#haikyuu post time skip

[katsu2ji]

wholeheartedly — t. kageyama

a/n: something sweet worthy of a sweet boy. tobio kageyama oh how i love you

the best part of tobio's day has always been getting to come home to you.

had you told tobio kageyama back in high school that he'd have someone to come home to, he would have genuinely thought you were mistaken. the idea of someone to return to at the end of everyday—someone waiting for him, ready to love him and be loved by him in return—was not something that he saw happening in his future. it's not that he was against it, just that it was something he hadn't really prioritized.

going pro with volleyball? no question. but falling in love? absolutely not.

and yet, when the schweiden adlers finally finish their long, gruelling practice at the end of the night, it's you who's on his mind; every night, like clockwork.

he helps shag the balls, takes a shower, says goodbye to his teammates and coach and heads out the door. he takes the same train every time, sitting in the same spot, and texts you to let you know that he's on the way home as soon as he sits down. you're probably already asleep, he thinks, but he's texting you anyway, typing the words out and hitting send. he puts his headphones in and closes his eyes, and the only thing on his mind as he lets the soreness of the day wash over him is how he can't wait to fall asleep next to you.

when he gets home and the lights are out, he knows that he was right—you had fallen asleep. he's careful as he slips his shoes off, sighing as he lets his gym bag slide from his shoulders and onto the couch. he doesn't even bother unpacking his stuff and getting it ready for the next day; all he wants is you.

he stumbles into the shared bedroom, barely being able to see with most of the lights off but refusing to turn anything on in fear of waking you up. he smiles when he sees your sleeping figure, curled up on your side of the bed and hugging his pillow. his heart gives a small squeeze then, a feeling he's still getting used to—all these years, and he still can't believe that it's possible to love someone this much, to have so much love in his heart that he didn't even know could exist in such a large capacity. and yet, here you were as living proof. love incarnate, he thinks.

it's not long before he finally is able to lay in bed with you like he's been wanting, holding you close as he lets out a sigh. he can't help but spare a glance at you, watching your face as you slept. god, you were so cute when you were sleeping, peaceful and content and beautiful. and it's in that moment that he's certain he could spend the rest of his life loving you like this—softly, gently, wholeheartedly. he feels his heart swell with an unmistakeable feeling of tenderness as he places a kiss to your temple, before drifting off peacefully.

he'd never knew a life like this was possible before meeting you, that a love so simple could be so sweet. but now that he'd had a taste of it, he can't imagine a life like any other. tobio kageyama was certain that he would do anything, give up everything, as long as it meant he would be able to come home to you.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[noorpersona]

Favourite Positions: Sugawara

Sugawara Koushi had always been attentive. He had a way of reading you—of knowing exactly what you needed before you even asked. But tonight, you were the one who made the first move.

It started as a simple suggestion, whispered against his lips as you straddled his lap, your fingers curling into his soft, silver-streaked hair. "I want to try something different tonight, Koushi."

He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his brown eyes. "Different how?"

When you told him, his smile widened—slow, intrigued, dangerous.

"Yeah?" His voice dropped, hands squeezing at your waist. "Alright, sweetheart. Let’s try it."

And that was how you ended up here, tangled together, your legs draped over his shoulders, his mouth hot and greedy against you while you did your best to keep up.

It should have been a fair exchange, an even give-and-take. But Koushi wasn’t playing fair.

The second his tongue flicked against you, a slow, precise glide that sent sparks up your spine, you realized you were already at a disadvantage. His grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin as he held you still, fully at his mercy.

You tried to focus, to keep up, your hands gripping him, stroking in time with the slow rock of your hips. You wanted to take him apart the way he was ruining you. But then—

He moaned.

The deep, reverberating sound vibrated against your core, and your body jolted, betraying you.

Koushi chuckled against your skin, smug and knowing. "Oh? That got to you?"

You whimpered, trying to suppress the way your thighs trembled around his head. But he felt it. Of course he did.

"You’re so sensitive tonight, sweetheart." His voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something hungry. "I wonder how long you’ll last?"

Your breath hitched as his tongue worked you over with slow, devastating precision. Each flick, each swirl, each deliberate pressure against your clit sent you spiraling higher, faster than you wanted to admit. He was taking his time with you, making sure you felt every second of it.

