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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: Bet Me || domming the Seijoh Grads

a/n: anon who gave me this idea, I thought FOREVER about how to execute this and I just like- this happened while taking a shower ok. Iwa had it coming to him being the alpha dog

word count: 2.7k

tags: dom!reader, group sex (mmmmf), established relationship (on Oikawa’s end), bondage, handjob, slight degradation, edging, cockwarming, ruined orgasm, masturbation (male), oral( male and female), rimjob, cucking, male on male (penetration +oral), anal creampie, cocky Oikawa, brat taming Iwa, slightly dacraphilia, safe word mention (unused) petnames, uh probably something else but c’mon its fucking smut, unedited

character(s): Oikawa Tooru (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq) Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) Issei Matsukawa (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Tooru ran his mouth like a bullet train.

No one took him seriously when he toted about how amazing you were. Claiming you to be the best. Which, to Iwa’s, Makki’s and Mattsun’s surprise, that was notably a lot coming from the ladies man himself. Tooru’s taste in women came like his coffee order did, sweet and sweeter. So when the man came sporting some glamorous little bruises on his torso. Well, that lead to a bit of a bet.

“This won’t work.” Iwa scoffed at the idea, nearly rolling his eyes out of his head when the last bit of rope was secure, “She can’t do it since Shittykawa is just a wimp of course he cums easily!”

“You gonna bet me for that huh baby?” Standing above the man who was now tied at your feet seemed to leave you in a pretty domineering position now over him. Iwa wouldn’t give it up though. He was certain you couldn’t edge him until he cried.

If Iwa cried, then the bet was in your favor. Makki and Mattsun would without a doubt bow to your ability. Seeing though as no one had bested their friend since high school, neither of them saw much potential besides maybe a fun circle jerk out of this. Tooru on the other hand was nearly vibrating out of his own skin with excitement for the occasion.

“You’re gonna eat those words you know Iwa!” Tooru grinning. His best friend really had no idea what he was in store for. And he wasn’t going to tell him either.

Rolling your eyes you wave your boyfriend away and kneel down in front of the bulky athletic trainer. Searching his face. Paying almost no attention to his half a hard on even now, and you simply smile at him, “No kissing. And the safe word is teal, yeah?”

Iwa rolled his eye once more, “Yeah ok.”

Mattsun and Makki elbowed each other with a bit of a giggle between the two of them. They didn’t think you could do it but were certainly glad to not be in Iwa’s shoes. Only arms tired behind his back, Iwa was left in a precarious position when your hand ghosted over his cock.

Feathery touch of your fingertips down his thick shaft and Iwa scoffed. An offhanded comment about if that was the best you got then you should just jerk him off. Instead you let his words fall on deaf ears. Smiling as you took your hand away. Earning all eyes on you as you reached for what was simply a regular bottle of lube.

Drizzling it over Iwa’s cock until it ran down his shaft and between his balls to drip on the ground at his feet. You really had everyone’s attention now that his cock was slimy with lube and untouched. The peanut gallery snickered. Tooru said something in a husky mumble. But it was clear all three men were beginning to palm themselves through their pants. Iwa on the other hand, held firm that this would just be another handjob.

Which in reality you suppose it was. Your work slow and methodical. Wasn’t long before you realized Iwa was enjoying himself. Fingers dancing up and down his cock. The squelch of the lube when you squeezed his tip. Watching him roll his head back and savor the simple movement. Really besides his arms being tied behind his back this was all about to end like a normal handjob.

That was, until the first stringy bits of precum dripped from Iwa’s cock.

“Fuck- Right there-” His low guttural moan.

Indulgent and self centered. Iwa was about to cum and not a tear in sight. Even Makki and Mattsun who now shamelessly were jerking themselves off weren’t surprised by the outcome. But like he knew something they didn’t, Tooru had his hands off himself. Completely. Only those brown eyes set forward and fixated on your hands like he was waiting for you to do something.

“You gonna cum baby?” Your fingers working magic up and down his cock.

Iwa nodded. He wasn’t even paying attention. The handjob was hot but all eyes on him while he was going to win seemed to fuel him even more. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Carefully you watched until his balls tightened and then you did it. Exactly what Tooru knew you’d do.

Hand smashed to the top of Iwa’s cock before he could say anything. Your strokes stopped completely. Replaced by a firm grip and your opposing hand feverishly rubbing your palm in circles over his slit. Iwa had no time to react. The overstim right into too much making his entire body twitch and convulse. He doubled over but could not escape. The bindings he strained against didn’t give way. And your hand didn’t stop with it’s cruel motions. Nothing he did could make him escape the pins and needles of pleasure cascading through his body on overdrive.

“Give up? Too much baby? Huh you not gonna cum? Baby wanted to cum though. Where’s all that big boy talk now, Hajime?” Your words sweet in tone and evil in context. Iwa was coming undone in front of everyone he knew. Makki and Mattsun had stopped stroking themselves entirely. Wide eyed at the sight as Tooru was giggling and palming himself finally to his slight relief. His queen was going to win the bet. He just knew you would.

“-‘s much-” Iwa croaked, body trembling under your touch.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Your hand only slick with precum and the lube off his cock, “Come now, I wanna see all your sweet milk spill out~ Won’t you do that for me Hajime?”

Iwa grunted, bucked his hips and gritted his teeth. His orgasm was being forcibly taken from him but still not a tear to spare. As he twitched and shifted his hips up he was certain this would come crashing into an orgasm. Building quicker and quicker by the passing second. He forgot to care if everyone around him was even jerking off to the sight of him anymore. Iwa gasped just when his orgasm was tipping to no return.

“That’s enough.”

Iwa gasped. Mattsun and Makki gasped. Tooru giggled.

Your hand completely removed from Iwa’s cock. All men witnessed the cruelest thing to date. Iwa’s cock bouncing, in desperation, with one exact bead of white cum oozing from his slit. You just ruined Iwaizumi’s orgasm and they all watched you do it.

“No! Don’t stop! Idiot! K-Keep doing it! Keep moving I- I just- I wanna cum!!” Iwa’s pleas fell from his mouth. Ending with his voice cracking as his orgasm tightened around him but just wouldn’t be released. You sat smug in front of him and when his voice cracked he knew it was all over.

You won.

“Shit....” Mattsun mumbled, fixated on Iwa’s poor cock standing so abused and hard.

“Man....that’s....wow.” Makki, still grabbing at his cock, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Told you guys so~” Tooru sung your praise more than happy to see both his friends adamant that what they saw wasn’t something they wished on anyone. Especially themselves.

“So.” You stood up, hand covered in slickness mixed with Iwa’s precum and looked at Mattsun and Makki, “Anyone else think I’m a liar?”

Quickly they shook their heads.

“Good.” You smiled sweetly. Fixing to pull your panties off right away and throw them between Iwa’s legs still bound in front of you. On full display the natural juices clinging to your thighs with how wet you’d gotten on this little bet. So now you figured no one was going to argue with you, it was your turn for some relief, “Makki, come here.”

Eyes wide he looked at Tooru. Who grinned and nodded for him to do as you said.

Sheepish of the same treatment. He knew a bet was a bet. Undoubtedly you were proclaimed alpha and did as you asked.

“Sit for me yeah?” You point across from Iwa.

Makki swallowed hard but listened. He didn’t want the same outcome as Iwa. When he’d sat down you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your ass, “Lick me up a little. I don’t wanna sit on your cock this wet.”

Obediently Makki liked this outcome much more. His tongue swiping over your thighs and lapping at your juices with no questions asked. If he heard you right, sitting on his cock was next in line.

“Tooru baby,” You cooed at your boyfriend, “Mattsun looks awfully hard. Maybe you should take care of him?”

While you pulled Makki’s face into you more, letting him lick you clean in front of Iwa. You take pride in seeing how well your boyfriend drops to his knees to take his friends cock. Mattsun certainly as big as some of the toys you make sweet Tooru gag on. It’s within no time that he has him down his throat. Brown eyes looking up at Mattsun as his cheeks hollow out and he goes to town sucking him like a good boy. Allowing you to enjoy yourself a bit more.

“Alright thank you, Makki,” You pull his face away, coated in your juices and a bit of a dazed look. Adding to the bliss on the man’s face when you finally seat yourself on his cock. Makki’s hands going right to your hips, “Ah ah ah, don’t move. Unless you wanna end up like Iwa huh?”

“Y-Yes ma’am-” Makki stutters with the right amount of fear not to try you on it. Iwa is still left bound in front of you with his cock head purple and aching as it twitches against the air for some kind of relief.

When you wiggle yourself comfortably on Makki’s cock. Moaning softly and spreading your legs so Iwa can see his friend’s cock buried inside you. You click your tongue at Iwa to make him look at you.

Drawing a finger up your slit and teasing your own clit, you smile at Iwa, “Bet you wish you hadn’t lost huh? Wishing you were stuffing my cunny with that cock right about now? Instead, only seeing sweet Makki stretch me out and how hard my clit is. Bet I could cum like this. On his cock that is.”

Iwa licked his lips. How desperate he was to cum. You were absolutely right, Iwa desperately wanted to be Makki, “.....please.”

“Please what?” You asked, reaching your wet fingers back to stuff in Makki’s mouth, “Suck baby.”

Makki listened well. Tongue washing over your fingers to eat your juices up as he relished the feeling of his cock inside you after all this. He wasn’t about to screw this up.

Hanging his head low Iwa internalized his growl and finally spoke up, “....please...let me taste you.”

“That’s a good boy,” You use your foot to tilt his head up towards you. Making him face you but when that smile widened Iwa’s stomach tightened, “But first, Tooru~”

Popping his lips off Mattsun’s cock, your boyfriend turned towards you. Seeing you motion him over. Tooru hated to leave what he was doing but was more curious about what you could want.

“Love, do you think you could take Mattsun?” You ask sweetly.

Tooru blushed at the idea, “I mean...yeah...with a little prep I could-”

“Say no more,” You wave his words away and look to Iwa, “Prep him for me will you baby?”

Giddy at the idea. Tooru didn’t waste anytime getting on his knees. Hips pushed back towards Iwa and Tooru bringing his face inches from your core. Not allowed to taste you but where he could vividly see Makki’s cock stuffed in you.

Perhaps it was the grogginess of a ruined orgasm. Or the fact he was desperate to cum at this point. But there was no hesitation when Iwa pressed his tongue against Tooru. Earning a lewd moan from his best friend that fueled him. Finding himself so hard at the idea of Tooru pressing back on his face as Iwa tongued him.

“Mmm there, does Iwa’s tongue feel good love?” You caress his face as your free hand plays with your clit. Makki not moving as you ordered but his hands certainly didn’t seem to count as he groped and fondled your breast.

“S-So good-” Tooru moaned. His labored breathing and cock hanging between his legs as Iwa ate him out was a beautiful sight. One that wouldn’t last long though.

“Can you take Mattsun now?” You asked sweetly of him. Tooru nodded. He didn’t want to lose Iwa’s tongue but he knew the next thing would be better. So you looked to Mattsun with an inquisitive look.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mattsun ready to stuff his cock in anything a this point.

You watched in pure bliss as you saw Tooru straddle his friend like he did you so often. Instead of sliding down on a toy though. You watched Mattsun’s enormous cock disappear in his ass. Tooru’s stomach tensing until he relaxed and the brown haired man sighed in relief.

“Feel good?” You asked the both of them.

Hardly a response though as Mattsun and Tooru ended up in their own little world. Fucking only mere feet from you. Makki’s cock buried in you as you lazily played with your clit. Leaving Iwa out of it.

“Please...” He stooped as low as to beg, “...Please let me taste at least.”

Feeling generous and like it would be a nice change. You indulge him. Allowing Iwa to finally get a little something even though he was the loser.

“Make me cum before Mattsun fills Tooru and I’ll let you cockwarm next time~”

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. Diving between your legs to find your clit instantly. His tongue working overtime as you leaned back into Makki. Making the man hold you and catching his lips. He was a good boy who wasn’t moving so kissing him was the least you could do.

As instructed Iwa was an expert with his tongue. Giving your clit all of his attention. Sadly thought he wasn’t privy to winning this either. Glancing over at the other two soon assure you of that. The way Mattsun gripped Tooru’s hips. Cum drooling out of Tooru’s cock for lord only knows how long now. And the way Mattsun’s brows pinched in the middle and hips stalled meant Iwa lost once more.

Unsurprisingly the two men had to catch their breath. Mattsun pulling out and a flood of cum following. Tooru being a good boy when you told him not to waste any and he scooped up Mattsun’s cum and pushed it back inside himself. Fingering himself as Iwa’s tongue began doing the trick when your hand found his hair and your grip tightened.

First a wonderful little tickle until finally you were leaning back into Makki groaning with a shudder. No real movement save for the ripple of your cushiony cunt walls around his cock. After all this Makki wasn’t going to complain. Even as Iwa’s tongue glided over his shaft a few times in desperation to keep you cumming on his tongue.

Neither men cared when your orgasm was in full swing. Your cunt tightening around Makki until he had no choice but to double over into you. Holding you tight as his cock throbbed inside you and his balls emptied every last drop of cum into your well deserving pussy. Even Iwa not caring as he did his job to ride out your orgasm and some of Makki’s excess cum drooling out around him and Iwa licking it up like a good boy. Focused on your hand in his hair until he knew he’d done his job when your grip slowly loosened and finally released him completely.

Satisfied but not letting Makki go anywhere just yet. Which he didn’t mind. Tooru crawled over to you. Kissing you with the faint taste of Mattsun’s cock on his lips and certainly his cum still dripping down his inner thighs. Tooru smiled against you before nuzzling his face against yours.

“Aye wait-” Iwa, still the only one who hadn’t came yet, huffed and looked around.

No one said a thing. Makki spared you a look by hiding his face in your neck like Tooru. Mattsun looked your way and didn’t say anything to his friend. And Tooru simply kept kissing your neck without a care. None of them were going to go against your wishes making you smile at Iwa, “Well, maybe next time you’ll know better than to bet against me now won’t you?”

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chil2de · 3 years

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that one scene from csm but make it my favourite haikyuu characters

aka: you give them the lollipop you were eating

featuring: miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, tendou satori

atsumu

“that’s nasty as shit”

“y’all still eat those?” atsumu sneers, slumping down on the bench beside you. he slings his arm over you to set down the drink he got for you. from your peripherals, you watch him screw open a bottle of water before chugging half the contents.

“what do you mean still? you’re acting like you were born three decades ago. have you ever even had one?”

“why would i eat one? it’ll be gone in like a minute” he scoffs, screwing the lid back on.

“that’s ‘cause you’re one of those psychopaths who bite straight into it. you’re supposed to wait for it to dissolve in your m—“

“wait for it to do what?”

“huh? dissolve in your m—“

you turn your attention towards atsumu’s stifled laughter.

“you’re tryin’ so hard to not say ‘suck’ and it’s fuckin’ killing me” he snorts, eyebrows raising in amusement.

“are you a child?” you sneer, gritting your teeth a little into the candy.

“i ain’t got a lollipop in my mouth”

“that’s why ‘samu’s the better twin.” you hum. when atsumu’s mouth rolls into an ‘o’ you take the opportunity to plunge the lollipop into his mouth, relishing the way surprise paints him.

for a second, your thumb lingers on his bottom lip. his eyelids are still blown with shock before he tucks the lollipop away, delicacy audibly knocking against his teeth.

“cute.” you hum, pulling atsumu’s bottom lip down. he jams his lips closed, shooting you daggers in the process. it only fuels you more when he’s left in a pout but his eyes shriek bloody murder.

“shut the hell up, asshole.”

osamu

“i mean..”

“here. you wanted this one, right?” osamu opens the grocery bag, rummaging through the contents before leaning over the passenger seat to give you your lollipop.

you lean back over to him, planting a small kiss onto his cheek before murmuring a soft thank you against his skin.

“oh! you got the melon one, too! i heard they’re good.” you hum, working the wrapper off as osamu drives the key into the exhaust.

“probably tastes like melon.” he laughs with a puff of exhaled air.

“you didn’t get one for yourself?” you inquire, turning to face osamu as he leans one arm behind your seat- peering out behind him to back out of the parking lot.

“one of..?” he trails, attention clearly elsewhere for a second.

“the lollipop. you wanna try?”

“(y/n), i don’t want your cooties.” osamu hums in amusement, yet continues to pop his mouth open whilst he’s still facing you. having not tried the lollipop yourself, you quickly give it a few swipes before letting osamu taste it.

“tastes like melon.” he agrees, humming thoughtfully as he straightens himself to face forward.

“right? it’s kinda weird, like there’s an aftertaste.”

“there’s a few extras in the bag, you wanna try those too?”

suna

“thanks.”

you sling your arm over your bed, digging and thrashing around for your phone until it falls within your reach. even though suna’s a room away, instead of using your voice, you decide to send him a message. you can even hear the faint buzz and ring of his phone going off in the distance.

it’s a beat, two, three until you can hear rustling ring in the air; followed by the faint pitter patter of suna’s footsteps.

when the door opens, he pops his head through with a look of disgruntlement evident on him.

“are you mute?” he sighs, glancing around to try to figure out what you want before you get a chance to speak.

you grab the lollipop from your mouth, sticking it out in front of you.

“i don’t wanna eat it anymore.”

suna slumps off of the door, taking a few steps forward to extend his hand before taking the candy from you.

“i’ll throw it away for you, doll.” he hums flatly, ghosting a smirk on his lips as he listens to your clamor and turmoil at the newfound information.

subsequently, when suna settles back down at his desk, he sends you a snap. the picture includes him holding the stick at an angle so that you can see the bulge of the lollipop against his skin, ornating his cheek in a small ‘o’. moreover, the caption reads “gotem😎”

sakusa

“no.”

sakusa raises an eyebrow incredulously at your morbid proposal, features scrunching into mutiny underneath his mask.

“give it here. i’m throwing it away.” he tilts his digits in a ‘come here’ motion, beckoning for you to hand the lollipop over.

“kiyoomiiii! it won’t kill you!” you guffaw, hesitantly handing over the candy in betrayal. he shoots you a sideways glare, carefully covering the lollipop up with the original wrapper it came in.

“but we’ve kis—“

“—how am i supposed to know that you’re not carrying a disease?” sakusa refutes, warning you to not cause a scene in front of his team mates. if they caught wind that he even allowed you to touch his hand, let alone kiss him, he’s sure that he’ll never hear the end of it.

later that day, as you swing by the gymnasium to catch the end of sakusa’s practice, you spot him halfway across the court- resting on a bench.

with every step forwards, your eyes focus on the foreign object that pokes out of his mouth. it’s a white lollipop stick, the same one you’d given him earlier.

you raise a finger in rebuttal, tone sneering.

“is that—“

he grabs the lollipop, motioning it towards you.

“why? you want it back?”

iwaizumi

“couldn’t you have bought another one?”

“iwa-chaaaan! how are your blood sugar levels?”

“iwa-chan?” his face scrunches, clearly disappointed and a little agitated over the downgrade in his pet name. whatever happened to babe? baby? haji, even? he’s not necessarily thrilled that you’re talking to him at the same level oikawa does.

“huh? you good?” you wave your hand out, fanning it in front of iwaizumi’s face to catch his attention.

“yeah, what? i don’t know. i don’t check it.” he huffs momentarily.

iwaizumi’s quick to spot the lollipop sitting in your mouth, tucked away in your cheek so that you can speak properly. you can already see the suspicion crawling onto him, and unfortunately he’s half a step further than you.

