#tobio x y/n

[kiatoru]

"tobio!"

you singsong happily, humming gently as you walk into your house. your eyebrows furrow slightly as silence meets your call.

"tobio?"

you ask again, peering around the living room in search of your fiance who should be home by now. you startle as you hear a loud banging and a crash, followed by a frustrated groan come from the kitchen and you rush down the hall.

the second you step in the room, your eyes begin to water as smoke hits you. you run to the windows and fling them open, coughing slightly. you turn around to see tobio sitting on the floor, a pout etched into his pretty face.

"mind explaining what happened here, baby?" you question gently. he sighs and raises his head to meet you, blue eyes shining.

"wanted to make you dinner," he mumbles. you glance around the kitchen at his attempt at "dinner" and wince.

"well... thats much appreciated my love, however... you are currently banned from ever trying to cook without my direct supervision again, okay?"

he sighs and nods, standing up a bit awkqardly and draping his huge form over you, tucking his face into your neck.

"sorry for ruining dinner..."

"its okay," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, "it was kind of you to try... despite not knowing how to cook."

a muffled groan escapes his lips and you giggle softly.

"now, why dont you start cleaning up while i order us some takeout, sound good?"

he looks around the messy kitchen before giving you a resigned nod and a peck on the lips.

"sounds good."

[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 17TH ] COCK WARMING - TOBIO KAGEYAMA x fem! reader (stalker au)

synopsis; tobio has been in love with you all this time, although you don't know this. he has been watching you, every step you take and now he has finally entered into your house. he sees you. wk; 2k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, non-con, somnophilia, creampie, stalking, breaking and entering, unprotected sex, nicknames, tobio kinda a yandere in this, beta read!

notes; i thought this header kinda looked like tobio. scream kinda inspired this. hope you like it. remeber to change settings to unhide mature posts and remember to reblog, like and comment!

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you always felt like someone was watching you. whether it be in your house, in your bed, at school or at work. it felt like eyes were on you, stalking your every move. somehow some way, knowing everything about you yet then not knowing anything at all. 

you felt that feeling again today too. the shiver down your spine the moment you entered into the library. you felt it make its way up your skirt and rest at the bottom of your back. that feeling and bad energy, like something was coming out to get you. 

perhaps? maybe? no, it couldn’t be. you shook off the feeling the moment it made a profound statement. it was all in your head. 

you sat quietly in the library. subconsciously playing with your white leg warmers as you read upon romance, your favorite genre. it was dragging you in bit by bit. each word dripping with curiosity. you wore your headphones and tried to block out the world. 

all of a sudden a man came to sit in front of you. this irked you, out of all the seats available he had to pick the one ahead? you gave a fake smile, trying to get on with your day. the man pointed to his ears, signaling you to take off your headphones. 

“is it alright if i sit here?” he asked in a monotone voice. he looked odd. odd in a good way. he was a younger man, about your age. he had black hair and dark blue eyes. he look enchanting with his pale skin and bags under his eyes. you looked down at your book pages and then at him, he looked like one of the princes in your story. 

“yes, g-go on right ahead,” you gulped. feeling nervous that this handsome man wanted to sit in front of you. he wore a black hoodie and seemed mysterious. but you were a person afraid of others. you didn’t trust strangers and you had every right to feel this way. the world was bad as it was, you didn’t want none of that. 

you were about to put your headphones back in when you noticed he was glancing at your book. “do you want to read this?”

“n-no, no i was just…looking. it looks interesting.” you noticed he was shy. 

you pulled the book up to show the title. “it’s romance. if that’s your thing.” you chuckled. he also laughed and your heart fluttered seeing his smile. 

“i am not too keen on romance but if you recommend it, i’d give it a shot. so do you come here often?”

you nodded, “i try to come here almost every single day. it’s my me time, a place where i can zone out, you know. you?”

“here and there.”

“that’s funny. you’d think i’d recognize you. i can offer you some great recommendations on books. and no, not all of them are romance.”

the young man smiled and put his hand out to you, “tobio kageyama.”

you shook his hand, “my name is-”

“y/n...and i look forward to your recommendations.” he finished your sentence.

all the happy talk was flushed away. those butterflies were now replaced with a pit in your stomach. “h-how do you know my name?” your hands shook all of a sudden. your eyes widened in fear. 

“i think i saw it on a library list somewhere around here. it had your picture, it said you were the number one visitor or something.” his eyes never left yours and never blinked. that was something you noticed from the very beginning was how hard his stare was. it burned deep within you. never leaving your form. it was uncomfortable and creepy. he wore a tiny smirk, something evil and you knew this guy was bad news. 

you packed up all your items. “sorry to l-leave so early but i gotta go back home. i have classes tomorrow.” you quickly ran out of the library, thinking about that man.

you calmed down after a bath and went to put a spooky movie on the tv. you craved popcorn so you put the tinfoiled cover pot on the stove and waited for the kernels to pop. even though you were relaxed, the back of your mind was still thinking about that guy. how did he know your name? 

your phone ringing knocked you out of your trance. you saw that it was your best friend yuu. “heyyyyy y/n. me and my buddies are going to a halloween party today? wanna come? i’ll pick you up.”

you honestly didn’t feel like going to a party at all especially after everything with your nerves. as you were about to answer you heard a bump coming from the entrance to your house. “um, yuu. i’m kinda busy now and i’m not really in a party mood. i, um, i got my period and yeah it’s bad like throwing up and stuff so how about next time.” you grabbed a pan and slowly tiptoed your way to the sound. your heart was in your throat, pumping from fear. 

“alright, i guess next time.” yuu hung up. you kind of wished he stayed on just in case something happened to you. your mind already went there. you jumped out from around the corner and low and behold. 

“nothing, jeesh what is the matter with you y/n?” you wanted to wack yourself. you were being ridiculous. 

you jumped when your phone rang again. harshly, you clicked the answer button and shouted, “yuu i said i don’t want to go to your stupid halloween party. get lost-”

“hello y/n,” the voice on the other end was deep and rough. 

“yuu, what the hell are you doing? are you trying to do a prank call? too bad it’s me. i know it’s you.”

the other line was breathing in and out. “i can see you.”

“oh really?” you put your finger in your nose. “what am i doing? huh? huh? what am i doing? hello? nice try yuu.” you giggled, loving that you caught him in the act. you hung up the phone and went with the rest of your day. not caring and not knowing that the phone call was indeed not your best friend. 

you were sleeping soundly. cuddling with your blanket. leg dangling on the edge. what you didn’t know was there was someone watching you. 

tobio kageyama. a fellow student in your college. you didn’t know this but he was obsessed with you, he felt healthily. he knew every place you liked to go and so much about you. what you liked and disliked. your interests. he knew when and how much you went to the library because he was stalking you. he followed you everywhere you went and who you associated with. he finally had the courage to come talk to you in the library and he knows you might have been scared but if you got to know him you would love him. 

he managed to get into your house while you were on the phone and waited till you fell asleep. he was in your closet, watching you peacefully in rest. it made him feel so overjoyed with love for you. he truly loved you. and he couldn’t help but have a boner seeing you in nothing but panties. the way your breast moved up and down in tune with your breathing. and your perky nipples standing for attention. it all made him want to take you right then and there. he loved the way you smelled, the way you walked, talked, how you did your hair and how you dressed, how you did your makeup, how you conducted yourself, your personality, your love, you were his, he knew this. and if you didn’t know this, you will soon. 

