#haikyuu cursed images

[takes1]

bokuto fucking your insecurities away

i LOVE his character. very fun to write. would love to do any requests for him!! working on an oikawa request now :)

warnings. nsfw. conversations around body image issues info. nsfw / rough sex / friend sex / chubby!reader / insecure!reader / bokuto has a praise thing / impatient!bokuto / airhead!bokuto / sweet!bokuto / bokuto likes big girls / dumb dick bokuto / pool party setting / 2.3k words

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Watchful eyes tracked the arrival of a group of girls from the house to the poolside, all clad in their colorful swimsuits, hats, sunglasses, and smiles.

Bokuto bumped a serve up to Akaashi and grinned at the perfect opportunity to show off in front of you.

SLAM! Right into the water on the other side of the net, splashing Washio hard in the face.

He cursed loud at his unnecessary force, but quickly shut himself up when the girls came walking around the side of the pool. He pushed the water off of his face with flexed arms.

Something was wrong, though. Bokuto swam to the side of the deep-end and pushed his body up to sit on the edge despite the game going on.

"Hey!" He waved enthusiastically to a couple of girls and brought them over.

They were more than happy to bend over in front of his sculpted, shiny body, but his attention was only taken by your absence.

"Where's (Y/n)?"

They frowned and stood back up, half-heartedly mentioning that you wouldn't come out of the room they all changed in, and walked away.

That just wouldn't do. He turned to look at the house.

"Put a towel on before you go inside!!" Akaashi called, exasperated he even had to tell him.

"AAAAAHH!!" Was his response; as good at articulating his frustration as any that he had to jog the distance back for a stupid towel.

Akaashi rolled his eyes into setting another ball. Bokuto rolled his eyes, too, and slid the screen door open.

It was so cold inside, his skin prickled up instantly. He wished you'd just come out already-- enjoy the warm sunshine, let him rub sunscreen all over you, lay on his chest in the pool. His stomach pooled with heat at the fantasy of it all.

Oh, you were coming out of that room even if he had to drag you out.

Just before his hand grabbed the doorknob, he thought better for a second. A loud, rhythmic knock.

"(Y/n)!! Come outside!" He yelled into the door.

He didn't spare a single second more to linger when he heard a faint sniffle.

You weren't a mess, but your eyes were still stinging and you were not happy to be walked in on when you had nothing but an ill-fitting t-shirt over your bikini, even if it was Bokuto.

His proportions were ridiculous. Giant, hulking shoulders and a strong, wide back dipped deliciously into his tiny waist. Itty-bitty trunks showed off his powerful thighs, though he was dripping all over the carpet.

In a way, it only brought you back down to the feeling that you were not up-to-snuff to walk out in your bathing suit with all these athletic bodies outside.

"What the hell?" He yelled; not at you, just at the fact that you were clothed, and clearly trying to not cry.

A couple steps forward made you tense. He caught this, so he turned around and closed the door behind him.

Being soft wasn't one of his strong suits, but he tried with you.

His affinity for you was never-ending after he passed you one day in the hallway. One big, empty-headed smile was all it took to start your odd friendship. He used this one interaction to wedge his way up to 'studying' with your small, academic club.

His eccentricities made him charming and personable to talk to, but Bokuto was undeniably attractive and even more popular. So, you weren't sure why he associated with you, since he never paid attention in your study group.

You pushed the wet off of your face with the heel of your hand and tried to sober up a little, "I'm going home."

Your voice sounded so hoarse and weak, you regretted saying anything and not just walking out when you had the chance.

Bokuto laughed as if you were really joking.

Instead of trying to explain yourself to him, which historically never went well in your favor, you grabbed your pants off of the floor.

His gaze dropping and necessary palming of his growing ache wasn't subtle, but you couldn't see it. That tiny shirt didn't cover your ass; he had to savor the sight.

His head spun with confusion and the beginnings of frustration at the sight of more clothes, "What are you doing?"

He tried again, desperate to keep you from putting on those pants, and closed the distance between you, "Come oooon, let's just go out there and have some fun! We're playin' some ball- I want'cha to watch me win!"

His big, adoring eyes chipped at your guard. Instead of getting lost in them, you looked to the side, to the corner you were changing in when you first started feeling like this bikini was a horrible idea.

A frown made his entire face droopy when he saw your expression harden.

"I should've gotten a one-piece," You muttered.

It took a few moments for him to process what was so bad about that. It took him longer to come up with a response, which gave you enough time to shiver at the lack of space he gave you.

You felt horrible that you wanted to leave him, since he was the reason you were invited and had the courage to wear something like this in the first place. It just didn't stand up to how overwhelming the possibility of judgement might be.

Bokuto closed the gap even more so you'd look up at him, face set, "You always think too hard about this stuff."

Frustrated that he couldn't even grasp at the concept, you gripped your shirt harder.

