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iwaoiness · 1 month ago

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Hajime closes the door behind him with more force than he intends as he finally steps into his room, spacious and meticulously organized. He drags his feet toward the navy-blue sofa at the foot of his king-size bed and collapses onto it with a sigh, crossing his legs. His gaze shifts to the small table beside him, where a pack of cigarettes sits next to a bottle of whiskey and a glass of ice. Too cliché, even for a yakuza like him.

He stretches his arm and grabs the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it between his lips. But just as he’s about to look for a lighter, there’s a knock at his door. Through the heavy fabric, the subtle shadow of a figure appears, one Iwaizumi could recognize even with his eyes closed.

“Come in,” he replies, voice low, the cigarette resting between his lips.

There’s only one person who would knock at his door—someone who holds the privilege of stepping into the lion’s den unarmed, with nothing but those lethal eyes, thick like honey.

Tooru enters, closing the door slowly behind him before leaning against it, hands behind his back, a crooked smile painted on his sharp, angular face. His brown hair is slightly tousled, his plump lips glisten with his favorite peach-flavored lip balm, and his tall, muscular frame is wrapped in a tight shirt tucked into dark cargo pants that fit perfectly where they should. Around his right thigh, his knife holster is strapped, and he’s barefoot, wearing one of his ridiculous pairs of colorful socks.

Hajime doesn’t know where Tooru has hidden his military boots this time, but he hopes he hasn't sneaked into his fucking soybean field again to hide them there.

“Welcome back, Iwa-chan,” Tooru sings in that creamy, sweet voice of his—a double-edged sword capable of clouding Iwaizumi’s mind when he isn’t careful.

Iwaizumi watches him approach, with that false innocence—so tempting, so cunning, so damn hot.

“Where were you?” His frown deepens, and he tilts his chin up as Tooru stops in front of him, hands still clasped behind his back.

“Did you miss me?” Tooru tilts his head slightly, stretching his smile. Dangerous, lethal, and his. Only his. Iwaizumi doesn’t answer, just continues staring into his eyes, getting lost once again in that sickeningly sweet sea that could swallow the entire universe. “I went to get a lighter.” Tooru finally shows his hands, one of them holding a black lighter.

Hajime exhales through his nose, settling deeper into the sofa, spreading his arms across the backrest and uncrossing his legs. His heavy gaze never leaves Tooru’s.

“Come here.”

Tooru’s eyes gleam for a moment before he closes the distance, sitting in Hajime’s lap. Iwaizumi relaxes under his weight. The cigarette remains in his mouth as Tooru flicks the lighter, momentarily watching the flame before bringing it to the cigarette’s tip. The fire catches, the paper slowly burns, and Iwaizumi narrows his eyes, taking a drag before exhaling the smoke skilfully through his nose and mouth, filling the room with its intoxicating scent.

Tooru wrinkles his nose slightly, waving his hand to disperse some of the smoke.

“Iugh, Iwa-chan. I hate the smoke, you know that” he whines, leaning closer as he carefully pulls the cancerous stick from Hajime’s mouth after his third drag, placing it in the ashtray on the table.

This time, Hajime turns his head, exhaling the thick smoke to the side.

“You hated me too, once, and look at you now.”

Tooru then feels Iwaizumi’s right hand settle on his waist, gripping it firmly while the other moves to his back, his calloused fingers tugging his shirt loose from his pants before slipping underneath. Tooru shivers slightly, biting his lip to stifle a gasp as those warm fingers trace the line of his spine with a deliberate, hungry slowness.

“I’m not wrong, am I?” Hajime’s voice is a low, gravelly whisper, his breath so close to Tooru’s lips that they tingle with anticipation. He watches as Tooru’s eyes darken with pleasure, his ears flush red, and his lips curl into a playful smile.

“I wouldn’t conjugate that verb in past tense just yet, Iwa-chan,” Tooru quips mischievously, but the teasing quickly dissolves into a moan as his nails dig into Hajime’s shoulders when Iwaizumi’s teeth sink into his neck. Tooru tilts his head to the side, giving him more skin to explore. “Don’t leave such big marks this time, you fucking brute,” Tooru gasps, and Hajime bites down harder just to mess with him, his big hand gripping his waist tighter, pulling him closer. Their hips grind together, showing just how desperate Hajime is to explore every inch of Tooru, to map out every curve of that paradise he calls a body. “Hajime...” Tooru whimpers his name near his ear, perhaps intentionally or not, and Aoba’s leader continues his journey, licking and biting his way along Tooru’s neck, pressing soft kisses to the vein pulsing in sync with his frantic heartbeat.

“What do you want, my pretty boy?” Hajime whispers against his skin, his hand sliding from Tooru’s waist to his thick right thigh, delicately taking the weapon strapped there. He pulls the sharp, dangerous blade from its sheath, trailing the cold edge down Tooru’s bare back, applying just enough pressure to make the taller man shudder. “Tell me,” he coaxes, as the knife now reaches the hem of the raised shirt, the tip cutting through the fabric without ever touching Tooru’s skin. “You know I’ll give you anything, babe.” The sound of tearing fabric mixes with Tooru’s low moan. Hajime swallows, trying to keep his voice steady as Tooru grinds against his hardness, both of them too eager. “I’ll give you everything they never could, because they’ll never be worthy of you like I am.”

That’s when Tooru cups Hajime’s face in his long, bony fingers, forcing him to stop in his tracks. Hajime’s dilated pupils meet his, both filled with raw excitement, his eyes gleaming as if they had captured the sun itself.

“I want everything from you. Now.” Tooru murmurs, demanding and spoiled as always, and Hajime, always devoted, always obedient, dives in to kiss him hungrily. The knife clattering to the floor, Hajime ripping the rest of the purple shirt apart with his own hands.

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i need more and more iwaoi yakuza au

complete chapter here!! 🍉

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mania-sama · 2 months ago

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oikawa always knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. from the moment he saw jose blanco when they were seven years old, he became certain that he would be a professional player. before he was old enough to understand how long it would take or how much energy it would require, oikawa was telling iwaizumi what number jersey he would wear on the national team.

iwaizumi loved volleyball. there was no question about it; he loved the weight against his fingers as he lightly tossed it in the air. he loved the green and brown bruises littering his arms, proving he fought and played well. he loved crouching on the court with five other people, waiting in bated breath to score the next point. he loved the sound the ball made when he spiked it to the ground with enough power to shake the net. he loved springing in the air and diving to the ground.

he loved watching his teammates glow with pride at every point earned, at every win. he loved having support during the hard losses. he loved oikawa, who threw himself so deeply into the sport that it made iwaizumi try that much harder, practice that much longer, want to win that much more.

but, he always knew his love came at a price.

he could see himself playing professionally. he knew that he'd only want to do it if oikawa would be on the court with him. he knew he was only as good as he was when the best high school setter in miyagi brought out his talents. he knew that, at the end of the day, his drive to be an Olympic athlete was crutched by his best friend.

oikawa had developed it alone, separate from iwaizumi. iwaizumi could recognize that, and that was what set them apart.

iwaizumi didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up. he threw around ideas in his head, every now and then. he knew he couldn't do a corporate job. he'd seen the way men fell asleep in bushes and in shops, never making it home, then waking up again to return to where they worked. it sounded like hell and misery, so he threw it out immediately. he supposed he wouldn't mind traveling the world, but he didn't know where he'd get the funds for that. he didn't care much for history or archaelogy, and those master's and phd's would be what would get him places. he even settled on the military for a time, if he really couldn't figure what he wanted from life by the time he graduated.

then, like dominos, everything began to fall into place. it started like this:

in his third year of middle school, he injured his wrist. he had to see the athletic trainer twice a week, for those were the days the trainer was available to assist the volleyball clubs. his mother was a nurse, so she made sure he kept up with his ice and stretches at home. he cared for himself and the trainer cared for him, coaching him through certain workouts and tracking his progress on a clipboard. he admired the trainer for the first time in his life. not because he was caring for iwaizumi specifically, but because iwaizumi was seeing all of it work. the ice, the workouts, the way his wrist gradually heals until he feels no pain anymore. he found himself curious about the clipboard, though he never asked.

