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The Hand That Feeds

Commission for the lovely @tink2kagome I hope you like it bby! <;33 Oikawa Tooru x female reader x Iwaizumi Hajime w.c 5.3k tw: a/b/o, non/extreme dub-con, smut, murder/minor character death, human trafficking, blood, yandere vibes

Measured footsteps echo across the concrete floor of the old, decommissioned factory. Iwaizumi Hajime, features set in a scowl, eyes the line of men forced to their knees before him.

Five in total; thin, filthy, their faces bruised and bloodied courtesy of the soldiers standing at their backs, the last alone dares to meet his eye. Iwaizumi figures him for the leader, the oldest of the bunch by at least a decade.

Walking forward, he comes to a stop before him and drops into a low crouch.

The acrid stench of Beta fear permeates the air, blocking out almost all else. Yet the man doesn’t break the stare, even as his hands begin to tremble.

“I’ll ask only once,” Iwaizumi says, his voice cold and clipped. Impatient. “Where’s the Omega?”

The man swallows. Licks his lips nervously. “Gone. We lost her during the transport, she escaped. Didn’t– she didn’t understand that we were trying to help her.”

Iwa sighs, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

He doesn’t have time for this. In a single, ruthless motion, he whips his gun from its holster by his thigh and pulls the trigger.

The Beta, a bullet between his eyes, slumps to the floor – dead before he hits the ground.

He turns his attention to the next in line, quaking now as Iwaizumi steps in front of him and firmly digs the barrel of his gun against his forehead. “That Omega’s at least six hours into heat. She isn’t running anywhere.”

And true to his word, Iwa doesn’t ask again.

“She’s long go–”

Another ringing shot. Another dead body – blood and brain matter splattered across the concrete floor and the unflinching soldier stood behind him.

He has his orders from above; capture and retrieval first and foremost, but they’ll want captives to interrogate and make an example of. This wasn’t a simple snatch and grab, the plan too sophisticated, too many working parts to be solely the efforts of these five. Other Omegas are at risk, and the Commission cannot allow that.

Iwaizumi has his orders, yes.

He also has his priorities.

The third does not sob when the muzzle of Iwa’s gun turns on him. Staring resolutely at the dusty floor, his shoulders rise and fall with a resigned sense of finality. “We’re dead men anyway.”

Under other circumstances, Iwa might be tempted to find the defiance in the face of death almost admirable. As it stands, though–

He lowers his pistol, fires it again. This time, the shot ripping through the Beta’s thigh rather than his head.

He screams, howling in agony as the bullet hits bone, and it’s purely due to the soldier seizing him by the shoulders that he’s kept upright at all.

“Stop! Please–”

The cry doesn’t come from the injured Beta. Iwa’s head snaps to see the last in the line stumbling to his feet, flinching when the soldiers instinctively turn, guns trained on the perceived threat. Only by the fingers he lifts do they stay their hands.

“They’re lying. I’ll… I’ll take you to her if you promise you won’t kill them,” he stutters, shaking off the hand that desperately tries to pull him back down. “No more killing, please.”

He’s short, no older than nineteen or so, his frame lithe in a way that borders on soft, and it takes a minute for Iwa to notice that the scent that surrounds him isn’t quite right.

Not a Beta, as he’d first assumed. An Omega on scent blockers. His eyes narrow, but he agrees with a short jerk of his chin, following with two of his men as the teen leads them down into the maze-like complex.

Groups like these operate under the assumption that they’re helping the Omegas they steal. That a life in fucking squallor, hungry and fighting for scraps, defenceless against any Alpha who might look their way is better than being trapped under the Commission’s thumb.

They think themselves white knights. Liberators.

That hypocrisy begins to fall apart the moment they stop in front of a locked, windowless room.

“I-I don’t have the key, I’m sorry,” the kid mutters, eyes flickering between Iwa and the soldiers, looking half terrified that they’ll lash out and hurt him over the revelation. “The others hid it when they knew you were closing in.”

Iwaizumi’s patience runs thin.

“Move,” he growls, barely pausing long enough for one of his men to tug the nervous Omega out of the way before using his full bodyweight to kick at the door. The metal groans loudly in response. Gritting his teeth, the vein in his temple jumping, Iwaizumi kicks out a second time.

This time, the lock splinters, the door ripping from its hinges under the force of the blow. The very moment the door gives way, he’s hit by the smell of an Omega in heat. Simmering and heady, sweet and so fucking tempting, it washes over him in a heavenly wave that’d drive lesser Alphas to their knees.

His pupils dilate, heart spiking as the mouthwatering aroma curls around his throat like a noose, overwhelming his senses. Behind his lips, his teeth itch to sink into supple flesh, to mark. Claim.

Even his soldiers stiffen, the sharp intake of air behind him evidence that they’re not as unaffected as they’re trained to be.

Still, nothing can prepare him for the sight that awaits him when he finally crosses the threshold.

The room is barren save for an old, worn out mattress, a few blankets and an IV hooked up to your shivering, half clothed form. And it’s rage that he feels, pulsing hotly through his veins as your eyes struggle to open, a pained noise leaving your lips.

“It’s only a mild sedative, we– we had to, her heat–”

But Iwa’s beyond listening. Beyond caring. They’ve taken you. Touched you. Drugged you.

Dropping to a knee beside you, olive eyes are quick to assess your condition.

There’s an Omega’s heat and then there’s this.

Your skin’s pallid, sweat slicked, yet it burns beneath his fingertips when they brush along your neck to check your thready pulse. Drifting between consciousness, you whimper like a kicked puppy in shallow, trembling breaths – the noise ripping at the fraying threads of his self control.

“Take the Omega,” he snaps, tugging out the IV in your arm with as much gentleness as he can manage. “Kill the others.”

You flinch, crying out incoherently when he scoops you up, cradling you to his chest. That lovely, Omega scent wrapping around him like a cocoon. It calms the roaring beast that lurks in his blood somewhat, and Iwa cannot resist dropping his nose to the crown of your head and inhaling deeply, relishing in it.

Home, he thinks, clutching you tighter against him.

—

They talk about you as if you don’t exist.

Your behaviour, any outbursts. How many days it is until your next heat, that’s all they truly care about. Not you, and certainly not your happiness.

Physically speaking, you’re the healthiest you’ve ever been. Years have passed since the days of starving, of having to hide yourself like a stowaway and steal what you could in order to survive.

Your hands are no longer calloused and rough, nor your fingernails brittle. Your hair shines and bounces with movement. Even your skin carries a healthy glow.

Not for your own sake, of course. Nobody wants a sickly, underfed Omega.

Even with the scars of silvery bite marks on your neck, you still carry some use. Sure, the Commission can’t sell you off to the highest bidder to be mated, they won’t breed you, but the rights to an Omega – even for a few hours – is still a prize worth fighting for, and the Commission knows how to leverage that all too well.

The soldiers, the higher ups, anyone whose pockets run as deep as their generosity can earn the privilege of fucking an Omega in heat. Out of it, too.

There’s a new Doctor today, a tall, wiry man with glasses and dispassionate, hazel eyes. Bare as the day you were born, you stand stiff as a rod whilst he appraises you, making notes on his clipboard, occasionally telling you to turn this way or that.

In the years that you’ve been here, you’ve lost count of how many people have seen you naked, yet under his piercing, analytical gaze, your skin crawls. It’s an effort not to shrink away when he touches you, not to cover yourself with your arms to preserve what little dignity you have left.

When he notices the smattering of bruises along your throat, the corners of the Doctor’s lips twitch downwards, and he shoots your handler a raised eyebrow.

She shrugs, the back of her knuckle trailing slowly down your cheek, “The Captain was a touch overeager. He has been duly reprimanded.”

He hums, a short, dissatisfied noise, but makes no other comment. Bruises will heal, after all.