“don’t you have another one?” iwaizumi sighs, refusing to meet the puppy eyes that make his heart strings pull.

“why? don’t wanna share with me?” you grin, securing the stick in place so that he can’t grab ahold of it.

“really? you’re not gonna share it with me now?”

before you’re able to start a game of tug of war, iwaizumi steals the candy by yanking it out of your mouth and swiftly taking it for him to taste.

“what the hell?” his features bundle up into disgust and his gaze locks with yours. you can’t help the slight giggles that threaten to spill past your lips.

“you got the orange one? that’s nasty.” iwaizumi mumbles, twirling the lollipop in his mouth as though he might become accustomed to the taste.

“so? no one’s forcing you to eat it. spit it out or throw it away.”

“no way.”

tendou

“ehh? you really wanna share it?”

from across the assortment of candy jars that lay in front of him, tendou leans over the counter. he creases his brow in concentration, as though he’s plotting his next move to win a checkmate in chess. in fact, he’s just trying his best to pick what snacks to stockpile for when he’s cuddling with you later.

tendou’s face contorts into disgust and he hisses a low tut when his eyes lay upon the untouched container of black liquorice. he moves his slender fingers towards said container, analysing the amount of content inside.

“satori? you like black liquorice? it’s okay, i won’t tell anyone.” you sneer, digging your elbow into tendou’s side. he uncoils from the jar as though he’s just touched a hot pan.

“eh? do i look like someone who likes black liquorice?” he raises an eyebrow, setting the container back down before grabbing something else and stuffing it into a paper bag.

“i mean.. yeah? you were just fondling black liquorice?”

“whaaaat? there’s some things that i like fondling, but black liquorice ain’t one of them.” tendou hums, snapping his head back to look at you in his peripherals. you send another jab to his side, apologising profusely to the employee for his inappropriate comment.

“satori!” you guffaw, watching the smug grin tilt onto him whilst you’re left speeding away from him out of embarrassment. tendou only reaches his hand out and stops you short by the arm, assertively yet carefully dragging you back to walk alongside him.

“you can’t just say that in public!”

“say what?” he cocks his head, blowing his eyelids open with curiosity. you watch his lips descend into that cute little pout and you’ve almost lost your mind already.

“oh? but i didn’t specify what i was talking about, did i? you’re so diiiirtyyyyy~”

“shut up! whatever— anyways, what’d you get?” you grit your teeth, turning your face away from him.

you can feel tendou’s cold fingertips grasp your chin. he tilts you forward, other hand dipping a green lollipop into your mouth.

“here! this is for you, angel~”

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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this will be so much fun!!!

OKAY SOOO I’LL DO SOME OF MY FAVES FOR THIS ONE OKAY?

(repost bc it took too much time to write this to not show up in the tags numbers of failed attempts: 2 )

warnings: I guess slight nsfw and me being tipsy while writing this , all characters are 18+

characters: Kurro, Akaashi, Kenma, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Atsumu, Sakusa

masterlist

HC The boys find out their crush is a cam girl / has an onlyfans account

Kuroo

AYT NOW LISTEN

it was late at night and he couldn’t sleep so ... there is one thing he hasn't tried yet...

now he’s on some popular cam girl website and scrolling through the different cams

then he stops

this one girl seems familiar

he clicks on it and

JACKPOT ?! its YOU ??? HIS CRUSH ???!

but OMG. he had the best night of his life sweety

but still.. he will now definitely ask you out on a date tomorrow.

after seeing your beautiful body and the way you moan and move

HONEY NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO SEE THIS AGAIN

other than that he probably thinks it’s hot af that you are a cam girl

I mean Kuroo aka pornstar

he loves the fact that you the sweetheart for anyone else but could be the pornstar just for him

smug af the next day he sees you from afar

shy af the second you come over

Akaashi

HE DID NOT OPEN THIS TAB OKAY

he did tho but HE DID NOT OKAY?

OKAY!

so anyway - his browser magically opened his one website

and he just hear someone talk

he recognised the voice but - NO... this can’t be you right?

yeah jokes on him

he chocked on his on salvia when you walk in the view of the camera wearing nothing but some sexy black lingerie

GURL. BITCH THOUGHT YOU WERE A BABY?!

but now he knows you aren't

you definitely aren't

but he now wants you to be his babygirl

and he wants to look away.. but he can’t

soooooo ..... yeah. he had some fun that night

wasn’t sure how to look into your eyes the next time he saw you tho

Kenma

he did not find you

Kuroo did

and yes he immediately sent him the link with a voice memo of him basically just screaming

the said link lent to an onlyfans account

despite the fake user name, he instantly recognises the birth mark on your arm

yes the many times he watched you when you all were out with friends made him recognise this stuff

so did he pay to see the rest of the pictures and videos?

yes.

was he embarrassed?

oh hell yes.

was he still enjoying it?

yes.

is he now able to look into your eyes?

no.

Kuroo has to do all the magic to make him speak to you now - because you are, despite the account you got, still a shy bean who can’t talk to her crush

Oikawa

screams in the middle of the goddamn night

you - you just brought him chocolate a few hours ago?

and now your stripping in front of him? I mean you don't know that he's watching since you just do it in front of the cam

his little oik-oik is growing

he thought you were innocent?

will sent the link to IWA-CHAN

with a “LOOK AT MY CRUSH OMG”

after your lingerie is off and you took out a toy he sent another message

“WAIT NO DONT LOOK AT HER”

he will be all cocky tho when he sees you the next time

you walk up to him, saying a cute and shy “hello” and he’s just

“you haven’t been this shy last night”

you panic and run away which results in him panicking running after you screaming apologises

Bokuto

He is hyped

OMG

Poor Akaashi will probably know about all of this too

he has so much fun watching you online - imagining that you are here with him at this moment doing all of this just for him

which you secretly do since you’re also imagine him watching this

will open this website more often the following days then he would admit

i’m not sinning that much to actually write down the stuff that’s going on in his head

the next time he sees you

he does question if it was really you who he saw online

you are nothing like the girl he saw there

SOOOOOOO he straight up ask you

“hey y/n !!! are you (your username)” he smiles and tilts his head

you just black out

Ushijima

again poor baby

Tendou and Semi told him to visit this site - hot farmers advice

this baby thought he’d actually learn something he could tell you - his crush - since you recently TOLD HIM that you try to grow some tomatoes

but when the site finished loading

HE WAS NOT EXPECTING TO SEE YOU ON THERE

with nothing less than lingerie, an oversized plaid shirt AND a straw hat

you’re on all fours and the way you move and moan and talk to the camera

he wasn't really taking note of where his hand is wandering rn

soon after, you are now without a bra, he finds himself rock hard

the next day you tell him about your tomatoes WHICH ARE GROWING (!!!) he gets red af and just leaves

you look confused at a laughing Semi and Tendou rolling on the floor

Iwaizumi

he usually doesn’t do this stuff... but... it was some time until he got some

and he just wants you - so he doesn't want to hook up with some random girl

you’re pure and innocent and he accepts this and will wait for you too feel comfy enough so he can ask you out on a date

anyways he’s at this random website

and switches trough the channels to find someone he likes

and he chocks.

THIS CANT BE

YOU

he actually was about to text Oikawa but then stopped because Oikawa

he starred at the screen not even blinking

his hand is moving so fast

and all the things you say and the way you tease your viewers

omg

hny

he really wants to fuck some manners in you okay?!

awkward af the next day he sees you tho

yes talking about blushing IWA-CHAN

Osamu

his Laptop was broken

so he used Atsumu’s

WHO left this tab open

he let out a small scream, his normally stoic face falling

WHY ARE YOU NAKED ON HIS BROTHERS LAPTOP

now he sees that it’s an only fans

WHY IS HIS BROTHER PAYING TO SEE HIS CRUSH NAKED

but hey.. Atsumu’s not home... and he told him it’s okay to use his laptop..

a few minutes later he’s already worked up watching your beautiful body, his eyes following every movement of yours

he can’t really comprehend that you are the same girl that always comes to his shop, always stuttering and nervous while talking to him?

BUT HELL WAS HE ENJOYING IT

and those pictures of you in this maid uniform.

OH AND IS THIS CHOCOLATE ON YOUR BOOBIES

his imagination went wild

“OY i see you’re enjoying my present?” - Atsumu came back home

Atsumu

I mean it’s canon that he watches porn and is paying for some cam girls right?

so he’s looking for some now that look more like you - his crush.

someone cute and innocent

Gosh he loves it how easily you get flustered when he flirts with you

this one looks promising he thinks

and hell was it promising

it was you

surprise surprise

he was blushing for a whole minute baby

THAT ASS ?!

how tf have you hid that all the time?

SO many dirty thoughts

SOOOO MANY

will def call Osamu to his room

after he finished this lil problem down there obviously

Osamu is grossed out - he thought you are cool and now he can’t look at you the same way

Atsumu tho - wont get that much sleep that night, your body and all the thing’s he’d do to you circling in his head keeping him up

is Atsumu enjoying this way too much the next day he sees you? Obviously YES

he will walk up to you, flirting, and when he’s about to leave he adds

“How about you skip todays stream and put on a show just for me?”

Sakusa

IT. WAS. NOT. HIS. IDEA.

Ratsumu sent him a link

our poor boy thought it was about volleyball and not something so dirty

he was CLEANING HIS ROOM WHEN HE OPEND IT

with the cleaning product you suggested to him

and now he sees you on his phone also cleaning

but with - with NOTHING ON ?!

he dopes the products and sits down on his bed - he knew you are beautiful but damn.. this hits different.

you with some MR. PROPER and WINDEX

PUHHH his fantasy is running wild WILD now that he sees you.. move .. and cleaning some of your toys and well

.... he needs to change the sheets and cleans again afterwards

ok so the next day... Atsumu already told you that he knows about your dirty little secret and that he sent it Sakusa to “help you two ”

Sakusa came and looked at you disgusted “You're dirty even tho you’re cleaning? that wasn't the way you’re supposed to uses those items.” he adds

“Then make me pure again?” you return ( @tendouthighs about Sakusa) “- and show me how to properly use them”

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu requests #atsumu x reader #kuroo x reader #sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader

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iwach4n · 4 years

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Teams Being Protective Of Manager Reader

happy birthday @ronnie-but-no <33333 ilysm babie hope you have a great day mwah mwah <3333

shiratorizawa aren’t overly protective of you. they look out for you but they won’t actively try to scare off anyone who tries to talk to you

thing is, they don’t even need to. they’re intimidating enough with the combination of their reputation and just the way they look that people are hesitant about approaching you

however, if you’re ever in an uncomfortable situation, the boys are on it immediately. you’re their precious manager, and they truly appreciate everything you do for them, so they’d never let anything happen to you

the first time someone tried to hit on you at a tournament and wouldn’t take no for an answer, they all pretty much surrounded the guy, not even getting to say much before he bolted

but by crowding him, they also crowded you, and that you seemed a bit overwhelmed by it no matter how much you loved your boys. this lead to a very serious club room discussion about what they should do if it ever happens again

they end up with a very specific system that they follow - goshiki and tendou take turns getting you out of there, 9/10 times by picking you up and carrying you away. they don’t even try to get the guy to back off, they’re just physically removing you (and also showing off that they’re strong)

“nope. not happening. not today.”

the rest of them stand at a distance and stare at the guy, glaring daggers

it’s all very specific and detailed. the ones standing to the side even have a set formation for maximum intimidation.

they’d never tell you about it though, because some of them (shirabu) think its embarrassing, but they still know it like the back of their hands and always stick to it

they always try to make sure to brighten your mood after as well, whether it be through stupid puns or lightly ruffling your hair

i can see taichi just booping your nose when you’re brought over to them with a stoic expression. i can see it.

the seijoh boys are stupidly protective over you. oikawa’s the most obnoxious about it (you have to tell him to stop it every time, and he only listens for about ten minutes)

if anyone tries to flirt with you, oikawa is instantly draped over you, agreeing with whatever they were saying with the fakest smile

“yeah, our manager is pretty cute, right? too bad for you that she’s ours - she’s off limits, sorry~”

iwa’s actually the most serious about protecting you, even if he keeps it quiet. if anyone approaches you he is instantly on guard and keeping an annoyingly close eye on them

if anyone’s making you uncomfortable, he won’t hesitate to step between you and pull you away, completely ignoring anything the person has to say about it

but if someone’s being really gross? or god forbid an ex shows up? the whole team’s going in

they can be pretty intimidating when they want to be, considering they’re all pretty tall and can get Serious, especially when it comes to their precious manager

kyoutani Will get physically violent, but only if you’re not watching. he doesn’t want you to be scared of him, but he’s not against punching someone for you (if you are around, he’ll settle for intimidating glares)

mattsun and makki will sometimes pretend to be your boyfriends to get you out of there. they always wing it, and if they ever end up doing it at the same time, they’ll just roll with it and pretend you’re polyamorous. they also continue to jokingly call you babe afterwards to cheer you up

kunimi just stares threateningly from a distance. he’s sitting on the floor and the person talking to you makes the mistake of glancing over at him and making eye contact. now they can’t keep looking back over to see if he’s looked away. he never has. it’s disconcerting and they find an excuse to leave so he’ll stop

kindaichi is just ridiculously tall (mans taller than bloody ushijima) and thats enough. he always gets confused as to how he intimidates them coz he doesn’t really try but it works

johzenji getting protective is like 90% just terushima getting jealous

if someone’s flirting with you he’s putting a stop to it, but if they’re actually succeeding he hates it more somehow

he’ll just insert himself between you and the person you’re talking to and start flirting with you instead. if the person gets mad at him, he’ll just pull the fact that you’re johzenji’s manager, not theirs

“sorry pal, were you saying something to our manager?”

he’s just mad that he can’t get girls even though he tries so hard and the one he’s actually kind of close to is getting flirted with, like if it didn’t work for him it’s not allowed to work for anyone else

gets to the point where if he sees you talking to anyone around your age, he’s getting in the way of it on instinct

“you know, i don’t think i’ve told you how hot you look today” “yuuji, can you let me talk to my brother please”

usually, the rest of the team doesn’t really get involved unless you’re visibly uncomfortable

but then, they’re dragging you away like a small herd of dogs. they act like the person isn’t even there, pretending there’s some very important manager thing you need to do right this second

they’re very loud and there’s a lot of them so the person doesn’t even get a chance to argue.

they’re pretty feral honestly i feel like they might bark at the person sometimes

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyu #haikyu!!#shiratorizawa #aoba johsai #johzenji #shiratorizawa x reader #aoba johsai x reader #johzenji x reader #seijoh #seijoh x reader #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #anime #manga #fanfiction #x reader

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scandeniall · 3 years

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always forever

Always Forever

pairing: rnb singer!iwaizumi x f!reader (technically its gn until the very end though)

summary/warnings: Iwaizumi asks his fwb to be in his new music video basically/aged up as the normal, fwb dynamics?, implied nsfw (aka asking to come over later), cursing, pretty tame tbh

Music video is Always forever // bryson tiller

a/n: this is 3k words of me wanting to start an rnb series and this stemmed from the headcanons i had started working on where i said “asks u to be in his mv”

“Are you guys nervous?” The question has a teasing nature to it which causes both you and Iwaizumi to look up from your respective phones to be met with Oikawa’s amusement.

“I think the video came out well. I am the one who produced it after all,”

Oikawa was met with a scoff from you and an unamused look from the man beside you. “I think I also did a really good job with casting didn’t I?” You don’t miss the mischief in his eyes as he looks between the two of you. You’re heard mumbling something about him being annoying before stating that you needed to go to pee. The door to the small studio closes with a click before Oikawa takes what was your place. The spot on the couch right next to Iwaizumi. “When are you gonna ask (Y/N) out?”

“When are you going to learn to mind your own business,” the words come out with a sigh, but the slight redness that creeps up Iwazumi’s neck isn’t missed by his friend.

“I’m just trying to help my dear friends out,” he waves off. “You’re about to drop a music video where you��re making out with (Y/N), which by the way you two looked awfully comfortable doing.” The suspicion in his voice isn’t missed and the reaction, or lack thereof, by Iwaizumi causes the brunette's eyes to widen in disbelief. “What the fuck—when did- is that why you wanted (Y/N) in the video,” “Will you keep it down.” This time iwaizumi groans before covering his face with his hands. “We’ve been weird for a few months now” he ignores the shock on his friends face. “When you came up with the concept, I don't know my mind just automatically drifted.” It took a moment for the shock to wear off before Oikawa speaks back up. “Are you two dating? What else have you been keeping from me. Your best friend might I add” “Would you shut up. We’re not dating it’s just-“ “That’s even worse,” Oikawa scoffs. “Not only do you keep the fact that you’re hooking up with (Y/N) a secret for who knows how long, but you’re not even dating to soften the wound.” He easily dodges the shove aimed at him by getting up. You’d be back soon and he figured he’d move back to his spot in the chair. Especially now. “You know Iwa, the two of you had chemistry. I’m sure I won't be the only one who picks up on that.”

— — — — — — — — “Iwa say something fun for once so (Y/N) can actually look like they wanna be here. We’re gonna reshoot that moment.” At the call from Oikawa you let out a laugh, head instinctively falling on Iwaizumi’s chest. “And Y/N, run your finger across his lip or something. You two are so stiff” “He’s not funny.” You can feel the words vibrate through his chest as you sit up a bit. As you do, you feel the way his finger shifts from your clothed back to the bare skin under the T-shirt. “You gotta admit he is sometimes,” you laugh out. “But he’s right. Come on Haiji, loosen up. This is for your first single off your long awaited album,” you exclaim sitting up fully now on the mattress. Iwaizumi can’t help but smile at the lilt in your voice before following suit. When he asked you to be the love interest in his music video you were kind of shocked. Sure, being friends with several musicians you’d been in your share of music videos. But never as a lead or a love interest. He’d asked you one night as he was heading home from a recording session. You’d stopped by after work seeing several of your friends there (working or just messing around, who knows). Everyone else had headed home for the night and he casually bought it up. “Hey Y/N?” The sound of his voice stopped you as you began heading to the door, Iwazumi trailing behind. You hummed a bread acknowledgement before turning to face the man. “What’s up?” Your eyes furrowed in concern. Something was off about him. He almost seemed nervous but you couldn’t be sure. “I chose the first single off the new album. Always Forever.” The news was a surprise to you. He’d been grappling between a few songs off the future release for a few weeks now, confiding in you several times about not knowing what to pick. He hadn’t told you that he finally decided on a track. “Oikawa came up with a video concept like the next day too-“ he was stalling. Something he only did when he was nervous. The speed at which your friend who had directed and produced several music videos for Iwazumi in the past peeked your interest. “I need a love interest and i was wondering if you’d be cool with it,” the words came out rushed and low but you still picked up on it and you felt your heart flutter for a moment. He was nervous. Nervous to ask you to be in his video. Your answer came embarrassingly quick yet you ignored it and played it off. “Of course. You got anyone else in mind for the video?” “It’s just us.” “Oh.” And after that a flurry of scheduling, planning, costuming and more you were ready to go. You were currently shooting the first of several bedroom scenes. This particular one had you clad in just a T-shirt and pretty tight shorts, halfway cuddled onto Iwaizumi the two of you faux conversing. “Hey just relax. We've been close before-“ “Not in front of a camera,” Iwaizumi groans, flopping back on the bed. The warmth on the bare skin of your back has you looking at him eyebrows raised. “No ones paying attention to us right now. Besides, they wouldn’t be able to tell.” You feel his hand slide up and down your back careful not to drag the fabric of your shirt up. You don’t miss the way he eyes you blatantly checking you out. “You look really good. “Just wait to you see the look for that scene” And it didn’t disappoint. The minute Iwaizumi saw you step onto the set he was speechless. Of course this was the outfit he’d be kissing you in. “I look good don’t I? Yachi did it again,” you give a quick spin in the outfit. The orange silky fabric hugged you in all the right ways and looked as if it was made only for you. “Wow.” It was the only thing he’d said causing you to laugh. He’d thought that Oikawa had been exaggerating when he teased that you were going to look good hot in the video, because you always looked amazing to him. He made a mental note to fuss at his friend later for not giving him a heads up that you’d be looking like that. “Like it,” you question, pushing him back towards the bed prop. You were vaguely aware of Oikawa telling you to get in place and we’re only helping Iwaizumi out. The grip on your wrist had you stopping. “You look amazing,” you felt your confidence skyrocket as he eyed you. That and your heart flutter at the subtle caress against the underside of your wrist. It took for one obnoxious whistle by the director to break him out of his trance. Good thing too because he almost acted in a way that would’ve shown everyone there that the two of you were more than just friends. You couldn't help but laugh at the scowl sent Oikawa’s way.

