouched before you. Beautiful greens stare into your eyes, a few fingers holding your chin up. It’s warm. Your mouth feels dry and cottony when you speak, and hold your eyes open as best you can. “Sir.”

“Hm?” His free hand slides something into your ear, that’s cold and beeps softly, before he looks again. “Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?” After a bit of silence, he sighs, and you smell the musk of him, mixed with some cologne that stings your lungs a little. But it’s better than nothing, and your mouth waters like you’re really just a dog. “Your bouts of amnesia have been getting worse lately, hm, sweet girl? Naturally…” His fingers go from holding your head up to along your throat, brushing hot circles there for just a few seconds, before he takes the beeping tool out again. “I’m your main physician here, remember? You asked for me specifically.”

That seems to bring him a lot of pride, because when he hangs back more onto his heels, he gives you a tooth-aching smile. “Dr. Iwaizumi Hajime.” You suppose he wants to see some kind of recognition, but you’re not sure what to say. Aside from the vaguest hint of recognition of the handsome planes of his face, everything stays that same muddled sea of glue that you can’t pull your feet out of. You do your best to smile though, muscles aching.

“Oh, yes.”

“Are you still feeling ill?” he turns to his box of tools, and you slump along the wall as soon as he lets you go. Not enough to topple over, but enough to feel more like a filled sack of sand, than a human. “Still having hot flares?” He places his large palm over your forehead, and scans your expression once over again. “If it were up to me they wouldn’t pump you full of this shit, y’know. Sadly even your personal physician doesn’t have full say over that, of course, so I have to play nice with the other doctors.” Then he cups your cheek, and though maybe you’d shy away otherwise, the kind touch of another human being has your bottom lip wobbling. “There she is. You’ve been awfully docile these last few weeks. Haven’t heard you make a peep.”

The tone shifts to one of slightly more concern, and your heavy lids flutter. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t, sweetheart.” He starts packing up his things ever so neatly when you just start getting feeling back in your fingers— and you probably shouldn’t, but with enormous effort you manage to grab onto the bottom of his white coat, surprising the doctor enough that it goes quiet. You just want… to talk to another person a little longer. Does that make you a bad patient? Your tongue is molten against the bottom of your mouth, but your fingers still tighten clumsily into the fabric.

Dr. Iwaizumi only thinks for a moment when heat creeps up to his ears, before he closes the gap. Closes the gap and … has your mouth against his, a wet tongue that isn’t your own invades your space like it isn’t anything at all, and spit that mixes with yours as your lips are opened with some effort. He kisses on you, licks into your mouth as you let your eyes fall shut and your hand clings onto him -unsure where to go- to flee. And get kissed deeply, passionately, your head knocked against the wall at your back. But he’s warm, and your goosebumps let up for the first time, even as he doesn’t allow you to pull back with both hands around your cheeks. Not until your body automatically starts making a noise, and you start to struggle.

You gasp out for air like you’ve forgotten where it goes— but the brunet barely leaves you any space at all, as a string of spit breaks between you two. And he wipes his thumb over your bottom lip, before sliding it onto your tongue with a gravelly moan. “Ahh, I missed you.” The pressure of his thumb keeping your wiggling tongue in place is suffocating. He leans in to brush his nose and lips along your jaw and cheek. “Always miss you when I have to go.” There’s a soft kiss that tingles across your face, before he pulls back. The noises of other cells echo down the hall, and though you can’t see them, the yelling gets louder. He doesn’t even blink, though. Is this yet another thing you’ve forgotten about?

Judging by the way he takes his thumb out of your mouth to slide it into his own, and then looks at you with such love-stricken adoration, you must have. Your shell-shocked quiet doesn’t stop him from giving you another barely-hidden smile, and he brushes his knuckle under your eye to get rid of some wetness there. “I’ve got to go check up on some others, or else they’ll come looking for me.” He packs up the last of his tools, wiping them clean, before tracing his eyes along your features again. “You’re such a doll. Can’t believe you have to be locked up here.” He stands, then clicks his tongue as he seems to stare through the walls with narrowing brows. “I handled you just fine before, didn’t I?”

You can’t say anything. Not only because you’re still bursting with adrenaline, but it’s not like you remember. He seems to come to this conclusion at the same time, because he then softly laughs. “Ah, you wouldn’t know. Forget I said anything.” He takes a moment to adjust himself in his pants unashamed, then tucks his shirt back properly in— clinging to his built figure too much. With another pat on your crown, he nods. “You’ll start waking up more in an hour or so. I’ll be back.”

With that he leaves you behind, and the heavy metal door gets slid back into place before you get the chance to make another peep. And tears well back up before he even locks the hatch.

+

The darkness of the room is in sharp contrast with the bright overhead light that’s beaming down on your face. You can’t help it, you’re trashing against the straps that hold you to the table, and the rag that’s in your mouth does nothing to prevent the feeling of sheer panic that takes over you. As several white shapes roam around you with low commands that you can’t make out over the sound of your own crying, you miss the numbing. It was better when you couldn’t feel a thing at all -at least then you wouldn’t be choking on your own tears as you try to take deep breaths.

Everything’s blurry.

But the slight edge in one of the voices pulls for attention, trying to focus on the sound. If you can’t see through your tears, you can listen. “Aren’t we being too hasty? Her memory and attention span have been basically stagnant since June— which means she’s not worsening.” There’s that voice that has been chasing you every waking hour of the last -week, maybe more- rough and low, but comforting nevertheless. You can tell that one of the blurry white shapes moves closer to you, and try to angle yourself to get closer. Even an inch closer would be better.

“No offense Doctor, but your judgment has been overruled. You’re speaking solely out of personal care for the girl.” Another old voice cuts in. “She’s been deteriorating every day, and we simply do not have the funding, Iwaizumi. The only reason we’re allowing you here is for educational purposes. But don’t forget you’re still on probation until the end of this year.”

A hand wraps around your own, feeling much warmer than you are. You cling to it with all the strength you have. Sadly it isn’t much. Your fingers barely obey your will to curl back around the touch, the only thing that’s keeping you tethered to the real world. “I’ll take personal responsibility for her, Sir. She’s been improving in my care—”

“Enough of this.” The older voice cuts in. “Like I said, you have been overruled. This is the quickest and cleanest cure for violent insanity in women.” You can’t help but start thrashing against the binds, and try to speak around the gag that keeps your mouth jerked open, but nothing other than a soft crying comes out. You’re not sure if it’s the panic or the drugs anymore. Multiple of the men round on the table, and you’re pressed down deeper into the leather covering. You don’t want to hurt anyone again. Promise. Promise. Your arms are held down, and your forehead’s pressed down too.

“She bit a guard’s finger clean off. We can’t possibly justify not treating such a danger.” None of this is my fault, you think— but they have yet to ask you. They have yet to listen. You suddenly have an overwhelming sense of loneliness, remembering flashes of faces you must have loved. People who must have loved you - though you can’t recall them. There’s an awful scraping noise as the metal tool table is rolled closer, and some man with a mask dips into your view.

You never meant to hurt anyone.

You’re bawling now. The adrenaline pumps through your veins as you stare up at the light, then swallow around the gag. There’s some more rummaging as the warm touch leaves your hand, and you sniffle. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly. A wet wipe is dragged over your eyes without warning, swiping your hot tears away, and finally your wiggling stops. There’s no use. The leather’s digging into your skin, and the sad moaning that you can bring out doesn’t convince any of these men that you’re sane. Maybe you’re not. Would you even know it? They clean your face with rough swipes, and then something even more restrictive is placed over your head. “Alright, she’s sanitized.” You try not to choke on your hiccups. “Surgery in session. Doctor...”

You just want to go home. You want to go home, please.

There’s a prick under your brow that takes you by surprise. It’s sharp, and though you can’t feel it sting like it would without any drugs— it’s still uncomfortable. The gear around your face keeps you from moving, keeping you stuck to the table, but your breathing instinctively gets more shallow, and rapid. Before you can say, or do, or think, a loud smack knocks your head back and heat spills all over your face. A push so hard against your skull that makes your body tense so tight your bones feel like splintering. The pressure’s unbearable— more than just painful, it’s a loud thumping, shaking your entire skull. You want them to stop.

Pain, p-p-pain rocks you upside down.

The pain ebbs in over your entire face —suffocating you from the inside, like a knife’s being wedged along the inside of your eye socket— scraping, and the blood’s everywhere. Streaming all over your face and swelling your eyes and cheeks and head. Your nose is full of it, forcing you to choke down the thick coppery heat. It grinds before it snaps, and the resonating clack of your bone giving in is loud enough to deafen everything else. It hurts. It hurts. You’re sleepy. Sick and in pain and wired too tight all at once, not able to think before another thump knocks you over the head and your head vibrates until it explodes. Or not.

Please stop.

it hur-ts. hurts.

It floods your ears with static, indescribable pressure, and worms deeper until everything’s black - out like a lightswitch.

…

He feels bad.

They’re jamming the metal rod deeper and shaking it hard enough to rock your head. Your poor, pretty face mangled and covered in a fresh, red-hot coating that will be his job to clean up later. Iwa’s breath is bated, and the coppery tang sticks to his lungs.

+

The halls echo with his rhythmic steps. Iwaizumi hates the smell of this place, treated air that circles around a thousand times before getting out. He hates the monotonous routine of it all— and he hates above all else that people are constantly on his back to leave you for some retarded nut that takes up all of his patience. But he is a Doctor. It’s expected of him, and if he gets fired before you get discharged - what was the point. He gets to your door, that familiar door with the pretty sticker of your name, and pushes in with the creaking of the metal. You’re still on the bed, barely looking up, and in some ways it hurts his heart a little.

He hadn’t really meant for it to go this way. All he ever wanted was to be near you. To have you close enough to touch and smell and hold, and for a moment after the judges’ ruling, he got his wish. With a procession that dumped you inside the barbed walls of the hospital, he’d volunteered to oversee you - and every other doctor was swamped enough not to blink twice. He’d worked so hard to get you right here— your pretty face cupped in his hands, getting to kiss you, long to come back to you each evening he’d lock up.

But then you had to bite one of the guards. He isn’t even mad about it either. The sweaty, mustached swine had been eyeing you from the second you came in, and you’d protected yourself so valiantly for such a sweet, little thing.

But it did throw a wrench into his works -  and everything kept spiraling.

“Hello doll, I missed you.” He breathes out, then pulls you upright onto the bed when you face him. “Are you hurting? Are you feeling sick?” The bruising around both eyes has gone down entirely, but there’s still a ghost of color painting your eye sockets. Still, your eyes follow his voice, but you don’t respond. He wraps his arms around your shoulders. “No? That’s good. You’re looking much better today.” You’re so warm against him, and your scent floods him as he nuzzles into your cheek with a smile. It’s not like he’s happy with this outcome. He didn’t want this to happen.

 “I’ve been thinking about you all week while you’ve been in the ICU. Missed you,” he places both hands on your face, making you smile just slightly, before kissing you on the mouth. You don’t really react, but you don’t push him away either. He kisses, and kisses, only taking brief moments between to look at you. “So much. Missed you so much. My sweet girl.” As you sit still and quiet, smiling, he can’t help but imagine taking you home already. You’ll be discharged soon enough, judging by your recovery— and when you do, all your family will have gone. Moved, or have passed away, or simply too old to be caretakers. And hey, he’s more than proven himself capable of caring.

“Do you want to kiss me more?” he asks as he leans down to you a little, capturing your attention again. “Yeah? You want to kiss more?”

“Kiss,” you parrot, and your pretty smile brightens. Fuck, he loves you. He’s not been able to stop since the day he first met you. Of course he’ll indulge you. Last time he allowed himself to let loose, things didn’t end so well. But that was before, and now he’s made very sure that no one will interrupt you both. His mouth meets yours as you sit still like a doll, nice and polite, and he opens your lips with his own, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You taste so fucking good. Maybe it’s his almost compulsive imagining leading up to this moment throughout the week, but there’s nothing better. You taste sweet and let him lead you back as he wraps your arm around him, pulling you closer.

Your arms hang limply around his waist, but no matter. It’s not like that’s stopped him before. He takes a quick scan of your fluttering lashes before you open your mouth, and he leans back in to kiss you again. Tongue sliding in to taste all of you until his entire body feels tight and his cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt against his pants. You simply oblige when he starts pushing you back onto the bed. “Back, back, back, that’s a good girl. Such a good, pretty girl for me.” His hands slide down your shoulders, over your chest as his breathing catches, and then settle at your hips to pull your butt closer to the edge. And you are pretty. It’s almost a bit unfair how good you look with your eyes half lidded and a barely there smile on your cheeks that makes him all warm inside.