tobio gulped as he nervously took his shirt off and pants, leaving him in only his briefs. he gently moved your sleeping body to the side and laid behind you. his cock tipping your cunt. he inhaled your hair and gently licked your neck. you moved in your sleep but you were extremely tired and a heavy sleeper. tobio placed his clothed dick in between your legs and moved in and out making him develop precum and soaking through his underwear. he bit his tongue to stifle his moans because your legs were so tightly held together that it was so delicious the feeling. the way his rough underwear dragged against his sensitive cock, it made him so horny. 

tobio pulled his briefs down to have his thick cock hanging out. it was touching his abdomen and swollen. he carefully lifted your leg causing you to whine. “shhh it’s okay baby. i got you. this is gonna feel so good, i promise to make you happy and feel the best. i love this beautiful pussy. i want this so bad.” he almost cried at the sensation of his cock finally being inside you. he waited so long for this. you were meant to be his. his dick dragged slowly in, popping inside you. “fuuuuuck,” tobio cried, hugging you so close to him so he can feel all of you, especially your heart rate quicken. he found it so cute to see your brow furrow in lust. “that’s it baby.” he almost cummed right then and there. your leg was bent before him holding it up. you were limp in his arms. he stayed right there. having his cock burrow inside you and call it home. the feeling was indescribable but also comfort to tobio. he loved how his dick was like a puzzle piece in your cunt. the missing piece. his thick, upright shaft stayed inside you. warming him up and oozing all over his veins and thick skin. it too everything out of him not to start moving but he wanted to enjoy this moment. wanted to enjoy being in bed with the love of his life. so he stayed there and laid beside you while his cock pressed inside. he almost was overtaken by sleep. he felt he was about to go crossed eyes at how good you fit with him. seeing stars the moment he entered into you. he wanted to feel this feeling forever. he could see himself being addicted to your pussy. it was like a drug to him, he couldn’t just have one hit. 

again he set the pace. slow and steady. he wanted to really feel you so he went in his pace. “fuckkk, that’s it. right there.” your pussy was so tight. he loved how you took him. squeezing him inside, your cum mixing with his. he loved seeing his stringy cum inside of you. you gathering it inside you as if in a dire situation. “fuck, you feel so good y/n. i’ll do anything for you. anything.” he vowed as he thrusted higher and harder in you. he pinned your body down and repeatedly pumped inside you. noticing how wet you were getting and your body was reacting to it. it was too much for him, at this point he couldn’t break free. your eyes were starting to flutter and sure enough then opened wide. 

“wh-what the?” you cried as tobio covered your mouth. needing to finish. 

“take it in, yes that’s a good girl,” he muttered in your ear as he didn’t stop pistoning. you were so overwhelmed with feeling. your eyes widened as you realized this was the man from the library. and the bump? was that him? even though you had so many questions and were scared you couldn't help but cry and moan as your pussy got wetter each second. you screamed at how sensitive you were and how much he was giving you. you had never had sex this way before. 

tobio didn’t leave your eyes, he decided to finish inside you. and so he did. his white cum drenched your walls. you barely knew who this guy was and yet he was fucking you so good. “right there,” you managed to cry out. your vision went hazy with his position. “y-you need to get out of my house…” sweat drenched your forehead. tobio was still inside you, coating your every crevice. 

he smiled a big smile, creepy and teethy, “no i’m not. i’m not finished…in fact. i’m just getting started.”

[softxsuki]

hi! i would like to request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? if it’s possible, i’d like a third year kageyama with fem!Reader please. i would like if he called me 'honey' in the letter! we’ve been friends through highschool years (maybe we were seat mates, and progressively got closer) and we’re about to graduate so he finally confesses his love for me. for tone and genre it’d be great an adoration and pure fluff, where he feels stupid for not realizing his feelings earlier and talks about his fascination over reader. location: we still are seat mates, so he leaves it in my desk before leaving for training, along with some candy. xtra info: we’re both 17/18, i’m constantly described as sunny and clever, so i kind of help him a lot academically, and like to go see him play. thank you in advance, i hope you have great valentines

Kageyama's Confession Letter to His Friend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Kageyama x Fem!Reader| Genre: Fluff| Post-Type: Letter| Word Count: 730|

Warnings: a kiss

Note: Hey, thanks! Happy Valentine's Day, hope you enjoy your letter from Kageyama!

You wave goodbye to Kageyama as he heads to volleyball practice like usual, though he looks nervous and runs out before giving you a second glance like he usually did at the end of the day. 

Though, you shrug and go to your desk to get your things and that’s when you see the envelope and a small box of chocolates in a heart box on your desk. Did you have a secret admirer? It was Valentine's Day after all, but you weren’t expecting to actually receive anything from anyone. You carefully open the envelope and read it’s contents;

Y/N,

Uh Happy Valentine’s Day. 

We’re already seniors and soon we’ll be going our separate ways to university and following our dreams. But before that, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you. I was stupid for letting it go this far without saying anything, but I can’t pretend like all I feel for you is friendship. 

I hate this feeling in my chest whenever other guys come up to you. What if they jump in before I decide to finally grow a pair and tell you first? 

Y/N…I like you, I have liked you for a while now despite how hard I tried to push those feelings away. I thought maybe volleyball was the only thing I’d be able to hold in my heart, but you’ve managed to squeeze yourself in and I can’t seem to get you out of my head. 

I know it’s stupid and you don’t have to return my feelings. But I’d be an idiot to just let you go without saying what I truly feel.

You’ve managed to deal with an idiot like me this long, helping me in the classes I struggle with so I don’t get banned from playing Volleyball. You’re the reason I’ve been able to pass all my classes and stay in Karasuno.

I know it seems sudden, I tried my best to act normally around you, but I can’t hold it in any longer. You don’t know how hard I’ve held myself back during our games when we win. My eyes automatically look for you first to see if you’re looking back, which you always are…

I hate how cheesy it is for me to say all this on Valentine’s Day, but you seemed sad last year when the other girls received chocolates and other trinkets from their admirers. Even if you don’t feel the same way, then please keep the chocolates anyway. 

That’s all I wanted to say. Do with these words as you please, you know where to find me if you feel the same.

Tobio.

Your feet quickly carry you to the gym where you knew his team was currently practising for an upcoming match. You burst into the gym, out of breath, causing all eyes to turn to you as you walk up to Kageyama and drag him away from you, muttering apologies to his team but asking for a minute of his time.

Kageyama grumbles, his face going red as you walk him out of the gym for a little more privacy, away from the curious eyes of his team. He’s about to scold you for just dragging him away like that without warning, even though he really didn’t mind, he was just freaking out. Were you going to yell at him for liking you? Or maybe you were going to say he made you uncomfortable and didn’t want to be his friend anymore. He’d never been this nervous before.

Seeing the internal battle in his eyes, you ease his thoughts by leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips. 

“Of course I’ll be yours. You should have told me sooner. I thought I was the only one feeling this way,” you breathe out, almost amused.

His ears are bright red from the kiss and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, yet his stomach is in a jumble of knots.

