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Art block hit me hard

Anyway... Tried new brush

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This cat is fcking weird

This is for a Hinata Shoyo fanfic I’m writing!

Also ignore the end the audio messed up 😭✨

It’s a Hinata on ice!!! Fic where Hinata is secretly a famous ice skater training under Viktor and Yuuri 😌💅✨

LUCKY NUMBER #27

— Tobio Kageyama

CHANGING THE TITLE SOON LAWL

IM GONNA UPDATE THIS SOON PLS DONT LOOSE HOPE ON ME

Synopsis: 3 years of being away from your family, your brother. All to follow your dream of being an idol. What’s going to happen when your company says you can’t date but you just found the hottest guy in your grade? Will you go on with your dream, or sacrifice it?

Content: high school, sfw!!, angst lowk, fem reader in mind, slight slow burn??, lowk one sided for a few chapters, kys jokes, fat jokes erm, yn lowk op, characters may be ooc, umm you have a pet rabbit surprise!! Made up characters.

Status: ongoing - just started (bites nails)

profiles:

Spotlight on us (not y/n & tsuki tho) | b b b ballers

Chapters:

Milkshake (disaster)

Top 10 coming home videos

Not my type

Tba

STOP THEIR SO FREAKKING CUTE HELP?!??!

Kageyama clutching oikawas jacket 😭

His middle name is tobio MIKU kageyama

Turning this into a sticker for an event ^^

i get tears in my eyes whenever i think of how karasuno was the foundation of kageyama’s growth. tobio found a team that accepted him & gave him the space to grow as a setter. not being accepted into shiratorizawa was the best thing that could happen to him. because of that rejection, he found his way to shoyo, who would become his lifelong partner and rival. because of his teammates, he finally understood what it meant to be a team. he felt valued and was able to build a connection with people that went beyond volleyball. it’s because he played at karasuno that he’s now able to create connections that help him become a better person AND player. karasuno needed tobio & tobio needed them.

what i always admired about tobio is how despite the fear of being rejected by his team again, he still stuck with volleyball. during his grief, the rough time in middle school, and the challenges in high school, not once did tobio ever think to himself “i want to give up”. time and time again, he’s shown how much he loves volleyball and his passion to be the greatest setter ever. his determination is so inspiring and his character growth throughout the series is so beautiful. his desire to grow as a player influenced his growth as a person which i always thought was incredible. he’s an amazing character! <3

Your writing is incredible!! You’re so good at being immersive oh my GOSH! (I can’t count the number of times I’ve re-read Jealousy: Kageyama, you characterize him so well 😭)

And the favorite positions series is getting me into characters I didn’t even like reading about before it’s SO good!

If you’re up for it, I’d love to see a favorite position for Kageyama! But regardless, I always look forward to your posts and I hope you’re doing well 💜

Thank you so, so much for this message—you have no idea how much it means to me 🥹💜

The fact that you’ve reread my work and that the Favorite Positions series has you loving characters you didn’t think you would?? That’s literally the dream 🫠

And of course—Kageyama? I had to do him justice. I’m so happy you asked because this one poured out of me lolol Thank you and Enjoy heheh <333

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Favourite Positions: Kageyama

Kageyama had always been a little obsessive.

It came with the territory. The long hours spent perfecting tosses, the constant demand for precision, the way his mind clung to rhythm and structure like lifelines. He wasn’t the kind of man who acted on impulse. Every action had intent. Every motion, down to his breathing, felt like it came with weight. Control wasn’t just a habit. It was a necessity.

But when it came to you, all of that discipline started to unravel.

He liked watching you ride him.

More than liked it—he craved it.

Not just because of the view, though that alone could bring him to his knees. Not just because of how warm, how tight, how slick you felt around him. It was because, when you were on top, he could finally let go. Let his body move without thinking. Let his focus shift away from control and into sensation. Into you.

Let go of pressure. Let go of performance. Let go of everything except you.

Tonight, it was slow.

Dim lighting spilled across the room, golden and soft. The sheets were tangled beneath you both, slightly damp from heat and friction. Your knees were on either side of his hips, thighs flushed pink with effort. He lay back against the pillows, hands resting on your waist like he was grounding himself, knuckles white from restraint.

His head was tilted back, jaw slack, brows drawn together, his breath hitching every time you sank down onto him. The soft gasps he tried to bite back made your skin prickle.

“F-fuck,” he whispered, voice already hoarse, fingers digging into your waist. "You feel so good."

You moved slowly, intentionally, savoring every second of the way his cock dragged inside you. You could feel every twitch of his muscles beneath your palms, every exhale he let out between clenched teeth. Kageyama couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was transfixed.

Your hands slid up his chest, finding purchase at his shoulders as you rolled your hips just right—and he let out a low, broken moan, his entire body twitching beneath you.