You’re not one of the prized ones anyway.

—

He’s been watching you for weeks now.

No doubt you think yourself quite the adept little thief, stealing away after the lights of the factory shut off and the last whistle blows. But you’re not as stealthy as you think, and Oikawa would know the scent of an Omega anywhere.

Knows yours now by heart, etched into his very being.

It becomes somewhat of a game between you two. Whatever he can spare, he’ll leave as a gift, lying in wait for you to crawl out from your secret hidey-hole and steal it away. Mostly it’s rations, sometimes some clothes or a spare blanket. Once, after he’d noticed you creeping around in bare feet mid-winter, a pair of socks.

(Threadbare and scratchy, but better than nothing, no?)

Not every night, even you’d get suspicious then, but enough that you keep cautiously coming back.

And if Alphas are hunters by nature, Omegas are most certainly prey. Watching you stay low, every footfall so carefully placed as you glance furtively around for your mysterious benefactor – or anyone else who might stumble across you – serves as an endless source of entertainment for the man.

You really are too cute when you think you’re being sneaky.

“She’s going to get caught,” Iwaizumi mutters beside him one night, having followed him up to the rafters.

The implication of his statement isn’t lost on the brunet. Omegas are rare enough as it is, Omegas running free from the Commission are practically unheard of. Did you slip from their grasp, he wonders, or run off before they ever had a chance to test you in the first place? How long have you been out here, fending for yourself?

“You know what she is,” he continues when Oikawa remains silent. “You keep encouraging her to come back like this and you know what’ll happen.”

Of course, Iwa might just be pissed because this time it was half of his rations he’d left for their lovely little Omega friend.

Oikawa glances towards him, mouth curling into a knowing smirk, “Would you rather we gave her nothing? You know what she is, Iwa,” he says, parroting his words back at him. “Are we supposed to turn our backs on a poor, defenceless, unmated Omega? Let her starve?”

The glower he receives is answer enough.

Satisfied, Oikawa returns to his vigil, following you with rapt attention as you spy the hidden food, your face brightening in a moment of sheer, unguarded relief. The rations are hardly more than bread, dried out protein and vegetables – a half portion at that – but you look at it as if it’s heaven on earth, taking a quick nibble of the bread before stuffing the remainder into the pockets of your coat. Oikawa’s coat once upon a time, before he’d left it for you to find.

Pride thrums through his veins, that baser part of himself preening at the sight. An Alpha’s job is to provide for his Omega, is it not?

“You can’t keep doing this,” Iwa grunts out eventually. “She’s going to get caught one way or the other, either by security, the floor managers, or some other Alpha sniffing after her.”

And there’s enough of an edge in his tone that Oikawa shoots him a curious look, only to find that his attention’s back to being wholly fixed upon you, darting for the exit now that your boon is safely stashed away.

“Oh?” he quirks an eyebrow, wicked delight tugging at his lips. “And what are you suggesting then?”

You might be light on your feet, nimble and quick, but you’re no match for two Alphas in their prime.

The deal they propose is simple enough; they’ll give you food, a warm place to sleep, supplies, and in return you won’t run. They won’t hurt you, won’t so much as touch you – at least, not in the way that you’re afraid of – but there’ll be no more night time raids. No more running around on your own.

They’ll keep you hidden from other Alphas and the Commission. Safe, so long as you stay put and do what they tell you.

And it’s so abundantly clear from the set of your jaw, the wariness in your eyes as they dart between the pair that you don’t trust either one of them.

Lucky for them, whether you trust them or not is irrelevant. You’re in no position to bite the hand that feeds.

—

The plan had always been to wait for your first heat.

Slowly work to build your trust, to show you that you’d find no better Alphas to take care of you. By the time it swung around, you’d either offer yourself to them willingly, or they’d wait until your heat truly took ahold of you, and you begged for their knots.

Iwaizumi could kid himself and say that it was for practicality’s sake. The other workers might not have noticed your scent before, the faint traces that lingered in the room after your nightly break-ins, but having an Omega in such close quarters is a different story.

Their clothes carry notes of warm honey and spice, it seeps from behind the locked door of their room. The others have noticed, their curiosity kept at bay only due to the two Alphas who guard you zealously.

Violently, in one case.

When your heat sets in, though, and that inviting scent of yours blossoms and spreads throughout the complex, he and Oikawa won’t have a choice but to fight off any who come seeking you out. And they will come, hungry and driven rabid with want. Desperate to sink their cocks into a warm, needy Omega.

And while the higher ups usually pay little attention to what they do beyond the hours they slave away on the factory floor, a brawl like that certainly wouldn’t go unnoticed. A claiming bite would keep anyone from separating you, even if you were discovered.

Mating you, claiming you before any of that happens is simply pragmatic, but it’d be a lie to say that was the sole reason behind their decision, or even the driving one.

It sings through his blood, the call of like to like.

There’s a reason Oikawa crawls into the bunk behind you after you’ve fallen asleep to hold you against him, why Iwaizumi himself cannot truly breathe easy until he has you in his sights, safe and sound and tucked away from anyone who’d try to take you from them.

You’re their Omega.

They planned to wait, to ease you into the bond as gently as they could, but the day the Commission comes looking for you that choice is taken out of their hands.

“She’s asleep,” Oikawa says, already taking his place on the bed beside you, carefully shifting you into his lap – gazing at you with such blatant adoration that Iwaizumi feels his chest tighten in response. “We’ll do it now. She’ll understand.”

You don’t, and the Commission rips you from them regardless.

—

“If I may, sir?” the woman, whose name Oikawa’s already forgotten, interrupts his perusal of the contract.

From the crisp, knee length pencil skirt and matching jacket to the slicked back ponytail, there’s not so much as a hair out of place in her appearance. Pretty and bland, a carbon fucking copy of the women the Commission has employed at their various Omega compounds. Not Alpha enough to command any real respect, and lacking in the natural allure of an Omega, she’s merely a shadow of what the Commission can truly offer.

Oikawa smiles, a genial thing, and sets down his fountain tip pen, gesturing for her to continue. “Of course,” he replies, “speak your mind.”

The woman nods. Swallows, as she carefully mulls over how best to phrase her concern. “I don’t mean to overstep, or to question your… choice in the matter. It’s just that, well, you understand that the Omega you’ve selected has already been mated? She won’t be able to take another’s bite.”

He understands her concern. Truly, he does.

At his rank, with the importance his name now carries, Oikawa could have his pick, he needn’t be limited to choosing an Omega already bound to another. He could have his own; a fresh faced, untouched jewel, his for the taking.

His smile sharpens. “I’m aware.”

The woman blinks, clearly taken aback by his answer. Quick to remember herself, though, she snaps her mouth shut and offers another gracious nod. “Of course, sir. My apologies. If you’re satisfied then with the contract, we can have her ready and delivered first thing tomorrow.”

He’s waited years for this. Rose from less than nothing to claw his way up the ranks of the Commission by any means necessary, all for the sake of hunting down his lost– stolen Omega.

He can wait ‘til morning.

—

Consciousness drifts just out of reach.

There are voices speaking, but it’s like you’re underwater, the words garbled and thick, lost to the ocean that keep you. A pleasant warmth flutters over your skin, dancing along your arms, your cheek, the curve of your throat. As nice as it is, it pales in comparison to the kindling in your blood, the warm, pulsing ache that settles into your core and grows and grows with each passing moment.

Is it seconds, or hours?

Thinking hurts, easier just to sleep. Rest, in that lovely, soothing warmth.

…

……… No.

No, it’s hotter now. Uncomfortable. You squirm, a low, breathy whine slipping from parted lips, and there’s that sensation again, that feather-light caress at your jaw.