“Then uh, you wanna stick around so we can go out after practice?” He asks, unsure of himself.

You nod in agreement, letting him go back to practice while you watch. He’s very new at this, you’re the first person he’s ever been with. It’ll definitely take some time for him to be more comfortable and confident in your new relationship, but he’s beyond happy about being with you now. He won't mess this up.

Posted: 2/14/2024

[kissochako]

VALENTINES DAY HCS HQ EDITION

summary: Kageyama and tsukishima Valentine’s Day dates <3

tags: gender neutral reader, 0.5k words, fluff

KEI TSUKISHIMA takes you to a romantic cafe that is surrounded by aromatic flora. When you arrive, he pulls out a seat for you and gives you a slight kiss on the forehead. At first, it was awkward and tense with small talk, but then the conversation flowed into passionate laughter, banter and intimacy. Once the food arrived, Kei offered to feed you, like what other couples do. You knew he only asked you jokingly, but you took up his offer. His cheeks blushed a faint colour of rose, as he rose up the fork to your mouth. He berates other couple for being affectionate in public, but now he knows why.

Once the reservation is over, he stands with you outside while you wait for your ride. You noticed him fumbling with his pockets and teased him for being nervous because it was the first ever valentine's you guys had celebrated together. In the midst of your words, you feel a thin dainty book shoved in your chest. You opened it wide, to see a large collection of well-written and emotional love poems dedicated to you. With a grin, you asked him to read them to you. He doesn’t want to, but your smile can push him to great limits.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA takes you to an exciting amusement park with a variety of games, rides and prizes. The two of you walk hand in hand together, searching for the next ride to go on. Usually, you overestimate your ability to handle steep or horror rides and he ends up consoling you. After many rides, you guys head to all the games. Remember, Tobio is competitive and is only willing to settle for number one. He beats all of the younger people out of prizes and always manages to get the biggest plushie just to hear your excited squeal. Your laugh could make him rob the whole park of all the plushie, just for you.

When the rides close up, and game stands run out of prizes, Tobio buys some bao buns and a drink of your choice. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, while reminiscing the absolute night you had and feeding each other the buns. Tobio wished this moment would last forever.

[keis-slut]

argue|k.tsukishima, t.kageyama

CW: THREESOME, DIRTY TALK, DEGRADING, PRAISE, ORAL SEX, HAIR PULLING, GAGGING

Reader POV

"please, Kageyama! I really want to tryout!" I beg, holding my hands together as I stand in front of the towering male.

"i'm just too busy to be coaching you right now, y/n" Kageyama pouts, crossing his arms and looking away with a dust of pink lingering on his cheeks.

"you suck" I say, knitting my eyebrows.

"you swallow" He retorts, adjusting his sports bag on his shoulders, a proud smirk forming on his lips.

"you wish" I snap back, noticing the rest of his teammates walking out of the gym as well.

"seems like The King just picks fights with everyone around here, huh? got nothing better to do?" The blonde comes over and teases Kageyama.

"shut up, Sucky-shima!" Kageyama shouts, stomping his foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Tsukishima, Kageyama is being an ass. I want to tryout for the girls volleyball team-" I start, and he turns to face me, towering over me just as much as Kageyama.

"-but i'd like some help at least learning the basics before I do. would you mind helping me out?" I ask him, and he sends me a condescending smile.

"if it pisses off Kageyama, yes" He agrees, but not in the way I was hoping. Still, it's something.

"if that's the best i'm gonna get then i'll take it" I say, rolling my eyes as Kageyama is practically fuming.

"no, I changed my mind, i'll help you! Tsukishima won't do shit, he's just doing it to get under my skin!"

Kageyama continues to throw his tantrum as I let out a 'tch' at the same time Tsukishima does as well. He narrows his golden eyes at me, not in a rude manner, but a way I couldn't put my finger on just yet.

"there's no going back now, she's mine"

His tone sent shivers down my spine as he never broke eye contact, and I couldn't quite understand this feeling I felt, nor did I understand Tsukishimas intentions either.

"did you guys figure out what you're doing yet?" Daichi asks, stepping out of the gym and closing the doors behind him.

"we're all going to head our separate ways now, so whatever you decide, just get home safe" He adds on, waving to the three of us and heading the other direction.

"tryouts for girls volleyball starts next week, so i'd like to do something soon since it's already Wednesday" I explain to Tsukishima. He stops for a minute and turns around, checking if the gym behind us was still open.

He slides the door open easily.

"looks like we'll be practicing in here tonight" Tsukishima speaks nonchalantly, stepping into the gym as I follow.

Kageyama still hasn't left, continuing to pout angrily as he follows us into the gym.

"I'm not leaving" He growls, closing the gym doors behind us.

"Good. so you can watch as I teach y/n better than you would've"

Kageyama doesn't respond, but just sits down on one of the benches with knitted brows.

He puts down his bag and other belongings, as Tsukishima does the same before coming over to me.

"i'll teach you a simple receive first, just bump the ball. you should bend your knees-" Tsukishima starts, walking slightly behind me.

"-and put your arms out. put your hands together- yes like that" He says, examining my posture as I bend my knees.

"no! you're teaching her wrong, four-eyes! her knees are too high and her arms aren't facing the right way!" Kageyama yells, pointing at us from the bench.

"oh? is she not bending low enough?" Tsukishima teases, walking behind me.

Suddenly, I feel two hands graze against my hips. Realizing it's Tsukishima, I let out a small gasp.

"w-what are you-?"

"is this better, King?" Tsukishima asks, bringing my body down a bit more to bend my knees, feeling his hands grip my waist a bit tighter.

I could feel the tension. I don't know what kind though, whether it was the tension between those two and Tsukishima obviously trying to piss off Kageyama, or the tension between Tsukishima and I, and how close he was to me. Where he was touching me.

And he only got more comfortable from there.

But the way they both went back and forth, well, I hate to admit that I found it attractive. Two really tall boys, very obviously bigger and stronger than me, fighting over me in some way. It was slightly arousing.

"why are you touching her like that?! you're not allowed to touch her like that, asshole!" Kageyama shouted, growling as he spit his insults at Tsukishima.

"someone's possessive, huh?" Tsukishima teased, and I could feel him moving his body closer to me, his hands still resting on my hips.

"w-what are- no!- you're just- Tsukishima!" Kageyama couldn't get his words out as he stomped over to us, wrapping his hand around my forearm and pulling me towards him, as Tsukishimas grip on my waist tightened slightly.

"i'm trying to teach her and you're messing it up" Tsukishima speaks, voice growing slightly lower.

I had both of them tugging me in different directions, the closeness of all three of us turning me on indecently.

I felt as if there was a different reason Tsukishima was so interested and eager to be teaching me how to play volleyball. From what i've heard, he's the type of guy who doesn't seem to care much for the sport at all.

So, why is he volunteering to help me if usually him and his attitude have better things to do?

It didn't make sense.

Also, why is Kageyama so passionate about helping me as well all of a sudden? and so protective of me?

"she never said you could touch her!" Kageyama says as I tune in to their argument.

"and she didn't ask you to help her"

"well you don't know her like I do!"

