#iwaizumi x black reader
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the luvrs club ❥ pothos
pothos: the god of yearning and desire. the passionate longing between lovers, especially when one is unattainable.
“they say distance makes the heart grow fonder but i don’t know how much “fonder” my heart can get. i want to see you, hold you, and feel your skin against mine. why can’t we close the distance and love each other face to face.”
timeskip!iwaizumi x college!black fem reader genre: angst with a happy ending, argument warnings: cursing, insults, mentions of mental health/insecurity word count: 6,975
playlist: spotify apple music
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14 hours, 26 minutes, and 16 seconds…. 17…. 18,
And not a single notification from your boyfriend. You stare at your phone, waiting and silently wishing just one text would pop up. Even the three dots indicating that he was typing would satisfy you but there was nothing there. By now you should be accustomed to the lack of communication but the reason for the radio silence is what bothers you.
An aggravated sigh escapes your mouth and you get up from your position on the couch, abandoning your phone in the living room as you walk to your kitchen. You begin opening all your cabinets in search of something to soothe the festering irritation in your chest.
And like an added soundtrack to your life, there’s a tiny voice, one so small- so quiet urging, begging you to go back to your phone and text him. The voice is very persuasive, you cannot deny, as it lists off reasons as to why you should be the one to reach out first. You ignore the whisper, muting it because it can’t always be you.
A relationship requires the continuous effort of two people and your heart could no longer bear the strain of double work.
“I’m not texting him, fuck all that” You huff as you grab a bottle of juice.
Soft footsteps thud against the hardwood floor as you trudge back to the comfort of your couch. You pick up your phone again, ignoring the empty notification center and scroll through multiple delivery apps.
The juice has done nothing to pacify the hurt spreading throughout your body like a never ending flame. You need something else to distract you because soon your thoughts will be gasoline to the wildfire of pain.
After ordering from your favorite restaurant you switch your attention to the TV, hoping the background noise from whatever you choose would aid in the distraction you so desperately seek. But as you browse through countless anime, Netflix originals, and Disney movies, nothing interests you or rather everything seems to pale in comparison to the situation at hand.
You shut the TV off and opt to sit in silence, staring at the ceiling and listening to the white noise that fills your apartment.
It works, for a while.
Until the quiet is too quiet. Until the steady tick of the clock is growing louder by the second and its echoes in your brain, almost like an insult that still stings your heart years later. Why did you think this was a good idea? Why would you give yourself the opportunity to be alone with your thoughts when that has only destroyed you multiple times before?
“This is driving me crazy. I have to do something.” You groan, sitting up abruptly. You grab your phone from its spot on the coffee table, once again ignoring the lack of notifications from one Iwaizumi Hajime and calling someone who would listen to all your troubles.
If you couldn’t be alone with your thoughts then what’s the harm in sharing them with someone else?
Five rings pass before you hear the click that tells you the other person has finally picked up. There’s something resembling a sigh coming from the other end and you take it as a greeting and a sign to start running your mouth.
“Kunimi, your friend is a whole bitch and I hope you know that.”
“Well, happy holidays to you too and I’m good thanks for asking.” Kunimi replies sarcastically, completely unfazed by your words.
“Yea, hello or whatever. But can you believe this man hasn’t contacted me in the last-” You glance at the time before continuing, “-14 hours and 36 minutes?”
“You’ve been keeping count?” His voice is steady and level as usual but with the years of friendship between the two of you there’s no way you would miss the shock lurking in between his words.
Your voice wavers as you bite back tears.
“Yeah… This is a new record for him. And at this point I can’t figure out if I’m really hurt or just over it all. I never thought he would treat me like this.”
The small sniffle and brokenhearted look you wear is all it takes for Kunimi to understand that whatever has transpired in the past 14 hours has truly hurt you. And the brown-haired boy might not be the greatest at comfort but for his best friend, he would do all he could.
“What should I do, Ki?” You mumble out.
His voice softens as he speaks.
“First you have to tell me what happened. I can’t help you if I don't know.”
“Okay well remember how I said Iwa’s been distant lately? That’s where it all started.”
Time, the most precious element in a long distance relationship. Everything depends on time, whether it be time zones or figuring out how much sleep you can sacrifice to talk to your beloved. And if the one in your heart truly means that much to you, you would scrap up minutes and seconds to hear a warm hello.
Your relationship with Iwaizumi certainly began that way. The hours long facetimes and constant texts. Voice messages and random photos sent throughout the day used to fill the void of physical contact. And staying up late to wish the other good morning before you lay your head down to rest. All of it was enough to keep your heart beating even when you were 5,471 miles apart.
However, the normal hours-long facetimes become simple texts and missed calls. It turns into short two word answers and noncommittal hums in response. All you start to hear from Iwaizumi is “Sorry, I’m busy” and “I’ll call you back later.”
Those were lies and empty promises of course and as time went on they only got worse. Sometimes you would go days without nothing more than a “hello” and when you pressed for more, it only resulted in disappointment. You tried not to read too much into it, blaming it on school and environment. You began telling yourself you shouldn’t expect so much, that you were being unreasonable and clingy. Hajime had so much to worry about, especially being so far from the only home he’s known and his distant behavior wasn’t a reflection of how he felt about you.
That’s until he began posting more often and updating his story, something which he never cared about before. You saw him hanging out with friends and going on weekend trips. He was laughing and smiling, a sight you haven’t seen in weeks. You want to be happy for him but you can’t, you can’t because you couldn’t fight off the feeling of being ignored, of being forgotten, and disregarded.
And if that wasn’t enough, that’s when you start seeing her. You didn't know who she was, maybe a classmate or coworker but she’s plastered everywhere like annoying billboards outside apartment windows. She begins showing up in his videos, in his posts, and comments. You didn’t miss the way her arm would drape over his shoulders or her lingering looks full of some emotion you can’t quite place.
When you ask Hajime about her you make sure it's casual and not accusatory, because the last thing you want to do is start an argument with someone who tends to be blinded by their own pride. His response was definitely one you wanted to hear but not necessarily one you believed. He told you she was his roommate’s sister and that they were just friends. And while all of that seemed true you couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy.
The kind that starts to cut away at your soul leaving nasty scars and you’re not sure they’ll ever heal. Why is that she got more of his time than you did? What about her was so special that it cast a shadow on your love?
So instead of tending to your soul scars, you cover them with cheap band-aids and off-brand ointment. You began making excuses and no longer questioned Iwa’s actions. He was your boyfriend after all. He was yours and you were his, and that should be reassurance enough.
Well that’s what you thought until one night your phone starts ringing in the middle of your Criminal Minds binge. You reach over, grabbing it from your nightstand and a smile so bright, one that could put the stars to shame stretches across your face.
He was calling you. After days of barely getting past the hi, hello, and how are you’s, Iwaizumi was making the first move. You press accept, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Hi, Haji!” Your voice is warm and sweet, everything you want his to be.
All you hear is rustling, indistinct voices, and faint music. So you repeat yourself, assuming he can’t hear you because of bad cell service.
“Hellloooooo, Hajime?”
You pull the phone away from your ear and check the time in Los Angeles, it was only a few minutes past 2 pm and you wonder if he’s at work. This would not be the first time Iwa has accidentally dialed your number while on the clock. You decide to check his location that way you could end the call without any worries and shoot him a text to let him know what happened.
But his location isn’t at the local gym, no he’s still at home and that’s when you hear it. A loud laugh from Iwaizumi and the voice that follows it, her voice. They were together and you were a mistake stuck in his pocket, a voice stuck behind a cracked glass screen.
You want to be petty, you want to scream and yell profanities loud enough to embarrass them both but you knew your boyfriend. He wasn’t one to react to that and he wasn’t one to cheat either. Iwa was the one who insisted the two of you pursue a long distance relationship after you expressed doubts about it.
Doubts that are coming to fruition day by day.