“You coming back to us, baby?” The voice is deep and rough. You recognize it, though you can’t pull the threads together to remember from where. It stokes the flames inside of you, the fire licking hotter, searing–

Or maybe that’s the scent that accompanies it, deep and rich, like home. Smells so good, you wanna chase after it, bury yourself in it and let it lull you back to sleep.

The ache between your legs worsens, harder now to ignore. You can sleep when it stops hurting.

Another whimper, and a soft, pretty laugh sounds on your other side. “Poor thing. It hurts, doesn’t it?” A new voice, this time, sparking that same vague, frustrating sense of familiarity.

Your eyelids are too heavy to lift, but you manage a shallow nod.

The voice coos, “Let us take care of you. You want that, don’t you, Omega?”

“Oikawa–” the first cuts in, and your body jostles, the surface you’re lying on – a bed, maybe? Soft and silky, you might actually enjoy the feel of it if every cell in your body wasn’t screaming at you with a desperate, aching want – displaced under a new weight.

“You need your mates to make you feel better.” It doesn’t sound like a question, yet you find yourself nodding anyway, biting down on your lip to stifle another pained cry. “Good girl, now open your eyes for me.”

Good girl. The praise makes you shiver. It’s an effort, forcing your lids to comply, but eventually you manage. Your vision swims, fuzzy and out of focus, and it takes a few blinks for clarity to settle in.

Gazing down at you from above, you’re met with a familiar, toothy grin.

Oikawa Tooru.

And despite the aching, gnawing need inside of you, the fire that burns, seething through your blood, urging you to submit and beg for the Alpha – your mate – to ease your suffering, you still have enough lucidity to recognize the panic that lances at your heart.

“No,” the word slips from your tongue. Your limbs aren’t strong enough to cooperate when you try to scramble away from him, not that there’s any space between you and the headboard to allow for that.

“… When?” your voice is hoarse. Hollow. It’s not that you weren’t aware that the Commission was in the business of selling off prime Omegas to the highest bidder, merely that you never thought it was something that might happen to you.

You were used goods. Useful enough as stress relief, a warm hole to fuck after a long, tiring day, but any Alpha worth their salt wants an Omega they can claim and conquer for their own. The ugly, twin scars on either side of your neck make that an impossibility.

“Tomorrow,” the Doctor replies bluntly. “Once I clear you medically, you’ll return to your room for the night, and in the morning they’ll transfer you.”

Sitting on the edge of the sheet lined examination table, staring at nothing in particular your mind slowly processes the information. “Why are you telling me this?”

He’s not usually so forthright, but perhaps that has something to do with the mysterious absence of your handler tonight.

He doesn’t hold you in suspense, shrugging easily. “Because I’m offering you a choice. A way out, if you want it.”

“Oh.” A heavy silence settles between you. Then, swallowing, you ask, “Do… do you know who–”

Why that’s the first question you have, why it even matters when your freedom’s just been dangled in front of you like a carrot, you can’t say. Only that it does.

And if the Doctor finds it strange, he gives no outward indication. “My understanding is that you’re to be gifted to a young General in the First Army. Iwaizumi Hajime, I believe.”

“No?” he parrots back, settling back on the thighs that straddle you to shrug off his shirt, revealing the taut, golden planes of his chest. He’s so much bigger now than he used to be, muscles where there used to be only skin and bones.

Years playing the Commission’s lap dog have treated him well, you think bitterly.

“No, it doesn’t hurt, or no, you don’t want your mates to help you?”

He trails a possessive hand from your throat down the valley of your breasts, coming to a stop just above your navel. And try as you might to hold it back, a keening whine escapes you, the skin beneath his touch igniting like liquid fire.

At the apex of your thighs, thick, viscous slick begins to pool.

More, the Omega within you begs, more.

“Are you sure?” Oikawa croons, nostrils flaring as your shameful little secret makes itself known.

“Enough.”

Your attention darts to your left, where you find your other captor – mate, your subconscious supplies, your gut clenching at the thought – closing in, impatience written across his features.

Impatience edged with hunger, as olive eyes roam greedily over the bare flesh on display before him. “Enough teasing. I’m the one who brought her home.”

He says it like it’s supposed to mean something. And perhaps it does, because Oikawa sighs, bending down to nip at your mating gland, chuckling lightly when you shiver and whine beneath him. Nevertheless, he lifts himself off of you, settling on the other side of the bed with a half hearted mutter of “Killjoy,” to make room for the stockier Alpha to take his place.

And your heart stutters in your chest when Iwaizumi licks his lips and takes a knee upon the bed. Already, you can see the tenting in his pants, evidence of his own rising need as he coaxes your chin up, forces you to meet that simmering, predatory stare.

“I killed for you today, little Omega,” he says, neither a condemnation nor a brag. Merely a statement of fact.

He’d done so before, back in the days before their teeth had bloodied your neck and shackled you to them. He’d looked at you much the same, that day. Eyes too dark, frightening in their intensity.

You should’ve run back then.

You should’ve run the day Oikawa’s hand caught at your wrist, and you learned that nothing – not even the food you stole to abate the gnawing, endless hunger – ever came for free.

And yet you’re near crippled by the pang of shameless need that surges when large hands take you by the waist, rolling you over and shifting you onto all fours.

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, your body sings as he grips your hips, the fabric of his pants the sole barrier between his quickly hardening cock and your wet, needy cunt.

His palms stroke at heated skin. “You’re gonna be good for us, Omega.”

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut to stem the tears that well up and blur your vision. “N-no,” you gasp, biting down on the shuddering whine that follows a moment later when Iwa ruts his hips against your pussy, completely unbothered about the traitorous slick that leaves a wet patch on the front of his uniform.

Not enough, you need more. Need to be filled, need to be fucked–

You’d crawl if you could, if your trembling arms would support you, if it weren’t for Oikawa, whose hands cup flushed, feverish cheeks, arcing your throat up.

The soft clinking of Iwaizumi unbuckling his belt sounds behind you.

Oikawa’s thumb drags along your bottom lip, dipping into the wet heat of your mouth and holding you there. “Such a needy little thing.”

Iwa’s cock, thick and heavy, drags along your slicked entrance and your hips buck, chasing the friction. It’s all the warning you get.

Oikawa grins over your shoulder, the grip Iwa has on your hips tightens and in one snarling thrust, Iwaizumi slams his cock home.

The pain is heaven, the stretch a bliss that wracks your body in waves, the lewd, breathy moan that leaves you near pornographic as your pussy tightens, squeezing deliciously around the sudden intrusion.

And Iwaizumi swears behind you. Curses absolute filth, blunt nails digging crescent shaped marks into your soft skin as he holds you there, grinds his cock deeper, lets you feel it throb and twitch insistently inside of you.

A perfect fit.

You shudder, every last thought eddying from your mind.

There’s nothing but you and the Alpha, your mate, and the drag of his dick along your sensitive inner walls as his hips draw back to plunge his fat, heavy cock into your sopping heat. Even Oikawa, fingers still in your mouth, watching with pupils blown wide and a flush creeping along his chest, fades into the background in the wake of quaking, wanton relief.

At least until those fingers are replaced with the flushed, glistening tip of his own erection, smearing pre along your lips like a gloss until they part with a whining moan and he can force the head of it into your mouth.

Your tongue curls around it, lapping obediently at the salty skin.

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting down on his bottom lip. “Such a good little Omega.”

Distantly, there’s a twisting in your stomach, a warning bell chiming in some vacated back corner of your mind, but it may as well be a whisper, lost to the cacophony of heady pleasure that pulls at the very seams of your soul.

You rock your hips backwards, desperate to meet the fervid thrusts as you do your best to suck and gag on the cock now steadily filling your mouth. Slick gushes from your cunt, coating Iwa’s dick, dripping from his balls to make a mess on the sheets below – adding to the lewd symphony of grunts and skin papping against skin.