"you should've helped her from the start then"

The bickering as they go back and forth, they only inch closer and closer to each other, me being stuck right in between them as they hold onto me in such immodest ways, as I stand trying to control my lustful thoughts.

My chest heaves, and breathing becomes heavy as I fail to gather myself, a quiet whine sliding through my lips.

"g-guys- you're so close..." I say, picking my hands up and sliding them over Tsukishimas, which still rest aside my hips.

"y/n, did you just-? what was that noise?" Kageyama asks, a dusty red climbing to his cheeks.

"do you like me Kageyama?" I ask bluntly as I bring a hand up to fumble with the end of Kageyamas off-white sweater.

I feel Tsukishima abruptly rub his backside against me, not sure of it being intentional or not, but at the moment I didn't care.

"someone's being bold..." I hear Tsukishima mumble, leaving me to assume his closeness was indeed intentional. I express to Tsukishima I was comfortable with his actions by pushing myself into him more, as I pull down on Kageyamas shirt.

His face dusted with red, but it was now slightly darker as he still avoided my question.

"i'm going to take it as a yes if you're not going to deny it" I say, tip-toeing my hand up his chest to the collar of his shirt, our faces almost inches apart as I suddenly feel Tsukishimas warm breath against the back of my neck.

"if it helps-" Tsukishima starts, bending down closer to my ear, further sandwiching me between the two of them.

"-I'll say yes" He admits.

But before I could react, I feel a hand grasp my chin and pull my face upwards, my lips pushing against another's.

Kageyama places his hand on my hip, pushing Tsukishimas away, as his lips part against mine, his tongue greeting my lips not long after. I moan into the kiss as I feel Tsukishimas lips brush against my neck.

"may I?" Tsukishima purrs, and I break the kiss quickly, nodding my head.

"yes, please" I say, Kageyama capturing my lips back in his the next second.

"so needy..." Tsukishima growls, kissing up my neck towards my ear.

Kageyama then breaks the kiss to say something.

"we kissed first, you bastard" Kageyama claims against my lips, as if it were an achievement in a game him and Tsukishima were playing. Tsukishima pulls his lips away from my neck, probably covered in light red marks, and let's out a 'tch'.

"you probably suck at it" He spits, suddenly pulling my other arm to turn me around and face him. He stared me down, his sharp eyes piercing my soul and making my legs twitch as he towered over me. He started walking forwards as I backed up, with Kageyama still behind me. Kageyama started backing up as well, his hands finding it's way around my waist, and both of us eventually backing into a wall. Kageyama grips my hips, going to gently feel up my sides.

Tsukishima then leans down and uses his index finger to lift my chin up slightly.

"can you handle two?" He teases with a chuckle, leaving my legs to almost give out. He leans down and gives me a small eskimo kiss as he angles his lips against mine roughly. He brings both his hands up to my neck, wrapping them both around, but not squeezing. Just to keep in control.

Behind me, I felt Kageyamas hot breath against my lower neck, where Tsukishimas hands weren't placed, and definitely felt a tent forming in his pants against my backside too.

The gym we were still occupying grew extremely hot, and sexually tense. Tsukishima breaks the kiss and looks down at his pants, his large hand slightly palming himself.

"wanna take care of this, whore?" Tsukishima degrades unexpectedly, making between my legs pulse embarrassingly.

I turn my head towards the door of the gym with fear, but slight exhilaration forming in my chest as well, with the thought of someone walking in. Kageyama then grabs my jaw and turns my head back towards him from behind me.

"can I touch? please?" He asks, panting, his other hand prying at the bottom of my shirt.

I bring my hand down to his, and guide it up my shirt gently with a low moan. He moves one of my bra cups out of the way, and caresses my breast. I moan again, this time louder than the last, as Tsukishima bringing his hand behind my head and tugging my hair catches me off gaurd.

"fuck, Tsukishima!" I gasp in surprise.

I look down to see him already pumping himself, pants tugged down.

"you're gonna take care of this" He demands, gripping my hair tighter as he brings my head down.

I feel my knees start to give out, my arousal affecting my ability to even stand. I feel Kageyamas hand snake out from under my shirt, and massage up my back as I bend down, my backside pushed up against his obviously hardened cock.

"Kageyama, please, I can feel you..." I whisper, pushing myself against him more as I feel my panties slide against my arousal. He groans as I feel his other hand pull down his elastic shorts. After he pulls them down, I feel him spring loose, but his hand suddenly cups between my legs.

"f-fuck..." I moan, and Tsukishima brings his big hand to caress my jaw. I look down at his cock, noticing a bit of precum dripping from his slightly pink tip. His length was also impressive if I had to say. He had to be around seven inches almost, a bit on the skinnier side though, so lots of veins. My thoughts were cut off as Kageyama hooks his fingers around my panties through my shorts, moving them over to slide his fingers against my folds.

"fuck, y-you're so-ah" Kageyama groans, not even being able to finish his sentence as I bring my hand up to prop myself on Tsukishimas hip. Tsukishima brings his hand behind my head and pulls at my hair again, lifting my head up and bringing my lips only centimeters away from his tip. I moan as he grips on my hair harder, staring me down.

"suck" He demands, narrowing his eyes.

I roll my eyes back and stick my tongue out, teasing his tip as I can feel Kageyamas fingers pushing inside me. I wrap my lips around Tsukishimas tip, moaning as Kageyama has fit two fingers in from behind me. As I start bobbing my head, Kageyama curls his fingers, sending a wave of pleasure through my body as I moan against Tsukishimas cock. I notice as I did that, he throws his head back, twisting my hair in his hand as I suck him off.

But he grows impatient as he brings his other hand up to my hair as well, looking back down at me as he slightly thrusts his hips. He knits his eyebrows and let's out a low groan as his cock hits the back of my throat.

"your mouth feels so good" He growls, fucking my face at this point, as Kageyama prods at my g-spot.

"you're so tight, y/n, please, I want to feel you" Kageyama says, pulling his fingers out and circling my throbbing clit as my legs start to shake. I feel Tsukishima twitch in my mouth as his length slides down my throat.

I felt so overwhelmed, but it was just so hot.

And if I didn't want this, I would've done anything to avoid it. But I didn't.

I feel something warm drip down my throat, Tsukishima letting out a low growl of pleasure, sucking his teeth.

"fuck..." he breathes, pulling himself out of my mouth.

He grabs at my jaw and forces me to look up at him, a bit of his cum dripping from the side of my mouth. As he tightens his grip on my jaw, I feel Kageyamas tip slide past my folds as he holds my panties to the side, teasing my entrance.

"Kageyama, please..." I beg, feeling his hands massage my hips.

He doesn't think twice before thrusting into me, a low groan coming from his throat as I clench around him.

"fuck, fuck!" I whine, squeezing my eyes shut as I grab onto Tsukishimas shirt. Even though my eyes are locked shut, I could still feel Tsukishimas sharp gaze as Kageyama takes me as he pleases. Tsukishimas other hand finds it's way around my head, pulling my hair suddenly, causing my eyes to snap open as he forced me to look up at him.

"you look so pretty like this, I just might finish again" He purrs, bringing his face closer to mine as he still had cum dripping from his cock.

Before I could respond, Kageyama hits my g-spot as I gasp, and I throw myself against Tsukishimas pelvis, panting against his skin as my walls tighten around Kageyama.