“Do you know what I’m doing? What we’re gonna do?” he asks after a few seconds, and despite feeling horrible -he really does- his cock twitches when you shake your head a few times. He slides your flimsy blue gown up your thighs a bit, and moans at the sight of the smooth soft skin revealed to him. “That’s okay. I’ve got you.” Fuck, you make him feel like a timid virgin all over again, looking so damn erotic splayed out before him with no shame. He wonders if before, you’d have blushed. If you’d have whined and played coy, or if you’d have been so damn needy for his presence that you’d spread your legs for him even easier.

This is more than good enough though. He undoes his belt with slightly shaky hands, feeling the heat of your body on his skin, and then shoves a hand down his pants to take out his awfully throbbing cock. When he takes your thigh into his hand again and squeezes, you make a little moan that sounds almost like a purring cat- leaning into the warmth of his touch. His throat closes up, but he forces out a sentence as he leans in. “I’m just going to stick my hot cock inside you- you like that, don’t you? Fill you up, get nice and close?” Iwa’s mouth’s basically watering as he kisses you. He’s unable to help it. “Yeah, you like that. I know you do, pretty girl.”

He wraps a hand around the thick shaft and gives it a few slow pumps, biting back a moan. Then he sinks to his knees to hike your legs up over his shoulders and thumbs over your pussy a few times. Clear slick makes you all wet and sticky, drooling pussy waiting for his touch. He doesn’t make you wait long, because his tongue swipes out to lick up against you— sliding the wet muscle over your pussy and rubbing over the sensitive nub at the top. You let out a slight moan, and your legs twitch as he continues, licking and sucking and abusing your poor, needy cunt by rough fingers that trail around your hole before just barely slipping in to stretch you out. “Look so good, baby. You always look so good.”

“I knew,” he gets up from the floor to stand back between your legs, “that you’d still be a needy whore. Your pussy needs me even when you’re sleepy, so- fu-agh-” His cock brushes up against you as he lines up, and leans into you to grab a handful of your tits. “Can you say ‘thank you’?” You whine instead, and sort of wiggle in place, like you can’t articulate what you need. But he gets it by the way you grind yourself against the flushed, swollen head of his cock, and your mouth hangs open desperately. “Say ‘thank you for taking care of me, Doctor’,” he breathes out, while pushing into that tight, hot pussy that instantly clings to him.

You whimper, and he laces one of your hands with his by force, pulling you closer, deeper onto his cock as he slides in inch by inch. You feel so fucking good, hot enough to make his entire brain cloudy. Fuck. “I missed you so much, baby. You feel so fucking good- god.” You’re squeezing around him hard enough to make it hard to keep back the groans that spill out of him involuntarily. It’s almost like you’re doing it on purpose, but one glance at those teary, far-off eyes tells him more than you could, yourself. “Come on, say ‘thank you’. I know you can.” He winds his other hand around your soft throat and squeezes a little, until your back curls off the table and his cock bottoms out, nice and snug in the tight pouch of your tummy.

“Than’  you-” you slur back when he shakes your face a little, and though it’s a weak whimper, it’s enough to make him shudder.

“That’s a good pet- fuck. Agh-uh, my precious girl.” He pulls back and slides in again harder and deeper, speeding up the rhythm of the bed clanging against the wall. You know, he’d feel bad. He would— but your pussy’s sucking him in so deep, and your legs wrap around his thighs like you want to be even closer, like you’re still enjoying it. He leans in to kiss you again, and whispers your name like you’re cherished. You are. Each time he pulls back, more slick and wetness spills and makes the place you’re meeting into a mess, tits bouncing.

He hikes one of your legs up to your side instead, dangling over his arm to get closer, fuck you even deeper. And even you must feel the change, because you start moaning and wiggling despite yourself- as his cock fills you up again and again, bumping up against the soft heat of your walls. “You can still cum, can’t you?” His jaw clenches, and he reaches between your two sweaty bodies with messy circles over your puffy clit, unable to hold out for much longer. You’re just squeezing so fucking tight. “Cum, cum on my cock- gh-that’s it. That’s what you’re best at, aren’t you, baby~” God, you’re going to make him knock you up. Always clinging to him so fucking tight.

Your walls clench hard enough to make him see double, and before he’s even got the chance to pull out, hot ropes of cum fill you up until you’re sucking him dry.

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[sassycheesecake]

Warnings: suggestive content, mentions of sex

Having Oikawa as a temporary roommate doesn’t sound too bad at first.

Unless you’re dating his best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

Both you and Iwaizumi have been high school sweethearts, now dating officially for almost 8 years.

While your boyfriend, actually fiancé now, is working as an athletic trainer for the national Japanese volleyball team, you work as a pharmacist in the local hospital.

When Iwaizumi came home after a work-out one night, he had an annoyed expression on his face when he entered your apartment.

Pausing your actions on making dinner, you know that face already.

"What?"

Iwaizumi sighs, drops his gym bag and walks over to you with an exhausted expression.

"Those shitheads are really getting on my last nerves. Thought I lost them all already back in high school with Oikawa." The brunette hugs you from behind and can feel himself relax when he smells the familiar smell of your pineapple and coconut shampoo.

Which reminds you.

Oikawa texted you yesterday, asking if he can stay at your place for a week while he is training with his Argentinian team at the Ajinomoto National Training Center.

And the Setter knows the former Outside Hitter all too well, knowing 100% already that Iwaizumi would just leave him on read when he reads Oikawa’s message about staying at your guys’ place.

Which is why Oikawa asked you instead, knowing you’re Iwaizumi‘s kryptonite.

And Iwaizumi can never say no to you.

"Say love, don’t be mad at me."

The bliss on Iwaizumi’s face disappears and he turns you around to look at you with a frown on his face.

"What did you do?"

"Uhm… you know how much I love you? Your muscles certainly got a LOT bigger-" Tracing his firm pegs with your finger, you start to get distracted.

"Don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this. Just tell me." He gives you that look.

"Oikawa is coming to visit Japan and he needs a place to stay."

"And?"

You look at him with pleading eyes and he realizes immediately.

With big eyes, he steps away from you and the realization turns into deep annoyance.

Iwaizumi turns around to walk to your shared bathroom, he can’t deal with this right now.

"So does that mean you’re okay with it?" You call after him.

The only reply you hear, is a frustrating scream coming from the shower after a while.

"Eh, he’ll be fine." You mutter as you turn around to finish dinner.

The next day, Oikawa arrives bright and early at your front door, thankfully you’re both already awake, due to Iwaizumi’s early morning jog routine and you having the opening shift of the pharmacy.

A storm of the ringing doorbell makes the athletic trainer walk towards the door, and when Iwaizumi opens it, Oikawa jumps to hug Iwaizumi.

Not seeing in coming, Iwaizumi falls to the ground with a loud grunt, impacted by Oikawa’s weight.

"Get off of me you stupid idiot!" He pushes Oikawa off and can feel himself breathe again.

"But Iwa-chaaaaaaaan! I missed you dearly! Is this the way to greet your best friend who you haven’t seen in 4 years??" Oikawa pouts and when this chocolate brown eyes find yours, he yells your name out excitedly and runs towards you with alarming speed.

"My beautiful future best-friend-in-law looks gorgeous as always!" The giant Setter hugs you tight.

Giggling at his enthusiastic hug, you return it.

"It’s nice to have you here Tōru." You smile at him, parting from Oikawa.

"Come on, Shittykawa, let’s go on a seven mile run, like I do every morning."

The Setter pales like a ghost at that.

"But- I just got here and you’re already making me run? You can treat those mediocre third class athletes at the gym like that but not me, your best friend who just traveled half the globe to see you!" Oikawa tries to make an excuse but it doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi.

"I am dead serious. Get your Argentinian ass outside, now."

Huffing in defeat, the brunette joins his best friend.

Now, originally Oikawa only meant to stay for a week, but one week turned into two and now the stay is reaching the third week.

In the beginning, it was only a stay because of training but now the practice time is over and before the real game starts, the coaches gave them two weeks off additionally.

You have the patience of a saint, really, while Iwaizumi feels each day his patience getting thinner and thinner. You can’t blame your partner, since he sees him at work AND at home.

The worst part for Iwaizumi is, he can’t have sex with you, because whenever he tries to seduce you or vice versa, the Setter seems to have a hidden talent on knowing when the two of you want some alone time.

On the couch, in the kitchen, the bathroom, you can’t even have alone time in your own bedroom because Oikawa is bursting in your bedroom every night, complaining and gossiping about every. single. player. while laying in the middle between you and Iwaizumi.

But now, even your patience begins to run out, your sexual frustration beginning to eat you alive.

So on a Tuesday night, you and Iwaizumi want to go out on a date, hopefully stopping by a hotel afterwards to relieve some of that tension. Or all of it.

And Oikawa wants to tag along, not wanting to be left alone in the apartment by himself, while the athletic trainer is trying to hint at his best friend that he wants to have sex with you.

"Why can’t I come with you?" The Setter whines.

"Because (Y/N) and I are going out tonight, we want some privacy to ourselves, because you couldn’t give us any for the last damn three weeks."

Oikawa nods.

"Just the two of us."

He nods again.

"Alone." Iwaizumi feels like speaking to a four year old.

"Alright, no problem, I’ll try to hit up Matsun or Maki." Oikawa whistles while making himself comfortable on the couch again, texting his former teammates.

Iwaizumi feels his anger rising abruptly, about to snap his neck and before you have to clean up a crime scene, you push your lover out of the apartment before an accidental murder happens.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi don’t even make it to dinner because you teased him during the ride, caressing his thigh up and down.

You don’t come back to the apartment for another two days, missing thousands of messages from Oikawa, enjoying each others bodies like you did the first time you got intimate.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!! #hq x reader #hq fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager

Future Mx. Iwaizumi

Hajime Iwaizumi featuring Team Japan x GN! Manager

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Oiks and Sumu in the same hcs

AN: this is an anon request!

Ughhhhhh *punch’s air repeatedly*

It’s fine, I’m fine, this is fine 😐

What do I have to be jealous of?

I mean, sure you’re engaged Iwaizumi Hajime, 28, Athletic trainer

And sure you’re the manager for the Team Japan Men’s Volleyball Team

😐🙄 anyways, needless to say I’m extremely jealous of you YN

You’ve been dating Iwa for a while now

Actually even since you both met in College 🥰

You somehow managed to bag one of the hottest men in the entire universe and we won’t question it

Because you 👏🏻 deserve 👏🏻 it 👏🏻

Anyways, you are Iwa we’re always pretty low key about your relationship

I mean, Oikawa knew

Oikawa knows everything 🙄

But otherwise, you were pretty on the dl

It’s not that you didn’t love Haji or want to show him off but seriously nobody likes a bragger

Even thought you’d deserve to brag YN

I mean you bagged HAJIME IWAIZUMI so please brag away 😌

I’d be walking around like “this is my partner Iwaizumi Hajime, 28, Athletic Trainer. Isn’t he GORGEOUS!!!”

Fortunately you aren’t me and you are a humble being, who values your privacy with your fiancé

You and Iwa got engaged before you came back to Japan and before you both landed the gigs with Team Japan volleyball

Of course you both knew you were applying for each job and you encouraged each other

They were your dream jobs after all!

Not sure what universe you are living in to dream about managing toddler men Yn but you do you 😅

Anyways, you and Iwa were extremely professional while at practice

Of course, Kuroo and the coaches knew you were engaged

But the team, the team did not

And there were absolutely no problems

😂😂😂 literally couldn’t even type that with a straight face

N E WAYS the guys were literally feral at practice and around you

You and Iwa both agreed that you shouldn’t wear you engagement ROCK at practice

Because like, it can get caught on the net, your finger could get jammed, literally so many problems

You wanted to get a band for practice but you just hadn’t gotten around to it

Not like you aren’t super busy or anything 😐

“YN WHERE ARE THE TOWELS?”

“YN do you have an extra nail file?”

“YN can you help with blocking practice?”

“YN where’s Bokuto?”

“YN Hinata’s locked in the bathroom again!”

Literally not busy at all 🙄

You literally crashed every single night when you got home and Iwa understood why

While he had a training room to seek refuge in, you had nowhere to run

You literally had a trail of 6ft plus ducklings following you

Every once in and a while you’d manage to escape to visit Iwa

You’d walk through the doors of the training room as Haji would watch

“Hey babe, how’s it going?” He’d ask as you’d put your hand up, collapsing on of the training tables

“Please Haji, just 5 minutes of quiet,” you’d groan out as you tried to recover

5 seconds later

“YN? YN!!! Hey there you are?” Hinata would yell with Kageyama on his heels

Iwa is just rolling his eyes in the corner

You stand up, fixing your hair and staring at the two dummies

“Yes?” You grit out

“Can you measure our jumping height? Kageyama said I’m still not as high as he is!” Hinata says

“You’re still shorter than me you shrimp!” Kageyama growls

“SAY THAT TO MY FACE CRAPPYAMA!” Hinata yells

“I would but I’d have to bend down,” kageyama smirks 😏

“Alright- Alright!” Iwa says, breaking it up as you sighed

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes guys, please try not to kill each,” you add as they leave

Iwa walks over to you grabs you and gives you a big hug, “love you babe, we will get your favorite tonight for dinner to make up for these idiots.”

