He is that type of boyfriend who would be begging you with his raspy voice to come to bed with him. When you would finally gave in and come into bed with him, he would wrap his arms around you. You would feel the warmth of his breath and the softness of his lips on your neck while he would faintly whisper in your ear "I love you, now go to sleep sweetheart" you would mumble that you aren't sleepy. he'd begin to sing into your ear and make circles on your back until you slowly fall asleep.

-> ushijima, IWAIZUMI, OSAMU, matsukawa, KITA, DAICHI, yamaguchi, HINATA, akaashi, KUROO.

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gn!reader | established relationship, reader teasing hajime, just some fluff in bed :-)

iwaizumi wishes the effect you had on him wasn’t so maddeningly obvious.

it would have been one thing if only he knew, or if everyone but you knew—he could deal with the knowing looks and playful nudges from his friends every time he mentioned your name in passing. but unfortunately for him, you were just as aware as the rest of the world that iwaizumi hajime had a soft spot for you and only you.

this was true from the moment you met and he stuttered while introducing himself, to the first date where he let the door slam his fingers at the sound of your laugh, to right now as he forced himself not to look at your pleading face. he knew—the both of you knew if he did, there was only one possible outcome.

“hajime.” your voice calls from the other side of the bed.

hajime tenses slightly before replying with as level a voice as he can muster, “babe.”

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color theory | iwaizumi hajime

the flutter feelings never go away; 

iwaizumi dabbles into color theory —specifically, the color theory he’s created solely for you.

◌ wc: 1.1k

◌ summary: iwaizumi decides his favourite colour on you.

◌ warnings: implied fem!reader, spoilers for time-skip (ish), self-conscious reader!! But not to the point of being insecure!! iwaizumi all in his lovey feelings!!!, mildly suggestive?? tbh might need to squint

◌ a/n: iwaizumi r&b agenda!!! i firmly believe he listens to either alt/r&b or band music during night drives!!! this is also part of the anthology series i have for iwa :’) takes place post time-skip! and way after the other drabble i wrote, after hours

“Which one?” you step out of the bathroom holding up two dresses —one, champagne and satin, and the other, moss green made of silk.

He looks up from his phone and carefully examines both. Leaning forward and uncrossing his legs, he readjusts himself on the armchair. Champagne is your favourite colour, he thinks, and his tie is black, so really, any colour combination goes. But there’s just something about it —something about that moss green silk that fuels the pumping in his veins, something that makes his brows furrow in deep thought before nodding his head over to its direction, “Green.”

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after hours | iwaizumi hajime

love is in the silent, unspoken gestures that speak louder than words;

in the quiet, iwaizumi loves loudly.

◌ wc: 974

◌ summary: soft iwa :’) kind of best friends to lovers? just a snippet of life really

◌ warnings: talks about white day, so am assuming it’s afab!reader(?) but no pronouns are mentioned besides he/him for iwaizumi, lots of smiling (even i was smiling the entire time i was writing this)

◌ a/n: timeline of this is kinda ambiguous but def after high school. this is part of a kind-of-anthology-but-not-really-cos-there’s-a-timeline series of iwaizumi and reader that i may or may not post here and there hehe

It is 3:23 PM when Iwaizumi peeks over your shoulder, muscles –trapezius, as you’ve learned from him– tense as you’re bent over rows of text on your dimly lit screen. He has no problems calling you out for spending too much time on a 3,000-word document that, in hindsight, never really needed that much research to begin with. But here you are, done and upset with the realization that he’s right and you’ve wasted precious, valuable time. 

“I told you it wasn’t worth that much—“

You shush him and grumble, “Yes, I know, Hajime.”

A thump sounds as your forehead meets the table. 