"you feel so good, y/n, shit..." Kageyama groans, his hands holding on tighter to my waist.

Tsukishima still has his hand on my jaw, now bringing his fingers up to trace my lips. I stick out my tongue and drag them along his slender fingers, before he shoves them into my mouth. I moan as I suck on his fingers, him pushing them further to make me gag.

"you look so pretty getting fucked..." He praises, almost surprised it wasn't degrading.

I feel myself grow tighter against Kageyama as he pants, only thrusting harder trying to finish.

"I'm close, please, harder" I whisper through Tsukishimas retracting fingers, wondering how Kageyama even heard as he slaps his pelvis against my backside.

He then lurches himself forwards against my back, as I feel a familiar warm sensation inside me.

"oh, god" Kageyama pants, lifting himself up and pulling out of me.

I pull away from both of them, and throw myself against the wall next to Kageyama, catching my breath before going to place my panties in it's proper position.

"you guys-" I start, still catching my breath as I sigh.

"-didn't teach me any fucking volleyball-" I continue, looking up at their tired figures as I fix my hair.

"-so you both suck" I finish, throwing my head against the wall behind me.

[dlscenarios]

Timeskip Karasuno K1nks

OBVIOUSLY THESE ARE ALL TIMESKIP, YOU HEATHENS

⚠️18+ MDNI⚠️

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Daichi -> Boobjob

Sugawara -> Pegging

Asahi -> Overstimulation

Nishinoya -> Biting

Tanaka -> Breeding

Kageyama -> Cuckolding

Hinata -> Mutual Masturbation

Tsukishima -> Phone S3x

Yamaguchi -> Creampie

[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

Kagayama and Y/N's rivalry

Kagayama and Y/N had been rivals in volleyball ever since they were in high school. They were both known for their exceptional skills and competitive nature on the court. However, despite their intense rivalry, they had always held a mutual respect for each other's abilities.

One sunny afternoon, Kagayama and Y/N both happened to be at the park, each with their own group of friends. As they passed by each other, they couldn't resist the urge to challenge each other to a friendly game of volleyball.

Their friends were excited to see the two rivals finally facing off against each other. They quickly set up a temporary volleyball net in the park and the game began.

The match was intense from the start. Both Kagayama and Y/N were determined to win and their teammates were equally skilled, making it a close match. The ball flew back and forth across the net as they both dove for it with all their might.

Despite the competitiveness, there was also a sense of camaraderie between them. They cheered each other on, complimented each other's plays, and even shared a few laughs between points.

As the game went on, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park. The spectators, who had gathered to watch the two rivals play, were completely enthralled by the match. It was clear that Kagayama and Y/N's skills were evenly matched, and the game could go either way.

In the end, it was Kagayama's team who emerged victorious, winning by just a few points. But instead of gloating in their victory, Kagayama and his team immediately turned to Y/N and her team, offering handshakes and words of admiration for their opponent's skills.

Y/N, though disappointed in the loss, couldn't help but smile at the friendly sportsmanship displayed by Kagayama and his team. They had put up a good fight and she knew that the next time they faced off, it could go the other way.

As the sun fully set and the park emptied out, Kagayama and Y/N sat on the grass, chatting and reflecting on their match. They realized that their rivalry had brought out the best in each other and had even formed a bond of friendship between them.

From that day on, Kagayama and Y/N's rivalry turned into a friendly competition, with each pushing the other to become even better at the sport they both loved. And every now and then, they would meet at the park for another friendly match, always with a sense of mutual respect and admiration for each other's skills.

[lexiene]

[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 4 : ° ✧ ]

Pocky day! (I missed goodness)

Imagine playing pocky with Tobio and he goes mushy flustered but he knew to himself not to lose to a such a dumb game eating a long biscuit with chocolate dipped. He did not knew

The end he lose because his face went all red and about to explode but gets rewarded by a kiss on a cheek instead tehee~

It's so late im crying

[somemydayy]

Jealous, Jealous

Summary: Kageyama wasn’t a jealous person, but he swore he had murder on his mind when he spotted you and Oikawa together.

The bastard had placed his arm over your shoulder as you let out a soft giggle. He swore he stopped breathing in that moment. Unknowingly you fueled the boy’s rage and competitive nature even more with the opposing team’s captain.

Although he was able to control his murderous intentions, he almost lost control when you told him you had plans with Oikawa after the game. Kageyama grabbed your wrist pinning you to the wall as he kissed your lips harshly.

“Your mine. Only mine so why would you go out with another man, huh?”

“Wha—“ You pushed him away and through teary eyes told him.

“He was right, your a literal child.” And with that you walked away from him, leaving him dumbfounded.

He knew he it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself; he followed you and Oikawa.

Kageyama followed you up, and down the bustling streets of Tokyo. First he swallowed the limp in his throat as he saw Oikawa give you a tour of his school with a arm draped over your shoulder. Next, he took you to his favorite restaurant, you picked out the special and Oikawa had his regular order. After Kageyama cringed when he saw you two go into a ice cream shop; Kageyama was red in the face. The very place you met at and the same place Kageyama asked you out at.

Once you were done, he heard Oikawa say he had to go but he’ll walk you home. This irked Kageyama to no end. But at least Oikawa had the decency to walk you home.

As you both made it to your house, the front door flinged open, and your younger brother rushed out and hug Oikawa.

“Onii-san!” Kageyama was left dumbfounded as he saw your mother greet, and invite the said male inside.

Kageyama knew it was petty, but he sent you a variety of texts asking were you were.

[Stop texting me. I’m at my house, eating dinner.]

After that Kageyama couldn’t reach you, all his calls went straight to voice message.

Maybe it was his reckless, but he found himself in front of your house, and just as he was gonna knock on the door, it opened. He was left at a standstill, Oikawa with his arm still around you, he was livid at this point. Just as he was about to swing at him, you rushed in-front of him and yelled.

“He’s my cousin, you idiot. So stop being so stupid.”

Kageyama was ashamed to say the least but at least he finally understand why you got mad whenever he complains about the opposing team’s captain.

Oikawa could only give a solemn frown before addressing Kageyama.

“Come on you know me, I can be a prick sometimes. But you know damn well I’ll never steal someone’s girlfriend especially yours, Kageyama.”

“I— I’m sorry. I was just scared that you’ll leave me.” You kneed close to him, and wiped away his tears.

“I love you, Kageyama. I’ll never leave you.”

“Well imma head out. Kageyama crying is cramping my style. Bye kiddos.” With a wave of his hand, Oikawa made his way towards his car. Kageyama was just so sad, he grabbed your hand and kissed you.

“I’m going to love you forever. Until the end of my days. I swear it.”

“Oh Kageyama Tobio, I love you.”

© Somemydayy 2022 | Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.

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The king

✎ Kageyama x Reader

✎ Tobio can never seem to get the same connection with others like the bond you and him share. Especially with him now considering dating someone. Maybe he should look closer in front of him?

✎ Tags: fluff, friends to lovers, childhood friends, gn! reader, falling for another though in relationship

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: this song is made for Kageyama, fight me all you want- but this just gives me the absolute creative chills!

You see me as your lifeline  Other boys and girls never really made you feel right And you can't explain why I'm always running your mind Don't you see the answer's right in front of your eyes?