You tried to fight back, to make him feel just as wrecked. You wrapped your lips around him, sinking down slow, letting your tongue drag along his length in a way you knew drove him insane.

It worked—his breath hitched, his hips twitching against your mouth. A sharp, shaky inhale.

But then, as if reminded of the game you were playing, he groaned into you, deep and unrestrained.

The sound wrecked you. Your grip on him stuttered, your rhythm faltering, a high-pitched whimper slipping from your lips. And just like that—

He knew he had you.

His hands squeezed at your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, his tongue delving deeper, flicking faster, sucking just hard enough to send you spiraling.

You couldn’t focus anymore. Couldn’t even think.

"K-Koushi—" Your voice broke, your body arching against him as he worked you to the edge with ruthless patience.

"That’s it, sweetheart," he murmured against you. His voice was warm, coaxing, wrecking you. "Let go. I’ve got you."

And you did.

Pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your whole body shaking, tensing, completely unraveling. A sharp cry spilled from your lips, your fingers digging into his thighs as your climax washed over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.

But Koushi—Koushi wasn’t done.

As you gasped for breath, he didn’t let go. Instead, his hands guided you, adjusting you so you could move freely while still hovering over his face.

"There you go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it, sweetheart. Don’t be shy."

Your breath hitched as his tongue pressed against you again, your body twitching from overstimulation.

"I—I can’t—"

"You can," he reassured, hands firm on your thighs, keeping you steady as you ground down against him, chasing the pleasure all over again.

The change in position made it even worse— or better, depending on how you looked at it. You had more control now, more leverage, but the more you rocked against his mouth, the deeper the sensations coiled inside you.

Desperate for something to ground yourself, you let your hands trail down his stomach, wrapping your fingers around him from this angle, stroking in slow, teasing motions as you took him deeper into your mouth.

Koushi groaned into you, his grip on your thighs tightening, fingers digging into your skin as his body tensed beneath you.

His breath turned ragged as your hand moved faster, your grip tightening. He was close.

"Koushi—"

Your voice cracked as you came again, pleasure ripping through you, your whole body trembling in his grasp. The feeling of you tensing, shaking, completely wrecked above him— it pushed him over the edge.

A deep, shuddering groan left his lips as his body tensed beneath you, spilling into your hand as he finally let go, undone by the way you lost yourself above him.

You felt the tremor in his thighs, the way his fingers dug in just a little harder as his breath stuttered, his whole body shaking through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Just ragged breaths, aftershocks still rippling through you both, your limbs tangled, your bodies completely spent.

Then—a soft chuckle.

Koushi pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your thigh before murmuring against your skin, "Think that might be my new favorite."

You let out a breathless laugh, still too wrecked to even open your eyes.

Just as you started to relax, his fingers brushed along your skin, soft, teasing, lingering.

"You alright, sweetheart?" His voice was sweet, too sweet.

You nodded weakly, still coming down, not yet realizing the danger.

Then, his lips curved against your thigh, and he murmured—

"Good. Let’s go for three."

Oh. You were in trouble.

[medblackcoffee]

Drawing Brazil Hinata to distract myself from my country’s steep decline into fascism

[miya-rin]

2 year blog celebration by dropping hq virgin hcs mayb👀👀👀👀

this has been in my drafts for almost a year now so its basically a 3 year blog celebration oops. anon i am SO sorry it took me so long to post this, i hope it reaches you some how LMAO. obviously nsfw under the cut!! f!reader in kuroo’s

virgin!kuroo is way too cocky for his own good, that mf is NOT as good as he claims to be, do not be deceived. he truly believes that pleasuring a woman is the easiest thing alive and everyone who cant is just too ignorant to learn how to, because of this he does not research anything and goes in completely blind. not to hype him up too much but his foreplay is top tier you have to hand it to him, however that does not make up for the fact that he is just so bad at sex the first time you guys do it.

he misses the hole more often than not. his thrusts are extremely sloppy and he doesnt go deep enough for it to even feel good. he cant find the clit for the life of him even if you point it out to him, his nerves when he realises that sex is actually hard work mess him up and he completely forgets where it is. he asks you “do you like that?” after you finally let out a moan and when you reply with a firm “no” he genuinely looks like he is about to cry.