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the unsung hero of the game and the reason why we have it in the first place, kuroo tetsurō, who has been working on it for a year!

plus iwaizumi being brought back from birtwistle uni as trainer but becoming damage control instead and parenting a bunch of almost-30 adults:

mornings with boyfriend hajime💗

in your shared apartment with lots of windows, you both find yourself off for the day and sleep in- or at least it was your intention to. you spent all of the prior night watching horror movies in bed, holding hands and eventually falling asleep on eachother. it was a blissful sleep , but hajime always found it that way when he slept with you. it was like your presence just served to release stress from his body, and he always felt like a new man when he woke.

this sun kissed morning was no different, as he rose with the sun to see your peaceful face against a pillow. a shirt, his shirt, had ridden up your thighs slightly and it only added to how sweet you looked. a calloused hand came up to brush some hair from your face, and your boyfriend couldn’t help but smile into the morning air at how perfect you could possibly be. the birds outside and the warm sunlight encasing you both gave him a true feeling of peace.

hajime wastes almost no time in putting on some proper pants and getting out of bed silently, cautious of your precious, sleeping form in the bed. he cleans up, never tiring of seeing your toothbrush in the same cup as his, your skincare next to his lotions and every other piece of proof that you were in his space- infesting and growing into every aspect of his life. the brunette thought he would start up breakfast, opening the curtains in the kitchen and relishing in the light once more before tying up an apron.

he did his best to be quiet as before, but of course the pots and pans had minds of their own. shortly, you stirred and groaned at the loss of your lover next to you. you stretched a bit, a sigh falling from your lips as you made your way to the source of noise, your very own dennis the menace, in your kitchen. you nearly passed a comment, but the sight before you was far too hypnotic.

hajime’s built, tanned back caught the sunlight perfectly. his freckled skin nearly glistened, muscles beneath it flexing as he moved his arms. his hair was absolutely ruffled, sticking up in different directions and almost seeming golden in the morning light that so graciously beamed through your windows. the plaid pants he wore hung lowly on his hips, holding him the same way you do as you sleep- and to say he looked perfect standing behind the stove was an atrocious understatement.

you snuck up behind him, careful to make no sound. you wound your arms around his waist, and as you placed a kiss on his spine he smiled into the pan. turning off the stove, his larger hands encased yours to place a firm kiss on your knuckles. those same hands make quick, easy work of picking you up, locking your legs around him as he held you up by your thighs. hajime took note of the softness of your lips, the sparkle in your eyes and god , your smile. your smile made it hard for him to breathe.

“morning, troublemaker,” he hums into your forehead, gifting you another kiss. you giggle, eyelashes tickling his chin as you hum back affectionately. he sets you down on the counter, the cold marble making you yelp but swiftly fading away as your boyfriend rubbed loving circles on your thighs with his thumb. his green eyes caught the sun, shining and making the inhuman blowing of his pupils obvious. “you could’ve stayed with me , in bed,haji.” you hum, your hands around his neck now as you rub the back of it- where a small tattoo of your birth flower resided.

he kisses your jaw, “i know, sweetheart,’m sorry. you know i can’t be still for that long, would’a woken you,” he mumbles, pressing many, many more kisses to your neck and jaw. truthfully. you could tell he was paying no attention to what you were saying. you hold his face in your hands, bumping his nose with yours, “hey,” he whispers, eyes searching yours. his hands caged your hips as he leaned against the counter, you could feel his body heat nearly creeping onto your own skin. everything about hajime was absolutely intoxicating.

“baby,” he breathes. it’s almost a sigh, nearing a whine and if you squinted- a dreamy whisper. you know what he wants, hajime is far too greedy in that regard. so you kiss him, lips meshing with his as his hands hold your hips as if he wanted to make hand prints into your skin.

mornings with you felt like the beginning of a fairytale to iwaizumi hajime.

HOLDING OUT YOUR HAND

gn!reader x kuroo, atsumu, hinata, bokuto, iwaizumi | !!! LITTOL HQ COMEBACK !! EVERYBODY CHEER FOR ME!!! PLEAS!@

KUROO doesn't hesitate before saying "hey, babe," then high-fiving you, and continuing to walk past. he doesn't question anything until you laugh softly. the sound makes him whip his head back around. "what?" "huh? nothing." tetsuro hums before walking over to your spot on the couch. "you laughed at nothing?" "yeah. why?" he only hesitates for a second before deciding to lie on top of you. "ow, fuck—" "was i supposed to do something else?" "tetsu—" you groan and hit his back, but can't stop the laugh that escapes. "there was no wrong answer. i just wanted to see what you'd do." tetsuro sighs, and suddenly raises himself to hover over you. "well, that's a relief. did you want anything from the kitchen?"

