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#kageyama drabble
tteokdoroki · 2 years
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✉️; SWEATER SEASON. - T.KAGEYAMA.
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💌; synopsis - your boyfriend finds you wearing a piece of old high school memorabilia, his number nine kurasuno jersey, and it drives him absolutely insane.
↳ length: 2.07K
↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, post-time skip!au, unprotected sex, clothed sex, pussy jobs, soft/mean!kageyama, praise!kink, reader is wearing kageyama’s clothes.
↳ notes: a very self indulgent piece because i finished hq s4 and cant stop thinking about kageyama ?? it’s giving obsessed with him i think <3! not beta’d ! enjoy my loves hehe - m.list ♡
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“are you gonna tell me where you found it? or do i have to fuck it out of you, baby?” kageyama’s voice is tender as he asks, speaking to you like you’re a timid creature or somewhat of a street cat that might scurry away from him at any given moment. but the way he treats you is mean, his hands that are both large enough to cover the globes of your ass grip at your soft flesh— easily pull you back and forth,  back and forth on his cock while you’re seated in his lap, your dainty fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves on his cold kurasuno jersey, gripping into his shoulder blades to somewhat ground yourself. “‘m talkin’ to you sweetheart,” 
you know that he is,  god, you know. 
but words are hard to come by when you’re seated on your boyfriend’s cock, letting him bounce you up and down mercilessly until you can practically feel him in your throat. you know kageyama’s talking to you, his pretty girl, angel dressed in nostalgic shades of burnt orange and obsidian black— he loves how you can’t respond, blubbering and babbling incoherent sentences while you hide your swollen lips under the collar of his sweatshirt and drip so sweetly down his shaft from your heavenly little hole.
“uh—oh, mhm…mhm!” is all you can manage, swallowed by fabric that smells like your olympic athlete boyfriend, drowning in the strong waves of lust as he pounds up into your pretty puffy pussy until there are tears in your eyes. 
tobio let’s a hand leave your ass to tap at your baby fat cheeks, his dark blue eyes lit up with hunger as he mocks your pout. “words please baby, i know you know them.” it’s almost a joke to him, how weak and needy you get as soon as his milky top pushes past your selfish entrance, and brushes up against your velvety inner walls. he reads it in your eyes, how much you crave him and feels it in your cunt when you spasm and clench down on him, your juices rolling down his lengthy shaft and coating his balls. 
he taps your cheek again, and you whimper like a lost little lamb— the traces of a smile spreading across kageyama’s lips. “f-found it in the, fuck, the back of the closet… h’i missed you.” you cry out, gently circling your hips down on your boyfriend’s, droplets in the form of angel tears clumping in your lashes. kageyama’s smile widens, the hand in your cheek wrapping around the back of your neck, tilting your head up to kiss him. 
you let the fabric of the kurasuno jersey fall down to your chin, head angled perfectly to meet his lips and let your tongue slide wetly over the seam— begging your boyfriend to let you in. and he does, he lets you take charge of the searing and sloppy, spit slicked kiss. he lets you lick into his mouth and squeak against his tongue while he dominates the rest of your body buried beneath his old clothes. tobio feels you lean into him, free falling into his love and his desire while his hands slip under the sweatshirt to draw circles into your tummy, tease you by thumbing just under the swell of your breasts where they meet your rib cage before tweaking your nipples with tender love and care.
his cock aches inside you, just knowing that all your beauty, your curves, your pebbled nipples and the marks you have are hidden— no, protected from the hungry gaze of others by his old uniform. it drives kageyama insane, activates animalistic instincts in the back of his brain as he forces his cock as deep as it can go, rubbing his tip against your gummy walls and marking your insides with opaque wads of his messy precum until you’re squelching every time he ploughs into you.
you probably have no idea how fucking good you look right now, like a five course meal served up to the volleyball player on a silver platter. his baby, tobio kageyama’s innocent little baby had no idea of what she was getting herself into when you put on that number 9 kurasuno jersey. no idea that you would be fucked within an inch of your life, perfect pussy stretched over his painfully hot dick— his forked veins brushing up against pleasure spits only kageyama could reach. “h’baby,  you could have just, fuck…” the athlete curses, having been pounding into you so hard that his cock slips out of your eager hole, sliding right up against your clit which shines, soaked underneath the you yellow lighting in your bedroom. kageyama shivers when your tiny hand, peeking out from sweater paws to jerk him off. you thumb at his blistering red and seedy tip, you even drool over it too— right before guiding him back inside of your fluttering fat pussy. “there we go…you shoulda called me,”   
“y-you were at practice! oh fuck—tobi!” you whine, bristling with desire when kageyama wastes no time fucking your cunt into the shape of him. the bed creeks under the weight of his thrusts up into you, balls slapping heavy against your ass only serving to fill the room with their sensual song. you feel like you might cry, that’s how deep in your guts kageyama is, ruining your body for anyone else, claiming you as the mixture of your arousals froths and gathers at the swelling base of his shaft. whatever your precious cunt drools, quickly gets fucked back into your gushing insides and painted against your spongey g-spot the more your boyfriend throws his hips up to fuck you.
tobio grabs at your hips, holding you up so the only thing you can hump is his mushroomed cockhead, bright red and burning for you. he just wants to see, even though you whine for him put it back in, he just wants to see how raw and swollen your folds are from underneath his clothes— wants to know how much he turns you on. “you think i wouldn’t have left practice to come make my baby feel good?”  he asks, pressing his face into your neck and tilting his head up to lick the tears that stream down your face. “volleyball ain’t got shit on this fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes against your skin,
filling you up all over again with one sharp thrust until he’s buried into you right up to the hilt. 
and it’s true, not even the satisfaction of smacking a ball straight into the opposite court, not even lining up the perfect set or the smell of rubber sneakers burning against the floor during a tournament could compare to the sweet bliss of your warm, tight cunt wrapped around kageyama’s dick. you’re his favourite thing dressed in the jersey of his first love, humping away at his lap like a bitch in heat.
and kageyama thinks would be the best place in the world to die if it were to happen right now. 
“‘m close tobi, i’m gonna cum,” you heave into his ear like it’s a promise, arms looped around his neck where the softness of his jersey rubs against his sweaty skin. “fuck you’re gonna make me cum, o-oh. oh!” your head tilts back when his fingers meet your puffy clit, writing his signature against it while you drool from your mouth and your slit. “tobio.” there’s a warning lilt to the edge of your tone, telling your boyfriend that you can’t hold back and there’s a new feverishness to the way you roll your hips back down to meet his. 
so he pushes you onto your back, covering you with his slender body, his lips on yours while your ankles lock at his waist. the angle of kageyama’s hips shift, bullying his tip against your g-spot over and over, smearing precum along your velvety walls and bullying his way into you until you can see stars. he knows the way he fucks you is just right, he can tell by the way your lips form a gentle ‘o’ and the way your nails ( that he paid for ) dig into his toned shoulders and form crescent moons. 
“oh right there?” kageyama coos, lips messily finding yours while he pins your waist down to the sex soaked sheets bellow. your face changes, shining with sweat but so blissed out it makes your boyfriend’s hips stutter, losing the rough tempo they set. “ah, here…that feel good baby? yeah? oh fuck i know it’s good.” his words are breathy and shoot straight to your core, making your hole flutter around him— sucking his pulsing cock in selfishly. with his free hand, tobio roughly pushes up his kurasuno jersey that pools over your body right up to your tits— stormy blue eyes laser focused on the way they bounce under the weight of his thrusts.
kageyama is way taller than he was back in high school, but the length of the fabric still has you swimming in it— the volleyball player bunches it up, smiling down at you and uses the material to tug you back onto his dick, barely letting you off it as your clit grinds up against his washboard abs. “oh baby don’t cry, you’ll get to cum. i know you wanna fucking cum. can you do that?” he asks you, and again your words escape you as you’re left a teary eyed mess underneath the dark haired man. “yeahh, yeah you can. there you go.”