he does last a lot longer than you expected him to in all fairness, but as soon as he does cum he just pulls out and lays down next to you, completely forgetting that you haven’t came yet and then panics and tries to give you head to make up for it. he gets better eventually but the fact that he was just so confident is the funniest thing ever and he gets so embarrassed when you mention it to him.

virgin!kageyama almost cums instantly the first time he slides into you, like im talking barely a minute. you knew that it was his first time having sex with someone and you were making sure that he was comfortable with the fact that you were about to ride him, but as you started lowering yourself onto him he lets go immediately, only getting the tip inside before you have to get off his dick, shooting white spurts of cum everywhere.

he's literally so flustered with the whole experience, from him losing his virginity (even though he insisted it didnt count until he made you cum first), to you straddling him, and him realising that he just made a fool out of himself in front of you. you give him a few minutes to compose himself but as soon as you start again he cums.

hes so embarrassed about it too its literally the sweetest thing. hes all sensitive from still being inside of you but hes trying his hardest to apologise to you. the most he can get out is a little "sorry...you just feel so good."

virgin!kita unsurprisingly is extremely good for it being his first time. i honestly think that he watched a lot of porn - the homemade kind, definitely not the big corporation ones where everything is fake - in order to make sure that he could please you properly. he was very nervous when he started to realise that you wanted to have sex with him for the first time, his kisses became kinda sloppy and his hands were shaking a little against where he had them on your hips.

when you finally told him what you wanted, he insisted on being on top so he could pull out when needed even though you guys were using condoms hes so responsible. he asks you constantly if you are okay as he slides into you for the first time, he screws his face up really tight as a way to ground himself into not cumming on the spot. after 30 seconds of being inside of you unmoving, he finally starts thrusting and it feels amazing. he places his hand on your lower stomach and presses down so you can feel every inch of him (a trick he learnt from a tiktok).

as soon as he makes you cum a wave of relief washes over him and he feels like he is on top of the world. unfortunately though, he spent so much of his energy trying to make you feel good that he gets too tired and embarrassed to make himself cum. he cleans you up and pulls you into his chest, asking you about 10 different questions, all being the same variation of “did you enjoy it? are you sure it felt good?”

he also whimpers the whole time, like constantly. felt like i had to throw that in there somewhere.

virgin!atsumu cums in his pants while youre making out and then cant get it up again due to embarrassment so you dont even end up fucking. im not even giving him a whole section this is all he deserves.

i hope you guys enjoyed!! here is the link to my virgin!kiyoomi post!!

[kenmasssperson]

ִ ࣪𖤐. PINTEREST RECIPESִ ࣪𖤐.

ᴷᵉⁿᵐᵃ ᴷᵒᶻᵘᵐᵉ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Synopsis: Its a lazy sunday for Kenma and his girlfriend, so why not spend it following Pinterest recipes?

Tags: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader, fluff, mentions of hickeys, post timeskip.

(Inspired on a fanart i found in Pinterest but i think belongs to @hakodama5 on X)

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Kenma's golden cat like eyes glanced down at his stained shirt almost condescendingly, with the characteristical air of indifference that seemed to cling to him.

Toothbrush still in his mouth, he rubbed his slender thumb on the fabric of the black oversized shirt he used for sleeping, but the toothpaste mark didn't bulge.

With an annoyed scrunch of his nose he let go of the black cloth he had been holding onto with just the tips of his long fingers, letting out a tired sigh and placing the toothpaste tube on the pearl white surface of the bathroom sink.

Kenma walked back to his room almost lethargically, leaning against the door frame with a cat like yawn.

"What are you doing?" He questioned lazily, his voice still husky from sleep, looking at his girlfriend laying on his bed and scrolling throught her phone.

"I'm on Pinterest" she answered, her hair messily spread across his pillows and the red marks Kenma's teeth had left the night before perfectly visible on the soft skin of her neck.

A ray of early sun had snuck in the room and it danced across her features, giving her face the kind of warm glow seemingly out of a fairytale, and Kenma thought she looked cute.

"You'll go back to your house?" He questioned. She had gotten used to this kind of questions from his part. It sounded like he was trying to get her to leave but in reality, Kenma only asked about what he cared about, and he cared about this because he wanted her to stay.

"Mm, maybe later" she said unconvinced, staring up at him, admiring how good the loose bun looked on him, the way his long big shirt clung to his slender frame and the way the sun caught on his dark hair with dyed blonde ends. She could still remember the time when the dark part of his hair was just overgrown roots and the majority of it was blond. It brought a small smile to her face everytime.