He let up, physically unable to keep a mean mug on his face for more than a few seconds.

"I'm sure ya look real good-," His wild and unruly imagination inspired an obvious up-and-down with his eyes. Your heart skipped at his intense energy.

"So come on!" He tore himself away, grabbed your wrist, and didn't give you the chance to pick apart his tone, "Let's go!"

You weren't moving despite his jerk towards the door. A frustrated sigh made you feel a bit smaller.

He was pretty imposing when he was close to you, and not his usual high-energy self.

This topic of contention wasn't new. He brushed away your usual self-deprecating jokes, and called you cute on a number of occasions-- you thought it was a joke, or just politeness. But he never got irritated before.

"Need me to prove it?" His thumb hooked under his the hem of his trunks and pulled on them enough to make you give a quick, uneven:

"N-o,"

One uncontrollable glance down, and your face was burning fast.

You were pretty sure you just saw his dick. He laughed at your sheepish reaction and slapped a hand to the back of his neck.

"I dunno how else to convince you that you're fuckin' gorgeous."

You tried to pretend not to see him adjust, but he was watching you, like an owl waiting for his mousey dinner. It was difficult to not feel aroused and curious when you were so plainly desired and lusted after by this big, stupid hottie.

The air between you was warm and still.

After a moment of deliberation, your fingers gripped the edges of your shirt and you lifted it off. It was more of a test to see if he still felt the same.

"Damn," He sighed, lids heavy, thumb still hooked to his trunks.

His free hand guided your face up to his- you found no reason to deny him a needy, raunchy kiss. He was so forward, there was no room to doubt or overthink his intentions when his hands were filling with your hips and chest so fervently.

You had never felt so wanted before.

The ease in which he picked you up and set you onto the bed forced a startled moan against his lips.

He sucked a toothy kiss to the side of your mouth with a boyish giggle, "Sooo pretty."

This time, you took his compliment as it was intended. Unlike the countless other times he told you that and you assumed the worst.

He was only gone for the moment it took for him to wrench his own trunks off, leaving him completely bare with a generous size straining against the air.

Being naked truly didn't bother him at all. He looked so natural it was like he could walk outside like that, completely fine.

You envied his simplistic mind.

His cock was burning hot against your skin once he sandwiched it between yourself and his weight.

If there was one thing you could tell from his messy, rushed kissing, it was that he hated taking things slow. It took a few deliberate whines to keep him from yanking on the bottom piece of your bikini.

He melted at your successful efforts and the squeeze of your legs around his hips.

Your hands fluttered over his strong back, pushing, pulling, poking here and there at some hard muscles that you didn't even know existed. You wanted to enjoy as much of him as you could.

To keep his discomfort at bay, he rubbed himself against your softness, breath labored and hot on your lips.

"'Need you so fuckin' bad," He laughed, unable to cope with his peaked impatience.

This time you didn't fight his efforts to remove your bikini bottoms-- but you gasped at his unhinged lick to the inside, where you had been slowly getting them wet.

He tossed them to the side with a smile and pulled you to the edge of the mattress so he could stand. This was better for his control, in his opinion.

The guy had clocked this height to work before you had even expressed any interest much earlier.

Another few kisses you had to reign him in for and he was sliding against you, getting himself coated with your wet, yearning to be inside you already.

It helped that he gave you such a good view.

His hands kept your twitchy, plush thighs still as he pushed into you.

You gave a fretful sound, not quite as prepared for his size as you preferred.

A guttural groan escaped from him, one that only further proved his bottomless lust as valid. You watched his face tighten, then drop into something a bit sleepier- it helped you adjust better, feeling, seeing, hearing exactly how much he wanted you.

His big, strong hand grabbed the bottom half of your face, "That feel good, baby?"

He didn't wait for you to respond to him before stealing a few hungry, rough kisses from your puffy lips.

When he pulled away after stealing enough of your breath, his head flew back and left you to watch his taut, muscular body twitch and flex as he fucked deeper into your cunt.

An absolute piece of art was taking you, in a stranger's bed no less.

"Ah-h!" You whined as he set an intense pace.

His cock felt so good, stretching you out over and over again, and you gladly adjusted to his unquestionable enthusiasm.

A handsome, boyish sound was his giddy chuckle, "Ya like that?"

Those skilled, eager thrusts resonated throughout your entire body- he watched your tits bounce in your strappy top under him in a stupid daze. His hands were filled with the plush of your hips, constantly stretching to grab and pull more of you onto him.

He fucked you like he'd never get the chance to again. Under his touch, you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing else mattered much in comparison.

"Fuck, yeah," It came out in a whimper, but still captivated him like you'd muttered some spell.

His satisfied moan at your affirmation was choked and uneven. He nabbed one of your wrists to place a kiss on, but his pussy-fixated brain could handle one thing at a time.