Needless to say, Hajime was your savior the whole training season

And when it came to the actual Olympics he was there to support you the entire time

As you prepared for your first game, our favorite Argentinian v.ball player came to visit 🥰

“There’s my precious YN-Chan!” Oikawa gushes as you stare

You 👉🏻😐🙄 hello Toru

Kageyama and Ushijima are fuming in the corner because like why are you talking to HIM 😤

“So when is the big day Yn? Have you and Iwa-Chan decided when you’re going to get hitched?” Toru says

Team Japans heads snap to you 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ excuse me-

“Ha ha good one Oikawa,” Aran says

“Why would you ship YN with Iwa and not me!” Atsumu says offended

“Wait they don’t know?” Oikawa says

“Who doesn’t know what?” Iwa says, standing next to you

“That you and YN are engaged,” Oikawa says as Team Japan just stares at you

“Say sike right now!” Atsumu cries

You and Iwa 👉🏻😐🙄 well it was good while it lasted-

“Shittykawa it’s because they didnt know!” Iwa says

“YN really?!?” Hinata gushes 🥹

Flower MAN material YN write it down ✍️

“Dang! Well I guess congratulations!” Yaku adds

“It’s not a big deal guys, we don’t talk about it much,” you say

“Really Yn? Because I’d totally brag about being engaged to Iwa if I were you!” Hoshiumi laughs

He’s not wrong Yn 😏

“Omg wait Yn can I be a bridesmaids? Or a brides man or a man groom?” Bokuto :D

You 👉🏻😐😳 uhhh

“No Bokuto I’m going to be the best man for YN! Or brides person? Or person of honor?” Hinata questions

You and Iwa 👉🏻🤨 well at least they aren’t nervous anymore

“Now now everyone, I’m going to be the only person standing up for YN and Iwa,” Oikawa 🥰

“Over my dead body!” Atsumu screams

“Shittykawa shut up!” Iwa shouts

You just sigh, absolutely living your life ♥️

#haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyū!! #haikyu x you #haikyu x reader #gender neutral reader #haikyu x gender neutral reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi fluff #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi fanfic #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x gender neutral reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #haikyu timeskip headcanons #hq timeskip #timeskip iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer #oikawa toru #oikawa is annoying #miya atsumu #hinata shoyo #bokuto kotaro #kageyama tobio #hq team japan #team japan volleyball

[honeystwiggypeach]

Could you do something along the lines of Mattsukawa introducing his very pregnant girlfriend to his friends and they are all shocked. They thought you were made up since they never met her (maybe she has a hectic work schedule and the timing just never happened).

You go out for drinks with them (obviously you aren't drinking) and they tell you so many embarassing stories about Mattsun and by the end of the night it's like you're one of gang, Mattsun feels happy knowing you and his friends get along well.

Omg bestie??? I love this, y’all are so smart you guys have just so many great ideas like what??😭tysm for requesting and sharing your idea!!! This is so great I’m gonna melt into a puddle rn🥰😭if anyone wants to see more or anything else let me know because I literally love requests so much!!

I did make reader work at the same funeral home as Mattsun because I’d assume that’s how they met when in college!

Tw- cursing, drinking, pregnant reader, baby is refered to as being small(in comparission to a newborn when she’s still in the womb by Mattsun because I suck at coming up with funny things😞) let me know if I missed anything!!

Whenever Matsukawa told any of his friends about you they’d exchange a look that said, “really? This again?” As much as he hated it their wasn’t much he could do to prove them wrong.

He showed them photos of you but they told him you had to be photoshopped in because no way in hell he’d been dating you since your freshman year of college and they still hadn’t met you.

“Guys, y/n’s pregnant…I’m gonna be a dad” he told them over drinks one night, you were fine with him going out at night since you’d have to cover night shifts for wakes sometimes and than other times paperwork would pile up from the director not doing their job. Other nights that you didn’t manage wakes, Mattsun did, for a long time, the only time you two saw eachother was at work and it sucked ass.

Though now that you’re on maternity leave, you’re finally able to spend time with your fiancé and meet his friends!

So of course when Issei brought up the idea of going to a bar and grill with his friends you were on board, “just to be clear you cannot drink” he repeats and you raise a brow.

“Clearly not Issei” you place your hands on your baby bump, you were nearing eight months pregnant and hadn’t thought of touching a lick of alcohol since you’d found out you were pregnant.

Of course when he walked in with you wrapped around his arm very clear belly on display he could hear Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki chattered in disbelief.

He’s got a smug smile on his face as he helps you take off your sweater and purse before sitting down.

“I told you she was real!” Oikawa mutters slapping Iwaizumi’s shoulder lightly.

After introductions go around Maki is the first to ask, “so he’s like really gonna be a dad?”

You giggle softly and they can all see why Issei fell for you, “yea, feels like we’re gonna have her any day now” isseis eyes widen in worry.

“We still have two more months?”

“An expression baby” you smile sweetly and he lets out a sigh of relief.

Issei was telling the truth and from what it seems? He’d found the perfect person to balance him out.

After a few drinks and a few cups of water for you, Issei is excusing himself to the bathroom.

“Oh my god, y/n! While he’s gone let me tell you!” Tooru is a little tipsy, you can tell by the way a light pink dusts his cheek and every now and than he has to pause and lean his head against Iwa’s shoulder to catch himself.

“One time in highschool, Mattsun he” you listen to the way Oikawa wheezes before he can even finish the story.

This went on for the whole ten minutes that your fiancé was on the bathroom alternating between Tooru and Maki while Hajime their designated driver lets out occasionally snorts or adds onto their drunk retelling of events.

“Last week we went to the doctors,”you giggle a little at the memory before hearing the chair scrape against the floor.

Issei had been watching the four of you chat for a bit and he was glad you were getting along, ecstatic even, but he really didn’t need you to tell the guys that every time he went for an appointment with you he’d asked if the baby was full sized yet only to find out that she was still not the size of a newborn baby instead of just googling the size of a baby at certain gestations, in his defense he had no clue that’s how it worked.

Let me know if you guys want to see more or anything else because I love writing requests so much!!!!

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad!matsukawa x pregnant!reader #dad!matsukawa x reader #dad!matsukawa #matsukawa x pregnant!reader #matsukawa x reader

[terushimooo]

♡ TRASH CRACK FICS ♡

↳ Please note that everything found through these links contains  DARK CONTENT!

So, there’s like… no rhyme or rhythm to these fics… They’re solely just scooped out of the trash puddle that is my mind. Absolutely, all of these fics are incredibly cursed. Horrendously so.

Read at your discretion, know that I warned you, and most importantly—don’t show my therapist, LOOOL!

Love from yours truly,

Lee . . .

HAIKYUU

ALL THAT GLITTERS

Racoon Shifter! Iwaizumi x f! Reader

T/w: ballstomping, racoon shifter Iwa, ball biting, subby Iwa, crying Iwa, Iwa calls you mommy multiple times, pet play, collaring, m-monster fucking? Summary: Just… It’s a weird racoon shifter fic… idek. I’m too scared to re-read it tbh. LOL! . . .

ATTACK ON TITAN

LEE’S GUIDE TO OMEGAVERSE

Reiner x f! Reader

T/w: prolapsed female bits, crybaby reiner Summary: What happens when an alpha pulls out his know too soon… . . .

A BUGGY’S LYFE

Caterpillar! Reader x Grasshopper! Jean

T/w: Too many… major character deaths, everyone is a bug, really quick, gross, bug sex (completely made up—bugs have human genitalia now. It is what it is), talk of bug babies (I actually wanna die—LMAO), brief mentions of drug use by side characters, jean calls you bug (two times) Summary: A bug’s journey… . . .

OTHER

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU… PEACHES???

Luigi x Peach x Bowser

T/w: noncon elements, forced cheating, everything is in green cause tumblr refused to let me write in black but I think it’s kinda fitting Summary: Luigi stumbles across Mario’s fiancée in the hands of a questionable figure… . . .

#rip.ml #Cursed content #I know theres more cursed stuff #In fact #my entire blog is cursed content #But these fics???? #They’re just… wow #Just wow #anyway #i hope you all enjoy!!!! #I’m slowly just… updating everything… changing my theme #you know how it is….

[heartboudoir]

“I was never mad at you, Hera.” Your fiancé explains calmly, finding it easier to speak now that he has something to focus on besides his slight jealousy towards Iwaizumi. “I was a little hurt when you said that you still loved him and maybe it’s not in a romantic way but that’s still not an easy thing to hear.”

Setting the brush aside, Toshi sits on the floor and turns to face you. “I was annoyed when Iwa tried getting involved in the conversation and also jealous thinking I wasn’t the only one you loved which caused me to lose my patience and for that I’m sorry.”

-💜

“I think he was just checking that I was okay… “ I say quietly, finally looking up to meet him and wishing I could crawl into his lap and be held. He’s not really touched me since the restaurant and it makes me feel unwanted “I’m sorry I didn’t defend you more, I should have I just… was so overwhelmed.” I take a small breath and adjust yuki who’s asleep on top of me. “It’s so hard to explain how I feel about him, I’m not sure it’s love I just… I have this pull towards him. He took me in, cared for me. Kept me alive… I know what they did was wrong, that I’m probably messed up for life but he still… looked after me”

#💜.guard toshi

[augustinewrites]

HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

MIYA ATSUMU

series

a sprained heart || in which atsumu sprains his ankle, meets a cute doctor, is a shameless flirt, and sakusa is over it

r.i.c.e

hard to get

stolen heart

causing a scene

one-shots

favouritism

over all over again

drabbles

bunk beds

breakfast

sending signals

mornings like this

07:30

04:20

tattoos

sore loser

first date

ulterior motives

MIYA OSAMU

one-shots

off-season

fake fiancé

drabbles

saturday nights

13:25

out of reach

late night snack

just friends

headcanons

food as a love language

most popular recipe

SUNA RINTARO

series

enchanted to meet you || in which you meet rin when he finds you crying in the boys restroom

first meeting

birthday parties & tiny onesies

love at first sight

the adventures of suna suki || in which you and suna raise your first daughter, suki

baby fever (prequel)

first day of school

unicorn milkshake

away games

most special valentine

drabbles

shut up and kiss me

late nights in different apartments

birthday kisses

shower kisses

the best wingman

“we shouldn’t do this”

denim jacket

KITA SHINSUKE

series

the slow rise || in which the local baker falls for the charming local farmer (i’m pushing my cottagecore kita agenda)

new recipe

granny yumie’s boy

only you

drabbles

01:47

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

series:

the miya method || in a moment of weakness, sakusa kiyoomi does the unthinkable; ask miya atsumu for advice. it goes about as well as one might expect.

advice from miya atsumu

lunch date

lipstick

drabbles

jealous

14:37

braids

about last night

slow mornings

spoiled

AKAASHI KEIJI

series

royal au (untitled so far!)

i: wonderstruck

ii:

iii:

one-shots

tutoring

got it all

cashmere scarf

home for christmas

canon in d

bachelor party

birthdays

secret admirer

drabbles

canon in d sequel

working from home

headcanons

coworkers to lovers

gifts

KUROO TETSUROU

series

office rivals series || in which your work rival tricks you into going on a date with him.

office rivals masterlist

drabbles

sleeping patterns

all talk?

birthday

worth the wait

dad!kuroo

OIKAWA TOORU

one-shots/fics

roommates

drabbles

you belong with me

03:15

blurry

first fight

pretty boy (barista oiks)

five more minutes

small victories

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

series

mercenary!iwa (royalty au hehe)

one-shots

roommates

dad!iwa

team japan’s athletic trainer

valentine’s day

drabbles

slow mornings

headcanons

more dad!iwa

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

report card

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

drabbles

anniversary

HIRUGAMI SACHIRO

one-shots/fics

veterinarian recommended child support

puppies

drabbles

dad!hirugami

#augustine.navi

[atsubaka]

embarrassing things they've done

w oikawa, iwa, atsumu, sakusa, osamu, suna, kageyama, tsukishima, tanaka, noya, daichi, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, ushjima & tendou

nav || taglist: open

✵ oikawa

he accidentally bumped into a manequinn, and said "sorry" then proceeded to say, "i thought you were a person," until he realized that he was still talking to a manequinn. this is smth id acc do 💀

✵ iwaizumi

one time when he was ordering in a drive thru, the worker told him to drive up closer to the speaker because he was talking to the trash can.

