#♡ iwa

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

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

"when do i not see you?"

"what, one face in all that crowd?"

"there was a crowd, too?"

[salsakiyoomi]

"i want to get married."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tomasweetheart]

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

pairing: i. hajime x gn!reader

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

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

soundtrack: not strong enough, bite the hand

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he won't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm moving to California."

[cnnmairoll]

Chibi Haikyuu Doodles ! (Aoba Johsai! Edition)

[red-writes]

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

[jadeoru]

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

[zumicho]

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

OMG GOOD LUCK !! LMK HOW THEY GO <3

[zimtastisch]

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

(ganzes video mit mehr outtakes hier)

[ktsumu]

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

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

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

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IWA HEADCANON WITH A CHUBBY PRINCESS READER PLEASE

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

[bonyato]

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

[nkogneatho]

YEA OKAY I DOTJ LIKE HALF YOUR BBAIES ITS OKAY😭 TSUKI IS CUTENEJDHD HOW CAN YOU NOTT TTTTTT

IWACHAN IS GIRLBOSS ON TOP

Tsukki is a cutie??? HELL NO. THAT SALTSHAKER IS SO ANNOYING

[torhues]

help my friend said that the hq fandom, as a whole, would cheat on their favs w iwaizumi im 💀

[t4tpumpkinduo]

my one weird iguess lore take is that i find phil so moe ilike kinda forgive him for everything does that make sense

[ktsumu]

now that the childe fic is done i can finish the first chapter to cross check that i totally did not forget about

[b4bydo1l]

had to rb bc this is the best possible response to asks like this

sorry but incest?? twice in a row??? when you're 23 fucking years old???? i dont know how else to say this but, you. are. messed. up <3 hella predatory and disgusting

you guys are such big fans i can't believe it, how sweet 💞 tho i should correct you and tell you it was 3 times in a row! 4 now because you just had to open your mouth! see how i'm not stopping bc a random internet person insulted me 💞

and just for you i'm gonna make this one extra special and do some daddy porn!!!

tw: pseudo incest, daddy kink, soft!iwaizumi, cunnilingus

listening to you call him daddy made him feel something he never thought he would. you weren't that much younger than him, in college, while he had graduated a short time ago.

he was more of a trophy husband for your mom. truthfully, it made more sense to wind up in bed with you than it did her.

and god, was he glad he did. you were so pretty - pristine and pure. your skin was soft to touch the glowed beautifully under the dim bedroom light.

he felts so much bigger than you, that fact only made more apparent when he cupped your breasts and his hands nearly engulfed your chest. your lashes fluttered and you sighed and cooed so beautifully for him.

"are you virgin, baby?" the questions slips out so easily and you open your eyes to look at him, bashful.

you nod, "yes daddy, 'm sorry."

he cracks a smile, "whatre you apologizing for?"

"i-i know youd probably want a more experienced girl," you whisper, hands gripping the sheets as his own travelled down your body to your thighs, which you eagerly spread open for him, "i promise i'll do good, ill be good."

he hums, "yeah? you'll be my good girl?"

you gasp and nod, making him grin. such a sweet girl, wanting praise from her daddy.

when your pretty little slit was exposed to him, he cursed. you were so wet, dripping from your hole to the bed and slick strings. he couldn't resist licking his lips at the sight.

a precious little cunt, untouched - he was sure you tasted oh so sweet.

"gonna get a taste of that cunt, alright baby?" he asks, dragging his thumb through your folds as he waits for your consent which comes in the form of a soft 'yes, daddy."

he doesn't bother teasing or making you beg like he would make other girls. he can't resist the draw and allure of burying his tongue inside your dripping cunt.

his tongue finds your clit, softly licking the little bud until your hands are tangling in his hair. your sounds are a symphony of beauty, making his ears ring and his heart pound in his chest.

he's never felt so overwhelmed, so desperate for someone before. the need is only heightened by the way you tremble and call out to him.

"daddy, god, daddy!" you squeal, back arching, "you're gonna make me cum, daddy! please don't stop! please!"

he would never even fathom the idea. your mother could storm into the room right that very second and it wouldn't take him away from your cunt. he was addicted - to your taste, your sounds, your smell.

his lips wrap around your clit and with a final, harsh such, youre cumming. his eyes never fall away from you, watching your body squirm and shake through the pleasure.

your cum gushes against his chin and mouth, but he doesn't mind. he loves that you're so messy for him. your clit throbs erratically on his tongue - letting him know you're cumming nice and hard for him.

when he finally pulls away, he's panting just as hard as you. he brings his thumbs up to spread your folds apart, exposing your pulsing little hole and clit to him.

you put up no fight when he pushes his tongue into your entrance - eager to drink down every drop of cum you have to offer.

"oh, daddy..." you sigh, that name that makes his heart and cock throb 💞