You needed him deeper- fuck, he looked so pretty panting on your wrist like that.

The squeeze of your thighs stalled him. His eyes were filled with a confused, yet intrigued restlessness when you pushed on him so you could flip over.

"Mm, yeah, yeah- That's so-o fucking hot!!" Bokuto whined.

He let you take the lead because he loved seeing your confidence shine through. It was beyond sexy watching you own it and put your ass in the air for him.

"Oh, f-uck," He moaned, breathless as he sunk into you.

You squeezed around him when he landed a hard slap on your soft, supple skin.

Yeah, this was all you needed. Next time you were feeling down, this perfect man could just fuck the insecurity out of you.

You settled into a deep stretch with a nice arch for him and felt a calloused hand pressing into your lower back to keep you still.

He certainly hated wasting time.

At this point you leaned into it, crying whiny curses into the pillow beneath you while he fucked you hard.

His heart skipped a few beat when you cried, uneven at each thrust, "Feel s-o good, Bokuto"

His nails dug hard into your ass, his breath getting choppier, voice raspy when he told you, "Been waitin' so long."

He laughed, barely swallowing his own whine at the threat of needing to cum so bad.

"You'll get this- h-ah," He winced, having to stall a moment when you clenched around him, "Nex-t 'ime you wanna act all fuckin' shy..."

Your climax was hard and fast, rendering you a bit lightheaded as he pounded his last few strokes out and finished all over your ass.

Everything was hot and hazy when he rolled onto his back next to you. You slid so you were laying onto your tummy.

His big, goofy grin was a bit cloudy in your vision: "One more?"

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[ariichive]

trial period

various haikyuu

in which he finds an opportunity in your boyfriend's errors. suna, osamu, iwaizumi, and akaashi fem reader | cursing | grumpy volleyball players | jealousy | they see their chance and take it | toxic relationships | akaashi's is a bit angsty but its still sweet, promise | i used kenji as a name for readers bf

suna

suna felt like shit; everything was pissing him off today. his coach was harder on him, he forgot his water bottle, and the heat was terrible. he was convinced nothing could make his day worse.

well that's what he thought until his phone went off.

'(name): is this a good gift set for guys?'

image sent.

'(name): or should I get him a new video game??? thx for ur help rinnie :)'

yeah, his day could definitely get worse.

he stared at your text messages, not even wanting to respond. there was nothing more humiliating than his crush of almost a year texting him about another guy. in all honest, he didn't give a fuck about that sorry excuse of a man that you called your boyfriend.

maybe he was biased, but he honestly didn't care. how could perfect, beautiful you settle for a man who forgot your birthday 3 months ago?

shit just didn’t make sense; now here you are, gift shopping for his birthday. if it were up to suna, he’d make sure you didn’t spend a penny on the man’s birthday. but if things were so easy, he’d gave you in his arms after a long day.

shaking his head, suna typed up a quick, dry response. it wasn’t his intention to come off as an asshole, but at the same time, it kinda was. maybe you’d finally get the hint.

suna ignored the buzzing of his phone as he walked into his local grocery store, he'll answer after buying a few snacks for his apartment. he didn't like ignoring your messages, but he also didn't like your boyfriend.

he saw a familiar, hated haircut as he walked mindlessly through the aisles. squinting his eyes, he made sure his eyes weren't deceiving him; but why was he in the women's care section?

sure, there was a small possibility of him buying you something. however, from what he's heard, your boyfriend has never given you flowers. he walked a little closer, not worried about being recognized because the two had only ever briefly met.

suna decided to pull out his phone; he felt something in his gut screaming at him.

suna quickly skimmed over your texts of you asking which video game to buy him. he facetimed you, making sure his headphones were connected.

"you asshole, you're lucky i'm still at the store," your voice spoke beautifully into his ears (he was ignoring your rude remarks). "yeah yeah, lemme see the video game options."

suna heard you sigh before you flipped the facetime camera, showing the huge display of video games.

he didn't look back at his phone, instead looking at your boyfriend- well it wasn't just your boyfriend anymore, he had a girl looking at him with a big smile on her face.

looking a bit closer, he saw the cause of her happiness. in her hands, she was holding two packages of pregnancy tests, different brands.

now, suna didn't want to assume anything; that could be a sister or a cousin. but his suspicions were only confirmed when she gave a big kiss on his lips.

"you're not even looking- are you at the store?" you said after seeing the background of his facetime screen. you watched as he looked lost in thought, standing in front of a shelf of pads. "why are you in the women's section? actually, while you're there can you grab me more..." when you noticed he wasn't listening, you got a bit worried. "rin?"

"sorry, i'm here. hey, i actually have something to show you, don't get mad.. at least not at me, alright?" you stared confused as he flipped the camera to his back one. now everything he was seeing, you were too.