“tobi—!” you gasp, orgasm tearing though you as he pressed his entire weight onto you, fucking you hard and fast right through your high. you can’t help it, cunt squeezing down on him hard— juices splashing against kageyama’s stomach, making him almost grateful that he pushed his sweat shirt up to expose your pretty chest. “holy shit— tobio, i can’t, god—i can’t!,” pushing at his shoulders, your heave and hiccup as he picks up the pace and rams into your creamy sex again and again and again, forcing another orgasm out of you. 
you fucking squirt, a clear stream pouring from your abused little cunt— eyes rolling back into your skull as a silent scream rattles around in your throat. your hands dart up to grab at midnight black hair, tugging tobio closer, close enough for him to feel you tremble as you cream hard around his dick, practically forcing him out of your hole. 
“shit, baby…fuuck there you go, that’s it,” kageyama sighs against your wet lips, one arm outstretched over your head to grip the head board— the other between your bodies so he can tap his sensitive cockhead against your glistening and gushing pussy, running it up and down through the length of your slit. “mmhm, fuck you did so good, my good girl.” he stutters, lashes fluttering against your shoulder as he listens to the sticky sounds your puffy folds make while he glides through them. he kisses the tears that sit on the apples of your cheeks, using your shaky body to get himself off until he finds himself cumming against your cute little clit. a layer of thick white coats your hot mound and as he takes hold of his dick, tobio pushes the mix of your arousals back into you, shallowly fucking your hole as you twitch with the after shocks of your orgasm before he eventually settles inside you so you cockwarm him.
kageyama rolls off of you, pulling your leg high over his hip while you snuggle into him. “‘m sticky,” you complain, forming tiny fists against his chest. through the sleeves of your boyfriend’s kurasuno jersey. 
“you’re sticky ‘n so pretty baby,” kageyama’s cheeks are pink tinted from exertion, a soft smile on his lips while feeling you up from under the kurasuno colours. “want you to wear this more often…you look really good in it.” 
twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers. “i’ll wear whatever it takes to get you to fuck me like that again, tobi.” you purr into the shell of his ear, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “you’ll want to get spares of your japan team uniform as well.” 
“oh yeah?” tobio hums, eyes on yours, cock twitching softly inside of you. “how come?” 
“‘cause when you bring home a medal f’me, i can’t guarantee i won’t make a mess on you.” 
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shoulmate · 1 year
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"He's late."
"He's never late," you say brushing off Iwaizumi's concern.
"Well then today he breaks that streak because he's not here."
Juggling your bag, coffee, and keys, you press your shoulder to your ear holding the phone so you can keep talking.
"This is Kageyama Tobio and volleyball we're talking about here, Iwaizumi. I'm sure he's already there and you just haven't noticed him."
"Do you think that little of me?" he asks with a touch of insult. "I've checked everywhere. Practice started half-an-hour ago and he's not here."
You exhale in an angry, silent growl.
You just wanted one morning--one morning--where you could go to a doctor's appointment and the men's national team could function like the adults they are
but no.
Thinking you could go to the stadium late, sneak in an hour of alone time and uninterrupted work after the appointment was destroyed by another problem.
Another day.
Another struggle.
"No one's heard anything from him and he's not answering his phone... I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't an emergency," Iwaizumi assures you and you believe it.
It's not like Kageyama to be late for anything related to volleyball. As your key slides into the lock your irritation at being interrupted shifts to worry.
What of something did happen to Tobio?
"It's okay Iwa," you reassure him. "We'll find him and I'm sure he's going to be fine...just a silly mix-up is all."
He huffs, his form of a worried sigh. "Just let me know as soon as you do."
"I will."
Your door swings open as you hang up and the empty quiet of your apartment echoes the growing fear in your chest as your mind stays focused shifting into overdrive to make a plan to find him, to think of all the places he could be, could have gone, could have done, could have--
"Tobio?"
You stop abruptly, bag slumping off your shoulder as the door slams shut.
"Shhh!" He flinches, finger over his lips, and gestures his blue eyes down to his lap.
His lap.
You frown, heart pounding in surprise and relief, then confusion as you notice the fluffy black loaf curled up on his thighs.
Kageyama gulps. "She's asleep," he whispers.
And the situation hits you.
You slowly, silently, set your things down and slip out of your shoes before tiptoeing over to the couch, a smile pulling at your mouth. "How long have you been sitting here?"
He glances at the clock. "An hour and twenty-five minutes," he answers still whispering. He shifts uncomfortably; your cat opens her eyes and makes a small sound of protest.
Kageyama freezes.
You muffle a laugh.
When your cat slowly closes her eyes again he desperately whispers "she jumped up when I was filing my nails this morning and I didn't know what to do. So I pet her a little bit and she seemed happy but then she fell asleep and I needed to pee but I didn't want to get up right away and then after a while I realized I had to get ready for practice but every time I've tried to move she does that and I don't want to upset her but practice started a half hour ago and I have to pee soo badly."
Full of love and appreciation for the adorable setter you gently lift the warm, limp feline off his lap to a grumpy meow.
"Oh thank you," he whispers in urgent relief and dashes away the moment his lap is clear.
Your cat meows again in displeasure as you cradle her in your arms. "I know, I know, Mikasa...I would spend all day there, too, if I could but we have to let him get to practice."
She meows, disgruntled, and nips at your hand as you scratch her stomach.
"He'll be back again soon. I promise," you tell her. She twitches and flips down out of your arms in a sign of disbelief.
You grin as she struts away and Tobio comes out of the bathroom.
"Thank god you came home when you did," he says giving you a quick kiss.
"I only came back because Iwaizumi called when you didn't show up for practice." You level him with a flat look and he blushes.
"Yeah...I didn't have my phone on me when it all happened ," he admits sheepishly, pulling it off the counter. "47 missed calls?!"
You sigh. "They were worried..." Your phone lights up with another call from Iwaizumi and you glance at Tobio who's looking at you with the same focus he has on the court, the same focus with which he looks at you, his manager.
"What are we going to tell them?"
"I guess..." You slowly exhale in acceptance. "It's time we tell them we're dating."
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Kageyama who became very clingy whenever he’s home with you. He knows he’s busy with all the practices and matches he has to go so he’s afraid that he’ll become a neglectful significant other and his lack of communication skills doesn’t help him. So to show you that he cares and he’s touch starved, he just…clings to you whenever he got the chance, he’s always touching you in some way, whether it’s a back hug when you’re cooking or a hand wrap around your waist when you two are watching a movie together or when you two are being intimate, he has to touch you in some way. And you find it really endearing, because who could have imagine the stoic volleyball genius is such a cuddle bug who refuses to be separated from you in private.
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torhues · 1 year
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kageyama tobio.
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kageyama doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance.
in fact, he doesn't have any— maybe a little bit— but mostly no, and yet still, he doesn't refuse whenever someone offers him a drink. you've been over this many times, telling him that drinking is not volleyball and continuing to drink probably won't improve his tolerance, though your effort is of no avail.
because if it were, you wouldn't have been standing inside a restaurant-bar at eleven pm, watching the alder's trying to get a hold of an almost-passed-out kageyama tobio, who, for some reason, smiles the moment you enter his currently blurry field of vision.
"we're sorry you had to come here this late," ushijima apologises while you throw kageyama's arms over your shoulder, making sure he doesn't fall because of the lack of sense of balance. "i could've dropped him home but he insisted on going with you,"
which is another reason why you want him to stop drinking.
while being your best friend makes him one of your top priorities, it absolutely doesn't mean he can call you at the most ungodly hours and have you pick him up after heavy drinking sessions. and even if he does, he can at least try to be a little decent and cooperate instead of saying that you're the one who's drunk and he will drive you back to your place and even look after you for the rest of the night.
"tobio, i don't think i'm the one who needs supervision today," a sigh escapes your lips as you manage to get him on the back seat of your car.
"i will look after you so, don't worry," he replies in a chanting tone.
it's quiet now.
you steal a glance at him through the front-view mirror. kageyama is busy basking in the city noise and street lights. cold winds brush past the rosy dust on his cheeks, his blueberry eyes telling a story of a million stars under the crescent moon, as if they're communicating in a language so foreign for the humankind to comprehend.
these are the moments when you realise that one could ask why you like kageyama, and you could give a thousand reasons why you're actually in love with him.