oikawa overworked his ankle and twisted it in their first year of high school. iwaizumi's injury had been minor, but oikawa's was considerably worse. he limped as he walked, and iwaizumi went online and nearly keeled over when the results told him that oikawa would die in the next twenty-four days, that his ankle would never heal properly. mother iwaizumi was far more rational, and their trainer was available four of the five days of the work week, so oikawa was functionally okay. it didn't stop bothering iwaizumi, though. he was by oikawa's side the whole time despite their new friends', matsukawa and hanamaki, teasing. when oikawa allowed him, he examined the twisted ankle, pressing his fingers against the bone, carefully tracing the slightly discolored skin.

he started volunteering at the hospital when he could, though he found he didn't enjoy the atmosphere much. he saw charts, though. he started to get an idea of what was on the paper on the clipboard. that, he enjoyed. he enjoyed seeing patients walk away with grins at good news, and he eavesdropped on nurses and doctors discussing diagnoses he didn't fully understand. his favorites were the ones of athletes, good or bad. shin splints, they said with relief. tendonitis. dislocation. a torn acl, they gasped after coming out of a screaming girl's room.

someone caught wind of his volunteering. during a training camp, a fidgeting player from a different team corners him outside. he asked if iwaizumi had anything, anything, anything at all, though preferably xanax. please, man, he begged. i know you work at a hospital. i'll pay you back. i just- i think somebody stole mine out of my bag a while ago. i can't get through this weekend. hook me up? iwaizumi denied him, told him to get help, told a trusted adult because although he knew it was "uncool" and he was a "snitch", the kid was shaking and knee-deep in drug addiction, and iwaizumi couldn't ignore it no matter how hard he tried. his skin burned from where the guy grabbed him to plead. his tongue was dry from when he tried to gently let him down the first time. his head hurts from the idea betraying his peers, even though he knew they would cover his ass if he had alcohol on him.

they lose to shiratorizawa for the second time in high school, and oikawa tried to get himself another overworked limb. iwaizumi shouted, and shouted, and shouted, and he dragged oikawa out of the gym more nights than not. he sat with him when oikawa was determined to give himself dry-eye from watching volleyball matches all hours of the day. he kept oikawa going.

that addict player died over an overdose over the summer, the news hitting him at the same time as the rest of the miyagi volleyball community. and he started to understand. he understood the way the kid - for though he was older than iwaizumi, he was still just a kid - would react slowly to block the ball, or how he would twitch before his serve. he understood the first time oikawa hurt his ankle, how it had been nothing like iwaizumi’s wrist injury, or how taking xanax during a training camp was nothing like camping out in a basement with a couple of friends and a case of cheap liquor store beer.

on the first full day back to school in their second year, hanamaki pulled iwaizumi aside and said that matsukawa had passed out briefly on the train ride over. iwaizumi didn't know what to do, necessarily, or what it could mean that matsukawa passed out for seemingly no reason, but he decided to keep an eye out. he watched him at practice. watched the way he was slow to block, blinking blearily, swaying on his feet. it could be sleep deprivation, but matsukawa had said he wasn't tired. his second thought was of that player the year prior. he watched, and as much as it pained him, he waited. he waited until they could all get ramen together, because for one reason or another matsukawa found a reason to bail out of after-school food runs. when matsukawa got up to use the bathroom after finishing his food, iwaizuimi waited one, two, three, ten seconds to follow, similarly excusing himself. he listened to matsukawa heave and wretch, and he sat there until matsukawa came out, one hand hastily wiping his mouth. he froze when he saw iwaizumi, and it must've been something on his face, must've been the memory of how he failed to help a kid who was now six feet underground, because matsukawa broke down into tears. i can't stop. i can't, he said. i need to do this to be better at volleyball. i can't gain more weight. it'll bring me down. don't make me stop.

iwaizumi made him do one thing: see the athletic trainer. he got the athletic trainer to give them advice on a diet that would both build muscle and increase their overall health. iwaizumi sent matsukawa on his way with a detailed regimen, but he himself stayed behind with the trainer. he asked, doing his best to remain neutral: which do you think is more important? mental health or physical injuries?

after a while of deliberation, he got received the trainers honest answer. physical injuries. athletes can get severely stressed and disordered after even a minor injury.

iwaizumi nodded. how do i become an athletic trainer?

go to school, the trainer said, smiling. study hard.

taking that to heart, he left. he left with a plan: to go to university, study hard, and write a paper proving that trainer wrong. his paper would be on the psychology behind sports injuries, how its the state of an athelete's mental health that causes injuries. he would then work as an athletic trainer, and he wouldn't let a kid like oikawa overwork themselves, or kids like that player accost underclassmen and overdose, or kids like matsukawa avoid food and expel what little they consumed. because they all wanted one thing. to play better, to be better. and iwaizumi wanted to be there for them, to tell them that a game wasn't worth their lives.

he wanted to be there for the middle school kid with a wrist injury, whos only wish was to keep playing with his best friend.

iwaizumi studied hard. he researched and researched, and he kept volunteering at the hospital even though he hated the smell of sterile rooms and the miserable faces of interns and residents and the floor that housed most of the terminally ill. he shadowed the trainer as they worked with other seijoh clubs when he had the time. he worked, and he cared for oikawa and his various discreet attempts at overworking himself to death.

in his third year of high school, an acceptance letter from the university of california, his top choice of school, arrives at his front door with a full-ride scholarship.

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satorisoup · 4 months ago

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° . 🍦— MULTI-CHARACTER .ᐟ

secret volleyball gf

where they kiss you

go-to party drinks

random texts

° . 🍨 — EVENTS & SERIES .ᐟ

oh dear, christmas is here! — 2023 christmas event

THE AFTER PARTY — tetsuro kuroo smau

° . 🍓— NEKOMA .ᐟ 繋げ

#1 KUROO

volleyball girlfriend

sleepy girlfriend

military girlfriend

kuroo’s fangirls

#5 KENMA

playing fnaf

cooking for you

° . 🍓— FUKURODANI .ᐟ一球入魂

#5 AKAASHI

clumsy girlfriend

° . 🍓—INARIZAKI .ᐟ 思い出なんかいん

#7 ATSUMU

goth girlfriend

video game jealousy

teaching gf volleyball

#1 KITA

kita’s comfort

° . 🍓— AOBA JOHSAI .ᐟ コートを制す

#4 IWAIZUMI

goth girlfriend

° . 🍓— SHIRATORIZAWA .ᐟ 獅子奮迅

#5 TENDOU

satori’s sweet confession

° . 🍓— KARASUNO .ᐟ 飛べ

#2 SUGAWARA

unexpected confession

#🍓 — haikyuu 2023 archive

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shovellyyy · 11 months ago

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SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND THAT ONE IWAOI FANFIC where Oikawa is a male carrier but finds baby Tobio abandoned so he adopts him and Sugawara is in there as Tobios Uncle. Iwaizumi left to join the military cutting off contact with Oikawa. Oikawa and Sugawara travel with Tobio to an event for Oikawas work and there they meet Iwaizumi who is at the event to help maintain safety. Sugawara is weary of Daichi, also at the event, because Daichi is a police officer. There is a scene where Tobio is teething and gets sad..

Please help I've been trying to find it for an hour😭

#haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru #iwaoi #iwaoi fanfic #help me find the fanfic #iwaizumi hajime #a03 #ao3

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 2 years ago

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Lost in the Crossfire

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sQFVc86

by Le_Tourbillon

As Japan celebrates Emperor Hinata Goro, civil unrest from the Beta population disrupts the event with violence. Few of the nobility survive, and the Royal Family is kidnapped; hostages to a new regime built on a warped sense of equality. It’s a Beta uprising and the world is turned upside down with Shouyou caught in the crossfire.

Once the reconstructed country has fallen into the cruel routine of a dystopian nightmare, a boy is found with no name or history. He’s sent to the Karasuno Orphanage to be cared for by Sugawara and Daichi. They give him a new name and pack to belong to.