So you text him, asking him if he meant to call you. You knew the answer was no but you just want to see what he does next. The vibration from his phone echoes in the call and you can hear more rustling as he pulls it out of his pocket.
“Babe?” Iwaizumi questions, heavy confusion dripping from the singular word.
“I think you called me by accident.”
“Yea I think so. Didn’t even notice, sorry.” You can clearly picture him rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he apologized to you.
“I figured since you seem real busy. I’ll talk to you whenever you decide to actually call me.” You shift in your bed, getting ready to end the call.
“Nah, I’m not busy. I’ll call you in like two hours, okay?”
“Mmhm, bye” You hum, not believing it all and ending the call. If he wasn’t busy, why not continue the conversation at that moment?
Unlike usual, disappointment didn’t follow Iwa’s words and to your surprise he did call two hours later. The facetime call started with its usual pleasantries and the feeling that scratched away at your soul had been reduced to a minor itch and that was enough to make you happy for the moment.
Even if he did keep his word doesn’t mean his behavior changed completely.
“How were finals? I know you were really worried about it.” You ask.
“Fine.” His voice is flat and he doesn’t elaborate nor does he ask you about yours.
This is exactly how the rest of the conversation goes. Hajime treats talking to you like an annoying chore and despite calling you first he only responds with dry answers like he couldn’t be bothered and that’s only if he chose to answer. Other times he would leave your words hanging in the air, unacknowledged and unanswered. Once again you were the only one putting in the effort and it hurts. It feels like a vine is wrapping around your heart and digging its thorns into the delicate flesh.
“Oh! Did I tell you I got my hair done?” You start taking off your bonnet, excitement buzzing throughout your entire body. You look into the camera, adjusting the black soft locs to frame your face.
Iwaizumi appears a minute later, his eyes doing a quick glance over before disappearing off the camera like some stupid magic trick.
“It’s nice.”
Nice? Just nice?
You know what would be nice?
If your boyfriend actually gave you the attention you deserve. If he complimented you in a way that would make your heart swell ten times its size. If he made you feel wanted, made you feel adored.
But, he didn't.
Instead it’s like he left the door open, letting in the chill of December and your heart was at risk of severe frostbite.
You let out a shaky breath, swallowing tears of hurt and anger. You've had enough.
“Do you have something better to do?”
“What you say?”
“Do you have something better to do? Am I boring you or what?” You snap.
“What’s with the attitude? You need to chill out.” Iwa reprimands, not enjoying the sudden change in tone.
You scoff. An attitude? At this point, he shouldn’t expect anything less especially with the way he’s been treating you.
“One, don’t tell me what to do. Two, have you even realized this is the first time we’ve talked for more than 5 minutes in the last three weeks? If you would even call this a conversation considering the fact I’m the only one talking.”
Iwaizumi doesn’t want to argue with you, he doesn’t want the conversation to go any further because he knows how the both of you are. And he knows that anything past the point will only result in a wound much too deep to heal. So he stays quiet.
But antagonizing him was one of your special talents.
“And as usual you got nothing to say. You’re on hush mode just as I motherfuckin’ expected. You never fucking change. Or actually you don’t care enough to change.”
“And exactly how am I supposed to change? What am I supposed to say? It’s not like you ever give me the room to talk. You only talk about yourself. Everything is always about you or are you too self-absorbed to notice?”
You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off before the words are able to form on your tongue.
His voice raises a couple octaves in an attempt to imitate you.
“It’s always ‘Oh look at my hair Haji,’ ‘I bought this Zumi,’ ‘I got 60 on my test Haji.’ So tell me exactly how I'm going to contribute to the conversation?”
This isn’t any ordinary imitation, no he’s mocking you. And if he was trying to hurt you, well he could celebrate a win. His statement causes a very familiar feeling to return, the feeling of thorns tearing away at your skin.
“It’s not like you’re any better, Hajime. Don’t sit on my phone and act all high and mighty. I ask you a question, you brush me off. I try to get you to talk, you don’t even respond. I’m always met with silence like it physically pains you to say more than one letter to me. Do you know how that feels? I feel so little, like I don’t matter, like I'm unimportant. Yet, you have all the energy in the world to talk to other bitches.”
The dark-haired boy rubs his temples, clearly showing his irritation.
“Oh so that’s what this is about? How many times do I have to tell you she’s just a friend AND my roommate’s sister. Do you even hear how you sound right now? It’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t care if she’s the Princess of Geneva. She gets all of your time and attention, while your actual girlfriend has to damn near beg for you to even text her. Do you see the issue? I shouldn’t feel like an outsider in my own fucking relationship. I shouldn’t have to witness you playing house with other people while I have to pray for a crumb of your time.”
“So I’m not allowed to hang out with the people around me? I have to always cater to you and live my life on your time? When we don’t even live in the same country. Do you expect me to be at your every beck and call? Do you know how exhausting that would be?”
Those cheap band aids start to peel off one by one. The scars you thought you covered so well, start to sting and burn.
Your voice is thick, full of tears and pain. You know you shouldn’t but you want him to experience even a fraction of what he’s put you through.
“Is that why you don’t try anymore? Is a little distance too hard for fragile Iwaizumi Hajime? The same Iwaizumi who begged me not to break this off? The same one who promised me he would try to make this work.”
You continue patronizing him, fake pity exuding from every word.
“Oh, you poor thing. It must be so hard for you to actually care for your girlfriend. It’s almost like I’m not the one putting in all the effort anyways, like I’m not the one doing all the work. While you get to run away and escape from everything. But I shouldn't be surprised, that is your special talent after all. Running away from every single feeling because they make you feel weak, make you feel less than. Is that why you ran from Japan to California because you aren’t good enough for anything here, right?”
You know that was a sore spot for him, but you didn’t care. You were tired of being an afterthought, tired of being the one flavor of candy no one picks.
“You didn’t have to say that. You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Iwaizumi is trying his best to keep his voice stable but those words leaving your mouth were enough to cause a lump to form in his throat.
“Well believe it and go to hell while you’re at it.”
You end the call right away, denying him the chance of rebuttal. You sniffle, wiping furiously at your eyes before burying your face into your pillow, wetting it with your tears.
Click.
A sound that Iwaizumi never thought twice about, but now it starts to haunt him. With every passing second all he can hear is your words, the pain behind them, and that godforsaken click. It echoes in his brain the same way the tick of the clock echoes in yours.
The dark-haired boy reaches for his water, downing it all in one go. He was trying to get rid of the lump that has found home in his throat, but no matter how many times he swallows it never seems to leave. It sits there, heavy and hurting like the words exchanged between the two of you.
If anyone else had listened to that call, Hajime is sure they would never believe him when he tells them, he never meant for it to go that way. He never meant to speak to you like that or make you feel like that, like you didn’t matter to him.
Because that couldn’t be further from the truth. You mean the entire world to him. Even the world was too small a scale.
Iwaizumi wants to take the stars from the sky and dump them in your hands, because in his eyes the sky had stolen them from you. And to him that was a crime worthy of the worst punishment. Why would someone steal from you? Why would the sky take away the stars from their rightful owner?
And it shouldn’t be an excuse but the fact you meant that much to him, maybe that’s what caused the change in his behavior. He couldn’t quite grasp the true weight of his own emotions and with that came overthinking - overthinking that led to insecurity.
The kind that takes bits of one’s psyche and crumbles it into ash.
Hajime can’t pinpoint when he started feeling that way but he remembers how it consumed him whole. How it was all he ever thought about, how it crept into his mind as he slept - infecting his dreams.
His mind would race with thoughts of you, of your relationship. He thought about what you were doing, what you were eating, and how you felt about him even though he was physically absent. Those thoughts turned into questions, terrifying ones.
Why does missing you feel like blades to the chest?
Why do you make him feel so good? And why does he always second guess it?
What if you saw him the way he saw himself?
What happens when you realize that your love was better given elsewhere?
Then followed the doubt, which clouded his mind and he began to think that you would find someone better than him, someone who actually deserves to be loved by a heart as big and as precious as yours.
