#knight iwaizumi

[petriquors]

Maple & Steel

samurai!Iwaizumi x fem!reader angst

Pre-Edo Period royalty AU

The kami blessed you with a perfect day in your family’s garden, but you thank them with a restless heart. Seated under your favorite tree, a stunning maple with leaves as red as blood, your mind is anywhere but here.

You’ve read the same sentence in your book a dozen times, but you still can’t remember what it says. Every syllable drowns under the ominous swirl of your thoughts, so, with a sigh, you decide that reading is just as hopeless as you feel.

“What troubles you, my lady?”

When you look up, you see a man whose broad shoulders eclipse the low afternoon sun. The turquoise-and-white kamishimo he wears moves gently with every step, making him look like water flowing calmly over stones. 

On any other day, his presence would soothe you just as much as a walk by the river would. But today, Iwaizumi Hajime, the eldest son of his clan, is the last person you want to see.

The gentle breeze stills. Without it, the summer air hangs heavily around you, and silence buries the garden. 

Iwaizumi inclines his chin in your direction, peering down his nose at you. “Speak.”

“You would command me?” You smile through your threatening tone. You are the daimyo’s daughter, while he’s just a samurai’s son. If your father heard him speak to you that way, swift punishment would be in order.

If only your father knew about the romance you’ve been hiding from him.

You stand up, hiding your face in the shadows of the maple tree. Carefully, you eye Iwaizumi; watching, waiting for him to answer. On most days, he would respond to your coyness in kind, but today is not most days.

Today, a rift as wide as the sea lies between you, and you fear what you might find in his face when you cross the depths.

“Please,” he says gently, “tell me what’s on your mind.”

When Iwaizumi calls, you can’t help but answer. From the moment you met him as children, he’s known your heart well enough to see through lies and half-truths with frightening ease. “I heard your name on the war party roster. You’re going to travel at my father’s side.”

Though it was not a question, he still answers. “Yes.”

Your breath catches in your throat and tears sting your eyes. You knew it was true, but your heart still clenches when you hear it from his lips. “Congratulations.”

Riding with the daimyo is an incredible honor, but his eyes are full of dread. He looks away from you, searching for comforting words he cannot seem to find. “We ride west in the morning.”

“How far? How long?”

“Telling you might put you in danger,” he says.

“With whom?”

The stiffness of his upper lip is all the answer you’ll receive. You know that he’s right. He’s doing his best to protect you from the storm of war that gathers far to the west, but something more slices through your heart with a katana’s precision. 

You leave the maple tree’s shade and step into the sun, placing yourself within arm's reach of Iwaizumi. You watch his hands twitch at his side, see him internally weigh actions and consequences, duty and honor—and then, he seizes you by the hand.

You grip his arm. It’s sturdy, like a tree branch, so you wind your weak, vulnerable roots around him. In seconds, you’re captured in his embrace, planted firmly where your heart knows you belong.

When he grabs your face, neither the cool silk of his kimono nor the warmth of his fingertips can stop your tears. He holds you as gently as he would hold the head of a rose, with a touch so delicate that you barely feel him. You need more, you realize, as your longing overtakes you completely.

“I will not have you become a ghost,” you sob. 

A shaky breath flows from his lips, and you marvel at how well he manages to tame his emotions while yours are a raging ocean.

“I can’t protect you from this pain,” he whispers. You know his heart, too; he takes on your pain as if it’s his own, and counts every ounce of fear you feel as a personal failure.

You can't bear to look at him, so you let your tears soak his sleeve instead. A hum ripples from his chest and reaches your ears, shushing you as gently as a honed warrior possibly can.

With his free hand, he begins to stroke your hair. “Please, don’t cry for me. Sadness doesn’t suit your beauty.”

“But what if—”

“I would kill every cruel thought in your head if I could,” he interrupts. His voice has a sharp edge that makes you believe the threat wholeheartedly. “And then, I’d fill the space with sweet words instead.”

You sniffle. “Iwa—”

“I would write ten thousand songs for you. I would use ink and paper I made myself, so you can feel the patience of my love in every brush stroke. I would string together the words the kami whisper through the trees when I think of you. I would read them to you personally, reciting every word by your bedside until you grow sick of me.”

Finally, a smile tries to return to your face. You bite your lip, nuzzling his chest. “I could never grow sick of you.”

“Good,” he says. “Because I am nothing without your affection. When I ride west, when I raise my sword, I only do so to fight for a better future—one that you deserve.” 

The wind picks up, rustling the maple leaves and billowing through his kamishimo. You tilt your head to look at him, and you find red-rimmed eyes and a sad smile that’s full of love. Your heart beats like a butterfly’s wings.

“Wait for me,” he says

“Come home to me,” you reply.

“I will,” he says. “I promise, my love.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu royalty au #iwaizumi royalty au #knight!iwaizumi #knight iwaizumi #princess!reader #princess reader #my stuff #my angst #my Iwaizumi Hajime stuff #my Iwaizumi Hajime angst

[jxbsbokuto]

promises | iwaizumi hajime

pairing: knight!iwaizumi x princess!reader

genre: drama, fluff, royal au

words: 1.1k

Iwaizumi sprinted to your room. They only told him you were calling for him and that it was an emergency, so as your knight in shining armor - literally, although he doesn’t wear his armor as of now - he practically flew to your room.

When he opens the door, he is met with you speed-walking from one side to another in a clear state of despair. A sigh of relief escapes his lips once he sees that you aren’t injured, just overreacting about something as always.

“Your Highness.” He bows. It doesn’t matter if you’ve known each other since you were kids, Hajime will always greet you accordingly. “You called for me?”

You walk over to him and grab him by the shoulders.

“Kiss me.” You demand, exasperation stamped in your voice.

Iwaizumi chokes on the air.

“I’m sorry?”

“I cannot do this, Iwa. I need you to kiss me before he does. I can’t let my first kiss go to waste.”

“It won’t go to waste, Princess, he’s your husband.”

“Future husband.” You correct. “And very unwanted.”

The knight would laugh if he wasn’t so startled by your situation. This is what happens when you spend years of your life reading old dusted romance books at the library: you create an idealization of love and firsts, but real life isn’t a fairy tale.

You wanted to marry a man you loved, kiss him, and live happily ever after with him until the end of times, Hajime heard these goals coming out of your mouth many, many times before, but an arranged marriage thread all of your plans to dust.

“I refuse to let him take my first kiss, so I want you to do it.”

You sit down on the small-sized couch in front of your bed, legs crossed and hands resting on your knees as if waiting for him to take a seat next to you and get this done with.

“Your Highness, I can’t do it.”

“First of all, it’s Y/n. I’ve known you ever since you used to put bugs in your mouth, how many times do I have to tell you to call me by my first name? Second of all, yes you can because I am not asking, this is an order.”

“Last time I checked I followed the King’s orders, not yours, Princess.”

“Yet you came running when I demanded your presence.” You grin smugly.

He closes his lips, deprived of any comebacks to that. Yes, he came running, even bumped into a guard on his way, and he would do it all again if you asked him to.

Defeated, he sits down next to you, but still with a safe space between your bodies to prevent you from caging him.

“C’mon, kiss me.” You tap your index and middle finger on your lips and turn your body to his.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can! I don’t want him to be my first kiss!”

“I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about this. What’s so bad about kissing Oikawa?”

Your face scrunches in disgust just by hearing ‘kissing’ and ‘Oikawa’ in the same phrase.