✵ atsumu

he thought he was reading the comments on HIS post, and replied to every single one, thanking them, until realization hit him like a fricking punch to the gut 🤡

✵ sakusa

the teacher chose him as her demo partner for a dancing class and kiyoomi was both appalled and horrified to find out that the 50 year old woman had a waist 💀 yes, im referencing ron and mcgonagall

✵ osamu

onigiri boy told this girl at a party that "some old, dirty creep was hitting on ya," and she told him he was her fiancé.

✵ kageyama

when he was seven he had a crush on this girl and kags being the awkward person he is - didn't know how to deal with it. so he wrote her a note that said, "get out of my school." 🤦

✵ tsukishima

after helping an old lady cross the road, a bunch of elderlies decided to adopt him and make him their errand boy. the grandmas wanted him to be their "boyfriend" so he had a bunch of senior citizens hanging on his arm that day 🤭

✵ nishinoya

when the teacher caught him dozing off in class, he slowly raised his head and said "amen." 🙏

✵ tanaka

he thought this girl was going to confess to him, so homeboy started flailing his arms around and screamed, "I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" .... turns out the girl was confessing to the person next to him 🙃 canon

✵ daichi

this man saw a sad looking dude with shabby clothes and overgrown facial hair standing by the metro with a plastic cup, so feeling generous - he took some coins and put them into his cup, and the homeless guy was like, "hey, that's my coffee!"

✵ suna

this fool accidentally went into the women's restroom and stayed locked up in one of the cells for thirty minutes straight because girls won't stop coming in. p.s: he took a pic of their feet under the stalls

✵ ushijima

he offered his seat to this woman on the train, and when she thanked him he told her that "it's a policy for pregnant woman to be given extra privileges." ... the woman wasn't pregnant ���

✵ tendou

baby wanted to screw around, so he told the person next to him that he has a secret he wanted to tell them. this weirdo literally started giggling inside the poor person's ear and ended up spitting in it 🥴

✵ akaashi

he witnessed a girl fall down a flight of stairs and when she reached the bottom, he told her "to be careful," as if she didn't already fall all the way down 🥲

✵ bokuto

he's been trying to get permission to use the toilet, but the teacher doesn't notice and tells him to come up to the front and answer the problem on the board. boy was squirming while he held his "thing" so ppl thought he was doing the shimmy🕺

✵ kuroo

that awkward moment when he says goodbye to an acquaintance, and they both start walking in the same direction, and they make eye contact 👀 asksfajsl this happened to me and it was soooooo embarrassing cuz I kept saying bye while he followed me

taglist: @tetsuukuroo @amisuh

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa scenarios #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #atsumu hcs #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo fluff #ushijima fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima headcanons #ushijima scenarios #sakusa x reader #sakusa headcanons #sakusa scenarios #sakusa fluff

[kiyo-sakusa]

Baking Macarons for Iwaizumi

characters: iwaizumi hajime

warnings: none, just fluff :)

note: just saw the new official art of iwa and suddenly had the urge to write a short oneshot for him shdjshhd. also was this too ooc? (*´∇｀*)

Finally adding the finishing touches to your macarons, you hurriedly but carefully transferred them to a more presentable plate before Iwaizumi would come home from the airport.

You’ve nearly spent 3 hours in the kitchen baking macarons for your lovely fiancé. It was your first time baking it and yet you could say the final product was pretty decent. Glancing at the clock as it reads 3:54 p.m, your excitement rose. He was most probably at the lobby of your apartment building already.

Quickly changing your clothes to a cleaner ones, you moved to the genkan and situated yourself beside the shoe rack, waiting for the juggle of keys to come any minute. When that usual but comforting sound came, you couldn’t control your smile anymore.

The door quietly squeaked and there was Iwaizumi standing with raised eyebrows—not expecting to see you on the genkan immediately. Nevertheless, he returned you a smile seeing how excited you are.

Iwaizumi lifts his suitcases, as he enters. “Hi there, love.”

“Iwaizumi, my love!” Rushing towards him and encasing him in a bone-crushing hug. “You’re finally home! 5 days was so long without you, I don’t think I can handle days like those again…” your voice fading as you pressed further onto his shoulder.

“Mhmm,” he rubs your back as you continuously embrace him. It was then he noticed the sweet scent coming from the kitchen. “What’s that smell? You baked something, didn’t you?”

“Oh! I nearly forgot.” You released Iwaizumi and rushed to the kitchen with him following you behind. Lifting the plate from the table, you faced him with a genuine smile. “Look! I made you a godzilla themed macarons! Can you imagine how cute these are? I won’t eat these if I were—”

Iwaizumi cut you off with a laugh that caught you off-guard. Since when was your fiancé laughing to a godzilla macarons? Was his humor this low? No, that couldn’t be.

Soon, your surprised expression turned into shyness. “Oh no, does it look hideous? I swear, I thought it looks good- babe! Stop laughing! You weren’t supposed to laugh anyway, now you’re making me embarrassed!”

Fortunately, Iwaizumi controlled his laughter seeing how really embarrassed you looked. “No, love. You’re so cute and I just missed you, is all.”

You squint your eyes at him as he picked one macaron and took a bite. His eyes glowed with delight. “Wow, they taste good, you could open up a bakery.”

You feigned annoyance, “Now you’re just mocking me…” Iwaizumi merely shakes his head, and placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling at you afterwards.

…

It was now evening, with you and Iwaizumi on the couch doing whatever the both of you could think of and it was in that moment you received notification.

@HajimeIwa mentioned you in their story.

Opening the notification, you were directly guided to a picture of your macarons with a caption, “thank you, my love <3”

Looking up at him—unconsciously giving him the love struck expression you have that made his heart melt—you gave him a peck on the lips.

#haikyuu!! #hq headcanons #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #hq oneshot #Iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #Iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi oneshot #iwaizumi fluff #aoba johsai #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

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Touch-Me-Not | Hajime Iwaizumi

Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Your fiancé was driving you home, sitting there completely innocently. It was snowing and icy, so both his hands were on the wheel instead of one resting on your thigh like he usually had it. Then a great idea popped into your mind (that was living in the gutters) and you decided, fuck it. Let’s try it. What’s the worst that happens? He says no and jackhammers you into the bed for trying something? Best case for a worse scenario

Word count: 5.3K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, smidge of spitting, lots of praising and assurances, softer Iwa. Mild language, fluff, 18+

Notes: Welcome! If you would like to visit my Touch-Me-Not series post, you can follow the link in the name! I’m adding to this list slowly, but I’m making my way there. I hope that you enjoy Iwa and the other posts that I get out! 

All characters are 18+ and if not then they are aged up. The age for Iwaizumi is 24 years old. I hope you enjoy pestering Iwa in the car and then refusing to give him what he wants when you get inside 😉 The intro to this one is pretty long, but... here we go 😅 you can never get too much Iwa-chan, right?

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It was pitch black outside of the car headlights. Dropping heavy and large snowflakes from the dark sky that was covered in fluffy clouds you could hardly see because of how thick the snow was. You were heading home from date night, though this time Oikawa and his girlfriend had tagged along.

Oikawa seemed happy with her, but it appeared to you (and only you because Iwaizumi and Oikawa were completely unaware of the way she kept eyeing your fiancé) that she found Iwaizumi more attractive than the man beside her. Now bringing it up wasn’t ever really your style, and it was you Iwaizumi was going home with, but was that going to stop you from being jealous about the way she kept biting her lip when he would talk? Absolutely not.

In fact, the longer you thought about it the more mad you got. Pettiness was always something that had run deep inside of you. Iwaizumi was always calling you mini Oikawa; through high school, when you were on his nerves, or when you were just reminding the boy of his life-long friend. Since you were with Iwaizumi and that girl who’s name you hardly cared enough about to remember (both because you didn’t think Oikawa would stay with her (she seemed pretty plain) and also because she was so into your fiancé and it made you mad) you decided that you were going to try and let it go in the best way you knew how to: reminding yourself that Iwaizumi was yours by fucking him.

The thought came to your mind while you were watching the snow fall out the window. You were maybe 10 minutes from your house, and with how slow Iwaizumi was driving as to not slide around on the ice too badly, you might be around 15 minutes away.

You scooted a little closer to him in your seat, that damn middle console being the only thing in the way from cuddling with him. He stole a quick glance at you, sending you a little smile before he looked back to the road. Even if it was dark, because of the headlights you could see enough of him. Enough to see his cute smile. Enough to reach over and tease him.

“I guess it’s taking a little longer than usual to get home, huh?” He said, just making friendly conversation with you. He had no idea you were sitting there stewing on the girl that had flirted with him, nor planning on doing anything to him while he was trying to drive in the snow on the icy roads.

“Yeah, it is.” You agreed, scanning over him quickly. Obviously the space between his legs was darker as it wasn’t hit with so much light, but there was enough to see his muscular legs, even through his pants. He was just... wow, honestly. There were so many ways to describe how hot he was, and yet the words completely left your mind every time your eyes met his. That intimacy in the moment completely ruined your chances of out-stubborning the man. He was everything you could ever hope for, and here he was, with you despite you feeling like you could never deserve him.

Then again now wasn’t the time to get flustered by the strong man beside you. Instead it was time to get your silent revenge on the bitch that sat across from you and stared at him the entire time you were at dinner.

Iwaizumi hummed, going back to fully focusing his attention on the road and not talking. He didn’t even think of it when you laid your hand down on his thigh; he did it to you nearly every single time he was driving, why couldn’t you do it to him? Besides, your hand was small on his thigh, and it was cute to him.

You gave his leg a soft squeeze, and he glanced at you. You were looking out the front windshield, watching the snow with that cute fascination in your eyes. He hated how quickly he had to look back away from you, even if he could stare at you all day long, it couldn’t ever be enough for him.

You squeezed his thigh again, this time sliding your hand upwards a little bit. He frowned slightly, looking at you. You looked to him upon seeing Iwaizumi looking at you, and sent him a little smile. A small smile that had that lingering sense of something mischievous behind it. A smile he had seen before, and it never ended appropriately. More like with you on top of him.

Iwaizumi couldn’t help the fact that his dick twitched in his pants with you squeezing his thigh. It was such a turn on, and as he forced his eyes back to the road, he couldn’t help but ask.

“What are you doing, princess?” You gave this sort of innocent hum that he frowned at, even if his gaze was on the road.

“Nothing.” You replied, watching his pretty side-profile and squeezing his thigh in your hand. He gave a soft sound, but before he could start speaking again, you squeezed his inner thigh and moved your hand closer to his crotch. There was nothing he could have done to stop himself from getting hard, and it made you smile when your hand brushed against it.

“Seems like you’re doing something.” He forced out, carefully driving over a bump in the road, and tensing up a little bit when your hand slid closer to his belt.

“Does it seem that way?” You asked, softly cupping your hand around his growing hardness. “I wonder why.” You teased, giving a soft little laugh when his thigh moved a bit further apart from his other to give you a tad more space.

“Can I ask why you’re doing this? While I’m driving. On the icy road.” You carefully unbuckled his belt, and even if it was a little bit embarrassing, Iwaizumi actually liked where this was going.

“You want the truth, or do you want me to just suck your cock?” He stole a glance at you, and while his dick twitched in his pants at the thought of you sucking him off while he was driving (as you had done a couple times previously), he didn’t know there was an actual reason as to why you were acting this way and it got him curious.

“Is both an option?” He asked, giving a soft grunt when you unzipped his pants and slid your hand inside of them to grasp his dick over his boxers.

“I don’t like Oikawa’s girlfriend.” You said, and it confused Iwaizumi. You had spoken to her as if you had liked her, and hadn’t even rolled your eyes once; maybe because Oikawa was there, he didn’t know, but it was surprising that you wouldn’t have at least expressed your dislike for the girl before now. It must have truthfully bothered you a lot, and he felt bad for giving a soft moan when you snuck your hand into his boxers and slid your thumb over the tip of his awaiting cock.

“Why’s that?” He asked, carefully turning the car down the dark, snowy pathway. He had a few things on his mind-- driving on the icy roads, your hand squeezing his aching cock, and why you were upset.

Was this really the best option? If you were upset about something you usually tried to avoid your feelings, and while Iwaizumi was more than willing to fuck whatever you were upset about out of you, he preferred you spoke about it first. Get it off your chest so maybe you would feel better about it or let him help you.

“She’s a bitch.” You grumbled, sliding his dick carefully out of his boxers and unbuckling yourself. He looked at you quickly, switching his gaze back to the road but keeping his head turned towards you a bit so he could quickly glance at you again.

“Why?” He asked, wanting you to just give him a reason. Since it seemed like you really were going to put your head down there, he was trying to rush a question in.