Stubborn as they called him. The little ‘king’ of everything.

From when he was was, Tobio had no other friend but you, the only one that could get to him like no one else, the only one that had pressed his buttons, the only one that he felt comfortable with. The rest would just storm away, claiming how bland and weird he was, how he could do anything which misses the fun of competitions, winning and losing. They didn’t understand him. They never did. Or that’s what you said.

“There there, Tobio-kun! Let’s just play together!”

“Alright.. ”

So it had always been you. He doesn’t mind it. He actually loves being around you. Your smile brightens his day. Your voice oh-so melodic, like a symphony whenever you spoke. Yet, he was always told to step out his comfort zone. So he tried, in highschool. Surprisingly, it didn’t end in failure. Even if it was fully unintentional.

Karasuno boys’ volleyball team was were his social life expanded. Game after game, more and more people started recognizing his brilliance. Girls and guys alike now, flock to him like a sheep to a shepherd’s dog, wanting even carving just a bit of his attention. But only one actually had caught his eye, a young fan of his, known for their presence in every game of Karasuno’s. How they go starry-eyed whenever he scores a serve. How they yell with great enthusiasm every time he sets perfectly. 

Eventually, they confessed. And he accepted.

But, it didn’t seem right..

“So how’s your relationship going~~”

He couldn’t help but feel his heart sinking deeper into the void hearing the word ‘relationship’. It hadn’t been going well. He didn’t feel happy with them. Yeah, they were exactly what he adored, everything he wished for in his perfect person, they met his expectation. Yet. He felt nothing. No spark. No chemistry.

“It’s.. fine, I guess-”

He could feel your intense gaze, you know. He was never a great liar and you had known him since forever, of course you could tell something isn’t adding up. He awkwardly slurped on his milk, slowly crushing the carton beneath his grip, teeth slightly nibbling on the straw, just praying you can’t see how sweaty he’s getting, even with a stoic expression. He’s known you too long to discover your talent on unmasking his hidden feelings just by scanning his face.

“It’s not ‘fine’, is it?”

Damn it..

“B-bOKE-- I said it’s fine, means it’s fine, f-i-n-e!” You snickered, index reaching for his soft cheek and poking at it.

“You’re a terrible liar Tobio-kun, didn’t we establish that since we were, I don’t know, ten?”

He grumbled into the straw still between his jaws, shyly turning away with a red glowing across his face. Heart subconsciously fluttering, blood boiling to certain degrees the more you giggled beside him. Not long, silent fell. Only your loud sigh managing to slice through the atmosphere.

“Maybe it’s just not meant to work out?”

“And what does that mean..”

“I mean, maybeee, you should look harder in front of you next time~~~”

He really wished he knew why you teased him so bad. With your head leaning so close, your warmth breath fanning over him, your scent drowning his every worry, the look in your eye pointing to something else. How could he just stand there and take it, you’re the only one able to dig into his skin like this. Of course his response would be slurred holding onto a bright red face.

“b-BOKE! STOP DOING t-THAT!?” His palm went straight for your cheeks, smushing them together with the strength he holds a volleyball.

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, STOWP SQUICHING MY FACE!”

Even if he’s pissed off, he just couldn’t stop the fluttering butterflies in his stomach, flying and flapping around in there not even wanting to escape from it’s confines. But why? Why doesn’t he feel like this when his partner leans in so close that their lips are touching, yet your breath even reaching his skin sends him chills? Why does he internally melt when you just simply hold his hand yet he feels nothing even when his love intertwines them, drawing their distance shorter?

Maybe you were right..

Maybe he should have looked a little bit closer..

“I’m sorry.. ”

“It’s alright Kageyama-senpai, it’s for the best, we can still stay friends though!”

“Yeah.”

“Now get out there, and go get them!”

“S-sHUT it you-!”

Sweat. Why is he sweating. Is he nervous? He hasn’t felt nervous since forever. Why now out of all the other times, why now!

“Tobio-kun! There you are~~”

Your arms are warped around him- oh boy- wait- you do this all the time when you both were little, what makes it any more different than this one? Maybe, you finally mean something more than a form of comfort he looks to. Maybe, you aren’t the same ‘friend’ he had looked at for years of his life. You were someone to him. Someone special.

“Where were you, you bonehead~ hm-”

Your eyes widen as the feeling of his lips met yours. It was soft, so soft, like cushions pressed upon his face. Your warmth, your scent, everything about you was perfect. You being within his arms was perfect. You being right next to him, by his side, through and through was what he always wanted. Nothing could replace you. How could he be so blind? You were all that he needed all along.

“..w-what wAS THAT!”

“Dumbass.. I like you, alright- for a long time.. just didn’t have the heart to admit it..”

No reply. He couldn’t tell through your gaze what were you thinking. Was he too late? Did you see nothing in him from the very start and only just stuck around for the hell of it. How stupid could he be-

“About time- damn asshole, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that~~?”

“w-wHAT?”

“Means I love you too, gosh, just how dense are you- if I didn’t care for you ass that much, I would have left for Aoba Johsai by now-”

“I’m s-sorry alright- no need to rub it in my face-”

“Hmph- get on your knees then king, apologise~~”

“You little.. ”

Even if he did love you, you still got on his nerves, but god does he love that about you.

[dancingbabya-notes]

Summer Windows 11

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Characters: Naruto, Damian, Kageyama, Shindo, Kaminari, Lisa, Aizawa

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Here we go the home stretch. I’m really glad I got back into the swing of things. Though I’m not gonna lie while writing the Aizawa one I started crying. I know it’s not gonna hit the same for everyone but anything I write that is similar is usually something very near and dear to my heart.

Do I give a hint at my age from some of my writing? Yes. But you read this, not me.

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71: Convention (anime specific)

Naruto

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You ask looking in the mirror still unsure.

“Y/n, you look perfect. Come on, attending a convention was on your bingo card for the year,” Naruto smiles.

You’d both decided to dress as characters from a show that was popular when you were kids, luckily the show would be rerun so the attention was back. Bleach was a big part of your childhood. That was why wearing a Rukia cosplay felt so liberating for you, though Naruto only needed to put temporary hair dye in his yellow blond hair to get orange.

“It’s not gonna be scary. Come on you know the others are looking forward to this too,” he holds out his hand to you.

“Right.”

It was a short walk from the hotel to the convention center. But no matter where you looked it was crowded. People everywhere. A few signs dogging on others’ hygiene got a chuckle out of you, but what startled you was when someone pulled on your Kon plush.

“Did you make this?” The stranger asks, getting a little too close.

Naruto quickly steps in realizing that you stopped. “Try not to pull on their things, it took us a long time to make everything.”

“Wow, you guys made everything? That’s crazy.”

You grab Naruto’s hand trying not to be too nervous. But there was only so long that everyone would wait, he peeks back at you and smiles.

“Thanks for the compliments but we gotta go. There's a group shoot if you wanna talk more we’ll be there, just don’t pull on our costumes.” With that, you both started walking again.

Yesterday you dedicated the day to getting all your props checked and tagged so that you wouldn’t have anyone saying anything. The first person to come into view was Hinata, dressed as Orihime. Her costume looked so nice you were a little bit jealous.