You’re beyond shame, beyond sense. Nothing else matters but your mates and the delicious stretch of being split in two.

And you’ve been fucked by Alphas before, used in and out of heats for glorified stress relief, but nothing like this. Your whole body hums, electrified and oversensitive.

More, more, more, you wordlessly beg.

Your mates are nothing if not obliging.

Stuffed to the brim – Iwa behind you, mindlessly pumping into your guts with an animal pace, and Oikawa, one hand fisting at your hair, using your mouth like his own little fucktoy to a chorus of choked, garbled moans and whimpers – the scent of your own arousal thickens in the air.

Pleasure burns and coils inside of you, every snap of their hips driving you closer to a brink you can’t comprehend. The world could burst into flames around you and you’d go down singing sweetly for them.

His grip holding you tight, Oikawa bullies his cock deeper, bucking now into your spasming throat while he coos and snarls in fervent delight. And as your eyes, glistening with unshed tears, glassy and glazed, stare imploringly up at him, Iwa hits that small bundle of nerves deep inside your pussy and you scream around his length.

Your pussy tightens, convulsing as pleasure explodes inside of you like a thousand fireworks going off at once. The bond between you pulls taut, and you feel them–

That rabid mania, the hot, ravenous pleasure that courses through their veins, urging them to take, take, take–

Your eyes roll back into your head, eyelashes fluttering, and you try to submit yourself entirely to ecstasy.

It should be perfect, it should be enough, but the fire within you’s only been stoked, not extinguished and the unshed tears now fall in glistening streams as you sob in desperate want.

“Please,” you beg when Oikawa pulls back to allow you to breathe, “I need–”

You can’t force the words out. You don’t have to.

“He’s right,” Iwa growls, reaching around to rub rough circles at your throbbing clit, “You are a needy fuckin’ thing.”

He’s jackrabbiting into you now, driving his cock balls deep with each sloppy, frenzied thrust. Your mouth now free, Oikawa having momentarily decided to take a back seat and watch, there’s nothing to smother the whorish moans that fill the room as his knot swells, fucked as deep inside of you as it’ll go.

At the mercy of his brutal pace, his fingers still coaxing at your clit, you’re helpless to do anything but collapse against the sheets and hold on for dear life, your cunt fluttering around him.

But it’s the soft, whimpering cry of his name that finally pushes him over the edge.

Stilling with a snarl, white hot ribbons of cum spurt from Iwa’s cock, coating your insides. Pulsing, as the waves of his end wash over you both.

Eventually his knot’ll swell down, enough for you two to separate, and that familiar, gnawing ache will set in once more, begging to be satisfied.

You have another mate yet to cum, days of your heat remaining, but for now you let your mate pull you into sweaty, strong arms, let him nose at the mark he left on your neck and tell you what a good job you did, taking your Alpha’s knot.

For now, that’s enough.

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➤ Fatgum | Taishiro Toyomitsu

・ Heart-Shaped Castella | RomCom Collab ♡ ☁️

➤Haikyuu boys reacting to you texting them *~spicy photos~* and then falling asleep…

・ Iwaizumi Hajime ♡

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to your hand on their thigh… ♡

・ Semi Eita

・ Kenma Kozume

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Tsukishima Kei

・ Akaashi Keiji

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to you calling them ‘Daddy’… ♡

・ Bokuto Kotaro

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Daichi Sawamura

・ Akaashi Keiji

・ Iwaizumi Hajime

・ Tendou Satori

・ Tsukishima Kei

➤ Bokuto Kōtarō

・ Sugar Coat ♡ 🐾

・ Bokuto x Puppygirl PWP ♡ 🐕

・ Bokuto X Fem!reader PWP ♡

➤Coming soon!

MISC.

Call of Duty Thirsts / Drabbles / etc. ♡

#honee.masterlist

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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Haikyuu!!

Fluff/Angst

Akaashi Keiji x Flirty!Male!Reader

Omega!Sugawara Koushi x Alpha!Male!Reader

Sawamura Daichi x Male!Reader

Streamer!Kenma Kozume x Streamer!Male!Reader

Azumane Asahi x Scary!Male!Reader

Goshiki Tsutomu x Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Male!Reader

Smut/Lime

Oikawa Tooru x Top!Male!Reader

Kita Shinsuke x Top!Male!Reader

Tendo Satori x Top!Male!Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Top!Male!Reader

Nishinoya Yuu x Top!Male!Reader

Timeskip!Haiba Lev x Top!Male!Reader

Kageyama Tobio x Top!Male!Reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x Top!Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Top!Male!Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Sakusa Kiyoomi x Alpha!Male!Reader

Miya Twins x Top!Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Top!Male!Reader

Azumane Asahi x Top!Male!Reader

#.mackjlee9 writes #haikyuu

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terushimooo · 8 months

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♡ 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….

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Let me help you

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault.

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games.

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court.

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene.

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it.

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back.

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway.

➵You felt numb. So, so numb.

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving.

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot.

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands.

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away.

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong?

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long.

___

Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that. While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days.

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know. His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril.

Where were you?

Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

“Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly. “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?”

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him.

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.”

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway. Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him. He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone.

___

You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will.

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop.

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour.

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t.

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense.

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort.

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room. When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest. His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling). “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it.

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put.

➵So much had gone on in such a short period.

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament.

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck.

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge.

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms.

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster.

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing.

➵God, everyone looked so tired already.

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs.

___

“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more.

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice.

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new.

That just sounded glorious.

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them.

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!”

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in.

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there.

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry.

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe.

___

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist.

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark.

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.

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beccascribbles · 3 years

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protective/possessive alpha iwa-chan and semisemi popping in when someone's making their gf (omega or beta idc really) uncomfy👉🏼👈🏼

a/n - went for a beta reader with iwa because i thought i'd branch out a bit. never written specifically for a beta before so i hope it went alright!

warnings - reader in an uncomfortable situation, kind of harassment??

you forced a smile onto your face. it was tight-lipped, almost a grimace, as one hand closed around your wrist, the other bracing against the wall at your head, blocking an escape route. you glanced around, hoping to make eye contact with at least someone. the corridor was, unfortunately, empty, most people still watching the volleyball game. you would have still been there, you pondered, if you hadn't decided to go to the toilet, if you had just stayed in your seat and watched the games conclusion. still, it was odd that this alpha was coming onto you. as a beta, you had never felt helpless. often you managed to slip under the radar, your scent not enticing enough to attract any extra attention.

"um, could you maybe let go of my wrist?" you questioned, giving your arm a tug. his fingers loosened, allowing you to pull your hand away. you cradled it to your chest, nose wrinkling at the sudden scent that permeated your nostrils. "any reason why you're so close to me?"

"should there be a reason?" the alpha questioned, pressing closer to you, his nose brushing the tip of yours. you grimaced then, jerking your head back, it hitting the wall with a thump. "shouldn't a beta like you be honoured to have got my attention? i know omegas who would beg to be this close to me."

"well, i already have an alpha," you stammered, gesturing at the teal jacket you were wearing to illustrate your point. the alpha simply scoffed.

"you really expect me to believe an alpha actually claimed you?"

"isn't that what you were trying to do?" growled a voice, a scent of pine wafting towards you. you sucked in a lungful, feeling your breathing calm as you turned your head, eyes locking with iwaizumi's. the worry was clear, masking the anger momentarily as he assessed you for any harm. he was thankful there were no bite marks in your neck, unsure of how much longer he would have been able to maintain control. as it were, his patience was growing thin.

the alpha chuckled, turning his head to regard iwaizumi coolly. "why don't you leave us alone, yeah?"