And Hajime knows he struggles with vulnerability, with the ability to allow people see him past the image he projects and yet with you that all he ever wants to do, be vulnerable. He wants you to press your ear to his chest and listen to the erratic beating of a heart that belongs to you. Iwa feels safe in your presence even with the 5,471 miles between the two of you. Safe enough to drop whatever guard he has built up over the years and that alone terrified him.
So he doesn’t tell you about all the things that swim in his brain. Due to the terror but also despite all that, he still always wants to be your big strong boyfriend, the one you can depend one. But how could he do that when he was falling apart on the inside? What if you start to see him as weak, the same way he did every time he looked in that foggy mirror after every shower.
He decided weeks ago that he would fix it on his own, that way he could come back to you stronger, healthier, and more sound of mind. A person that understands his emotions and knows how to deal with them. So he starts hanging out with his friends more, asking them for advice, and surrounding himself with people that could help him. And if Iwa had told you that’s what he was doing, you would’ve encouraged him wholeheartedly. He knows you would but for some reason he didn’t and his plan didn’t include neglecting you, but he still did. Whether it be intentional or accidental, he still did.
And now this was something new he had to fix. Hajime has to fix it soon because the heartbreak that leaked from your words wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe, but if he were to lose you? No language in the world can detail the pain that would come from his heart being torn apart piece by piece.
The boy can only pray that there is a way to resolve everything. Because this has given one very sneaky god the opportunity to weed his way into your minds and plant a seed into the loving soil of your relationship. The sprout had started to grow when your hearts ached for each other and now it may bloom into something ugly and twisted. All you can do now is wonder if your love will survive the poisonous flower.
“That’s what happened. And I woke up this morning to zero texts or calls from him, it’s like he doesn’t even care to fucking apologize.”
“Did you call or text him?” Kunimi soon realizes that was the wrong question to ask after he hears your very heavy sigh.
“Why are you asking me stupid questions? ……Why would I do anything when I’m always doing it? That’s the whole reason we argued, Ki. Why do I have to spend my Christmas Eve chasing after him? Hmmm?” You shift on the couch and angle the phone so he could properly see the expression you wore.
“I was just saying. Maybe he’s waiting for you to reach out to him because he wants to make sure you are ready to talk.” Your best friend explains. And honestly? You wish he would stop talking. It’s always excuses-excuses with men.
“You’re no help at all, like none. I hope you know that.” You inform him, growing sick of this conversation.
“I’m trying! You know this isn’t really my thing.” He mutters out and you can tell it's apologetic.
“Thanks for trying or whatever.”
There’s a few beats of silence that settle over the call and you use it to collect your thoughts, or at least attempt to.
“You okay?” Kunimi asks quite sincerely.
“Not really.” You answer back just as sincerely.
“Can I come over?”
“No. Go spend your Christmas Eve with your girlfriend. One of us has to have a good day at least.”
“You can come with us, she won’t mind. It’s sad being all alone like that.”
“Thank you for reminding me, Ki. And I’m not third wheeling my best friend and my cousin. I’m not a baby, I’ll be fine by myself for one day.”
“You sure?” The brown-haired boy questions, worry weighing down his features.
“Yes, father. Tell Amina I said hi and that she owes me $15.” You crack a small smile, hoping it convinces him.
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
“And I’m not in the spirit, so goodbye.” You wave him off, quickly ending the call after you hear his farewell.
You lied.
You are a little bit of a baby. You felt lonely and hurt, and it’s not shameful to admit that at this very moment you want to crawl into someone’s arms and bawl your eyes out. But that wasn’t an option, so instead you stare up at the ceiling once again and let the tears fall without someone there to catch them.
Another 20 minutes of crying pass before a text lights up your phone and a small chuckle falls from our lips. There’s a long text from your cousin cursing your boyfriend out with such creativity, you can only wonder how she comes up with such insults.
As you exit the text conversation, your finger hover over Hajime’s contact and Kunimi’s words start to replay in your head. If he was really waiting for you to contact him first then that means he didn’t actually listen to you, that he still hasn’t learned anything, and that would take the both of you right back to square one.
Iwaizumi has to be the one to extend the olive branch first, he has to prove that he wants this relationship to work as much as you do. Or this might be the end.
Through all the tears and emotional turmoil, you suddenly remember the food you ordered earlier. You check the time, it's been almost an hour since you ordered and you see a message about a delay due to the sudden snow. Absolutely nothing is going right for you today and you wish the holidays would just pass by quickly because it’s only adding on to your sadness.
You flip over on the couch, burying your face into the cushions in hopes that sleep would overtake you and you could forgot about the present world for a couple hours. Your eyes have only been shut for 5 minutes before your doorbell rings and you ignore it at first, not wanting to hear your neighborhood’s choir rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”. But then it rings again and this time you pull yourself off the couch, expecting the delivery man to be holding your bag of long awaited food.
Opening the door with one hand and grabbing a couple bills for a tip with the other, you start thanking the person and apologizing for making them brave the freezing temperatures. However, your words don’t even touch the chilly air because there was no delivery man and definitely no food.
No, there was only your boyfriend standing at your doorstep with his suitcases and a very guilty smile.
And you?
You slam the door close out of shock or out of anger, you’re still deciding which one. You look out the peephole and watch your boyfriend fidget nervously. His nose is pink and he blows into his hand to keep them warm. A part of you wants to leave him out here and let the cold be his punishment. Maybe then he could finally understand how he made you feel.
But for some other reason, you’re opening the door and letting him into your warm apartment. You don’t even greet him, you lock the door behind him and walk towards the kitchen. And for once Iwaizumi recognizes your cues and doesn’t follow after you.
You return about 6 minutes later with two mugs in your hand, a hot chocolate for yourself and a tea for the man roaming about your living room.
“Thank you.” He flashes you a grateful look and sips the tea, letting it heat up his body.
You place your cup down and cross your arms over your chest. Your face is emotionless and your eyes tell him absolutely nothing.
“What are you doing here?”
Hajime flinches at your stern tone. You weren’t happy for obvious reasons and he can’t blame you.
“Surprise?” Iwa mumbles out, the tips of his ears shifting from pink to red out of embarrassment.
You threw him an unimpressed look, the answer was obvious. He was here to apologize but if he thought that showing up to your house uninvited was the miraculous cure, Hajime had a long way to go to earn your forgiveness.
“Don’t play with me right now. You never mentioned coming back to Japan for Christmas.”
The dark-haired boy shifts his weight from one foot to another. The intensity of your stare as you wait for his response causes the guilt to burn through every nerve, singeing off the ends and leaving him in a fit of fiery emotional pain. Hajime doesn’t know how to start. Should he start with an explanation, or an apology, or a plea for forgiveness?
You let out a frustrated sigh. Of course, you are met with silence.
“We aren’t doing this again. So you can leave, I’m sure your parents would be much happier to see you.”
“No!” It’s a loud objection, maybe even a little too loud. Iwaizumi clears his throat, trying to correct himself. “I mean, I need to stay. I have something to say.”
You tilt your head to the side in slight interest. Iwaizumi rarely raises his voice in your presence and for him to do it now means that he was serious. And that’s exactly what you want him to be. You want him to take part in the relationship, to do the only thing you’ve ever asked.
You want him to love you in the way you know he can.
“Say what you want to say and then I’ll decide if you can stay.” You declare.
Hajime finally meets your gaze, this is his only chance to fix the mess he created all over your heart.
“I thought of a million things I could say to you, you know better than anyone I’m not good with words so I practiced my apology but it didn’t feel right. So what I want to say first is, I’m sorry. Extremely sorry for everything I did and I don’t only mean the phone call because this goes beyond that. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t the first and last thought on my mind, for not treating you the way you deserve. I love you more than I can verbally express and the thought of losing you was-is destroying me inside. And honestly I could stand here and list all the reasons why everything went wrong but I know how much you hate excuses and beating around the bush. But, there is something I want to tell you about my behavior, about why I acted the way I did.”