The two of you made your way onto the mattress and you let Iwaizumi get settled first. This particular scene had you straddling him and the reality of having to do so was finally hitting you. You're thankful for the set commotion going on around you—it means Iwaizumi’s tease isn’t heard by anyone else. “Nervous? Not like it’s your first time doing this.” Its enough to break the nerves that had started to form as you take his outstretched hand to help you up.

“No wandering hands,” you whisper once you're finally settled, his eyes immediately catching yours. You don’t miss the way his breath catches for only a moment as you shift lightly across his lap before your hands find their way to his chest.

“I could tell you the same thing” His hands find their way onto either of your thighs giving the slightest squeeze.

“I hope you know I’m coming over tonight.” This causes him to laugh and you can’t help but smile back.” He jokes that he was already planning on that before you two are taken out of the little bubble you’d found yourselves into.

“Remember you two have to kiss. Build it up slow. Put all that sexual tension you’ve got going to good use.” Your eyes widen quickly shifting to the man underneath you to gauge his reaction to Oikawa's words. He offers you the finest nod, an apology before flicking his friend off ignoring his “just saying Iwa,” before telling them to start the music.

The track is so loud you could feel the bass practically through your body. You listen for the cue as your lean down face hovering over his. You're thankful for the moments before the camera rolls as it allows Iwaizumi to calm the nerves that had started growing again. “You ok?” Despite nodding, he saw right through you.

His response is to guide one of your hands to his face, discreetly placing a kiss on your palm. “Relax. Pretend it’s just us. Just me and you. Can you do that.” You feel the hand not facing the camera offering comforting rubs along your leg before nodding. The part of the song nears closer as you lean in, lips ghosting his. “Good.”

Little did you know the part right before had been recorded as well. As soon as your cue hit your lips here on his. Moving as if you’d done this a million times rather than 1. The kiss started out as slow, lips moving hesitantly due to your awareness that you were in fact on camera. You’d pulled back just the tiniest bit almost ready to ask if that were good before Iwaizumi quickly stopped you. “Relax baby,” before pressing his lips back to yours. The words sent several emotions through you. He’d never called you that before. Yet it was enough to shake the hesitation. You allowed yourself to get loss in the kiss and in the way he smiled against your lips. You were vaguely aware of Oikawa yelling out praises and more instruction.

“Keep your hand right there (YN)!” “Soften the grip just a little” “Wait Iwa let Y/N take the lead”

You pulled away when the need to breathe overcame you. Your eyes locked on his now shiny lips, a quiet apology escaping you.

The sound of footsteps quickly approaching you forced you to slide yourself off his lap and onto the edge of the bed instead. “Well that was—hot. Now I’m gonna need you two to do it again. I want to try a different angle”

— — — — — — —

It’d been two hours since the music video dropped and you had to shut your phone off while you were at work. You’d been getting tagged in dozens of tweets. Fans of Iwaizumi are either speculating ‘I just knew (YN) was dating someone. You’re not friends with that many musicians and can’t not be’ or complaining that their fav was in a relationship or could’ve done better, or better yet that he was still dating Oikawa and they weren’t ready to go public. You haven't spoken to Iwaizumi since the night before when you saw the final version, edits and all before he dropped you off.

You sigh in relief when you see the time and that you could finally go to lunch. Turning your phone on, you clock out and scroll through the notifications on your phone. A few from friends, congratulating the video or suggestive emojis with question marks. The only one that stands out are three texts from Iwaizumi

You take lunch at 12:30 right?

Coming by with food

Hey, whenever you’re out I’m parked out back. Far end of the lot.

Despite your surprise you send a text confirming that you were on the way before heading out.

“What did I do to earn lunch from the Iwaizumi Hajime? Famous singer and wet dream to many.” It’s the first thing you say when you see him. He’d reached over to open the door and you hadn’t even gotten in yet. You only laugh at the look he shoots at you, knowing it was fake annoyance as he told you to just get in the car.

“Congrats on the single. And the video,”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” You watch as he reaches in the bag to pull out a takeaway bag from one of your favorite spots. “So I brought you lunch. Figured I’d treat you for being in the video.” You gratefully take the container offering a thanks and follow his lead as he scoots his seat back. He almost looks as if he wanted to say something else but decided against it, instead turning on the aux. You’re aware of the way his eyes keep falling on you as you eat and it has a feeling of unease settling in.

“You gonna eat or keep staring at me?” The words come out quieter than you wanted them to and you mentally curse yourself for it. He mumbles an awkward sorry which has you shifting uncomfortably in the seat. Something was up. You finish your lunch unusually fast. Maybe it was due to the way you forced your focus onto the meal rather than the strange tension that had settled in the air. The sound of Iwaizumi clearing his throat has you looking back at him and you suddenly find yourself annoyed at the dark sunglasses covering his eyes and thoughts.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something. But I figured I’d let you eat first just in case we ran out of time.” He motions for you to hand him your trash before moving the bag out the way. The way he nervously knots the bag does nothing to settle your own thoughts. “It’s about the video, well kind of”

“Do people hate it?” Your voice comes out disappointed. Not because of people’s thoughts of you, but you knew how much this song meant to him. He chose it as the single for a reason and wanted it to be the start of releasing his favorite album yet. You’d heard about how late he got back from the studio, and even witnessed some of his writing sessions for it and the intensity, care and passion that went into each song.

“I haven't been online much today but from what I’ve seen they like it. But that’s not what I mean. I kinda wanted to talk about us.”

“Oh”

“Yeah,” he sighs before removing his sunglasses to face you. “Oikawa knows about us messing around. He found out yesterday when you went to the bathroom. Said we had chemistry and he put two and two together.” He rushes the words out but you’re still able to understand. “Listen, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want him to like blabber it to you. Sometimes I hate how smart he is.”

You let out the tiniest laugh. “Dude why were you so nervous to tell me that Oiks knows were sleeping together.” Suddenly all the tension that had been building seemingly cleared. “Like you said. He’s smart. I’m surprised it’s taken this long.” You watch as he considers your words before agreeing.

“He told me that others would be able to pick up on our chemistry. Mattsun and Makki both texted me about the video so I guess he was right.” This time you agree. You’d gotten your own texts from mutual friends. Friends who should’ve been focused on their tours overseas rather than your love life. You’d have to remember to text Kuroo back later.

“Speaking of that. There’s one more thing I wanted to say. Actually it’s why i came down here.” You watch as he turns down the radio completely before grabbing at one of your hands. “I haven't slept with anyone else since you and everyone was right. We do have chemistry and I like you.”

“Are you asking me out,” your hand tightens slightly around his before he nods.

“I’m asking you to be my girlfriend, if that’s ok with you? We already made out on camera, it’ll be really awkward if you say no,” he teases. He could already tell by the way your eyes lit up. He also may have gotten a confirmation from a friend that you were into him too.

“Skipping the dating stage? How bold of you. But I guess I’m gonna have to say yes. I like you too. But now you have to write a song about me.” It’s you that leans in first but he’s quick to follow his handling coming to rest on your cheek. His next words have you pausing and pulling away right before your tips touched his, much to his annoyance.

“Already done that. Several times”

“Wait are you serious,” his lips come to meet your cheek as you avoid him yet again. “What songs.”

“Can we talk about this later. I kinda want to kiss my girlfriend before she has to go back to work.” His eyes shift towards the clock and you see that it’s almost time for you to head back.

“Come on just one song Haiji.”

“Kiss first. Song second,” he sighs in compromise, pulling your face back towards him. You roll your eyes before agreeing, placing your lips on his. Unfortunately for him your phone's alarm goes off signaling it was time for you to head back. You can’t help but laugh at the way Iwaizumi groans in annoyance. “See now it’s time for you to go,” he scolds before pressing a quick peck against your lips. Then a second and third before pulling back for good. “Can I come over tonight?”

“Not unless you tell me a song.” Your hand creeps towards the door handle as he stays silent. “I’m leavingggg. You got 15 seconds.” You mentally start counting down as you put more and more pressure on the door handle. Right as you reach 1 he speaks.

“Learn Ya is about you. Now I’ll see you tonight.” With that he gently pushes you out the car, rolling the window down as you start walking back. “Have a good day.”

a/n: now listen idk what this is or if it even makes sense. all i know is that i wanted to be both bryson and lani and didnt know who i was more jealous of. and iwa gives me bryson vibes. also wrote this over several days little by little and did not read in its entirety so who knows if it even makes sense. I also think i wanna do a whole rnb boy series so yeah

im thinking suna next but also big sean and jhene dropped the body language video just hours ago and the ideas are....swimming. might fit suna bc i dont see him as the best rapper like sean but makes hits anyways

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #hq headcanons #iwaizumi x you

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pepperful-qt · 4 years

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hi can u write smth on like headcanons on what type of person would tsukki tendou iwaizumi and kenma crush on 👁👄👁

ooh funfun. this is something i do a lot for characters i write about to make the reader character realistic, so this is right up my alley :3 this focuses primarily on personality rather than physical types (with a small exception)

*just a heads up, this is LONG

the type of person they crush on w/ Tsukishima, Tendou, Iwaizumi, & Kenma

*****

Tsukishima

for Tsukki it wouldn’t necessarily be someone exactly like him, but they’d have definite similarities

they’d earn his respect before they’d get his heart

hands down this person needs to have a thick skin. i think generally Tsukki doesn’t outright insult or harshly tease (like with Hinata & Kags) the people he really cares about or has affection for (look at his relationship with Yamaguchi), but he is blunt and sometimes unintentionally snaps or is just straight up mean

if someone is easily affected by that, it’s a no go, sorry

not to say they couldn’t get their feelings hurt, and he would feel bad especially if his crush had already developed, but initially there would need to be a resistance or retort to that kind of thing. they’d understand that his words come from a place of both honesty and care, and any lashing out is just a result of stress and unresolved emotion

yeah he’d be attracted to intelligence and wit

part of me just thinks he enjoys mental stimulation and someone who can make him think not only piques his interest in the person but also makes him enjoy and look forward to spending time with them

at the same time, being able to enjoy comfortable silence is important too

and wit. he’d definitely tease someone he has a crush on though and i’ll tell you why

he has two goals: get them flustered or get them to smile/laugh genuinely

he’d love someone that can tease back, and makes him work for a reaction

and--this is important--makes him smile and laugh

speaks fluent sarcasm

not a pushover, and not afraid to call him out when he goes too far

they probably have weird habits or specific tastes or something, which he picks up on as the perceptive guy he is occasionally he uses them as fodder for teasing

they’d be someone with layers ha shrek or with personas they switch between easily, like going from sweet to stone-faced roaster

to tack onto the mental stimulation, you know how Yachi said Tsukki treats everything logically and approaches his blocking like a difficult test question? to an extent the same would apply to that person

he’d be figuring out how they tick, what makes them laugh, etc, and in the process of that it turns into a different kind of interest

it takes him a bit to figure out why exactly he likes seeing their smile or spending time with them, or why he cares so much

a certain subtle air of confidence

i think Tsukki would appreciate music taste

someone who is caring and generous, but doesn’t make a big deal out of it

they’d quietly offer help to a classmate if they noticed they’re struggling, or bring back an extra drink for him from the vending machine like it’s the most casual thing in the world

someone that cares about themselves, but not obsessed with themselves

to quote a favorite song of mine: sweet with a mean streak (not mean really, but not afraid to bite back)

* * *

Tendou

simply put, it wouldn’t be any average person

there would be something about the person that initially caught his eye, something unique that makes them stand out just a little

examples of this could be: a sharp tongue, a book or manga they always have on their desk, a keychain, dyed hair, wearing headphones all the time (he wonders what they’re listening to)

these would be things that make him interested and start paying attention to the person, eventually even striking up a conversation

in terms of personality, I think he’d enjoy someone with a sense of humor. obviously we know he can get along with most people regardless of that (ushijima) even if not everyone understands him, but someone that isn’t thrown off by his dramatic personality and responds in kind would definitely excites him

he likes to chatter, so a good listener and/or someone that’s a good conversationalist would be great tbh

and i’ll just say it, if this person is a manga/anime fan, or just knowledgeable on pop culture in general immediate bonus points. shared passions are great

an acknowledging smile or greeting, especially before they’re acquainted, actually goes a long way bc he has a history of being shunned and mocked by his peers. just that simple kindness which is unfortunate that not treating someone like that would be seen as kind is really important to him before he realizes it

a huge thing i think for him is feeling comfortable being himself around them. that itself allows him to be more open with his emotions and actually develop a crush

so going back to humor and a teasing relationship, it would need to be the type that doesn’t insult things like looks or anything like that. he has a history of insecurity that is still probably present, even if he’s mostly dealt with it, but again, being comfortable is huge. tasteful and dumbass humor only

someone who’s not afraid to say what’s on their mind. he appreciates that kind of directness, and finds it entertaining to an extent

there’s also a certain unpredictability and spontaneity with this person that keeps him on his toes and excites him. he loves a challenge

he’d love someone who shamelessly compliments him. truthfully it’s a bit of an ego thing, but in a specific way:

for Tendou, volleyball is his safe haven. that’s where he grew his confidence and skill and made his friends, so it feels nice for him to have someone appreciate the things he’s good at and cares about when he’s worked so hard for it

and he loves looking and feeling cool, and being showered in compliments is a great confidence booster heyhey seratonin

he’d love to make them laugh

if they compliment something like his looks, humor, passion, etc that will always really touch his heart. he’d brush it off with an “i know right~?” but in reality he’s freaking out because those are important parts of his self that have really been ignored or unrecognized by most people

this person would become another safe haven where he feels accepted and confident, and genuinely enjoys being around <3

* * *

Iwaizumi

the first thing i thought of for Iwa is someone authentic

a person who is true to themselves and the people around them

he despises fake people. those types were usually the ones always confessing to Oikawa or improving themselves for him. he just thinks it’s wrong

a nice laugh. i don’t mean pretty and refined necessarily, but one that is genuine and contagious and unforced

maybe it is a naturally pretty or refined laugh, but what matters is that it’s a laugh that is theirs, not for anyone else. that’s what’s attractive to him and makes his heart speed up when he hears it

a person who is thoughtful, considerate, and compassionate. like Tsukishima, he appreciates the quiet type of kindness

but he finds it amusing when they get just a little flustered when another person points it out

another little thing, but he’d probably find someone who’s a bad flirter absolutely adorable

he’d appreciate someone emotionally intelligent and perceptive

this is a person that is usually aware of how others are feeling and is able to adjust themselves to be the most effective in that situation

for example, they can adjust their own behavior to make someone feeling nervous at ease or defuse an angry person getting out of hand

this means their advice and comments are taken much better

tbh i could see him liking someone both reserved or incredibly expressive

so they could be the type that’s an extroverted hard-to-hate ball of sunshine, or a calm individual who’s respected and whose presence is appreciated by everyone

either way, he’d notice it

this is really the exception to the ‘disliking fake people’ thing

and he’s a hot-headed, tough-love kind of guy. his caring nature is often hidden behind that behavior

so he’d admire that kind of social ability and understanding

another thing that i immediately thought of for what he’s attracted to: passion and ambition

what their passion is is less important than the fire in their eyes when the topic comes up, or they talk about their aspirations and huge, sometimes unattainable goals

this doesn’t mean they have their life figured out, but they care both about the future and living in the moment

this is just a hunch, but he’d probably be more inclined to like an athlete or someone that takes care of their body and physical conditioning

someone who challenges him to be better. someone who understands what it means to be proud and understanding your own imperfections at the same time

a vocal supporter

whether it’s yelling his name from the stands when he makes a spike, or encouraging him to follow his passions after high school, or bragging about him to their friends, having someone unapologetically express their belief in him just makes his heart soar

but really, he likes someone who can cheer him on and tell it like it is when he needs it. he’s a pretty tough cookie so he doesn’t mind bluntness (actually prefers it)

i see him liking someone who can surprise him too

the kind of person to hit him up at midnight to go for a drive under the stars or have a dance party in the park to music from a bluetooth speaker

a passionate, authentic, and level-headed adventurer

* * *

Kenma

i’ve written so much Kenma recently lots of these traits are probably obvious lmao

first things first, he just needs to be able to vibe with them

it sounds obvious, but it’s really important. just being able to exist and not feel pressure to be someone he’s not is huge

another boy who loves comfortable silence, or someone who can talk and not mind him being minimally responsive sometimes because he is listening he’s just quiet

he’s an actions>words type of person though

so if they ask about his passions and actually show interest in him that’s great, and he notices, but following through is even better

examples: remembering his favorite flavors, engaging in conversation about the game he’s playing then the next day asking if he beat that level he was stuck on, asking how the tournament went when he mentioned how tired he was from consecutive preparatory practices the week before

things that show they do pay attention, and they do care

someone who looks out for him

this comes in many forms: bringing him a drink and snack bc you know he’s been up all night binging a new game and is probably dehydrated and hungry, or gently guiding him by the arm when he’s got his nose in his game and would definitely walk into traffic, or taking over in a conversation when they recognize he’s just hit his social quota

again, actions>words

along with this interest in him, trying to playfully get him to smile or get a reaction out of him would be annoying at first, but eventually would get him more and more flustered

sound contradictory to what i said before about him needing to feel not pressured? it is a little bit. he doesn’t get it either

really it’s the fact that this person wants to show the way he already feels

okay like Tendou, i feel like i have to say that if they play games or at least are knowledgeable about them, or even want to learn about them, it’s immediate bonus points

it’s one of his two loves. they don’t even have to be good at games as long as they can engage or listen to his rant about the history of a series or how the game mechanics differ between two different platformers and why one may be considered smoother gameplay, but it’s actually more restrictive--

you get it

someone who just casually checks in. “how are you doing?” then moves on and doesn’t make a big deal, but will listen if he needs to vent

like Iwa, he likes someone who’s straightforward and genuine

and like Tendou, there’s something about them that is unique that he latches onto

needs someone “interesting” that always brings some new experience

like Tsukki, he likes mental stimulation why do i keep using the others as examples lmao

they need to have a sense of humor. may surprise you, but he is bffs with Kuroo, and someone witty is someone who’s interesting

he’s always got a lot on his mind, he’s always thinking

they’d need to be someone he feels comfortable conversing with and sharing his thoughts with, and is a good and responsive listener

some sort of intellectual capability

when he gets to the point where he actually seeks out their company, he starts to realize his feelings

and when he does, he’ll feel more nervous initiating interaction (afraid he’ll say or do something wrong)

they need to be someone who will take the initiative and seek him out too, and that would only intensify his crush

*****

this turned into more of a character analysis,, oops?