"I thought maybe we could cook or bake something...?" She asked, gazing up at Kenma with big innocent eyes that intenteded to plead with him.

Her boyfriend raised and unimpressed brow as his thumb rubbed on the stain of toothpaste of his t shirt distractedly, his voice coming out in a lazy "Nah".

She chuckled softly and stood up, stretching and yawning in a way Kenma found incredibly endearing. She slightly accomodated the mess of pillows and covers she had made of his bed just to sit on it directly after, fluttering her eyelashes at playfully as she stared at him, "Not even apple pie?" She taunted, her voice sweet and mocking.

"Not even apple pie" he confirmed, his calculative cat like eyes following her every move with laziness, "C'me here"

She pushed herself up and made her way to him, kicking to the side a pair of shoes and the shirt she had discarded last night to wear Kenma's.

His slender fingers closed on the fabric of the dark blue t-shirt he had leant her and tugged her closer once she was within reach. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, burying her face on his chest and breathing in his scent: cinnamon, green apple, a touch of vainilla and warmth.

He stared down at her with half lidded golden eyes, his expression indifferent while he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing the redish mark on her neck.

His fingertips barely brushed against her skin as he traced the hickeys carefully, apreciating them. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned down until she could feel his breath fanning her neck.

His lips slowly pressed a lazy kiss to the blooming bruise, making her shiver, as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Her fingers found their way to his hair, gently playing with the loose strands of his bun.

"Maybe we can bake something..." He murmured softly into her ear, closing his eyes at the feeling of being pet, "One of those Pinterest recipes"

A bright smile formed on her face and she chuckled at the blissfull state of her lethargic boyfriend, "Really?" She teased softly.

"Mmm, really" he hummed lazily against her neck, his fingers tugging on her shirt just a bit more, "If you stay home with me"

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Comment if you want a part two (ill probably write one anyways), but i hope you liked it!!

(it was so hard because it got completely delated and i had to re-write it so maybe some details got lost...)

[littleleafbugblog]

A little comic about Kageyama visiting Hinata in Brazil!! I'm a sucker for anything post-time skip

[plagalkey]

always a clingy kouhai

[annicht]

teamwork

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader | very suggestive fluff

word count: 1.8k

Warnings: post timeskip Kuroo x coworker! reader, fluff nsfw-ish language

@ anni says: I'm Kuroo Tetsurou's whore. neways, this was just another self indulgent drabble that was lost in my drafts. [cover by loony, go give her some lov]

the lingering stares, the coffee excuses, the light subtle touches while exchanging papers, the gossipy chatting every lunch break,

the way you look so goddamn hot when you’re focused in your work and how that sometimes distracts him from his own work…

and also the inhuman strenght he needed to gather to divert his stare from your plump thighs when you cross your legs under the desk… the privileged view from his desk across from yours can be also a burden sometimes

and then there’s that damn high heels you use… not often, though. only when there’s important meetings. makes you feel more confident, you said once. but god, when you use it he just want to lay on the floor for you to step on him

there’s more and more and so much more about the office bond he shares with you that irks him both in the right and wrong ways.

working in the JVA marketing implied that your most strong stakeholder was the promotion division, once the areas needed each other to thrive

therefore, makes total sense that you and Kuroo were so close to each other, right?

so it’s normal when you’re training a new intern and he tags along with the excuse to help you, but spends the whole time glaring menacingly at the guy when he stares at your cleavage a little to much, isn’t it?

or when he passes by your desk, leaving a chocolate every other week, with his handwriting in a note thay says “that presentation was sick, congratulations ;]” or “you deserve a raise, but take this chocolate in the meantime >:)” or some other silly thing that makes you smile

your eyes always dart to him, flashing a playful smile

but you also can’t help but think to yourself that he wanna fuck you so bad— and the thought itself is so entertaining that you shake your head, snorting, as he eyes you puzzled

the tension is clear for you as much as it is for him… he, too, checked all your boxes. a handsome smoking hot smart and competent man that has his eyes set on you? you’d be crazy not to enjoy

so, eventually, you would throw paper balls at him while he’s focused, making him roll his eyes and smirk

but also, you bring him coffee when you go get it for you. you know how he likes, he works so close to you, why wouldn’t you bring him one too?

and the glint in his eyes makes it worth it every damn time

neither of you were making the first move so soon, but everyone in the office knows about the unspoken bond you share, gaining some attention in gossip groups around the floor

but then, one day, you were working until very late, apparently alone at the office.

and suddenly, he popped up back in the office after having left already, with a can of beer, a loosened tie, two buttons opened, walking torwards your desk, placing the beer on your desk, beside your papers

you looked at him tilting your head puzzled

“Where did you get that?”