His fingers flexed like he wanted to grab you tighter. Like he wanted to take over. But he didn’t.

He didn’t ask to change positions. Didn’t flip you beneath him. Didn’t thrust up into you like he had so many times before when desperation overtook his instincts.

He just watched.

Like he was memorizing everything.

The way your body moved in the low light. The soft sheen of sweat on your collarbones. The way your lips parted every time you dropped your hips a little faster. The soft gasp you made when you ground your hips down and caught just the right angle that made your thighs tremble.

It was overwhelming.

He was trying so hard to hold back. You could see it—the tension in his neck, the way his abs flexed with every movement, how his grip on your hips kept faltering between loose and desperate.

And then you leaned in.

You kissed his jaw. Traced your lips down to his throat. Murmured something against his ear. Something soft. Something filthy. Something about how good he felt inside you. How wrecked he looked. How badly you wanted to see him come apart.

His whole body jolted.

His eyes fluttered shut. His hips bucked up into you before he could stop himself. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard onto him—deep, tight, perfect.

That was it.

He came hard.

Breath caught in his throat, head tipping back into the pillows, brows pinched tight as he groaned your name like it was the only word he knew. His whole body trembled, thighs flexing beneath you, abs tightening, cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you, hot and sudden and overwhelming.

You blinked down at him in surprise, breathless and flushed, still pulsing around him as your own orgasm threatened to catch up to his. The heat between you was dizzying.

His hands softened, moving to cradle your hips gently as he blinked up at you, dazed, skin flushed all the way to his chest.

"Sorry," he muttered, cheeks red, voice thick with apology. “I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off with a quiet laugh, brushing his damp bangs back from his forehead, fingers gentle. "Don’t apologize."

You leaned down, kissed his cheek, and let your forehead rest against his.

His hands ghosted over your thighs, uncertain, still grounding himself.

And that’s when it hit him.

You hadn’t been trying to overwhelm him.

You were savoring it.

The way he looked beneath you—blushed, breathless, barely holding it together.

The way his hands twitched like he didn’t know what to do with all the sensation.

The way he let you have him.

And for the first time in his life, Kageyama realized he liked being the one who lost focus.

Jealousy: Kageyama

The gym was buzzing with the usual chaos of Karasuno’s practice. Balls flying, sneakers squeaking, Hinata screaming.

Kageyama was not paying attention to any of it.

Instead, his eyes were locked onto the far side of the gym, where you were sitting on the bench, laughing your ass off.

At Nishinoya and Tanaka.

Which was unacceptable.

It had been happening for way too long now—every time he glanced over, you were giggling, eyes bright with amusement as those two idiots animatedly told who-knows-what story.

And Kageyama?

Kageyama was seething.

(He wouldn’t call it jealousy—because that would be stupid—but something in his chest felt annoyingly tight every time you laughed at their jokes.)

He tried to focus on practice, he really did, but then—another laugh.

A full, genuine laugh from you, and he felt something snap.

With zero hesitation, Kageyama turned on his heel and glared.

Not just a regular glare.

A death glare.

A "you’re-about-to-lose-your-starter-position" glare.

And it worked instantly.

Tanaka and Nishinoya froze mid-sentence, their bodies stiffening as if they’d just sensed a predator. Slowly—very, very slowly—they turned their heads to see Kageyama staring daggers at them from across the gym.

“What the hell—” Tanaka whispered.

Nishinoya gulped. “Why is he looking at us like that?”

“I don’t know, man.”

“What did we do?”

You, completely unaware, blinked as your two friends immediately folded.

“Uh… haha, anyway, gotta go warm up!” Tanaka said way too loudly, slapping Nishinoya on the back.

“Yeah, yeah! Super important practice stuff!” Nishinoya agreed, standing so fast he nearly tripped over the bench. “We, uh—see ya later!”

Before you could even respond, the two had already bolted back onto the court, shooting each other nervous glances like they had just escaped certain doom.

You frowned, watching them go. Weird.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a familiar tall figure standing near the net.

Oh.

You smiled. So that’s what this was about.

Hopping off the bench, you made your way over to him.

Kageyama pretended not to notice, looking very intently at nothing in particular.

When you stopped right in front of him, tilting your head with an amused grin, he finally gave you a half-second glance.

“You okay there, Tobio?”

“...I’m fine.”

You raised an eyebrow.

A beat of silence.

Then, arms still crossed, his voice grumbled out,

“…What was so funny anyway?”

Your smile grew.

Oh. That was adorable.

Without a second thought, you went up on your tippy-toes and pressed a quick, warm kiss to his cheek.

Kageyama went rigid.

His ears turned red instantly.

You pulled back, hands on your hips, grinning up at him.

“Still jealous?” you teased.

Kageyama, glowering at the floor, muttered under his breath,

“…Shut up.”