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fairy 🥺 perhaps .... some (step)daddy iwa crumbs ???? daddy haji is always so nice and sweet to you, paying attention to you like no other family member ever has so you decide to repay him by doing anything he wants to do with you but daddy haji insists that its wrong but why does he keep touching you in a way that makes you feel so warm and needy 🥺

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tw (step)daddy, manipulation/reader is v naive dummy

“Alright, time for bed, you’ve been staying up too late for this whole week. C’mon,” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, still wet from the after-workout shower. There’s never much room for discussion when Iwaizumi says things like this, but it’s the gentle look he gives you that reminds you he’s doing this for your own good. Sometimes you deserve to be talked to like a fussy child, truth be told.

“But I’m so tired,” you mumble, shifting more into the chair to stay slung over it. “I don’t want to go upstairs, I’ll just sleep here.” At that he immediately huffs, walking over to brush your hair away from your face, hazel green irises searching yours.

“Stop acting silly. Come here, little one, you gotta go upstairs.”

“Don’t want to,” you huff, turning your face away from him and closing your eyes. “Everything hurts.” You don’t have to remind him it’s mainly his fault that you’re hurting, muscles sore and body exhausted. So he clicks his tongue, grabbing your hands and putting them on his shoulders.

“Fine, I’ll carry you, little miss whiny. Now listen to daddy and at least stand up.” You whimper when he tugs at your arms, but push yourself off the chair, clinging to his shoulders when he leans down and picks you up against his body with a deep breath, shifting your weight into him. “You’re such a baby sometimes.”

“Just want daddy to take care of me,” you mumble back, resting your face against his neck as you play with his hair, being carried to your room. He puts you down and under the blankets, before going to the bathroom to bring back cotton pads to clean off the last of your make-up, running through your routine too easily. It’s almost embarrassing how often this has happened before, but you’ve fallen asleep on your books more times than you can count, and it’s always been Hajime who takes it upon himself to help you. You think he takes some sort of pride in it, being the reliable one. “Thank you,” you sink into the blankets more when his hands leave your face.

After a few moments of silence, be hums. “You’re welcome.” He pets your head a few times, before cleaning everything and moving away to leave you alone.

“Can you cuddle with me?” you breathe before he even reaches the door, cracking your eyes open enough to watch the look he gives you. Curious, careful, he glances back into the hall for a second. Then back at you, and he frowns.

“Your mom will be here in an hour or so, I can ask her to—”

“No, only want daddy to,” you say, and though his frown stays on you know you’ll get what you want when he takes a few steps back toward you. “It’s been so long since you cuddled with me. Can we do it again?” It’s paired with a pout, and the brunet takes a deep breath as he kneels before you besides the bed, pushing the blankets down enough for him to brush his fingers past your neck and shoulders, over the dip of your collar bones and lower.

“You didn’t tell anyone?” You shake your head, blinking up at him as he trails his hands in careful patterns over your flimsy pyjama top, before slipping under it to paw at the underside of your tits. It makes your heartbeat spike, but you don’t say anything, because you don’t want his hands to leave. “You like daddy’s cuddles better than anyone else’s?” Again you reply so quickly, and he takes a deep breath, taking his hand from under your top to pull his shirt over his head, letting you see his muscular body in the low light. At your questioning look, he smiles. “I’ll get too hot under your mountain of blankets if I don’t. It’s okay, right?”

After thinking it over, you nod. He gets onto the bed and over so he can slip into the blankets, giving you shivers from anticipation and the chill of the air. With just a few tugs he has you molded into him, arms around your waist and lips at your ear, and the soft breaths instantly make you relax. He shuffles around every few seconds behind you, pressing closer into you. After a few seconds where you try to calm your raging heart and will yourself to sleep, he mumbles softly, hand moving over your thigh. “You’re sleeping in these shorts, hm?” He picks at the edge of them.

“Yeah, why?” you say, cracking an eye open to look down your bodies. You can see the moving touch of his hand under the blanket, as it slips into the waistband and finds more fabric, humming.

“Sleeping in shorts and tight underwear is bad for your body, y’know. It can cut off circulation.” You swallow. Daddy’s always known so much more than you, you never even knew that to be a thing. But as you think it over, your cheeks heat up at the image, and you wiggle a little closer to him for comfort. His body is hot against yours, every place where skin meets skin enough to have you mellowing in his hold.

“Oh— w-well… should I take them off?” He makes a little noise, but doesn’t answer you completely. However, who are you to say any different? Daddy’s a personal trainer, that’s a medical profession of sorts, right? You don’t know better than he does, you’re more than aware of that. “I-It’s kind of embarrassing, though.”

“Is it?” he asks, before shifting his other hand a bit lower on your body to pull your waist flush with his again. “How about we both take them off then, would that help? If daddy’s doing it too there’s nothing to be flustered about, right?” You don’t really get the time to think it over before he sighs softly, moving his hands away from you to himself. “Here, I’ll go first.” You can feel some shuffling and the movements of his legs as he pushes down his shorts and boxers, getting them down to his feet. “There.” Then his hands are back on you, leaving some room to allow you to do the same.

So though you feel increasingly flushed by the second you follow his lead, carefully hooking your thumbs under both waistbands to push them down your legs, shuffling them off by kicking your legs until they end up at your feet. Then you roll back closer to his body, and press your legs together. He breathes a soft chuckle into your hair. “Isn’t that much better?”

“Yes.” You’re pulled back against him by your hips, before his hands slide over your thighs, leaving you with goosebumps. But it’s the press between your legs that has you shifting, though he grunts in displeasure when you move to get up again. So you stay in place for a moment, feeling the warmth of his cock pressed up against the inside of your thigh, and your body starts feeling weird where it’s touching. And it’s hard against you, though the skin is just as soft, it’s so— weird. You rub your thighs together and shift again in his embrace, before you take a deep breath and just say it. “Daddy, why is… your thing… like that? It’s pushing against me.”

He’s quiet. Then he suddenly pushes himself on one arm to look at you, and shifts his hips closer. It pushes into the soft skin of your thighs, and your body feels hot too. But the tilt of his head has you staring at him with wide eyes. “Why is it hard, you mean?” he asks, and you nod. As if to comfort you a little, his fingers trace circles into the inside of your thigh. “Ah- that just happens sometimes for men. I’m sure you’ve heard it before, that guys can get erections.” He presses a kiss to your temple, but then gets back against you, and now his cock is slotted between your legs even more and pushing up against your cunny, as it twitches. Automatically your hand moves between your legs to feel, but you hesitate when the press of your thighs makes him groan.

“Daddy?”

He quickly recovers, free hand grabbing yours to bring it back where you were, mumbling. “It’s alright to touch it, little one.” He bucks his hips against yours, and you clench around nothing when your wetness starts feeling unbearable, still hovering your hand at your thighs. “Go ahead, I don’t mind. Just— be careful with your nails.” You listen and touch up against him, and daddy grunts when your fingertips find the warm tip of his cock. You move down more to grab at him in between your legs, squeezing softly. The soft sounds of his breathing are so nice, it makes your hairs stand on end. So you go back to the head and rub your palm over it, and Iwa grunts louder. “Ahh, wait. I shouldn’t—”

His hand comes to around your wrist to still your motions, and you immediately do in surprise. But he ruts his hips in between your legs a few times, then pushes his lips against the side of your neck. His grip loosens, and his chest pushes up against your back with each breath. “Fuck, can you-” he motions your hand over his cock then, moving it in and out between your legs. Each time the head of his cock slides into your fist, he shudders a little. “-Like that. Hnm- shit. Daddy’s sorry, baby. Just feels so good.”

Feels good? You push back a little against his waist, and move your hand back more, squeezing just enough to have him speeding up his rhythm more, as he mumbles your name and pulls his arm from underneath you to tangle his fingers in your hair. “Fuck- you enjoying that, pretty girl?”

“Want to make daddy happy,” you say, squeaking when he grabs your hair tight to pull your head back. Holding you by your hair, hand keeping a tight on your hip, he pushes it against you. “Aw, daddy, that hurts.” He loosens his grip, but just a little. The wet sounds coming from between your legs makes your heart rate spike, but he doesn’t seem to care. In fact, it only spurs him to press closer, push his cock between your lips and spread the wetness around, moaning softly. You try to turn to see his face, but when that doesn’t work you pout. “Does it feel good?”

He hums, then grunting when he leads his cock to against your cunny again. He moves it over your hole without pushing in a few times, then against your slit until he reaches that little nub, and you moan at the touch when it travels through you. Your hips shift back to repeat that, as he breathes heavily behind you. With each little touch there it seems to feel even better, your pussy slicking all over his length. Until daddy grunts when you get a little too fussy for his cock, and rolls you over onto your belly. ‘Fuck, greedy girl.”

You instinctively close your eyes when he pulls your legs apart and settles his waist back against yours, now laying down on top of you. His strong, muscular body hot on top of you, you stay in place until he pushes his cock back to your drooling hole. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, pushing against you more, “I’m so sorry. You feel so good, just got to- just gonna stick it in a little, okay?” He pushes in more all of a sudden, spreading you on the fat cock until you can’t help but squirm at the stretch, whining when it fills you up so much and he’s still shoving it inside you.

“But daddy, we’re not supposed to—�� you cut yourself off with a moan when he pulls your head up from the pillow and harshly bottoms out, filling you to the brim. “Only people who love each other are supposed to do this,” you whine, cunny fluttering around the invasion desperately when he pulls back. He pushes inside again and the room is filled with loud, wet smacks as he sets a pace, barely listening to you. It’s alright, the pressure between your ears is so distracting anyway. “Daddy, oh- you… so big inside, daddy.”

Your voice seems to snap him out of his daze enough to look at you as you blink through the tears, one hand grabbing at the headboard for support as you’re pulled back into his cock. “L-Love?” he mumbles, huffing and smacking his hips into your ass with the force of his thrusts, ignoring your whines and whimpers. “Yeah, only people who love each other. So it’s okay. It’s okay for daddy to fuck your needy pussy open, don’t worry.” He lets your head drop to lift himself onto two arms so he can look between your bodies, using all the strength in his thighs to pound you stupid on his cock. “Just this once.”

“Okay, daddy,” you just nod, burying your face into the pillow. Each thrust feels like heaven itself. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you for making me feel so good.”

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sneyrwrites · 4 years

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|Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader|

Wordcount: 2,5k

Genre: NSFW

Warings: Public teasing, public sex, Dom! Iwa.

Requested By: A sweet Anon.

Prompt: from “My Toxic Ex-Boyfriend’s Late-night Texts”

✘4 “I’m sorry i manipulated you… I was horny.”

Hajime's hand caressed your inner thigh, sending tickles down your legs. You contained a squeal, trying to keep your cool. Your parents were oblivious to his actions as they talked with your boyfriend, not even suspecting the indecency of his fingers creeping up even further underneath the table.

"So yes. Everything's going well with the company, Iwaizumi..." You listened halfheartedly to the conversation they were sharing, Iwaizumi's touch way too distracting for you to focus on anything other than him "How's your father doing?"

"He's been good..." Hajime's lips kept moving as his fingers found your core. Your stomach constricted, from apprehension or from pleasure, you were not sure.

A sigh left your lips and attracted your mother's attention

"Honey? Are you okay?" Her concerned eyes examined your face, and you hoped the blush you felt creeping up your neck was covered by the foundation and the highlight you applied earlier.

"Oh, she was feeling a little under the weather today, now that I think about it..." Hajime lied through his teeth expertly, your parents didn't know him as well, but you, his loving girlfriend for the last year, could make out the amusement in his voice. His fingers brushed against you again and you took a hand to your forehead, trying to cool off..

"Oh, yeah…" You went with his lie. "I'm better now though." Your mom didn't look convinced at all, but she dropped the subject. "what were we talking about?" Trying to push Hajime's hand away was fruitless, his arm was strong and he struggled against you. You gave up when it was obvious he would not give in.

"As i was saying..." His composed voice continued as his fingers pulled aside your panties. His fingers were cold against your heated up center and you had to bite your lips to prevent a breathy moan to escape. It did feel nice, but it wasn't an appropriate moment.

Your nails dug into his arm when his index and thumb squeeze your clit shamelessly, sending a Shockwave of sizzling energy all over your body. You bite the inside of your cheek, and

The angry looked you sent his way wasn't as effective as you thought, because it only seemed to encourage him. The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to contain his amusement.

Hajime had your parents eating from the palm of his hand. In their eyes he was the best son-in-law they could ask for, too blinded by his "Well-behaved boy" facade to notice what was really going on behind closed doors, or well… underneath the table.

Your body was in flames, as his, spreading from your core up to your torso, almost enough to melt your brain, turning you into nothing more than a mumbling mess. The only coherent thing in your mind was his feathery light touch in between your legs, the way his hand massaged you in such an improper way right there in front of your parents, in a restaurant almost full of people.

Your eye started to twitch from the exertion, apparently trying to avoid a moan to escape your throat was no easy task when your boyfriend was so good with his fingers.

"You didn't even touch your wine Honey…" Your mom noted, her eyes worriedly looking you over, her maternal instincts taking control. "Are you sure you feel okay?"

"Yes, don't worry mom… I'm fine" You reached for the glass you had barely touched all night and took a sip from it in hopes she would drop the subject.

The sweet taste of the white wine touched your tongue and made the whole 'Boyfriend touching me in public' situation a little more bearable.

Until Iwaizumi slipped a finger inside of you.

The sudden feeling caused you to gasp out loud as a spasm ran through you in surprise. Your grip on the glass faltered and the liquid on it spilled all over you and Iwaizumi, damping both of your laps.

"Shit...! You cursed, sending Iwaizumi an angry look as you closed your legs, forcing his hand out. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me." You excused yourself, in sake of your parents and their image of Iwa. You knew exactly what happened to you, and it was called Iwaizumi Hajime.

He was lucky your dress was black. You grabbed the expensive looking napkin that was next to your plate, but it was useless, the wine had already seeped through the fabric, and now your skin was all sticky.

We better go clean up at the bathroom, excuse us." Iwaizumi pushed his chair back and got up, ad you swore you could see mischief glinting in his eyes.

"Of course honey... (Y/n), are you sure you're okay?" Your dad looked you up and down.

"Yes dad, I just had the worst headache of my life..." Hajime didn't miss the side glance you sent his way as you leaved the table, and his smirk widened once his back faced your parents.

"Was that even necessary Hajime?" You asked harshly, with murder written all over your face.

"Of course..." His nonchalant tone didn't fail to upset you even more. Now you were horny and mad at the only person who could take your problem away.

You got to the back where a hallway lead to the bathrooms. You turned to the left and opened the door, expecting Hajime to do the same with the man's bathroom door, but his chest pressing your back and pushing you in was not something you expected to happen.

"It was necessary, because now we can do this."

"Hajime what the fuck?" Without stopping at all he got the both of you into a stall, and pressed you against a wall, his nose touched yours and you realized he was planning this all along. You laughed at the realization of how needy your boyfriend could be, a sound that warmed his heart and made him smile. "What is it, honey?" You teased, and he did not look amused.

His lips crashed against yours to wipe that smug smirk o your lips. The cold tiles against your back contrasted perfectly against Hajime's heated mouth, and the adrenaline rushed through your veins.

This was a new kind of risky. Yes, you two had sex in public places, but never as public as this, anyone could enter at any moment and hear you, your parents were waiting for the two of you at the table. It was wrong for so many reasons, but the excitement was enough to push that little voice that urged you to stop into the back f your head, allowing Hajime to fill your senses.

His hands gripping your hip, his mouth scorching a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, the harsh fabric of his dress pants and the biting cold of his belt against the naked skin of your legs. Iwaizumi was the only you could focus on, and you wanted more of him so desperately.

He kissed your shoulder and it was as if someone had ignited the air around your bodies. A whimper escaped your mouth when his teeth found the delicate skin of your collarbone and nibbled on it carefully. His hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your sounds.

"Shh baby girl, we can't make noise in here…" His breath caressed the shell of your ear, and you shivered. "You want to stop?" Iwaizumi questioned, as he removed his hand, separating your bodies a fraction. You immediately missed the feeling of his chest pressed against yours.

A breathy "No" Escaped your lips, and he smirked, amused by the effect he had on you with just a little teasing and kisses.

"Good. Now… What do we say…?" His hand on a fist grabbed your hair and he pulled your head back a little, tilting it to the side, exposing your neck to him.

"Please, fuck me Iwa…" The hushed tone you used and the pleading eyes you sent his way made his gut clench, as he felt his cock pulsating against the uncomfortable fabric of his dress pants.

"Good girl." Unexpectedly and as if you were the last Popsicle in a scorching summer day Hajime's tongue trailed from the base of your neck to your jaw, and his hand trailed down your leg and pulling it up to his hip, pressing his boner against you. A wave of pleasure fogged your brain at the so desired stimulation,

"Fuck..." You mumbled and the rumble of Hajime's laugh against your skin caused a tingle down your spine and you curled your toes, impatient for him to fill you up.

Desperately, because you didn't have much time before your parents suspected, your hands went south and you grabbed the buckle of his belt, your fingers brushing against the soft and heated skin behind it.

Once his pants were loose, you could finally pull them down. His cock sprung up as if it had a mind of its own and you could feel your insides clench.

God, he was so hot.

How unsanitary was if you got to your knees and took him into your mouth? It was a bathroom after all... But you wanted to taste him so bad.

Hajime didn't even left you attempt kneeling down, his hands clasping you hands above you head against the wall. His hips grinded against you and his dick pressed up against your core, getting covered with the sign of your arousal.

A deep grunt reverberated on his chest. Hooking you knee around his leg you pressed him even harder against you and a string of nonsense left his lips.

"Please baby…" You whispered in his ear, just like he did earlier and it was as if all his restrain vanished into thin air.

He glided his cock against you and rubbed himself three times against your folds, the pre-cum leaking out of him mixing with your natural lubrication. The smooth feeling of your twitching pussy against him made his head spin with need.

The tip slipped inside and your nails dug into his shoulder.

"Fuck" Hajime's hip pushed forward and he buried himself deeper, feeling how your walls stretch in it's path, gaining a whimper out of your mouth. "…So good."

The back and forth of his hips was slow at first, Iwaizui marveling at the sensation of your warm inside tightening around him, but when it wasn't enough he picked up the pace, soft moans escaping his mouth with each thrust slightly harder than the other.

The door of the bathroom opened suddenly and The clicking of a pair of heels resonated through the room. Hajime's body locked up and a breath hitched in his throat. Looking back at you he saw your eyes, big and startled, and he signaled you to stay quiet.

Annoyed you rolled your eyes, it was his fault you two were in that situation. Not that you were complaining too much though

The faucet started running outside the stall, and teasing getting back at him for everything he id earier seemed like a fantastic idea.

Hajime's surprised moan resonated in the stalls when you tightened around him on purpose, a small smirk displaying on your face. He deserved that one.