Iwa pauses, feeling nervous. Expressing himself in such detail causes panic to settle in, his insecurities start to bubbling up to the surface. Yet, he continues on, he doesn’t need his worries to cause another disaster or deprive you of the apology you deserve.
“I’ve always wanted to be the type of boyfriend that you can depend on, that is strong enough to lift every obstacle in your way. Especially when you look at me like I can solve every problem even if it’s beyond my abilities, it's just such a sweet look and it makes my heart stop every single time. And one day I started to doubt why you look at me like that when I can’t even breathe without questioning myself. Why do I deserve to be loved by someone with such a pretty heart? And even if I felt all that, I didn’t want you to ever stop looking at me so sweetly. So, I tried so hard to be better for you, for me, for us, that I failed to see what I was doing to you until it was too late.”
Your gaze starts to soften as you look at him. Hajime didn’t have to be strong all the time for your sake, you love all parts of him. That love is what opened the door for him and let him in. That same love is what listening to him right now and wants to hear everything he has to say.
Your boyfriend starts rubbing the back of his neck. A very common habit of his.
He’s apologizing, you think to yourself.
As he continues his speech, the pain from the soul scars start to disappear. They no longer sting or burn. They start to heal and you wonder if the cure is someone else's treatment.
“And instead of listening to you, I insulted you. I can’t even repeat what I said because I don’t want you to ever hear those words from me again and I wish I never said them. I wish I could change the past but I can't. All I can do now is take responsibility and work for your forgiveness. So please let me. Let me be a better boyfriend, I wanna make up for everything I did. I want to show you that I love you more than anything. I want to show you that I’m sorry and I’ll apologize to you every day if that’s what it takes. If you asked me to get on my knees I would, If you told me to steal the sun I would. And I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”
Silence follows the heartfelt apology and as you take it all in, the words start to slip out of your mouth.
“You can stay.” You tell him.
Iwaizumi walks towards you, stopping once he’s close enough for you to hear his heartbeat. His arms around you in the next second, pulling you in for a hug. There’s slight hesitation in his grip like he’s afraid you’ll leave. But when your own arms circle around his waist and clutch onto the back of his shirt, he realizes you weren’t going anywhere.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Zumi. I love you because you’re you and that means I love every single version of you.” You mumble into his chest.
“I know. I was scared and sometimes I still am. Next time, I’ll talk to you about it.” He responds, hugging you tighter. “There are three more things I wanna tell you.”
You loosen your grip and lean your head back to look at him. Iwaizumi can practically see the question marks in your eyes and he has to resist the urge to kiss away the cute confusion.
“I didn’t only come here to apologize. I already planned to surprise you for Christmas. Also, the girl you kept seeing me with was helping me. We get free counseling at UC but it’s hard explaining myself in English. So, since she’s a psychology student that also speaks Japanese, she was helping translate.” Hajime admits, an apologetic smile on his lips.
You shut your eyes in guilt as you respond. You weren’t exactly saying the nicest things about the two of them when you were upset.
“You had me cussing you and that girl out in my mind every day. Oh my god, now I feel horrible. Why didn’t you just tell me, Haji?!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry” He apologizes once again. “And last thing.”
Iwa pulls out of the hug, opting to hold on to your left hand instead. He lifts your arm up, twirling you around.
“What are you doing?” You say between quiet giggles.
His voice when he speaks this time is soft and sweet, everything you want it to be.
“Admiring my very pretty girlfriend and her hair that I’m obsessed with. You look so good, baby.”
Hajime keeps twirling you around, showering you with all types of compliments until you’re dizzy from his words and the constant movement. At the same time, he uses his free hand to pull something out of his pocket before pulling you in close.
“I can’t even see straight right now. Everything is still spinning.” You tighten your grip on his hand to stabilize yourself. Even in the blurry haze, your eyes still land on your boyfriend’s flushed face. He lets go of your hand and covers your eyes with his palm.
“Well, now I can’t see at all.” You point out.
“I’m gonna take my hand off now but you have to keep your eyes closed.” Iwa instructs, slowly removing his hand.
“Okay… Wait. Is this a part of the apology? Are you trying to buy my forgiveness?”
“Just keep your eyes closed.” It’s a soft demand and you nod your head in understanding. You’ll entertain him for the time being.
And due to your lack of vision, your hearing is now heightened and you hear every little nervous exhale Iwaizumi lets out. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when cold metal brushes across your hand and onto your finger.
“You can open them now.”
Your eyes snap open and immediately you direct your line of sight downward. Your previously bare digit is now housing a new gold ring.
A very expensive gold Cartier ring. One with a pink diamond sitting in the middle.
You gasp in awe, eyes glued to the glittering jewelry. The gift giver scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction. He’s been planning this for the last 7 months and even if it didn’t go exactly to plan, he wants to at least please you.
“It’s a promise ring.” Iwaizumi uses his left hand to hold yours and that’s when you see it. On his ring finger sits the matching band. Tears begin to collect in your bottom lashes and his hands move up to your face, cradling your cheeks.
“Don’t cry, babe. I cost you enough tears, okay?” His thumbs swipe away the tears as they fall and you nod a frantic yes to let him know you’re listening. “It’s a promise that I will love you the way you deserve to be loved and prove I can be better until I can replace that ring and make you a new promise.”
“I’m trying not to cry but this is the sweetest and most expensive thing anyone has ever done for me. How did you afford this?” Even as you speak, tears still slide down your face and he still wipes away every single one.
“Don’t worry about that.” He dismisses your question. The cost was covered by extra shifts and side jobs. And a refund check. “Do you like it?” Hajime redirects the conversation, he knows you won’t stop asking unless you’re distracted by a new topic.
“I love it, I love it so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Your boyfriend reaches into his pocket for something else as you continue admiring your beautiful ring.
“You know I’ve always wanted to be a Cartier girl.” You tell him.
“I know, and haven’t you always wanted to do this too?” He uses the hand still on your face to tilt it upwards.
Mistletoe.
Iwaizumi is dangling a Mistletoe plant over the two of you.
A grin brighter than every single Christmas light settles on your face. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your face closer to his.
“Merry Christmas Eve.” He whispers.
“You’re really sneaky, you know that?” You whisper back. In response, Hajime only smiles before gently pressing his lips onto yours. He kisses you with such tenderness and care, that you melt into his embrace. He wants you to know you mean everything to him, that you’re his everything.
And now, you know it all. You know how he adores you, how he treasures you. So, you return it with your own message, one that speaks of your budding forgiveness and longing.
All of Iwaizumi’s attention is on the feeling of your soft lips on his, making him drop the mistletoe. When it hits you, you flinch at the sudden sensation.
“Sorry.” The dark-haired boy mumbles into the kiss.
“It’s okay.” You reassure him and your small laugh gets lost in between your lips.
“I love you. I love you so much.” He repeats over and over until you can feel the vibration of his vocal cords all over your body.
“I love you too.”
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a/n: hiii, sorry for like ghosting yall… i had so much shit going on (switching majors, health, etc) but since it’s summer imma try posting more consistently and i have a lot fics in the planning stages so look out for those 😋,, hopefully u enjoyed the very overdue 1st installment of the luvrs club
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❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT
cw: none, this is fluff
i add to this intermittently :)
♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.
— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),
♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.
— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)
♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.
— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), kakashi, giyuu (kny)
♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.
— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)
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iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((
iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(
iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(
“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”
he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.
he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.
iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum.
“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”
your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips.
“can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.
he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.
his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.
he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.
but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.
“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”
“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”
iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.
“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”
iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.
“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.
“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.
“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”
“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.
iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.
“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”
you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -
oh, fuck
iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!
the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!
“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”
iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.
you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((
“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”
“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”
“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.
“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”
iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.
“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”
you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.
“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”
“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”
“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”
iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.
“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”
“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”
and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him
iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”
iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.