“At the bar across the street”

you tilted your head even more

“You were at the bar across the street and came back to the office to hand me a beer?”

“Exactly”

he said matter-of-factly, making you snort. his words were subtly slured, indicating he drank enough to get at least tipsy

“Why?”

“Why not?”

he answered shrugging, and you read through his attempt to divert the topic. but you also know he’s very stubborn, so you just brush it off

“How did you even know I was still in the office? It’s late…”

you say, while opening the can and looking at the hour on your computer

“It’s the first Monday of the month, you always stay late finishing the monthly report… Besides, I saw the light on from across the street… just put two and two together”

“Damn, you’re good—”

you say, amazed at how he memorized your routine by now, while sipping your beer, sighing as the cold liquid soothes your tense muscles, feeling the last motivation to end the report today getting obliterated

he watches your every move like a hawk, walking sneakly behind your chair to rub your shoulders

you sigh, feeling a chill down your spine with his touches, humming softly with the massage

“You’re done with the report?“ he asked, his fingers rubbing circles in your back muscles, sliding to your shoulders. you lean in his touch

“No… But I think I can finish it tomorrow morning,” you reply, trying to suppress the pleasure in your voice from his magical touch.

he chuckles lightly, lowering his torso to lean closer, his breath hitting your neck, making you shiver embarrassingly

“That’s what I thought,” he says softly, his hands never ceasing their movements, the tension that’s been building between the two of you for months feels like it’s finally reaching a boiling point

before things get awkward, you start to stand up from your chair, closing your laptop on the desk, sipping your beer casually,

he took advantage of the moment to pull your chair away, leaning closer, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth on your ear

“Don’t I deserve a… reward… for the beer and the massage?”

he whispered, his words borderline suggestive, the warmth of his breath making your heart race, his arms encircling your waist in a new way… despite your supposed closeness, it’s the first time you feel him this close.

his voice is like velvet, seductive and irresistible, making you question if this was a good idea.

you pathetically place your free hand on the desk to anchor yourself, feeling the weight of the intensity that has been building between you

”Is that what you’ve been thinking about all this time? Pinning me on the desk when there’s no one around?“

you whisper back, your voice dropping to a sensual tone as you lean back in his chest, looking at him through your shoulder

the tension is palpable, your mutual attraction finally coming to a head. you put your beer down on the desk, meeting his gaze with a daring look, ready to cross the line you’ve been flirting with for so long.

“And what if I have?” he whispers back, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. “What are you going to do about it?”

his challenge hangs in the air between you, a gauntlet thrown down, waiting for you to pick it up.

and that’s exactly what you do.

you turn around to face him, raising your chin to line your mouth with his, as his hands unconsciously sneak around your waist and your hands rests on his chest

“I might just finally kiss you… would that be bad?”

his eyes darken when he realizes you’re on the same page, his hands working to pull you closer.

“That might be the best idea you’ve ever had,”

and just like that, you two give up, succumbing to the tension building for months,

he leans in, or you lean in… its indistinguishable who kissed who first, but you capture each other’s lips in a heated intense kiss, your tongues already seeking each other’s and you taste the faint malt of the beers he had earlier, sighing with the deliciousness of it all

he gives one step further, boxing you on the desk behind, making you lean back, his hand traveling down your hips

you retaliate, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting softly, making him groan

he pushes his tongue inside your mouth again, and you gladly take it, sucking on it, kissing him back with the same passion

it feels almost relieving having him like this after so much tension building. it feels right.

he parts the kiss, but keeps his lips on your jaw, leaving a trace of wet kisses down, reaching your neck

you lean your head back, giving him free reign there, which he gladly take it, switching from kisses to bites, making you moan softly

your moan unlock something primal in his brain, and one of his hand on your hips travel down your thigh, reaching the back of your knee, pushing up on his waist, while the other arm encircle your waist, pushing you flush against him

all that while assaulting your neck with languig nibbles, and you can’t help but let out a chuckled moan with a smug smile