You could feel you heartbeat fastening at the thought of being caught, but the tingling on your navel reminded you that it was worth it.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity the water running stopped and the swing of the door followed it, settling everything into silence once more.

"What was that for?" He asked, in a voice low and clipped "You like being a brat, don't you? I hope you can handle what happens to bratty girls."

A flutter nestled itself on your chest when you heard his words, the anticipation for what was coming sparkling something deep in your core.

Hajime's big hands grabbed the neckline of your dress and pulled it harshly down, exposing your boobs in the blink of an eye. He took one int his mouth and you had to imprison your ips in between your teeth to prevent the moaning from escaping. The wetness of his tongue abused your nipple and you had to grab his hair in order to prevent your knees from buckling.

Iwaizumi's hips mercilessly pounded your cunt fast and hard, making your toes curl. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and you knew he was close. His grip in your Hip tightened when you pulled him closer to you with your leg still curled around him.

"You like that?" He asked, the sounds coming out strained out of his mouth, and you noticed the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. "This is what you were hoping for right? With the little stunt you pulled just now, huh?" He asked in a whisper, even in those heated moments he still could think somewhat straight. You couldn't even respond to his taunting, too lost in the way he filled you so well.

The erratic movements came to a stop, and he exploded inside of you, his cum flooding inside of you coating your insides with his hot release.

Sighing in contempt Hajime Pulled out and released his grip on your leg, allowing you to stand on both of your feet. Your legs felt wobbly, small tremors traveling on your limbs because of the receding adrenalin in your veins.

"I love you so, so much" Iwaizumi's lips met your forehead and you felt a new kind of chills running down your spine, heart filled with so much love and passion for him. "I better go out first… I'll meet you at the table" He sent a wink your way and the smirk he gave you would have make your cheeks red if they weren't already from the little rendezvous you just shared.

Helping him get a little more presentable, you pecked his lips softly, admiring the afterglow of his orgasm. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes seemed to shine under the warm lightbulbs flickering above you. His eyes looked you up and down and amusement shined in his eyes, and his smirk widened.

"I promise i'll make you cum so hard tonight you won't even remember anything besides my name. You earned it baby girl." Excitement buzzed in your core at his vow.

Hajme left in hurried steps, trying to look innocent, leaving you to clean yourself up.

With hesitant steps, and not trusting your legs to sustain your weight you made your way to the bi mirror on the wall. You suppressed a gasp when you took in the state he left you, mascara smeared under your eyes and you hair messed up. Trying to fix your appearance you leaned in to have a closer look, in case some stain was persistent.

Dread smacked you almost like a bucket of cold water when your eyes lingered on the deep purple marks that where scattered on your neck.

How would you hide those from your parents now?

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robo-writes-haikyuu · 4 years

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Oikawa - Childhood Friends to Lovers

Request: Hey! could you write a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Oikawa and a f/reader. Maybe you could do it in stages? like kindergarten to high scl to collage to marriage to their first child. (imagine best friend but they don't know they r in love, like the reader helps him impress his girlfriend and comforts him when he looses or helps him when his knee hurts. And it finally hits him like a ton of bricks that she is the one- sorry this is just me rambling over how much I love him.❤) Thanks

a/n: Thank you for waiting so patiently for me anon 😭 I’m so sorry you had to wait so long! But it’s finally here! I didn’t end up getting them to the marriage part cause the word count was getting out of hand, but I hope you still like it! 💖 I hope this was worth the wait! (Also I didn’t proofread this so there’s probably a few typos and grammatical errors in this too 😭 I’m sorry!)

Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: hints of angst and comfort, mostly just fluff, romantic tension, and a cliche love confession

It was recess, and all of the kids in your class were outside climbing on the playground and playing games with each other. Well, all of the kids except for you.

On the first day of school, it seemed like everyone was able to make friends except for you. Kindergarten was pretty scary and you were too shy to talk to anyone, so you had a tendency to spend a lot of time by yourself. Not only that, but every attempt you made to make friends and play with the other kids was typically met with turned backs.

You sat on a swing at the playground and watched as the other kids giggled and ran after each other. You dangled your feet and drew little shapes in the sand; did anyone else feel this lonely? Is it normal to feel this way?

Suddenly, a ball struck the sand and bounced towards your feet. You look up and see a boy with brown floppy hair scampering towards you. He stops and greets you with a big grin.

You looked up at him inquiringly and then down at the ball at your feet; ah, that must be why he’s here. You tapped the ball with the tip of your shoe and rolled it over back to him.

“No silly,” the boy giggled and reached down to grab the ball. “You’re supposed to play volleyball with your hands!”

“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“You’re (y/n) right?” he said as he spun the volleyball on his palm. “I’m Tooru Oikawa! I can teach volleyball. I’m pretty good y’know, and I’m gonna be a pro someday!”

You looked up at him wide-eyed. He knew your name?

You nervously fiddle with your fingers and dig your shoes back in the dirt. “You… don’t mind?”

“Nope!” he said, bouncing the ball in his hands.

“What’s the hold up, Loserkawa?”

A spiky-haired boy runs up to Oikawa and gives him a playful swat on the head. Oikawa pouts and rubs the spot where he was hit.

“Iwa-chan, you’re so mean~” Oikawa whines.

You tried to stifle a giggle, but ended up bursting into laughter. The boys share a confused look with each other and shrug.

Oikawa outstretches a hand to you, “Come on, everyone’s waiting!”

—

Outside of team practices, Oikawa was hitting jump serves left, right and center until his palms were numb. You saw the blood, sweat, and tears that went into each hour of his practices. He didn’t just want to do jump serves, he wanted to perfect them; and perfect them he did.

Yet, it still wasn’t enough to beat Karasuno.

You’d just finished consoling Iwaizumi after Seijoh’s defeat against Karasuno. Iwa urged that you talk to Oikawa, as he had a tendency to sit and brood over his failures, especially when it came to volleyball.

You got off at the next train stop and hurried to Oikawa’s place. You didn’t bother calling or texting him because he had a tendency to ignore them when he was feeling down.

His parents let you in and you made your way to his room. You stood outside his room, let out a big sigh, and softly knocked on the door.

“Hey,” you said, peeking your head in.

No response.

You let yourself in and noticed how dark it was inside. The only source of light for his room was the light from his laptop playing replays of professional volleyball matches. You saw him curled up into a ball with his blanket on his futon with the curtains shut.

You walk over and sit down next to him. There was only silence between you two, save for the background noise of the professional matches playing on TV.

“(Y/n),” he mumbles into his pillow. “Did you come to try and cheer me up?”

You exhaled a half-assed chuckle. “That was the plan.”

You saw him side-eye you, not in a threatening or dismissive way, but rather in a way that indicated he was waiting for you to speak.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s with that look?”

“You’re not going to say anything?” he said, sitting up.

“Tooru,” you groaned. “There’s nothing that I could possibly say to you that you don’t already know.”

He turned to fully face you, his expression curious.

“That’s the worst part,” you continued. “I know how hard you work and how determined you were to move on to beat Shiratorizawa. You obsessively analyze game after game, play after play, and make the effort to refine every bit of weakness you thought you had. Yet, that still wasn’t enough.”

Oikawa scoffs and rests his chin on his knees. “Sorry for not being a prodigy like Tobio-chan.”

“Listen,” you said, placing a hand on his arm. “This isn’t just your loss. I was just at Iwa’s earlier today giving him the same pep talk. He’s just as devastated as you are, and I’m sure the rest of the team, especially the other third years, feel the exact same way.”

Oikawa pouts and narrows his eyes at the TV screen in front of him. Ugh, he could be such a child sometimes. For god’s sake, you guys will be graduating this year. You’d think he’d learn to manage his emotions better than this.

You continued. “I could tell you that you’re going to have to change your strategies, but you already know that. I could tell you that you need to cooperate better with your team, but you already know that too. It doesn’t take a genius to understand all of that.”

Oikawa nodded, but still didn't budge from his position.

“Look at me, Tooru.” you said, grabbing his chin so that you could turn his head to face you. “My point is that you didn’t get to where you are from being a prodigy, and you didn’t get there alone. The fact that you guys were able to keep Karasuno on their toes after their astronomical improvements shows how great of a team you guys are. You guys brought out the best in them, and I think that’s something to be proud of.”

Oikawa, still facing you, averts his eyes from you to watch his TV, until you lean in and rest your forehead against his. You could feel him jump; you couldn’t tell because his room was chilly, but you could have sworn that his face started to get hot.

“You are the most hardworking, dedicated athlete I know,” you said, placing your hand on top of his. “You got to where you are right now because of your own efforts and dedication. Every success you’ve had comes from the fact that you don’t take failures lightly, and that you do everything it takes to make yourself that much better for next time.”

He cradled your cheek in his hand and looked deeply into your eyes; after a moment, he finally allowed himself to smile. Yes, it was that smile; not the smile he puts on to mask how he truly feels, and not the smile he puts on to deflect pity from other people. This smile was warm, comforting, and sweet, just like the real Oikawa.

You squawk as you suddenly feel a pinch on your cheek.

“(Y/n)-chan,” he snickers, sticking his tongue out at you. “I didn’t realize you thought so highly of me. If you wanted to get so close to me you could have just asked me out on a date~”

“Whatever,” you swatted him on the arm and looked away blushing, “No more pouting, okay?”

It was times like this where Oikawa was reminded of why you were one of his best friends. You didn’t take any bullshit from him, yet always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

He didn’t know a lot of people in his life that were like that to him.

—

After you guys graduated high school, you, Oikawa and Iwaizumi went your separate ways to pursue your career paths. Iwa was in North America, Oikawa in South America, and you stayed in Japan for college. You kept in touch with the boys as often as you could, although you seemed to keep in contact with Oikawa the most.

Oikawa was visiting from Argentina for a much-needed break. He was only in town for ten days, and you offered for him to stay at your place while you were on break from classes.

You guys were in the middle of having dinner and you were filling each other in on all of the things happening in your lives. Last you heard from Oikawa, he was seeing a girl that he met in Rio.

“You broke up!?” you choked. “But I liked her! What happened?”

“It didn’t work out,” he said as he dished up his food. “I guess we just didn’t really click that well.”

“You did in the beginning though,” you said with a twinge of jealousy. “I thought you really liked her.”

“I guess I did,” he shrugged. “It didn’t feel any different from my past relationships though.”

“What do you mean?”

He dug his chopsticks into his noodles and took a bite. After chewing and swallowing, he said, “She was no different from my past girlfriends.”

“Meaning?”

He paused a moment to collect his thoughts. “I always try to be upfront with my dates about my lifestyle. I try to make it clear to them that volleyball will always be one of my top priorities. They always say that they're okay with it in the beginning and then get mad at me for not dropping everything in my life for them.”

“I get that you’re a busy guy,” you said. “But I don’t think it’s unreasonable for your girlfriend to want to spend time with you.”

“You know me, (y/n)-chan,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always struggled with making time for other people.”

“You never have any issues making time for me,” you said. “We’re literally in two different time zones and you still manage to keep in touch with me. I mean, you’re here, aren’t you?”

Oikawa tries to hide a smirk from sneaking onto his face and averts his gaze from you.

“So… what’s the issue?” you said, stirring your food.

“I guess,” he sighed. “I didn’t feel like she was worth my time.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t mean it in a way that makes me full of myself,” he said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her. I genuinely just think we’re better off with other people.”

You feel a wave of relief pass over you; you’re not sure why, but you couldn’t help but feel glad that Oikawa was single again -- not that you were interested, or anything. It’s just that you wanted him to have more time to focus on his dream, and you just wanted him to be happy… or something like that.

“Enough about me,” he said, stealing bits of your food off your plate. “ You must be beating guys off with a stick, (y/n)-chan~”

“Oh please,” you scoff. “I wasn’t very popular in high school, so naturally things aren’t much different in college.”

He grinned at you and tousled his hair. “I guess I had nothing to worry about, then.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

At the end of the ten days, you drove Oikawa to the airport and waited with him until he boarded his flight to San Juan. Oikawa gave you his hoodie to wear after you mentioned how cold the airport was. The two of you sat on the chairs, looking through your phones and showing each other tiktoks and memes that you thought were funny. Then, the announcement called for the boarding of his flight.

You both stood up and gave each other longing looks; this will be the last time you see Oikawa for a while until at least Christmas, which was still months away. You so badly didn’t want him to leave; it felt like he just got there yesterday.

“I guess I gotta go,” he said.

“Oh, your hoodie--”

“Keep it,” he said, patting the top of your head. You looked up at him, trying to fight back the tears that were stinging your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his chest; you wanted to prolong your memory of his scent for as long as possible so that even while he was gone you still had a piece of him left behind at home. You felt him tighten his arms around you and take in a deep breath. You rested your ear against his chest, and you could hear his heart hammering.

You pull away from him and look at him with concern, “Tooru, are you oka--

You were met with a soft pair of lips against yours. He held both sides of your face with his hands and sweetly deepened the kiss; warmth radiated from your chest and sent tingles throughout your body, igniting your cheeks. You smiled against his lips and returned the gesture with an equal amount of love and tenderness. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“(Y/n),” he said breathlessly, gently brushing your red cheeks with his thumbs. “I’ve loved you for so long, but I’ve been too self-absorbed to realize it until now. You’re the person I want to spend all of my time with. That’s why no other girl could ever seemed to be worth my time, because you were the only one that seemed worth it to me.”

Wide-eyed and rosy-cheeked, you looked up at him, barely comprehending what had just happened. You placed your hands on his chest and stared into his eyes, and smiled when you realized that, after all this time, you had felt the exact same way.

“I’ve loved you too,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed at passerbys staring at the two of you. “You picked one hell of a time to tell me, though.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for you to make such a cute expression like this~”

The final boarding call for his flight sounded and he pulled his bag up over his shoulder before indulging in one more kiss from you.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips as he tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, trying to tame your rapid heartbeat. “I’ll miss you so much.”

“I’ll call you as soon as I land,” he said, trying to resist the urge to just stay with you and miss his flight entirely. “I promise.”

“You better,” you tease, pecking his lips one last time. “Now go! You’re already late because of me!”

As he walked towards the gate, he turned around to stick his tongue out at you and gave you his signature wink. “It was totally worth it though~”

You simply shake your head and smile back at him with a wave. He got his passport checked and, before entering the gate, he turned around and blew a kiss to you before finally boarding the plane. Of course, you wouldn’t expect anything less from him.

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myreygn · 4 years

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weak

Out of the Haikyuu!! stories I’ve written so far, this is probably my favourite.

summary: Everyone is weak sometimes, but not everyone can show it to the world. Iwaizumi Hajime is weak too and there's only one person in the universe who is allowed to see that.

Originally posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22754911

Inspired by this video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgzWw6hglzg

Iwaizumi Hajime was strong. Very strong, if not to say incredibly strong, for there weren't many high school students who could fight an old biker with way too many tattoos and survive it without any bruises.

He didn't even think about it any longer. It had always been this way. He was strong and that allowed those around him to be weak from time to time.

It didn't matter if it was Oikawa experiencing some bad self issues when he thought about Tobio for too long or Kunimi having a breakdown after too many hours of being with too many people.

Iwaizumi was strong for them. He held Oikawa and let him cry onto his shoulder and snot into his chest. He talked to Kunimi through the closet door and listened to him. He was just there. And it wasn't something to think about if he should do it or not. He just did it.

It wasn't a problem to be strong. Iwaizumi was proud of being strong. It felt good to help his friends out of their problems and to see how they looked up to him, how he was the only one the Mad Dog listened to and how strangers or people from other schools and teams gulped at his sight of jumping to spike the ball over the net.

Iwaizumi liked to be strong. He was glad that he had been able to gain enough discipline, that he had been able to become this way. Not that there had been any other chance for him.

His aunt had watched some episodes of Game of Thrones with him a few years ago and he didn't remember everything, but there was one scene still stuck in his head: the queen looking at the guy who played Boromir in Lord of the Rings and saying: “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There's no middle ground.”

This sentence was a pretty good summary of his life at home. He had already known that when he was still a kid, but the moment he heard the sentence coming out of this woman's mouth, he fully realized it. It was dangerous there with his parents, fighting and getting mad and it was horrible but better since the day he got stronger than his father.

There were those days he woke up in the morning and felt the fight rising. He haven't slept longer than until 6am anyways in the last six or seven years, but those days were the worst. When they came, he got up as fast as possible and left the house, no matter if it was hot summer or cold winter and dark outside. He always left a short note on the fridge though – not that there was anyone in the house who would've read it.

In the early mornings he got something to eat and then he took a bus to no matter where. It was warm in them. When he reached the final station, he took the same bus back. And around 10am he went to the gym.

Not always though. Sometimes he'd wait until midday and then visit his friends, asking if he could stay at their place, pretending that he just needed help with some homework. Sometimes Makki, sometimes Mattsun. They spent a lot of their free time at home.

But his first impulse was always Oikawa.

Iwaizumi Hajime was strong. And there was only one person in the world he could allow himself to be weak around.

“Iwa-chan? You're in here?”

No. No, please, no. He shouldn't be here. Nobody should be here.

“Iwa-chan? Are you crying?”

He was supposed to be alone in here. The others were outside, waiting for the bus, they were OUTSIDE …

“Hey, I come in, okay? I come to you.”

He didn't want Tooru to come closer, but the moment he felt his warmth, his arms around his shoulders, he gave in.

“It's okay. It's okay, Hajime. It's okay.”

Sometimes Iwaizumi remembered the good years. Those that vanished long, long ago. The happy years he'd spent in a not-broken household that hadn't been the hell he was living at now. Those years were a bright, good thing to remember, but it was also painful because it would never be bright and good again.

It wasn't his fault, he knew it wasn't. But on some days, when wine wasn't enough anymore, his mother would drink some other stuff. And then she told him … things. Things about him and things about the reason she and his father fought so much.

Iwaizumi didn't know if she was one of the people who were more honest when they were drunk or more mean when they were drunk. He liked to tell himself that he didn't care but then again he caught himself hoping and praying that it wasn't true what she told him. She was his mother after all.

And sometimes it was like it had been before. She came into his room in the evening and sat down and apologized. And then she cried and he held her because he was strong and she was weak and the day after she'd scream at his father again. The day after it was over.

But those short moments were the moments that stopped him from leaving. Those few evenings which made him think that his mother and maybe his father as well would be sad if he would move out and so he came back every night and stayed until next day when the feeling got him up and out of the house again.

Iwaizumi hated it. It felt like he would betray himself every time he threw his bag in the corner and yelled “I'm back!” even though no one ever gave him an answer. Like he would cause another scar on his soul just because he was weak.

It wasn't correct that Oikawa was the only person he could be weak around. Iwaizumi could also be weak when he was alone and couldn't stand the pressure anymore.

Oikawa was just the only one who could catch him before he hit the ground.

“He told me I'm worthless.”

“He told you shit, Iwa-chan.”

It wasn't funny, but he laughed. Just a bit. It felt good.

Tooru stroke through his hair and placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“You're a lot worth to me. I'd definitely miss something if you weren't there.”

“He wanted to hit me. I caught his hand but he almost got me.”

“Good. Just don't stop to stand up. It won't last forever. Soon you'll leave.”

He leaned onto Tooru's shoulder.

“I don't know where to go. I don't want to live alone.”

“Yeah? Me neither. Wow, what a coincidence! Two childhood friends who don't want to live alone and finish school at the exact same time. Hm, I wonder if they'll find a solution?”