“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”
(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)
#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer#iwaizumi hajime x reader#smut#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#iwaizumi x reader#hajime x reader#x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#x black!reader
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Boys who can’t sleep without your head laying his chest so every time he went abroad, he has to bring a weighted blanket to sleep easier but it still wasn’t the same :(
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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cockwarming iwaizumi on a business call,,, yea.
he’d be so annoying about it, too. yes, it was your idea, but you didn’t expect for him to treat you like you weren’t important :((
and you want to get pounded, absolutely ruined, but the only thing he was giving you were occasional taps to your clit paired with his slight movement inside you every once in a while.
most annoying man ever btw. it didn’t help that he kept muting the phone to reprimand you either.
“stay still. you wanted this, baby. now take it.”
mean ass.
“‘zumi… don’t be so mean t’me.”
iwa wanted nothing more than to fuck you deep, but he had business to finish first. ‘cause he’s always tryna be a working member of society n shit
eventually you just got impatient and rose up on his cock just to slam back down. he barely covered his guttural whine before the man on the other end noticed.
iwaizumi ended up gripping your waist tightly with one of his sizeable hands to keep you in place, while continuing to writing notes with the other.
he smirked into the crook of your neck, cause now you really had no where to move.
iwa just likes to be a lil sadist from time 2 time.
oh, and as soon as he gets off that phone?? he still doesn’t let you move, much to your dismay.
but now he’s free to degrade you and tell you how bad you were :((
“thought you were g’nna be a good girl f’me. you’re making me sad..”
in the end, iwa lets you cum, yea. but not on his dick. he adds some quick strokes to your clit, but only to shut you up.
after all, he still had business to finish.
he knows exactly how unsatisfying it is, but he thinks you deserve it. all you had to do was sit still >:(
#iwaizumi drabble#haikyuu#iwaizumi fanfic#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi x you#Iwaizumi x black!reader#haikyuu smut#iwaizumi scenarios#iwazumi x reader#iwazumi smut#iwazumi hajime#haikyuu x y/n#iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer#he’s always on my mind actually#my mf man.#i miss him :(#he’s rlly mean here but i love him
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hm. so I saw the line “being forced open” from knb and I just…………
he’s been working you open between his tongue and his fingers for almost 3 hours now and now that he’s decided to finally try and get you molded to his cock, your pussy wants to fight him.
The extra tight squeeze around his tip has his hips bucking, forcing his dick to rub through your folds, collecting up the excess slick and making you tremble beneath him. “C’mon baby, let me in.”
His thumb rolls over your clit in slow, precise circles, rubbing the nub beneath the pad of his thumb. Your walls don’t budge, and he lets out a grunt in dissatisfaction.
“I gotta,” He mumbles, holding your legs spread wide either side of him. “Gotta work a little harder. I know you can take me.”
It’s mumbled in between gravelly groans as he bullies his cock inside your wet pussy. His happy trail glistens with your slick coating it and that’s when he knows—you’ll take him no matter how long it takes to fit.
“This tight little cunt of yours didn’t wanna open up for me.” He moans, a hair’s breath away from your ear, pressing your knees against your chest with his bulky build. “Now you’re sucking me in,”
With every word, he forces another inch in, your brows knitting in the sting of him pushing in, but you pulsed and drooled so heavily on him, the sting is nothing compared to how full your chest feels when he fills you up. “Taking me so fuckin’ well too.”
You’re already crying, sniffling against the pillows by the time he holds your thighs apart and beats your pussy sore. He said he’d make it fit though. By any means necessary.
Toji, Ghost, Iwaizumi, Sukuna, Kento
#repost ヅ#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader smut#toji fushiguro x black reader smut#ryomen sukuna smut#ryomen sukuna x black reader smut#ryomen sukuna x reader smut#kento nanami smut#kento nanami x reader smut#kento nanami x black reader smut#hajime iwaizumi smut#hajime iwaizumi x reader smut#hajime iwaizumi x black reader smut#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader smut#— toji#— ghost#— hajime#— ryomen#— kento#— noriana's library ♡#— jujutsu kaisen#— haikyuu#haikyuu ♡
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The Sender #1
- ATSUMU MIYA, TETSURŌ KUROO, TŌRU OIKAWA, Issei Matsukawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, KENJI FUTAKUCHI, Rintarō Suna, Osamu Miya, GAO HAKUBA, SHŪGO MEIAN, Nicollas Romero, Tatsuto Sokolov
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—𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎
ft: bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kageyama tobio
synopsis: little drabbles of quirks/headcanons i think haikyuu boys have
content warnings: none.
notes from the author: wake up babe, new ughgojo post just dropped! not but srsly this is a repost from my other blog that i just revised lol i’m going to try n come out with better content in the future i kinda missed writing. likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated ofc.
#— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ
he talks in his sleep. it’s usually incoherent words or phrases you can’t make out most of the time. although one time you could make out a small ‘i love you’ from him and it made your heart melt. unconsciously grabs for you if you aren’t cuddling him when he’s sleep. and then quite literally bear hugs you. you stay in one position the entire night because you can’t move out of his grip sometimes.
#—IWAIZUMI HAJIME
sooooo attentive. especially attentive to things you’d think he wouldn’t care to remember. so if you rearranged something minor in your room? he’ll ask you about that. didn’t order your usual at a restaurant? he’s gonna question you. you find it very cute that he remembers such small details or literally pays so much attention to you. i also think he also does that thing where he has your restaurant order or your favorite things in the notes app of your contact. such a thoughtful man pls
#— ISSEI MATSUKAWA
he is a big fan of beyoncé like omg. so when he’s sure he’s all alone he’s definitely shirtless with some sweats on and is singing his life away to her songs in front of his mirror. hanamaki and oikawa caught him once singing to ‘kitty kat’ and got it on camera, he’s still clueless about it but they showed the video to iwaizumi and now they all have a hearty laugh whenever they see him. very confused about it but doesn’t question it.
#— MIYA OSAMU
cooks you food whenever you’re sad. didn’t really know how to comfort you when you first started dating so food would just randomly appear when you weren’t feeling the best. now it’s his love language. of course he had gotten better at comforting you but, he still makes food for you because you’ve grown to love it. having a bad day? he’ll run you a bath and once you’re out you have a hot home cooked meal in front of you along with osamu being your listening ear, letting you destress.
#— SUNA RINTAROU
does that thing where he flips his blanket to cover his feet completely. but when he does that the blanket also slides down so it stays at his shoulders since he’s so tall. so he has this ongoing battle between whether he wants his feet or shoulders to be out when he sleeps. so because of that, you got him a bigger blanket so he doesn’t have to choose and he literally thanks you for it every night.
#— KAGEYAMA TOBIO
it’s canon that he takes very good care of his hands so he gets mani pedis every other weekend. and if he isn’t able to go to the salon one day he’ll do an at home kit and it’s just as effective. it’s basically like a little spa day for him. basically cancels all of the plans he can for the day so he can treat himself to a day of doing self-care.
#— signed: haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x black reader#haikyuu fluff#bokuto x reader#bokuto fluff#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi fluff#matsukawa x reader#matsukawa fluff#osamu x reader#osamu fluff#suna x reader#suna fluff#kageyama x reader#kageyama fluff
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・❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 & 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 - 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢
ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.1𝙠 (𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮), 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧!𝙞𝙬𝙖 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪), 100% 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭 & 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚), 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 & 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩), 𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 '𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮' (𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚), 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙬𝙩𝙫, 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞
✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘸𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘫𝘪 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 & 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! ༄
You and Iwa were the life of the party girl and healthy life style boy duo. You had suggested going to the club with your friends, Oikawa also tagging along but Iwa chose to stay home. He hears knocking on the front door and goes to open it, being met with you and Oikawa's bright smiles.
"She's kinda-" Oikawa starts before you squeal, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Drunk? Yeah, I know." Iwa dead pans. He shoos his best friend away before he can suggest something dumb like going to Target at 3 am and locks the door behind him.
