āKageyama!ā the reporter yelled for his attention, startling him enough to stop and blink before making his way over.
With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. āHi.ā
āA fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?ā she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyamaās face, which had morphed into something confused and slightlyā¦ angry?
āI would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,ā he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. āAnd I will not take any more questions of that nature.ā
The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. āIām so sorry, thatās not-ā
āItās fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. Weāre very happy together.ā
The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. āThe fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?ā
Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.
He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.
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imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.
He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.
You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.
He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.
Tobio was putty in your hands honestly, willing to do whatever you told him to.
10.30 - kinktober day seventeen Ö“ ą£Ŗš¤ hair pulling , ft. tobio kageyama
there was nothing uncommon about the position you were in. some shitty movie was playing on low volume in the background as you scrolled through your phone, kageyamaās head resting on your stomach as you absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair.Ā
youād pulled your hands away for a second, just a second, and immediately his head turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide in betrayal and confusion. āwhy did you stop?āĀ
you laughed. ātobio iām just moving my arm. i can keep playing with your hair, i just moved for a second.ā
āit feels good, keep going. please.āĀ
āsure thing, your highness.āĀ
ānot funny.ā āitās a little funny, tobio.ā āno.āĀ
he sighed contently at the tangle of your fingers and the slight scrapes of your nails against his scalp. āi just missed you, i missed how you touch me.āĀ
ātobio i saw you a few days ago.ā āyeah, and thatās too long.āĀ
you breathed out a soft laugh, his eyes drifting up to meet yours. āplease?ā you turned your head in question, unsure of what he was asking for. ājust pull. please.āĀ
your face flushed pink, your hands stilling in his hair. āyn please.ā
you pulled your bottom lip slowly between your teeth, gnawing at the skin a little in contemplation. he held eye contact with you, sliding up the fabric of your his shirt just enough to reveal the skin of your abdomen, pressing soft kisses against your skin down your chest to the waistband of your pants. he licked a stripe at the base of your pants, his tongue poking past the fabric ever so slightlyā just enough to make you suck in a sharp breath.Ā
he gently parted your thighs with his hands, looking up at you for permission. you wrapped your hands in his hair once more, making slight fists to gently tug at the roots. a crooked grin broke out on his face and his eyes squinted slightly in surprise and admiration. he slid your pants down your thighs, lifting your hips in the process. once he got them off and discarded them somewhere on the floor he brought his lips back up to your core, lightly tapping the tip of his nose against your clit. his eyes raked up your body, torn between the movement of your tits at the arch of your back and the look of pleasure on your face. he licked a slow stripe up your core and your knuckles tightened in his hair, eliciting a moan to vibrate from his throat and through your body where you were connected.Ā
he dipped his tongue inside of you, slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh to your pussy. he pushed the tips of his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole, tongue moving up to circle your throbbing clit. with every twitch of his tongue and twist of his fingers your eyes screwed shut even more, and your grip on his hair tightened.Ā
his pace picked up, lapping up everything he could get from you until you were reaching your orgasm, tobio letting out a soft whimper against your core at the feeling of you clamping down on his sensitive setter fingers. he glued his eyes to your body, watching you respond to your oncoming orgasm.Ā
your back arched, toes curling down into the bedsheets and your grip on his hair was white-knuckled. he moaned loud when you tightened your fists, fucking his fingers faster into you and circling your clit with the flexed tip of his tongue until you were crying out and collapsing back down against the sheets, struggling to regain your composure and catch your breath.Ā
kageyama was panting just as hard as you were, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he rested his forehead against your thigh, slightly wincing when he shifted his hips.Ā
āwhatās wrong, are you okay tobio?ā
āyeah, iām fine.ā āare you sure, you donāt look fine.āĀ
āno no iām good, i justā¦ need to change my pants.ā he sat up and your eyes shot right down to the large wet patch on his sweatpants. his face flushed. āsorry.āĀ
ādonāt apologize. can i help you clean it up?ā you smiled, mischief glimmering in your eyes. you pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his already half-hard-again cock, taking the tip of it in your hand and beginning slow strokes. āif you let me ride you iāll keep my hands in your hair.āĀ
You stood in front of the mirror, rolling up your sleeve just enough to flex your armāwhere your slight but earned muscle peeked through. Snap taken.
"Let's see if you'll copy this one."
