#♡ iwa

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you're dating hajime and you told him you wouldn't be able to come see him play because you were busy but you're able to get out of it and turn up anyway without his knowledge but the thing about iwa is he would be the best boyfriend in the world and he notices you in the crowd, he is the epitome of:

"how did you know i was here? did you see me?"

"when do i not see you?"

"what, one face in all that crowd?"

"there was a crowd, too?"

[lale-txt]

˚₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥ +18 ; dilf!iwaizumi ; gn!reader

iwaizumi hajime (43) athletic trainer with his salt-and-pepper hair and tiny wrinkles around his eyes who swears he's not into his new assistant, that he's just being a good mentor and nothing more, really. his calloused hand just happens to find the small of your back anytime you show him your notes on the clipboard, an occasional "thanks, sweetheart" slipping from his lips when you bring him a coffee in the morning (you memorized his order, on his turns he just gets you whatever is the sweetest thing on the menu), his protective–protective, not possessive, he tells himself–instincts flaring up when someone on the team gets a little too friendly with you.

he didn't mean to pocket your panties. you just happened to forget them in the shower when you crashed at his place, a little drunk and a little heartbroken, "i didn't know where else to go" sniffled against his broad chest. for a brief moment iwaizumi thought about decking whoever dared to break your heart. he lets you have the bed, letting you sleep off whatever liquor and heartache you poured inside your body while he takes the couch, his fist curled around the lace of your abandoned panties and his leaking cock while he tries not to go insane over your scent lingering in every corner of his place. a losing game.

it was the early morning hours when he heard your bare feet shuffle over from the bedroom. he has it all memorized; the way the couch dipped slightly when you crawled all over him and how you whispered his name, knowing he was awake. you straddling his lap, the gasp that fell from your lips when he slotted one thigh between yours, letting you use him to grind out whatever feeling had your heart in a chokehold. he came in his pants twice while you whined and whimpered against the shell of his ear, frustrated over the neverending throbbing between your thighs, and it's only when you sucked his fingers in your mouth that he had mercy on you, flipping and bending you over until you took all of him, until your holes were sore and dripping from him, until he carved himself into your being.

you don't get your panties back, but it's okay; iwaizumi leaves you with a bite mark on your inner thigh and the promise that he'll buy you new ones if you manage to keep his cum inside without dripping while you two go out to grab some coffee.

[salsakiyoomi]

"i want to get married."

iwaizumi's head snaps up at your statement his attention diverted from his phone to you and his brows furrow in confusion "what?"

"i want to get married." you repeat yourself again, leaning back against the couch cushions and throwing your legs over the armrest.

iwaizumi scoffs, a confused smile on his face "this is the last joke, right?" he questions, frowning down at you as you're looking up at him — it's a bit late into the afternoon, but too early for you to start saying nonsense since you've always been so adamant about not getting married.

you roll your eyes at him, "no." and iwaizumi's frown deepens, "are you okay?" he asks.

you scowl at him "the hell's that supposed to mean?"

he shrugs, his gaze turning back to his screen "just...you're being weird again."

"you're so rude and for what." you huff, rolling your eyes again, you cross your arms, now staring at the ceiling above, "i want to get married, haji."

"can't help you with that." he's still scrolling through his phone, not paying much mind to you.

"i want to have like, a las vegas wedding." you say, and iwaizumi turns off his phone — now you've captured his attention since he stares at you as if you've grown two head, you grin at his expression and iwaizumi assumes the worst — is it that you're suggesting you want to go to las vegas? it is only a four hour drive from california after all.

"a las vegas wedding?" iwaizumi questions as if making sure he heard you correctly.

"yeah like, you know, the ones in those casinos?" you gesture around with your hands as if to emphasize your point, "like i wanna throw on a white dress — but like, not the puffy ones, like a party dress, sequins and glitter one — or you know what, actually, a puffy dress would be awesome." you ramble on, iwaizumi's looking down at you, amused, "anyway, what i'm saying is that i wanna get absolutely hammered, throw on a white dress and get married in vegas."

iwaizumi snorts, "who you gonna get married to?"