"Missed you so much, Haji." you purr, mischievous hands going underneath his shirt and feeling up his abs. Before he can reply, your lips are on his, giggling against his lips at the way he stumbles back. "Baby," he says against your lips but it falls on deaf ears as you continue kissing him. "Babe," he tries again but your hands are too busy trailing down to his pajama pants. Once he feels you beginning to tug them down, he wraps a hand around your neck, pulling away from you with narrowed eyes.
Of course it doesn't give him the reaction he intended to evoke, watching as you lick your lips as you eye him up and down. "Yes, daddy?" you giggle, not being able to keep your eyes off the way his muscles 'peek' through his tank top. "I'm not fucking you." You gasp dramatically at his words, practically feeling your heart crack into a million pieces. "But 'm so wet, Haji." you whine, rubbing your thighs together. "Gonna get you ready for bed so that you don't complain about it in the morning."
You let Iwa grab you by your hand, dragging you into the bathroom. He tells you to jump although it wasn't needed as his sits you on the countertop with ease. He slips off your heels and you can't help the warmth settling in your belly as he kneels to do so. You then watch as he grabs the products he sees you use to remove your makeup, having memorized your entire routine.
He takes your braids out of the half up, half down claw clip hairstyle you did and ties it loosely into a low ponytail and you feel all warm inside at the domesticity of it all. As he wipes off your makeup, you let your gaze linger on his lips, watching the way his tongue peeks out from time to time as he puts all his concentration into this simple task. He's too cute, you can't help but ask, "Can I have a kiss, Haji?" He would usually never deny you but your eyes clouded with lust tells him it'll be more than just a kiss.
"Just a kiss, baby?" You nod, scooting closer to the edge of the countertop. Of course he folds, leaning close so that you can press your lips against his. He tries to move back to continue getting you ready for bed but feels your legs wrapped around him. He doesn't process why he can't move for a second, giving you the opportunity to pull him closer and kiss him more eagerly than before. He groans into your mouth as you tug him closer by his shirt, feeling the way you nip at his lower lip. He pulls away eventually, smiling at the way you pout as you fail to chase his lips.
"Tired." you mumble, looking at Iwa with faux sad eyes. "Brush then bed." he tells you, letting you get off the counter. He places a kiss on your forehead before exiting the bathroom, letting you brush your teeth. Once you're done, you slip off your dress, leaving it on the ground out of laziness before dragging your feet over to your shared bedroom. Your horny feelings have yet to go away and you are determined to do something about it. Not with your abandoned rose toy you only use when Iwa goes on long trips, helping you to an orgasm over the phone.
Right now you need literally any part of his body and just needed some way to convince him. Iwa watches as you walk in, only covered by your bra that you wanted off immediately and the matching black thong you wore for your outing. You've sobered up a bit, reduced to tipsiness which is honestly the state where your horniness peaks. He approaches you, hands settling on your waist before trailing to your back to undo your bra.
You were making Iwa just as horny as you were with the way you were trailing kisses down his neck as he took off your bra but he had to stay strong for your sake. "You gotta drink wate-" you cut him off with a kiss, pushing him back until the backs of his legs hit the bed. His arms move behind him to catch his fall as you push him back, straddling him. "'m still horny." you pout, leaning down to kiss his awaiting lips.
He has to think quickly because knowing you, you'll find a way to be bouncing on his dick in the next 5 seconds. "Okay, baby, I have a proposal." You sit up on top of him, keeping your hands on his abs. Once he's sure you're listening, he speaks again. "I'll make you cum- wait!" he exclaims as you reach down his pants. "With my tongue. Then you go to sleep. Or, you don't get to cum at all and still have to go to sleep." You pout at the idea of not being filled up but it seems you'll have to settle.
"Want your tongue." you decide and in an instant he's flipping you around, spreading your legs as you lay on the bed. He watches your tits as your chest rises as you breathe before sliding your panties down, a string of your arousal connecting the fabric to your pussy. He throws it to the side, his arms going underneath your legs and wrapping around them before suddenly bringing you forward.
He grips the flesh of your thighs, nipping at your brown skin. You whine quietly, bucking your hips up as your impatience grows until you feel his tongue on you. You mewl as he licks a long stripe from your quivering hole to your swollen clit. He wraps his lips around the pearl, giving it a harsh suck and causing your back to arch up from the bed. "Haji!" you moan out, hands flying to his dark hair. You don't know if you're pushing him away or pulling him in but either way, the pleasure was too much.
"Sorry, baby, just teasing." he chuckles against you to which you shudder at. He licks your clit with a steady pace, reaching an arm up to grab at your tit and pinch your nipple. You hold onto his arm, whimpering softly as he occasionally lightly sucks on your pearl that twitches with pleasure. You're dripping at this point and he can't let it go to waste, lapping up all of your slick and groaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around nothing.
"Does that feel good, baby?" he coos, using his other hand as he prods at your quivering hole. He's looking up at you as you nod, watching the way your head falls back against the mattress as he plunges 2 fingers into your cunt. He's trying not to let this moment get the best of him, his dick already aching in his boxers, but he made a promise and is adamant on keeping it. "Play with your tits, mama." he tells you, his fingers leaving your nipple to reach down to his own pants. You move your hands to your own tits, pinching and tweakin at your brown nipples the way Iwa would. He groans lowly into your cunt as he licks your clit once more, freeing his cock from it's confines and pumping it at the same pace he pumps his fingers inside you.
The pleasure he's giving himself shows in the way he eats your pussy, his fingers curving right into that spot you love so much. He gives you another harsh suck and you squeal at the pleasure, your thighs trapping him. He nips at your right inner thigh and you mumble out a cute 'sorry, haji', not realizing the way it made his cock weep precum. The only reason he made you spread your legs again was because he'd have to be able to breathe in order to continue licking your cute pussy.
Your thighs tremble as he fucks you on his fingers, thumbing at the head of his cock and using his pre as lubricant to stroke himself even faster. He feels like he's back in high school with how close he is already from his own hand and it's all due to the goddess he has above him. His mouth parts from your cunt as he lifts his head, looking at the way you play with your pretty tits as you moan. Your eyes open as you catch him staring at you with adoration and you feel a sense of need build up inside you again.
"Please kiss me, Haji." you whimper, beckoning him over with your hands. In just a moment, he's hovering over you, his fingers still pistoning in and out of your dripping pussy as he leans down to capture your lips with his. You groan deep in your chest as you taste yourself on his tongue, suckling on the pink muscle. He pulls away to latch his warm mouth on your hardened nipple, sucking so much into his mouth that you can't even see your areola.
You tug at his hair as you feel teeth on your nipple, whimpering his name. He gives your nipple one last suck before moving back to your lips as he fucks his fingers into you faster. You can't even kiss back anymore, reduced to moaning against his lips as he takes control over the kiss. His hand is still on his dick, stroking it hard with a tight fist, imagining your tight cunt being the one wrapped around it. It's not hard with the wet sensation around his fingers, your arousal only soaking his digits and making them prune.
"You coming, mama?" he asks against your lips and you nod, eyes shut tightly as your mouth opens in a silent cry. Iwa kisses the side of your mouth as he talks you through your orgasm. "Cum on my fingers, baby, that's it. Y'look so pretty when you're fucking coming." he begins to babble as he begins to reach his own orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want my cum?" he asks you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he holds back from coming all over the sheets.
"My mouth, daddy." you breathe out, out of breath from your orgasm. He moves to sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting you crawl towards him. As soon as he feels your mouth on his tip, he's bucking his hips up, chasing after his orgasm once more. "You're gonna take it so good, right baby?" he moans out and you can barely nod as his dick hits the back of your throat. "Gonna cum, mama. Gonna cum down that fucking throat." he groans as he grips the sheets below him, fucking your throat. Your eyes widen as he shoots his cum into your mouth, thrusting up slowly now as he feels each spurt come out of his cock. "Swallow my cum, baby. Don't be messy." he tells you as he thrusts into your mouth. "So pretty when you suck my dick." he sighs, letting you off his cock after you've swallowed his cum.