One day, the royal family’s resting place is discovered, but one body is missing. Rumor is that Prince Shouyou escaped. Three factions are on the hunt. A Beta leader wants to reach a peaceful resolution. The military wants to be rid of any threat to them. A resistance group wants to bring back the monarchy. A fourth option offers safety in a foreign country.

Being pulled into contradicting directions, how is Shouyou supposed to know who to trust? And when so many want to mate with him, the line between honesty and ulterior motives are further blurred. Who will Shouyou align with? And who will win his heart?

Words: 3529, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Natsu, Hinata Shouyou's Mother, Hinata Shouyou's Father, Kageyama Miwa, Ukai Keishin, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tanaka Saeko, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, enoshita chikara, Kinoshita Hisashi, Tsukishima Akiteru, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Terushima Yuuji, Shimizu Kiyoko, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Takeda Ittetsu, Semi Eita, Tendou Satori, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Tsukishima Kei, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shouyou/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Daishou Suguru/Terushima Yuuji, Kageyama Miwa/Ukai Keishin, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Tanaka Saeko/Tsukishima Akiteru, Izumi Yukitaka/Sekimukai Kouji

Additional Tags: Haikyuu!! AU, Omega Hinata Shouyou, Alpha Kageyama Tobio, Omega Verse, Royalty, Anastasia inspired, Hinata Shouyou is Sunshine, Omega Sugawara Koushi, Alpha Sawamura Daichi, kagehina endgame, Rape/Non-con Elements, Character Death, War, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Kageyama Tobio is Bad at Feelings, Everyone Loves Hinata Shouyou, Beta Uprising, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Beta resistance, Pack Dynamics, Assassination Attempt(s), Omega Kozume Kenma, no beta we die like men, Smut, Fluff, Porn With Plot, Mpreg

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sQFVc86

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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sunfish-studies · 3 years ago

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✄・・・ Patterns [Haikyuu!! Military Police AU]

➜ Warning: violence (sparring and missions), possible mentions of blood and bleeding, guns, knives, possible descriptive/mentions of injuries

➜ Notes: this short series is inspired by Gusari’s HQ 3rd Fanbook | you can assume everyone’s aged up | the reader is a female and the same age as the third years of HQ | this will be mostly platonic (bcs I suck at writing romance)

[Art by Gusari]

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Being acknowledged as one of the best in your division is an honor and led you to take a higher step towards being number one. Maybe after seeing your ambition and skill despite your gender, Mr. Irihata and Mr. Nekomata decided to moved you to the special squad.

“Wow, a new recruit!?”

“A girl!?”

Your first impression would be ‘too much testosterone in one room’–exactly as you describe in the sentence, only male population occupied the space whereas you’re the only female there was. Mr. Irihata and Mr. Nekomata deemed it would be a great time to introduce you to the squad you’ll be working with so here you were, standing near the door and trying so hard not to squirm on your toes.

Instantly, pairs of eyes focused on your figure once you stepped in their line of sight–surely, your appearance is similar to a sore thumb.

“Today, she will be working with you as a part of the team,” Mr. Irihata announced, gesturing his hand to you. “Introduce yourself, soldier.”

Automatically, you took a step forward and saluted with neutral gaze. “Otohaku [Name] from Miyagi’s Female Division, pleased to meet you.”

That’s how your adventure started.

You’ve known Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Kageyama the longest. Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been your best friends ever since you three were still freshmen–often trained together, discussing about strategies, and many more other than just talking about work in general. You’re thankful for them because in your personal training, they didn’t pull their punches which resulting you have more strength than your peers.

Even after you’re being separated because of divisions, your friendship didn’t waver even for a bit.

When they found out, you’re joining the squad they were more delighted than any other. Oikawa cheered and immediately jumped onto you out of excitement, rubbing his cheek against yours as you patted his back. Iwaizumi threw an arm around you and grinned widely. It’s nice to finally work together with your boys. Most of the time, you spend your time with the two in the base or when you’re free.

Meanwhile, Kageyama is your junior. During his time as a freshman, you’re chosen to be his mentor and trying his best to guide him. He’s extremely talented, towering over his peers when it came to skill in sniping and gun wielding. However, he was second to none when socializing suddenly involved. You tried your best to help him getting used, coaxed him into simple conversations, inviting him to eat with you during lunch or dinner. Your kindness is like no other and that’s why Kageyama is attached to you.

After knowing you will be working together with him, happiness is an understatement. He congratulated you in a lot of stutters and stiffened once you pulled him into a hug. Although it’s only a few seconds before he completely melted into your warmth. Kageyama found himself constantly trailing over you and tried his best to be around you as often as possible–which you found cute.

Kuroo, Bokuto, and you were placed in the same team–the mobility team. The three of you have the highest score when it comes to movements, parkours, and close combat. Kuroo was a polite gentleman at first, but once you’re close with each other he turned into a menace–teasing you endlessly, poking your cheek just to annoy you, and many more.

Bokuto is a beaming ball of energy which seemed to never ran out. He was an outspoken person who doesn’t afraid to ask straightforwardly if something’s nagging his mind. You were the person he would go to if he wanted to hear praises because he knew you always give it to him. He didn’t hesitate to be touchy or clingy towards you–physical contact is something he loves and you always let him hug you whenever he wanted.

Being in the same team with the same field, you three practices together more often than any other. While Kuroo is an expert in hand-to-hand, Bokuto and you are intense in using your legs–especially you who learned gymnastics once, your flexibility is challenging for them because it makes your moves even more unpredictable.

Hinata is a ball of sunshine, bright and warm and always lightened up your day. He looked up to you because he himself is rather amateur, but with his amazing stamina and reflexes he became the part of the team. He often seeks directions and advises from you and you didn’t mind teaching him or having extra practice with him. Who were you to deny his eagerness? When he did a good job, you never forgot to award him with head pats, something he enjoyed the most.

Akaashi is a rather quiet person, which makes him your safe place. He lets you pour out whatever seemed to frustrated you in a private conversation shared between just the two of you–in return, you did the same for him, listening to what’s nagging him. You two comfort each other. Akaashi sometimes helped you in practicing your sniping skills, he’s a great teacher and you found yourself improved tremendously from his help. When Akaashi needs a relieve, he will go to you, sitting beside you and just drops his head on your shoulder–you will stroke his hair and he will calm down from the simple gesture.

Sawamura is your hard-working-and-overly-stressed captain. Your existence is a blessing to him because in between the menaces of the team deprived of logic and normality, you’re a fresh air. You listen, pay attention, and obeying his orders–something he forgot how it supposed to feel. In return, he tried his best to assist you in anyway possible. Engaging a conversation with him is easy–he’s extremely wise for his age, whenever you need advices or encouragements, he’s the one you will go to.

Despite being the only female there is, the team never once disrespects you. They set you in high regards, acknowledging your skills, including you in discussions–gender is already passed their mind. They treated you equally, could be seen when they never pulled out their punches when it came to sparring with you–they went all out every single time, the same for you.

They didn’t see you as someone who needs to be placed in the back–you’re never given a minor role in missions, all of them were given to you because they knew you’re capable. Not once they thought you’re fragile or need protection, you could defend yourself well.

Still, they had unspoken boundaries–averting their gaze when practice shirt clung to your figure and literally shaped it (Kuroo pointed out that your chest is huge and he received a painful smack on the head by Iwaizumi along with withering glares from the rest), draping a jacket or clothing over you so you could cover up, never burst into your room without permission, requesting to build a separate room and laundry room just for you to respect your privacy, and many more.

(They consumed respect women juice 25/8)

Safe to say, you weren’t complaining about anything in this team and living you’re life the fullest as a part of it.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #sawamura x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #haikyuu military au

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astragazer · 4 years ago

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bedroom warfare

Iwaizumi x Spy!Reader

In which you are a spy whose mission is to kill a certain man.

(Inspired by Haikyuu SWAT/Military AU)

You’re a spy.