“Y/N, Naruto, there you two are. Did something happen?” Sakura smiles as she waved the two of you over.

“Yeah, someone grabbed Y/N’s Kon. But we’re all good.” Naruto smiles back.

The group shoot was fun. A few things didn’t play out the way you wanted to but it was nice. Now it was time to zoom back to the hotel and change into your second cosplay before later getting ready for the Rave. Maybe you could do this again with your friends.

That was the thought until someone snagged on your sword and bolted. Frowning you sigh. “Which one is that? Sword number five?”

Naruto looked at you and nodded. “How about next time we don’t bring props? Only for location shoots.”

“Sounds good.” One more filled space on your bingo card.

72: Mosquitos

Damian Wayne

A sharp smack to your shoulder made you turn to the young man next to you. “Stop it! I get that you see them before I feel them but by the night's end I’ll have hand prints all over me and not in a fun way.”

“What’s the fun way?” Garfield asks.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

He rolls over. “I don’t wanna know then.”

Raven nods. “Better that way. Can’t you use your powers to-

“No, I’m not exactly keen on having a small tornado of rocks flying around me,” you roll your eyes.

“Then shouldn’t we go inside?”

“Starfire locked the door we can’t get back in. She said team bonding outside of danger is important,” Wally states.

You nod slowly. “Yes, and getting eaten alive is okay? Not all of us are immune to mosquitoes.”

Damian slaps my neck this time. Making me turn slowly.

“You don’t have to hit that hard!”

He raises a brow. “I hit it just as hard as you hit yourself.”

Narrowing your eyes you stand up. “No, you're hitting it as hard as you think I do. The force you exude is far stronger than what I unleash on myself.”

“Where are you going?” Raven asks, dropping her book.

“For a fucking walk, maybe I’ll get bitten less that way.” 

73: “if you talk about how hot it is it gets hotter”

Tobio Kageyama

The past few days have been terrible, you didn’t want to even check the temperature for fear that you would start sweating at the thought. But someone else didn’t share that sentiment. Maybe you finally had to admit that the fake dating was turning into real dating again. Because you and Tobio would take turns staying at each other’s places.

“Y/N, did your aircon get fixed?” Tobio asks as he walks in.

“No.” Chewing on a candy you try to rack your brain for more information. “Did we have plans for the weekend?”

He plops down next to you and shakes his head, placing a cold bottle of water next to you. “Everyone’s busy. I’ve been swamped with practice.”

“Right.” You frown at the marked date on your calendar, but it didn’t have any details, just a notification labeled: iykyk. Why did you have to be such a smartass?

Looking over your shoulder at your computer Tobio frowns. “Why do you insist on labeling things that way?”

You push him off your back. “Stop it, I'm sticky.”

“But it’s hot.”

Trying your best to tune him out you start searching through your files and folder again. Maybe it was a message or some important event that you needed to know the reason for. Hopefully, it wasn’t another character's birthday, when you’d thought you’d gotten rid of the last of your childhood obsession you found a date marked for April twentieth.

“Y/N, when is the aircon gonna get fixed?”

“I don’t know.”

You liked it better when he was awkward with you and refused to talk.

“Y/N-

You close your laptop and turn to him. “Tobio, baby, the love of my life. Father to possible fur babies or real babies, if you keep talking about how hot it is it gets hotter. Go take a shower and shut up for five mornings okay?”

He smirks. “I win.”

“Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, why don’t you? Now go shower.” You roll your eyes.

Yeah, the calendar marking was for the maintenance people to come by and fix the aircon. You had to reschedule for the fourth time that month.

74: Cicada

Shindo

By adjusting your headphones you could filter out certain sounds. There was only one sound you didn’t want to hear this late in the summer. The screaming reminded you of the temperature.

“You hear that?” Your body was thrown forward as your patrol mate slapped his hand against your back.

Hissing you, try to look back. “Fuck me. Grand, was that necessary?”

He smirks. “Only if you-

“Ah, shut up. Don’t even. If it’s our time let’s go, I have a few things I need to check on,” you start walking out the door.

Shindo follows behind you probably admiring the mark he left on your back. “So do you hear it?”

You shake your head. “Filters on. It helps with calls.”

“Of course, you’d do that first. Cicadas are a lot louder than usual.”

Throwing your glove at him you frown. “Not cool, you wear the least in our generation, you’d think you’d be kinder to us.”

“Awe but I wanted to see you get hot.”

You narrow your eyes. “I would rather not get nuclear out of a battle setting. The radiation glow ain’t exactly flattering.”

Maybe being a hero wasn’t a great idea, especially not with your shirt temper but it was what you got to do. Yes, your quirk was dangerous, but with so much help from your teachers, you could control your quirk despite a few unfix-able things. But maybe being a human nuclear plant it just came with the territory.

“Awe come on you’re pretty much already glowing,” he eggs on.

“Shut up.”

“But baby, you told me you love when I run my mouth.”

“I’d beat your ass if we weren’t working.” You huff before looking around. If he’s feeling lien this it’s gonna be a long patrol.

75: Skinny dipping

Kaminari

The beach mission was a long one. Holding your juice you hold it up so the patio light shows through.

“You okay?” Kaminari asks as you bring your wings up.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking. What’s it like you know, being normal?” You needed to really think about this right now when you were supposed to be thinking of the report you’d be putting in a few days?

Kaminari frowns. “What do you mean normal?”

Holding up your cup you watch the liquid swish around with your hand motions. “I dunno what I mean by normal. Obviously Todoroki isn’t normal because raised by a pro hero and working through all that emotional trauma must have been hard. But I was a villain. I was [redacted] . I feel like an anomaly in all this. My earliest memory is my guardian teaching me how to pickpocket, how to swindle people right before their eyes. It was only after going to school that I realized it was wrong.”

He nods. “Wanna do something normal?”

“What?” Glancing at him you wondered if you should ever be wary of the smile.

“Skinny dipping.”

It was a few minutes you were at a dark part of the lagoon, there wasn’t any fish to be found there so that wasn’t a worry. Your worry was being a winged human who never submerged themselves in water before. Like instinct anytime you jump your wings would raise you up. But now down to your skivvies, you had two thoughts cross your mind. This is a bad idea, and Kaminari is definitely plastered.

Blinking a few times after the water rushes over your head you look around. Inky colors surround you as you grip Kaminari’s hand for dear life. Maybe you really shouldn’t have done this? Your wings pressed firmly to your back and you could already feel your frustration coming out as the water heats up around you. He didn’t let go.

Breaking the surface and drinking the sweet air you glare. “Let go you idiot, I’m getting too hot.”

“No, because it’s better if I hold your hand. None of those things matter anymore Y/N,” he smiles. “You’re H/N. Nothing can change that.”

76: Boating

Lisa

“Junior librarian-

“I have a name.” You sigh.

Yes now you were permanently in the library, not that you minded the quiet when it came. But the idea that the title carried more weight than your own name made you frown.

“Miss Lisa is busy?”

You nod. “Right now she left to report to the grand master, I’m only here for a moment until she needs me to run errands for her.”

“That’s exactly what I need you to do lovely.”

Her hand on your shoulder felt shocking in a bad way. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

No no you didn’t. Your task was boating. Man did you wish that you weren’t about to take Lisa on a boat.