"do you know, we lost today," he speaks above the blaring horns of vehicles. kageyama sounds sober, or maybe it's just the mood that has gotten him in such tones.
"is that why you drank too much?" while your works keep up with his', your mind is busy focusing on driving as your filter through the traffics. on other days, the roads would've been quieter, a little emptier. though, the weekends are not.
kageyama exhales heavily. "maybe,"
and it gets quiet once again.
kageyama isn't a talkative person in the first place. he has always been the quieter one, the person who succeeds in silence, finds solace in lack of noise, but having him stay quiet next to you feels out of place. the reason is far away from the usual 'he talks a lot when he warms up to the people,' because in most cases, it's not true, and it wasn't for you either.
none of you talked properly until a year or two ago, and just when you had started getting to know each other, you had to move to veinna for an exchange student programme you applied to; and ironically enough, you bumped into each other at a bar a few months earlier. turns out, kageyama only ever talks if he has a lot on his mind. he distracts himself by striking conversations, but when he's quiet, his mind is empty, and he ends up overthinking, blaming himself for things that weren't his fault.
but, you realise you can't do anything, so you let the rest of the ride pass by in heavy silence.
"are you still thinking about the match?" the question leaves your mouth the moment you park in front of his flat, holding the door open for him to get out the car. "it's fine, winning and losing are by products. what matters is that you gave your best,"
it's funny because you're in no position to say that when you frown upon the exact same things. winning and losing, despite being secondary to effort and hard work, mean more to people. no one cares what you've gone through, or what you are going through. no one cares about the process, they care about the product. it's one of the new things that make you feel that you and kageyama aren't so different, after all, despite being polar opposites.
kageyama and you have been on opposite tracks ever since the day you met, and it doesn't even have to do with your zodiacs and personality— you don't like sports, while he earns off them— and, you don't know how you both got to a point where he's the person you trust blindly and you're the one he seeks for in the dead of the nights. it's something that comforts you while reminding you how you both have completely different worlds. perhaps, it's in the habits and insecurities that follow, or the simple realisation that kageyama is a star while you're just a planet revolving around.
there's a line between him and you that's stopping you from entering his world, and vice-versa.
"tobio," you call him again, putting an extra emphasis to get his head out of the pool of self-depreciating thoughts he's drowning into.
"i'm thinking about something else," you unluck his door, he turns around to face you, "i'm thinking about you,"
he settles his eyes on you, fixating them there for a better look as if he has never seen you before. kageyama doesn't get out of the car and instead, spends the next five minutes staring at you as you stare back at him with the same interest, or perhaps more, before he breaks into a soft chuckle. "you're cute,"
and his words leave you speechless.
you don't want to overthink and assume a complete different meaning of his words, changing the trajectory of your relationship— which is actually what you want but, not this way— you decide to play along. "well, i believe i'm more than just cute for being the one to pick you up whenever you're wasted—"
"and pretty," a pause follows, one that makes you forget how to breathe. "you're beautiful, and smart— maybe not smart, or a little bit smart— and you always listen to me despite having your own problems, you have a good alcohol tolerance which balances us out— i don't know what i'm saying," your heart skips a beat, "i think i'm in love with you,"
"you're drunk, tobio,"
"no, no— listen," but he insists, taking a step towards you with the most troubled expression because you are not getting him— it's makes complete sense in his head. "you're like a perfect set, like, like the one that makes my heart skip a beat and makes me so nervous but also puts me at ease and is the reason— no wait, fuck, i mean—"
"you don't know what you're saying," you interject with a chuckle, trying to put up a normal front while in reality, you're losing sense of everything because kageyama is confessing to you; and, it's both an honour and a shame because he is intoxicated at the moment.
"i don't," he exhales.
kageyama falls quiet once again. there's dejection on his face along with hints of desperation to voice his exact feelings, to make sure you understand how he feels about you, and you know his words couldn't me clearer, but he is drunk. you know better than trusting saccharine words laced with smell of alcohol, although you would've already kissed him if you were braver and he was sober.
"but i really love you," he speaks up again, chanting the same words as a mantra, "i really do love you,"
"you should g—"
"more than volleyball," it's serious, he wants you to know, because kageyama told you that volleyball was his first love, and now he puts you above it.
another step towards, his hands brush against yours before he links he index finger with yours. you almost give in, almost, finding it hard to control yourself through the close proximity between him and you. it feels like the time has stopped when his eyes settle on your lips. you find yourself getting drunk on the alcohol in the breathe, or the way his lips are barely centimeters away from yours. "i love you,"
your hands rake up his chest, a moment of regret floods over your mind, you push kageyama away. "say that again when you're sober,"
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utahimeow · 2 years
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the weather forecast hadn’t predicted thunder. it had only predicted torrential rain all day, and so the first flash of lightning catches you and tobio off guard. when the thunder booms through the house, there’s a cry from upstairs and the scurried pitter patter of your little girl.
when she appears in the living room where you and your husband are sat, there are tears streaming down her chubby face and she dashes straight into tobio’s arms, clinging to his hoodie for dear life.
“i’m scared, daddy!” she sobs, smushing her face into his chest. the way his arms wrap around her is instinctual, and you can’t help but reach over and rub her back. you and tobio share the same pained look, both teary eyed and determined to protect your daughter.
you remember what your mother had told you once—it never gets easier seeing your child in distress. every tear she’ll shed will break your heart, no matter how trivial the cause. it’s worse when it’s something you can’t protect her from—a thunderstorm. it instils a fear in her that you can’t do anything about; leaves you helpless, scrambling for any kind of solution.
“it was damn loud, wasn’t it?” tobio says. before he can speak again a flash cuts him off, followed a few seconds later by a thunderclap that makes your daughter whine and curl further into her father. he leans down to her and whispers, “i’ve got you, it’s okay. it’ll be over soon.”
“you know what we should do? we should build a fort,” you suggest, smiling wide in an attempt to assure the girl. “it’ll keep us all nice and safe, yeah?”
tobio and you both wait until your daughter gives a tiny nod of her head before all three of you are up, each filled with determination for this very serious task.
you gather up pillows, blankets, and duvets from your bedrooms (not forgetting your daughter’s favourite oikawa plush—gifted to her by the setter himself), with a break every few minutes when lightning strikes so that tobio can soothe his daughter as thunder rumbles. unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be growing any quieter yet. there’s rain battering the windows too, so hard you almost worry they’ll smash.
before long, the living room is transformed into a massive tent. sheets hang from the couch to the armchairs and to the coffee table, and inside is a pile of blankets and pillows where the three of you nestle into.
your daughter’s tiny frame is squished between you and tobio, and the content smile on her face makes you giggle. the fort is built so well that you don’t realise there’s been lightning until there’s a distant clap of thunder somewhere far.
“i think it’s getting further away,” you say, gasping dramatically.
“really?” says her small voice, still quivering a little, her hands still squeezing your arm at the rumbling sound.
“yeah, and you know what’ll make it go away even quicker?” tobio asks her, animated as he always is when he speaks to her.
“what?” she asks. her blue eyes are wide with curiosity, and she’s the image of her father.
“if you show the thunder you’re not scared of it! even if it’s pretend, it’ll think ‘oh, well, this little girl is too brave, so i’m bored’, and it’ll go away.”
“well, then i’m not scared! thunder’s not scary!”
“exactly! aren’t you the bravest?” he says, tucking some hair out of her face.
“i am!”
and the next time there’s a thunderclap, it’s hardly even heard. the next time, it’s even more quiet, and the next time, and the next time… until lo and behold, only the soft rainfall remains.
it doesn’t come as a surprise that being huddled between her parents in what’s pretty much a nest has your daughter fast asleep before she even knows the storm is over.
“can’t resist a nap. just like her mama,” tobio quips.
“oi! i’m not that sleepy,” you say, but your attempt at defending yourself is weak—immediately after, you yawn.
he grins at you, smug.
“it’s so cosy in here, you can’t blame either of us,” you say, pouting as you tug your blanket even closer to you.