“I don’t love him. Ew.”

“You can learn to.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Every single time you protested against this marriage they always said the same thing, ‘You’ll learn to love him’, ‘Love takes time’, and so goes on.

“I do love Oikawa, but as a friend. Kissing him is like kissing my brother.”

“Wouldn’t kissing me be like kissing a brother?” He asks matter-of-factly.

You sigh deeply and lean down to rest your head on his shoulder. Iwaizumi’s breath gets caught in his throat, it’s not the first time you initiated close physical contact with him, but he couldn’t help the way his breathing got uneasy and the fastened beating of his heart.

He throws an arm around your shoulder awkwardly, an attempt to give you some kind of comfort.

“You're different.” You breathe.

“How so?”

There's a small silence before you speak.

“Remember that day at the rocks?” Now he's sure his heart stopped.

Of course he remembers it, he could never forget it, no matter how much he wanted to.

You were seven and playing at the rocks a few yards behind the castle, where your mothers and babysitters would have difficulty finding you quickly. In your little fantasy world, you were a helpless princess (ironic, isn't it?) who was kidnapped and he was your savior, a heroic prince who was going to save you from the big monster that kept you hostage.

After he bravely defeated the enemy, he took you by the hand and brought you back to the kingdom, where he married you and swore to keep you safe forever and ever.

Little flowers on your head resembled a crown and he wore a bigger one as a bow tie and just like that you were dressed to marry. But when you proclaimed your vows to each other, you knew that the play-pretend wasn't a child’s play anymore.

“Do you promise to never let me go again?”

“Yes, I promise!”

“Do you promise to protect me from all the monsters?”

“Yes!”

“Even the scary ones?”

“Uh... Yes!”

“Then I promise to love you forever and never leave you!”

“Me too!”

“Really? You'll love me forever, Iwa?”

“I will, if you love me forever too.”

“You know I always keep my promises.”

Iwaizumi gulps. He was your personal guard, assigned to keep you safe at all times and escort you anywhere you pleased. He was also your fiance’s best friend, and he knew Tooru was just as excited about this marriage as you were, but he didn't mind it as much as you do.

Hajime knows it's wrong, he knows he should have exited the room as soon as you asked him to kiss you, he knows he should not kiss a promised princess.

But his hand reaches out to hold your chin and guides your face to his. Your eyes meet briefly, mixed with nervousness, excitement, and fear of the unknown, and soon his lips meet yours in a simple kiss, a weak press of mouths that still makes your stomaches fill with butterflies and electricity run through your veins.

It feels like everything you've read in your books and more. You lean closer to him, urging for more of his warmth, more of his skin touching yours, more of him.

His arms take your figure and his hands rest on the middle of your back as if he was holding the most delicate thing in the world.

You pull away and just stare at him. No words need to be spoken, you're sure he's reciting his vows in his head just like you are in yours.

You burry your head in the crook of his neck and grip his shirt with one hand, a silent demand for him to not let you go.

And like you, he always keeps his promises.

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[iwaoiness]

Knight Iwaizumi, after he and Demon King Oikawa are caught hanging upside down in a troll trap: now how the fuck do we get out of this?

Oikawa: just as we have said before, Iwa-chan!

Iwaizumi: we haven't said any fucking thing

Oikawa: yeah, well, I guess that's exactly where the problem lies

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[lesbianasfuckwomen]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

I AM DAMAGED WITH FINAL QUEST HAIKYUU OIKAWA AND IWAIZUMI

BUT INSTEAD OF THIRD PERSON ITS IWAIZUMI'S POV

"I am damaged. Far too damaged."

No. No you're not.

You're not damaged. You're not a monster.

"But you're not beyond repair."

No. I messed up.

You are the one who's perfect.

You're the one who deserves to live.

I am nothing without you.

If you die, I'm gone.

"Stick around here, make things better"

I can't make things better.

You're the king and i'm the knight.

"Cause you beat me fair and square"

No, no I didn't.

I deserve to be hung on a stake for betraying the king.

You deserve everything, I deserve nothing.

"Please stand back now"

No, I can't.

I swore an oath.

I swore an oath as your knight.

I swore an oath as your partner.

"Hope you miss me"

I will.

I will I will I will I will.

"Wish you'd kiss me"

Do you want me to?

Do you want to just make amends?

Forget everything that happened?

"Then you'd know I worship you"

Why?

Why do you worship me?

"I'll trade my life for yours"

No.

I'm not worthy of your life.

"And once I disappear"

Don't.

Don't do this.

I love you.

"Clean up the mess down here"

I can't.

I can't become the king.

You're the king.

"Our love is God"

Maybe.

Maybe it is god.

Maybe in a next life we will be able to pursue our love.

Till then, I hope you find peace.

"Say hi to God"

A shot rang in the air.

There stands a man holding a gun to another mans chest.

Oikawa Tooru.

A man who's rein of terror cost multiple lives.

Killed by the knight who betrayed him.

The knight he had grown up with.

Killed by Iwaizumi Hajime.

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[sakumaluvs]

hmm

“king”

title passed off to a junior (willingly or unwillingly)

popular

leave for a time

part of powerful groups

The Aliens

Hmmm

the Best Friend

>:(

“don’t do that”

right hand man

lead group while official leader is gone

#haikyuu #enstars #knights #aoba johsai #oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #izumi sena #leo tsukinaga #are you guys picking up what i’m putting down

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

bnha-

dabi: toxic bf , mafia au

denki kaminari: your a milf

eijiro kirishima: dying his hair

hanta sero: shotgunning w him

katsuki bakugou: he smells good , mean ass soulmate , ghostface katsuki , rivals to lovers , he’s bad w feelings , your pro hero fiancé , if you die so do i , girl dad

izuku midoriya: corrupting the religious boy

jjk-

gojo satoru: can’t get enough of him , vampire au , wardrobe malfunction , your affair , he’s annoying , his eyes r funny looking

geto suguru: dad’s best friend

nanami kento: healing your daddy issues

yu haibara: he’s gone , he’s sick , he admires his upperclassmen

yuji itadori: your parents hate him , best boyfriend , dorky best friend , he’s delulu , captain of the football team , gossiping w him , older brother’s best friend , you have a bf already but he loves you , your his mentor , shibuya arc

megumi fushiguro: step brother

yuta okkotsu: your a fan , welcoming the new boy , he likes when you pull his hair , he chose geto’s side that day , your best friend

haikyuu-

atsumu miya: your annoying neighbor , he’s drunk

iwaizumi hajime: scolding you after your ex did you dirty

kei tsukishima: he hates you(?)

kotaro bokuto: he’s spiderman , your his fan , emo mode

kenma kozume: streaming wars , cat hybrid , he hates you , he hates brats

hinata shoyo: healing your issues , he got sick , u get ur head hit w a ball

tetsuro kuroo: studying w him

koshi sugawara: he’s your son’s teacher , your coworker , he’s jealous

keiji akaashi: he loves feeding you , the pretty setter

yuu nishinoya: he’s drunk

demon slayer-

sanemi shinazugawa: training w him , your roommate

aot-

eren jeager: smoking weed w him

blue lock-

nagi seishiro: coke head

bachira meguru: you’re his therapist , pervert bachira

death note-

touta matsuda: he has a little crush , admiring his boss

csm-

denji: blood lust , walking home w him , mommy issues

sk8-

reki kyan: he’s a zombie

fairytail:

natsu dragneel: mating season

nanatsu no taizai [seven deadly sins]:

arthur pendragon: your his servant , you saved him , he saved you , your his holy knight

hxh:

kurapika kurta: your loyal to him , it’s only you and him

killua zoldyck: he’s your little brother

the disastrous life of saiki k:

kusuo saiki: he’s self aware , your ordinary

if you have any recommendations on more bots I can do lmk ! i’ll be adding a bunch more :x