“Because she just is.” He gave a soft huff at your answer. Your stubbornness really grated his nerves sometimes. Other times he loved it. You were his favorite contradiction. “It doesn’t matter. I’m sucking your dick.”

It clicked in his brain with that little bit as you got situated, opening the middle console so it was out of the way; Iwaizumi moved his arm for you so you could lean down between his legs. Then his hands gripped onto the steering wheel, tighter this time, and anticipation biting at his awaiting cock that was still in your hand.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” He asked; while it hadn’t been as apart to him as it was to you, Iwaizumi did notice Oikawa’s girlfriend flirting with him, but he hadn’t thought twice about it. It was once, but he didn’t see any of the lip biting or the way she laughed when he spoke like you had noticed. “Of Oikawa’s girlfriend, because she flirted with me?” You gave a soft huff.

“No.” You stubbornly admitted. It was obvious you were, but Iwaizumi’s mind went blank when you licked along his shaft up to his cockhead.

“Mmm, fuck... princess, you know you don’t need to be jealous.” He said, trying to help ease your mind in a rational way.

“I’m not jealous.” You said, taking part of his thick cock into your mouth. He gave a hum, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“Goddamn, your mouth is so warm...” He mumbled. “You know I love you, don’t you?” He asked, glancing down between his legs and seeing your head. He looked back out at the dark, snowy roads. The turn that would lead you straight home was right up ahead, and he was certain this conversation wasn’t going to continue once you got inside to a place where you could actually kiss and touch him, and he could touch you back.

“Of course I do.” You pulled back, licking along the tip of his dick before doing so. “I love you, too.” He stole another quick glance down at you, seeing you leaning over his dick. You let the spit fall off your tongue and down onto his cock. It slid down his shaft a little ways before you placed your mouth back around it and sucked on him.

It was almost shameful-- the fact that he felt like he could cum in your mouth right now. You were too damn good at sucking his cock, knowing just what he liked. Where to lick, where to let your teeth just barely graze his shaft, where to curl your tongue around his cockhead at, how hard to suck based off of how he moaned or twitched (or in cases where you weren’t in the car) how he gripped your hair in his fist.

He turned the car slowly, seeing your neighbors house and getting excited at the sight of it. Your house was just so close, and the thought of being able to really see you, and especially touch you, was enough to drive him mad.

Iwaizumi turned the car into the driveway after what felt like forever. Despite him turning the car off (which meant the warm air circulating around would stop) you still sucked on his dick.

He reached a hand down, pushing your hair back and gently gripping at it. It didn’t take much more after he stopped the car to feel his release coming so quickly. As embarrassing as it was, all it took was a drawn out hum from you and the spit in your mouth to lubricate his cock so it slid further down your throat, and he came.

Iwaizumi’s cheeks warmed as he gave a moan, cumming in your mouth. You gave a soft chuckle, pulling back and swallowing before you licked your lips. Hajime, though embarrassed from cumming so quickly and still in the car, looked at you.

“I’m not jealous.” You mumbled, leaning over and kissing him while you reached down and buttoned his pants back up. “It doesn’t matter, she’s not your fiancée...” You grumbled, kissing him again and using his thigh for balance. “Let’s go make out.” You said, and Iwaizumi unbuckled his seat belt very quickly.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed, lending you an arm around the front of the car because of the small ice patch in the driveway he had missed earlier when he shoveled because you got bored and started a snowball fight with him that he couldn’t resist getting in on, and then you were both cold and the icy patch was out of mind as he made you two hot chocolate and cuddled with you inside the warm house.

He unlocked the door, walking inside and locking it again. He slid his shoes and jacket off, hanging the jacket beside yours on the hooks before you drug him off to the bedroom.

What was he going to do? Say no?

Iwaizumi sat down on the edge of the bed, holding onto your hips when you sat on his lap, and kissing you back when you eagerly pushed your lips against his. It didn’t take much for his dick to get hard again with your body underneath his hands and you on his lap. You undid a few buttons on his shirt, and he was waiting for you to take it off of him before you suddenly pulled back and pressed your hand against his chest and pushed him back.

“Oh,” he chuckled softly, watching you laugh and lean back down to kiss him again. He ran his hands along your lower back, before you suddenly sat back up and carefully grabbed his hands. He thought you were going to hold his hands, until you set them back on the bed and leaned down.

“Let’s play a game.” He hummed, his eyes closing as you were just an inch away from kissing him. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You said, carefully grinding yourself against his erection. He just wanted you to move more, but you were being pretty hot right now. He couldn’t resist you, and he didn’t want to either.

Honestly he just wanted to slam you back down onto the bed and fuck you, but letting you get that little sense of dominance every now and then was entertaining for him.

“I get to do this to you.” You started, finally kissing his lips.

“What’s this?” He cut you off before you could finish, kissing you back,

“Whatever I want.” You said, pulling back a little bit so he couldn’t kiss you again. “And you can’t do anything.”

“That’s confusing.” He said, looking up into your eyes. You gave a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“If you can hold out from touching me until you make me cum with your dick inside of me, then you win. If you touch me or cum first inside of me, then you lose.” You explained, kissing the tip of his nose. He hummed, opening his eyes to look back into yours.

“I don’t like this game.” He said, grunting softly while you grinded yourself against his throbbing cock over his jeans. Even if his belt wasn’t done, they were tight, and restricting. He just wanted to feel you against him again like he had the other night, but in all honesty this little game you wanted to play did sound interesting, and hell-- if it would help you feel better after that girl supposedly pissed you off, then he would be willing to do anything. Just about anything.

“Then touch me and lose.” You said, leaning down and kissing him. “I get bragging rights that I beat you though.” You kissed him again. “Do you really want that?” You asked, making him moan by grinding yourself against his erection.

“Alright, fine.” He shifted his wrists underneath your hands, and you thought it was over before he laid his head back on the bed. “I’m gonna win though.” You smiled, leaning back in and kissing him. “Can I kiss you or do I have to wait for your permission?” He asked, his nose brushing against yours.

“You can kiss me.” You said, and he kissed you right after. Your fingers undid the buttons you could reach before you leaned back and opened his shirt. You leaned down and pressed kisses to his neck. Iwaizumi laid his head back, swallowing the spit in his mouth and giving a soft inhale through his teeth.

Your lips felt so good against his skin. He hoped you never thought that he would leave you; he knew that you knew he wouldn’t for this girl, he just hoped you knew it for every girl. Any girl that flirted with him. They were all really nothing compared to you, and he hoped you always knew how little he thought of other girls and how much he thought of you. You were his everything, no one could take that away. Nobody could take him away.

That’s why he was playing this little game with you. Letting you hold his hands down on the bed for as long as you did. Let you do whatever you wanted even if he would have yelled at Oikawa for doing the same thing. He always wanted you to know that you were different in his eyes. Able to do whatever because you were you. Because you were the love of his life and he never wanted you to feel less important than you were to him. It hurt him knowing you felt like you weren’t enough sometimes.

You kissed down his chest, drawing a line along his abs with your tongue before you moved back to undo his pants button and slide the zipper down again. He moved a bit to help you slide the pants off his long, muscular legs. You tossed them off the bed, and Iwaizumi moved so he was higher up and gave you room to do whatever it was you were planning on doing. You sent him a little smile before you got between his legs, kissing down his abs again and stopping just above his boxers.

“God, your cock is huge.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to the bulge over his boxers. He gave a soft hum, holding tightly onto the sheets to stop himself from instinctively twining his fingers in your hair. “I can’t believe this thing fits in my mouth.” That little praising you did to him always made his heart thump harder in his chest. “Maybe...” You pulled back, hands resting down on his hipbone and on his thigh. “I shouldn’t even suck this cock.” He looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re not gonna suck it?” He asked, confused. Wasn’t the whole point of this game to make him want to touch you? What was doing that more than sucking his cock? He already had to grip the sheets to stop himself from grabbing onto your hair. Honestly a part of him was genuinely concerned he wasn’t going to win.

“Maybe I shouldn’t.” You said, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “I already did, after all.” Your fingers gently traced along his abs and sides. The touch made his stomach flutter, and he just wanted you to fuck him already.

“What do you want, princess?” He asked, watching you look back at him with confusion written all over your pretty face. “Me to beg?” He asked. “That’s not gonna happen, and you know it isn’t.” You gave a soft little laugh, kissing his hipbone.

“I know it won’t.” You mumbled, kissing his abs again. “You’re just so hot when you get all riled up.” He raised an eyebrow at you, watching you slide his boxers off. His dick slapped up against his stomach, but instead of just grabbing it, you got up and took your dress off.

He watched it fall off your shoulders and chewed on his bottom lip. You reached back and took your bra off, but you left your underwear on. You sat just above his dick, leaning down and kissing him. Your breasts pushed against his chest, and he wanted so badly to touch you. Your nipples were calling his name, but the will to hold back was strong.

Stronger than the urge to grab your hips and flip you over? He honestly wasn’t sure how much more of this teasing bullshit he could take. He was so close to breaking a few times so far, and you had hardly done anything to him.

“God I love you,” he mumbled, his lips pressing back to yours immediately afterwards. “So fucking much, princess.” He kissed you again, holding onto the sheets. You hummed, pulling back a little bit and licking your lips.

“I love you more.” You replied.

“That’s not even possible.” He said, missing the feeling of your warm lips against his. “You have no idea how much I love you. How much I want you all the time. Sexually and just being there.” You opened your eyes, waiting for him to finish these little assurances that made your heart race. “I just love coming home and seeing you. Cuddling with you. Falling asleep with you in my arms. You really have no fucking clue, baby.” You paused, cheeks flushing from his words.

“Uhh, I’m trying to fuck you here, not cry.” Iwaizumi gave a little chuckle, opening his pretty eyes to look up into yours.

“Don’t cry. I can’t touch you, how am I supposed to comfort you?” He teased, shifting a little bit beneath you. He leaned up and pressed his lips to yours for a soft kiss before he laid back down. “Alright. You wanna fuck me, princess-- then fuck me. Come on. Make yourself cum on my cock so I can fuck you into this mattress already.” His words made your cheeks flush a bit more, but even now, on top playing this little game, you couldn’t help but do what he said.

“One of these days I won’t listen to you.” You mumbled, and he gave a soft chuckle in response, watching you slide your underwear off and then get back on him. “Now come here.” You said, straddling his waist. He leaned up, sitting properly now and looking at you while you reached down and aligned his cock with your entrance.

“I think you’re always going to listen to me,” he said teasingly, leaning in to kiss you, but giving a little chuckle when you leaned back and pouted.

“Shut up, you’re listening to me right now.” He gave a soft hum, looking at you with a cute little smile on his pretty face.

“I love you so much.” You huffed, cheeks still red even though he wasn’t even fucking you yet, and looked away.

“Yeah, well I love you, too. Idiot. Now hold still.” He gave a soft little chuckle at your reaction to his words. You were so cute and bad at dealing with those sorts of feelings-- especially when his eyes met yours. Intimacy was something so near and dear to your heart, but you were so bad at it. It was adorable to Iwaizumi.

You slowly lowered down onto his awaiting cock, and he couldn’t help the soft moan he let out. You were so wet, and yet completely under stimulated. He hadn’t done a damn thing to you, and you hadn’t done anything to yourself. You held onto his shoulders, giving yourself a second to adjust to his size with a soft little whine.

“God, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, biting down on his lip to stop the urge to grab onto your hips. It was so hard not to touch you. Your breasts were right there, just waiting to be groped and instead he had to hold onto the sheets.

“I think your cock is just too big.” You mumbled, leaning in to kiss him. He hummed against your mouth, hand clenching on the sheets while you pulled back and met his eyes. You were so warm. So close it made him want to touch you more than anything.

However he wanted to win. Prove you wrong, and also he didn’t like giving you the win when you said things like “I get bragging rights” and you knew it, too. That’s why you said it. You wanted to lose, because after he made you cum that first time? You knew exactly what he was going to do. Slam you back on the bed and fuck you stupid, and that’s exactly what you wanted. What proved to you that he was all yours more than him letting you do this and then returning the favor?

Maybe cuddling and doing normal person things, sure, but this was pretty normal for you in all honesty.

He gave a soft sound when you started slowly moving on his cock. Iwaizumi groaned, wishing you would start moving faster and it made your lips curl up into a little smirk that he couldn’t help but huff at.

“Don’t look so proud.” You gave a little giggle, cupping his cheek in your hand and leaning in for a kiss.

“What do you mean?” You asked in a teasing tone. This feigned innocence you always gave him grated on his nerves when it came to how badly he just wanted you to pick the pace up on his cock. Other times he honestly thought you pretending to be innocent when you were messing with someone mockingly was pretty damn cute.