You sent it to Kageyama, half-expecting radio silence. He wasn't exactly the selfie type.
But a few minutes later, your phone buzzed.
There he was. Serious face. Flexing in front of a mirror in his practice jersey, sleeve pushed up. No captionājust pure Kageyama.
Then, another message followed.
"That's pretty good."
"Mine's still better though."
You could picture the flush on his face as he sent it. Competitive, flustered, and trying so hard not to show he was impressed by your muscles.
You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show the definition in your armānot huge, but definitely there.
"Since you like to act unbothered, let's see you copy this one."
You didn't expect a quick reply. Maybe a sarcastic text. But insteadāding.
Snap: Tsukishima in his room, brows raised, flexing one arm in the most deadpan way possible. The lighting was terrible. He clearly did it just to prove a point.
"Wow. So intimidating."
"Should I call the police?"
But you noticed his subtle smirk, and the fact that he did roll up his sleeve. He saw the muscle. He noticed.
And even if he wouldn't admit itāhe was impressed. In his own salty little way.
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You struck a mirror pose, flexing your slightly toned bicep with pride. Not massive, but firm enough to show off.
"Let's see if the self-proclaimed king of flexing can top this."
You barely had time to set your phone down before his reply came through.
Snap: Kuroo, already shirtless, striking a classic gym-rat flex in front of the mirror, one brow cocked, hair messier than usual. His bicep definitely looked impressiveābut the caption was what got you.
"You rang?"
"Nice try though I'm impressed of your little muscles"
You scoffed. Little muscle?
You fired back a middle-finger emoji, and he immediately sent another snapāsame flex, this time blowing a kiss.
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You took the snap while flexing with just enough pride to show off your slightly defined arm.
"Bet you won't copy this one."
You didn't expect much from Kenmaāmaybe a "lmao" or a read receipt and nothing else.
But then, surprisingly, ping.
Snap: Kenma, in his hoodie, arm barely pulled out, flexing in the most unimpressed way possible. His face was blank, but his eyes had that subtle challenge.
"This is dumb."
"But Iām stronger than I look."
You zoomed in. Okay, yeahāthere was a hint of tone in his arm.
You smirked, texting back:
"Not bad, gamer boy."
He replied:
"I've been carrying the team. What did you expect?"
"Yeah right."
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You snapped a mirror pic, flexing just enough to show off the light muscle youād been proud of lately.
"Let's see if the 'Great King' can handle this challenge."
Oikawa's reply came fastātoo fast.
Snap: perfect lighting, shirt half-off, arm flexed like he was in a magazine shoot. He angled the camera just right to make his bicep pop. And of course, the expression? Smoldering.
Caption:
"You think I wouldnāt rise to the occasion?"
"Also, your form's cute. 8/10. Needs more sparkle."
You groaned and laughed at the same time.
He followed up with:
"Wanna come compare in person, baby?"
You rolled your eyes. Smooth. Over-the-top. Peak Oikawa.
You sent the snap with a smug grināarm flexed, muscle just barely showing, but enough to feel proud.
"Let's see if the gym rat can match this."
You figured Iwaizumi would respondāhe was too competitive not to. Sure enough, a minute later:
Snap: Iwaizumi in the gym mirror, sweat still fresh, sleeve rolled up as he flexed his very real bicep without even trying. He looked at the camera like he knew he won.
Caption:
"Cute. You've got potential."
"But don't challenge your trainer unless you'are ready to lose."
KAGEYAMA WAS NOT COMPARING HINATA TO KORAI HOSHIUMI TO MAKE HINATA FEEL BAD ABOUT HOW HE PLAYS.
HE SAID IT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT HINATA IS MOTIVATED TO BE THE BEEEEEEEEEEST.
A common theme throughout this manga is that most of the characters are still teenagers and very young. Their bodies are still growing and developing, and Kageyama knows that more than anyone. He's basically saying, 'Hoshiumi is good, but you could be better.' He is more aware than anyone of how good a player Hinata is and how good he can become. He's not trying to crush Hinata's spirit; he's trying to set it ablaze with more passion and motivation to be the best, to be the next LITTLE GIANT.