“yeah, yeah.” he rolls his eyes, but he’s betrayed by the gleam of affection in them. he leans over so he can press a kiss to your forehead as your eyes flutter shut. “goodnight, sleepyhead.”
tags — @tobiote @northofneverland
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classyinnie · 10 months
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Crocheting w/ Kageyama Tobio.
“This is hopeless.”
Kageyama huffs beside you, struggling to get the crochet hook inside the last stitch.
"We've been at this for an hour. Don’t make the tension of your yarn too tight."
"That's exactly what I've been doing." He eventually gives up, tossing the unfinished beanie in his lap.
You cast a glance at him and snort at the already-forming pout on his lips. His furrowed brows are almost comical.
“Here. Give it to me." You reach for his work and examine the progress he's done. It wasn't bad considering you only started teaching him yesterday. In fact, it was better than your initial progress as a beginner.
“You’ve got the idea of it though, which is good. Just…”
You move closer to him and grab his tucked hands. Suddenly distracted, you trace the bumps and scratches on his smooth skin, admiring how they contrast with the callouses that are forming on his fingertips as a result of years of volleyball practice.
Kageyama has lovely hands. His dedication to the sport never ceases to amaze you. Especially, when you sometimes find him filing and prepping his fingers before a game.
You make him hold the yarn while adjusting its tightness. You demonstrate how to relax his fingers by looping a strand of yarn around his forefinger and guiding him through a few double crochets. Eventually, you let him do it on his own. Often glancing to see if he needs any help.
Kageyama would begrudgingly deny the enjoyment one gets from such a tedious and mind-numbing task at first, but over time, he finds himself relaxing deeper on the couch and even occasionally glancing at the show on the TV.
When he's finished, he'll hand to you his work, a proud expression on his face as he watches you weave in the ends and put the beanie he helped make on his head.
"See, it wasn't so difficult now, was it?"
He fusses over this new achievement, even nodding to himself. "Only when you help."
You try to hide your laugh at the child-like adoration in his eyes.
And now, unbeknownst to him, it has become Kageyama’s favorite afternoon activity with you. He would waddle to the couch in the middle of the afternoon with a hook and yarn from your collection in hand, joining you in your crocheting.
Not only is it therapeutic, but it also gives him a sense of fulfillment to know that he has a part in your favorite little hobby.
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Note: Helloo! It’s been a while :< It’s finally our summer break which means more time to write and go through my drafts woop woop!
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mchlgayser · 1 year
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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ft kageyama tobio
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claims to like you a lot has taken time longer than you expected to confess - so you force him to.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ( ✮ )
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealousy, and indirect confession
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one is pure shit, the idea inspo is based on my old fics on Wattpad but I redo it, don't really like it but don't hate it either, just a so-so but let me know what you think in the comments. happy reading xx
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'Good morning, Tobio!' Kageyama who just got out of his house is stunned, to say the least, he is late, so late for school, and the second he hurried outside the house, he sees you on the front porch of his house with a bag slinging over your shoulder and waiting for him.
The boy's face flushed bright red seeing you, he took upon your face with a neutral expression glued 'What are you doing here?' He questioned, looking down at you with a furrowed brow 'Oh, I was waiting for you. Come on we'll be late.' You take his hand in yours as you drag him along.
Kageyama Tobio, this stoic-looking sixteen-year-old kid is your neighbor, your friend, and someone you and everyone claim to like you lot. A lot happens since you two knew each other. It has only been a few months since you moved out from your hometown to Miyagi but over time the boy grew an overwhelming interest in you. It was apparent to everyone including you - everyone but him. It also grows on you about him, his passion for volleyball, and vice versa.
It was obvious that he likes you and you like him and there were a few times you encourage yourself to make the first move but your gut tell you otherwise and to wait until he makes the first move.
But as time passed, the opportunity never comes falling, but you would always console yourself to wait, I mean, after all, patience is a virtue. But Oh, God, it's been over three months since that, and no signs from the boy. You are growing impatience each second passes and today was finally it. The day you reached your limit. No more waiting is what you told yourself. If Kageyama won't make the first move. You'll force him to.
You two walk to school together, your hands occupied with a red-bean-flavored taiyaki. You look at him pointing one finger to the snack 'Want some?' He declines the offer making you huff in disappointment. You two continue walking and are met by Hinata, also on his way to school.
'Kageyama?! Oh Y/n, hello!' You smile at the tangerine-haired boy and wave at him 'Hi, Shoyo! Are you late to school too?' He chuckles, scratching the back of his non-itchy nape 'I overslept,' You chuckle before finding yourself occupied conversing chats with him.
You two walk to school, Shoyo pushing his bike instead and strolling with you to school leaving Kageyama behind, creating daggers on both your and Shoyo's backs.
The school period ended, and you, Kageyama, and Hinata are on your way to the school's gymnasium where their usual practices are held. You three change shoes as they two went running to the small circle of people warming up. You stand by the manager, Kiyoko Shimizu, and their manager, Ukai Kenshin along with the other assistant manager, Hitoka Yachi.
'Hello Yachi,' She smile at you shyly before she held her hand up to wave back. The boys began practicing their new formats with the coach and Kiyoko on the side, writing down on her clipboard. You watch them, partially Kageyama with water bottles in hand. 'Have Kageyama said anything to you?' You turn to Yachi with your forehead creasing 'No. I honestly don't know what is inside that bird brain of his.' You sass with a tinge of dissatisfaction lacing behind you. Yachi sat down on the benchers with you beside her 'What about your plan?' You knew, by all means, she implies the vicious plan you, and Kiyoko came up with to force Kageyama to confess to you.
'I... Don't know. I don't wanna feel half-bad doing that to him and use Shoyo for my benefit.' She glance your way before she went to Kageyama's 'But doesn't Hinata agree to it? Should be fine right?' You are reluctant to reply to her so you smile.
The day went smoothly, the boys practice like usual, always in their best mood and the same goes for the coach. Everyone is on their 100%. Everyone except you. Are you still in the train of thought about what Yachi said earlier? Should you continue with your plan or should you cancel and wait.
Half of the day ended, and the guys are now resting, and chugging down their water bottles while you and Yachi go around and handed them a clean tucked of towels to dry off their beads of sweats. Everything is fine until a senior from your club came inside the room, looking for you. The senior came and looking for you to talk and you followed him outside for privacy. The boy exchanged looks between each other, especially with Kageyama. Everyone could say that they did notice a certain behavior of the senior towards you and so did Kageyama. Obviously, when you two went out to have a time alone, they're all on Kageyama, eyes widen for him to go and snatch you away but all he did was roll his eyes.
'What?' He's quick to gnaw on, Daichi shakes his head at him 'It's obvious Kageyama. You liked her.' He widens his eyes in surprise, his cheeks hot and warm with blood gushing up to his ears. He put his hands on his ears to minimize the tingly sensation but he didn't move nonetheless.
It's been over ten minutes but you never came back, the boys look over at Kageyama to see him practicing his servings 'Kageyama, you should go and check on Y/n. It's been so long.' Kageyama drops the ball 'Why me?' Daichi shrug his shoulder and then went back to scolding Tanaka and Nishinoya for being nuisances.
Kageyama grumbles under his breath as he slow-walk to any possible place you and the senior would be at.
'I...' He heard a voice say from behind the gymnasium. He wander to the spot he was sure he heard the voice spot you and the senior. His figure towering over you and you both are extremely close to each other.
'I don't know Takashi, you seem like a very nice guy, I adore your passion for sewing a lot too but... I don't think I'm able reciprocate your feeling.' A glimmer of satisfaction flow through the blueberry-haired boy. He continue watching the scene before he unfold.
Takashi smiles at you, his eyes creasing a bit with his dimple showing 'But won't you at least try? We can go on dates but if you are still reluctant to choose me then I'll stop.' You stare into his eyes 'I...'
A sharp and husky voice came contact with you two, Kageyama strutted to where you two were with an annoyed expression 'I'm sorry, but I don't think Y/n will be able to do that.' Takashi gives him a smug smile 'And why is that?' Kageyama who is an inch taller than the boy continues inching his form to his with an intimidating look 'That's because she's mine.' You look between the two taller boy in gawking eyes.