ATSUMU's, for some reason, first guess is "do you want money?" "what?" you snort. "you think i'd just ask you for cash like that?" he makes some kind of unsure noise and gestures with his hands, trying to come up with a defense. "i dunno! i mean, no, but that's why i was confused!" he whines and you shake your head. "i don't want money, 'tsumu." "what'd ya want then?" "nothing in particular. saw someone's boyfriend hold their hand, and i wanted to see what you'd do" you explain. "oh." he blinks. you watch him stare at your hand before reaching to hold it. "i can do that, too. without tricks, either."

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Fluffy headcanons | Lazy mornings with Nanami Kento

• in the morning, Nanami's voice sounds rough with sleep
• you like to interlace your fingers together and cuddle Nanami's arm to your chest
• in the beginning, he's stunned by your overt display of affection
• but every time you act affectionate, his heart melts a little
• he respects you for genuinely caring about your students
• knows exactly how to get you out of your spiral downward when you lose sleep because you worry about your students
• doesn't let your mind get clouded with regret and guilt
• "The reality of this job is that you save whoever you can; you can't afford to worry about the thousands of people you can't save."
• sleeping with Nanami next to you is easily some of the best sleep you've gotten in your entire life
• he's reliable and feels like a safe place, where you can finally let your guard down and just let yourself be vulnerable
• whenever you get too worked up and shortly before a panic attack he reaches for your hand and squeezes it tightly in his own, "now squeeze back"
• "Focus on your breathing. Count down from ten and breathe with me."
• teaches you breathing techniques to help you relax
• he stays up longer than you to make sure you're sound asleep, to listen to your even breathing, and watch your chest rise and fall with each slow breath
• loves it when you initiate a kiss; he keeps his eyes open to watch your long eyelashes dance across your cheeks as your eyes close, right up until he starts to feel soft strands of your hair tickle his cheeks, and then your lips are on his
• if it was just a brief kiss, he would wrap a firm hand around the nape of your neck and bring you down for a proper, gentle kiss, making your head spin
• he isn't the type to cuddle but every time you turn your head to look at Nanami, you find him staring at you quite fondly, his brown eyes a little glazed over
• when he decides to indulge himself a little, he pulls you close so that your head rests on his shoulder, his fingers tangle in the baby hairs on your neck and he drags your face closer to his chest with a firm grip on your nape, inviting you to burrow your face into his sternum
• Nanami can feel your hot puffs of breath tickling his chest through his nightshirt, and his hand that was previously at your nape comes down to grip you securely around your waist
• you feel your body relax deeply into the touch, and just hold unto him
• Nanami always wakes up first, with your head pillowed on his chest and a small pool of drool forming on his pectoral where you lay
• absentmindedly playing with a couple of strands of your hair
• you always sleep well and wake up well-rested with Nanami's warm body wrapped around you
• combs his hand lazily through your hair while he reads
• he enjoys watching you struggle to rouse, sleep clings to you resolutely
• you wake slowly, rubbing sleep out of your eyes and a long yawn stretches your mouth wide
• he thinks you resemble a cat when you stretch long and languid beside him
• Nanami's eyes roam, taking it all in
• he feels privileged to be able to see this sleepy and unguarded version of you

Touch

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: slipped/herniated disc, sciatic pain, back pain, reader teary, massage, cuddling.

A/N: as someone with a herniated disc and sciatica I can confirm that winter months wreak havoc on my back.

Summary: Winter mornings suck...

Winters usually meant hot chocolate and fireplaces, snuggling up with Iwaizumi and snowball fights. Dark mornings and even darker evenings, frozen feet and icy car windows.

But for you winters meant almost constant pain.

Waking up in the morning stiff, the cold making your muscles spasm and seize even when you had worn a heat pack or used your electric blanket. The sharp pain tugging at your nerves and zapping down your legs, you gently rolled onto your back and slowly started moving yourself around. Doing the gentle stretches you were accustomed to and breathing deeply when a the stretch pulled your quads a little too much, you sighed when you felt Iwaizumi's hand halting your movements.

"'S ok, doll. Roll over f'me."