He is also very MUCH AWARE OF THE LITTLE EXPERIENCE THAT HINATA HAS COMPARED TO HOSHIUMI AND HOW FAR HE HAS COME AND IS WILLING TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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hellooo I hope you've been recovering and taking time to rest and have breaks š„¹š„¹š„¹ if it's possible, may I req a hc format fic of how the HQ boys would react or help when your stomach hurts because Im a tummy hurter since I was a kid ueueue maybe kageyama atsumu and ujishima (I think he would be pretty interesting š) and anyone else that youd like to write for š„¹š„¹ thank you so much again if you decide to write this and please take ur time too !!
summary: how hq boys would react if you were experiencing stomach pains
tobio kageyama:
this guy is so hopelessly and adorably lost. he's just hovering around you, eyes wide and hands in his pockets because he has no clue what to do with you curled up into a fetal position on the couch.
"are you okay?" he'd ask slowly, unsure of what else to say.
"not really."
"oh."
well, that didn't help him out at all. the poor boy just continued right by your side, clearly wanting to help but just not knowing how to.
"oh my gosh, i'm actually going to die," you'd groaned just moments later while closing your eyes, and tobio had panicked.
"please don't die, y/n. what do you need me to do? i promise i'll do it, just please don't die on me-"
"tobio, babe, i was joking. i'm not actually going to die. at least, i'm pretty sure," you'd reassured him, almost laughing at the sheer terror in his voice. "though, could you heat up the hot compress in the kitchen and bring it here? thank you-"
and not even 2 minutes later, he was back with a perfectly warm hot compress, gently placing it onto your stomach.
'is it hot enough?"
"yeah.. thank you."
"do you need anything else?"
"maybe a glass of water."
so of course, he walked right back to the kitchen, coming back right away with a glass of water.
"thank you, babe," you said softly, taking a small sip of the water. "...could you, uh, just lie here with me?"
"oh. okay," he said, slowly getting onto the couch, your head resting on his legs. "so, uh, how does this help your stomach?"
"mmm, it helps me feel more comfortable," you murmured softly, closing your eyes as you dozed off. "i love you, tobio."
and you wouldn't get to see his reaction, but know that he was blushing hard the entire time you were asleep. and taking notes on his phone about everything you'd asked him for today, so hopefully next time, he'd be more prepared.
atsumu miya:
whenever you're sick, with the way atsumu acts, you'd think it was him who was the victim.
"baby... hang in there for me, please... i can't go a day without you," he would whine, on his knees next to the couch you were sprawled on.
"atsumu. it's stomach aches, not a chronic illness."
"oh, but the effects of it kill me nonetheless. i woke up to your groans of agony, your back coldly turned away from me, and most horribly, no morning kiss or an 'i love you' in response from you."
he wasn't lying, of course. you'd woken up far earlier than usual due to your stomach, and you'd spent the past few minutes hoping it would go away without waking up atsumu.
but of course, his boyfriend spidey senses kicked in just a few minutes after you'd woken up, and that was how this whole drama saga of his had began.
you sighed softly and turned towards him. or attempted to, at least.
"i love you, tsumu. is that better?"
"hmm... a little. but personally, i find it sounds a little better when you aren't in the same state as a victorian orphan down with food poisoning."
you immediately sat up, your shock overcoming your stomach pain for just a moment.
"i'm just kidding! i promise! you look stunning. absolutely radiant. like the definition of beauty itself."
"that's better," you teased softly, lying back down, but not before glancing at your bedside table: which had a glass of water, some hot tea, and a heat pack.
"when... did you get all of that?" you asked, not recalling him ever leaving the room.
"a magician never reveals his secrets~" he singsonged, but you saw the concern in his eyes as you hugged the pillow to yourself a little tighter.
"hey, okay, you want the water or tea?"
"tea, please."
he'd nodded, gently bringing you the cup. "small sips only, okay, baby? let me know if anything hurts."
"yeah. thank you, 'tsumu."
"no problem. only the best for my girl, right?" he'd said with a playful grin and wink, but you'd be lying if you didn't find it immensely endearing.
wakatoshi ushijima:
this guy is a man on a mission when you're sick. he already knows everything you need before you even say a word. he knows the signs that your stomach is starting to hurt, and he's more than prepared every single time.
because you've had these stomach so many times now that he's basically become a professional when it comes to taking care of you.
the second he sees you walk a little slower after a meal, whether you're in public or at home, he's finding somewhere for you to sit.
he'll lead you through some slow breathing if you were out in public, and if you were at home, you already know he's got 3 different types of tea, two heat packs for when one would start to cool down, essential oils for headaches you might have- literally everything.
he's also the type who would not just let you stay on the couch.