"oh is that kenji? he said he would be at the.." you lost your train of thought as you witnessed kenji wrap an arm around a girl he was with, placing a small kiss on her head.

you could only stay silent as you watched the two happily walk away.

suna felt like an asshole that he was the one to reveal this to you, but it would've been worse if he hadn't.

"o-oh," you were the first to break the silence. "want me to go say something to him? you know i will." suna's own heart broke a little as he heard the cracking of your voice. "no, it's fine. uhh," you took a quick pause in your sentence, contemplating your words carefully, "do you think, you could come over for a little?"

suna glanced down at his screen, seeing you were already out of the video game shack and into the freshness of the outside air.

"yeah, i'll be there soon. be careful going home okay?"

"okay, bye suna."

no nickname or first name, you were definitely upset.

suna sighed as he continued his grocery shopping; making sure not to get anything refrigerated as he didn't know how long he was going to be at your place.

(he grabbed a few of your favorite snacks and a weird-looking stuffed animal he had a feeling you'd like)

after paying and making a mental note to come back later for milk, he went on his way to your place.

he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he got to your apartment, but nothing prepared him for seeing you open your door with sad eyes and a twitching lip; sad but not wanting to show.

"hey," you greeted him with a nod which he reciprocated, holding up his grocery bags. "we can watch that stupid reality show you like," suna stretched as he got comfortable in your living room.

"it's not stupid you just don't understand it."

and when the show was just white noise in the background as he listened to you complain about your now ex-boyfriend was turned into you falling asleep, using the cheap plush he bought you as a pillow; he felt like he belonged there with you.

even as your phone blew up with messages from your ex, suna stayed focused on you.

(he blocked the number).

osamu

you stared at the delivered message you sent to your boyfriend 6 hours ago, only growing more irritated as time went by. the two of you had a date planned for later tonight at a fancy restaurant; one he insisted on going to and you agreed eagerly.

you had already gotten all dolled up, and even though you didn't want to go on the date originally, you did do your best to get ready, and it was a bit disappointing to not go out now.

time was only getting closer, and there was still no response from your boyfriend. over the past week, you felt distant from him, hence your quick agreement to this date.

now, he wasn't even answering his phone. even after ringing kenji multiple times and going straight to voicemail, you still had hope. there was still an hour left until the agreed meet-up time, still some time for him to answer.

you did a few small room chores to kill the time, only for your phone to not go off even once. there were still 20 minutes until 6pm, and you decided that this date wasn't going to happen.

now, you were sad and hungry. getting up, you looked through your fridge and cabinets only to find nothing.

about to give up all hope, your phone dinged from the counter. shooting up immediately, you grabbed your eagerly; only to feel slight disappointment when it was your friend sending you a recently opened food place, 'Onigiri Miya'.

something was pulling you towards the place (maybe your stomach); sending your friend a quick text back, you decided to stop by for dinner. putting on more comfortable clothes and deciding to head out, still no text from your boyfriend.

the place was located in a good area and it wasn't a far walk from your own home. you could see yourself coming here more often. the smell of freshly cooked meals could be smelled from outside the restaurant doors. the place was rather empty, considering it was a bit later in the evening.

you sat down at the counter, glancing over the menu. there was an older lady next to you, who had a big smile on her face as she enjoyed her food. the scene caused a small smile to grace your face. you looked around a little more, noticing everyone had a smile on their face as they enjoyed their food.

this place felt like home.

"welcome to onigiri miya. do ya need more time lookin' at the menu?"

a mans voice broke you out of your trance. looking up, you seen a broad male with dark hair in the, what you assumed, was the official uniform of the restaurant.

"hello," you give him a polite smile, "could i get a minced tuna and spring onion rice ball?" you watched the man’s eyes widen, before a small smile adorned his pretty face.

“gotcha, that’s what my brother orders,” he held a bit of fondness in his voice as he recalled his brother. you giggle slightly, “your brother must have good taste.”

“s’alright. my taste has always been better,” he said as he gave you a quick look over, making you sit up a bit straighter. “really? then what do you recommend?” you decided to play along a little, almost forgetting about the events from earlier.

"stop by tomorrow, we could talk about it more."

and when a number was jotted down on the receipt, you felt a new chapter unfolding in your life.

iwaizumi

iwaizumi stared at his client, whose phone was currently going off non-stop. usually, iwaizumi hated it when his clients were on their phones during his training sessions; but this was annoying at this point.

"can you answer that," iwaizumi didn't try to hide the irritation in his voice. his client, kenji, perked up from his sit-ups. "sorry about that, man." iwaizumi just nodded his head, waiting to get back to his training.