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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ nanami with a short reader headcanons

nanami kento x fem! short reader ୨୧ ꒰ mentions nsfw content in here…mdni ꒱ not betad read, pet-names, a lot of fluff

• pls comment + like + reblog; i would rlly appreciate it (๑˘︶˘๑)

nanami sleeps on you

• it’s so cute because you are like his little pillow. 
• the day was rough for him, his job wanting more time from him and the work more stressful causing him to have a headache and just ache his limbs from the constant sitting and typing. 
• you gave him so medicine, cooked him a delicious dinner and ordered him to go take a shower and sleep. he mattered so much to you. 
• “i will take a shower now just, let me close my eyes for a second.” his voice was soft and rough. you were sitting beside him, his big hands wrapped around your tiny ones as you looked at his face. 
• his attention and awake went out the window and instead were replaced by tiny snores and breaths. he was sleeping.
• “aww poor baby.” you felt so bad for him. he always looked so tired. 
• the next thing he did was so adorable you wanted to cuddle with him and carry him to bed yourself. 
• you were so tiny compared to him in height. siting next to him you realized the height difference. 
• his face looked so relaxed as he started drooping down your side. 
• you tried to catch him but instead his head plopped on your shoulder. 
• yes he may have been heavy but you could handle it. you needed to because you didn’t want to disturb him. 
• his head was much bigger than yours and bigger than your shoulders. 
• you were like his tiny pillow.
• his eyebrows twisted in inoocene, perhaps dreaming. 
• he mumbled something in his sleep under the lines of, “i love you baby girl. thank you for taking care of me.” ending it with a small smile. 
• you smiled too, combing his soft hair with your fingers and kissing his forehead. “you can stay there as long as you want, love.”

him having to dip his head down low to kiss you

• he was gone the whole day, of course fighting and doing his job. you understood the circumstances but it still didn’t make it easier.
• you missed your nanami.
• missed his arms around you, his smell, his voice. all of it. you craved it. 
• but the most thing you missed were his kisses. 
• you hated not having him! it made you grumpy. 
• finally, the mystery man returned home. bags under his eyes, suit still on, which turned you on even more. 
• nanami loosened his tie as he sat in front of the tv. 
• you knew he wanted to relax but he didn’t even come to you. 
• you coughed, “mr. nanami. why haven’t you say hello to me?” and the fact he didn’t even kiss you when walking in. 
• you hadn’t been kissed the whole day. it was as if he was trying to see how long you could last.
• nanami combed back his hair as he got up with a moan, “i’m sorry baby. it’s just been rough at work. but you’re right. how’s my sweetheart doing?” he would closen up to you. towering over you that you had to look up at him. 
• his hands would come up to pat your head and caress your cheek. 
• “you’re sweetheart is not doing good,” you pouted. your lip sticking out like a child. 
• nanami chuckled, “hmm? why is that?”
• you crossed your arms, “because, you haven’t even kissed me all day.” 
• nanami bit his lip to try to stop him from bursting out laughing. 
• “so…kiss me!” you stood on your tippy toes as you leaned against his torso. your lips pursed out with a grunting sound as you closed your eyes. 
• “okay, baby wants her kiss,” nanami smiled as he lowered down, dipping his head to kiss your lips. 
• your head seemed so tiny in his palms. 
• you smiled in the kiss as you both moved in sync and nanami deepened the kiss.

when you wear his shirt

• fuck, you felt your legs tremble and weak
• you were very much sore
• last night nanami was fucking you so good, long deep strokes inside you as he made you cum more than once. 
• you woke up with a groan, hurting
• you saw beside you nanami still fast asleep, the covers slipping, showing slightly his v lines
• you wanted to let him sleep so you got up, not disturbing him and noticed the chill air
• you wanted to slip on something simple and loose so you saw his t-shirt hanging on the chair and decided to use his shirt
• it was huge on you!
• the end of it made it to your knees and it was loose and flabby
• it looked like a dress on you
• you smiled bashfully at the size different
• as your bare feet padded on the floor to go have waffles for breakfast your face met with nanami’s bare chest.
• “you’re wearing my shirt?” he held onto the loose fabric.
• you looked down, not wanting to be embarrassed. “yes. it’s super comfy.”
• nanami pulled you in closer by the shirt and kissed your lips. “i like it on you. you look adorable.” he grabbed your tiny hand and walked with you out to the kitchen, loving how he wore the pants to the pjama set and you wore the shirt. 
• he loved how big it was on you, and something ignited in him seeing you wearing his shirt.