“I mean I want you to go faster, princess.” He groaned, easily going with you leaning his head back with your fingers, and giving a hum when you kissed his neck. You gave a little suck on that weak spot that always earned a little moan from him.

“Why don’t you ask nicely, hmm?” You nibbled on his skin, giving a little moan when you took more of him inside of you. You leaned up, pressing a little kiss to his jaw before whispering in his ear. “It’s not begging, it’s just being polite.” He gave a soft hum, flicking his tongue over his lips.

“I guess it isn’t.” He said softly, trying to remind himself how you felt under his hands. “Then baby please.” He started, watching your breasts slightly moving with your slow movements. “Fuck my cock, won’t you?” You gave a little smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can.” You did start moving a little bit faster, though not enough for him. He groaned, letting his head fall back in the annoyance he was feeling; you laughed, running your hand up through his hair and kissing him.

It was sloppy, and wet, and absentminded-- especially so when you started picking up the pace again, due to the fact that you were getting tired of the lack of movement as well. If you could only hold out as long as he could, but you just wanted to feel him.

You weren’t in the mood to tease him anymore. You just wanted to feel his dick ramming inside of you now. You did want him to lose (even if you also wanted to lose), because those bragging rights of “I won that game we played” was something you wanted to say so badly, but you knew at this point he wasn’t going to just give up.

He made it this far after all, right?

Iwaizumi moaned into your mouth, his hands gripping so tightly on the sheets beside his legs that it hurt. He just wanted to fuck you stupid with his cock, but first he had to win. You moaned, breaking the kiss and pressing your forehead to his.

“God, you feel so good, Iwa.” You moaned softly, hands gripping onto his shoulders tighter under your hands. He gave a little grunt, looking at you while you rode him. Your breasts bounced just right, and he wished he had the ability to grab them right now. Squeeze them in his large hands and tease your nipples. He flicked his tongue out over his lips, leaning in and kissing your neck and as far down your chest as he could reach.

“Mmm, you’re so soft princess.” He mumbled; your skin felt so good beneath his slightly chapped lips as he kissed down your neck. He nibbled on your skin by your shoulder, listening to your soft moans.

He felt like he was gonna bust soon, but he could feel the way you clenched around his cock, and how wet you were. Your orgasm was nearing just as quickly as his was. Not to mention how you were starting to get a bit sloppy with your movements, yet still quicker and refusing to give into the urge to tell him that you forfeit.

You really just wanted to get fucked, but you also really wanted to win for those bragging rights. The desire was so strong, and you were trying your hardest to hold back the orgasm that was coming. You were feeling light headed, and just wanted to let him take charge. For him to take control like he always ended up doing and fuck your brains out.

Thinking about him moaning in your ear while he pounded you back into the mattress and held your hands down on the bed wasn’t helping you hold back from reaching your orgasm, but it was where your mind went and it wasn’t leaving.

Not leaving until it finally pushed you over the edge. You pressed your forehead against his, listening to his moaning as you clenched around his dick.

“Oh, fuck Iwa!” You squeezed your eyes shut, tightening your hands on his shoulders. “Fuck I’m gonna cum...” You mumbled, hoping he hadn’t heard it. It was instinctual to say that when you were close, he always loved hearing it-- but that was then and now there were stakes. If he knew you were going to cum soon, well... he might be able to hold off for just a few more minutes.

As if he wouldn’t have known your orgasm was coming. His dick was inside of you, feeling your tight, wet walls clenching around him. How could he have not known it was coming, but more importantly was he going to be able to hold back? Because he was honestly hanging on edge, the urge to hold onto your hips while you bounced on his dick so strong he had to focus on his own stubbornness to stop himself.

As Iwaizumi felt like he was going to fail, like he was gonna cum and lose before you reached your own orgasm, your fingers tightened in his hair and he felt it hit you-- and also felt it sliding down his cock as you struggled to keep an even pace.

“Oh, would you look at that.” The man underneath you sent you a cheeky grin, placing his hands onto your thighs when you slowed down and gently squeezing your skin under his hands. God, it felt so good to touch you again. “Looks like I win, hmm?” You rolled your eyes, but before you could come back with some snarky comment, he kissed you.

You kissed him back; he had a lot of nerve to be so cocky when he was just as close as you were, but he wasn’t the one to lose. He gently nibbled on your lower lip, hand sliding along your sides.

All of the sudden, Iwaizumi pulled you down with him, rolling you over quickly and giving a little smirk when you gave a soft sound in shock into his mouth.

“Alright, princess. You had your fun.” He started between kisses, his hand reaching up and groping your breast in it. “Now hold still for me. I’m gonna remind you just how much I fucking love you.”

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[ellewords]

it’s seven at night, linger is playing

... and iwaizumi hajime had just gotten engaged.

word count : 0.56k

now playing : linger by the cranberries

notes / warnings : timeskip!iwaizumi, alcohol consumption

holding a party made everything feel much more real, you’ve come to realize several hours into it. the lights are dimmed, the gentle notes of a string quartet enveloped the room — the song is familiar, the instrumental of a song you had heard a thousand times before, taking you back to nights lying on his bedroom floor. you mumble the lyrics under you breath, don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade. there’s a weight on your chest, the walls of tokyo’s most expensive restaurant closing in on you. shaking your head, you down the entire glass of champagne in in your hand. it does nothing to ease the single thought that plagued the back of your mind, it should’ve been you. 

iwaizumi hajime holds his fiancé close, a small smile on his face as he brushed a loose stand of hair behind her ear. there’s a sparkle in his eyes, highlighted by the crystal chandelier that hung in the center of the room. tables have been pushed to the side for a makeshift dance-floor, a small spotlight shining down on the happy couple as they shared a quiet laugh. iwaizumi must have stepped on her foot or something, he was never the best dancer, you think, the smallest of smiles gracing your face. but it falters just as quickly as it came.

“easy there, tiger,” oikawa mumbles, watching you grab another glass of champagne from the tray of one of the waiters, “leave some for the rest of us.”

“ha ha,” you roll your eyes, gently nudging his shoulder with yours, “why can’t you let me have this?”

“because it should have been you.” he whispers, not even letting a single beat pass after the question left your lips. his eyes are still trained on the couple, letting out a whistle as iwaizumi spun his partner around. “and it would have been you if you just accepted his proposal.”

“we were ten, oikawa. that wasn’t a serious proposal.”

a sigh escapes his lips, finally turning to look at you instead. never had you been more grateful that you had chosen to watch from the farthest corner of the room as oikawa’s next words would have certainly gotten the two of you some dirty looks, “you don’t know that, and besides at least then my best man speech would be about childhood friends to lovers rather than some californian fling.”

“don’t say that, she’s nice,” you frown, recalling the way she engulfed you in her arms the second she met you, exclaiming how excited she was to get to know one of iwaizumi’s closest friends. 

oikawa looks back at the couple, a barely noticeable pout on his lips, “but she’s not you.”

iwaizumi ends the dance with a dip and a kiss on his fiancé’s lips, the crowd’s applause drowning out the entire room. he makes his way to where you and oikawa stood, immediately pulling you into a hug when he’s a couple of feet away, “thank you for coming.”

he pulls away slowly, or maybe time had chosen to stop only for you; iwaizumi’s fingertips run along your arms, making their way to your hands, before eventually falling down to his sides. he offers you a smile, the kind that reached his eyes and made your head spin. it hits you, how in deep you were.

“anything for you, iwa.”

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[miyaagis]

stress relief

you have devoted your entire existence to him, working so hard to be the partner he deserves. which is why you don't understand why he suddenly wants more and with someone else.

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader | oikawa t. / iwaizumi h.

+ word c. 935

+ warnings. manipulation, cheating, tiniest bit of smut, obsessive behavior, mean iwa-chan :c

your relationship with oikawa is one of the things you treasure the most.

ever since you met him, you have strived to be a good woman so you could be worthy of being on the receiving end of his love. and when he finally noticed you, asking you out on a date under the cherry blossom outside your college, you knew you had to work even harder.

in your eyes, he’s such a good man, always there for his friends and family. he treats you like his princess—as long as you promise to devote yourself to him in return. but you don’t mind, quite the opposite, since you’re more than happy to dedicate yourself to the man you love if it means scoring the spot of his future wife and mother of his children.

sadly, when he starts showing up with love bites and becomes colder, you know he has found someone else. he doesn’t even bother hiding the purple marks, making your head fill with disturbing thoughts and past insecurities blooming back into your life.

but all those intrusive thoughts come to a stop as soon as he proposes.

it’s as if you’re back into the honeymoon phase. oikawa constantly brings you flowers and showers you with his love, taking you out on cute dates only to fuck you silly at night; praises falling from his lips as you cry out in pleasure at how good your fiancé’s cock feels inside your fluttering walls.

“i can’t wait to marry you,” his hands cup your cheeks, his lips placing small kisses all over your face.

the love radiating out of him makes you dizzy, a constant high that has you seeing the world in pink.

it all comes crashing down when you get home one night —a bag of his favorite takeout in your hands— only to find him balls deep in his best friend's ass.

iwaizumi hajime had never felt so satisfied in his entire life.

your tearful eyes and shocked look instantly make iwaizumi groan even louder, feeling pleasure at both oikawa’s cock inside of him and your evident heartbreak.

“shit– go away!” oikawa pants through ragged breaths, his thrusts stilling for a bit as he waits for you to leave, “stay in the living room.”

and that’s what you do. you wait patiently, praying for it all to be a nightmare while your fiancé finishes fucking another man in your bedroom.

when iwaizumi walks past you as he makes his way out, he pats the top of your head twice and chuckles at the state you’re in. he never understood what oikawa saw in you. maybe it's the way he has had you wrapped around his finger since day one, allowing him to do with you as he pleases. but many other girls would've let him do the same to them. he honestly has no idea, but now that you know about their little secret, he’s filled with a sense of satisfaction.

“princess?”

oikawa’s voice is the catalyst of your breakdown, making your sobs break through your body and sending you into pure agony. tears pour out of your eyes as an oppressive pain places itself on your chest and threatens to cut out your source of air.

“no, no, baby,” he rushes to your side, watching you weep out of heartbreak, “will you let me explain, please?”

his fingers rub circles on your thighs in a comforting way, waiting for you to uncover your face and look at him. but when you refuse to do so, he starts talking again.

“work has had me so stressed, the last thing i wanted was to take it out on you,” the hint of distress and sadness in his tone sends another jolt of pain to your heart. you had no idea he had been feeling this way, “it’s good to blow off some steam every once in a while, you know?”

it takes you a few minutes, but it all starts to make sense. he has always been so good to you, so caring and attentive, and all this time he has been looking out for you. but still, you don’t comprehend why it has to be him.

“iwa-chan is so kind, isn’t he?”

“i could help too,” you finally say, your voice sounding so small that it makes oikawa frown—he hates to see you so sad, “you can... you can use me instead of him.”

“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you onto his lap, “you have nothing to worry about. remember that soon, before god and our families, you’ll be my wife.” 

he wipes your tears away with his thumb as he beams at you, his radiant smile covering you like a warm blanket. reassurance, that’s all you need.

“you promise?”

“pinky promise.”

and he holds onto his word. six months later you’re happily married, officially becoming oikawa tooru’s wife.

it comes with a high price, though.

you have to put up with coming home to the sounds of your husband’s and his best friend’s moans echoing all over your home, and then the latter staying for dinner. you have to ignore how he blatantly smiles at your husband or rests his hand on his thigh, acting as if you weren’t right in front of them.

that’s if you’re lucky because, sometimes, he stays over at iwaizumi’s for days and only returns for a change of clothes.

but you’re a good wife and it’s only fair you let him distract himself from his demanding job. if only he used your body instead of another man’s.

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[itsdanii]

hii can i request iwa and atsumu getting in a fight w their s/o and they bring up their s/o’s insecurities but make up later on ?

i hope that makes sense 😩😩

Hi, bub. Thank you so much for requesting! I was only able to do Iwaizumi's part because I'm still having a hangover on how I characterized Atsumu from my last fic which was about f!ckboy!Atsumu. As of the moment, I don't think I can write something yet about him making the reader feel bad ♥️ I hope you can respect my decision. Not sure if I got the request right but I do hope you like this one though! Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! 😚

Below the belt

genre: angst to fluff, comfort

warning/s: insecurities, rude behavior (resolved), cursing, emotional breakdown

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. timeskip!iwaizumi hajime

it was just simple argument, until he brought up something he shouldn't have.

"Haji, I think you should take a rest," you said as you closed the lid of your laptop with a sigh. Placing it on your bedside table, you stood up and made your way to your fiance's desk, hugging him from the back and resting your chin on his shoulder to peer down at the several profiles of players he was currently working on. "Don't you think you're overworking yourself?"