"it's my clingy ass girlfriend, she's scared i'm out cheating."

frankly, iwaizumi didn't care; he had another client coming in soon and he needed to get this guy out. "okay.. are you ready to continue?" with a rather embarrassed nod from kenji, they finally continued their workout; which consisted of a few more sets and then iwaizumi creating a dietary plan for kenji to follow.

once kenji was gone, iwaizumi finished up a few more clients for the day before he moved onto his own workout for the night. it was normal for him to stay late and the gym owner trusted him enough to close.

he was in the middle of his workout when he heard the front door open. sighing, he wiped his sweat off with a nearby towel and walked to the front. walking up, he saw a pretty girl who looked lost just as much pissed.

noticing the man coming out of the backroom with a confused look on his face, you decided to speak first.

"hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen a male with brown hair, brown eyes, and about this tall?" iwaizumi watched as you held your hand a few inches above your own head. "oh and his name is kenji, if that helps?"

iwaizumi's eyes widened in realization; you must be the clingy girlfriend.

"we close in about half an hour, nobody's here but me." he answered truthfully as he watched your face fall. "oh, thank you for letting me know." iwaizumi watched as you were about to turn and leave, but oddly enough he wanted the conversation to continue.

"why does he have you out so late lookin' for him?" iwaizumi wasn't one to shy away from being protective; especially when it came to women and his loved ones.

you watched as he leaned over the reception desk, his biceps flexing as he did so. noticing you were staring, you snapped out of it. "we haven't spoken all day, and then i called him and he told me he was at the gym... thought i'd wait for him so we could go do something after."

haven't spoken all day? that was weird considering how much Kenji's phone was blowing up earlier from text messages from his "clingy girlfriend"/

"he's been gone for hours. i'm his personal trainer, iwaizumi." iwaizumi stuck his hand out which you shook immediately, "(name), nice to meet the man who's kept my boyfriend so busy these past few weeks."

"few weeks? today was his third day here." iwaizumi watched as the words registered into your mind. there was a twitch of your eyebrow, nails picking at the skin of your hands, and a quick bite of your lip.

it was a shitty situation; he felt bad that a pretty girl like you was getting played by a man that couldn't even bench press 22kg.

"if it makes you feel any better, he dropped a 3kg weight on his foot." iwaizumi tried his best to cheer you up, and it seemed to be working when a laugh fell from your lips.

"thank you for talking to me, sorry for taking up your time, iwaizumi. I should start to walk back before it gets too dark," you said noticing how late it was getting.

"let me close up and i'll walk you home, if that's okay with you?"

you looked shocked before a small smile took graced your face, "sure that'll be fine."

and as you waited for iwaizumi to close up the gym, you sent one last text to kenji; a breakup text.

it was against your moral conscience to do it over text, but he tested your limits. you weren't even sure if he'd see the text tonight, since he's out doing whatever, but your feelings still stood.

when you and iwaizumi started the walk back to your complex, it was full of natural conversations and laughter. the two of you hitting it off immediately and ended the night exchanging numbers.

when the next day arrived, kenji walked into the gym, iwaizumi made training incredibly challenging. he still did his job with integrity, but he added a few new workouts to kenji's routine, some of which even made the athletic trainer pause when he did them himself.

akaashi

you flopped around on your best friend's bed, burying your face in his pillows and letting out muffled complaints.

"he's so stupid, keiji! can you believe he ditched our date to go get drunk with his friends?!"

akaashi can actually believe it, but he doesn't think you'd want to hear that right now. "it is shocking, yes." the lie comes out smoothly, he knows how this'll go. you'll complain and shit talk your boyfriend, get immensely sad for a few minutes, and then fall asleep on his bed.

this always happens when another male does your heart incredibly wrong, and akaashi is always there to pick up the shattered pieces.

"it's not the first time this has happened either... we'll be going good, and then out of nowhere he just..."

akaashi heard the familiar cracking of your voice, which he hated to hear, and when he noticed you went completely quiet; he knew you were crying into his pillow.

he gently got up from his seat on his desk, taking a seat on the bed next to you. "(name), it has nothing to do with you, he's just a bottom-of-the-barrel kind of guy. you know this," akaashi picked your head up from his pillow and placed it into his lap.

"you need to stop letting below-average men sweep you off your feet," akaashi sighed. these men were lucky enough to have a chance with you. whereas he, who's known you for a long time, hasn't gotten the chance. akaashi is too careful, and he never wants to overstep any of his boundaries and make you uncomfortable.

you sniffle as akaashi wipes your tears and runs a soothing hand through your hair, which only makes you more sensitive. akaashi noticed as your frown deepened, causing his hand to stop his movements, an apology already on the tip of his tongue.

"sorry, (name) i-...."

"i go for these types of men because i don't know if i deserve better," you spoke truthfully, grabbing akaashi's hand and putting it back on your head.

"(name), you deserve the world. it's not good for you to self-sabotage like this." his hand continued its movements in your hair. this time, it's your turn to sigh.