you jump in his arms

• nanami has fought curses. monsters that could eat your flesh. has fought humans with unexplainable power
• nanami has done it all
• and yet here he was racing to your shared apartment after fightingin curses because you were screaming on the phone
• “nanami get here quick. help!”
• his heart raced at what might have happened to you.
• feeling a lump in his throat he pushed back tears, needing to get to your safety. he always wanted to protect you. he wouldn’t know what to do if you were gone. 
• but when he showed up and actually saw your problem
• “y/n, what’s wrong princess?” he said breathless.
• “it’s a SPIDER!”
• you were literally standing on the counter, screaming at a wolf spider as it walked around like it owned the place
• nanami had his hands on his hips like a stern parent, “are you serious? this is what you called me for?”
• “nanami, get it! it’s coming for me!” you screamed high pitched. you were deathly afraid of spiders
• nanami rolled his eyes. 
• the spider made it’s way up the cabinets and you jumped down with a squeal and jumped in nanami’s arms, “get it! get the fuckin spider!”
• you were so small and short in nanami’s arms. 
• your legs wrapped around his stomach and your arms wrapped around his neck, your face hiding there as well. “oh please nanami get the spider. it’s scarring me”
• nanami wanted to kiss you all over with how cute you were. 
• he held you under your butt holding you closer. 
• he loved how adorable you were holding him and being afraid
• what an innocent fear
• “it’s okay baby, i got you.” nanami’s deep voice soothed you as he kissed your cheek. 
• still holding onto you, you almost choking him, he stepped on the spider
• “i-is it dead?” your lips trembled and you had tears in your eyes. 
• nanami chuckled, “baby, i thought something happened to you? i came running as fast as i could.”
• “i’m sorry…thank you for killing the spider for me.” you kissed his nose, still holding onto him. 
• nanmi still had his glasses on and work attire, even having his cursed weapon with him
• he looked like he would go into battle with a fuckin spider
• “it’s okay love, i’m just glad you’re safe.”

dancing with you

• on a yacht, orchestra music blaring, good food, you and nanami dressed to the nines
• life was good
• nanami loved how perfect you were in his arms
• he loved holding you tight against him as you two leaned against the yacht railing, staring at the stars
• a beautiful song stared playing and nanami stuck his hand out to you like a gentleman, “i would love to ask the princess for a dance?”
• you giggled like a school girl, living out your fantasy
• “why yes, my prince.” you took his hand and he led you to the middle of the dance floor
• just you and him, peace and quiet
• nanami loved how precious you were
• so fragile like a dove
• you body snuggled up to him as you two danced, bodies close
• your head laid against his chest as you heard his heart beat
• the heart that beat for you
• you gave a satisfied hum
• as you two twirled and he dipped you, the way you were like a little stuffed animal to nanami, so cute made him blush
• you were so adorable being so tiny
• he just wanted to pick you up and give you a million kisses

being drunk with nanami

• “what a fuckin bitch,” you spat as you saw the sport on the tv
• you both were at a bar
• you were absolutely wasted drunk
• nanami was surprised at how many drinks got you
• he was expecting more but realized it only took a small amount for you because of the size difference
• he still was nurturing his glass while he called it done for you
• “awww c’mon nanami, one more!” you whined like a child
• “no. you’re drunk y/n. besides you’re making a ruckus.”
• you glared at him
• ‘m’fine,” hiccup
• nanami shook his head as he tried to get you to drink water
• to think only a few drinks got you this drunk, it was astounding to nanami
• “hahaha, nanami i love you baby. i love you so much. mmmmmmmm, you’re meh favoriteeeeee hubbyyyyyyyyy.”
• nanami couldn’t help but chuckle, “we’re not husband and wife yet, babe.”
• “hmmm? wellll, soon we gots to chang’em thater.”
• nanami patted your head
• “i lover this man to the moon and back, yessir! and his cock is soooooo big i want to eater right now!” you shouted at the top of your lungs
• nanami’s eyes widened in embarrassment because everyone was looking at him
• he covered his face to try to hide his red face
• “that’s it, wer’re leaving.”
• “whuh-why? i’amer just getting started” hiccup
• nanami knew you weren’t going to come willingly so he picked you up and threw you short body over his shoulder like you were a bag of rice