"i don't know." you shrug, you reposition yourself now so that your head is laying in his lap and you look up at him, grinning mischievously, "you."

iwaizumi's eyes slightly widen, the tips of his ears turning pink and he groans, pushing you off of him, "you're so weird." he may have pushed you a little too hard that you fell off the couch with a dull thud.

he tries to ignore his skipped heartbeat as your laughter echoes through the living and iwaizumi's hand is curled at his mouth to hide his smile, "come on." you chide, "you know — say, we do get married in vegas, technically then, you'll only be married in vegas."

iwaizumi frowns, "that's not true, who told you that?" you're looking up at him with an entertained smile on your face, "you know, it's way too easy get married in vegas, right? why do you think so many people get married accidentally when they're drunk?"

iwaizumi scoffs, and leans back on the couch, arms crossed — it was a calm afternoon on his day off until you started on with your marriage shit, but unfortunately ( fortunately ) for him, you were his best friend, and roommate, so he had to put up with it, even if he has to pretend to be annoyed sometimes.

he says, "i really hope one day you'll finally mature enough that you stop saying weird shit all of the time."

you laugh, "you're just jealous you can't be as creative as me." iwaizumi rolls his eyes, watching as you get up from the ground and walk closer to him, too close actually that your face is right up his, "but it's fine, i'll get that vegas wedding one day."

you laugh, drawing back away from him and iwaizumi looks away, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, "yeah, dream on."

you hum in response, and with the way your gaze seems to be a bit too distant, iwaizumi assumes you've gone off on to your own little world now, you're no longer looking at him, instead staring at the tv that has a spanish show playing that neither of you understand, but he knows you're not listening when he mumbles a soft, "maybe even a real wedding." under his breath.

[tomasweetheart]

I'M NOT A VIOLENT DOG, I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE.

pairing: i. hajime x gn!reader

includes: hurt/no comfort, iwa gets into a fight, blood mention, cursing, iwa and reader are friends, reader refuses to be with iwaizumi due to emotional constipation, pre-timeskip, w.c 3.0k

notes: "always an angel never a god", "i don't know why i am the way i am ; not strong enough to be your man", "i can't love you how you want me too", yeah. i'm having a fucking field day.

soundtrack: not strong enough, bite the hand

It's nearly midnight when you hear the soft raps against your front door. You cautiously open it to find a disheveled Hajime, bruised and battered with red blood trickling down his nose.

"...The other guy looks worse..." he mumbles, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, "...I didn't know where else to go, (y/n) I'm sorry. I had a fight with my dad and Oikawa is asleep for once — "

"Haji, just..." you say, holding up your hand with a sigh, moving to the side, "...just get inside, it's cold."

He's the last face you wanna see and the last person you want to offer a semblance of comfort for right now, but even though you haven't talked in weeks, he's still your friend.

"What was it this time?" you whisper, leading him in the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub and watches you rummage through the cabinet to find a first aid kit.

He can't help the way his eyes trail over your body, he wants to hold you. That was his first thought, he wants to hold you, feel you pressed against him while he sobs and apologizes for every little thing he's ever done wrong by you.

But he won't.

"Some guy, said somethin' stupid to me," he mumbled, looking down at his lap where his fists lay clenched in anger, "I don't...it's not right, I know, I know it isn't (y/n). I can't help it, I get so worked up over everything and then..."

He stops mid-sentence, breathing hitching as he raises his head to look at you. His gaze is pleading, begging you to understand a part of him that he won't even show you.

You offer him a sympathetic look for a split second before your eyebrows furrow, pressing the tissue against his nose and tilting his head up higher with your other hand on his chin.

"You can help it, Haji," you muttered, pulling back to look at him, your gaze almost pitying and it makes him sick to his stomach, "I know you can. You know what your problem is? You never know what you're feeling because all your emotions stack on top of each other like a jenga tower waiting to fall."

His own brows knit together, his own expression slowly turning to frustration, "You don't know shit about how I feel," he growls, "you don't know anything."