He confessed
Kageyama confessed to you, to Takashi.
Kageyama grabs your hand dragging you out of the place 'Wait Tobio! What is that about?!' He stops his movement abruptly 'What do you mean, Y/n?' He asked, wondering.
'Back there, just now, you confessed! You told me - Takashi, I am yours.' He looks at you, head tilting before his eyes widen in bewilderment. He can't be serious. You can't be serious. That must be a lie right? There's no way...
'That's because she's mine.'
He's doomed. He just said it. He admitted he liked you. Kageyama is in panicked and already on the verge of running and he did but you held his hand 'Where are you going? I haven't given you my answer, yet?' He shake his head trying his best to pry free but you tighten your hold 'What if... I said that...' He close his eyes, already waiting for the rejection to come from your mouth 'I like you too.'
'It's okay, I understand that - Wait, what?' You purse your lip together to prevent laughing at the flustered boy 'I said that I like you too, Tobio.' His face is poker, still but his body reacted. His whole face becoming a hot pink down to his neck. His neck hair stands with anticipation 'So, would you be my... Girlfriend?' You ended up snorting at his confession.
'I don't know,' His head drop at your sudden unexpected answer 'Sure,' His looks on you making you smile
'You guys are so cute together!' Both Tanaka and Nishinoya exclaim, Sugawara laughs at the antics while smiling at you 'So cringe,' Sass Tsukishima with a sour utterance. Both you and Kageyama rolled your eyes at him
'Whatever, Sour-Shima.'
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justanobodywriter · 1 year
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Phone Sex
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Tobio Kageyama
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Cw: gender neutral reader, suggestive, no real details, very short, forced reader into aftercare because that's important!
~350 words
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It sucked with Kageyama always being away. He was always playing games so far away. While you wanted to go with him to each and every one of them, it was hard to do that and pursue your career. That's what lead you to nights like tonight.
"Please, Tobio," you begged into one line of the phone.
He sighed, "I'm rooming right next to the guys. What if they hear me?"
"So, what?" you quipped. "I'm needy."
"Fine," he agreed.
He couldn't resist you, and you knew that. You used it to your advantage a lot. It was manipulative sure, but you only used your power over him in dire situations... like this one.
You stripped yourself down, long ago, just waiting for him to give the ok. Still, you waited for him to get himself undressed.
It was moments later that you both were moaning and grunting into the phone. Your hands made quick work of yourself while his did the same. Both of you spurring the other on to continue to push yourselves over the edge.
It isn't long until either of you are coming undone.
Kageyama's hips buck up into his hand as he releases. You let out the most pretty moans and whimpers while you cum.
It had been weeks since either of you had sex, or had even touched yourselves. While it was over as soon as it started, he still wanted to take care of you.
"Baby," he cooed.
You hummed in response.
"Go clean up and then we can stay on the phone while you fall asleep," he instructs you.
You groan, but oblige and get up to clean yourself before returning to him. You hum a goodnight into the phone and he does the same. You hear the low hum of a volleyball game in the background on the phone. He may be miles away, but it feels in that moment like he's right there next to you.
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panally · 2 years
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✬Kageyama falling inlove for the first time✬
Kageyama would never know what to do with the feeling of love, he is dense like that and honestly, it is the cutest thing ever.
You are the quiet girl that no one really notices because you just like to keep a low profile and you both meet in the most unnatural place for Kageyama to be.
"I would like to return a book." He says to the Liberian who just points somewhere without even sparing him a glance.
He nods and just walks off even though he had no idea what she pointed at.
You are just in a quiet place at the very far end of the library that has little lighting and no one would ever think to go. He absent mindedly moves probably scrolling for what next to read but he was more of a comic book person, novels had too many words and it was as good as studying to him.
He sees you sitting in a corner on the floor, your head against the wall and your long hair falling over your face no matter how many times you tuck it behind your ear. His gaze moves to look at the busy library and then at you he wonders if you have no friends
It's not his business, he is about to leave when you feel his gaze on you and you lift your head from your book and find him looking at you.
Like that he feels his heart racing as he takes in a sharp breath. With the wideness of your doe eyes, your dark messy hair even in the dim light your cheeks were rosy and your small button nose just screams cute. It hits him like a lightning bolt through his body, absolutely stunned and completely confused like WHAT IS HAPPENING!!.
He is never friendly to people he doesn't know but he finds himself walking towards you and you just want to shrink away.
Why is he coming over? Maybe you were surprised to see him because your heart did a little leap when you caught his stare and you know who he is but he shouldn't know who you are so why?
He wouldn't just talk to you really because he is still figuring out what he was doing and why? For a second he just wants to turn around and avoid this situation but the deed is done and there is no stopping his legs now. He looks through the shelves there pretending you aren't even there but all he could really think is what am I doing?
From the corner of his eyes he catches a peek of your book and it should be absolutely impossible that you are reading the comic he was holding. Somehow he imagined you would be the type to love studying.
A book from the shelf falls landing on your head and he just goes still because he thought he just ruined any chance to talk to you. He becomes super nervous and knows he should apologize but you get up and face him.
"Your book." You said while handing him the book.
And Kageyama just walks away without a word because he was absolutely tongue-tied at the sound of your voice, your adorable height too. His heart had the potential to explode if he spent another second there.
He doesn't want to think about it so he absorbs himself into practice but once he is alone he couldn't help it and he runs enough laps that his legs feel like there would fall off if he didn't stop but you were stuck in his head along with the completely dumb thing he did.
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soumies · 2 years
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. . . THE NORTH STAR IS YOU
༊*·˚ t. kageyama x gn!reader (2.3k) // finding love is easy— it’s every where you go! though, sometimes, a map can be helpful…
fluff, established relationship, road trip troubles, college!au, bickering, use of babe and baby, ft. random oc he’s very nice
make it sweet // written for @hajimio ‘s summer romances collab.
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Aside from Tobio’s dejected sigh, all you hear is the crunch of gravel beneath your tires and the incessant ding! ding! ding! of the low fuel warning. “We’re out of gas,” Tobio pouts, the car rolling to a stop before he parks on the side of the road.
Groaning, your head thumps against the passenger window, “I told you to stop at a gas station an hour ago.” The novelty of a long road trip with your boyfriend wore off about 200 miles back, where he missed the exit on the highway and insisted he knew how to get back on his own.
The drive from your university to Tobio’s hometown in Miyagi should not take the whole day, but alas, your boyfriend is driving, and he refuses to use the GPS. The sun is now low in the sky, and it glares bright through the windshield. You squint as you turn your gaze to the digital clock on the car stereo; it reads 4:00 PM, officially marking when you and Tobio find yourselves stranded in a small coastal town, and three hours away from the welcome home dinner his mom promised the two of you.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he says, “I’ll figure something out.” Unbuckling his seatbelt, Tobio steps down from the car, and you follow. The salty air is welcome after being stuffed in your car for four hours straight. The squawks of the seagulls cruising along the coast make you giggle, but the sad view of Tobio’s slumped shoulders while he sits on the hood of your car reminds you of your predicament.
“How ‘bout we start looking around? There’s got to be something around here, right?” you offer, running gentle fingers through his windswept hair. His cow-lick is now sticking up, but you’ll bite your tongue… it looks kind of cute on him (though he disagrees entirely).
“What?— No!” he protests, jumping to catch your wrists in his hands. He draws soothing circles with his thumb into your skin, insistent on keeping his word. “I said I’ll figure it out… besides, there’s nothing to look at.”
“Tobio, baby, I’m not very confident in your problem solving skills right now,” you say with every ounce of love. You’ve learned a long time ago that a sweet kiss to Tobio’s lips could get you pretty far, and now, you use that to your advantage as you pull him to stand up. “You never know, anyway. There could be someone nearby who can help us out.” 
To your right, thick brushwood lines the side of the street, seemingly leading nowhere, and to your left is a guardrail followed by the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Tobio glances around the mostly dirt road with a severe lack of street signs, and off to the clouds in the distance, as if they’d shift into a perfectly shaped arrow to guide the way. “Yeah, c’mon, let’s go,” he agrees, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to your hair. 