"the pillows in the bedroom will provide better support for your neck," he would say, before just effortlessly princess carrying you all the way to the bedroom.
and again, you don't even have to say a word. he helps you take small sips, carefully watching you for any sign of discomfort.
recently, he's even learned how to do gentle rubs and massages on your stomach, and lord, this man's hands are actual magic.
every time, after you feel better, you try thanking him, but every time, he just gives you the same confused look.
"you do not need to thank me. why wouldn't i take care of you? you are very important to me, and it is important that you remain healthy."
"oh my gosh, i love you so much, toshi. you're the best."
"i love you more, y/n," he'd replied easily, his hand holding yours gently.
oh, but if you thought that was all this man would do, you were wrong.
next thing you knew, he was pulling out a small notebook with detailed notes and organized instructions.
"i have began to notice certain patterns within your stomach aches, and so, i have made a list of what to avoid for the future and what to do in case i am not available to help immediately."
"...are you sure you're not secretly a doctor, babe?"
"i am sure. i simply do not enjoy seeing you unwell."
rintaro suna:
he would for sure tease you a ton before helping out.
the first time, he was concerned, of course, obediently helping you out and taking care of you.
but now, after he already knew the drill, he allowed himself to be a little playful with you.
he'd probably eat some snack or drink a drink you like right in front of you, knowing your stomach hurts too much for you to consume anything.
"mmm... this bubble tea's even better than usual, babe."
"rin, i swear i'm going to hit you-"
"ah, ah, are those kind words we're using?"
"rintaro."
he'd sigh dramatically, but next thing you know, he's handing you a cup of tea and a heating pad while gently stroking your hair.
"...let me know if you need anything else, okay?"
but of course, just when you thought he was finally being sweet, a few minutes later, he'd be taking a selfie with you in the background, completely curled up on the couch, sipping on tea and holding the heat pad to your stomach.
"oh, so cute," he'd said with that tiny grin of his, tilting his phone towards you to show the picture. "you look adorable in this."
no. no, you did not.
you looked more like a poor girl suffering from stomach pains. for the thousandth time in your life. not exactly the most striking picture of beauty.
"i really don't," you whined softly, curling up slightly tighter.
rintaro's eyes softened, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "you're beautiful all the time, darling. i promise. even with your stomach pains."
you mumbled something that sounded like a 'thank you' against his shoulder, and he planted a soft kiss onto the top of your head.
"oh yeah. once you're feeling better, your bubble tea's in the fridge."
"oh my gosh, you bought one for me too?"
"yeah, how could i not? wait until you're fully okay though, alright?"
Summary: kageyama, who is used to no one showing up for his games, gets a complete shock to see you up in the crowds, and completely whiffs his serve(loser)
Wc: 1085
A/n: hate it. Thats all :) im still not sure if i like the new divider.also i found it on pin so thats why i havenāt credited anyone. Theres still so much stuff in my notes app itās so annoying omd.
Enjoy!
The roar of the crowd in the packed arena pressed in on Tobio Kageyama like a familiar weightāsharp, focused, demanding. Timeskip or not, some things never changed. He stood at the service line, volleyball tucked under his arm, eyes narrowed on the court ahead. The score was tight, the third set hanging by a thread. One good serve could shift everything.
He bounced the ball once. Twice. The ritual grounded him, the same way it had since middle school. But today, something feltā¦ off. A hollow ache flickered in his chest as his mind drifted, unbidden, to memories he usually shoved deep down.
āTobio, you have a match this weekend?ā His motherās voice, distant even back then. āWeāll try, okay?ā They never came. Not to the youth tournaments, not to the Interhighs, not even when he made it to nationals. His sister had her own life. His father was always ābusy.ā Every time he scanned the stands as a kid, hopingājust onceāto see a familiar face cheering for him, the seats stayed empty. It taught him early: rely on no one but yourself. Volleyball was enough. It had to be.
Kageyama exhaled sharply, pushing the thoughts away. He tossed the ball up, arm swinging back for that signature kingās serveā
And then he saw you.
There, in the stands just behind the refereeās chair, wearing the team colors like youād planned it all along. You werenāt supposed to be here. Youād said work was brutal this week, that the travel might not work out. He hadnāt pushed. He never pushed. But there you were, hands cupped around your mouth, eyes locked on him with that bright, unwavering smile that always made his chest feel too tight.