"You're right, I don't," you quip back, hand gripping his chin tighter, "how should I? You want me to love you, but you won't show every part of yourself. You're scared and you don't trust me enough to love you past all of it."

His gaze softens once more, pulling your hand away with a gentle tug and looking down at the bathroom floor in shame.

"I know you're scared, Haji," you whispered again, voice cracking with emotion as your eyes glazed over with tears, "I can't expect you not to be, but...you don't trust me. I get it, okay? It's hard to open up right away and that's not what I expect. I just want you to find a way to sort through it yourself."

How could he open up? Hajime Iwaizumi, the hothead, Oikawa Tooru's best friend. A side character to everything who's only there for the development of the main guy. It doesn't matter how he feels, it's a burden. It's who he is, what defines him. He loses that and he loses everything...except you, but he's not sure how much he wants to trade in his reputation for you yet.

And here you are, waiting for a man who doesn't know if he wants to change. Waiting for someone who you know is so much more than anger, than the side character. Waiting and waiting for when he sees that himself, but to no avail.

When he slowly lifts his head up to meet your gaze, you expect an apology. You expect a change in heart from him, a promise to figure out how to sort through it all. You can see his own eyes are watery, ironic the way he wouldn't let you see him cry. You expect everything except what he actually confesses.

"I'm moving to California."

[cnnmairoll]

Chibi Haikyuu Doodles ! (Aoba Johsai! Edition)

[red-writes]

he loves it when you get desperate like this, he can just lean back against the headboard and rest a hand on your hip, squeezing the fat there and just watching you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. he just groans praises out and curses whenever he feels your cunt squeeze him like it’s tryna wring his balls dry. you’re a pathetic mess on him, hips moving at a sporadic pace because every time his tip hits your g-spot you crumble and mewl not able to keep a steady rhythm on him. but he encourages you anyway telling you to, “take what you need” and that “he’s all yours” gods. he knows what he’s doing too, cupping your tits and squeezing ‘em in his hands just to watch your eyes squeeze shut.

[vanisbakery]

in times of distress we have iwa. (woke rocky if y’all didn’t know yet)

[jadeoru]

what if i made a part two of the minion iwa fic.....

[xxgoldie]

y'all fuck with haikyuu? been rewatching it for the first time in years and I may or may not have to add it to my roster of fandoms I write for when I'm done

[zumicho]

IWA LAYOUT!!!!!!!! IWA IS SO RARGHH anyways im like., terrified rn [exam results] BUT IM DOING GREAT OTHERWISE printing out fictiona;l characters for emotional support🙏🙏

OMG GOOD LUCK !! LMK HOW THEY GO <3

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IWA HEADCANON WITH A CHUBBY PRINCESS READER PLEASE

you should check out @bitch-for-bo they've done two whole fics about iwa and a chubby princess reader (i don't know if you've already read them anon but if you haven't you should check them out! and the rest of her fics because she's amazing!)

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guardian angel iwaizumi who has his hands full with you—a walking safety hazard—but unlocks a possessive streak when prompted to put together an entire guardian angel team to look after you

[zimtastisch]

Immer wenn ich an DWH und das Leben denke schau ich mir dieses Outtake an und erinnere mich daran, dass Buch-Fred eigentlich ein so Süßer ist und das eigentlich auch in den ersten beiden Filmen ganz gut rüberkam... viel Spaß bei dem süßesten Clip seit es Schokolaaade gibt 😍

(ganzes video mit mehr outtakes hier)

[ktsumu]

hi kit! how are you lately? what character is taking up the most space in the brain?

hi amira !! i'm actually so good right now it's a little odd LMAOOO how are you :^D? your whole pfp/theme is SO CUTE by the way i love the pink so much

if i HAD to narrow it down to a single character ... issei matsukawa. i had ONE THOUGHT about him however long ago and he has not left my brain since, and the movie coming up doesn't help with the haikyuu phase resurgence either so

[bonyato]

See, yokai watch can be a pretty great comfort game. as long as you ignore The Horrors

[vanisbakery]

oughhhh vani adaptation rocky aaaaaaaaaggggg