You don’t have a name, a past or a future. In a way you can be compared to a blank slate that can be dyed by any colour at any given time. They say a blank slate is the most dangerous in a deck, one can never know how they will turn out.

A King.

An alas.

Or a joker.

You can be anyone, taking different identity.

But really, who are you?

“No one,” you said as you swirl the red liquid in your glass. “I told you, I’m just someone who is enjoying the life of a free, independent woman.”

He doesn’t look like he believes you, how annoyingly sceptical, you thought as you take a sip of the rich velvety wine.

He hummed in response as he averted his gaze.

“How about you? Who are you?”

He didn’t say anything at first; he could have left if he wanted to. But the fact that he is still here meant he is slowly taking an interest. No one wants an all too open book, sometimes, what men like him crave, is a little bit of obscurity until they feel the urge to unravel that enigma.

“Iwaizumi,” he said simply. An answer that doesn’t give out much. But oh how perfect, you thought.

A name holds a certain power.

A spy doesn’t have a name.

What they have are alias.

“Iwaizumi,” you said, trying the name as the word rolled out your tongue perfectly.

“And you? I was asking for your name earlier. But you gave me a vague answer.”

“Oh you were asking about my name? Silly me,” you said as you chuckled lightly. “I’m Y/N,”

At least you gave him your real name.

Something that your birth mother had given you.

What will a dead man do with your real name anyways? He’d be dead by midnight tonight after all.

You finished the remaining liquor in your glass before you stood up and turn to him.

“Say, Iwaizumi-kun” you said, drawling out his name as you inch closer to him, your knee brushing his as he sat on the stool still. “Why don’t we go somewhere else? You don’t like you’re enjoying the party much anyways.”

You leaned out, but still too close to him as you stare at his face.

His face look stern and stoic, but a glint of desire shone for a split second you might as well think you’d imagined it.

But then he stood up and you straightened.

“Let’s head to my place, then.”

You followed him outside, in the cold chilly Tokyo breeze, you rubbed your arms. He stopped in front of a black McLaren. You couldn’t help but thought the car suit his personality as you stepped inside.

He sped through the street of Tokyo, the neon lights blurring by.

He owns a unit in a condominium situated in Minato Ward. You stood beside him in the lift and you tried to distract yourself by looking at the numbers up but you could see him from your peripheral vision.

It wasn’t until you two entered his unit did you find yourself against the wall, and you’re still in the hallway, barely in the living room and he’s already all over you.

“Calm down, Iwaizumi-kun,” you said as you felt your body gradually heating up from the stimulation. “You’re being too excited, aren’t you?” you muttered as you held his face and make him look up at you.

He’s so close, your noses almost touching. His eyes were half-lidded, you thought you smelled a strong scent of liquor, you really couldn’t care less whether he’s drunk or not. You’d be more glad if it is the former.

“Let’s take things slow, shall we?” you said before capturing his lips, giving him a teasing kiss and then biting down his lower lip before you leaned out.

“Slow? I don’t go for slow,” he said. “I prefer it fast.”

Yeah, just like you wanted to kill him fast too.

And then you’ll be able to finish this mission.

By then…

By then, they’d be able to let go of you.

To release the metal chains shackling you down.

Once you kill him and fulfil this mission, this will be your last and you’d finally be free.

“Not so fast,” you whispered back as he carried you to his bedroom.

His interior scream black and grey, a perfect fit for his personality too.

After getting rid of your burgundy velvet dress, you fell on his bed.

His bed felt comfortable as your back hit the duvet softly and then he was straddling atop you, pulling his shirt after sliding down his coat, Iwaizumi’s eyes raked your body before he dove in to capture your lips with his. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, he went down your neck, peppering the spot with kisses while your eyes went over your purse where you kept your gun.

Iwaizumi leaned out and your eyes averted from the purse as you quickly looked at him.

“What?” you asked.

“Protection,” he said before leaning towards the drawer by the side.

By protection, he didn’t really mean a condom.

You were quick on your feet as you took your gun out of your purse just in time Iwaizumi took his own pistol out of his drawer and aimed it at you.

“Not so fast,” he said, repeating what you said earlier and you gritted your teeth.

Even though he is quick to aim his gun at you before you did, you didn’t let that faze you.

You’ve been trained with every type of martial arts and you’ve done this way too many times before.

Right, you were used to this.

So how in the world did he still manage to corner you?

“I said not so fast,” he repeated, his hand gripping your wrist, your arms on your back as he hovered behind you, straddling you down the bed.

“Hey, now Iwaizumi-kun, I didn’t know you’re into BDSM.” You tried to wriggle your way out but his hold tightened. “Kinky,” you said with a chuckle.

“I didn’t know you’re into this kind of kink too,” he said sarcastically, though the sarcasm is as dry as the desert,

He took his belt out as he wrapped it around your wrist in a way that is tight enough to keep you in place but not tight enough to cut the blood circulation around your wrist.

How kind of him, you thought.

He pulled you up before pushing you on the bed again, making you face him as he kneeled atop you.

“Who sent you?” he asked and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. “No, never mind. I already know who did.”

“Then you shouldn’t have asked,” you said mockingly.

“Drop the mission.”

That took you off guard.

“What?”

“Drop the mission.”

It’s not like he needed to repeat what he said.

“Just kill me, will you?” you said with a groan as your shoulders slumped.

Drop the mission? He should be aware how spies who drop a mission always end up.

Well, simply put it, they often end up six feet underground.

So what’s the difference anyways?

At least if he kills you now, you’d be spared of the inhumane torture.

“I can protect you,” he suddenly said, and that surprise you even more as you watched him stood up.

He pulled the sheet before draping it atop your body, considering you’re only in your undergarments.

“Drop the mission and stay here,” he said again. “I’ll protect you.”

A/N: Should I actually make this into Chapters? Ahhh, I dunno but I might (if I’m not too lazy). Check me out on AO3 so if ever I decide to make this one-shot into chapters, I’ll publish it there.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu military au #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #spy!reader #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #anime fanfic

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kodzuken5 · 5 years ago

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So I had this idea for an AU set in a fantasy world that kind of looks like ancient Japan or Japan before the Meiji Restoration at least. Except it’s divided up into several nations and they are almost constantly at war.

- Oikawa is the Emperor. His outfits get a lot of attention. Some, especially foreign emperors and kings, think he’s too flashy and flippant to be a good emperor. But, after a lot of hard work on Oikawa’s part, most of the empire sees him as an intelligent and mighty ruler.

- Iwaizumi is his retainer, body guard, and childhood friend. Iwa is the only one who can knock some sense into Oikawa and there are rumors of things that go on behind the scenes between these two. He’s well respected by the citizens.

- Bokuto and Kuroo are well known generals and best buds. They stir up a lot of trouble in taverns but they are beasts on the battlefield. You do not want to run into them. Kuroo is a very strategic general while Bokuto is more a brute force guy but both have loyal troops.

- Ushijimia is technically a retired general after receiving a bad injury but he keeps fucking showing up to every big battle so who the fuck knows. He’s not really retired. And he’s still fearsome. But it’s mostly brute strength like Bokuto’s.

- Hinata and Kageyama are infantrymen trying to become generals one day. They compete a lot on the battlefield. (think back to the scene in lord of the rings with legolas and gimli). Both are strong and expected to be promoted soon.

- Kenma is the military’s best strategist and some would even consider him the best strategist on the continent. Although young for his station and reputation, he’s proved himself a fearsome opponent many times on the battlefield and in local shogi tournaments. He and Oikawa don’t get along very well, but they respect each other a lot.

- The rest of Seijoh works in the palace as guards.

- Akaashi is the head chef at the palace and known throughout the lands for his delicious dishes.

- Tsukishima is a well known blacksmith who is said to make the best armor you can hope to have. It’s sturdy, well crafted, and looks good. He likes his work but he is so done with the military idiots and the court snobs.

- Daichi works in the palace as a minister of something. Idk what yet. But he also teaches hand to hand combat to royalty and the noble children.

- Daichi is married to Sugawara, minister of education and tutor in his free time. Everyone loves this couple.