You both share a moment of silence as you catch your breath. You lay down beside Iwa and hug his muscular forearm to your chest. He wants to shut his eyes right beside you but has to clean up the sticky mess on your bodies. He let's you sleep anyway, replacing his arm with a comforter momentarily as he settles for using the baby wipes on your night stand. He wipes between your thighs before placing a kiss on your pussy, laughing at the way your legs shut instantly. He then grabs your silk scarf from underneath a pillow, lifting your head up for .5 seconds as he wraps it around your head, protecting your hairstyle. You'll just have to sleep completely naked tonight, being covered by nothing but Iwa's limbs and a heated blanket.
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩
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╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses
ft post-time skip haikyuu men
synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.
cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.
includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata
notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)
tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf
sugawara k. ♡
— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.
— but he wasn’t.
— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.
— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.
— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.
“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”
you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.
your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.
“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”
“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”
sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”
your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.
pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.
it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.
sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.
“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”
sawamura d. ♡
— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.
— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.
— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.
— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.
— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.
— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.
— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.
“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.
all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.
he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.
neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.
“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.
you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.
“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”
seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?
he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.
semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.
against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.
there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.
“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”
iwaizumi h. ♡
— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!
— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.
— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.
— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.
— that is the issue.
— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.
— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.
“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.
his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.
“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.
“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.
he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.
“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”
iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.
it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.
your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.
when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.
“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”
hinata s. ♡
— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.
— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?
— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?
— top him and top him now.
��� the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.
— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.
— he wants it, he wants it bad.
“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.
hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.
“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.
he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”
hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.
the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”
you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.
“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.
“you better make a mess on it princess.”
i can explain … 🧍🏽♀️but I will not
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MISTER OBLIVIOUS, EYES ON HIM
what's it? general
allergen warning/s? n/a
sugar level? 0.4k
name for the orders? sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, ojiro aran, sawamura daichi, iwaizumi hajime
regulars? @tahonet @hanayanetwork
bon appetit!
he's absolutely oblivious to how attractive how he is, how he manages to charm people around him without putting any effort in it at all and it's irritating and agitating to people around the world who are trying their best to woo the girl next door, only to fail.
whenever he enters a room, all eyes immediately shift towards him, someone who's dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. he carries himself with a quiet confidence, not cockiness, but confidence. if you look hard enough, you may even spot some people who's jaws have dropped at the angel-like beauty of the man who just entered the room so nonchalantly, like he didn't cast a spell on ninety nine percent of the people seated there.
beating fast was the heart of the person who managed to get lucky enough to sit next to him, something some people found themselves jealous of and they knew it was weird and immature of them because they do not know who this man is and there's a very big chance they'll never see them again - and you can bet that they are very upset about this fact - yet they can't help themselves. they are unable to shake this envious feeling off.
he looked even better in person when you can see the finer details of his face. it wasn't clear, yet the old acne scars that one could only assume was from his teenage years, the superficial wrinkes, the pores, the facial texture only added to his beauty. eyes were pretty, not only one single shade of color, though of course there was one that's dominant. from up close, you can see different hues specks designed across his irises, as if it was a project by a gods, perfected and specially made to grace the people of this earth. his hair laid perfectly on top of his head. although there were a couple of fly aways, it suit him. it made him look better and maybe that's a concept difficult to grasp for some people, but that's because they haven't had the blessing that is to see this man looks like a god amongst mortals.
you pity them.
a hand raised to brush a stray strand of hair from his visage and the person next to him couldn't help but swallow and look away, yet that didn't last very long. the temptation to look at this man again was so intense it was almost painful.
yet he doesn't know this
several people have tried to tell him this, friends, teammates, and fans alike, but he never really believed them. not wholeheartedly, anyway.
instead, he continues to be mister oblivious with eyes on him.
SAKUSA, akaashi, OJIRO, SAWAMURA, iwaizumi
i get: reblog
you get: strawberry pocky
#order of the day!#order up for sakusa!#order up for akaashi!#order up for ojiro!#order up for sawamura!#order up for iwaizumi!#one black sesame mochi#with a side of peach italian ice#sakusa x reader#sakusa#sakusa one shot#akaashi#akaashi x reader#akaashi one shot#ojiro aran#ojiro aran x reader#ojiro aran one shot#daichi#daichi x reader#daichi one shot#iwaizumi#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi one shot
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I love you, all of you
Premise: just some comfort for OCD/intrusive thoughts/anxious thoughts :)
Warnings: intrusive thoughts, talk of obsessions/compulsions, anxious thoughts/feelings, a little angst but your favorite male character is here to make the bad times just a little bit better :)
Character: None! I left ones I think fit this the best at the bottom, but you can insert literally any male character into this fic. I do refer to whoever 'he' is as your husband.
You stopped moving. Your hand froze mid-air as your heart rate picked up speed and your senses began to dull. All you could see was the cup you had placed in the open cupboard. All you could hear was the pounding of your pulse in your ears. It wasn’t right. That cup, its placement, it’s off. It needs to move. Right now.
You take a deep breath. You know what’s happening, it’s the same thing that’s been happening for years now- as long as you can remember. ‘It’s just an intrusive thought…it doesn’t mean anything..it’s just a stupid cup..’ you took another deep breath and closed the cupboard, turning on your heel to walk away-
And you froze again.
In a fit of frustration and fear you turned again, opened the cabinet door and moved the cup to switch places with another cup.
The feeling faded, you closed the cabinet door and turned around. The feeling was gone, the anxiety was gone, and you felt your senses go back to normal. No longer feeling the hair sticking up on the back of your neck, or your shoulders tense.
But the frustration lingered.
‘It’s just a cup…moving it doesn’t even do anything! Why can’t I ignore it? Why can’t I just be like everybody else..?’ You shakily sighed as you turned once again to leave the kitchen flinching when you noticed your husband standing in the archway.
“...Intrusive thought?” You shook your head, “...compulsion too.” He slowly nodded, walking over to the kettle to start the hot water so he could make you a cup of tea; something to recenter yourself and calm your nerves.
“The cups again?” His tone was understanding- not full of pity or false understanding. It was genuine, normal. He didn’t treat you like a freak, like some not-right, abnormal thing that couldn’t even control its own thoughts-
You huffed a short laugh, “yeah…the cups..again.”
Your husband knew all about your OCD, probably more than anyone else on this earth ever would. He knew what you went through every day; with the intrusive thoughts, the obsessions, the compulsions. The feelings of inferiority and inadequacy. The inevitable feelings of dread of knowing it will never go away- it’ll be there forever.
He knew, and he wanted to help in anyway he could. He wanted nothing more than to make the thoughts go away, to make the pain fade and scars heal. But he knew that he couldn’t. He could, however, comfort you and be there to listen whenever you needed it.
He knew he couldn’t fix it but he didn’t need to. He loved you; all of you. He loved you for your little ‘quirks’, habits and rituals.
He loved you through all of the pain and all of the sleepless nights- Nights where he would wake up to you sitting up in bed, staring out the window trying to erase the thoughts from your mind, simultaneously wanting to sleep and being terrified of it.
He loved all of you, and if all he could do was hold you close, be your rock- your anchor to peace and quiet. That’s exactly what he was going to do. You didn’t have to explain yourself to him, to justify why exactly you had to count every time you went up/down the stairs, or wash your hands a certain amount of times or the plethora of other things your mental illness made you do.
Because he loves all of you, and over his dead body will he ever let you forget that.
Washio, Kita, Omimi, iwaizumi, Aone, Kuroo, Sakusa, Tomioka, Tengen, Himejima, Sanemi, Muto, Mitsuya, Inui, Kokonoi, kakucho, Nozel, Fuegoleon, Marx, Zora, noritoshi, nanami, yuta
Zap here, I wrote this because I suffer from OCD and lately have been having a rough time mentally. I wrote this in hopes of helping my fellow simps who go through OCD as well. I actually wasn't going to post it because I really just wrote it for myself LOL. But if this can be of some comfort to someone else, I want it to! Put in your favorite volleyball pro, demon slayer, delinquent, curse exorciser, WHOEVER. OCD sucks, so lets hope to it sucking just a little bit less.