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[bokzumi]

"Fuck-" The way your walls clench around him have him teetering on the edge, your pussy so warm and wet and he wonders how he lasted this long without you and your beautiful pussy. When he sees your hand go down though, he growls, moving your hand away. Grabbing both of your hands, he pins them above you with one hand before his other hand lets go of yours, only to go down and rub tight circles on your clit. "Princess let me take care of you-"

With his strength and your locked legs around his waist, theres no way you'll fall, not like he'll ever let you either. His thrusts start hitting deeper, angling himself just a bit different and hits that spongy spot inside you. "Come for me Onyx..." He groans into your neck, licking and kissing softly. "Want to feel you cream around me love. Want it so bad-"

Hajime

Gulping at his hands trapping mine above me, a gasp falls from my mouth as his hand replaces mine, pussy clenching around him tightly. I rock my hips against his, eyes whirling back in my head as his hard thrusts make my stomach tighten as I squeeze my eyes shut. "Hajime!" is all I can get out as I cum around him, juices coating his cock.

I continue to roll my hips against his, drawing out this feeling as I pull his lips to mine, skin slapping filling the room. My head falls back against the door as his hips meet mine in another harsh thrust. I look at him through hooded eyes. "Fill me up, Hajime. Want you to claim me in every way. Please, my knight. Want - need - your cum."

#🏝️.getting tan on the beach #🏝️.sex on the beach #🏝️.do not reblog #🥰.knight iwaizumi

[kentopedia]

❝𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ welcome to kentopedia's love through the ages collab. in honor of another lonely valentine’s day, i wanted to combine my two greatest loves: history and literature! so this is for anyone who wants a passionate romance and loves the aesthetics of the past. because i know that no matter when you live and die, your favs will always choose you ♡

STATUS: OPEN

♛ — TO JOIN

submit a piece based off a time in history you find interesting. it can be an au of your favorite classic novel, a song you enjoy from a period before your own, a piece of art you enjoy, or something entirely your own. be creative!!

please reblog this post & send me an ask with the character you'd like to write about and the inspiration. for example: "nanami + renaissance" (which is what i’ll be writing teehee).

♛ — REQUIREMENTS

no fandom limitation, but i will cap it off at 2 entries per character (i won’t count mine in that limit!). and you can join as many times as you want.

this is a historical au collab, so i will not accept any submissions based in the 21st century :) but it can go back as far as you want!

there is no deadline. minimum of 500 words, but no maximum. i love long fics! please use the read more feature on your posts.

♛ — OTHER

anyone can join, this is not limited to followers. no age requirement, but you must be 18+ to submit nsfw pieces, with an age indicator. make sure to follow the rules of all creators involved (including me!).

submissions can be as historically accurate or inaccurate as you want them to be, and could include fantasy elements too! this is all about capturing the aesthetics of a time period, but i will never limit anyone’s creativity. it can be extremely niche too!

all forms of art are welcome, not just writing, as long as they are of your own creation.

nsfw, sfw, dark content, etc. is all acceptable. be sure to tag accordingly!

♛ — TO SUBMIT

tag me in your submission so i can also add you to the masterlist. also, link this post on your submission to spread the love to other readers! i will be reading all the submissions and reblogging with feedback as well. let me know if you have any questions!

bungo stray dogs . . .

fyodor dostoevsky and hades & persephone by @lovedazai

nakahara chuuya and post wwii yakuza by @cheriiyaya

nakahara chuuya and the 1800s italian mafia by @osaemu

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky as rival painters in the renaissance by @aureatchi

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky in the trojan war by @fyorina

fyodor dostoevsky and victorian era royalty by @verlainepaul

dazai as a fallen angel by @chuuyrr

jujutsu kaisen . . .

nanami kento and the renaissance by @kentopedia

okkotsu yuta as an edo period samurai by @anqelically

gojo satoru & geto suguru and the medieval period by @flowerpersephone

geto suguru as a nineteenth century vampire by @todorokies

nanami kento and the victorian era by @starsinmylatte

gojo satoru and orpheus and eurydice by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and the american old west by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and phantom of the opera by @mynahx3

geto suguru and ancient greece by @mochimooon

nanami kento and the heian period by @purpleqilinwrites

fushiguro toji as a medieval bandit by @honeybleed

true form sukuna ryomen and ancient greece by @girlwithsharpt33th

okkotsu yuuta and post apocalyptic 1600s by @atsquie

nanami kento as a medieval knight by @mynahx3

nanami kento and the regency period by @kentopedia

nanami kento and ancient japan by @mynahx3

attack on titan . . .

reiner braun as a wwii soldier by @thel0v3hashira143

levi ackerman and the impressionist era by @be-co-me

armin arlert and the early 20th century by @crazychaoticizzy

eren jaeger and the age of piracy by @bloompompom

demon slayer . . .

shinazugawa sanemi and antony & cleopatra by @mitsuristoleme

tengen uzui and the roaring 20s by @forest-hashira

haikyuu . . .

kuroo tetsurō and the space race by @ktsumu

kuroo tetsurō & iwaizumi hajime in regency era inspired japan by @jarjarwinx

persona 5 . . .

akira kurusu and the prohibition era by @clubkira

genshin impact . . .

albedo as a renaissance by @clubkira

blue lock . . .

noel noa and indonesian colonization by

#𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓫 ❤︎ #painting in graphic romeo and juliet by frank dicksee :) #if no one joins … pretend u never saw this. #jjk x reader #aot x reader #csm x reader #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #haikyuu #x reader #jjk x you #aot x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bllk x reader #bllk x you

[noosayog]

[a midsummer night's dream] - ft. knight! iwaizumi hajime

warnings/content: princess! reader x knight/personal guard! iwa. fluff mostly, minimal angst. an outtake of it's always been you and inspired by the webtoon series I'm Stanning the Prince!

wc: 1k

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This is a story about a time long before you married your knight. 

It’s a fond memory you have of your coming of age ball, the morning when you spent hours grooming, primiping, fasting, preparing for the one night of your life when you could finally be seen as a woman. In your mind, there’s only one person you want to notice you tonight and all your efforts would have been worth it if you get even one glance from him. 

And so as your mother announces you to the guests and you descend the staircase with all the grace that the years of etiquette training instilled in you, you’re delighted to see that your knight does indeed have his eyes fully trained on you. 

As is his duty, he awaits you at the bottom, one arm crooked behind his back and one proffered to escort you as you make your rounds to greet those who have come to wish you a happy birthday. 

You think that his simple, “you look beautiful, Princess,” could fuel you all night. You dutifully make your rounds to greet the nobles, moving through the greetings quickly and efficiently, itching to dance your first dance with Hajime.

However, when the dances start, Hajime offers your hand to the first suitor that comes your way.

“Have a wonderful night, princess,” he bows. 

And while it would be a lie to say that your naive heart did not feel betrayed, you have loved Hajime onesidedly for long enough that this does not break you. 

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, but luckily the gentleman who has led you into the first waltz is polite and funny. His easy banter and teasing make for an enjoyable dance and when he asks to continue through the second and third dances, you think it a favorable alternative to chancing on another partner who is leery for an engagement to the royal family. 