“Fuckk… eagerrr, are we?”

you say, low and purring, and the way you draw the words from your mouth goes straight to his pants, making his cock twitch, unconsciously grinding his hips against your thigh.

he grins, groaning a little in your neck, the tone vibrating against your chest

it takes you the damn last bit of strenght to knock some sense into him

“Mmhm… Kuroo… there’s cameras in the office… ”

you say slightly breathless, threading your fingers in his hair, gripping, trying to pull him away from your neck

“Call me Tetsurou”

he say lowly and you can’t help but huff a breathy chuckle

“Tetsurou…” you say, rolling his name from your tongue, liking the sound of it “there’s cameras—”

“They’re not gonna check the cameras unless something gets stolen…”

“We’re not fucking in the office,” you say categorically, your last ethical straw working doubled against the wetness in your panties

he parts from your neck, looking straight at you with hazel hazy eyes, his lips curling in his famous lazy smirk with a hint of smugness

“Oh? So we are fucking then?”

you narrow your eyes, he got you now.

you snort, grabbing his tie and pulling him for another kiss, mumbling a quick “Shut up”

he kiss you while chuckling against your mouth, his hand on your thigh progressing further, sliding your skirt up and invading under the hem of the clothing, feeling the soft skin he drooled so many times before—

“Not here, Tetsuro—”

he grumbles, releasing your thigh and raising his hands in mocking surrender

“Okay, okay… I get it” he says, then he takes your hand, pulling you closer to him “but you’re coming to my place now, and I’m not taking no for an answer”

as you two leave the workplace giggling and holding hands, your coworkers on the bar across the street watch the scene, all ready to let the gossip spread, but also knowing it was bound to happen eventually

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° stains where you should be

( hinata shoyo x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — back in my haikyuu writing era ;)

♡ word count — 1.1k

♡ content — hinata shoyo x fem! reader, brazil! hinata, pro beach volleyball player! reader, slight nsfw, 18+, no explicit nsfw but it is mentioned, manga spoilers ig? even though i'm sure that many people know how it ends, established relationship, messy relationship, yearning, lmk if i missed anything!

♡ synopsis — after half a year in Brazil, the only time hinata feels like he is home...is when he's with you.

The first time Hinata sees you, you’re standing in the sand like you were born there.

The wind howls around you, but you don’t waver. The sand shifts beneath your feet, but you don’t stumble. Every movement is precise, every step purposeful.

You’re not just playing beach volleyball—you are the game, completely in sync with the rhythm of the court, the rush of the ocean breeze, the pulse of competition.

Hinata watches, entranced.

He came to Brazil to train, to push himself beyond his limits, to become more than just the player he was. But here, on the beach, everything is different.

The sand swallows his steps, the wind steals his control, and suddenly, the court he knew so well has transformed into something untamed.

He’s never played like this before, never had to adjust for an environment that fights back.

But you? You make it look effortless.

The match ends, and he’s already moving toward you before he fully realizes it. His shirt sticks to his skin, damp from his own practice, but all he can think about is you.

“How do you do it?” he blurts out, still catching his breath.

You turn, blinking at him with an unreadable expression. Up close, you’re even more intimidating—not in size, but in presence. Like you know exactly who you are, like the world doesn’t shake you.

“Do what?” you ask, tilting your head.

Hinata gestures vaguely to the sand, the wind, everything. “That! The way you move, the way you—like the wind doesn’t even touch you. How do you jump like that?”

A slow smile tugs at your lips. “I guess I just got used to it.”

“Teach me,” he says immediately, voice alight with determination. “Please.”

You exhale, watching him for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. Hope you’re ready to eat a lot of sand.”

It starts as training.

Late-night sessions on the sand, long after the sun has dipped below the horizon. The two of you meet when the rest of the world has gone quiet, when the only sounds left are the crash of waves and the occasional distant laughter from a nearby beach bar.

At first, he struggles. A lot.

The sand betrays him. The wind mocks him. The game he thought he understood has changed, and he stumbles over his own feet more times than he can count.

You laugh every time.