As you walk along the road, the sun begins to dip low in the sky, bringing with it the faintest hint of the moon and a surprisingly chilly ocean breeze. “Y’know, under different circumstances, I’d say this is kind of romantic,” you say, swinging your hand in his, and smiling at the boats passing in the distance. 
“Can’t it still be romantic even if we’re lost?”
“I guess you’re righ—”
“Woah,” he grins, “you’re super hot when you say that.” You smack his shoulder in reply before kissing it better.
Eventually, the two of you stumble across a tucked-away neighborhood: about thirty-or-so quaint looking houses follow the natural curve of the land, and a sloped sidewalk connects them all uphill. Going door-to-door seemed like the best option, but seven houses down, you realize seaside hospitality isn’t all what it seems to be… or maybe most aren’t privy to a scowling, six-foot man knocking at their front door.
“Tobioooo,” you whine, gently elbowing his side. “Quit making that face, you’re scaring them.”
Indignant sputters of “That’s just my face!” and “Take it back!” go ignored as you instruct him to stay back on the sidewalk, offering to explain the situation on your own. “Maybe someone will leave their door open for more than five seconds,” you glare. Perhaps you’re a bit snippier than normal, but it’s getting late, help seems to be entirely nonexistent, and you’re surrounded by trees, trees, more trees, and the ocean.
The next house you walk up to (by yourself) is painted a muted green, and off to the side is a blossoming orange tree, providing the perfect spot of shade for a well-loved pickup truck parked underneath it. Three simple knocks on the door gets you a barking dog and a muffled “Coming!”.
In red house slippers and a matching housecoat, a man in his late 60s answers the door. 
“Hello, sir!” you greet, quickly exchanging introductions and hoping Tobio’s distance along with your charming smile gets you somewhere this time around. “I was wondering if you can help us out?” you ask, gesturing behind you to Tobio’s crossed arms and wandering eyes. “You see, my boyfriend and I are on a little road trip, but we got lost and ran out of gas. Do you happen to know how we can refuel?”
“Sure! But if you’re asking for help, your boy should introduce himself too, no?”
“O-of course!” you start, frantically waving him over from the street. He perks up at this development, politely giving his name.
“Hmm, there’s a gas station about seven miles west of here…” Mr. Mōri answers. “Where are you headed? Perhaps my nephew can give you a lift back home.”
“Sendai, sir,” Tobio says. “My mom and sister are expecting us home tonight for dinner.”
With a full-bellied laugh, the old man pats Tobio on the shoulder, “Sendai? How’d you manage to get yourselves all the way out here? Closest highway’s about an hour drive.” 
“Yeah, we know,” you grumble. “Our GPS cut out and neither of us really knew where to go. We were guessing exits and turns for a while,” you cover, gently elbowing your boyfriend in the side.
The man mutters something along the lines of “kids these days,” clicking his tongue as he begins walking towards his pseudo driveway. With purpose, he opens up the back of his gray pickup, and after a series of clatters, bangs, and concerning scraping sounds, he pulls out a red can with a black nozzle. “We keep these around for the bad storms, but I think it’s as good a time as any to use it, dontcha think?” 
You and Tobio go starry-eyed— who knew your savior was a graying grandpa in slippers? “Yes, sir!” you answer in unison, eyes locked on the gas can in his hands, like dogs waiting patiently for a treat.
He smiles genuinely, silver hair glistening under the sun’s rays. “This should be enough to get you to that station. Now, where’s that car of yours?” he asks, looking around for any unfamiliar cars in the neighborhood.
At his question, you grimace, mostly because you aren’t exactly sure where you left the car. There were a lot of twists and turns, okay? It’s fine though; it’s not terribly far, you’re sure of it. Tobio probably remembers, anyway. “We’re nearby! I don’t think we were walking for too long.”
Your boyfriend goes stiff next to you, his fingers twitching at your waist suggest he has something to say that you’re not going to like hearing. “I have no idea where the car is.”
Your head whips towards him, startling him and Mr. Mōri. “You don’t remember where we parked?!” you squeal, disbelief pitched high enough to scare the birds away. “Should we have left a trail of breadcrumbs, then? Or do you think the rocks will kindly tell us our way back?” you retort, and you should know by now that your boyfriend has never been good at picking up on your sarcasm.
“No, that’s a horrible idea. We’d have birds following us,” he states, like you’re the one who’s being obtuse. “They’d probably shit on me, too,” he grumbles. “And hey! Don’t act like this is only my fault! How come you don’t remember where we parked?”
“Who said anything about me?”
“I did—! No. We’re not starting this now. We’ll go nowhere,” Tobio mumbles, thumb and middle finger coming up to rub soothing circles over his temples.
“Funny, because I said that to you five hours ago,” you bite through an exaggerated smile. Sighing dramatically (not), you throw your head back towards the sky, and now it’s your turn to wish for an arrow amongst the clouds. 
You’re glad Mr. Mōri’s bright laugh interrupts your back-and-forth because you had no real answer for Tobio. With puffed cheeks, you turn to the old man at the same time he offers to drive around and find your car. You instantly perk up, ushering everyone to the truck.
It doesn’t take long before Tobio spots the car first. He takes the gas can and empties it into your tank as Mr. Mōri insists you return to his home before getting back on the road. A woven basket filled with perfectly ripe oranges is presented to you and Tobio, a snack for the road, as he puts it, “Take some with you; share ‘em with your folks after dinner.” 
“Thank you so much! Really, you’re too kind,” you say, unsure of how to accept his gratitude.
“Of course! You remind me of my grandkids,” he says, a fond smile settling onto his features. “Can’t turn them down, no matter what.”
Bidding your farewells is more difficult than it should be, but finally your tank is full and Tobio’s home address is already loaded into the GPS. It’s a bit past 6:00 PM when his speed goes from 65 to zero, and he scrambles out of the car.
“Wha- Tobio, what are you doing?” you yell after him, the sea breeze tousling his hair further, and carrying your words over to him. Faint shadows from the trees cast cool shadows across his skin, contrasting the way his wide grin and the sinking sun behind you fills you with warmth.
“C’mon, c’mon, hurry!” he urges, waving you over as turns to race towards the shore.
It would be foolish to go along with him. It’s really getting late now, and his sister is sure to smack some sense into him later. But being with Tobio is something so beyond precious, you wouldn’t trade your time with him for the universe.
You take off after him, ignoring the sand filling your shoes and letting the sound of the waves crash against the shore overtake the voice in the back of your head telling you to drive home.
He’s already sitting in the sand by the time you reach him, knees pulled to his chest as his chin rests atop them. The horizon stretches for miles upon miles and the wind whistles past your ears, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“‘S a little cold, Tobi,” you say with a shiver as you plop down next to him.
“C’mere, then,” he whispers, tender and sweet. He opens up his arms so you can settle comfortably against him.
Everything seems to be a bit quieter as you sit together, softer, like the sun is offering a cozy farewell as it makes way for the moon. “I was a little mean to you today, baby, ‘m sorry.” Your voice is muffled from your cheek squished against his chest, but the sentiment is there, nonetheless. “I guess I was freaking out more than I thought…” you admit.
“I know,” Tobio says, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “It’s okay, babe. I should’ve just used the GPS,” he laughs. You mumble an affirmative, letting the peace wash over you once more.
“Where’s the sun?” Tobio suddenly asks, and maybe the fumes got to him, because you’re not so sure he should’ve been the one to empty the gas can.
“Huh? It’s behind us,” you reply, gesturing to the golden rays peeking through the trees lining the other side of the street.
He hums, brow pinching slightly and a trademark Kageyama pout on his lips. “I wanted to watch the sunset with you. That’s why I pulled over,” he mumbles, and your eyes light up at the deep red staining his cheeks.
“Awww!” you coo excessively. Your hand cups his jaw to bring his lips down to yours, and you smile at the faint taste of oranges lingering on his tongue. “You’re so cute, Tobio,” you breathe, kissing him again when he bashfully tells you to shut up.
“Yeah yeah,” he sighs, hiding his face in your neck, holding you tighter when you try to pull his face back up. “So why’s that damn sun over there, huh?”