And as you meet the eyes of your knight who stands in a corner, watching over you should you need assistance, you know he has no intention of leaving his post tonight to dance with you. When Hajime reads your gaze as a cry for help, he pushes off the wall to come for you but you simply shake your head and offer him a weak smile, falling back into step with your partner and waltzing the steps of the next song. 

–

You look beautiful tonight. Iwaizumi means it when he tells you. He’s not pleased at the attention you garner from the men at tonight’s gathering and even more so when he thinks about the fact that all men here tonight at your coming-of-age ball are predatory for an opportunity to win your favor and later, your hand in marriage. 

Purely as a knight who has protected you since your adolescence. 

There could be no other reason for the tautness that takes over his body when he hands you off to the first decent partner for the dances. 

As the first dance comes to a close, he awaits the glance he knows you will give him – to come save you from a full dance card of pesky suitors and small talk. As expected, your signal comes and he begins to stride towards you, intent to offer his hand for the second dance. 

So it’s a surprise when you shake your head and glide back on the dance floor – with the same partner no less. Iwaizumi leans back against the wall, face clouding over as he watches you dance with the same man for the second dance. 

And the third. 

And the fourth. 

There are only five dances. Will he really not get a chance to dance with you tonight? 

The final dance comes on, one he knows you favor and he would be damned if another man got to share your favorite dance when he himself has only practiced with you in private.

Iwaizumi gruffly cuts in, offering a quiet “excuse me,” to your partner and taking your hands without leaving any room for protest. He’s grateful when your partner graciously excuses himself. 

Your steps are perfectly aligned to his, no doubt a result of the hours of being your practice partner. He wants to make a gentle jab at the days you were still stepping on his feet, but you refuse to meet his eyes. 

Instead, he quietly dances, watching your expressions with each turn. 

A minute goes by and you still say nothing. Tiring of your silence, he makes an unpracticed move, picking you up by the hips and twirling you midair.

He’s rewarded with a little yelp wrenched from your throat. 

When he returns you to the ground, your lips pull into a pout and he grins. It’s the expression you make when you are suppressing a smile. 

“Finally ready to talk to me, Princess?” 

You harrumph and turn your head away childishly. Iwaizumi takes that as a win, grinning while the dance continues. 

He is content to finish the night like this until he sees your eyes stray to your previous dance partner, who is now dancing with another. Iwaizumi follows your line of sight to see the other man mouthing something he can’t make out. To Iwaizumi’s dismay, you temporarily pause your pout to giggle.

Frustration and something else he dare not name rears its head. In an impulsive show of possessiveness, the hand resting lightly on your hips winds further around your lower back to push your body flush against his. With his other hand holding yours, his pointer finger forces itself into the space between your pinky and ring finger, not quite a full lovers hold but not as estranged as the hold dance partners are meant to have. 

The immense satisfaction is well worth it as your eyes, wide as saucers, are returned to him. 

A brief thought crosses his mind at the thought of the king and queen seeing the current state of the two of you: fingers improperly intertwined and chest inappropriately to chest. 

But the night is glowing so brightly and the apple of your cheeks are flushed so beautifully and your body against his feels so right that he allows you to interpret the smugness pulling at his lips however you please.

Just for tonight.

#noos writes #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq angst #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime angst #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi angst

[jinchuls]

𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ₊˚✩

ᡣ𐭩 various knight!character x fem!reader

includes 𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou (nsfw), ojiro aran (nsfw - marking), takanobu aone

notes 𝜗𝜚 repost from previous blog, mdni

𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 was the most responsible man assigned to you. No matter your request, big or small, he would execute them with perfection and a quiet “Yes, Your Highness.” He’d bow his head, stand close and make sure every step you take is safe. For the longest time, he seemed to have no interest in anything other than your father’s expectations of him. Not in you, or his fellow knights–he’d perform as he should but no more. You hated it. You hated the lack of attention, the simple responses and the silence as he stood at your side and, most of all, you hated how the small acts, the brief moments your eyes would meet and how those three words would make your heart skip. As you ignore the burning in your chest whenever he is near, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. You’re oblivious to the shake in his voice when he does quietly respond to you and you don’t notice the gleam in his eyes when yours meet his–you look away before you can notice the red tinge painting his cheeks–and you had no idea the silence was caused by his pure inability to string sentences together in your presence. He wanted to, he wanted to hear your voice every second of the day or be the cause of your laugh. It’s your outburst one night that changes the course of your relationship, that starts something that would result in Hajime’s certain dismissal, with tears welling in your eyes and the frustration clear on your face you confess every emotion weighing down on your heart hoping, praying, he felt the same. He can hear his own heartbeat as it quickens, the pounding in his chest so loud he fears you can hear it from your position across the room; his face reddens again–you have to hide your smile to spare him any more embarrassment–and he begins to stutter. If he had found it difficult to speak around you, it worsened in that moment, but it was clear, no matter what the future would hold for your heart, your feelings were mirrored by your knight.

𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖 had mastered the art of trickery. In your family's eyes, he was the perfect candidate to keep you safe. He was that man, amongst all of his peers he was one of the strongest and most capable men that your parents could trust–he’d perfected their vision of him which only presented him every opportunity to show you the less professional sides of him. He was the man he allowed everyone to see but he was also the man able to rile you up, in all the right ways, with a lingering stare and a mischievous glint in his eyes or the touch of his fingers against the nape of your neck as he struggled with the clasp of your necklace. Your attraction to him was unheard of; you’d be ridiculed by anyone that found out. A member of the royal family and their knight? It was an impossible match Supposedly. They only thought that way because they didn’t know what happened when the door was closed; when the knight’s barrack was empty or any other moment the two of you found yourselves alone. There would be no more talk of the incompatibility of royals with anyone of lower status if they knew the way you’d find yourself bouncing on his cock as night settles around the palace. Or how you’d bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping you as he held your waist and the rhythmic movement of his hips had your legs shaking as each precise thrust pushed against every nerve sending you one step closer to bliss. None of it mattered, they could whisper and they could plan your betrothal: they would never know how comforted you felt wrapped in his arms or how protected you knew you were simply walking through the halls of your own home. No one could ruin what had been created and no one would ever know. Outside of your shared secret, all that was seen was your gentle orders directed at him, your voice soft but stern–as it was with every individual under your command–and his return the usual, the formal response everyone was expected to utter but his with a sly, subtle flirtation that left your legs weaks beneath you: “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑶𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒏 was perfect. Cheerful, strong, intelligent and, most important of all, able to cope with the incessant issues caused by the Miya twins (the knights assigned to your siblings. Days seemed to pass quicker when he was there; whenever time appeared to slow, he would be there to keep you company. There was no such thing as a dull moment when he was at your side. From the moment you met him, he was far too easy to get along with. Solid lines engraved in your mind were fading; the lessons taught to you as a young noble were forgotten and the very nature of the expected relationship between knight and noble was lost. You had never been happier. “Aran.” You’d whisper, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm; your head fell back against the pillows as he kissed your neck softly. “I know,” His voice would be no louder than yours, “Not where they can be seen.” With a kiss to your collarbone, he’d look between your bodies at the littering of fading marks he’d left the last time he’d had you in his arms. Across your chest, your thighs, anywhere where they would be hidden from eyes you did not trust. As always, he’d make a comment about how you looked beautiful with the evidence of him. And, as usual, it doesn’t take long before he’s darkening existing marks, kissing your chest. Biting your skin softly to hear those sweet sounds he adored, and leave behind reminders of the night for you to find the next morning. With more scattered across your skin, he’d sit up to look down at his masterpiece as you reached up for him, missing the warmth of his body closer to you. Your quiet mewls were heaven to hear. A smile sat on his face as he leaned down, chest against you and his lips grazing yours. He’d still, hips pressed to yours forcing whimpers from your throat–a silent cry for more–you’re too lost in ecstasy to give it up now. “Please.” You whisper, eyes meeting his. He grins, hands softly holding your waist as he slowly pulls his hips away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 𝑨𝒐𝒏𝒆 was quiet. From the day he was assigned as your personal guard, he’d barely uttered a word to you or to anyone. He’d simply nod his head to accept any order you sent his way and, miraculously, he’d found a way to relay any message from you wordlessly. You envied those able to understand the behaviour you’d never seen before and you found yourself wanting to be among those he seemed close to. You would watch his fellow knights approach him; you’d watch how Futakuchi would speak to the man and reiterate his silence into words during group conversations whilst you were left in confusion. Day in and day out, you’d find yourself watching him and the little interactions he would have with those around him, occasionally catching his perfectly gentle nature with small animals that roamed the palace gardens. You were certain he could feel your eyes on him but he never seemed to care; you knew words had got to him that you had been asking those he spoke to often to tell you about him but he never stopped your interest. And, as time passed, you found your curiosity had grown into something much more. You’d look away quickly when he would turn his head in your direction, eyes suddenly focused on the tea in front of you. Aone was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the red of his cheeks, that you caught for just a few seconds, was loud. You clear your throat, fearing your voice could break as you try once more to encourage a conversation with him. “The weather is lovely today,” you grip the teacup tightly, closing your eyes and wincing in the embarrassment, that wasn’t what you’d wanted to say. “Would you,” you quieten, looking anywhere other than where he is stood. “Would accompany me on a walk?” He waits a moment and you glance up, expecting to see a small nod, as always. He meets your eye, a soft smile on his face as he does so. “Yes, Your Highness.”

#𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 ༉‧₊˚. #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #ojiro aran #aran x reader #ojiro aran smut #aran smut #takanobu aone #aone x reader #haikyuy x reader #haikyuu smut

[moonswolfie]

can u write for iwaizumi +2, 3, 7 and 8 for the event? congrats on 200 followers!

Prince!Iwaizumi x Knight!reader (gender neutral)

Thanks so much 🥰🥰

Seriously how do these anons accurately guess every fic plan i've ever had because I wanted to write a prince!Iwa x reader au for a while now😣😣 like are yall psychic i'm genuinely scared

The thing you would have least expected to happen was travelling back home in the same carriage as the crown prince. You were sent on this trip with him as a means of protection, of course. It's your job as a knight.

But knights don't usually sit with the person they're protecting.

You realise what this means for you. The royal family trusts you a lot more than you thought. You grew up during the same time as the prince, sure, but you were never super close to him, only seeing him in passing or during training sometimes.

Even so, Iwaizumi has always been a very amazing man to you. Both looks and personality wise. He is a little rough with others, but kind and strong willed nonetheless. You respect those qualities a lot, especially in a leader. Have you mentioned how attractive his muscular arms are yet?

In fact, it was about time for him to get married now. A wedding with him painted your deepest fantasies.

You know you shouldn't think of his majesty that way, as you are just a knight working for the royal family and it would be very arrogant of you to even attempt a relationship with him. So you've settled on gazing at him from afar.

The grip on the sword in your hand increased, you tried your best not to stare at him for too long. You're supposed to be protecting him, not crushing on him!

"Here is our stop for tonight." The other knights outside announced in a firm voice, the carriage stopping in front of a luxurious inn. They really are pulling out all the stops here, aren't they?

Well, you probably should have expected that the royal family spares no expense for their son. The carriage driver opens the door, and you step out first, standing to the side to let his majesty exit.

As the knights, including you, sorround him for protection while walking inside the inn, the royal advisor who was assisting Iwaizumi with the work on the trip calls you over.

"WHAT?!" Everyone in the room turned to you, and you quickly corrected yourself. "I mean excuse me, sir?" The royal advisor glared at you for a second before explaining again, now with everyone's attention on the two of you. Yet that didn't make you feel any less mortified.

You were to share a bedroom with Iwaizumi Hajime. Nobody said anything in response but you could tell by the look on Iwaizumi's face that this was not a pre-arranged matter or atleast it wasn't discussed with him. It was as much of a surprise for him as it was for you.

And so the two of you walked to your room for the night. "I'm sorry about that. It wasn't my decision." He apologised, and you immediately reassured him that everything is fine. Well, mostly.

The two of you entered your room... to find a single bed.

"I'll sleep on the floor, your majesty." you offered before he could say anything. You've slept on the dirt as a knight before, and while it wasn't the most fun, you are not about to let the prince sleep anywhere but on the bed. And besides, the clean floor is much better than dirt.

"Absolutely not." the conviction in his voice surprised you. He was that unwilling to let you sleep on the floor?

"I will go back and request another room for-" Iwaizumi walked to the door, fiddling with the door handle that looked to be stuck. "Hold on- A new room just for- you!!" the door refused to budge.

"What the hell?" Iwaizumi muttered. He isn't a weak man, and you know that well. So that must mean...

"...The door is locked." both of you came to the same conclusion, saying it out loud at the same time. You would smile at the timing, but that meant you were stuck together. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, but rumors will spread and you do not want to dirty the prince's image.

"Dammit... who did this?" the door was locked from the outside, and neither of you could discern a good reason as to why someone would want you two in a room together.

An abstract assasinaton plan? But then why would they need you to be locked in for it? You're extra protection, the opposite of what an assasin would want. Are they scheming something with the royal advisor? Or are the two of you just overthinking it?

Iwaizumi sat down on the bed. "Well, nothing bad has happened so far. We can relax our guard for a bit." he stretched his neck, removing the sword from his belt and placing it on the ground.

"You can take your armor off. Wearing all that crap on you all day makes your back hurt. I would know." he said, looking off awkwardly into a random corner of the room.

He takes on a surprisingly gentle tone when talking to you. And you know that isn't the case with all of the other servants. Not because he's arrogant or overly bossy to them, but there's just this... kind, gentle undertone to his voice when talking to you.

You slowly and cautiously take off your armor, looking to him with a sense of uncertainty. He simply gave you an encouraging nod in response. Without armor, you look a lot less intimidating, or so you would like to think.

"Why are you just standing there? Join me." He tapped the bed beside him.

"But your-"

"Just shut up and join me. My reputation will be fine." Somehow he knew exactly what you were thinking, and you silently joined him by his side. He looks even more handsome up close.

You didn't even realise you were staring before his eyes met yours. You quickly looked down. It's quite embarrasing for a member of the royal guard to be so easily distracted, no?

"Um, we should get to sleep, you know?" he suggested, albeit a bit awkwardly. Despite your inhibitions, you are to follow the prince's orders and suggestions. (You definitely were not over the moon to sleep in the same bed as him deep down.)

You lay down next to eachother, your entire body stiff and too afraid to move. There's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.

Even so, you close your eyes. After god knows how long, you got a bit more comfortable, rolling over on your side, facing away from Iwaizumi. Though you still felt far away from being able to sleep. You're living every noble lady's dream right now.