"keiji, you're too nice to me... i don't deserve someone like you." akaashi is stunned into silence, his hand movements halting. this was new.

you use his silence to continue, "you're so nice to me. i can't find better because better doesn't exist when you're near me. i don't know what i did to deserve your kindness."

akaashi breaks out of the trance he's in a furrow in his brow at your belittling words. "(name), you have made me discover parts of myself i didn't even know existed. (name) you make me happy."

he sees as your eyes start to water once again, "but i don't deserve you. every time i start to date someone new, my brain always compares him to you." akaashi's heart starts to speed up. "i'm the one that doesn't deserve you," he starts, "you stay by my side when i'm stressed from deadlines, you know how to tell when i need to get out of my room. (name), you know me better than almost anyone."

it was a sweet moment shared between you and him; two people who have been silently pinning for each other for so long.

he sees an opportunity right now and he'd be a fool not to take it.

"(name), you don't need these terrible men when you have me," his words become more confident as he speaks, "i promise i can be enough for you, my feelings towards you are genuine. never would i even think about treating you as poorly as these other men."

your eyes widened as you looked up at his face, a pretty red hue blossoming over his face. "you.. do you actually like like me?"

akaashi chuckled at your words, "yes, (name) i like like you," he repeated your words back at you.

"good, because i like like you too."

both you and akaashi let a comfortable silence take over the two of you. a mutual feeling of love waiting to be explored lingers in the air.

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[cecebeanie]

Please I'm CRYING what is Oikawa wearing 😭😭 no he would NEVER dress like that, we've seen his clothes, he does curate his image. This one HAS to be some sort of lost bet, there's no other explanation. I can see him owning that t-shirt as a pajama, but I know for a fact that those aren't pants he would buy (maybe they're Hajime's, but they're definitely not Tooru's)

Wanna lean on him sooooo bad

Also "late bloon er" and "simple minded" 😭

[haikyuu-moments]

if you think this is some kind of cursed image you're wrong! that's actually the oikawa. kageyama's great nightmare. the great king 🤴

lol, i love reading haikyuu-bu!! here's 2 panels of the chapter with oikendo (the name that first came to mind when i saw him)

for people who don't know, haikyuu-bu!! is a spin-off manga series based on haikyuu!!. it is written and illustrated by kyōhei miyajima.

[gojomyshayla]

A/n : ,you can clearly see who is my favourite character in haikyuu😭

Characters: this is a iwaizumi x reader fanfic . There are also some other characters

"My Queen"

Summary :Princess Y/N, trapped by royal duty, falls in forbidden love with her loyal attendant, Iwaizumi Hajime. When forced to marry another, they risk everything to escape the kingdom and build a life together. Through trials and sacrifice, they find freedom and a simple yet fulfilling love far from the palace's reach.

Warnings: Angst and emotional turmoil Power imbalance (royalty/servant dynamic),Controlling parental authority , mild violence (capture scene) , Elopement themes and Emotional intensity and vulnerability BUT HAPPY ENDING!!

Enjoy!! :)

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The Kingdom of Solis was a golden paradise, its rolling fields kissed by the sun and its royal family revered by all. But within the grand palace walls, Princess Y/N lived a life that, while glittering on the surface, was nothing short of a gilded cage. Every word she spoke, every smile she offered, every step she took had been choreographed to perfection, a performance for her people, her court, and most of all, her father—King Alaric, whose belief in duty was as unyielding as iron.

Amidst the crushing weight of her responsibilities, the only light in Y/N’s life was Iwaizumi Hajime. He had grown up in the palace alongside her, the son of a knight who had fallen in service to the crown. Over time, Iwaizumi had risen to the role of her personal attendant. Their bond, forged in childhood, had only deepened with time, becoming something neither dared to name aloud. While the world saw a princess and her loyal servant, the truth was far more dangerous: they were in love.

It had started with fleeting glances and whispered words exchanged in the quiet corners of the palace. Then came the stolen moments in the hidden garden, where they could shed their titles and be simply Y/N and Hajime. He was her rock, the one who reminded her that she was more than a crown, more than the image her father had so carefully crafted. And she was his anchor, the one who saw past the armor he wore to the fiercely loyal, tender-hearted man beneath.

One such evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N slipped away from the watchful eyes of her handmaidens and guards, making her way to their secret meeting place. The garden was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, and there, beside the pond, stood Hajime. His broad shoulders were tense, his hands clenched at his sides, but when he saw her, his expression softened.

“You’re late,” he murmured, stepping toward her.

“I had to sit through another lecture about tomorrow’s ball,” she replied, letting out a frustrated sigh. “My father is determined to parade me before every eligible nobleman in the kingdom.”

His jaw tightened, and she could see the barely contained anger in his eyes. “The Duke of Raelvis is coming, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “My father is convinced he’s the perfect match.”

Hajime cursed under his breath, running a hand through his dark hair. “This has to stop, Y/N. I can’t stand by and watch them try to take you away from me.”