He looked at his friend in disbelief, but the only thing he saw in the setter's face was pure honesty and a warm smile.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! What should I do without my favorite ace yelling at me everyday?”

He couldn't help but sob and cry again, tears of joy this time, and Tooru patted his back and stroke his hair and held him.

“It's okay. It's okay, Hajime. It's okay.”

Iwaizumi didn't know what he would've done without Oikawa. Sure, he was an idiot and a jerk and annoying and silly, but he loved Shittykawa. It wouldn't be a lie to say that Oikawa Tooru was the most important person in Iwaizumi's life.

Sometimes he felt ashamed when he was crying and laying in his arms. He then thought of how this would seem to an outsider: Seijou's scary ace, a baby. A loser. And then he was worried if Oikawa saw him like this.

He didn't like these thoughts. He hid from them as well as he could, but mostly they came at night and the dark wasn't a good place to hide from a shadow. They came closer without him realizing it and then he had nightmares and got up at 4 or 5am and ran through the park until his legs and lungs exploded, tried to escape.

These mornings were the time that made him feel especially weak. And when he was sitting under a tree in the park at 6am, Oikawa was the only one he could call. Then they talked for an hour or maybe two or three and met at the gym after that. It felt good to spike the balls. Like a relief.

And when something broke, Oikawa was there to fix it.

Iwaizumi Hajime was strong. But he was also human. And it was easy to shatter a human into pieces. Ideally there was someone in the back to pick the pieces up and repair the broken body.

That was okay.

“Tooru? Am I weak?”

“You're the strongest person I know.”

“Look at me! I'm crying, telling you about how I feel and what's wrong!”

“Isn't that a strength?”

Tooru smiled his Tooru-smile and looked deep into his eyes.

“People break down from time to time. And the stronger they are normally, the harder it is to get up again. You got up every time. Not alone but with my help. And you know what, Hajime? It's okay.”

Iwaizumi Hajime was weak.

And it was okay.

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ourneverendingpossibilities · 4 years

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Commission: A Knight and his Prince

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke & Haikyuu! Pairing: Kise Ryouta x Oikawa Tooru Rating: K+ A/N: This commission has been LONG overdue. It’s going to be made into a second or third part. @followwhereshegoes asked for An Oikise Royal AU and I’ve been meaning to start on it a year ago.. (I think even longer.) Sadly, with my writer’s block, depression, and overall life, I haven’t been able to work on it. I finally got motivated to start it. Which is why I’m making it into two or three parts. Because she was the one who got me into the pairing as well. She has to wait the longest in terms of commissions.. I deeply apologize for the wait, and I really hope I can finish the other two parts . Thanks for the help Lisa! :D

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Trust is a powerful, yet fragile emotion. One in which Kise Ryouta no longer has. Since the destruction of his old clan, forced to abandon his family, his friends, he has very little in being close with anyone else. Despite this, the future King of Seijo persists in gaining his trust, of getting close to him.

He wouldn’t fall for it again.

Being open with people only lead to weakness, and Kise Ryouta did not become the strongest knight in the kingdom by being open. He was a closed book, and he’d be a fool to let a few pages loose. He allows himself to show enough emotion to let people know the task is done, but once that moment has passed, he’s shut off once more, and he likes his solitude.

The one exception being his chocolate brown stallion, Char.

She was his best friend, since he was a child. He’d saved her from a fire in the barn of a small village. Since then, they’d been inseparable. He had to fight tooth and nail to keep her, because Akashi didn’t believe that she was ‘majestic’ enough. But she was a lot like him, alone and spirited. Kise would never leave her behind, if it meant being a rogue knight, so be it. Wherever he went, Char followed.

Which lead to the current argument he was in the middle of.

“You know you can’t keep that horse.” A gruff Iwaizumi asserted, arms crossed. His frown was deep, as if he was guarded and not trusting of the blonde in front of him.

“I don’t care what you say.” Kise states, hand on Char’s reigns. “I’m not getting a new horse. Charcchi will always be mine. And you can’t tell me otherwise.”

Iwaizumi could feel the blood rush through his veins, teeth gnashed together in annoyance. This newbie… This knight.. He has some nerve to disrespect the King! The young Prince!

“I don’t care what clan you came from, but you’re part of Seijo’s army now, Kid.” he glares, “You will listen to what I say. And that horse can’t stay in the royal stables.”

An eyebrow raised, followed by a taunting smirk, “You think you can take me on? I’ll show you right in the middle of this room, who you’re dealing with. And trust me, Iwaizumi-san,” he sneers, “You’re not gonna come out the winner.”

Iwaizumi prepared to roll up his sleeves, taking two steps foward, when another pale hand covered his, halting him mid-step.

“That’s enough Iwa-chan…”

He turns his head, eyes wide in shock before they narrowed in anger. “Oikawa! You can’t be serious?! This child needs to be taught a lesson! He cannot have his horse here in the royal stables!”

The brunette smiles at his friend, dismissing the anger as he faces Kise, “You may now return to your room, Kise-kun. Your horse can stay in the stables, as long as you keep her clean.”

Kise faces the prince, an expression of indifference on his face. His eyes narrow for a moment, as if assessing the man in front of him, before nodding slowly, turning all his attention on his horse.

“Come on, girl.. Let’s get you to bed.” he whispers, a tiny smile on his lips. The horse makes a noise, as if agreeing before following behind her master, tail swishing carefully. She gives Iwaizumi a look, as if to warn him, before returning her attention forward. As soon as the two leave the room, Iwaizumi shrugs out of his friend’s hold, fists balled up at his sides.

“Ahoikawa! What did you just do!?? The King doesn’t want any horses in the stable that aren’t from the royal family! He is merely an outsider!”

The prince shakes his head, a hand resting on his forehead, “My dear Iwa-chan, you’re so noisy.. Must you shout this late at night?”

He growls, almost stopping his foot in agitation, “I don’t trust him! He just shows up at an opportune time, to help us?! And he just expects us to roll over and accept him?! I won’t allow that, Oikawa!”

Oikawa watches his friend, eyebrow raised in confusion. Just what was the young man implying?

“Iwa-chan, I appreciate the concern, but I don’t think we need to worry about Kise-kun.”

Iwaizumi glares, walking towards the window to watch the blonde make his way to the stables. There was something about him the knight didn’t like.. He wasn’t sure why, but a feeling in his gut told him to be wary.

“You’re naive, Prince.” he seethes, “You honestly can’t stand there and just think everything is going to be alright now he’s here… We don’t even know who he is or where he’s from.”

Oikawa frowns, a hand resting on his chin. “I’m not sure why you’re so hostile towards him. He’s proven to be an asset to our kingdom.. The King agrees with my judgement.. I don’t understand why you won’t let this go.”

Iwaizumi shakes his head, releasing a heavy sigh. “I can’t expect you to understand, Oikawa… You were always somewhat of an air-head, since we were young.” he walks to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Just get some sleep, because we have to head out in the morning… I don’t want to waste any time waking you from your slumber.”

The Prince pouts before watching his friend walk away. He doesn’t understand Iwaizumi’s obsession with the newcomer. It’s true they don’t know much about him, but that shouldn’t be a reason to act hostile towards the blonde.

Walking to the window, he sees the blonde setting up camp beside his horse, back facing him. It’s been three weeks since Kise’s arrival, yet he still insists on sleeping outside. As if the palace is toxic. He’s tried several times to get him to sleep in one of the guest rooms, but every night, the blonde refuses, no reason given.

How does he fix his gorgeous blonde locks every morning?

Oikawa blinks, shaking his head. Where’d that ridiculous thought come from? He doesn’t ponder on it much longer, choosing to head to his chambers. He doesn’t want to get an earful from Iwaizumi in the morning.

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Morning comes fast, and Kise is quick to sneak into the palace. There’s one maid that’s grown fond of him, allowing him to wash up and do what he needs to first thing. In exchange, she’s allowed to groom Char.

The maid, who’s name escapes him, is the first person outside his old clan to be near Char, who can touch her freely without repercussions. Because he trusts her judgment, Kise knows he can trust her, and asks her for help when necessary.

Once he’s bathed, Kise heads out to the secret garden behind the castle walls. It’s a special spot to him, as he’s never disturbed and he can get some much needed rest. Char enjoys it as well, and any place she feels like home, is home to him.

He sat her down under the tall oak, sheltering them from the hot sun. When she grunts, he presses a finger to his lips.

“Shhh girl.. We need to be silent… Don’t want to get caught now do we?”

Once he takes the saddle off her back, he places it on the ground, before finding himself sitting with her. A lock of hair fell in front of his eyes, and he’s quick to move it to the side, staring up at the clouds. He feels her tail swish, adding extra wind, finding the weather to be comfortable. A day like this, where he doesn’t have to answer to anyone, Kise can find inner peace.

However, that is very short lived.

The sound of hooves against the dirt has him jumping up, grabbing the sword from his side, as if ready to fight off the intruder. Kise is left baffled when he comes face to face with the prince of Seijo, riding on his own horse. Such a magnificent creature in front of him.. That’s a royal horse!

He was lighter brown, with deep brown eyes. A black mane graced his figure, and he stood tall beside his rider. He watches him shake his head, before casting his gaze towards Char, and watches in amusement.

Well now…

“It seems they really like each other.” Oikawa quips, jumping down from his horse. “His name is Oscar, and he seems to be taking a liking to your horse, Kise-kun.”

The blonde turns his attention back to the man in front of him, “Char seems to really like him too…” he murmurs, taking a few steps back. He watches them carefully, before assessing the prince, eyebrow raised in confusion.

“I don’t mean to intrude…” he starts, catching the brunette’s attention, “But weren’t you supposed to be gone on a trip?”

Oikawa chuckles softly, causing Kise’s ear to ring, “If Iwa-chan knew I was here before a big mission, he would hurt me.” he sighs, scratching his head, “But truthfully, I like to come here before a big trip. Something about the garden is calming, wouldn’t you agree, Kise-kun?”

The blonde nodded, albeit slowly, not trusting his own voice. He thinks he’s found his horse a mate, wondering how the stern knight would feel should they ever breed.. He’d probably blow a vein with his anger..

“If you came here to check on me…” he starts, arms crossing, “I don’t need it. You don’t have to worry about me doing anything funny. I have no interest in staying in this palace for long.”

Oikawa watches the young man, tilting his head with a soft hum, “That’s a shame, Kise-kun… Having someone strong like you would be an asset to my army.”

He scoffs, giving a taunting grin, “Your army?” He runs a hand through his hair, staring down at him, “I hate to say it, Prince, but I don’t think you’ll ever have control of that army… As long as your father’s around..”

The brunette blinks, arms resting on his hips, “I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, Kise-kun,” he sneers, chocolate brown eyes darkening, “But don’t underestimate me. I may not be as stern as my father, but rest assured… The army belongs to me.. And they will always obey what I say, until the day I stop breathing.”

He hears a whistle blowing in the distance, signalling the time. Grabbing Oscar, he jumps back on him, not before taking one last look at the blonde, “I’ll have you know, you will obey me sooner or later… They all do.”

With that, he clicks his tongue, and soon he is riding towards the castle, leaving a bemused Kise in his wake.

He’s not sure how long he is left standing there, but Kise finds a smirk curling on his lips, fists against his hips. He knows a challenge when he sees it, and he has never been one to back down from one.

“I’d like to see you try…. Prince Oikawa.”

#commission #followwhereshegoes #oikise #royal AU #kuroko no basuke #Haikyuu!!#Kise ryouta x oikawa tooru #fluff

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haikyuu-tee · 5 years

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This is honestly so adorable! I love this concept and I think I get it. I hope you like it. I got a little stuck at a few points so it isn’t my best work I’m sorry!

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Oikawa always felt comforted by having you as a friend. You were the one girl that, and this might be just his ego, never seemed to be interested in him romantically. But he liked that, he liked feeling like he could trust her without any expectations. When they were younger he always felt like her knight in shining armor, if something scared or bothered her, she’d run to Oikawa first. It made him feel relied on, but he was also proud of her growth as they got older. She really began to gain confidence, and become comfortable in her own skin. The running to him for protection eventually stopped, and sometimes it felt a little lonely. Oikawa would never want to admit to that though, he didn’t want to hinder all of his best friends progress. Besides, he supposed sneaking into his bed as high school seniors would be a bit inappropriate. “Tooru! Hello? Earth to Tooru? Have you been listening to a word I said?” His friend had stopped in front of him, and he nearly tumbled into her as she waved her hands in front of his eyes. Oikawa blinked, smiling brightly as if he wasn’t just totally stuck in his own head. “Absolutely! But repeat it again, for Iwa-Chan’s sake.” He winked, wrapping an arm around his vice captain’s shoulders. He earned a light push away from his dear friend, the girl in front of him rolled her eyes. “There is an alien movie marathon on tonight, I wanted to know if we were watching at your place or mine.” Oikawa instantly perked up, wrapping his free arm around the girl and walking forward. “Well, what’s for dinner at your house? I have the snacks at mine but I can bring those over. Unless you feel like take out my parents have plans to go out tonight.” She hummed, allowing herself to be guided to school like this. “Well I think we are have soba tonight, if you’re interested.” He nodded, making sure to let her go before they got too close to the gates. As natural as it was for him to be this way with her, the girls who liked him could get a little aggressive. “Well then let’s say your house around dinner time! You coming too Iwa-chan?” He looked over at his other side, also dropping his arm from his friend’s shoulders. “Nah, I’ll let you two geek out about aliens in peace.” Oikawa didn’t really mind it being just the two of them, in fact he was a little happy with the outcome. They agreed to meet up after school to gather provisions and head over to her house. He was in an exceptional mood all day, just excited for it to be liked old times. He met up with his friend at the local convenience store, getting snacks for their marathon. After dinner it wasn’t long before they ended up at her home, setting the tv to the correct station, snacks all over as they settled in for the long night.

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It was late when the movies had finally ended, and he was feeling pretty tired. He yawned and stretched before standing up, beginning to pick up his mess. “Oh? You’re leaving already?” His friend said still sitting on the floor in the dark. It was a little weird for her to ask something like that, considering how late it was. He took it as an opportunity to tease her. “Don’t be too lonely without me, you’ll see my handsome face again in the morning.” He smiled, turning on the lights. She threw a pillow at him and rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to be lonely, get out of here.” She laughed a little, helping in the clean up before walking him to the door. It was nice that they got to be neighbors, and he felt lucky that he had someone who shared his interests and who he felt close to. Oikawa couldn’t help but to think back on their childhood once again, wondering how they both came to grow so much together. As he laid in bed thinking about the past, he began to fall asleep. Oikawa dreamed of his younger self, in that very room. The late nights where a smaller child version of his best friend would climb through his window and cuddle up after a bad nightmare. It was warm, almost like she was actually there… he could even hear her voice. “Tooru… Tooru… Wake up.”

“Tooru, seriously wake up.” He was shaken awake, his eyes opening to come face to face with reality. It shocked him for a second, not that she was there just how much more grown she looked from his memories, like he hadn’t even noticed she had become a beautiful woman before his very eyes. However this admirable realization was halted by the look in her eyes, he sat up worried as he took her hands. “What’s wrong, y/n? Did something happen?” She shook her head, pulling her hands away in favor of hugging onto him. Oikawa felt his cheeks warm, they were in his bed, like many times before only this time was much different. He held onto her anyways, trying not to let his thoughts wander too much in this situation. “I’m sorry for this, I just… I had a bad dream. I know I’m too old to let it bother me, and you’re probably going to laugh but… I dreamt aliens came and took me away and now every noise I hear in my house I think it’s them. Ah, I’m so embarrassed, please just let me stay for a little while Tooru.” He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing, but it only helped for a moment before it escaped him. She looked up at him, cheeks red and her bottom lip pushed out into an adorable pout. “It isn’t funny! I was really freaked out.” She huffed at him, and tried to push him away. He pulled her back in though, laughter dying down as he brushed his hand against her face. “I’m sorry, it’s just so cute. Don’t worry I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” Usually he wasn’t flustered when he flirted with girls, but man was his heart going off. His face felt uncomfortably hot at his comment. He almost felt the need to break her surprised silence with a joke, brush it off as nothing more than his usual antics. But they knew each other too well, they both knew he wasn’t really joking, that this was a serious moment between them. “Hey, Tooru? Would you hate me if I kissed you right now?” She looked up at him more shyly this time, and it was his turn to be shocked. How could he ever hate her for something like that? He didn’t answer with words, instead he brought his other hand up to her free cheek, cupping her face and tilting her neck higher. He leaned in slowly, nervous about what this meant for their friendship, but honestly too into the moment to deeply think of the consequences. Their lips touched softly, melting together like they were meant to be this way. When they pulled away moments later he couldn’t help the small smile that came to him, staring at the one person he should have been after this whole time. “I could never, ever hate you.” She was smiling now too, cuddling back into his chest. His arms wrapped around her middle again, and he pressed his cheek atop her head. They fell asleep just like that, the same way they had many years ago, only this time it meant something more, and Oikawa Tooru felt lucky all over again.

#haikyuu #Haikyuu!! requests #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu imagines #k writing #oikawa tooru #aoba johsai #iwaizumi hajime #Haikyuu!!#anime #manga

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esselley · 6 years

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Happy birthday @allykat023! I’m so glad I snuck into your DMs all those months ago <333 LOVE YOU LOTS!

[Now on AO3!]

[*clears throat* the context for this fic is that Oikawa is a psychic single dad trying to raise two annoying ghost kids, and the ghosts are winning]

It is beginning to become clear to Tooru that there is, in fact, some absolute bullshit going on, and he is definitely not amused by any of it.

This is the fifth time in a little over a month he’s had to have a plumber come to look at his apartment—he’s even had to reschedule tarot readings—and yet, as far as anyone can tell, plumber included… nothing seems to be the problem.

Which means that the only problem, then, is the bright and unabiding torch Tooru seems to be unable to set down, in regards to the plumber himself.

“So…” the man says, wiping his hands dry on a towel in his belt loop. Tooru has to tear his eyes away from the prominent flex of his biceps as he does so, the swell of his pecs beneath his uniform polo shirt. The name tag on it reads Iwaizumi. “Can you walk me through what happened again?”

Tooru almost offers to walk him wherever he wants to go, up to and including the bedroom. He clenches his jaw shut so the words don’t escape. Now is not the time to be thirsty—he doesn’t even have running water.

“I was in the shower,” he says, and feels his cheeks go distinctly pink just from the suggestion of nakedness, and forces himself to look at the man. Mistake. He finds his gaze being met by a pair of serious, attentive green eyes; Tooru feels like he’s baring his soul, not recapping the issues with his faulty water line. He clears his throat, hoping Iwaizumi has not noticed the unnecessarily long pause while he gathers himself. “I was… showering, when the water started to feel—strange? I don’t know how to describe it. And when I looked, it was… purple.”

“Purple,” Iwaizumi repeats, deadpan.

“Yes.”

“Well,” Iwaizumi says, turning the shower knob to the side. Out the water comes, clear as usual. “It’s not now.”

“I can see that,” Tooru sniffs. It’s one thing to have a crush; it’s another thing to have a crush on someone who clearly thinks he’s an idiot.