You tried your best to steady your breathing, trying not to make it obvious how much this is affecting you. Agh, he's probably asleep anyways, why are you so worried?

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your waist, and you had to hold back from flinching. You heard a satisfied huff behind you as his chest pressed against your back.

Eh?! Is this a dream? Is what you think is happening actually happening?

"Mm, I love you..." he mumbled, and you damn near died on the spot. You tried your hardest not to show that you're still awake, not wanting to make things awkward. And besides, with how flushed your face is right now, you worry that you might not have the confidence to adress his words anyways.

He chuckled slightly. "God, I'm such a coward..." he sighed before resting his head on the back of yours, slightly squeezing you in his hold.

You weren't going to lie, his arms were a very comfortable and warm place to be. But you had bigger issues right now.

He... loves you. Huh.

If you couldn't fall asleep before, you're definitely not sleeping now. Not with your heart beating a thousand times a minute.

.

"Was it a success?" the queen asked the royal advisor, who nodded briefly. "Well, when I checked in, they were all cuddled up, so I assume it was atleast somewhat successful."

The king huffed, satisfied with the answer.

"Ahh, the plan is going along swimmingly! We'll have that knight falling for our little Hajime in no time!" the queen clasped her hands, happy at how things turned out.

"Shouldn't we atleast apologise to them for locking them together so abruptly? They must have been scared." the king reasoned.

"And reveal our plan?! No, that won't do. And besides, you know Hajime. Being the good respectful son he is, he would just help our knight get a new room if I hadn't done this."

hahaha i'm sorry i didn't know how to include the "locked in a room" prompt realistically so i just made iwa chan's parents sneaky lil bastards

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗ #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #x gn reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #royal au

[loveephia]

some of the HQ boys with a girlfriend that's afraid of heights. (kuroo, oikawa, iwaizumi, and hinata.)

background: you and him went to shibuya tower for a date, and once you reached the 45th floor, you started to cry due to the view above tokyo. unbeknownst to him, the one that set up the date, you were deathly afraid of heights.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a sprinkle of angst, them comforting you, kuroo is.. kuroo, mini plot twist in oikawa's, knight-in-shining-armor iwaizumi, can be imagined in timeskip, you and hinata are very cute, based off of real-life events.

⚠ warning/s: reader has a panic attack.

KUROO TETSURŌ

on the elevator up the tower, he goes to you and is all like, "you sure you aren't scared?" with his taunting lil smirk because bro can see right through you

you give him a nod and put on your bravest face

you get off the elevator and everything is going well!!

ti'll you see the windows surrounding you with tokyo's city lights below.

the closer you step to the windows, the more you start to feel uneasy, your breathing shortening every second

you can't help but tear up from the panic

kuroo sees this and hushes you, pressing your face against his chest so that you don't have to see anymore of the view through the windows

"see? i knew you weren't okay with this." kuroo mumbles, patting your head gently to calm you down

you explain that you didn't want to let him down on your date because of your irrational fear

he reassures you that it's not irrational and you both make a mental note to communicate properly next time

"let's go to gift shop. there might be some cute plushies that you'd like." he winks at you, and you nod happily

TŌRU OIKAWA

due to popular belief, this bastard is scared with you.

BRO'S WHINING TO GET OFF THE ELEVATOR AS SOON AS IT STOPS

now it's you that has to calm him down.

"didn't he set up this date..?" you thought

once he gets used to it, he asks you to take pictures of him

and damn it does he look good in every angle.

the pictures are a bit shaky because though he's alright now, you still aren't

"y/n, y/n! let's go to that photo booth over there!" he exclaims enthusiastically, as if he wasn't just absolutely terrified a few minutes ago

you're here trying not to cry while this dumbass is prancing around, enjoying his time here

he notices your stumbling figure, your head hung low, and a gloomy aura from you overall

he asks what's wrong, and you look up at him with tears threatening to fall from the corner of your pretty eyes

his face morphs to one of shock as he pulls you in for a comforting and warm hug

"i'm sorry, y/n.. i didn't know that you were scared of heights." he apologizes, and you can feel the sincerity in his tone as he rubs the back of your hand reassuringly

it's safe to say that you both got down from the tower and vowed never to go there again.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he already knew at some point that you had a fear of heights

the way your face showed a tiny hint of distress when he said that you'd be going to shibuya tower was his "i knew it." moment

as expected, you're crouching around uncomfortably, trying to avoid looking at the windows

iwaizumi finds it a bit cute at first

but he realizes it's serious when he sees your glassy eyes

protective mode: ON.

he lets you ring an arm around his bicep (which he may have flexed) and hide your face into his shoulder

GOSH HE FEELS LIKE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR RN

"don't be scared, i'm here." he says

EHKEDHSKDHSKSH THAT GAVE YOU BUTTERFLIES

YOU ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE HUNDRES OF METERS UP IN THE AIR BECAUSE OF IWAIZUMI'S CHARMING-NESS (????)

SHŌYŌ HINATA

bro's always talking about how he wants to fly, but when he's up a few hundred meters, suddenly his legs are jelly.

LIKE.

PICK A STRUGGLE. WE CAN'T BOTH BE WIMPS⁉️⁉️

so here you both are, clutching onto each other for dear life, trying to find places to take pictures at

hinata's trying to make this date fun by shifting his attention to something oTHER THAN THE VIEW BELOW.

but one look at your troubled face, and he opts to get you on the ground as soon as possible

once you're both finally down from shibuya tower, you burry yourself into hinata's shoulder and mumble, "can we never do that again?"

hinata smiles gleefully, seeing you in a lighter mood than before, "yeah, never again."

"promise?" you hold out your pinky finger

and hinata links his with yours, "promise!"

© lowercase intended | loveephia

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tōru #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #hinata shōyō #hinata shoyo #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #hinata x y/n #hinata x reader #hinata x you

[yanderecrazysie]

I'm sorry, but is it possible to continue with Iwaizumi Hajime " Pretend " ?

My precious anon, there is nothing to apologize for! Of course I can!

Title: Pretend (Part 2)

Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, marking, suggestive content

Summary: Iwaizumi is the perfect gentleman, your knight in shining armor. Or, at least you thought he was… But sometimes you don’t realize someone’s playing pretend until it’s too late.

Part 1: here

pretend

/verb/

speak and act so as to make it appear that something is the case when in fact it is not

You felt like a living doll.

A fake smile plastered on your face in clothes that he has picked out for you. No one seems to notice that your smile never matches your cold, dead eyes.

Iwaizumi likes you by his side, dragging you around with his arm around your waist as he talks with his team, as he eats his lunch, as he walks you to your classes, and on the way home. That last one is the worst because now he knows where you live.

Oikawa’s fangirls no longer go after you, since it’s clear that you’re only “interested” in Oikawa’s right hand man, and not the superstar himself. Even their razor sharp eyes don’t pick up on your discomfort. Neither do your friends.

“You’re so lucky!” “He’s so handsome!” “He loves you so much!”

He’s handsome, yes, and he certainly loves you (too much), but you aren’t lucky. In fact, you are the least lucky person in the world. If you were lucky, you would have been enrolled in a different school, not the hell Iwaizumi had turned Aoba Johsai into.

Iwaizumi is the most possessive person you know. His arm being around you at all times is the least of your concerns. It’s the moments when he pulls you into a closet and leaves “love bites” all over your neck. Where people can definitely see it, of course. You try pulling up your collar, but it’s in vain. If they faded or were hidden somehow, he’d just replace them with even deeper markings.