That’s all I got right now but I’ll add more later!

#fantasy au #kingdom au #military au #haikyuu #kuroo #bokuto #kenma #hinata #ushijima #akaashi #tsukishima #daichi #sugawara #kageyama #oikawa #iwaizumi #seijoh

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marcipancake · 4 years ago

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Excuse you i did want it

the military au absolutely no one wanted

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwaoi #other's art #recommendations #im ages late but #i always want some angsty military au #so excuse everyone #i do want #always

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martellprincess-writes · 2 years ago

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0NE NATI0N UNDER BL00D AND H0NEY

SERIES MASTERLIST: HAIKYUU FULL-LENGTH FIC

synopsis. At an all-women's college, soldiers take siege during martial law.

aesthetics. psychological thriller, 80's/90's japan. haikyuu!! soldiers vs. female students, martial law, hostages, war-torn society, dark academia, stockholm syndrome, military AU, tragedy, loss, angst

warnings. EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // nsfw, abuse, twisted and toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome

pairing. various haikyuu boys x multiple f! characters

authors note. this is my attempt to bring more full-length fics to this fandom and to explore more depth with original female characters instead of x readers. one-shot x readers … i’m tired

auth. note 2. links go to ao3 because i’m not putting myself through the hell of posting a full fic on this site

status: ongoing

CHAPTER LIST ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━

01 ━━ WIND BEFORE THE STORM: AKAASHI, BOKUTO

02 ━━ WE'LL SAVE YOU: MATSUKAWA, IWAIZUMI

03 ━━ CALL US LUCKY: IWAIZUMI, MATSUKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, MEIAN, ENNOSHITA

04 ━━ CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW: ENNOSHITA, OSAMU, KAGEYAMA, IWAIZUMI

05 ━━ NOWHERE TO CALL HOME: IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, AONE

06 ━━ SO MUCH INNOCENCE: ENNOSHITA, MATSUKAWA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, AKAASHI, ATSUMU

07 ━━ NIGHT HAS COME: BOKUTO, AKAASHI, TANAKA, ATSUMU, MEIAN, MATSUKAWA, OIKAWA

08 ━━ tbd

09 ━━ tbd

10 ━━

11 ━━

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu longfic #haikyuu x oc #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #tanaka ryuunosuke #osamu miya #hq smut #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #meian shuugo #ennoshita chikara #miya atsumu #tw noncon #yandere haikyuu

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mavrintarou · 2 years ago

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[5:05PM] Iwaizumi Hajime A/B/O

Not sure when I had hit 1K followers... but I DID! Honestly, I'm still flabbergasted that people enjoy my crazy unprofessional writing! So, here's my first Iwa story!

Warning: A/B/O au; alpha Iwa (that was a given); mild angst (probably not even mild); explicit smut (c'mon lol)

Iwaizumi Hajime should have known something was up when Shittykawa wanted to go to the bar. He would give vague answers as to where Mattsukawa and Hanamaki was.

He was slightly surprised to see half the bar reserved for him, with a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA! sign but what really took all the surprise out of him was seeing a specific person at the table among the others.

Y/l/n Y/n.

He hasn’t seen her in years and to make up for all those years, she was all he could see at the current moment.

He blinks, unsure if he was really seeing her until she smiled and he knew, she was really there.

He sat across but diagonal from her and could not keep his eyes off of her.

In the midst of the moment, his mind could only wonder what happened to them?

They met during their first year of high school at Aoba Johsai. Y/n was new to Japan due to her father being stationed in Japan for military work.

Her school ID card had the Alpha symbol next to her name and was one of the many alpha females in the school.

She was Hajime’s only female friend.

Even though she was an alpha, she did not express common physical alpha traits. She was much smaller than the other female alphas but when it came to dominance mentality and emotionally, she was stronger than the rest.

Towards the end of their third year, Hajime was slapped with reality that their time was running short. Oikawa was heading to Argentina right after high school while Matsukawa and Hanamaki was undetermined with their goals. Hajime knew for sure he wanted to go to college.

Y/n…

He noticed their one on one was slowly disappearing. She made less and less time for him and was always ‘gone’.

For a few times during their third year, she was on a short leave, returning back to her home country for personal reasons before returning.

She wanted to complete her high school at Aoba Johsai with them.

The night they lost to Karasano was the one game Y/n was not present.

In a way, Iwa was glad she didn’t see him play or witness his emotional breakdown.

He would never tell another soul how he had another breakdown after parting ways with Oikawa.

When he got closer to home, a sweet alluring scent hit his nostrils…

And he was confused when it was coming from the person waiting at the gate entrance to his home.

Y/n.

“Iwa…”

He breaks out of his zone, “sorry, what?”

“Cheers man, why are you so out of it on your birthday?” Hanamaki slaps him on the shoulder. “We must celebrate!” He raises a glass at Y/n, “it’s nice to see our little crew again. To Iwa!”

“To Iwa!”

His eyes did not leave Y/n, he watched her finish her mug of beer.

She was avoiding eye contact.

She stands up and Iwa panics for a second there before she assures, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be right back.”

She returns a few minutes later and Iwa swears something minty is in the air.

“Iwa-chan, what are you goals now that you’re getting closer to thirty?” Oikawa asks, swirling his drink. “Are you finally going to settle down?”

Mattsun nudges the birthday boy and winks, “don’t think I don’t smell that omega’s pheromones on you.”

Hajime exhales, annoyed. He looks over at Y/n who is staring right at him with go-on-tell-us-more-about-this-omega look.

“Y/n,” Hajime calls her name.

Her expression shifted, confused before answer, “yes, Iwa-chan?”

“How’ve you been?” he asked, diverting the attention to her. “You like disappeared off the face of the earth.”

After high school, they all lost contact with her. They were unable to find any social medias of hers.

“After high school… I went back home to the States. My dad retired from the military just for me to join.”

“You’re in the military!” They all shouted.

“Yes, that is why I could not talk to some of you for a while because I was in a restricted area.”

“Are you… done now?” Oikawa asked, sipping his beer.

She shrugs her shoulder, “I did my time and now I’m out.”

“What are you – what are you going to do now?” Hajime inquired.

“Find a job… I’m just living off of my savings from when I was in the military.” She tips her mug back, finishing the remaining beer she had left. “Going to go to school now, I guess?”

“How did you get here?” Hajime inquired as they begin to leave.

Y/n grabs a helmet out of nowhere, showing him. “My baby.”

“I know, our Y/n is so cool.” Oikawa chuckles, he leans his weight onto Hajime, “it is so nice to see you again.” He nudges his friend, “Iwa here missed you the most.”

A small smile on her lips, “I miss you guys too. You’ve all grown a lot.”

“Like… physically?” Mattsun question, patting his belly.

Hajime shrugs Oikawa off, “you shouldn’t be driving and riding, you were drinking.”

Y/n sighs, “I know. I’m going to explore the town here on foot to sober up, wanna come?”

Hajime watched her stare off into the quiet yet loud nightlife of Tokyo.

“Here,” he hands her a drink. “You still like those sugar drinks, right?”

“Of course,” she smiles, twisting off the cap. “Glad you remember.”

Hajime tipped his drink back, finishing it in one go and crushing the can. “I remember everything about you.”

Y/n looks at him, feeling that there was more to his words.

“I remember how I felt when you disappeared after the day, we lost to Karasano and our only chance to going to Nationals.” He paused; breath hitched. “You were so cruel. I went to your house, and it was vacant.” He fumbles with the crush can in his hands, “no one knew where you went, or even your family. Your phone was deactivated. There was absolutely no way to contact you.”

“Hajime…”

“Did I – did I mean so little to you?”

“Hajime,” Y/n calls his name sternly yet carefully. His jaw tightens before looking at her as if he is bracing for the truth that he’s been waiting for. “I was in love with you.” Her eyes flicker, “in fact I’m still in love with you.”

It was almost as if he knew that all along, he didn’t flinch when she confessed. Instead, without hesitation, he asked, “then why did you leave?”