"or maybe you could step the fuck away from my mate," he spat, taking another step forward, scent flaring. the alpha's eyes widened at that, his nostrils twitching as he breathed in your scent. there was an unmistakable hint of pine. "what? only just realised they're mine, that they smell of me? not much of an alpha if you couldn't have figured out that much."

his lips were drawn back in a snarl as he reached forward to yank the alpha away, shoving him onto the floor. iwaizumi spared you a single glance before he lost himself in his anger, pinning the alpha to the floor and launching a fist at hia face. the blows rained down; the sound of a nose cracking echoed through the corridor. you let out a shout, rushing forward to grab at his wrist, stopping its descent.

"stop, haji, please," you begged, wishing you were an omega in this moment. you could have used your scent to calm him. as it were, you only had your presence. you pressed your free hand to his cheek, realising belatedly that this wasn't the best move. moments before, it was this hand that had been held in the alpha's grip. iwaizumi's nose twitched at the scent, another growl escaping.

"he fucking touched you," he hissed, pulling his wrist from your grip and landing a solid hit to the alpha beneath him. almost feral, he looked up at you again. "where else did he touch you?"

"nowhere, i promise," you pleaded, resting a hand on his shoulder, nails digging in. "let's just go. please, haji."

iwaizumi grumbled, looking back into your pleading eyes then down at the alpha beneath him. reluctantly, he stood from the floor, shooting the alpha one last glare before you were tugging him away.

"why did you leave?" he asked, pulling you to a stop once you had left that corridor. his arms were around your waist, holding you close as he buried his nose in your hair, drawing in a deep breath. his heart was racing and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

"i'm safe, hajime," you reassured him, hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion. you leaned fully into him, resting your head against his chest. "nothing bad happened to me."

"it could have," he mumbled, lips brushing the top of your head. "i've never been so scared, so angry. i-i never thought something like this could happen to you. i should've scented you more, made it clear you're off limits."

"that might not have changed anything," you sighed, pulling away slightly, hands reaching up to rest on his shoulders. you offered up a weak smile, though your mind still replayed those moments before he'd come, when you didn't know what would have happened. "don't beat yourself up about it. i'm fine now. i'm safe."

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his once , twice, until he kissed you back, pulling you into him harshly. his hand tangled in your hair, cupping the back of your head as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours despite the fierceness of your embrace.

discreetly, eyeing the alpha looming beside you, you slipped out your phone and typed a hurried message to semi. hitting the send button, you slipped it back into your pocket. your eyes flicked upwards, noting the way he was looking at you as if it were his right to. you tugged at the jacket hanging from your frame, pulling it around you, arms wrapping around your waist. a smirk formed across the alpha's face, and he leaned into you.

"what are you covering up for, omega?" he questioned, ignoring the way you shifted away from him, bumping into a person to your right. "i was enjoying the view."

"i'm not interested," you stated, scanning the crowd hoping to spot a familiar head of ashy-blonde hair. "i already have an alpha."

"doesn't mean i can't appreciate the view," he grinned, a fingertip running lightly along your cheekbone. you flinched, pulling away from him, eyes widening. "plus, i don't see any alpha. if it were me, i wouldn't have left you all alone."

"um, he's actually performing, that's why," you stammered, pointing vaguely in the direction of the stage to reiterate your point. after this encounter, it was unlikely semi would let you watch from the audience again. he had told you it was a bad idea, had tried to make you stay backstage with him, but you had wanted to experience it within the crowd, feel the energy radiating from them.

the alpha let out a laugh, tilting his head in amusement. it was clear he thought it was a lie, likely one told by many omegas who had been in your position. at that present moment, the only thing keeping your palms from growing clammy was the knowledge that semi was heading towards you. taking a slight step back, you peered around the alpha's form, making eye contact with semi through the crowd. his jaw tightened at the sight.

he moved through the crowd effortlessly, cutting through the people until his hand clamped down onto the alpha's shoulder, fingers digging in. semi growled, the sound low and threatening, "back off."

"okay," laughed the alpha, holding his hands up in surrender. "i get it, dude. i'll go. plenty of other omegas out there."

though the comment, the alpha's blasé attitude, didn't sit right with semi, he couldn't afford to focus on it, stepping towards you immediately. you collapsed into his chest, taking in a deep lungful of his scent. it grounded you, made you feel safe. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting on the back of your head as he held you to him. your hands clung to the material of his t-shirt, and you glanced up at him.

"thank you, eita," you breathed, brushing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. his arms tightened around you at the affectionate and he pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head.

"next time you want to watch from the crowd, i'm inviting ushijima and he can stay with you."

you nodded, not eager for a repeat of the situation you had found yourself in.

#hq requests #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #alpha iwaizumi x reader #eita semi x reader #semi x reader #alpha semi x reader #haikyuu fluff

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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ALPHA IWAIZUMI I BEG OF YOU

I gotchu bby I gotchu

Alpha Iwaizumi is strong, dependable and most of all, trusting. Some alphas don’t trust their omegas, their scent is too sweet and too enticing, and the scent of an alpha can sometimes be too much to say no to. But he trusts you, his little omega. Nobody is better than him.

And he knows this, watching you from across the store as you try on some pretty dresses and parade them around for him. He knows you’re his, he doesn’t have to worry.

He definitely knows this as well when you’re bouncing on his lap, cock pressed hard and deep inside your pretty little omega cunt. Your eyes crossed and tongue falling out of your mouth as you pant and whine. You can feel his knot growing and his balls slap your ass with Everytime you drop down. And the way you clench and pulse around his leaking cock proves to him that he has nothing to worry about. You’re his.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #🤍.abo #🤍.alphas #🤍.omegas #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwachan #iwaizumi hajime

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Different but the Same (MASTERLIST)

To kick-off the start of my blog, here’s a series that I’ve been working on for the past 2 months or so!

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (a whole ass MEAL)

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each section!

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

tag: dbts | Skye’s Omegaverse HCs

part 1: a rival appears part 2: safe part 3: manager part 4: seijoh’s omega part 5: the college team part 6: courting part 7: battle of the packs part 8: tokyo - day one part 9: tokyo - day two part 10: a sejioh summer part 11: the best friends part 12: where she belongs part 13: instincts part 14: the hospital part 15: morning after part 16: urgent part 17: honesty hours part 18: normalcy part 19: comfort

epilogue alternate ending

supplements/bonus content

supplement: Bokuto steals Omega

supplement: Iwaizumi x Reader x Semi

supplement: Beta Reader

bonus: spring pre-lims

*updates Wednesdays!*

Please message me or send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the taglist! 💞

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sugurus-slxt · 2 years

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𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑...

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 (𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀)

✧ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ✧ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 ✧ 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔯 ✧ 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

✧ 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 ✧ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ✧ 𝔨𝔬-𝔣𝔦 ✧ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗦: 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦

◈ currently reading: Hunting Adeline

◈ currently watching: Black Butler

◈ currently listening: M83 - Midnight City

◈ WIP: Something New 😅

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kenmas-consoles · 4 years

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Could I request headcannons for Oikawa, Iwa, Kuroo, and Bokuto with a alpha female girlfriend? I feel like that would be kinda funny, their girlfriend is in charge of them. Thank you!

Honestly i see these simps as someone who actually likes being dominated despite being a very dominating person themselves. Iz my firsy time writing an Omegaverse and i'm still quite unfamiliar with the concept but here we gooooo

Oikawa

This boy is a switch and we all know it

Minus the fact that he also reeks of alpha scent (your alpha scent) so it isn’t quite obvious that he’s an Omega cause he can mask it to make it look like its coming from him

But i mean boi who he kidding he totally gives off submissive omega vibes

Boy get’s turned on when their s/o gets all authoritative

The boy loves it when you get all jealous, he soaks it in everytime you do

He would purposely hang out with his fan girls and maybe flirt a little whenever he feels the need to rile s/o on

Uses it as an excuse to get scented and marked

Honestly is the biggest simp

He loves the fact that your alpha instincts take over when your helping him babysit Takeru you get all motherly and protective

Hates it when you hangout with other Omegas that aren’t him, boy gets whiny

One time his s/o was hanging out with their friends at the mall, Oikawa being at the right place at the right time sees s/o and their group of friends

While he’s walking towards them he realizes you’re making small talk with another group of female omegas who were dare he say it were quaking because of your scent.