As he sits you down at the table his team sits at, you desperately hope that they’ll notice something. Anything. The pain in your eyes, the way your smile falters when Iwaizumi’s attention turns to you, the way you clearly want to be anywhere else.

But no. They don’t. Of course, they don’t.

Oikawa coos over you until Iwaizumi’s snarling at him to back off. Hanamaki and Matsukawa laugh behind their hands at Oikawa’s whiny “Iwa-chan!” and a part of you wonders if they know you’re miserable and they’re laughing at your suffering.

The first and second years pout and whine about how they want a girlfriend too. One as pretty and sweet as you. There’s an unsaid “as submissive as you” somewhere in there.

You sit there, unmoving and unfeeling, as their practice match rages on. Iwaizumi hits the ball as hard as he can and, you can tell, as his eyes flicker to you, that he expects you to clap and cheer for him.

You can smile and pretend you’re watching, but no way in hell can he make you do anything more than that for him.

Or maybe he will. There was a time where you weren’t smiling, but now, here you were, fake smile plastered on your face from dawn to dusk, stretching the corners of your face until they were sore.

The only good thing about him was that he respected your boundaries. To a point. 

When he cornered you in a storage closet, all hot and bothered for who knows why, he listened when you told him not to go too far. He was left pushing his hands in your shirt only high enough to stroke and grope your stomach. And, of course, leave hickies up and down your neck.

It was in these moments, that he let you see his emotions, the stoic expression replaced by something so loving and so disturbing. His eyes were soft, but dark with something you couldn’t place. It was close to lust, but that wasn’t it. Obsession seemed to fit better than anything else.

Considering Iwaizumi barely gave you time to breathe, you felt that you may just be right on the money. 

The first time he kissed you, it was in the school hallway, filled with curious onlookers. You watched as his lips grew closer and closer, but you were frozen in place, unable to even move your face away. It was short and sweet, more of a peck than anything.

The rest of the kisses were hot and heavy in the storage closets, as though he was hoping you’d say yes to less innocent activities. It would be a cold day in hell before you accepted that offer.

He still treated you like a princess, as though he could somehow still be your knight in shining armor after all he’d done to you. There were moments- times when you were both alone, when he would gaze at you with a faraway look, as though he felt bad about what he’d done to you.

Guilty that he’d turned you into this living husk.

You would never forgive him. Not even if he got on his knees and begged you, tears running down his cheeks.

Your eyes glazed over as Iwaizumi wrapped you up in a hug after another Seijoh victory. You went limp in his arms, refusing to reciprocate. He either didn’t notice or he didn’t care.

He leaned back and studied your expression for a moment, before something akin to guilt flashed through his eyes and his mouth parted in the beginning of a “sorry”.

Then, it was gone as soon as it appeared.

“Let me walk you home.”

It’s not a question. It never is.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime

[eclairia-monarch]

Being Seijoh’s manager HC

bruh OVA broke me (will write for it on a later date, maybe?)

warning: long HC because I can.

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a group of certified simps. (n˘v˘•)b starting to believe that is one of the criteria

whatever you do, they are there to say you did a good job and treat you like the rightful princess of the blue castle

you first joined Seijoh boy's VBC as the manager in your first year after being nicely approached by a third year, saying they really require a manager because the club was getting so big and they needed someone to actually assist their coaches in wrangling the more energetic bunch

the entire club just loves how well you pay attention to each and every member, regular or not. you even went and pick up basic medical skills for their sake

but it's because you know how it feels when no one pays attention to you so you did your best for your new friends

in turn, they took care of you to the best of their abilities

hungry? the captain orders his guys to buy food for you

cold? best believe you get a handful of jackets on top of your own

someone made you sad? volleyball club has now become a fight club. just say the name, princess [y/n]! ||☆FIGHT☆||´Д`*)9

Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki and yourself became inseparable. they are your FOC bodyguards knights

every year, the current captain would express their gratitude for sticking around for so long and forced the next group of boys to listen to you well

pls, for the love of god, don't leave. no one is able to do as much of a good job at being a manager aside from you because all they got were applicants from fans of Oikawa every time

you were amazing at handling the fan girls and most respected you enough to try and be quiet so as to not disturb the training because you will dead-ass throw them out if they annoyed any of the players

by the time you became a third year, they were practically lovestruck and in love with you. like in L O V E

they listen to you so well and never question you in any way because you do everything in their best interest

oh and the volleyball fight club tradition continues. but because the regulars are always training, the fight club is now being taken care of by the other third years like Shido and Yuda ( ｡+ ･`ω･´)

yes, even they will fight those who wronged you

similar to Karasuno, the team doesn't necessary worry about guys hitting on you when they went for matches because the words "AOBA JOHSAI" protect you very well.

like guys can only stare and remain 3 metres away from you

but they still assign a bodyguard or 10 when you head off anywhere

usually it would be Shido or Watari. y'know, the normal ones?

overdramatic captain's order

firstly is Oikawa. he's always lingering around you. the usual flirtatious nature never works on you since you guys are classmates. he figures you just like him as is and he slowly fell in love with you because you two shared a genuine bond

doesn't realised he is in love with you for the longest time though because all these while, he dated other girls just because they were ♡( ◡‿◡ ) pretty. and they confessed first so he just accepts.

"because i am ✨nice✨" he claims

you are the one that cheers him up after every break up and he is quick to get back on his feet with just a few words and a comforting hug

when he finally realised it, he never made the first move BECAUSE HE'S NEVER HAD TO

remained quiet about his feelings for you because he was afraid of losing you, and just grew more and more needy for attention

loves your head pats, it energised him the entire day

turns into a whole puppy when you gift him anything

loves to call you "princess" or "my [y/n]" over other nicknames

chooses you over any other girls any time of the day! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

just pout, he’ll come running

he doesn't like it when you speak to other guys in a friendlier manner than you do with him

will hide his jealousy with strong teasing, using it as an excuse to hug you or just have you in his arms

he is very observant of you and even from a mile away, he knows exactly what you need

before you could even feel your tummy growling, he is already dangling your favourite light snack in your face

an obvious simp who thinks he is slick

as for Iwaizumi, the ace is always flustered by you, having developed a crush on you since the first year but similar to Oikawa, he never confesses to you because he just wants to maintain this comfortable space between you two right now

totally will confess out of the blue if his heart is going to explode tho 川￣д￣川

pls stop being so precious for his poor heart sake, [y/n] dear

super protective of you and will make make sure you are always dressed warmly. even walks you home after practice since both of you stay a few streets away

any guys touching you will think twice the moment they saw Iwaizumi's arms around you with that menacing glare

won't hesitate to throw hands

but you always hold his hands back and reminded him that his pretty hands are precious and needs to be taken care of to play volleyball well

iwaizumi.exe has stopped working ◘_◘

FIX HIM-

he loves it when you gently pat the top of his head, and you love it too - because it is surprisingly soft - even if it meant you have to tip toe to do so, 'cause why is he 179 cm???

if you ever need a hug when you are just in a bad mood? he is the one! will bring you out for Agedashi Tofu ˘ڡ˘ and ramen after practice!

will always remind the team to not make things difficult for you, especially Oikawa

always has a smile on his face whenever he speaks to you for some reason, even when he is boiling with anger

never lashes out on you, ever

he takes it out on Oikawa, even if that brunette is innocent

a whipped, husband material simp

Hanamaki looks out for you but most of the time he teases you to no end just to watch you have a tiny adorable implosion and chase him around

jokes on him 'cause Mattsun is a two face traitor and will capture him for his crush, aka, you

“kick him where the sun don’t shine, [y/n]!”