affectionate

• he obviously is the bigger spoon and loves to coddle you in bed and bear hug you
• like a weighted blanket
• when he wakes up early for work he will give you a kiss to your forehead, loving the way your hair smells
• the way you smell
• it hard for him to unglue himself from you in the bed
• then when days he has work off you usually wake up first so you can make him breakfast
• like i said earlier youll be in his shirt making waffles or eggs
• whatever he wants
• while its cooking you’ll sit at the breakfast table enjoying your cup of coffee
• sleep is still evident in your eyes as you yawn like a cute kitty in his eyes
• he likes to greet your small form by kissing atop your head, chuckling at how cute you get by almost jumping up from his rudeness
• he loves giving you forehead kisses
• even while your cleaning the dishes he will tower over you and grab your face to give you a wet kiss
• tongue swiping in between your lips as he feels the need to devour your cute little body

wedding day

• he was so nervous
• so were you
• anxious chills and shaky hands
• you found a dress perfect for your size
• it was enough but not too much that it overpowered you
• it was perfection
• you knew nanami would love it
• finally when you showed him he started crying
• he couldn’t help it, tears just streamed down his face, happy tears
• he even was blushing and a giggly mess
• your heart was full of love
• He was the man for sure you wanted to marry
• The height difference was so cute because you had this elegant delicate poofy dress and he wore his nice tight masculine suit
• He dipped down to kiss your forehead, giggling so happy with happy tears as he took your face in his hands 
• “You look so beautiful baby”
• Between him blushing and his tears you started tearing up as well just because you love this man so much
• “I can’t believe you're my wife”
• “I can’t believe you're my husband. I am mrs. Kento”

angel’s little words - this is kinda self indulgent bc I am 4’11 but I got all these headcanon ideas and inspo from this tiktok video, I hope u all enjoyed some domestic casual nanami

iwaizumi is so effortlessly dominant and it isn’t fair. it’s not fair the first time he yanks you back by firmly holding your hips with enough strength that you end up bouncing against his broad chest. “careful there, you almost tripped over that”.

it’s not fair how your hands can’t help but get sweaty as he stands in front of you, arms crossed tightly against his chest, tight biceps popping from the sleeves of his black polo and eyes looking down on you as you run your data with him.

it’s not fair that he stands so close behind you when you’re in line at the cafeteria, low voice grazing your ear as he comments on how he doesn’t want you taking away the veggies from your plate.

“nevermind, i’ll set you a plate, go sit over there”.

and it’s honestly pathetic how you don’t object, how you simply agree with him and walk towards the empty table he just pointed at. anyone else trying to pull that crap on you would’ve been long gone from your side.

it’s embarrassing how willing you are to let iwaizumi handle you like this, specially when you’re not even dating. nor has he even gave you the intention of even be attempting to flirt with you.

and you think it’s definitely not fair how one day he simply takes your hand and presses his palm against the dip of your waist, guiding you through all the dolled up people from this sponsor’s party.

“let’s go, i’m taking you out of here so i can finally get you out of this dress”.

iwaizumi hajime loves seeing your mundane snaps.

you could be folding laundry and send a silly snap of a badly folded t-shirt with a goofy smile on your face and he’d be smiling on the other end.

send a snap where you’re in bed doing nothing and he can’t help but wonder how someone as perfect and adorable as you exists.

he lives for the small glimpses of your life that you give him (and secretly hopes he gets to be a part of it)

boyfriend!iwaizumi headcannons

what’s it? fluff

sugar level? 0.7k

allergen warning/s? n/a

regulars? @hanayanetwork​

♧ is such a great kisser. puts passion into every kiss. it gets his partner weak in the knees, their head spinning, and heart pounding until the only thing that overwhelms their senses is iwaizumi hajime.

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