With a grunt, Iwaizumi tried to shrug you off his shoulder, mumbling a small "Get off" when you didn't let go.

"Come to bed, please?" you said calmly despite the urge of raising your tone at how displeased you were at his behavior.

But instead of answering you properly, Iwaizumi clicked his tongue without even bothering to look at you. "As if you're going to earn money for the both of us if I don't work my ass off," Iwaizumi said as he kept on writing.

You immediately felt your blood boil at his words. Forcefully, you shut the monitor of his laptop and took the pen he was holding, making a smudge on the paper when he tried taking it back. "What did you say? Why don't you try saying it on my face instead of murmuring it to yourself as if your fiancé/e's not talking to you?" you snapped, one hand making its way to your hip as you slightly backed away when Iwaizumi stood up.

"God, y/n, why do you have to be so irritating today? Can't you see I'm working? If I take even just a small break, do you even know what would happen? Of course, you don't, because all you do is just sit here at home doing nothing but watch me work all day to pay our bills and make your life comfortable," Iwaizumi snapped back, the tone of his voice raising up as he glared down at you.

And instead of cowering in fear, you stood your ground and glared back at him, knowing that no matter how far this argument would go, Iwaizumi will never lay a hand on you. "So, what are you trying to imply? That I'm just burden you're carrying with you? Well, I'm sorry to say this, Hajime, but you proposed to me. It's a shared responsibility to make both our lives comfortable. I'm trying my best, aren't I? Can't you just wait a little bit until I find a stable job? You don't have the right to act all high and mighty just because you're the one who's providing us money."

"You're doing your best?" Iwaizumi asked with a humorless laugh. "Then why is it that you still haven't got accepted for that job you were applying to, hm? Admit it, it's because you're not good enough."

The moment those words slipped out of his lips, you immediately felt a tear sliding down your cheek. The sudden feeling of insecurity and self doubt enveloped your whole being, your lips trembling as you tried to hold back your sobs from breaking free. "D-do you really mean that?" you whispered in defeat.

"Shit... Y/n, I-"

"You're supposed to lift me up, Haji, but instead of supporting me and cheering me on, you reminded me of what I was lacking," you said in between sobs, "I just wanted you to take a rest because you've been so worn-out lately and I'm getting worried. Is it so bad for me to do that for you?"

As soon as you felt yourself getting swarmed by your emotions, Iwaizumi was quick to embrace you in his arms. Gently, he scooped you up and carried you to the bed, placing you down on his lap as he sat down with his back resting against the head board.

"I'm sorry," he whispered repeatedly, eyes guiltily looking down at you as he continued to rub your back soothingly.

For a moment, the both of you stayed in that position. He never stopped murmuring apologies to your ear, and you knew that he was waiting for you to calm down first before coming up with an explanation.

In fact, it was the same for all the arguments you've encountered throughout your relationship. Everytime something would go wrong, you'd always wait for the other to calm down before addressing the issue.

Once your sobs settled into mere sniffles, Iwaizumi wiped your cheeks with his thumb, an apologetic expression plastered on his face as he did so. "I didn't intend to make you feel insecure. I'm sorry. I guess I was just too caught up with the heat of the moment and the stress brought by my work that I ended up spouting words that are already below the belt."

"That's still not an excuse for you to say such things to me though," you muttered while looking at him sharply.

"I know," Iwaizumi simply answered with a sigh, "I shouldn't have lost control that easily. I'm really sorry, love. You're good enough, okay? I.. I know I said the opposite and I regret that. You're the most amazing and hardworking person I know. I shouldn't have invalidated your efforts."

Looking at your lap, you swallowed thickly once you felt another batch of tears coming up. "I was really hurt when you said that I wasn't good enough. Maybe it was because you were the last person I expected to say those words to me. You keep me going, Haji. Everyday, you inspire me to do better and then you just..."

"Hey, love, look at me, please, " Iwaizumi said out of panic. Cupping your face in his hands, he guided you to look at him while caressing your cheeks. "I love you, okay? I didn't mean the words I said. I'm proud of you, and I'll always be here to support you and celebrate all your achievements in the future. Always remember that."

Nodding your head, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face on the side of his neck. "Never do that again, okay?" you murmured against his skin.

"Never again."

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[ignisaeri]

It was dark when Oikawa blinked open his eyes, feeling as if a hundred tons of weight had suddenly dropped upon his chest. His head throbbed, sending pounding rhythms of pain reverberating through his skull.

Iwaizumi, he thought.

Instinctively, he twisted his head to the right, ignoring the sharp pain that tore up his neck, trying to see past the twisted metal and broken glass that now separated him from Iwaizumi.

“Iwa-chan?” He croaked out loud.

Oikawa dragged his left arm upwards and pushed it underneath him, trying to shove himself upwards in order to catch a better look. He stopped when the weight on his chest only increased, the sudden change aggravating something in his sternum and sending a ragged cough tearing through his body.

Oikawa’s arm gave out as his head dropped down, the coughs subsiding slowly. Blood pooled in his mouth, and he turned his head to the side, spitting it out. It spattered in dense drops against a large piece of the shattered windshield.

“Iwaizumi,” he called out again, remembering the look of terror that had eclipsed the other man’s face seconds before the trunk had slammed into their car.

Nothing answered him.

The car had completely flipped. Oikawa struggled, left arm pushing uselessly against the large piece of metal that was pinning him flat on the ground. His back scraped against cracked pieces of glass, and he could feel some of the larger shards digging into his flesh as he tried to move the metal off his chest. To his left, the car door seemed to be torn off, and Oikawa shivered as the cool night air brushed against his bruised skin. His right arm was completely unresponsive, lying limply next to him. Pain shot through his legs as he moved them weakly, kicking against the contorted interior of the car, and his sternum was a ball of pure agony.

“Iwa-chan!” He hissed, becoming increasingly desperate. “Answer me!”

“Oikawa.”

The voice came from outside the car, through the opening where the car door had been. A pair of shoes appeared in Oikawa’s view, followed by a set of legs.

Iwaizumi bent down so he could stare into the car, face impassive. “Shittykawa, don’t move.”

Oikawa let his arm drop, instead craning his neck so he could see Iwaizumi’s face better. “You’re okay,” he breathed, acutely aware of how the other man’s skin was pale and unblemished, as if he hadn’t just been driving a car that was hit by a truck. “You got out?”

Iwaizumi paused. “Yea. Yes, Oikawa, I did.”

His head was fuzzy, making Iwaizumi’s words sound distorted and warped. He blinked a couple times, trying to clear the distracting feeling. His eyelids slid shut, too tired to stay open.

“Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi’s tone had changed, sounding desperate and terrified. “Open your damn eyes.”

Oikawa grimaced, forcing them open anyway. The simple task seemed far too tedious.

“That’s it,” Iwaizumi breathed. “Keep them open, okay?”

“Why,” Oikawa grumbled, his breath coming short. “Not like there’s anything to see anyway.”

Iwaizumi’s smile was strained as he knelt closer, a hand coming to hover over Oikawa’s. “What? You don’t want to see me? You’re always boasting about how beautiful your fiancé is.”

He seemed to take a deep breath before letting his hand fall, fingers curling around Oikawa’s.

“You are pretty,” Oikawa rasped. “I’m just tired.”

“I know,” Iwaizumi said. His head dipped up and out of sight before coming back into Oikawa’s view, eyebrows furrowed in obvious fear and frustration. “Where are they?” He murmured softly.

“What?” Oikawa asked, unsure if his exhausted brain had just hallucinated his fiancé saying a full sentence.

Iwaizumi shook his head. “Nothing. Seriously, Oikawa, you can’t go to sleep. Not yet.”

“You say that every morning,” Oikawa mumbled.

“Because you never get up. You sleep until you’re nearly late for work, with your stupid alien pajamas and stupid stuffed toys.” Iwaizumi stopped, huffing out a quiet chuckle.

“I love you so much,” he said, lacing his fingers in between Oikawa’s. Oikawa frowned. Iwaizumi’s touch was feather-light, like soft wind ruffling the leaves in an abandoned cemetery. Were Oikawa’s nerves that messed up?

“Wha’ about- the driver? Truck?” Oikawa asked, gradually becoming aware that his words were making less and less sense. “Is he-?”

“I think he’s dead,” Iwaizumi supplied. “He hit us pretty hard.”

“H’ was on his phone. I, I saw.”

“Trust you to notice something like that in the middle of a crash.”

“I’m ob’er’van,” Oikawa slurred. The pounding in his head had gotten worse, and there was an uncomfortable lump trying to slide its way up his throat. He swallowed, pushing it back down. “One o’ my best' trai’s.”

Iwaizumi hummed distractedly, eyes tracing worried circles over Oikawa’s face. “It sure is,” he said.

Oikawa glowered. “Is ‘verything, okay? You… nev’r agree with me.”

That seemed to give Iwaizumi a pause. “It’s fine, Shittykawa. Trust me.”

“I tr’st you,” Oikawa said, watching the dark spots dance farther across his vision. The pain in his chest and legs had mostly faded away into a dull ache. A sudden thought occurred to him.

“Iwa-chan, ‘m I dy’ing?”

“No,” Iwaizumi said firmly. “Absolutely not. You have to live, Oikawa. Think of your parents, and Makki and Mattsun. Takeru. Kageyama and Hinata would be destroyed too."

“And you?”

“I’d be devastated,” Iwaizumi said, staring down at him.

A lazy smile spread across Oikawa’s face. “Good th’ng I’m not dy’ing th’n.”

He coughed, the lump in his throat finally winning the battle and sliding into his mouth, turning into a pool of blood that dripped from the corners of his mouth. Each cough wracked his body, sending new jars of pain through his chest and legs.

Oikawa’s eyes floated shut again, and he let them, too tired to care. His hearing started to blur out, static drowning out the panicky tones of Iwaizumi’s voice.

He jolted back into existence at the feel of an absolutely freezing hand smacking against his cheek.

“Stay awake,” Iwaizumi growled.

Oikawa groaned. “Wh’y ar’e you so cold?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Iwaizumi retorted hotly. “You can’t sleep yet.”

“M’kay. Not yet. You’re so’ nice t’day, Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, but before he could make a sound, his head snapped upwards. New sounds filled the air - not Oikawa’s ragged breathing or Iwaizumi’s rapid shuffling, but loud, wailing sirens accompanied by harried shouts and flashing lights. Oikawa grimaced. Too loud and too bright.

“They’re here,” Iwaizumi breathed. “You’ll be okay, Shittykawa.” He was grinning, and not the sly ones he saved for when he hassled Oikawa, but a real, genuine one that Oikawa had only seen a dozen times throughout his life.

“Love y’ou,” Oikawa said around a mouthful of blood.

“I love you too,” Iwaizumi replied. He dipped down, pressing a soft kiss to Oikawa’s forehead. “Live a good life for me, alright?”

“F’or you?” Oikawa asked feebly. One of his hands reached upwards, trying to catch the hem of Iwaizumi’s shirt as the man pulled himself to his feet. “W’here y’ou goi’ng?”

“It’ll be okay,” Iwaizumi said. He smiled that genuine smile again. “I love you, Oikawa.”

And then the strange men and women were here, surrounding Oikawa. They yelled at each other, bringing long tubes and strange metal contraptions that wrapped around the gnarled car. But Oikawa only had eyes for Iwaizumi’s retreating form. Then he blinked, and Iwaizumi was gone.