#haikyuu x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyorev x reader#demon slayer x reader#black clover x reader#washio x reader#kita x reader#omimi x reader#iwaizumi x reader#aone x reader#kuroo x reader#sakusa x reader#tomioka x reader#tengen x reader#himejima x reader#sanemi x reader#muto x reader#mitsuya x reader#inui x reader#kokonoi x reader#kakucho x reader#nozel x reader#fuegoleon x reader#marx francois x reader#zora x reader#ocd#tw ocd#tw intrusive thoughts#tw anxiety#jjk x reader
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what i write/future masterlist
harry potter (marauders era)
harry potter (golden trio era)
haikyuu
voltron legendary defenders (dead but imma bring it back y'all)
she ra (2018)
sherlock bbc
marvel (any)
atsv
oc x oc
ill add more as they come to me
also please!! send me requests i LOVE doing those- ill post a prompt list very soon
SIDENOTE: since it's ramadan right now I'm not going to be posting any writing until it's over, however please send in requests and i'll post them asap- it'll be helpful for me to know your user so i can tag you as soon as i post it! feel free to send up to 5
#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#harry potter#marauders era#atsv#spiderman atsv#iwaizumi x reader#sirius black x reader#sirius black x reader fluff#evan rosier x y/n#writeblr#writers on tumblr#tumblr writing community#oc development#across the spiderverse#artists on tumblr
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monster iwa…. is rewiring my brain chemistry
oh sem. my queen, you have awakened my little godzilla/mothra = iwaizumi/reader heart. i will now enter a feral unhinged state - i take no responsibility for what is about to happen.
tw: hybrids, monsterfucking, breeding mention, size kink, “just the tip”. minors/ageless blogs dni
godzilla type hybrid!iwa, a monster man with these huge muscular, gray-scaled arms and claws, sharp teeth, a long, heavy tail and back spines. still with that handsome face, a head of dark-brown hair and cold green-grey eyes that bore down on you. he’s so big
has a downright possessive love for his queen - a good-hearted little thing - mostly human but with fuzzy hair, bright eyes and precious moth wings.
he groans and curses and roars - a grumpy protector - but alway simmers down into a loud, comforting purr when he wraps his tail and huge body around you.
he doesn’t quite get what your chirps and cries are about while his slippery, long, blue tongue penetrates you but he doesn’t mind too much.
“have to prep you, little lady. st’p trying to close yer legs! i’m not gonna hurt my lovely queen. just gonna eat you up…”
and he does. :(
eats your fat little pussy like a man starved - huge claws breaking into the nest he’s made below you so they don’t tear into your thick thighs instead.
monster!iwa has no technique, he doesn’t need any. :(
has a tongue so long it slobbers on your clit while reaching deep, deep inside your walls.
a constant squelchsquelchsquelch and unceasing suckling noises echo around as he only takes breaks to say “sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” “that’s m’ goddess - stretch nice and wide…” before spitting on the overstimulated bundle of nerves and starting again.
you must’ve cum four times by the time he stops, wings, antennae and body twitching and twittering barely able to make a coherent noise - pussy lips still convulsing after minutes on end.
monster!iwa is so big you can feel him deep, deep in your tummy when he thrusts his cock in.
promises to start with the tip but your gummy walls are so addictive, so sweet and drippy around his bulbous tip that he can’t resist and lets out a choked roar as he bottoms out inside you.
*sniffle* trying to grip the hardened scales on his shoulders. :((
trying to kick or fly or do something, anything to get the pressure out because it’s so fat inside you but you’re immobilized - by his weight on top of you, his tail wrapping behind you - pulling you into him
his monstrous, long tongue delving inside your mouth forcing you to suck on the slippery muscle as your pussy sucks in his cock ☹️
the obscene sounds your little cunt makes reverberate around the room, mingling with high-pitched whines and breathless moans
“that’s my pretty little moth. my cute little queen.” he smirks, practically able to see the thoughts leave your brain; there’s nothing but him, him, him
and fuck, you’re so small. so delicate. chubby and soft with the most beautiful wing and eyes. gone is your usual bubbly smile - just your perfect lips letting out tiny gasps.
he growls like an animal when you mutter, barely coherent.
“look ‘t me. look ‘t your king - open your eyes and say it louder.”
and so you do, because he’s the king of the monsters and he’s filling you too well for you to disobey.
“wan’ your eggs hajime, pleaseeee - wan’ your babies!”
and he bares his sharp teeth with a vicious smirk at the thought of you heavy with his hybrid heir, breasts milky and full - your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️
of your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️
oh, he’s addicted.
#queen sem😩😩😩#I am the world’s biggest godzilla fan he was made for me.#also check out my post about kaiju no 8 for more monster!iwa#monster!iwa#tw monsterfucking#tw hybrids#hajime x reader#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi hajime x reader#smut#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer#mothzilla#kirby’s asks🌸#x plus size reader#x chubby reader#x black!reader
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𝐀𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 // 𝐀 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - Closed!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BREAKING NEWS! : After years of disappearing from the public’s eyes, our mayor had finally chosen to reveal herself on Valentine’s day, not only that, she has decided to host an event. Here’re now some words from our mayor.
Hello to all citizens and visitors of the purple city. I, the mayor have decided to host a Valentine event for this wonderful day where everyone can join! (Just go off anon)
The only fandom I’m accepting is Haikyuu.
To join this event, all you need to is to give me the name of your match and a song (preferably a romantic one) and I will give you an aesthetic and a drabble of what I would think your date will look like!
One person is only allowed to enter one time.
This is an fluff only event, no angst or smut!
Still don’t know what the limit is so…just keep asking then I’ll stop whenever I feel like it-
THE EVENT IS NOW CLOSED!
Masterlist
#all’s fair in love#lumi:post!#hq#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x male reader#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu x black reader#ushijima x reader#iwaizumi x reader#oikawa x reader#kuroo x reader#kageyama x reader#hinata x reader#kenma x reader#osamu x reader#atsumu x reader#daichi x reader#suna x reader#bokuto x reader#akaashi x reader
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🏐HAIKYUU MASTERLIST🏐
KARASUNO
Hinata Shoyo
•feat Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi pt1, pt2
Kageyama Tobio
Daichi Sawamura
Koshi Sugawara
Azumane Asahi
Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Nishinoya Yuu
Yamaguchi Tadashi
Tsukishima Kei
Seijoh
Oikawa Tooru
Iwaizumi Hajime
Matsukawa Issei
Hanamaki Takahiro
Nekoma
Kuroo Tetsuro
Kenma Kozume
Morisuke Yaku
Haiba Lev
Yamamoto Taketora
Fukurodani
Bokuto Koutarou
•feat Hinata Shoyo, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi pt1, pt2
Akaashi Keiji
Shiratorizawa
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Tendou Satori
Semi Eita
Goshiki Tsutomu
Yamagata Hayato
Shirabu Kenjiro
Inarizaki
Kita Shinsuke
Aran Ojiro
Suna Rintaro
Miya Osamu
Miya Atsumu
•feat Shoyo Hinata, Bokuto Koutarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi pt1, pt2
Itachiyama
Sakusa Kiyoomi
•feat Hinata Shoyo, Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Koutarou pt1, pt2
Komori Motoya
Kamomedai
Hoshiumi Kourai
Hirugami Sachiro
MSBY BLACK JACKALS
Meian Shugo
SCHWEIDEN ADLERS
Hirugami Fukuro
Romero Nicollas
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu work#haikyuu masterlist#hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio#karasuno#haikyuu miya atsumu#miya osamu#inarizaki#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#nekoma#kuroo testuro#shiratorizawa#fukurodani#schweiden adlers#msby black jackal
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