“And I won’t let them,” she said fiercely, stepping closer to him. “You’re the only one I want, Hajime. The only one I’ll ever want.”

His hands cupped her face, his touch rough but tender. “You don’t know what you’re saying. If your father finds out—”

“Let him find out,” she interrupted, her voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of hiding, tired of pretending. I love you, Hajime. Isn’t that enough?”

His lips met hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, a collision of emotions too powerful to contain. She clung to him, pouring every ounce of her fear, longing, and defiance into the kiss. In that moment, there was no crown, no kingdom, no rules—only them.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling.

“It’s not enough,” he said, his voice breaking. “Not when your father would destroy me to protect your reputation. I can’t let you throw away your future for me, Y/N.”

“You are my future,” she said, her voice trembling. “I don’t care about the crown or the kingdom. I care about you.”

But their fragile moment of solace was shattered by a voice that cut through the night like a blade.

“Y/N.”

They turned to see King Alaric standing at the edge of the garden, his face a mask of fury.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his gaze flicking between his daughter and the man still standing too close to her.

“Father, I—”

“Silence!” he barked, his voice echoing through the garden. His eyes settled on Iwaizumi, cold and unyielding. “You dare to overstep your place, boy? Do you think you’re worthy of her?”

“This isn’t his fault,” Y/N said, stepping in front of Hajime as though to shield him from her father’s wrath. “I asked him to meet me.”

“And yet he came,” the king spat. “This ends now, Y/N. You will return to your chambers and prepare for tomorrow’s ball. As for him…” He turned to Hajime, his expression darkening. “If I so much as catch you looking at her again, I’ll have you banished—or worse.”

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N shouted, her voice cracking. “You can’t control my heart, Father. I love him, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and defiant. But the king’s laughter was cold and bitter.

“Love?” he sneered. “Do you think love has any place in a crown? You will marry the Duke of Raelvis, and you will forget about this foolishness. That is an order.”

With that, he turned and stormed away, leaving them alone once more.

Y/N collapsed into Hajime’s arms, her tears soaking into his uniform. “What are we going to do?” she whispered.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, though his voice was laced with doubt. “I won’t let him take you from me.”

That night, as they held each other under the moonlight, they made a pact: if the king forced her into a marriage, they would run.

The days that followed were a blur of tension and stolen moments. The ball came and went, with the Duke of Raelvis declaring his intention to wed the princess. The king was overjoyed, but Y/N’s heart was breaking.

On the eve of her betrothal announcement, she met Hajime in the garden one last time.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice heavy with emotion.

“Yes,” she said, though her heart was pounding. “Let’s leave tonight.”

But as they prepared to flee, the king’s guards found them. Hajime fought valiantly, his love for Y/N fueling his strength, but they were outnumbered.

Y/N was dragged back to the palace, where her father delivered his final ultimatum: marry the duke, or watch Hajime be executed for treason.

In the end, it was Hajime who made the choice.

“Do it,” he told her, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “Marry him. Live. I’ll survive this, somehow. Just don’t let them take your life away too.”

And so, with her heart in pieces, Y/N stood before the court the next day and accepted the duke’s proposal.

But in the quiet corners of her heart, she knew her love for Hajime would never fade. And as she glanced at him standing silently among the guards, their eyes met, and she saw the promise in his gaze:

This wasn’t the end.

Their story was far from over.

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Y/N stood in the grand hall, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her gown. The court erupted into applause as the Duke of Raelvis took her hand, his arrogant smile stretched wide as though he’d won a prize. The weight of the crown she would someday wear felt heavier than ever. Her father’s approving nod from his gilded throne cut through her like a blade, a reminder that duty had won, that her love had been sacrificed on the altar of expectation.

But she couldn’t look at the duke, not when she knew Iwaizumi was standing among the guards, silently watching her. She didn’t dare meet his gaze—not yet. To see him now, to see his pain, might break her resolve entirely.

The feast continued, a blur of clinking goblets and hollow congratulations. Y/N moved like a puppet, nodding and smiling at all the right moments while her heart ached for the man she could never truly have.

Hours later, long after the court had gone to bed and the candles had burned low, she slipped away to the servants’ quarters. Her heart raced as she reached the door to Hajime’s room. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the latch, before pushing it open.

He was seated on the edge of his bed, his hands clasped tightly together, his head bowed. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes softened, though they were heavy with exhaustion and sorrow.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, rising to his feet.

“And yet, here I am,” she replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “I couldn’t end the night like this, Hajime. Not without saying goodbye properly.”

His jaw tightened, and he shook his head. “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

She crossed the room in a rush, her hands reaching for his. “I can’t let this be the end,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t spend the rest of my life pretending to love a man I don’t, while the one I truly love fades into the background.”

“You don’t have a choice,” he said, his voice raw with pain. “If you defy your father again, he’ll destroy us both. And I can’t… I can’t let that happen to you.”