“no- wait- MATTSUN LET ME GO-”

“On it!”

you just give a light jab to Maki’s chest, no serious physical harm

harm to their hearts, maybe (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

these two will randomly pick you up by your biceps and just

S W I N G S you in circles just to hear you panic shriek

will you kill them? no but you will most definitely pretend to be upset and stomp off

Mattsun and Maki will treat you to something nice, don't worry

will totally take tons of selfies with you and send it to Oikawa because he has to babysit Takeru whilst these two get to hang out with you

will give playful kisses on your cheeks or the back of your hand, especially in front of Oikawa and Iwaizumi just to rile them out

but Mattsun and Maki both secretly enjoy your shock face too

ey can't blame them for your mochi cheeks okay (@•ω•@)

plus Mattsun secretly loves that he got to kiss you the most

Maki totally supports his bestest bro, but that’s doesn’t mean Maki will stop teasing you so be prepared

monthly sleepover at yours and have fort building contests

Oikawa vs you guys 90% of the time

this year's first years are chill and listen to you very well because they were all ✨STARSTRUCK✨ with your dazzling smile

at the beginning, Kindaichi was so shy with you around at the start because he never had to worry about impressing a female when playing

"yes! no!" is the usual respond to you so good luck deciphering that

he is just so kind and offers to help with anything! need help folding towels? need help filling up dozens of water bottles? need help carrying the gym bags? he will do it without any complains!

you warn him not to learn bad things from Yahaba. need to look out for your little prince y'know

you accidentally made him cried once because you said "you are a kind child" and boi broke down and told you about his middle school days because he was guilty about what happened between him and Kageyama

HE IS A SENSITIVE SOUL OKAY

Kunimi became your favourite junior because he just look like a docile cat. he also likes you the best out of the entire club and will train just a tad harder if you say so

in return, he wants you to give him a loooooooong head pat

he also smiles a lot around you. just sitting next to you is enough for this boi

he will bring you your favourite snacks or beverage along with Kindaichi because he knows you use a lot of energy for their sake

if he really exerts himself, you just let him rest on your lap whilst you tally up your notes

here comes Oikawa whining about how you show favouritism to Kunimi and wants to fight for your lap

Iwaizumi will spike Oikawa in the head and drag him away by his collar because Kunimi legit fell asleep (boi worked extra hard that day for you)

now the second year that you are the closest to is Watari because he is the most normal of the bunch

you need normalcy in life to function in this club okay

Yahaba? that shallow guy? yeah he is fun to talk to but sometimes you just have to laugh him off when he tries too hard to get your attention

but that doesn't mean he isn't serious about having feelings for you. still, he wouldn't fight over a girl with his seniors

Yahaba is the most attentive to you out of the entire second year cohort, and will chase away any unwanted guys in school if you aren't with any of his upperclassmen

just give him that head pat he is so envious of, he will be eternally grateful

now the problem laid with Kyotani

when he first joined, you could already tell he was going to be the toughest to work with

you did your best to get him to work better with the team but no matter how much hard work you put in, nothing seemed to work

and he just suddenly stopped showing up

you felt so unmotivated the next day. the dark energy around you brought down the team's mood too and they got worried

the team thought you were so shattered to the point of quitting when you didn't show up the next day, and caused Oikawa to commence pandemonium and wide spread panic before you showed up an hour later with a smile

you promised Kyotani to not exposed that he was doing self training elsewhere, so that secret was safe all the way until he came back

he was a little grateful for that, but it didn't mean he was happy to see you were still around when he finally came back

"what's this? the third years' still around? i figured they'd be gone by now after losing in the interhigh prelims."

*cue the third years ready to fight*

"and this weak-will manager is still around? you can't even get them to win, shouldn't you go study for your damn college or something?"

*cue the first and second year holding the third years back"

you never took it to heart, fully expected words of hostility when Kyotani returns so it spooked him when you smiled at him, just like how he was wary of Oikawa

but do you know how Kyotani became obedient?

well it all began like this...

spring high was approaching in just a few weeks time so the team was putting in extra effort in their spikes and block for today's training

as usual, you were off to the side with your notebook, jotting down what else needs to be improved but because you were so lost in your own world, the stray canon spike that Kyotani executed slammed into your head

ever felt a cannonball fired into your face? ask Luffy to fire one in your face from Merry yeah, now you know

the bloody screams from the gym, i tell ya, B E D L A M

Oikawa was screaming at the top of his lungs about how Kyotani needed to be returned to the pound like??? hello??

Iwaizumi was already yelling and threatening Kyotani's regular position for hurting you with such an uncontrolled spike

Mattsun and Maki ran up to you like sonic, turning pale at the sight of crimson blood pouring out both side of your nostrils and seeping into your shirt

looked like you got stabbed, if they had to be honest about how messed up you looked

the coaches quelled the fuss and scolded every one for acting like it was the end of the world - they didn't want you to get stressed out by looking at this unneeded chaos

you were mildly shocked, of course, since in your entire career managing the volleyball team, not even one ball flew your direction. the team always made sure to stop when you were close by

you assured the team that you were fine because it wasn't the first time you had nose bleed, not realising you had actually hit your head against the wall

Matsukawa immediately carried you to the infirmary

safe to say you weren't allow back into the gym and was sent back home by the other third years

ever since that incident, Kyotani made sure he was a set amount of distance away from you and whenever he practice his spikes, he had to consciously look around

might grumble a thanks to you when you hand him his bottle and a clean towel

will never admit it but you are actually very pretty up close. the fact that you are so forgiving about him hurting you causes fluttering in his stomach

will growl at any guys that walk too close to you, including Oikawa

when the third years finally step down, the amount of gifts you received from everyone was immeseaurable

like you carried a mountain back home

a giant handwritten card with everyone's heartfelt messages and thanks to you, and praying that you will get into the next school of your choice

overall, you are a manager that manages to win over anyone and everyone with enough time because a charming princess will always have her way (✿◠ᴗ◠)

#HAIKYŪ!! #HAIKYUU!! #HAIKYU X READER #HAIKYUU MANAGER #aoba josai x reader #seijoh #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #kyotani kentaro #yahaba shigeru #kindaichi yūtarō #kunimi akira #haikyuu manager headcanon

[emptykitkat]

Low key writing an iwaoisuga fanfic in which modern day 29 year old elementary school teacher accidentally breaks a thousand year old spell sealing away the demon king and his knight and now he feels morally obligated to watch over them because Oikawa is 100% down to destroy humanity for sealing him away and Iwaizumi might just let him because he’s kinda pissed too, and Suga doesn’t want that to happen. Luckily after 1000 years Oikawa’s powers are coming back slowly so Suga has time to convince him to not kill everyone and wow them both with the concept of a grocery store.

#iwaoisuga #sugawara koushi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #oisuga #iwasuga #IwaOi #Iwaizumi ends up working at the grocery store because he is so fancinated by it #he ends up working the deli counter and absolutely loves it #also this was inspired by a Steven universe song because ahskdjjee Oikawa becoming fascinated with modern humans #he’s so back and forth like ‘I want to destroy them or conquer them and be a demon king again’ but also ‘Suga cute hehe’

[seijorhi]

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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