Y/n lets out a half chuckle half sigh, “I was an alpha then.” Hajime frown and she continued, “the female in my family has history of first turning being false positive alphas.” Her fingers itch to touch his, “I had a really late second turning – during our third year. That was why… I was always gone.”

Memories flooded of the times when she would randomly be missing for more than three days. She would return and say she had to return back home.

Y/n looks up at him with soft eyes, “you see,” she swallows, “I am an dominant omega.”

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Four second.

Five second.

“So?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What – what do you mean so? You loath omega, Jime.”

For any dominant alphas, it had it’s many perks however, it only takes one bad experience to change all that.

After his second turning determined what everyone already knew, a dominant alpha, he never really minded or had any issues when it came to omega’s pheromones.

Until they started forcing their pheromones on him to make him go into rut.

When Y/n met him during their first year, she was extremely intimidated by him until a school project put them together as partners.

Hajime initially thought she was an omega and nearly chewed up the teacher’s throat until he saw her nametag that was hidden behind her long hair – that she was an alpha.

“Is that why you left?” Her silence was his answer. “You left because you thought I would hate you if you turned into an omega?”

“You told me – “

Hajime holds a hand up, stopping her, “I – I know what I told you years ago Y/n, but I was young and dumb. I cannot believe… that was the reason why you left me all this time?” His other hand whipped behind her head, pulling her into his arms. His heart softens at the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispers, “I don’t hate you; I promise.”

Being an adult and going back to college with younger people was a challenge Y/n faced.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t make friends, it was quite the opposite.

Everyone wanted to be her friend.

“Hey Y/n,” Tadashi greeted, taking a seat beside her.

Y/n hid her annoyance, not just at the nice kid but overall. She wore a bucket hat and thick rim glasses with her facemask with hopes she would just get through the day without any of the younger classmates hounding her down.

“Hey.” She whispers.

“Mind if I sit her?”

You’re already sitting, she thought to herself. There were also plenty of empty seats as well.

“Sure.”

Y/n did not want to show any ounce of affection to Tadashi – she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea if she did so. Many has mistaken her friendliness as otherwise.

But Tadashi Yuta has been genuinely kind to her. Helping her with contents she didn’t understand and the homework.

He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or feel inferior because of their different second gender.

Even so, Y/n was still weary with him, he is a dominant alpha but has yet to release any of his pheromones on her.

“Y/n,” she looks up from zipping up her backpack, “do you want to go grab dinner with me?”

She was caught off guard, “I – I’m meeting someone for lunch already. Sorry.”

He gives her a smile, two dimples appearing on his cheeks. “It’s alright, how about next time?”

She felt herself blush; all of suddenly, smitten by his charms. Tadashi is cute, she’ll admit that much. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He steps forward, even closer than he already is and reaches to push some hair off her shoulders and combing it behind her ear. “Me too.”

“You smell.”

Y/n sniffs herself, “no I don’t?”

Hajime stepped forward; nose pressed to her neck before Y/n pushes him back. He glares at her, “someone was scenting you?”

“No?” She answered defensively, sniffing the collar of her shirt. She was not able to smell a different scent. “A classmate just sat… by me.” She wasn’t sure why she was even explaining herself. If Tadashi was scenting her, she would have known.

Her mind flashes to earlier when Tadashi had reached to push her hair away. Could his scent have rubbed onto her then? Even then, she could not smell him.

A brow hiked up, “a male alpha?”

Getting frustrated at being interrogated, “yes, his name is Tadashi, and he is my friend!”

Hajime remained silent the rest of the walk to the restaurant he chose.

Y/n would occasionally sniff herself, still unable to smell whatever he accused of. She wasn’t sure why he was even upset in the first place.

They were just friends even after she’s told him that she was in love with him.

Since that night, they remained neutral with each other.

“What’s wrong? Does your food not taste good?” Y/n asks with a mouth full of food. He’s been sitting there with his arms crossed, food untouched.

He shakes his head before digging into his ramen silently.

“Why are you… upset?” Y/n finally asks after watching him for a minute eating and sulking.

“I’m not upset, just irritated.”

“Okay, so why are you irritated?” She reworded her sentence.

Hajime knew he was being childish. “I just… don’t like it when others scent you.”

Y/n exhales, “he didn’t scent me, okay? I remembered that he brushed my hair off my shoulder earlier, that was it.”

He was not satisfied with that assurance. “I don’t trust this friend of yours still.”

“Friend?”

“You called him your friend earlier.”

Y/n’s mouth drops for a second, recalling her words. “He’s not a friend-friend like that… just an… acquaintance.”

“Ouch, I thought we were friends Y/n.” Her head whipped up, seeing Tadashi stand beside her with a smile. “You were talking about me, right?” He looks over at Hajime and held a hand out, “hello, I’m Tadashi Yuta, Y/n’s acquaintance.”

Hajime stands up, and takes the outreach hand, “Iwazumi Hajime, Y/n’s friend.”

“He plays volleyball for your university.” Hajime informs watching the younger man walk away after crashing their dinner. He recognizes that face as one of his colleague’s patients.

His annoyance was rising by the second that Tadashi was on Y/n’s other side as they talked about homework and lecture. He wasn’t blind to the younger man’s advances, purposedly brushing against her arm. He can smell Tadashi on her now, more prominent now. The younger man knew what he was doing, completely trying to leave a clear message for Hajime.

That Y/n was his.

“Oh. I didn’t… know?” Y/n said truthfully. She knew little about Tadashi other than he was in two of her three classes.

“He’s an alpha.”

Y/n nod her head with an obviously look, “that, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eyes, “seriously, Jime?”

He returns the same look, “well, do you?”

“Hajime, if you don’t shut up and drop this topic right now… I might just like him.”

Something hits her and she freezes in her spot.

“What?” Y/n feels herself submitting to his tone. He steps in front of her, towering over her. “You’ll do what?”

“Ha – ji – jime…” she utters, feeling his pheromones emitting. This was her first time feeling it as Hajime had great control over his pheromones. She looks up at him, struggling to level her breathing. With every last ounce of control she had left before she would pounce on him, she shoved him. “Stop!”

His whole demeanor changed, and he blinks.

“What – what is wrong with you?” Her voice cracks. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her body tingles with his pheromones and she shakes her head before leaving him stunned in his spot.

Two different dildo sizes lay by her feet as she pumps the third one, the biggest one she has into her pussy, finding any sort of relief. Her other hand rubs her clit, and she feels the much-needed orgasm nearing.

Her toes curls and her heels dig into the mattress as she reaches her climax. “Jime…”

She curls into a ball on her side, whimper as the third release has done nothing to sedate her ache.

“I’m so tired…” she mumbles to herself tiredly before slipping into slumber.

Hours later, Y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing and stares at it while it rings. She was too tired to look to see who was calling her and just when she was about to close her eyes again, the phone buzzed again, this time, along with her door bell.

“Y/n!” Pounding on her door followed shortly. “Y/n I know you’re in there! I can hear your phone. Open the door.”

Weakly lifting herself up into a sitting position, she was still naked on her bed, on her nest. Having a better view of her phone, she can see Hajime’s name on her screen.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” His voice is loud and clear, “please… just… tell me you’re okay.”

She walks over to the door, not bothering to dress and her forehead gently thuds against the cool door. “I’m fine, Hajime.”

She doesn’t hear him on the other side and was about to speak when he whispers loud enough for her, “you’re in heat?”

It was her turn to stay quiet, her eyes widen, and she was about to step away from the door when he continues, “I can smell you.” He growls, “I can smell you, Y/n… you smell… so fucken good.”

Her legs press together to the ache between her legs. “Go – go home… I’ll be fine.”

“Let me help you.”

“No.” Yes, she wanted to yell.

“Y/n, open the door, let me… let me help you.” He sounded just as desperate as she did.

Her body acted faster than her brain, a hand turned the bolt lock and push the door handle, giving him access.