He didn’t care if they were female or not cause any other omega he sees that is in anyway attracted to his alpha he sees as a threat

Wouldn’t hesitate to yeet (the girls)himself in and take his alpha away

Iwaizumi

How can he not be an alpha himself

Like just look at him

Although very rare cases they too exists, relationships between two alphas

Play fighting that turns into something really physical and sexually tense

You both are the couple that commands the attention of practically everywhere tou guys go to

Like don’t matter where your pheromones are really really strong mainly because you both are tryna get the other to submit

Always accidentally turning on omegas who are near by cause both your scent are too fricken strong

Arguing only leads up to something more heated and lord save me for I am a sinner for saying it but shit gets fricken steamy

I see Iwa as a reasonable partner but for the life of him will never back down from a challange cause he always gets what he wants so s/o fricken watch out cause the boy doesnt care if you’re an alpha as well cause he’s gonna fricken wreck you

Just. Fucking. Try

Boy thinks its hot when his s/o does but—

He’s always going to want to be the dominant one and he doesn’t care how persistent or threatening his s/o gets

With eyes narrowed, teeth bared and heavy breathing

It’s gonna be a long night

Kuroo

Ayt just imagine it Kuroo as a Beta that gives dom vibes 👀👀

Like I know how Betas are seen as subordinate and kinda low class but it doesnt mean all of them are since Betas are known to be rogue as well cause they challange alphas for top spot sometimes

Boy is naturally drawn into s/o’s dominant side but is since he’s a Beta and can’t get into heat he’s almost immune to his s/o’s scent

Is controlled enough to get cheeky and try to turn the tides

Boy attracts a fair few Betas and Omegas himself and would always cheekily look over at his Alpha s/o almost as if to say “well what are you gonna do about it”

Like Oikawa this boy would rile up his s/o to see how far they can go before they snap

Boy plays innocent though and s/o aint having any of that

He doesnt deny that he likes having her in charge cause in his words

“It’s fucking hot”

I see his s/o as the one who gets jealous easily and try to ward away others who come near Kuroo cause they territorial like that

He thinks its cute tho and he can say that to their face

Always has that stupid smile on his face whenever their out on dates and someone so much as looks in Kuroo’s direction

He’d tell her laughingly to calm down while hugging them or draping an arm over their s/o in reassurance

Smugly thinks he’s “tamed the alpha”

No matter how much of a stray (cat) dog he is he’s only got the hots for s/o

Bokuto

Again i’d like to think of this boy as an alpha himself as well (if you don’t sense alpha energy radiating off of him then you gotta get some help)

He isn’t the typical alpha though

Unlike Iwaizumi though he wouldn’t head on challange his s/o moreover the boy actually kinda enjoys his s/o taking over the reigns

Loves it even

Not all the time though cause he still feels the need to take charge and remind his s/o not to get ahead of themselves since he’s an alpha male

I mean cmon the boy still has his pride and reputation to uphold

Kinda see him as this college jock

Ideally he would like his s/o to be confident, easygoing and demanding (someone who isn’t shy to voice out what they want)

He doesn’t want to take full dominance over his s/o but would never fail to take matters in his own hands when he needs too

The boy also likes feeling that his s/o can depend on him because that’s the way he is

He’s an alpha for pete’s sake

I’m sure s/o wouldn’t mind either since a dominating Bokuto is actually a sight to behold

I peg him as the type of guy who doesnt really care all about this all alpha, beta, omega label

but it doesnt mean that his instincts don’t kick in every now and then

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu omegaverse #omegaverse #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #alpha reader #haikyuu requests #haikyuu x reader smut

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rosys-fans-fics · 4 years

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Going Against Nature - Part 1

Summary: Iwaizumi become infatuated with the reader but soon finds out she’s a beta. Can a alpha truly be happy with a beta even though their natures don’t match?

Iwaizumi stared out the window, watching the sun slowly descend from the top of the sky. As the year was coming to an end, class work and exams had ramped up pressure over him. The stress was starting to get to him, especially after Aobajohsai lost to Shiratorizawa. The third years on the team were devastated to lose to them for another year. Iwaizumi looked over at Oikawa who was staring off into space, upset over losing to Ushijima again. The only upside to the day was the practice game at the end of the day against the girl’s volleyball team.

Iwaizumi remembered last year’s game, it was the first time he was in the starting line up since he was a first year at the time. He remembered a cute first year girl on the other team. She had only played a bit but he thought she was relatively skilled since she rotated to play different positions. During the night time, Iwaizumi couldn’t get her out of his mind. He couldn’t tell if she was an alpha or omega but he wanted to know more about her. He wanted to pursue her but couldn’t work up the courage to approach her after the game. The thought of seeing her again empowered his alpha side.

When the bell rang, Iwaizumi jumped out of his seat, grabbing his bag, and hitting Oikawa on his head. “Hey stupidkawa, lets go.”

Oikawa grabbed the back of his head, giving Iwaizumi puppy dog eyes, “Don’t be so mean Iwa-chan!” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue at him and speed walked to the gym. Oikawa started chasing after him, “Hey slow down Iwa-chan!” He didn’t care if Oikawa wasn’t walking with him, he wanted to see her.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa were the first to the boy’s gym with only the two coaches there before them. Coach Irihata turned and smiled at the two, “Well you two are here early. How are the future captain and ace doing?”

Oikawa stepped in front of Iwaizumi, “A-okay coach, we’re excited to see the girl’s team again. Have they chosen a captain yet?”

The girls’ coach smiled, “Yes, it’ll be great to see how she can lead the team.”

Iwaizumi tuned out their conversation to watch the entrance to the gym. Slowly the other team members entered. Matsukawa and Hanamaki arrived first followed by the first years already changed into their gym outfits. Oikawa laughed at them for being so eager to play when they still had introductions to do.

The boys stopped talking when they heard the sound of girls talking. The whole team turned to look at the entrance where six girls walked in. Iwazumi’s eyes instantly fell on the cute now second year girl he’d been crushing on for so long. She was talking to another second year in his class and behind them were four girls who he assumed were first years. He was in awe of her, she had grown into such a beautiful girl over the past year.

He kept his eyes on her even when the two teams lined up to introduce themselves to each other. His heart started pounding at the thought of finally learning her name, no longer pining after her without knowing what to call her.

She smiled at the boys team and stepped forward from the line of girls, “Hi, I’m (l/n) (y/n), I’m a second year and a middle blocker.” Iwaizumi thought the position suited her well due to her strong leg muscles and being one of the taller girl players. (y/n)’s friend nudged her side and she gasped, “Oh and I’m the captain of the girl’s volleyball team this year.” Her smile was intoxicating, he wanted her to smile like that only at him.

Iwaizumi was too focused on (y/n) to register that the other girls were introducing themselves. He thought his heart would jump out of his chest when (y/n) glanced over at him. The small smile that graced her looks sent butterflies to his stomach as he fought back a blush. The curve in her neck showed off where a future bond mark would be. Iwaizumi subtly sniffed the air to try and smell her, but all the bodies in the gym muddied the scent. He wanted to know so badly what her second gender was, even if she was an alpha, he wanted to pursue her.