“Just like,” the distressingly attractive handyman continues, and oh, no, Tooru can see what’s coming next, “last week, when not only did the water not run cold when you tried to turn it hot, but the toilet also flushed the correct way. Which is to say—”

“Down, yes, I know,” Tooru cuts him off, feeling increasingly mortified. Last week had really been a nightmare—frigid water every time he tried to shower, and toilet geysers every which way he looked. “Look, I’m just as confused as you are! One of your colleagues who came the… second time, was it? He said it could be something to do with the pipes. Mold, or something!” He shudders at the thought. “Maybe he could give a second opinion?”

Iwaizumi scoffs. “He’s not coming back. Why do you think I’ve been here four times already?”

“I don’t… know?” Tooru says. “I figured—scheduling?”

“Yeah, he’s been scheduling himself other jobs so he doesn’t have to come here,” Iwaizumi says. “He’s superstitious. All your weird, mystical stuff, it freaked him out.”

“What—” Tooru can’t believe this. “But it’s not dangerous!”

“You try telling him that,” Iwaizumi says, shaking his head. “He kept telling me he felt a presence.”

“But I would have felt it, too,” Tooru insists. He knows people tend to take one of two routes with this: skittish, like the other plumber. Or skeptical, like Iwaizumi. But he seriously needs his house fixed, or he’s going to lose it. “There’s no other presences here, besides me and—”

He trails off. Wait just a fucking second.

“That’s what I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t bite. So, good luck getting him back here…” Iwaizumi shrugs. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Tooru waves a hand vaguely. “Oh, I don’t mind that.” He peers around the room, turning in a slow circle.

“You… don’t?” Iwaizumi asks, eyebrows raising in surprise. When Tooru doesn’t answer, he glances around the room suspiciously, too. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh...” Tooru says, holding up a hand. “I’m divining for spirits.”

“Are you serious,” Iwaizumi says flatly. “Listen, I’m gonna pack up and head out—I won’t bill you for today, I barely—”

“Shhhhh!” Tooru hisses, silencing him. The air in the room feels very still, to him—still and pitched high, like a tuning fork being struck although in reality, all is quiet.

He spots movement at the edges of his vision and whips his head sharply to the side, where he sees them—two wide, floating pairs of eyes in the bathroom mirror, not a reflection, but an impression. One pair deep and dark, the other sparking and bright. Two little souls, bound to him by choice.

He flings out a hand and points dramatically at the mirror. “It’s been YOUUUU!” he howls, startling Iwaizumi, and both pairs of eyes dance about in silent panic before blipping out of existence. Only they’re still there, he knows, just hiding.

“What the fuck—” Iwaizumi says, but very unfortunately, Tooru doesn’t have time to devote to him anymore—he needs to figure out how to murder someone who is already dead. An exorcism is too good for these little shits.

“Sorry, Iwa-chan, but I'll have to say bye for today—” Tooru tells him as he rolls his sleeves up menacingly.

“Iwa-chan?”

“The spirits have turned against me!” Tooru yells, shoving him towards the door. “This is no place for a normal person, quickly, escape!”

“Wait a second—”

“I'll be fine!” Tooru insists, before he bodily shoved Iwaizumi out into the hallway. It's not easy—Iwaizumi is solid. “Forget what you saw here today,” Tooru hisses ominously at him through the crack in the door, before slamming it shut in his stunned face.

Now. To deal with his little ghoulish problem.

He yanks the plush tablecloth and all his seance equipment off his dining room table and locates a piece of ordinary chalk. After several moments of frantic scribbling, it is covered in the symbols and sigils of a powerful summoning circle. He places candles around the edges, and begins to chant a binding ritual ominously. The candle flames flicker, and his hair blows in the gathering breeze inside his living room.

A noise begins to build as well, a terrible, scraping, screaming noise, filled with agony and tumult. It gets louder as he chants, and as it grows, so too do two indistinct shapes in the center of the summoning circle. They writhe and tremble, shapes at once frightening and pitiable, carving to his whim at the same time that they fight it with all their might. The flames suddenly surge upwards, bursting to life, and Tooru slams his hands down on the tabletop.

“Would you give it a rest with that?” he says crossly, and the unearthly screeching stops at once. “The neighbors are going to complain again!”

“Why couldn't you just call us normally?” Kageyama asks him. His ghostly form bubbles sulkily, like seething, purplish-blue lava.

“Because,” Tooru says, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “you two never come out when you know you're in trouble, you just make me follow your traces all over the apartment—”

“Are we in trouble?” Hinata asks. He is light made solid, a fizzing sine wave of glinting gold.

“Obviously!” Tooru says, and both ghosts wobble flinchingly. “What on earth are you two trying to do? Do you know how much money I've spent on repair company appraisals that all lead nowhere?”

Honestly, even he isn’t sure what they’re up to. It's not like them—they aren't poltergeists, they're not malicious. For all that Tooru pretends it's a chore having them around, he's constantly surprised by how little he actually does mind. Since the two of them unceremoniously crashed his life as an (extremely) eligible bachelor and practicing psychic, they've been content to just keep each other company and learn how to be better ghosts. Unfortunately, this seems to have included manifesting the ability to haunt his plumbing.

He shakes his head. “This isn't like you two. I'm… frankly, I'm disappointed.”

The candles flicker morosely and the chandelier directly overhead sways in remorse.

“We… we just wanted to help,” Hinata says eventually.

“Help with what?” Tooru asks, blankly.

“You just seemed lonely!”

“He’s gonna get mad…” Kageyama warns.

“I seemed lonely?” Tooru repeats, sputtering. That's preposterous, to say the least. “I'm certainly not. I could never be lonely with you two—” he catches himself just in time, “—with you two constantly pestering me!”

“It's not the same!” Hinata says.

“Trust me, Shouyou-chan—”

“We noticed the way you stare at the repairman,” Kageyama interjects.

Tooru's mouth falls open. He cannot believe he is being set up with his plumber by two dead idiots who still haven't realized they are in love with each other.

“Have you, Tobio-chan?” he replies, with a silken smile. “Recognize the feeling, do you?”

Kageyama must realize the danger he's in, because he stops trying to argue. Tooru drops his smile.

“You two,” he says, “are going to stay in the circle for awhile and think about your actions. Also, there is to be no possessing of any household objects for one whole week, effective immediately.”

Kageyama and Hinata both whine something awful at this, and Tooru crosses his arms and basks in their misery for a few glorious moments. They love racing each other to possess things right before Tooru uses them, but they’ve never try to make anything malfunction before, so he allows it. Hinata's favorite is the teapot, because it tickles when it starts to boil. Kageyama likes the aging washing machine. He's never said why, but Tooru suspects it's because the old thing sounds nearly as grumpy as Kageyama himself does when it really gets going on its spin cycle.

“Keep it up,” he sings, as the candles start to turn an odd shade of green, “and it's gonna be two weeks.”

The whining stops, but Kageyama does throw a “You know we're right,” at him as he leaves them there in the summoning circle. Tooru does not deign to respond.

“How long before we can come out?” Hinata calls after him.

“Until I say you can,” Tooru replies. He ignores their ghostly wailing for the rest of the afternoon, until they have settled down and started to play I, Spy with each other. He refuses to admit that he finds it adorable when they get along, even if it's mostly because they're plotting against him together.

Unfortunately, the plotting does not end there. A few days pass without incident, and Tooru is lulled into a false sense of security. The week comes and goes; Friday arrives in a leisurely fashion. So leisurely, in fact, that Tooru decides to take a luxurious bubble bath to pamper himself. He spends a long time soaking in the tub, and is slightly surprised to see no signs of his two ghosts anywhere—normally, they would get into a game of Bubble Wars while Tooru relaxed, watching the massive orange and blue soap bubbles floating around the bathroom, trying to ram each other to see who would pop first. Today, all is quiet, and so Tooru enjoys a glass of wine in peace.

He finishes his bath and lets the tub drain, wrapping towels around his waist and his wet hair. He will need to blow dry it and make sure it looks appropriately dashing before his evening client appointment, and he’s about to dig the hairdryer out from under the sink when there’s an odd rumbling sound from behind him. He turns, frowning, to look at the toilet.

Naturally, this is the point at which the toilet attempts to murder him.

“WHY?!” he shrieks, devoid of anything else to say in his panic, as twisting tendrils of water burst from the bowl, latching around his arms and legs, dragging him towards it. Try as he might, he can’t break free, and as he is wrenched closer and closer, the entire opening of the toilet seems to yawn, wide—he can see blackness and light swirling in its depths, and he realizes, shit, spirit portal— “Tobio-chan?! Shouyou?!”

The entire bathroom is flooding with water. There’s a horrible, slurping, shloomp-ing sound as Tooru hits the rim of the bowl and starts to get sucked inside of it. He can feel the vacuum of empty space seizing onto him, an unstoppable force.

“You little shits, I’m going to make you corporeal long enough to punch you both in the face—”

He hears a loud banging from far away, and wonders, what now, but then comes the sound of something splintering, and a moment later a voice bellows, “OIKAWA?”

Tooru gasps. “I-Iwa-chan?!”

He hears someone running, and then Iwaizumi—how is he here, Tooru wonders—bursts onto the scene, framed in the doorway, bearing a stunning resemblance to an angry bull. He takes in the sight before him quickly—the toilet, the spirit portal, Tooru’s hair in a towel cone—and leaps into action. He wades through the flood, reaching out, and Tooru stretches out his hands—Iwaizumi grabs his arms and heaves, and Tooru begins, ever so slowly, to pull free of the portal.

“GRAB ON, STUPID!” Iwaizumi shouts at him, and Tooru throws caution to the winds and flings his arms around his neck, and Iwaizumi seizes him around the waist and yells bloody murder as he leans all the way backwards—and then they’re falling free, onto the bathroom floor, Tooru crushed to Iwaizumi’s extremely firm and noticeably broad chest. There’s a howling, rushing noise, and all the water on the floor recedes whiplash fast, suctioned back into the toilet, which then closes its lid with a sassy and decisive snap.

For a moment, neither Tooru, nor Iwaizumi moves. They just lay there, panting and exhausted. Iwaizumi lets out a slow breath.

“Holy shit,” he says, “your apartment is haunted.”

Tooru sighs. “It’s not haunted. It’s being visited by spirits.”

“That literally is what haunted means,” Iwaizumi points out.

“We’re not visiting, we live here!” Tobio’s ghostly voice shouts in Tooru’s ear.

“I’m evicting you!” Tooru shouts back, incensed.

“Are you talking to the—” Iwaizumi says, before sitting up abruptly, causing Tooru to roll off of him. He hastily readjusts the towel around his waist—he’s lucky it stayed on at all. Iwaizumi swats at the air. “Hey! You fucking ghosts! What the hell is your problem?!”

“They’re trying to get me to—” Tooru pinches his lips shut, irritably. He settles on redirecting the conversation. “Why… how did you know I was in trouble?”

“I didn’t,” Iwaizumi says. “I mean, not until I heard you screaming.”

“Screaming seems like an exaggeration—”

“I thought it was the fire alarm at first,” Iwaizumi says. He is ruthless. Tooru likes it.

“Okay,” he concedes, “but that doesn’t explain why you were here.”

“Ah,” Iwaizumi says, “well… the days have been alternating.” When Tooru continues to look confused, he elaborates. “The first time you called us was on a Monday. Then Thursday of that same week. Then the next week, Friday. Then last week, back to Monday, then Thursday. Now it’s Friday, so I just thought…”

“Of course.” Tooru snaps his fingers in realization. “Spirits can’t tell the flow of time like you or I, so often, they’ll develop certain predictable paths of behavior… you must be sensitive to their ways in order to have seen that!”

Iwaizumi stares at him. “Or… I’m just better at pattern recognition than you are?”

Tooru waves a hand. “Whatever. Second question: did you break my door down?”

Iwaizumi’s expression turns slightly shifty. “Kicked it off its hinges, actually… I can fix it.”

Tooru only wishes he'd been there to witness it. Iwaizumi stands, and Tooru allows himself to be helped to his feet, Iwaizumi’s strong, sturdy arms steadying him after he pulls Tooru off the floor. He notices, then, two fuzzy gazes peering out of the mirror at him, and scowls at them. He can’t decide how angry he is yet. On the one hand, having Iwaizumi come daringly to his rescue is hardly the worst thing that could be happening to him on a Friday afternoon. On the other hand, he’d been stuck inside of a toilet when it had happened; not quite the stuff of romance novels.

Iwaizumi notices him staring, and turns to look curiously at the mirror. “You don’t act like they’re evil.”

“They’re not,” Tooru says, rolling his eyes. “They’re just meddlesome and stupid.”

“Hey!” Hinata yelps.

“Well, you are.”

Iwaizumi’s lips twitch. “So… mind telling me what they were meddling for?”

“Um…” Tooru does mind—but unfortuately, it doesn’t seem as though this is going to stop unless he does something drastic. Like telling Iwaizumi the truth. And so, because he doesn’t want some innocent civilian constantly being pulled into the affairs of ghosts, he says glumly, “They want me to ask you out.”

There. Now, Iwaizumi will reject him, and Kageyama and Hinata will finally get out of his business.

“Well, why don’t you?” Iwaizumi asks.

“Why don’t I what?”

“Why don’t you ask me out?”

Tooru opens his mouth to explain why he’s not going to ask Iwaizumi out, when his synapses finish firing properly. He blinks. “...I thought you’d say no.”

“Okay…” Iwaizumi says, and though his expression is completely serious, Tooru swears his dark eyes are gleaming a bit in amusement. “Why would I say no?”

“Because I’m weird,” Tooru tells him. Is he being made fun of?

Iwaizumi shrugs. “Everyone’s a little weird,” he says. “You talk to ghosts. I get crushes on idiots who can talk to ghosts. While I’m trying to fix their haunted toilet.”

“You—have a—” Tooru splutters. “On—on me?”

“Yeah, so, I may not have been totally honest before?” Iwaizumi confesses. “You did freak my colleague out, but I offered to take the house calls from you… I was pretty curious.”

Tooru gapes at him for a few more seconds, before composing himself. He attempts to sweep his hair back, but just ends up knocking the towel off his head. He acts like this was intentional.

“Well, then,” he says, “I’m glad that’s been resolved.” He turns to address the room at large. “You hear that, you monsters? I told you I’d take care of it, so you can stop being the worst, now.” Oh, my god, Iwaizumi is into him.

“You didn’t take care of jack shit,” Kageyama says.

“Language, Tobio-chan!”

“You swear all the time!”

“What… are their names again?” Iwaizumi asks.

“The stupid one is Shouyou,” Tooru says, ignoring Hinata’s continued protesting. “And the stupider one is Tobio.” Tobio joins in.

Iwaizumi tries unsuccessfully to bite back a grin. “Okay. Well… Shouyou, Tobio, I’m Hajime. It’s, uh—nice to meet you?”

The discarded towel suddenly lifts at the corners, like it’s waving at Iwaizumi. He takes a reflexive step backwards, before laughing, somewhat in shock. He waves back.

It makes Tooru feel terribly fond, which he hates; not just because he's only spoken to Iwaizumi five times so far in his life, but also because Hinata and Kageyama deserve an exorcism, not an introduction. But Tooru thinks he will let it slide, this once.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asks Iwaizumi.

“I would…” Iwaizumi says, “but I should probably head home to shower…”

“Stay,” Tooru says lightly, even though his heart is pounding, just a little. “And use mine?”

Iwaizumi grins. “Might as well. I’m pretty familiar with it already.”

This is actually a continuation of a previous ghost!KageHina fic I wrote, which can be read here! And has a sequel here~

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kuriquinn · 6 years

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Telanadas [2/19]

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first chapter

Sakura’s resolve to press on only lasts a half hour, if only because Nature makes a more convincing argument than Comfort. Darkness falls sooner than expected, and they are forced to find shelter.

As the winds grow strong enough to press the travellers up against the sharp, icy façade of the mountain, Sasuke spots a cave almost obscured by rock and snow. Even luckier, it is large enough that all four of them can fit comfortably inside without infringing on each other’s personal space. Having had to sleep crowded against Naruto on at least two occasions lately and subjected to his kicking, Sasuke is more than relieved about this.

Once inside, Kakashi uses his magic to erect a barrier of fire, offering both protection from enemies and the frigid gusts of wind. As the blood flows back into Sasuke’s fingers and toes, the mage conjures a small fire. Meanwhile, Sakura takes on the undesirable job of fashioning a small latrine at the back of the cave.

“That’s all we need is for one of you to wander out to take a crap and fall off the side of a mountain,” she says cheerfully.

Sasuke doubts any of them will make use of such a thing unless they are snowed in here for days. Then again, dwarves and humans have such odd notions of hygiene and propriety he cannot be entirely sure.

While Sasuke lays out their gear and armour to dry near the fire, Naruto digs about in their supplies to put together a warm meal.

Though meal is being polite, Sasuke thinks with a grimace.

“I do not understand how you people can eat this,” he mutters, the complaint escaping him before he can stop it. He was taught to consider food no more than fuel, but after weeks of the same paltry fare he has lost patience. “Do I even want to know what it is?”

“I think it was lamb at some point,” Sakura says, accepting the makeshift bowl of tasteless noodles and jerky from the human. “But the texture…isn’t one I’d normally associate with lamb.”

“Beggars cannot be choosers,” Kakashi replies mildly, shrugging one shoulder.

“What are you guys talking about?” Naruto asks, slurping down his share. “This is so much better than that frilly stuff we had back at the castle! I hate food I can’t pronounce. And this stuff never goes bad. I bet if we packed it away, it’d still be good to eat fifty years from now!”

Sasuke stares at him in disgust. “I cannot even tell if you are joking or not.”

“He is not,” Kakashi confirms, examining what is left of their rations. “I am rather sure these are from supply caches that have not been opened since the Storm Age. They were old before I stole them from the Circle of Magi.”

“And…I’m done,” Sakura says, offering her still-full bowl to Naruto, who cheers and adds the share to his own. Sasuke is tempted to do the same, but as it might be construed as a kindness to the human, he refrains. “What about you, Sasuke-kun? You didn’t eat like this where you grew up, right?”

As always, she is trying to find out more about him.

“No.” He intends to leave it at that, but when she gazes up at him beseechingly, a follow-up question clearly on her lips, he elaborates: “Simple fare. Bread made from seeds. Milk from our halla. Vegetables.”

He tries not to lick his lips at the mere thought of tomatoes. It has been so long since they had a decent meal.

“Halla?” Sakura repeats, confused. “Is that a kind of animal in Oto?”

Sasuke tenses, realising his unconscious slip.

“Not necessarily Oto,” Kakashi answers for him, eyes widening in understanding. “Halla are creatures like horned stags. The Dalish consider them to be noble companions.” He raises an eyebrow. “I had wondered about the markings on your face, Sasuke. They resemble none of the tattoos that the House of Crows use…but I have never seen that particular vallaslin before, either.”

“Dalish?” Naruto asks Sasuke in slack-jawed awe. “Wow, really? Arl Hiruzen used to talk about the Dalish, but I’ve never actually met one before!”

“Your powers of observation are worse than I thought, as you have been travelling with one for weeks now,” Sasuke bites out.

“Oi!”

“What’s vallaslin?” Sakura asks quickly, obviously attempting to curtail an argument.

Sasuke shrugs noncommittally, not wanting to explain.

“It translates to ‘blood writing’, if memory serves,” Kakashi says in his place. “A sign of adulthood, and adherence to the beliefs and traditions of the Dalish. It is surprising that one who submitted to the ritual would then be found working as an assassin for the House of Crows.”

“Chains of a past that no longer exists,” Sasuke interrupts. “I am going to sleep. It has been a long day.”