The door opens, the light in the hallway lights up her doorway, lighting her naked body up like a spot light.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping in and locking the door. He doesn’t even take off his shoes and closes the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this…”

Y/n leans into his palm, “take me, Jime… I need you… please…”

“It won’t be this once, Y/n… if I… if I take you – you are mine forever.” He growls, barely controlling himself as her smell is clouding his mind. His cock is rock hard and ready to burst against his skinny jeans. “Will you give yourself to me for life?” His mouth hovers over hers, “will you submit to me? Let me mark you?”

“Yes,” she breaths, looking up at him. “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Hajime lifts her up easily, walking towards her small bed. He lays her on her bed and his eyes catches a glimpse of the toys on her bed. He reaches for the biggest dildo, holding it up, “did this satisfy you at all?”

She could sense the jealousy from him and reaches to palm his bulge that was visible against his skinny jeans. “No, Jime… not even close.” She undoes the belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, letting his thick and long cock spring free. She glances at the dildo in his hand and then back at his.

He smirks and she her heart nearly skipped, he brings the dildo and compares it to his. “No wonder it didn’t satisfy you…”

The dildo was a whole inch shorter this his and wasn’t nearly as thick as his.

“This is the last time you’re using these,” he growls, grabbing all the dildos and tossing it behind him. He grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off, also tossing it aside. His fingers glides along her slit and he groans, “you’re so wet…” he slips two fingers inside easily before slipping a third one.

Y/n widens her legs, grabbing his wrist, “more… I need more…”

Hajime grins, ready to serve. “Scoot up, babe.” She crawled back until her head rest on her pillow and spread her legs, invitingly. He stands up quickly to shrug out of his too-tight jeans and boxers before setting back on the bed and between her legs. “I… don’t have a condom with me.”

She brushes her legs over his muscular thighs, urging him closer, “I don’t have any… but I trust you.” Her hand brushes his define abdomen to his pectorals. “You’re so beautiful.”

He catches her wrist and nudges the tip of his cock against her core. “I could say the same thing for you.” He lifts her legs, angling her differently to slowly thrust, only stopping when the tip has made it’s way past her entrance. “You’re so tight…” He gently pushes further and further, feeling her walls expand to accommodate his cock. “Relax… you wanted more,” he teases.

She lets out a shaky breath at the same time, relaxing her body to welcome his intrusion. “Jime… you’re so big…”

He snaps his hips at the last inch, making her whimper. He doesn’t waste a second and begins a steady pace. “It’s all yours… just as…” he grabs her waist, “this pussy is mine… all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! All yours!” she cries, holding on to his wrists.

He leans over to take a pucker nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping. Something inside of snaps and he thinks about how full and luscious her tits would be with milk when he breeds her. Fill her with his seed. Implant his baby inside of her, his mate, his life.

“Ah! Jime – you – you got bigger!”

He has never imagined a family in his life being that he has a career that he was too passionate about to settle down.

Hajime wasn’t not in rut; he cannot knot her this time but will when the time comes. He will and will knot her over and over until he has bred her. Will not stop until she is round with his baby. And babies.

He looks up, still suckling her poor nipple. Her moans and whimpers are enough for him to change his mind in a heartbeat.

He needed her.

“I’m so close…” she didn’t need to tell him, he could feel how her walls are tightening and that only pushed him to do what he is meant to do, serve, and satisfy his omega.

Hajime grabs her legs, pressing them down onto her chest – putting her in a matting press before he snapped his hips fast and hard. He was close himself, feeling himself expand even though he won’t knot.

“Gonna cum so hard inside your sweet pussy, love… going to put a baby inside of you.” She nods her head, whimpering and saying something he couldn’t comprehend.

“I love you, Jime…”

Pressing her further into her bed, he kisses her until his hips still and he groans. His body shakes and tremble as her bed rattles against the wall. Lewd and gushing noise echo the room as he slowly continues to thrust. He kisses her softly, “I love you too…” he whispers breathless. “I love you Y/n.”

“The female in our family has to join the military when they reach a certain age. It’s a family tradition.” Y/n explained, head resting on his arm. She looks up at him, “I had to go back home because I needed to do paperwork and physical training.”

“When did you find out you are an omega?”

“Three days after I enlisted into the military. By law… only alphas are allowed, and I was an alpha then…”

“You stayed in the military as an omega?!”

Y/n flinched at his outburst. “I learned to hide my pheromones. When my heat came, I took a break – the nurse, who knew I was an omega, would lock me up in a room that they use for alphas during ruts to ride out my heat.”

Hajime pulls her into his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re so crazy. None of those bastards touch you, did they?”

She shakes her head, kissing him on the lips. “No, I always kicked their asses if they got close to me.”

He smiles against her lips, “that’s my girl.”

E/N: I have completed a/b/o stories for Sakusa, Suna and Kita as well, you can find it in my master list 😊

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bubbabooo · 3 years ago

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tumblr recs🍓

i figured i would make a tumblr recs list since it will be a while till i make another ao3 one hehe

thanks for checking out my list :), i say this everytime but this is important: make sure to support the authors!

also sorry i haven’t made a recs list in a while! i’ve been burnt out from school lately and just didn’t think to make one 🥲

various x reader, unrequited love with the haikyuu boys, made me sad but part 2 fixes it all trust me, 🍓

tanaka x reader, comfort short, so sickingly sweet it hurts, this lil fic is perf for when ur sad and need some love, 🍓

various x reader, how they cope with ur death, this one’s for when you want some angst :/, 🍓

osamu x reader, exes to lovers, this one sorta reminds me of those hallmark movies where the girl leaves her small middle of no where hometown for the big city for work, and leaves behind her boyfriend who stays behind to have a small shop in their hometown, i literally adored this one pls read it, 🍓

sakusa x reader, strangers to friends to lovers, 1930s/1940s au, MILITARY MAN SAKUSA! this one was just… wow, never really have seen an au like this, not disappointed in the slightest, read it now, 🍓

kageyama x reader, childhood friends ish to lovers, love this one, makes you feel all mushy for kageyama :ppp, 🍓

iwaizumi x reader, fake dating trope, literally love this one, i’m such a simp for iwa, if you love fake dating + iwaizumi this is for you, 🍓

kita x reader, fic masterlist, arranged marriage au!, okay so i’m not a big fan of arranged marriage fics, but this… this was incredible. it was so well written and the build up between y/n and kita was so natural and not forced, it’s only three chapters but the chapters are very long! pls check out it was amazing, 🍓

bokuto x reader, oneshot from the story ‘The Ghosts we see’ which i have on one of my recs lists here 😚, i actually really enjoyed this one since i adore the fic it’s based on, for-warning, pretty smutty😉, 🍓

iwaizumi x reader, this is by augustine!! i love all of her works, they’re like a pick me up, iwaizumi literally gives you sm butterfly’s while reading, in short, 3 of the valentines days you’ve spent with iwaizumi :), 🍓

sakusa x reader, ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROYAL AU!!! guys. i passed out from pure joy when i discovered this story. three of my favorite things in one fic: haikyuu, enemies to lovers, and royal aus. such a pleasure to read. trust me on this one and read it rn!!! 🍓

ushijima x reader, ushijima comfort ushijima comfort ushijima comfort ushijima comfort!! if you know me you know i love this man. so when i see beautiful comfort fics about my fav?? i lose it. 10/10 made me happy when i was sad. 🍓

akaashi x reader, angst. so much angst. it’s actually not really angsty with akaashi but with his current girlfriend (lil spoiler: she’s a fucking cunt). but the ending is so rewarding after reading it. it’s also by demxnsxcous which if you haven’t been to her page then go immediately after reading. have never read one bad work of theirs. 🍓

ushijima x reader, r-royal au, royal au!!!! king ushijima 🥴, i love this man. and this man as your protective king husband is more than i could ever ask for. this story gives me butterfly’s when he’s being protective hehe, 🍓

suna x reader, KNIGHT SUNA AND PRINCESS READER!!!! i think you guys can tell of my everlasting love for royal aus. this link will take you to the masterlist for this little miniseries. i really love this one. the relationship with reader and suna makes you so happy and sad. happy because seeing how happy they are and how much they love each other makes your day. but sad because they can never really be together becuase of social and class standards. 🍓