“Lovely, I’m sure you’ll be great at this,” Lisa smiles as you hold the oar.

You look at her for a moment before looking forward again. “This is a poor idea, and I won’t be held responsible if the boat flips.”

“Mhmm. You should be more careful though,” Lisa smiles.

77: Hammock

Aizawa

Maybe it was the cool breeze in the usually hot night that made you think about these things. Your parents, the love you wish they had all the time and how you wish it was completely yours. Your dad wasn’t home but when he was you realized he was the kindest man you’d ever met. Not that men weren’t kind, you just got an odd vibe. So as you sit on the deck of your childhood home thinking about your father’s kindness you think about the hammock.

“Daddy can we swing in the hammock?” So full of energy and excitement you pleaded for a few more minutes in the night to look up at the stars creating imaginary pictures and feeling the rumble of your fathers voice on your back lulling you into a comforting sleep.

But right now you watched as your youngest daughter curled into your husband’s arms, they were both too big for the hammock, you would probably buy a bigger one so they wouldn’t get hurt. Maybe it was just the low torch light or your floaty feeling from the previous excitement of dancing into the night, but you wouldn’t change this moment for the world.

Shota wasn’t keen on leaving his home country when you suggested it at first but now you wonder if you’d be able to remind him that you’d need to go back to Japan. Eri was on her way to sleep.

His voice was low, just barely audible over the crackling of the dying fire in the pit. “No, I won’t be afraid, just as long as you stand by me.”

As quickly as you could without much noise you went inside, tears streamed down as your heart started to ache. Only once have you told Shota about your father and how he’d hum that song to you as a child. When did he learn it? Not that it mattered, it just felt nice hearing it.

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[shoutaswhore]

&burn • tobioxfem!reader

wc: 315

warnings: none just a little bit of angst :)

"lips meet teeth and tongue" you speak as you kiss him for the last time, walking away as tobio grabs your wrist, tears in his eyes.

tobio is crying now, "my heart skips eight beats at once" his words aee coming out as sobs. but he can't make himself look at you

"your love feels so fake" you snarl at your once boyfriend. you had caught him kissing a fan after a game, her hands in his hair as they made out.

"baby please, let me explain" you won't let him say anything, he knew better then to talk to you when you were mad.

5 years together and a ring on your finger, yet he was still kissing fans.

"if we were meant to be..." you cut yourself off, unable to keep speaking as you compose yourself, not wanting to cry, "we would've been by now"

your voice cracks as the tears start to flow, "see what you wanna see but all i see is him right now" you refer to the days when you had first met him, the guy who was obsessed with kissing groupies.

he loved the attention, he adored it. but when he saw you, it all fell into place, or you had thought.

"go ahead and watch my heart burn" you bute at him, your words like hot needles against his heart.

"y/n... i love you so much" he begs you to stay with those words that mean nothing now.

"how do i know you hadn't kissed others!?" it's obvious you are in a state of heartbreak, "how many-" you lick your lips to get the last taste of tobio off them.

"your lies will never keep, i think you need to blow them out" you spit at him again, he's not seeing how mad you are, not yet.

"8-8-2015, i still remember that" the day you met, "heaven sent a present my way" your anniversary was a day you both remembered, they were always lavish. he made sure of that, pampered you, treated you like the princess you deserve to be.

"i won't forget your laugh" he mumbles, still unable to look up at you, unable to look at the woman he made his with a ring, with a baby on the way.

"found guilty in the court of aorta" you walk away from him, dropping the shared house keys in his hand.

[kissochako]

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔

summary: headcannons of kage and tsuki developing a crush on u! Except they’re princes may be a part 2 later LOL I spent too much time on writing their character instead of the actual crush

tags: gender neutral reader, royalty!au, she falls first and he falls even harder trope & enemies to lovers trope

—KEI TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima is a prince who likes to show off and one-up everyone, whether it’s materialistic possessions, his acclaimed achievements or his line of available suitors. For his habit of showing off, most other princes of other kingdoms are not very fond of him, so most of the time, he’s left to his own thoughts. Though, despite all this, all he really wants is for his people to truly see him for who he is, not what he can do, or what he is.

During a stroll through the market, Kei’s ears perked of the vibrations of such an enchanting voice, reading out children’s fables and stories to the passerbys. Kei usually reprimanded the local poets and storytellers for causing a blockage in the market’s path, but this time, he sat on an empty wooden log and listened. His mind followed with the words and his head swayed to the rhymes and rhythm. Before he knew it, the moon had replaced the sun, the market shop keepers had packed up and gone home and the children went to go have supper.

“Excuse me, my prince, but I’m very much so gracious of you using your time to hear my craft!” With a grin occupying your face, you bowed before hurriedly leaving. Kei was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that such talent belonged to a person as divine as you. He wanted you to be by his side, and read him poems just for him. With a pleased mind, he made plans tonight to host a function at his palace and invite every poet or storyteller, just to see you again.

—KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Kageyama is a cold-hearted prince, who values power and wealth over the health and prosperity of his people. He has no regard for anyone’s feelings except his own and is willing to sacrifice anyone and anything in order to get what he wants. Some say it was because of the absence of his parents, or that no other kingdom was willing to make alliances with him. Even so, Tobio dismissed all of those rumours and continued his duties as prince.

You were just a measly maid at the palace, someone beneath him. He ordered you around to do mundane tasks or incredibly difficult tasks just to satisfy his ego. However, despite all this, you defended him against your gossiping co-workers.. Tobio can’t say for sure this made him fall in love with you, but it definitely did earn you some respect.

Although, what did make him fall head over heels for you, was when he was assigned you a task to mop and polish the ballroom floors by yourself. He was expecting an obedient nod and for you to hurry along, but you did the exact opposite. You screamed at him, something along the lines of it being unfair, being overworked and not ethnically correct. He didn’t listen to your words because he was so distracted that someone had even yelled at him. He just had to admit, your bravery made him feel weak at the knees. However, he isn’t the one to submit.

💕please reblog! 💕

[izanawrld]

darling <3

please feed me with some older brother tobio :(

爱你 ♡

Anything for you!

Ye ai <3

also the images are giving me a headache so have just one tobi pic

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CW: incest, reader is 19 & tobio is 21, attachment issues on reader's side (cuz I'm attached to him QQ), dacryphilia kink, sorta fluff

"Tobi-niiiiii, do you really have to go?" You whine, jutting your bottom lip out sulkily. You're sat on his bed in one of his (very large) olf high school sweaters.

"I can't stay away from school for too long, I'm joining my new team soon remember? I have to train more, baby." He looks at you, reassuringly and still makes his way over to you for a soft kiss on your lips.

You hold his neck, pulling him down onto the bed, on top of you. You smile softly as he kisses you back, hand finding its way to the small of your back.

He pulls away to look at you, the tears on your cheeks and your wet eyelashes bringing out your beauty more in his eyes. He slowly grinds himself on your thigh.

"You're so pretty when you cry, baby."

[raspberryyarn246]

A drawing from memory _ Tobio Kageyama

this is another drawing from memory on pinterest. I found a picture of kageyama not to long ago and I still have it. This is another redraw from the episode scene on haikyuu season 1

Very cute🤗🤗❤

[clubkira]

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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