He turns away from the fire, a clear message that he has no intention of answering any questions or pursuing the discussion further.

He can feel Sakura’s eyes on him, but after a short pause, she suddenly says, “Well, that still sounds a lot better than what happened to me. I got this—” He imagines she is pointing at the rhombus shaped brand on her forehead, “—just for being born in the wrong place.”

“Heh. I understand what that’s like,” Naruto snorts.

“Maybe. Except as far as I know, Konoha doesn’t brand a newborn with a hot poker just because his parents were unwed.”

“What? No way!”

“Uh-huh. The minute a casteless dwarf is born, we get marked, so there’s no way to mistake who we are if the nobles catch us lurking in the richer quarters. Also, it makes it way easier for Carta recruiters to decide which kids they can press-gang into doing their dirty work.”

“Carta—the dwarven crime syndicate?” Kakashi questions, sounding surprised.

Back still turned in a pretence of sleep, Sasuke frowns. He does not find that surprising at all. It certainly explains her occasionally mercenary attitude and her talent for surviving insurmountable odds. The Carta offers about as friendly an upbringing as the Crows do.

“They’re the ones who smuggled lyrium to the Templars,” Naruto whispers, a little uncomfortable. No doubt he had comrades who suffered from that particular addiction. “You were one of them?”

“There wasn’t much choice,” she replies, unembarrassed. “Since the most respectable job for a casteless dwarf is sweeping the streets, and there’s only a few people who even get that job. It’s either work for the Carta or become a noble hunter. And I’d starve to death begging before I got on my back for some jacked-up noble because I might bear him a son.” She sounds abruptly fierce just then. “No disrespect to the women I grew up with who did that—there’d be no dwarves left down there if there were no noble hunters. But I won’t sell my heart for the small chance of pretty clothes and jewels.”

Sasuke snorts at this.

There is that naivety again.

“It seems we are talking too loudly and disturbing the elf’s sleep,” Kakashi remarks wryly, but Sasuke refuses to reply. It is enough that he has been forced by close quarters to listen to this.

Sakura is not so easily fooled; though she does not speak to him, her next words are pointed.

“People should be allowed to love one another without reprisal. Without duty or society or anyone else’s agenda getting in the way,” Sakura says, and her tone has lost all the levity he would normally associate with it. She only sounds like that when defending a cause that she considers worthy.

“You’re right,” Naruto says quickly. “The world would be a much nicer place if that were true.”

“Perhaps some places,” Kakashi says carefully. “Circles of the Magi, for one. But for the good of the many, sometimes the desires of the few need to be set aside. Many a peace accord may never have happened if the belligerents in a conflict did not seal it with a marriage. And our world may have looked much different.”

“Maybe up here on the surface,” Sakura says. “Back in Iwa they’re so obsessed with blood purity that soon there won’t be anyone left to marry, diplomatic or not. If people could choose…if people could choose, Iwa might not be falling into the dust.”

There is sadness and anger in her tone, coupled with the sudden shifting of her body.

“Anyhow. It’s not like any of this matters here and now,” she goes on, and her tone is such an abrupt shift to cheeriness that Sasuke knows it is fake. “We just have to get to that temple and find those ashes to help Arl Hiruzen.”

“That is assuming they do exist,” Kakashi says reasonably. “This ‘Urn of Sacred Ashes’ could be nothing more than a rumour. Or a hoax.”

“You couldn’t have said something before we climbed half a mountain to get here?” Sakura jokes lightly. “Shannaro…”

“No, it’s real,” Naruto insists, faithful Templar even now. “Just wait, we’ll get those ashes back to him and he’ll be kicking down Danzō’s door in no time—believe it!”

The dwarf is not the only naïve one.

“I’m sure you’re right, Naruto,” Sakura says warmly. “But in order to get up there, we need to be at full strength. Which means sleep. I can take first watch if you want.”

“No, you’ve been pushing yourself pretty hard the last few days, Sakura. Take a break. Kakashi and I can keep a lookout since someone’s being a lazy arse.”

The recipient of the barb rolls his eyes.

“Naruto,” Sakura warns.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Go on, Sakura, he is right. You are no good to your cause if you pass out and freeze to death in the snow,” Kakashi coaxes.

“Hah! Like I’d let that happen!” Naruto scoffs.

“Well, thank you guys. I guess I can take an hour—but I will take second watch at least.”

That is what you think, Sasuke decides.

Annoying as the humans are, they are correct. Sakura is no good to them dead from exhaustion. Especially since Sasuke has thrown his lot in with her, he intends to keep her alive until he figures her out.

It should not be an issue to take the next watch.

There is a sound of shifting armour and the rustling of a camp bed, and he imagines Sakura has indeed turned in for the night. Kakashi and Naruto murmur to each other quietly, not wanting to disturb her; Sasuke is not so lucky, his ears picking up even the quietest whispers.

“I’m actually just as tired,” Naruto groans. “I’ll play you for first watch, if you promise not to cheat.”

“No, you go ahead and sleep. I’ll stay up and read for a little.”

“Ugh…just make sure you ‘read’ far away from my blanket.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. You mages are all perverts…”

Sasuke silently agrees.

After that, everything goes quiet (or as quiet as they can with Naruto’s snores). Sasuke allows himself to sink into a light sleep for a few hours, but when his ears pick up on Kakashi shifting in discomfort, he rouses himself. The older man has an odd propensity to take longer watches than he ought, to let everyone else rest. This makes no sense considering Sasuke does not need as much sleep as anyone else in the party. Sakura would say it is because Kakashi is an old mother hen at heart, but Sasuke is not sure. He does not trust humans, and mages even less, even when they do not wear masks to cover all but the eyes, the way Kakashi does.

With a stretch, Sasuke climbs out of his bedroll. He heads for the mouth of the cave to take a piss, then goes to sit beside the mage.

“I will take the watch until morning,” he murmurs. “You people are no use to me dead on your feet.”

“I sense there was concern in there somewhere behind all the stoic,” Kakashi remarks.

“Tch.”

“I’m serious, Sasuke. You are so tightly wound, it cannot be good for you. You know what would do you some good?”

“I suspect you are about to tell me.”

“If you went out some time, found a girl, and did naughty things with her that did not involve trousers,” the mage continues as if he hasn’t heard him. “If you are in the market, I know of at least one who is definitely interested.”

The way his eyes slide toward where Sakura is sleeping, albeit fitfully, leaves no question to whom he is referring.

“Len’alas lath’din,” Sasuke grumbles, turning away in contempt.

“Now, now, that is not very polite,” the mage says, more amused than offended. And it should not surprise Sasuke that the older man knows Elvish, especially given his remarks earlier about blood writing. No doubt he has read about it in his studies, locked away in one of those shemlen towers.

He honestly has no intention of replying, but Kakashi continues to look more amused than he should. It reminds Sasuke a little of the teasing his cousin Shisui used to subject him to, and now, as then, his pride does not allow him to let it go.

“What makes you think I have not already?” he hedges.

Kakashi chuckles. “I can smell purity a mile away. It is a talent.”

“That proves to be useful, I am sure.”

“Not that often, as it turns out. It would be much better if I could sense Templars. It might make them easier to avoid.”

Sasuke snorts. “You have my deepest condolences.”

“Heh. Likewise.” Kakashi puts away his well-worn, orange-covered book. “And so does she.”

The comment has Sasuke puzzling over it longer than he will admit.

When he gets it, he wonders if it is too late to hit the older man.

Translations:

Halla – type of horned stag, used by the Dalish to pull their landships

Vallaslin – intricate facial tattoos worn by adult clan members of the Dalish elf tribes

Arl – feudal title; rules over an arling

Lyrium – valuable mineral/material whose consumption can strengthen a mage and boost their mana

Len’alas lath’din - dirty child no one loves; Dalish insult

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ticklygiggles · 7 years

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Space nerd

A/N: Omg this has been in my ask box for A G E S. Anon, I hope you’re still around so you can read this x.x I’m so sorry.

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime is a mess and Oikawa Tooru knows nerdy facts about the Universe.

#1 “Don’t you dare” and #47 “D-Don’t do that with your lips” - IwaOi

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Iwaizumi was impressed when he first saw the place Oikawa chose to have lunch together. There was a small bench under a big tree that provided some protection from the slightly hot weather. It looked lovely, to say the less, and it was in the school territory which made Iwaizumi wonder if Oikawa had brought the bench here by himself.

“I didn’t know about this place”, Oikawa beamed, squeezing Iwaizumi’s hand tighter as he brought the lunch boxes closer to his chest.

“Stunning right? I found it like two weeks ago and I thought about you, Iwa-chan~!”, Iwaizumi blushed and let go of Oikawa’s hand. Almost not noticing the hurt pout on his face. Almost.

“Anyways, I hope you like this lunch, my mom helped me do it, but I did most of it!”, Iwaizumi smiled a little and when he saw the excitement taking Oikawa’s face he turned his head away.

He heard a soft sigh and his heart sinked a little, though, Oikawa’s cheerful voice called for his attention again as he placed a lunch box in front of him. His mouth became water as he saw what was inside.

“I know you like tofu so I made that”, Oikawa placed a tiny kiss on Iwaizumi’s cheek before he could turn his head away again. Iwaizumi hoped he didn’t see the blush taking his cheeks, if Oikawa did he didn’t say anything.

Spring was making its appearance once again. The weather was slightly hotter and the sky clear and blue. Iwaizumi heard Oikawa sighing happily as he eat up his food. Hajime could hear chatting from other students coming from miles and miles away, entering into his and Oikawa’s bubble just enough to add some white noise into the silence surrounding them… slightly awkward silence, at least for Iwaizumi.

“Iwa-chan”, Oikawa whined, and turning his head to look at his boyfriend Iwaizumi knew that it was slightly awkward for Oikawa too. “You know,“ he whispered, looking down at his food and poking it with his chopsticks. “We’re in a relationship. I think we need to talk with each other a bit more, but you keep kinda ignoring me”, Oikawa pouted a little and looked up at Iwaizumi. He didn’t say a thing, just kept eating and Oikawa chuckled, “you’re not a good boyfriend, Iwa-chan”. He stuck his tongue out feeling just slightly hurt.

Iwaizumi did feel fully hurt, though, because he was, indeed, not a good boyfriend. They’ve been dating for almost three months now and their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret around the school, thanks to a very shiny person, of course.

However, Iwaizumi was still shy, not because he didn’t want to let everyone know that he’s in a relationship with Oikawa, as hell if he minds what other people think… but he’s still shy around Oikawa. He can barely look at him in the eyes without blushing.

They’ve been best friends for ages and talking with Oikawa was never a problem, but when things started to change and looks became longer and brushing hands became a normal thing, he was more than embarrassed to be around Oikawa. He was stunning and just the thought of Oikawa’s true smile was enough to fill Iwaizumi’s stomach wirh awkward yet funny butterflies…

… but Oikawa didn’t know that and Iwaizumi was not going to tell him anytime soon, so how would Oikawa know his feelings?

Well, Oikawa would know because he’s Oikawa Tooru and his boyfriend was his best friend. He would know something is bothering Iwaizumi before Iwaizumi knew something is borhering him. That’s why, noticing the tip of Iwaizumi’s ears becoming red and how his nose scrunched up a little (something he does when he’s over thinking), Oikawa smiled a little and tugged Iwaizumi’s ear lobe playfully, making him jump a little.

“You’re always so quite when you think too much”

“Hmmm”, Iwaizumi answered, leaning on the hand caressing his cheek, but flinching away when he started to feel Oikawa leaning closer to him. He cursed himself when Oikawa retracted his hand and Iwaizumi missed the warmth at the instant. He sighed.

“Listen, Hajime”, Iwaizumi felt his insides flutter. “Let’s play a game, yeah?”, he frowned, tilting his head to one side.

“What about?”, Oikawa beamed when Iwaizumi finally talked back at him. He clapped his hands together, too excited to hold it back.

“I’ll make you a question, if your answer is wrong you’ll get a little punishment”, Iwaizumi noticed how Oikawa tried to act as he didn’t see the blush spreading on Iwaizumi’s cheeks. “But if your answer is right, you’ll get a reward! How’s that?”, he looked at him with hope in his eyes and he made that face. The face he knows Iwaizumi is weak against. That little… sunshine.

“Yeah. Okay, fine”, he received a kiss on the nose and a big smile from Oikawa.

“That’s your first reward for correct answer”, Iwaizumi wanted to hide his face forever. “Right! So next question is… what’s Issei’s last name?”, Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

“Matsukawa”

“Correct!”, Oikawa leaned down and kissed Iwaizumi’s forehead, lingering there for five exact seconds… not that Iwaizumi counted them or something. “Good, now, Hanamaki has a what in his last name?”

“Flower”

“Nice! Reward~”, Iwaizumi closed his eyes when he felt a kiss in the cheek, this one only lasted three seconds and a half. “Okay, so who has the hottest thighs in Karasuno?”

“Uh… Sawamura Daichi?”, Oikawa gasped.

“Hajime, what are you doing checking out Mr. Refreshing’s boyfriend’s thighs?”, Iwaizumi blushed deep red and Oikawa only giggled and kissed him on the other cheek. “Just kidding, but you where right and you’re not allowed to check out anyone’s thighs anymore, understood?”, Iwaizumi nodded, too busy enjoying the shivers running down his spine as Oikawa’s puffs of air brushed his cheeks.

The game kept on, easy questions led to easy answers and that led to lovely rewards that made Iwaizumi’s heart melt. By now, Oikawa had kissed him all over the face, except for his lips and Iwaizumi was more than desperate to kiss Oikawa.

When was the last time he kissed Oikawa, anyways? Was it this morning? No… this morning Iwaizumi was late so he didn’t get the chance to walk to school with Oikawa. Maybe when he saw him in class? Maybe-

“Iwa-Chan!’, Iwaizumi snapped back and found Oikawa’s chocolate eyes staring at him. “Are you thinking about your answer?”

“Uh… I didn’t hear you, Tooru. Can you repeat that?”, Oikawa sighed.

"Just because you do that cute thing with your nose when you think too hard”, Iwaizumi frowned.

“What thi-”

”Okay, the question was: how many Earths could fit in the sun?”, Iwaizumi stared at Oikawa and the latter giggled. “Don’t look at me like that, just answer!”

“How am I supposed to know that?”, Oikawa shrugged.

“I don’t know… one thousand?”, he shivered when Oikawa smirked.

“Wrong answer, Hajime~ the answer is one million. You’ll get punished~”, Iwaizumi blushed and his eyes wineded when Oikawa started to wiggle his fingers at him.

“Don’t you dare, Oikawa! And how am I sure that’s the right ans- wahait!”, he squeaked when Oikawa launched at him, latching his hands onto Iwaizumi’s hips and squeezing the bones with precision. Iwaizumi throws his back and fell into the bench. “Nohohot fahahair! Stohohop!”

"This is totally fair, Iwa-chan. The punishment is that you get tickled for five seconds and you can’t stop it or I’ll tickle you for 10 seconds more”

“You bahahastard!”, Iwaizumi shrieked.

"And I know for a fact this is a good spot~”, Oikawa sings, drilling his thumbs into Iwaizumi’s hips, enjoying the way his lover arched up his back, but kept his hands down over his stomach, clenching his uniform. Oikawa did tickled him for five seconds, or that’s what Iwaizumi thinks.

“Fine! Next question is what is the densest object known in the universe?”, Iwaizumi wineded his eyes, lifting his head up to look at Oikawa. He was smirking down at him.

“That’s totally not fair, T-”

“Answer the question, Hajime”

“M-meheheteorite?”

“Wrong! The answer is Neutron Star. Punishment!“, Iwaizumi shrieked and squirmed when Oikawa dug his fingers into his tummy, clawing the muscles until Iwaizumi snorted with laughter.

"You sahahaid five seconds!”, he tried to sit up again when the tickling finally stopped. This time he did counted the seconds and Tooru cheated.

“That wahahas seven seconds!”, he pressed his hands over his tingly stomach and breathed out, his back against the bench.

“Oops, Sorry. My bad~ okay next question!”

“No!”, Iwaizumi finally sat up and grabbed Oikawa’s hands, a nervous smile stretching his lips. “No mohohore weird questions!”, Oikawa giggled.

“Fine, fine. An easy one!”, Iwaizumi nodded and he felt his cheeks burning when Oikawa started to intertwine their fingers together. “What’s 8 plus 9?”

“Eighteen”, Oikawa quirked an eyebrow and before Iwaizumi could take his answer back he dug into his ribs, sending him back into the bench as he squirmed and laughed out of his mind as his ticklish spot was being attacked without mercy.

“You just want to be tickled, Iwa-chan~”.

“Wahahait please!”, Iwaizumi shrieked when Oikawa clawed his hands on his ribs, vibrating his fingers against the bones and inbetween. He howled with laughter and Oikawa giggled and blushed because he has Iwaizumi Hajime laughing hysterically just by a few touches on his rib cage, and, besides that, listening to Iwaizumi’s laughter was one of his biggest guilty pleasures.

“Ack no! Nohoho! D-Don’t do that with your lips!”, Oikawa leaned down on Iwaizumi’s neck and started to nibble and brush his lips against the soft spot under his chin as his fingers squeezed the bottom of his ribs, right where Hajime was the most ticklish.

“Say, Hajime”, Oikawa whispered over his ear, not stopping his playful assault as Iwaizumi squeaked and arched and withdrew and screamed. “Do you love me?”.

Iwaizumi hoped the growing heat on his cheeks was caused because of the lack of oxygen and his hysterical laughter.He nodded anyway, taking the opportunity to be sincere about his feelings now that he was in this very weak and vulnerable state, however, Oikawa kept torturing that frigging spot and he was reaching his limits.

“My Gohohod, Tooru!”, Iwaizumi cried. “Stohohop please!”, Oikawa stopped, soothing Iwaizumi’s ribs with the palm of his hands to stop the tingling sensations. His after giggles were enough to turn Oikawa’s insides into jelly.

“I love you too, Hajime”, Iwaizumi breathed out and looked up at Oikawa, smiling widely at him and Oikawa blushed, smiling back down at his lover. “You’re beautiful, Iwa-chan”

“You’re even more beautiful”, Oikawa giggled and Iwaizumi just about died of embarrassment, until he finally felt Oikawa’s lips met his own, kissing him softly but then more fiercely until they were breathing heavily through their noses, not wanting to pull apart for nothing in the world.

“Oh shit!”, with a loud thud, both of them fell down into the grass. Iwaizumi now on top and Oikawa right under him.

“You’re so stupid, Oikawa”, they both broke apart in bubble laughter. Touching their foreheads together.

“Hajime?”, Iwaizumi hummed and he was barely aware of a bell ringing in the distant, too busy nuzzling Oikawa’s cheeks and pampering kisses here and there. “I think we’re very late for class”.

“Are we in school?”, their giggles were loud enough to let Matsukawa and Hanamaki finally find them for practice. Oikawa and Iwaizumi laughed when Makki and Mattsun screamed in fake disgust as Iwaizumi and Oikawa kissed away as if their lives depended on it.

Iwaizumi Hajime wasn’t very good speaking up his emotions, but he doesn’t need to worry about it because Oikawa Tooru can read him better than the palm of his hand. And that was enough for the both of them.

#haikyuu!!#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #tickle fic #ticklish!iwaizumi #mia's things #omg this suuuucks i'm so sorry #and i'm sorry for being hella late #im traaash

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