He heard Oikawa introduce himself as the captain and setter. (Y/n) smiled at Oikawa and said something about it being nice to meet the other captain. He felt a bit of jealousy come over him due to her smiling at another alpha, even worse was that alpha being Oikawa.

Oikawa grasped Iwaizumi’s shoulder, “And this is Iwa-Chan, my vice captain.” (Y/n) smiled at Iwaizumi and said nice to meet you too.

Iwaizumi shrugged Oikawa’s hand off him, “I’m Iwaizumi Hajime, I play wing-spiker and I’m the ace of our team.” Her smile sent shivers down his spine.

Once the introductions were over, the coaches sent the girls and second year boys to get changed. In the club room, the four boys got ready. Oikawa pulled out the club’s box of scent patches and passed them out to the others.

“You really need a patch, I can still smell you. Seriously, who's got Iwa-chan all territorial?” Oikawa gave Iwaizumi a sly smile.

Iwaizumi ripped the patch out of his hand and slapped it on, “none of your business shittykawa.”

Oikawa took out another patch and handed it to him, “at least take another when you wear that one out.”

“Sure, whatever.” Iwaizumi grabbed the second patch and stuffed it in his gym shorts. He walked out of the club room with the other three alphas following him.

The first years and girls were already warming up. Iwaizumi immediately saw (y/n) doing receiving drills with the other players. She had her Aobajohsai tracksuit top still on. He ran up to her and suggested helping with receiving drills. She smiled at him and thanked him.

Once the warm up drills were finished, (y/n) took off her tracksuit top. Iwaizumi loved how the girl’s uniform clung to her body and how her shorts shaped her butt. The sharp cut of the uniform showed off her neck, but she wasn’t wearing a scent patch. Iwaizumi was immediately overcome with the need to protect her, physical activity greatly increased the scent of alphas and omegas. Without a patch, his friends could smell her scent and it would cling to her uniform.

Iwaizumi jogged over to her and thrusted the extra scent patch to her. He couldn’t think of anything to say, just hoping she’d understand what he ment.

She gave him a puzzled look, “Um, yes?”

“Um, you don’t have a scent patch on. I - here.” He jerked his hand towards her again,

Her eyes widened and she smiled and giggled at him, “I don’t need one but thank you for offering.”

Iwaizumi gave her a puzzled look, “what?”

She smiled at him again, “I’m a beta, I don’t need one”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #alpha!iwaizumi #beta!y/n #iwaizumi x reader #beta!reader #omegaverse

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alkhale · 5 years

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i really love your instinct fic and hope you're planning on continuing it!

i am! here’s the new update :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13464528/chapters/49515314

#instinct #oikawa tooru #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #oikawa x reader #alpha!oikawa

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Barking Orders

Pairing: Kyoutani x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader (side)

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Dub-Con, Werewolf Iwaizumi and Kyoutani, Omegaverse, Knots, Bondage, Muzzle, Rut Sex

Summary: It’s understandably intimidating to help out your lover through his rut for the first time. But Iwaizumi is there to keep both of you in-line and unharmed...for the most part.

The excuse I needed to write Alpha/Dom!Iwaizumi ordering Kyoutani and his lover around.

It had been a shock to Kyoutani’s entire team when they had found out that their hot-headed teammate was dating someone and even Tsukishima was speechless for once.

It was even more of a surprise to Kyoutani’s pack and there was a lot of howling when they discovered that you were a human on top of it all and clueless to Kyoutani’s less natural form.

The only two people seemingly unphased by this new development are the two of you. You don’t find Kyoutani’s gruff and somewhat menacing demeanor intimidating at all. And Kyoutani would never admit it, but he had known you were the one when you had merely laughed at his angry snarling when he had spilled a cup of coffee all over himself, shoving a handful of napkins in his hand and telling him to stop growling and start cleaning.

Very few people have ever approached him during one of his more heated fits. Even fewer have teased him. And only you have ever made his alpha instantly quiet.

You’re not obtuse enough to think that your relationship is remotely normal. Kyoutani certainly has his quirks. For one, he runs boiling hot. You know some people run warm, but is it really normal to wake up sweating just from sleeping next to your boyfriend in an air conditioned room? How is it even humanly possible for him to easily walk about in a short-sleeved shirt when it’s snowing outside?

He also eats A LOT. When you had first gone out to eat, you had been shocked by the amount of food he had devoured, hesitantly chalking it up to him being a professional athlete. But then he had introduced you to his team and you had joined them on some outings, only to notice how even they ate significantly less than your lover. But he never gained weight, so you shrugged your shoulders, purposefully ignoring how his “rare” steak looks exceptionally raw and bloody.

Except now you’re wondering if you should have put your foot down and insisted that he eat more normally as you pace around your apartment, worried sick after days in a row of not hearing from him and only receiving curt texts from Iwaizumi that your boyfriend is alive and kicking, but still bedridden.

Iwaizumi Hajime. You don’t know much about the older man other than he’s someone Kyoutani highly respects and sees as an older brother of sorts. Do you sometimes think the two and the rest of the men they hang around are too close? Sure. Do you think it’s weird that Kyoutani never lets you hang around the rest of that group? Yes. Do you find it strange that they all have a monthly sleepover in Iwaizumi’s seemingly unnecessarily large home? Absolutely.

But you trust Kyoutani and know your love for him is equally returned so you let him do as he pleases, even reluctantly letting Iwaizumi snatch him from the safety of your shared apartment when your boyfriend insists that it’s better for him to ride out his illness at Iwaizumi’s place to prevent you from contracting whatever he has.

Unknown to you Iwaizumi is going through his own mental crisis and he groans in annoyance as he watches the younger alpha repeatedly and desperately howls for you. Ruts are a common thing for all alphas, Iwaizumi included. But they usually only last a few days. Green eyes look on in concern as he observes Kyoutani practically frothing at the mouth and fighting against the heavy chains binding him almost an entire week after his rut had started.

A longer than usual rut. Kyoutani’s one-minded obsession with you even in the height of his rut when he shouldn't be able to think straight. It all adds up to one thing. Kyoutani’s alpha has decided you’re his mate and this rut won’t end until he’s knotted you.

Fuck.

Mating isn’t uncommon in the pack and in fact as pack leader, Iwaizumi welcomes it, encouraging his makeshift family to find their forever partner. But you’re a human and Kyoutani is so young, so inexperienced, he’s terrified of what the consequences will be if he carelessly lets Kyoutani’s alpha have you, unable to promise that you’d even survive the brutal handing. And yet...if he doesn’t help Kyoutani soon, he also can’t promise that the younger alpha will survive.

There’s no other choice. He needs you to help Kyoutani through his rut.

Reluctant calloused fingers search for your contact in his phone and momentarily pause as they hover over the call button. But he hears Kyoutani roar your name once more and that’s all the assurance he needs to confirm he’s doing the right thing. He shoves his worries about your willingness to help and your chance of survival aside. It will all be fine. It has to be fine.

You’ve always been nervous about coming to Iwaizumi’s large abode, endearingly nicknamed “the den” by Kyoutani. None of his friends in that group have ever given you reason to be concerned and if you’re honest, you find Yahaba enjoyable to be around. But there’s a certain aura of danger that makes your hackles rise whenever Iwaizumi and company are around you. And that foreboding feeling only grows stronger as you follow Iwaizumi down and down and down...Seriously, how deep is this basement?

You shudder at how dark and cold it is as you finally reach the bottom of the stairs, hating how your voice trembles when you finally muster the courage to ask Iwaizumi where the two of you are going. But you’ve barely opened your mouth before you shriek, trembling as Iwaizumi’s toned body suddenly pins you to something hard and metallic, your face pressed uncomfortably against...bars?

A cell. A cage. A prison. You don’t know what the right terminology for what you’re forced to peer into is, but you gasp when you recognize the familiar form of your boyfriend naked and chained up, a vicious looking muzzle wrapped around his face as he snarls and struggles against his restraints.