The exhaustion became too much to bear, and the dark spots that had been slowly sliding into his view flared up, enfolding his whole world into black.

~~~~

“I think he’s waking up,” a familiar voice whispered, strangely subdued.

“I’ll get the doctor,” a second person said. There was the sound of rustling fabric and scraping chairs, and then more silence.

Oikawa groaned, eyelids sliding open. His blurry vision showed a drab ceiling, a dark mass sitting in the center of his line of sight.

He blinked, and the shape sharpened into the face of a man.

“Oikawa?” Hanamaki asked, leaning cautiously over his head. His eyes were red, the areas underneath puffy and maroon colored, as if his friend hadn’t slept properly for days. The corner of his mouth wobbled slightly.

Oikawa struggled upwards, startling when Hanamaki set a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. “Stay still,” he said, looking insanely worried. “Don’t rip anything out.”

It was then that Oikawa noticed the clear tubes that disappeared into his arms, attached to beeping machines that surrounded the white sheeted-hospital bed. Hospital. He was in the hospital.

Oikawa coughed once. “What happened?”

His voice was raspy, the simple act of talking making his throat hurt.

“It’ll be okay,” Hanamaki said, his tone reminding Oikawa of a very different scene, of Iwaizumi repeating the same words before disappearing into the swarm of paramedics.

Iwaizumi.

Oikawa tore the top of the sheets away from his body with the arm that wasn’t in a cast, forcing Hanamaki to grasp his shoulders in order to press him back to the bed.

“Don’t move,” Hanamaki said again, teeth clenched.

“Iwaizuimi,” Oikawa said, struggling against his friend’s grip. “We- we were in the car - the truck - where’s Iwaizumi?”

Hanamaki wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Matsukawa’s coming back soon, with the doctor, and your parents are in the cafeteria.”

“Makki,” Oikawa hissed, ignoring the dull ache in his muscles as he tried to sit up. “Tell me.”

The door to the hospital room burst open again. A tall, thin woman walked through briskly, dressed in a long white coat, spectacles perched upon the tip of her nose and sleek shiny hair pulled back into a ponytail. Dark circles were ingrained underneath her eyes, clear signs of a shift that had gone on for too long. Matsukawa trailed after, clearly unsure of what he should be doing, gaze darting lightly over the room.

“Oikawa Tooru,” the doctor said, glancing at the clipboard she held in her hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” Oikawa replied. “But Iwa-ch-”

“You were brought in for injuries sustained in a car accident,” she interrupted. “Five broken ribs, internal bleeding to your abdomen, a fractured arm and leg, as well as a concussion. Now, Oikawa-san, I hear you’re a volleyball player. You may be able to play again, after extensive physical therapy. The fracture in your legs will heal without incident, but I am concerned that your broken arm will interfere with your ability to play.”

The thought of not being able to play volleyball was like a physical blow to his stomach. This panic, however, was quickly swamped over with a rush of trepidation as the doctor spoke again.

“The man in the car with you passed away.”

Oikawa blinked.

“What?”

Matsukawa lowered himself into one of the chairs next to Oikawa’s bed. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

“Iwaizumi’s dead, Oikawa.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor offered softly. “If it’s any consolation, he died on impact. He felt no pain.”

Oikawa stared blankly at her. “He can’t be dead,” he insisted, voice gaining traction. “I saw him after-he was fine-”

“You were most likely experiencing the effects of blood loss,” the doctor said, gently.

“No!” Oikawa shook his head, adamant. “You don’t understand! I saw him after- he wasn’t hurt at all-he kept telling me to hold on and stay awake-I-”

He choked on the sudden onslaught of tears that rose up his throat, bracing his hands against the bed. “I saw him. Dead people can’t look like that-they can’t talk-they can’t smile-,” he whispered, remembering the grin on Iwaizumi’s face.

The doctor looked at Hanamaki and Matsukawa helplessly. “I’m truly sorry, Oikawa-san. Denial is common for-”

“There’s nothing to deny!” Oikawa snapped, suddenly furious. “There’s nothing to deny, because Iwa-chan can’t be dead-”

Hanamaki slid a comforting hand over the back of Oikawa’s palm, and Oikawa sobbed. “He was there,” he murmured, voice wavering.

“I know,” Matsukawa said, forcing a strained smile onto his face, even as clear tears left tracks down his cheeks. “It’ll be alright, Oikawa. ‘Maki and I are here for you.”

Oikawa met Matsukawa's eyes. They were dewy, the anguish of losing a friend clear to see.

“He told me to live for him.”

~~~~

Oikawa breathed in, long and deep, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of spring flowers. He stood in the center of the green grass, surrounded on all sides by tall stone pedestals.

He let his fingers loosen, a single white lily drooping from his grasp to land on the top of one of the pedestals. Oikawa knelt slowly, folding his knees under him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, the words engraved in the stone said. 20xx ~ 20xx.

Oikawa cleared his throat. “Hey, Iwa-chan. It’s your birthday today, you know?”

The grave did not respond. Oikawa was silent, listening to the leaves rustling in the wind, accompanied by the chirps of lonesome birds sitting in the newly blossoming trees.

“I talked with your mother this morning. She’s doing well, as is your father.”

Oikawa chuckled, absentmindedly pulling at the cuff of his shirt.

“Hanamaki and Matsukawa finally got married. They’ve been pining after each other since 6th year.”

Oikawa sighed. “I never told anyone this, but I know you were there that night. I don’t know how, if you somehow managed to stay as a- a ghost or something until the paramedics came or if you just refused to die like the stubborn person you were, but I know I didn’t hallucinate you.”

“You were there,” he repeated. “Somehow, you saved me. I never got to thank you for that.”

“I miss you,” he told the headstone. “But don’t worry. I’m still playing volleyball. Japan won the Olympics this year. Chibi-chan and Tobio-kun annoy me everyday. ‘Maki and ‘Matsu invite me over every Sunday for a movie night. I’m doing well.”

He pressed two fingers to his lips, then lowered them until they rested gently against Iwaizumi’s carved name.

“Fear not, Iwa-chan,” he said, smiling as obnoxiously as he could.

“I’ll live for you.”

~~~~

“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

#iwaizumi x oikawa #iwaoi #iwaizumi #oikawa #ficlet #fic #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #ao3 #fic recs #my fic #i crave validation #and spite #half the things i do are out of spite #angst

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Being Seijoh‘s queer manager - Headcanons

Ship: Platonic!Oikawa x Platonic!Reader / Platonic!Iwaizumi x Platonic!Reader / Platonic!Hanamaki x Platonic!Reader / Platonic!Matsukawa x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: actually none. It’s just fluff and maybe the 3rd years flipping of some mean people

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A/n: I recently can’t stop thinking about headcanons to that, so enjoy I guess🕳🚶

Coming out to them

Oikawa Tooru

Okay listen

Oikawa pays SO MUCH attention to his friends

Like, if you’re looking at a person longer than u look at other people, this mf will notice that right then and there

Don’t worry, he wont just point that out

Maybe he‘ll drop some dumb comments like the dumb clown he is, but he wont spill anything

Oikawa is going to be more observing

One day you just hang out with him

and this shithead has a fucking plan

I do not kid you when I‘m telling u he has a whole maSTERPLAN??😀

both of you are on your own phone, you scrolling though Instagram liking memes about ur closeted sexuality and laughing inside, I see you

Then Oikawa plays on purpose one song

„Me and your girlfriend playin' dress up at my house..“

You immediately freeze

🎶👹Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious👹🎶

You literally try so hard to sent a gaze on Oikawas phone without him noticing

LMFAO NOT U FAILING

Anyways

You see in the upper corner of your eye how Oikawa is grinning SO BOLD AT YOU BYE

Brb, just getting a tomato to complain it to your face❤️

Tbh, he wasn’t even sure till you turned red like there ain’t no other choice

You just acted obvious as fU-

Oikawa will deadass laugh at your confused face, but then hug you

„Why didn’t you say anything? I could‘ve get you a significant other so much earlier???“

Slap him pls

After you tell him that you just felt really anxious or something like that, Oikawa will hug you again

He will tell you that he loves you no matter what and that he‘s sure the team will too

Oikawa will absolutely get you like a pride flag to surprise you

He‘s so proud of you and happy you told him🥺

Oikawa will literally look in public out for a partner for u 💀

Put a leash on that piece of crap, or I will

If you’re part of the asexual spectrum, Oikawa will make sure no one is making you uncomfortable and to know your boundaries about jokes, touching, etc.

Will text u things like

„Y/N PLEASE DON‘T TELL ME U DATE THEM?? IS U BLIIIIIIND?????!“

Hit him

„If you have to reject this dipshit one more time, I‘ll let Iwaizumi and Kyiotani go WiLD😐“

Love him

„If you wont make a move on them, I will🤨“

Throw him off a bridge

Oikawa is always going to be there for you, ready to let his fangirls flip off everyone who just looks the wrong way at you

He just loves you and wants u to be happy🥺

HE‘S STILL RUDE ASHSDJDN

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwa isn’t suspecting anything

Sure, he cares about you, but he doesn’t care about which gender u love

He doesent think that is any of his business, he just wants u to be happy and treaten well and taken care of

Pls I love him

since Iwaizumi wont suspect anything, you’ll have to make the first move into this conversation.

So when you and Iwa walk home after practice it seems like the perfect time

You don’t know how to start, so you sorta just blurt that shit out

„Iwaizumi?“

„What‘s up?“

„I‘m ____“

„Okay.“

Your legs stop moving

You look at him like 👁👄👁

he be having the audacity to stop walking and ask you what’s wrong

„Did you understand what I just said?“

„Yeah, why?“

Y/n.exe stopped working

„WHY DO YOU JUST SAY „OKAY“ LIKE A FOOL?!“

„EXCUSE ME?“

Iwaizumi.exe crashed too

„What else am I supposed to say?! You’re my friend, I don’t care which gender you having sex with!“

He ain’t good with words I‘m sorry🧑‍🦯

Will ruffle you’re hair and tell you not to worry, he can beat up any gender😩👌

I actually don’t think he‘d ask you questions. He doesen’t want to make you uncomfortable and just googles about it if there’s anything he doesen’t understand. Iwaizumi is actually pretty invested and wants to learn about your sexuality since one of his closest friends just came out to him.

If anyone is being rude to you, Iwaizumi will pop off

If he’s shopping or smth like that and sees something with pride colors / your flag colors, he will buy that and give it to you

Definitely ready to beat up anyone who tries to insult you because of your sexuality

Radiates big protective dad energy and wants to meet your partner before y’all go out

Iwa just wants you to stay safe

10/10 would recommend marriage 💯

Hanamaki Takahiro

„Are you gay?“

You look pale into his face

„whAT?!“

LMFAO I‘D BE CONFUSED TOO

„Is that a yes?“

„MAKKI!“

I don‘t even know why, but he would definitely know

Not your sexuality EXACTLY, but he knows you ain’t straight

Makki also uses that as an explanation and tells you you didn’t looked hetero from the start

Excuse you-

He‘s just a natural i guess

You tell him then what your actual sexuality is and Hanamaki is so chill about it

Will smile at you and tell you that he‘s proud of you and maybe apologizing for blurting that shit out of the blue

If someone is making you uncomfortable in anyway, Hanamaki will hunt them down to make them apologize

he will sent you some lgbtq+ memes and capture it with „That reminds me of u“

Matsukawa Issei

Hear me out

He makes jokes often

and since you (as seijohs manager) hang out with them often, both of you joke often

like y’all have some insiders, you give joking answers to his jokes

so when you and Mattsun went out to get drinks, he was joking as usual

„He/she’d be a great fiancé. dont you think?“

U look in the direction he’s pointing and see a friend group who’s chatting

„Naaah. His/her friend looks hotter“

u actually said that without thinking and as soon as you realize u started to blush and look to him

Matsukawa still looks into that direction.

„you’re right, they got that dumptruck“ BYE

„Matsukawa Issei, I knew youre an ass dude!“

pls y’all are so casual

after that he asks you if you meant that and really are interested in this gender

„wait that’s ___, right?“

you nod a bit surprised because you didn’t expect him to know the name of your sexuality

WOULD SENT YOU MEMES TOO AND ASK PEOPLE OUT FOR YOU BYE

Matsukawa looks intimidating like Iwaizumi, but he‘d joke around with your date tbh

but if they’re being shitty to you, Matsukawa won’t hesitate to sent them to hell

as long as they won’t hurt you physically, he will make so mean jokes, always pick a fight with them and is SO sarcastic towards them💀

mattsun also made you a playlist with like pride songs

Going to a Pride parade with them!!

OIKAWA IS SO EXCITED JABSNFBXB

He will absolutely wear a pride flag and be SO proud

he‘ll tries to make some friends for you so you have some people who‘re like you

hes a dumbass, sorry<\3

when you ask Iwaizumi to come with you and the team, he will firstly act annoyed and like he doesen’t want to go but Oikawa drags him anyway dw

if there’s like rainbow ice he will buy it for you what a sugar daddy

Iwaizumi will act annoyed and bored for most of the time, but as soon as you look two seconds away from him and turn back around, this men has rainbow flags on both of his cheeks🥺

someone also gave him a small pride flag and he’s swinging it since then the entire time GOD I‘M SO DOWN FOR SOFT IWAIZUMI PLEASE

some guys talked to him because they thought he’s 💅🏻 and hot and Oikawa let out a scream BAHAHA

Iwa explained himself so politely tho<3

Hanamaki found SO MANY FRIENDS GOODBYE

ofc he and matsukawa bought this thing with what you can draw those rainbow flags on your cheeks and they put it on Oikawas, yours, Iwaizumis and their own face

actually they have now rainbowflags all over their body because they think they look cool🧚‍♀️

and they will protect you from creeps <3

remember when I said Mattsun made a playlist for you? Oikawa‘s blasting that shit and dancing to it ofc he danced with you duh

after that day, Hanamaki changed y’all’s gc name to „y/n‘s protection squad“

#seijoh #haikyuu x reader #seijoh x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu headcanons #aoba josai headcanons #queer pride