“Did you just trip over the air?” you tease as he groans, face-first in the sand.

“It moved!” Hinata protests, spitting out a mouthful of grit. “I swear the sand moved!”

You roll your eyes, offering him a hand. He takes it without hesitation.

The nights blur together—long hours spent chasing the ball, learning the subtle shifts of the wind, adjusting his jumps. He gets better. He learns fast. And as the training stretches on, something else changes, too.

One night, after an exhausting session, you tilt your head at him. “My place is closer than yours,” you say. “You can crash there if you want.”

Hinata hesitates for only a second before nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

Your home is small but warm. The kind of place that feels lived in, filled with little pieces of you—a shelf lined with trophies, photos pinned up on a board, the lingering scent of something citrusy in the air.

You toss him a towel and some clean clothes. “These should fit you.”

Hinata looks down at the oversized towel wrapped around his waist. “What? You don’t like my new look?”

You snort. “Not unless you plan on making it a fashion statement.”

He grins but takes the clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, you’re already settled on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

Hinata isn’t really watching.

His gaze drifts to you—the way you’re curled up, comfortable, the way the screen flickers across your face. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to be closer.

The movie ends. You stretch, turning to him with a sleepy smile. “Goodnight, Hinata.”

Before he can stop himself, he leans in and kisses you.

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer, and before either of you fully register what’s happening, you’re tangled together—breathless, desperate, lost in each other.

By the time you make it to your room, he’s memorizing the way your skin feels under his hands, the way your laughter gets caught in your throat. You sigh his name.

And for the first time since coming to Brazil, Hinata feels like he’s home.

You are happy. Really happy.

Days spent playing, nights spent wrapped up in each other, whispered confessions between laughter. You make promises in the dark, in the spaces between his dreams.

And then—he leaves.

Hinata tells you he’ll come back. Of course he will. How could he not? Brazil changed him. You changed him. He says it with so much conviction that you believe him.

But then the months pass. And pass.

You call. No answer. You text. No response.

Then one day, you see the headline.

“Hinata Shoyo Signs with MSBY Black Jackals”

The picture shows him back in Japan, grinning, surrounded by everything he once dreamed of.

Your hands tremble as you set your phone down. You wait for a message, for anything.

But nothing comes.

And for the first time, you wonder if he ever planned to come back at all.

It happens at a match.

You’re focused on the game, locked in, until you feel it—eyes on you.

When you glance to the side of the court, he’s there.

Hinata, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you like he did that first time.

Your chest tightens.

After the game, he approaches, hesitant but there.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You exhale. “Hey.”

For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then, he swallows. “Can we talk?”

You hesitate before nodding.

The restaurant is quiet. The food is untouched.

Hinata had requested a private room for the two of you, the empty room almost seeming as if it was mocking you. You'd rather be playing volleyball naked, you think.

Anything would be better than this strange form of torture Hinata has put you through.

You stare at your glass, and then the words slip out before you can stop them.

“I waited for you.”

Hinata’s breath catches. His grip tightens around his drink. “I know.”

Your voice wavers. “I waited, and you didn’t come back.”

When you finally look at him, tears are welling in your eyes.

Hinata feels something in his chest break, and before he can think—he’s kissing you.

Between kisses, he mumbles

I missed you.

Missed Brazil.

Missed us.

I love you.

When you pull away, your voice is quiet. “Then prove it.”

And this time—he will.

He swears by it.

trying to get back into multi-fandom writing :) hope this was good!

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[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

College thoughts with the Nekoma 2nd years

[oneforblu]

timeskip kagehina is so special and dear to me. all that growth, all that time dedicated to becoming the best players, after spending so much time in high school, they never lost touch. all their hard work paid off. the losses, the times they felt defeated, and all of the pain led them to find their way back on the court to play together again. just so beautiful <3

[katsu2ji]

imagine telling sugawara all about your special interest and him just sitting there and genuinely listening to you. he loves the way your face lights up as you talk about the thing you love so much to the point that it’s sometimes all you can think about. he’d ask questions to keep you going and make the conversation feel less one sided, to show you that he truly cares. he doesn’t mind that you’re rambling, barely aware of how long you’ve been talking or whether or not he even knows what you’re talking about—the fact that you trust him enough to talk about your special interest with him, to share this part of you, is more than enough. he doesn’t care how “weird” or niche it is, he’s just happy to be there learning from you. if you feel guilty afterwards for info dumping and being “too much,” he wouldn’t hesitate to remind you that you are anything but. all he wants is for you to be happy, and seeing you this excited makes him the happiest man alive.