You came.
The ball slipped from his fingers mid-swing. It thudded uselessly against the court, rolling out of bounds. A missed serve. The crowd groaned. His teammates glanced over, surprisedāKageyama didnāt miss serves. Not like this.
He stood frozen, heart hammering against his ribs. You actually came. The words looped in his head, louder than the announcerās voice calling a timeout. For a split second, the arena blurred. All those empty seats from his past flashed behind his eyes, replaced by you. The one person who showed up without being asked twice. Who texted him good luck even when he forgot to reply. Who understood the quiet, obsessive parts of him that volleyball had carved out.
āOi, Kageyama!ā Someone calledāprobably Hoshiumiābut he barely heard it. His cheeks burned. He shook his head once, hard, and forced himself back into the game. They still won. Of course they did. His team was stacked: Ushijimaās brutal spikes, Hoshiumiās relentless energy, the others feeding off their rhythm. Kageyama poured everything into the remaining points, setting like his life depended on it. But his mind kept drifting to the stands.
When the final whistle blew and the victory cheers erupted, Kageyama didnāt join the usual huddle right away. His eyes scanned the sidelines, searching. Thereāyou were waiting off to the side, out of the main bleacher flow, looking a little shy amid the chaos but so unmistakably there.
He didnāt think. He just ran.
His shoes squeaked against the polished floor as he broke into a full sprint, ignoring the sweat dripping down his back and the way his teammates paused mid-celebration. You turned at the sound of his approach, eyes widening.
āKageyamaā?ā
He crashed into you without slowing, arms wrapping around your waist like you might vanish if he didnāt hold on tight enough. The hug was fierce, almost desperateāhis face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you that cut through the arena smells of rubber and sweat. Then he pulled back just enough to cup your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and kissed you. Hard. Right there, in front of everyone. No hesitation, no cool detachment. Just raw, overwhelming relief.
āYouā you came,ā he blurted as soon as he broke the kiss, words tumbling out faster than he could control. His voice cracked, just a little, the emotion he usually buried spilling over. āI didnāt thinkā I mean, you said work, and the train, and I told myself it was fine, like always, but youāre here. You actually showed up. For me. I saw you right before the serve and I justā I couldnāt even think straight. All those times before, no one everā¦ but you did. Youāre here.ā
His forehead pressed against yours, breaths coming quick and uneven. Up close, you could see the shine in his eyesānot tears, exactly, but something close. The great King of the Court, reduced to a boy whoād carried too much loneliness for too long.
āIām so glad,ā he whispered, the words fierce and soft all at once. āThank you. Iā¦ I donāt say it enough, but having you hereā¦ it means everything.ā
You hugged him back just as tightly, murmuring reassurances into his shoulder. The noise of the arena faded into background static.
A few feet away, Wakatoshi Ushijima stood with his arms crossed, watching the scene with his usual stoic expressionāthough one eyebrow had risen slightly. Beside him, Korai Hoshiumi bounced on his heels, mouth agape.
āIs thatā¦ Kageyama?ā Hoshiumi muttered, half-laughing in disbelief. āRunning? Hugging? Kissing? In public? I thought his face was permanently set to āannoyed setter mode.āā
Ushijima nodded slowly. āIt is unusual. He rarely displays emotion so openly. Even after big wins, he isā¦ reserved.ā
āReserved? The guy looks like he just won the lottery and might cry about it.ā Hoshiumi elbowed his teammate lightly. āThink his girlfriendās got some kind of magic? Or did we all enter an alternate universe during that timeout?ā
A faint, rare smile tugged at Ushijimaās lips. āPerhaps both. It isā¦ good to see. Emotions make a player human. Even Kageyama.ā
Hoshiumi snorted. āWeird as hell, but yeah. Kinda nice. Donāt tell him I said that.ā
Kageyama didnāt notice their conversation. He was too busy holding you, murmuring more quiet thank-yous against your hair, the missed serve long forgotten. The past aches felt smaller now, softened by the warmth of your arms around him. For the first time in a long while, the stands werenāt empty. You were here, and that changed everything.
Later, as the team filtered out, he kept your hand in hisāfingers laced tight, a small, private smile on his face that he didnāt even try to hide. The king had finally found someone who made showing up feel like winning.
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