iwaizumi x reader, i LOVE this one. it’s about a rich girl going off on her own and leaving her old life behind. and guess which tough bad boy she meets? mhm. it’s not done yet but i’m so excited for the next chapter, i’m on the taglist and everything ;)) 🍓

osamu x reader, fake dating, friends to lovers <333 this one only has 2 chapters out so far but i just know this one’s gonna be good. i cant wait for more and more chapters to come out and for this story to develop. i’m already in love with half the characters. adore this so far. 🍓

hinata x reader. i actually barley if ever read hinata fics. this one’s timeskip and i was pleasantly surprised. it’s such a satisfying read. i very much enjoyed it. the ending is also very sweet;) 🍓

kuroo x reader, angel reader and demon kuroo, half modern/half magic au. read this one a little while back, loved it. lot of smut hehe. definitely a guilty pleasure. the ending made me smile since it perfectly ended the game of cat and mouse kuroo and the reader were playing. 🍓

semi x reader, rockstar semi eita… much i say more? exes to lovers. oh my god. i remember when i read this for the first time, i could not stop reading it. i re read this over and over again. i don’t really wanna give too much away, but i’ll finish off with this: fuck semi eita ;)) 🍓

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wakai-imagines · 7 years ago

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One Last Time (Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader)

Could I feel your skin on mine Before I have to say goodbye? Could I please breathe one last time In my lungs

Three Days

You lay against his chest as he leans against the headboard of your bed, fingers entwined in silence. He doesn't have much time before he has to leave again for the military, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could being close to him.

"What are you thinking?" he murmurs, his words slightly slurred from resting his cheek on the top of your head.

"I'm thinking about us," you say, not bothering to hide your melancholy. "I wish we had more time together."

"Me, too," he sighs, "but I only have two years left of service until I'm done. It'll end sooner than you know it."

The setting sun outside casts the room in hues of vibrant reds and oranges and somehow makes the setting bittersweet and intimate at the same time. If your silence doesn't give you away, your trembling shoulders and heaving chest do, and he lifts your chin up with his free hand.

He kisses the stray tears on your cheeks before his lips meet yours in a sweet, reassuring kiss, and he thinks that if kisses could take away your pain, he'd gladly kiss you forever without rest.

"I'm sorry," you sniffle as you pull away to dry your face.

His eyebrows pull down at your apology. Why were you sorry? If anything, he should be the one apologizing, not you. He pulls you closer to him, his lips forming a frown.

"Don't apologize," he says as he strokes your hair. "I'm the one who's sorry." You allow him to hold you like that a while longer, relishing in the warmth of his body; the firmness of his chest; the strength in his arms; the slow, steady cadence of his breathing; his whole being. You don't know if it soothes you or makes you feel worse because you know that once he leaves, you'll miss everything about him for every second of every day that he's gone.

Two Days

"Good morning," you say too cheerily the next morning as you cook breakfast. You don't look over your shoulder in order to avoid your boyfriend's scrutinizing eyes, though you could feel them as he watched your every move. You worried him. He wasn't sure if he'd rather you cry or pretend you were fine. Either way, you suffered.

"Morning," he sighs gruffly as he approaches you from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. He places a tender kiss to the crook of your neck and murmurs against your skin, "Need any help?"

"It's fine. I'm already done," you tell him as you turn off the stove. He releases you from his arms almost reluctantly to let you set the food on the table. He stays close to you while you move, almost like a shadow.

"Hajime," you giggle, "I need some space."

He huffs and sits down, and you sit in the chair across from him. He reaches across the table and folds his fingers with yours, his touch warm and gentle.

The chirping of the birds, the laughter of children passing by, and the golden rays of sunlight that pour through the window conjure up the illusion that mornings with Iwaizumi are a normal occurrence, and you almost believe it, too.

You wish they were. You wish you could see him everyday before you fell asleep and the moment after waking up. You wish you could be in each other's presence at all times instead of being separated, each of you on opposite sides of the world.

"________?"

You blink and are pulled out of your thoughts, glancing up to find Iwaizumi's concerned eyes watching you. You muster up a tight smile and start to eat, ignoring his hand squeezing yours.

Eventually, he begins to eat as well, and you become less tense. He peeks up at you often to check how you are but doesn't say anything. He never was good with words.

One Day

It was the last night before Iwaizumi's flight back to the military, and it was an unanimous decision to spend it at home. Much of the evening was spent in each other's embrace and whispering sweet nothings in the other's ears, a tease here and there to ease the tension.

It's not long before your hands start to roam the planes of each other's bodies, lips meeting for heated kisses. One by one, pieces of clothing are removed until you're bare. Kisses grow desperate. Touches grow needy. Bodies grow warmer. You're left breathless after falling into bliss, but Iwaizumi starts to runs his lips over the exposed skin of your neck and chest.

He's kissing any skin he can reach as if to make sure you'll remember him, to engrave himself in you. You're reminded that tonight is your last night together for a long time, and your heart gives a squeeze.

He cups your cheeks in his hands, his motions stopping as he gazes down at you with saddened eyes. He wipes your tears away and kisses you in a way that you know you'll still feel his lips against yours in the months to come.

"I love you," he gasps, his own eyes growing misty as he gazes down at you. "I love you."

He repeats himself over and over again, his voice cracking with every other syllable, until it's nothing but senseless noises, and for the first time in a long time, Iwaizumi Hajime cries. His sobs grow louder when you wrap your arms around his bare back and bring him down onto you, and they rob him of any sense and thought.

After calming down, he lays on his back and pulls you against his chest. He holds your hand and slips a ring over your finger wordlessly. You have to stop yourself from crying again and manage to whisper a broken 'I love you'.

Day Of

As you sit together, waiting for his flight to arrive, you hold onto each other's hands tightly as if to make sure the other is real. Neither of you say anything — what is there to say?

You stare at your ring, watching how the light hits it and makes it glow, and you swear to yourself you'll never take it off. You look up and watch as people pass by, some running, some walking calmly, others walking briskly with stressed faces.

"_______."

You turn to your fiancé and are met with a kiss. It's short, but the message behind it is clear: I love you. He leans forward until his forehead touches yours, his half-lidded eyes gazing into yours. His lips part as if to speak, but the words don't form, and nothing comes out.

You caress his cheek in understanding and smile. He was as awkward with words as the day you met him, and you always found it endearing how speechless he was when in your presence.

Passengers boarding Flight XX, please wait at Gate XX. Your plane will arrive shortly.

You both tense at the announcement of his flight arrival, neither of you wanting to part. You pull away reluctantly and stand up, picking up one of his bags with you. He looks up at you with forlorn eyes for a moment before mimicking your actions. You take your time walking through the crowd, hands held tightly, linking the two of you.

You have to stop at the security gates prohibiting you from walking any further with Iwaizumi, and his hand tightens around yours. A lump forms on your throat as you prepare to say goodbye, and you almost laugh at how you were the speechless one now.

He pulls you in a strong embrace, his face buried in your hair, and you start to cry. Your hands grab onto his shirt, failing to find comfort in his being and instead wrenching your heart even more.

"I have to go," he struggles to say after a moment. His actions contradict his words, his arms remaining wrapped around your figure. When he finally pulls away, his red-rimmed eyes meet yours, and he murmurs quietly, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

“I know you will,” you reply quietly, the lump in your throat making it harder to speak clearly. He ducks down swiftly to give you one last kiss, his lips meeting yours earnestly before he forcibly removes himself from you.

“I love you,” he chokes out.

“I love you, too,” you repeat, your own voice giving out on you.

He gathers his things slowly before making his way through security, his eyes never leaving yours. When he finally passes through, he gives you one last look before making his way to his gate, leaving you feeling lonelier than ever. You wipe away your tears and take a deep breath. He would be back in your arms again soon, and that was enough for you right now. As long as you both knew that, you would be fine.

#i'm not completely sure how the japanese military works so this is based on what i know about the american military #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagine #not a request

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