“We’re on the east coast…”
“So?”
“You see the sunrise in the east. It sets in the west— it’s like that little saying!”
Laughter bubbles up from your chest as playful nips behind your ear are followed by a smattering of kisses all over your cheeks. “Don’t get smart with me.”
You don’t respond except for interlacing your fingers with his, cuddling in closer to combat that chilly breeze sweeping along the coast. You don’t watch the sunset together, but you do watch as the stars begin to shine a little brighter with every passing minute. And if you watch them do so in the reflection of his eyes, then who has the evidence?
It’s well into the night before he decides you should probably get going. You’re most definitely late for dinner, but the basket of fresh picked oranges and a stupid story is far more inviting than any squabble is worth.
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adoringhaikyuu · 2 years
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yk those videos where the girls record their bfs sleeping on their chest under their shirt? I feel like kags would do that </3
omg yes and pls keep sending more thoughts
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it's literally his safe place.
the first time he asked, he was so nervous, he thought maybe you'd find it weird, but he was so tired after practice, he literally slumped on top of you in the bed, his head on your chest, one hand on your stomach under your (his) shirt. you could feel it slowly rising, bringing the shirt up along with it and you looked away from your phone with a curious gaze, a small smile on your face.
"thought you were tired, baby?"
he blushes a bit, not even realizing what he was doing. "no i..." he shakes his head against you softly, almost burying his face in you, embarrassed. "i just wanna feel you."
you ran a hand through his hair with your free hand, being with him long enough to understand what he means to say, though he only uses a few words.
"go ahead, bub."
your voice was soft, like a warm blanket, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into you and take a nap. so he did. he slowly raised your shirt, looking at you to make sure it was really okay, leaning into your touch when your hand came up to hold his cheek gently to reassure him.
without another word, he gingerly found his way under your shirt, settling in with his face pressed against the warm skin of your stomach, one hand holding your waist gently. he sighed, content, already drifting off as soon as he closed his eyes. he was completely at peace, ready, after a long day at work, to rest comfortably in his safe place––in your arms.
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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— DUMMY DADDY + tobio kageyama.
↳ warnings: fluff, parent!au, reader is a mother, i just wanted to write tobi as a daddy !!! pls he’s so cute i love him so so much. your baby boy says his first word and it’s not what either of you expect.
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“it’s going to be mama,” you tell kageyama matter of factly. “his first word is going to be mama.”
you don’t need to look at the setter to know that he’s glaring daggers into your back while you prepare a fruitsnack for your baby boy. “how do you know that?” the glares only continue when you turn, holding out a bowl of mushed apples and peach to your son as he gargles happy sounds towards his parents.
“mother’s intuition, tobio.”
your husband scoffs, snatching the bowl from you so you have both your hands to take a seat at the table— sitting on the other side of your baby’s high chair. “well,” he starts. “you’re wrong, s’gonna be papa. ain’t that right lil’ man.” the man coos, hand becoming an aeroplane and garnering the interest of his carbon copy as he spoons the crude baby food mix past tiny lips and into a slobbering mouth. he claps chubby hands down on his high chair, kicking socked feet out when tobio spoon feeds him again. “see? daddy’s his favourite.”
“whatever,” you huff, but you don’t fight the smile that tugs on your lips watching the two of them interact. if tobio is your sun; then your little thirteen month old is your husband’s stars moon and night sky. he’s been kageyama’s favourite person since he was just a twinkle in either of your eyes— since you held up three pregnancy tests over a shitty facetime call when your husband was abroad, playing for his Italian team.
they’ve been inseparable since his birth, as soon as your boy was able to leave the house tobio had his baby carrier court side during practices for the Olympic team. your baby would laugh loud and proud whenever his daddy made super high jumps and sets for uncle hinata, whenever he and uncle tsumu got into little squabbles on the court. your baby smiles just like tobio does when you take him to italy for his first birthday— they’re the spitting image of each other, you’d find that with a quick swipe through your camera roll.
two sets of sapphire blue eyes and mops of black fluffy hair— it’s almost unfair how identical they are, he’s just barely got the slope of your nose and your lopsided smile and somehow the beauty mark you have dotting your left cheek, but still. he’s yours, and tobio’s a product of your love that your husband had cried over when he came into the world silent and not screaming like you’d hoped. only for a minute though, you’d later discover through sleepless nights that your son had a set of pipes on him.
oh how little kageyama had grown, how he’d changed your life as well as his daddy’s… so to you, it didn’t matter what his first word was— not really. it was just another moment for you to treasure and admire your boys.
“tell mama that i’m your favourite,” tobio grins, tickling your chubby little baby till you’re sure his cheeks are sore and you hum in content, resting your own cheek on the seat of your palm.
“not gonna happen, tobi, he’s a mama’s boy,” you interject and reach up, twirling a black strand of baby hair between your fingers. “say mama f’me honey,” it’s your turn to coo, lifting yourself from your seat to press kisses all over the right side of your son’s face.
kageyama mimics you, taking over the left side so that no area of your son’s face goes untouched. “nuh uh, we’ll see about that—!” neither of you expect the baby hand to slap down into his bowl of mush causing it to fly up and everywhere— smacking the father of your child in the face and ruining your counter tops. your baby squeals in amusement, slapping his dirty hands everywhere at the sight of his messy parents.
“no baby, don’t do that,” you whine, already reaching for the paper towels to clean both of your boys up. “so silly, huh baby?”
big blue eyes look up at you with unadulterated innocence— as if he hasn’t just destroyed your kitchen and ruined kageyama’s favourite shirt but you can’t stay mad at him, letting your pro volleyball player husband wipe the mush from his hands and face.
“you’re lucky your mum loves you bud, not even i could get away with this.”
“d-du!” your baby squeals back, making both you and kageyama freeze in your place— slowly looking back to him as he sweetly stumbles over his first word. “du-! duuu!”
you whip out your phone faster than you can say your son’s name— smiling at him encouragingly while he looks between his unsuspecting parents. “go on baby!! say mama, ma-ma!”
“nuh uh, daddy…da-da!”
your son blinks slow and then says. “dum’ass!”
tobio kageyana has never been more in fear of his life than he had right now— your gaze burning a hole in his shoulder while your baby gets his hands dirty in the moosh on his baby chair. “it was nice knowing you, baby.” the setter says solemnly, pinching his son’s cheeks.
“dududu—dum’ass!!”
“tobio—“
“dum’ass!”
kageyama squishes your baby’s face together in desperation, as you put away your phone to finish cleaning up. “c’mon sweetheart, you wanna grow up with your dad in your life don’cha?” he pulls your baby into his lap, making him wave to you on behalf your husband who’s matching blue gem eyes are begging for your forgiveness. “‘m sorry mama!” tobio coos in a baby voice.
“du’mmy!”
“you’re really hitting the nail on daddy’s coffin baby,” you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the pair, ruffling two sets of beautiful black locks and pressing kisses to their faces— an extra long, sloppy lingering one under tobio’s ears. “but i’ll deal with that later, sweetheart. you really need to stop calling uncle hinata names when you take our baby to practice.” you scold him.
but you’re hardly serious, not when your boys look at you with mischievous and loving blue eyes.
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shoulmate · 1 year
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"What's the hardest thing about managing the Adlers?" you repeat the question with a grimace. "Where do I even start?"
The reporter chuckles. "Who's the hardest, then, if you will. It seems to be a trend among the other managers, that the players themselves make it so difficult."
You huff, worn out just thinking about it. "Of course they do. We're basically glorified baby sitters since most of these men are so..." You struggle for the kind way to describe it.
"Neurodivergent?" the reporter mercifully offers, laughing when you nod in relieved agreement.
"Exactly. They're all extremely talented and have good hearts, they're just...neurodivergent." You share a grin with the reporter.
"Any speculation on which athlete the MSBY manager is in a relationship with?"
"I have no idea." You shake your head with an expression of awe and jealousy. "Oh," you sigh, "to be so lucky to have not only a team but a partner with such discretion."
The reporter starts to say something else but a different voice cuts them off.