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[hitoshi-yuuto]

Kuroo : Ooh, somebody has a crush!

Yaku : Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Lev I just think he's stupid, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him.

*Later that night*

Yaku, very much awake : Uh oh.

[maeism]

KURONEKO tetsurō kuroo ; prologue black cat

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; ⎯⎯ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; (291)

nine lives seems like plenty of time to live. loving, long, and overdue. anything could happen in those nine lives. happy, sad and miserable. 

they say a cat has nine lives. nine chances to escape, to cheat death, to begin again. 

but what if these rules, these nine lives, were applied to people? to love. 

love, too, can survive things that should have ended it. it can endure heartbreak, distance, regret, hurt. it can die and come back, weaker or stronger, better or worse.

you can give love nine tries before it disappears. before passion turns to habit. before want turns to need. before love turns to lust. 

before it turns into something unrecognizable. 

how unfair it is, to love this much, only to never get it right.

kuroo and y/n gave love a try. and another, and one more. falling, crashing, failing, and again and again and again. until one day, there were no chances left. 

each time they found their way back to each other. 

each time, love felt a little different, a little worn, a little harder to hold on to. as if, with every try they inched closer to the edge. 

each time, they swore it would be the last.

maybe love was never meant to have nine tries. maybe, if they needed that many, it was already doomed. 

but if that were true,

why did they keep trying?

why did it feel like love always returned? or rather, why did it feel like it was never gone?

why did he still look at her like that?

why, after everything they went through, did it still feel unfinished?

nine lives should've been enough. 

maybe they were. 

or maybe, just maybe,

love has one more left. 

a/n : i'm so excited to start this project and i really hope you enjoy it as much as i do !

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[amortemiux]

Guys stay with me now

1+10+5+21 = 37

What happens in chapter 37 of the haikyuu manga?

This happens in it.

(I know I'm delusional but I'm happy being delusional so please come and be delusional with me )

[randomdoodlesandstories]

Haikyuu Men(time skip) when their Gf has her Per*od ( Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou and Kenma Kozume)

Kenma:

Okay, first, this guy works at home.

second, he's a streamer, bro's his own boss.

Thus he can DEFINITELY stay next to you 24/7 (Unless his fans badger him into streaming.)

Probably wraps you in warm blankets and gives you all his games so you guys can play them together.

He tries to make you comfort food like fries and chips but fails, so he just buys them instead.

But at least he can make hot cocoa. :P

He'll play games next to you when you have terrible cramps while you sleep.

If he really has to stream, he'll make sure you are fully comfortable with like a ton of games, some food, hot drinks, blankets and lets you sit with him.

he give you personal space when you need it and comfort as well.

Suna:

Tries to get out of practice ASAP

Stares at his phone twice more often during practise.

Makes you comfortable by giving you five times more blankets, games, music, movies basically anything you need.

When you tell him you miss him via text, he comes back in under ten minutes.

The coach can't do anything about it cuz he will and can blackmail the coach if he doesn't let him out.

I feel bad for the coach :(

When he gets back, he will tell you all the gossip and rumours.

which, by the way, 80% of the rumours were spread by him.

If you ask, is more than happy enough to show you all his pictures and videos.

Cuddles with you nearly all the time.

has no sense of personal space.

Also tries to make you comfort food but mostly he buys them from his friend Osamu, cuz you like Osamu's rice balls.

By the end of the day, you basically know every volleyball player's secrets and rumours brought to you by Suna. XD

Osamu

Okay, first of all, his guy can actually make amazing-tasting comfort food. ( Unlike the other two lol)

Tries to stay home but his business needs him.

Before he leaves, he makes you any food you request and when he comes back he brings you all your favourite Rice balls ( Yum )

Will watch whatever you want to watch with you.

Dinner will literally be equal to a 3-star Michelin restaurant.

When you want to he will cuddle with you.

Let you enjoy peace and quiet when you want to.

Blankets, food, movies, games, name it. he will try to buy it.

If you text him about what food you crave, will make it for you immediately.

I'm probably going to talk nonstop about his food. :P

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm hungry.