“I’d rather risk it all than live a life without you,” she said fiercely, her hands gripping his. “There has to be another way, Hajime. Please. Tell me we can find a way.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then he sighed, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “There’s one chance,” he said slowly. “But it’s dangerous.”

“Tell me,” she urged.

“I still have friends among the knights, people who are loyal to me, not the crown,” he said. “If we leave the kingdom tonight, we can disappear. We’ll have to leave everything behind—your title, your family, everything.”

Her heart twisted at the thought of abandoning the only life she’d ever known. But when she looked into his eyes, she saw a future worth fighting for. “I’ll do it,” she said without hesitation. “I’ll leave it all behind for you.”

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The next few hours passed in a blur. Hajime gathered what little he could carry—a cloak, a sword, and enough provisions to last them a few days. Y/N dressed in the plainest clothes she could find, a simple cloak pulled over her head to conceal her face.

As the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, they slipped out of the palace through a hidden passage Hajime had used countless times during his training as a knight. The city was quiet, the streets empty save for the occasional patrol of guards. Hajime led her through the labyrinthine alleys with practiced ease, his hand never leaving hers.

When they finally reached the edge of the city, Y/N turned back for one last look at the palace. It loomed in the distance, a golden silhouette against the rising sun. Her chest tightened, but she knew there was no turning back now.

“Are you sure about this?” Hajime asked, his voice soft but steady.

She looked up at him, her heart swelling with love and determination. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

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The weeks that followed were grueling. They traveled by foot, avoiding towns and major roads, relying on Hajime’s skills as a former knight to keep them safe. Y/N, who had never known hardship, found herself learning to adapt to a life without luxury. Her feet blistered, her muscles ached, and she missed the comforts of home—but not once did she regret her decision.

Hajime, ever patient and protective, did everything he could to make the journey easier for her. He built fires to keep her warm at night, hunted for food when their supplies ran low, and held her close when the fear of being caught threatened to overwhelm her.

One night, as they sat by the fire under a blanket of stars, Y/N turned to him. “Do you ever regret this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with unwavering devotion. “Never,” he said. “As long as I have you, I have everything I need.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she leaned in to kiss him, her heart full despite the uncertainty of their future.

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Months later, they settled in a small village nestled in the mountains, far from the reach of the crown. Hajime found work as a blacksmith, his strong hands perfect for the trade, while Y/N helped tend the village gardens and care for the children. It was a simple life, nothing like the one she had known, but it was theirs.

Though they missed their home and the people they had left behind, they found solace in each other. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word of love reminded them why they had chosen this path. They had given up everything for the chance to be together, and it was a decision they would make again and again.

One evening, as they stood on the hill overlooking their village, Hajime wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Do you ever think about what we left behind?” he asked softly.

“Sometimes,” she admitted, leaning into him. “But then I think about what we’ve gained. And I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re my queen, Y/N. Always.”

“And you’re my everything, Hajime,” she replied, turning to kiss him. “Always.”

As the sun set behind the mountains, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, they stood together, their hearts full, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as one.

[snug-gyu]

I associate you with cats, sitting in silence together like cats, anime (specifically Haikyuu and BNHA), cursed skz images, Minho, and Hyunjin!

Cursed skz yes that's my brand

TELL ME WHAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH ME

[miserye]

[yuukith]

I was bored as hell so

[roobgumball95]

(note: this is satire, ofc i respect everyone’s preferences/opinions, and i like the other teams as well. also, sorry for missing datekou and wakutani and jozenj)

[inviixx]

My photo album is cursed with these images..

[burnt-tomato]

Welcome back to another post of me having a lot of free time

People that I'll tag before they get the chance to bleach their eyez: @onglygalaxy @bruh-haikyuu @chasin-l @kashika @dorkyama @trashcanweeb @izzyphantomgamer @maple0bwawe @hatsukei @mariechan123 @jaywwriting @sunshines-and-tatertots

Make sure to have your daily dozes of shreks

[fiendishpal]

switched uniforms

[italoniponic]

so this golden sunshine boy with flaws loved by all and this king of volley strategies with a silly side also loved by all

have the same voice and I needed to look at myanimelist to realize THAT?!

[correct-haikyuu]

[b0red-bunny]

[nolongerslayinghere]

Animes as My cursed file folder  on my computer.

yO I’m bored, not me having any ideas for headcannons or oneshots-

schools sucking the happiness out of me like a vacuum.

Free! Dive into the future 

bungo stray dogs 

My hero academia 

Demon slayer 

Ouran highschool host club 

Attack on Titan

Hunter x Hunter

Yarichin bitch club 

Violet Evergarden

Assassination classroom 

Haikyuu

Bonus 

Seraph of the end 

anyways I need sleep but fuck you.

I’m bored if I have time I’ll make part 2 cause I have no ideas 😎