"You're still talking?"
You and the reporter look up as Kageyama comes over and stands possessively close to you finishing a carton of milk with an obnoxious sucking sound.
"Yes, Tobio," you say with an amused undertone and exchange a knowing look with the reporter who smiles.
Kageyama doesn't like that.
He scowls and wraps an arm around you, pulling you tight against him. "How much longer is this going to take?"
You snort. "Practice doesn't start for another fifteen minutes, Tobio," you chide, "there's no rush."
The reporter grins, ignoring you as they focus on Kageyama. "Just one more question, but for you." Kageyama stiffens defensively. "Any plans for the future?"
Kageyama scowls. "You mean the Olympics? Of course I'm going to try out."
"No," the reporter chuckles and points their pen between the two of you, "I mean with your lovely manager here."
"Oh. Yeah, marriage obviously."
The reporter gapes then looks at you but your mouth is hanging open just as wide, eyes bulging as you look up at him.
"What?!" you ask incredulously.
He shrugs, unconcerned by your shock. "What do you mean 'what'? I told you I love you and I've had the ring for a while now."
You choke on whatever you were going to say and the reporter's scribbling furiously; they ask "why haven't you asked yet?"
Kageyama pouts in confusion. "Should I have?" He glances in the direction of the locker room. "I can go get the--"
"OhmygodTobio it's here?!" you mutter admonishingly. "No! This is not the time or the place!"
He nods, reassured, and nonchalantly crushes the carton. "I didn't think so." He looks at you completely unphased by the situation, by your visible embarrassment. "Can we go set up for practice now? Hoshiumi said he wanted to test something before we got started."
You exhale in exasperation and nod. "Yeah." To the reporter you say "thank you for the interview. I appreciate having a chance to talk to you."
Their replying smile is warm, reassuring that the experience wasn't scandalous or strange but positive and enjoyable. "Thank you for making time with all these...demands." When you mirror their smile they add "and good luck"
--they glance at Kageyama who's towing you away--
"in the future."
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lumiinix · 1 year
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For @amayatodd9905 and Kageyama!
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Beach date, beach date, beach date! He always wanted to take you to one and what better time to do it is on Valentine’s Day! It’s simple, the two of you will plan and have a nice picnic by the beach, munching on the food you have cooked before hand! Then you’ll will play in the sea, you splash the salty water into eachother’s face while he’s chasing you down, the both of you laugh and genuinely having fun. And what better way to end the date then to watch the romantic sunset, enjoy the warm orange hue that hugs the sky, while being next to the person you loved the most.
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐀𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰����𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭$
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All’s fair in love - Event closed!
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simp4emo · 2 years
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New hobbies
(Tobio Kageyama x fem reader) 
Genre : Fluff
Warnings: None
It wasn’t new to find team members waiting by the gym. That’s what Kageyama thought when he saw you, his fellow classmate, leaning on the door of the gym, your eyes fixated on the book you were reading, which after closer inspection turned out to be a manga. It was once he reached the gym’s door that you took notice of his presence. 
“Hey Kageyama-kun!”
“H-hi. What are you doing here ?” He didn’t really mean to sound so blunt. But can you really blame him? The poor boy never really had a proper conversation with someone who wasn’t his family or his teammate. Especially if it wasn’t about volleyball.
« I’m just waiting for someone. » You shrugged.
At that, the raven haired tensed. Someone? A guy ? A girl? Was one of his teammates your boyfriend? And why was he so curious? You were just a girl who happened to be in his class… who also happened to be here, now, in front of his beloved gym.
« He borrowed two of my volumes and he finished reading them. Oh! There he is! »
Both turning to the sound of incoming running steps, Tobio scrunched his eyebrows at the sight of orange locks.
« Hey (L/n)! Kageyama, you’re here too? I thought practice starts in thirty minutes.» Hinata huffed, trying to catch his breath.
« Of course I’m here, idiot! Unlike some people I also take warm up time seriously. »
Deciding to ignore his teammate’s attitude, the ginger turns back to you, with his bright smile on his face.
He bowed as he handed you back the volumes you lent him.
« Thank you so much (L/n)-san! I really enjoyed this series! »
« You’re always welcome. Did you really like it ? »
“ I did! You were right! I need to buy it myself!”
As the two of you rambled on about the next chapter, The dark haired setter tried to follow, clearly confused by the topic the two of you were on. He kind of guessed Hinata was a bit of a nerd... but you? That’s surprising. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the little carrot top. How could someone like him feel so comfortable talking to someone like you? Let alone any girl ?
Their conversation was soon cut short as Hinata excused himself:
« I’m going to the bathroom. Be right back! »
The ginger hurried away leaving an awkward silence between you and the setter. But soon enough, Kageyama decided that, now that all of his embarrassing teammates were out of sight, this was a good time to practice his people skills. 
« So… what’s it about ? » He shyly asked
« Scuse me? »
« The- the story… what’s it about ? “ 
“Oh it’s about this kid who wants to-Oh! Hinata gave me back the first volume. Why don’t you have a look? I’m kinda bad a explaining.” 
Tobio wanted to refuse. He wanted to open his mouth and politely tell you that he wasn’t interested. But seeing your tender smile as you kindly handed the book, made him instantly reach out and gently take it from your hand. He took a minute to check the cool cover, admiring the main character on the front. He then, flipped it to read the summary on the back. The few minutes left before practice were spent with the both of you reading. Kageyama kept asking questions about the plot and characters, so much you had to give him the “read to find out!” speech to calm him down. 
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The next day, you expected lots of thing. You did expect the math test to be hard. You did expect the weather to suck. What you sure didn’t expect, was a certain tall volleyball addict to come by your desk by the end of lunch break. He was holding the manga in one hand and rubbed the back of his neck with the other. 
“What’s up?” you asked. He didn’t answer at first but simply placed the first volume on your textbook. He avoided your gaze, clearly attempting to hide his flushed face from you.
“I-I like it.” 
“Really? You do?” He nodded, still not looking at you. You asked if he’d like you to lend him the second volume so he could read it at home, but you were interrupted by his mumbling. 
“Say what?”
“I-I want to read them together...like yesterday... it’s more fun.” It was now your face that was heating up. For a socially awkward guy, he was pretty straightforward. You smiled as you lowered your gaze to the manga in front of you.
“You got some time tomorrow?”
One year later... 
“I’m telling you! I’ll be there in 5!”
“You just showered Tobio! You can’t just run in the cold with your hair all wet!”
“I can make it!”
“I’ll just record it and we can watch it later.”
“No! It’s not the same!”
“But Tobi, you already read it! It’s the first episode, it’s about the first chapter! Why do you care so much?”
“Cuz! I wanna see it animated! Also... it’s the only time we get to hang out outside of school.” You giggled at his little grumpy tone. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang and you opened the door to a half-dried Tobio.
“told ya.” He pecked your cheek as you both sat on the couch.
“Yeah, yeah, if you get sick I’ll kick your ass!”
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white-poppie · 2 years
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𝟑:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌
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"Stop it," he whispers, tangling his fingers in your hair. The frayed gleams of moonlight illuminate his face; brows scrunched into a frown, yet you can see his flushed expression in the dark of the night.
"Stop what?"
"Understanding me so well," he hisses from between his teeth, eyes hazily opening and staring at you, yet his eyes are filled with such devotion that you feel like your heart might palpitate out of your chest.
"It feels as if you are reading through me; it's scary and I feel too exposed," he mumbled while nuzzling his nose on your shoulder, shaky breaths causing tremors on his chest.
You felt conflicted about whether you should laugh or not. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his waist.
"You are so much more than your confident and supporting self" you answered, “you are so much more stronger than that and you are allowed to have your weak moments.”
His hand sneaked in your t-shirt, rubbing circles with his thumb on the supple skin on your belly.
 “I just look at you and then realize I love you. It terrifies me; it terrifies me to think about what I would do for you," he mumbles placing open lipped-kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.  
 The hour of twilight  made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is. Not the extremely supportive and mature him, but its him without any filters-- the humane part of him, the loving part of him and the intimate part of him. The one you would gladly embrace of comfort, for as long as he needs. 
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