“Kentarou? What did you do- What are you doing to him?!”

You try to spin around, eyes flaring in accusation, but you whimper when Iwaizumi only cages you further against the cell door, one hand slipping behind your head to grip it and force you to continue staring at the horrifying vision of your boyfriend.

“Take a closer look at your precious Kentarou. I didn’t do a thing. This is all him. This is what he is.”

There’s a hidden meaning in Iwaizumi’s words. You know there is. But your mind is barely computing what you’re looking at, the position you’re in. Why is your boyfriend locked up? Why is he acting like...like...a raving animal? Do his nails look...sharper and longer than normal? Are those...fangs? Are his eyes glowing? You’re hallucinating. You’re going crazy. You’re having a panic attack. That’s all it is. That’s all it is-

You scream as a guttural roar feels your ear, clenching your eyes shut as your head is roughly turned to the side, refusing to look at Iwaizumi’s face.

“Look at me.”

There’s always been an unspoken rule that Iwaizumi is a head figure of sorts for the entire friend group and even you have been surprised by how respectful and obedient Kyoutani is around the older man. But you get it and it feels instinctual the way you automatically listen, eyes flinging open despite how much you don’t want to face whatever truth life has in store for you.

It’s not your imagination and you’re frozen stiff in fear and shock as you stare at glowing eyes, a face reminiscent of Iwaizumi’s handsome human face, but morphed into something more primal, more animalistic, more feral, more...monstrous.

“We’re werewolves, little one.”

There’s a pause and you wait for him to tell you he’s joking, for you to wake up from this nightmare. But it never comes and deep down you know it’s all true, turning your head to stare back at Kyoutani suffering behind bars when Iwaizumi relaxes his hold on you at the feeling of your heartbeat returning to somewhat normal levels.

“Is he going to be okay?”

A small smile slips onto Iwaizumi’s face as he watches how concern begins to overcome your scared scent, mixing with the palpable confusion. But he deeply sighs as he also regards his junior.

“Not if you don’t help him. But if you do go through with this, I can’t guarantee you’ll come out unscathed.”

“But you’ll be there helping us, right?”

Iwaizumi’s alpha rumbles in delight at how submissive, how trusting you are as you gaze up at him. You’ll be a welcome addition to the pack once Kyoutani officially mates you. And he curtly nods, unlocking the cell door and firmly shutting it close once the two of you are inside. Green eyes glint in amusement when his alpha smells the sweetness of your arousal through your trepidation as you approach your lover, noting the way your eyes can’t look away from the knot beginning to build at the base of Kyoutani’s more than well-endowed shaft despite the worry etched on your face.

But he shoves his arm in front of your practically drooling face when you get too near, growling in warning at Kyoutani’s alpha to settle down when sharp fangs attempt to lunge at the vulnerable junction of your neck. The muzzle is still firmly in place, but it’s better to be cautious when the consequences are permanent.

“Both of you are going to listen to everything I say. Do you understand? Everything.”

His alpha coos at how you eagerly nod your head, sharply growling at Kyoutani’s slight defiance before smirking when the younger reluctantly bows his head.

“Strip and play with yourself, little one. I can smell how wet you are, but you’ll need to be practically leaking before you can fully take him in.”

He groans at how quick to please you are and he can’t bring it in himself to even remotely tease Kyoutani for the fat drop of pre-cum that drips from his painfully hard shaft as you shed your clothing, the scent of your arousal heavy in the air as you unabashedly spread your legs apart for both their views. God, you’re almost dripping and both alphas growl in appreciation at the slick obscene sound of your fingers rapidly rubbing your clit and your breathy moans as you finger yourself open, adding more and more digits per Iwaizumi’s orders.

You’re already four fingers in and you’re scared. Scared of how empty and desperate you still feel despite how full you are. Scared that if Iwaizumi commanded it, you’d shove your entire first inside of you. Scared that even with all this prep, you still won’t be able to take in Kyoutani’s inhuman cock. But you can’t deny the thrill of having both men stare at you, eyes hungrily taking in your lewd form.

“Iwaizumi-san, can I- I need-”

You’re too shy to fully voice your thoughts, but you pathetically whine and Iwaizumi takes pity on you, finishing your sentence for you.

“Need Kyoutani’s cock inside of you? Need your alpha’s knot?”

He’s tempted to make you suffer a bit more, see how much more you’ll beg, how desperate you’ll become. But he takes mercy on the both of you, sharp eyes noting how Kyoutani’s alpha becomes more and more agitated the longer this gets drawn out, the cruelty of having his mate so close but so far giving him extra strength that’s causing the metal bindings to creak under his sheer force.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Fill your greedy cunt.”

Both men’s breathing hitches at the sight of your jaw going slack, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth as you position yourself above Kyoutani’s cock, the younger lowly growling in pleasure as your hand wraps around him to keep it still as you lower down. It’s Kyoutani who’s locked up, but it’s you who feel helpless as your hands claw at your boyfriend’s muscular shoulders for purchase as his cock feels you impossibly more and more and more. The two of you have fucked before, but being in rut is transforming more than just his nails and teeth and you sob when you’re only halfway down.

You’re full. So, so full. But it’s not enough and despite how you think you can feel him breaching your cervix, you’re desperate to please both men watching you, to take him all. You sob in frustration, only to choke on a whimper as calloused hands land on your shoulders, Iwaizumi’s thumbs stroking calming circles into your skin.

“Let me help you.”

You wail as Iwaizumi forcefully pushes you further and further down, your nails breaking skin and making Kyoutani bleed. But you ground yourself in the feeling of Kyoutani gently nuzzling against you, his muzzle brushing against you as he tries to soothe you. And then you’re gasping, whimpering when you finally take in Kyoutani’s growing knot with a lewd slick popping sound, finding it hard to breathe from how full you feel as both alphas rumble in pride at how good you’ve been.

They let you rest, let your body adapt as much as it can to the ever growing knot inside of you. But Kyoutani has never been known for his patience and you scream as he begins to wildly rut in and out of you as much as he can, the knot inside of you dragging against your walls and keeping you locked together, forcing you to do little more than take anything and everything he gives you. It’s overwhelming, but then Iwaizumi’s fingers are circling your clit and rolling your nipples and you feel something in your mind shatter.

Both men growl at how your body writhes and convulses, how your eyes roll back in your head as you fall over that edge of pleasure. Even with Kyoutani’s massive knot inside of you, you’re leaking from the sheer force of how much you’re squirting and Kyoutani howls as he cums inside of you, dragged over by the way your cunt squeezes and milks him.

You can feel your stomach expand and you stare down dumbly in disbelief as you see it slowly distend from the sheer amount of hot sticky semen your lover is stuffing you with. But it never ends and you moan, dropping your head forward on Kyoutani’s shoulder and distracting yourself by mindlessly kissing every expanse of your lover you can reach.

“Good girl.”

You hate how two simple words are enough to make your heart flutter, but it’s just as quick to drop at Iwaizumi’s next words as he smirks at the both of you in your entangled position.

“He’ll keep cumming and knotting you for about another half an hour. I’ll be back then. So get as much rest as you can because you’ll have to do this over and over again for the next few days until his rut breaks.”

He laughs at how wide your eyes go as your mouth wordlessly opens and closes, trying to form words around the swirling questions in your head. But before you can voice anything, he’s waving farewell and locking the cell door behind him, green eyes filled with mirth as he takes one last look at the two of you. And as his footsteps recede, you take his advice, putting your weight on your boyfriend’s body and cuddling against him, rearranging yourself as much as possible with his knot still joining you together before closing your eyes to try and get some sleep.

It’s going to be a long ride.

#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani smut #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu fics #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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